#two color shower bathing head mold

[yueyimold]

biocolor handheld shower head mold

China two shot mold maker, offer 2 component shower bathing head, bi injection hand shower, two color plastic round shower, double material filtered shower head mold

[restlesscrybaby]

Jack and his s/o taking a shower/bath together? 👀

GAAAH YOU GUYS READ MY MIND!!! I WAS JUST WRITING THIS IN MY NOTESSS EEEEEE!!!

A good day to be horny for Horner!

~ JACK HORNER BATHING WITH HIS S/O HEADCANONS. ~

~ 'I feel so filthy, so disgusting,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : SMUT, NSFW THEMES, ☆

♧ SMUT CONTAINS: Degradation, praise, hair pulling, roughness, ♧

☆ MINORS. DNI. ☆

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You eased your way into the bathroom, the door creaking upon your entry. You didn't shut it, as you slid into the empty bathroom. The door creaking open still, steadily as you looked around the place you found so familiar yet, almost not. The large counter, two sinks planted upon the inside. The large mirror that hung above it, with lights around it, like you were some celebrity. The oak wood floors, the light that hung on the other side of the bathroom, where the toilet was. However, another light center of the room as well. A rooftop light that shined down, showcasing the inside of the bathroom, but not in a too open spot. The large bathtub, that was a shiny white. It probably got cleaned everyday, all day.

Yes, you've been here a lot, you could say, but it felt so unfamiliar at the same exact time.

You strided towards the bathtub,

Oh, you had planned to take a bath with your beloved boyfriend, Jack.

Your hand curled around the knob of the tub, a perfect, circular shape made out of silver metal. You twisted, right to click it on.

You could hear the water through the pipe, before it gushed and splashed upon impact of the tub. You turned it, all the way up, heat bubbling to its highest... You could leave it at that, but being nice to your lover boy was always good..

Plus, God knows if you could handle that heat anyway.

Your hand snaked towards the other knob, twisting it to the right as well. Cold water shot out the pipe faster, but it wasn't too cold. You felt the water with your spare hand, the other messed with the cold water knob. Until..

Jussttt..

Right.

He could hear his own head echoing those words. He watched in the doorway, his shoulder leaned up against the doorway. His arms crossed, his right hand placed upon his left upper arm, his left hand had slid under his right elbow. His weight placed onto one of his feet, as he watched you adjust the water.

... God.

He loved it.

You grabbed the stopper. A beige rubber one, one you needed to get replaced anyway, you didn't even want to check if there was some kind of mold planted on the bottom of it... But, you didn't question it, just popped it into the drain to stop the water from running out into it.

Your pupils focused on the stopper, before they snapped up towards one of the two mirrors planted on the walls by the bathtub. Your eyes met his teal ones, that had some kind of gleam in them.

You dared question how long he had been watching,

But, he dared answer by saying you needed to get undressed,

...

Whatever...

But, he watched..

How your thumbs hooked on the waistband of your underwear and pants, how you snaked them down your legs. Bare flesh greeting his hungry eyes. How you slipped it off your feet, only to let them drop upon the floor. Bah!

He couldn't care about the clothes!

He watched how your hands clasped onto your shirt, how you pulled it off your torso, how it unveiled even more flesh you hid from him throughout the day.

How... You unhooked your bra ( SKIP for males obvi!! ), slipping the spaghetti straps off with the padding and hooks with the straps...

How it dropped onto the floor, because you let it..

How your breasts were, now, exposed, for his hungry vision to indulge in. To eat up.

But, your pupils caught glimpse of his. You traced where he was looking. You could only roll your eyes in response, this is how he reacts? Like an animal?

Whatever...

Oh, but he couldn't help it..

Yes, like an animal, but he just.. Couldn't help himself, atleast when it came to you.

But, he slipped off his dark plum-colored coat, while you grabbed a thing of bodywash. Something confetti vanilla smelling, you couldn't care more for it. You just opened the pop tab, that opened a small, rectangular crevice to let all the wash drizzle out. Turning it over, you held it over the bathtub, more of so, where the water was gushing out the most. A harsh squeeze, and a sputter escaped the bottle, showing it was trying hard to do its job, as soap drizzled out the nozzle. Bubbles foaming, only to start expanding in size as more and more began to foam.

You clicked the nozzle shut, it let out a clarifying click to signal it was officially shut. You set it down, not too far, just right beside the hot water knob.

He unbuttoned his vest, one by one, the small buttons popped off. Once it was done, he slid off the pie-designed vest, letting it hit the ground too, meh. He had multiple sets, that's what every rich person had anyway! He grabbed ahold of the knot of his necktie, that was a dusty lilac color, more faded, to be honest. But, he undid it, sliding off the fabric from around his neck, only to let it fall onto the floor.

One, by one, from the very top,

Buttons popped off of a white dress shirt,

More and more,

He piqued your interest.

Oh, you loved his body.

As the shirt became more and more undone, the more his body became known to you. The hair on his chest curled, in beautiful lilac curls that rested on his large chest. That skills trickled down, helping guide itself towards his belly button. That was becoming more and more seen. Ohhh...

The last button.

The clarifying pop, as it was all done, his shirt practically tearing open upon the last button being undone. He had started to slide one of his arms out of it...

But, you seen his happy trail. How it curled down, leading you to a place you wanted to see so very bad.

One side off...

It dangled behind him, as he could tear off the other side easier now.

You could see his stretch marks, that masked the sides of his tummy, in a beautiful design. Maybe like lightning scars, but you wouldn't tell him that.

His white button-up fell to the floor, with a sad fwomp sound.

Oh god..

You felt like you couldn't watch.

His large hands traveled to the waistband of his pants, curling towards the buttons at his crotch. One, by one, the buttons popped off. His index and thumb pinched the small zipper, that hid away your surprise. And...

A small hushed sound was heard,

Not hushed,

It was a zip sound.

You looked away, you couldn't look any longer.

You just decided to sink into the bath...

You dipped one of your feet into the tub, greeted with arays of warmth and comfort of a nice bubblebath...

You dipped your other one in, feeling as the water rised up, more and more, up your ankles, halfway up your calves...

But, you easily settled down, feeling the water surround you, bubbles hugging onto your naked body like a desperate need, begging you to stay with them almost...

You closed your eyes.

It was nice, honestly.

The nice smell, the warm water, the sound of the water running and gushing upon the other source of itself, almost like it cheered to be reunited with it,

It wasn't half bad...

But, you felt the water rise. Very much.

And, something turned the water off.

You opened your eyelids, your pupils greeted with the world infront of you. They scattered around, before locking upon the mirror across from you...

Oh, he was in with you...

He leaned against the back of the bath, his arms hanging off the side of the tub. His eyes were closed too, a smug smile curling upon his lips in enjoyment..

Oh...

Haha...

Of course, silence rang throughout the bathroom as you two relaxed...

You closed your eyes, still sitting all the way up as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your hands placing themselves upon the opposite shoulders. Your knees curled towards your chest, as you tried to stay scooted towards the front so he'd have more room...

But, as the world of daydreams surrounded your head in a fog,

His world of daydreams surrounded his head in a fog.

Oh, god... His eyes draped open, half-lidded as he gazed upon your bare flesh infront of him. A hickey adorned your neck, more of, tje crevice of it, where it dipped to extend out to your shoulder. The tinted skin had yellow speckles spattered upon it...

You couldn't help but think of all the tines you two enjoyed yourselves...

It wouldn't be too bad in the bath, righhhh--

You felt a large hand upon your back. The tip of his pointer finger started at the top of your spine, as it trailed down. Following the curve of your spine...

Oh god...

Goosebumps..

Your head tilted back, as your eyes fluttered open... He used his top teeth, pulling in the flesh of his bottom lip. Before releasing it. His chubby face blinded by the need for appeal, for feeling.

He loomed over you, as you opened your mouth to speak.

But, his plump lips met yours, in some Spiderman kiss like maneuver, but not fully upside down. His lips overlapped yours, a rush of senses echoing your body,

Your eyes draping closed. Sloppy, yet, somehow also so clean. He always seemed to understand what to do...

Your hand delicately grazed over his cheek, a shiver of sensuality tingled his body, as you slid a hand onto the back of his head. Fingers intertwining locs of purple hair, strands catching within your fingers. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, as his senses took over his as well.

A large hand curled around your side, snaking towards your breasts, easily pushing your knees and arm out the way of the one he wanted to feel. He cupped one within his oversized hand, as he kneaded a tad into the delicate skin. You couldn't help but shiver, heat pooling into your lower half. Or, was that the water getting hotter?

Nah,

That was you.

His index and thumb gently curled towards your nipple..

Giving it a harsh squeeze, a shriek escaping from between your lips. Against his.

A sinister chuckle left his, as he pulled his mouth away, his head pulling away. His hands pulling away from your bare flesh, that was practically set aflame by his touch.

Your pupils snapped to look towards the mirror, but you felt it served no purpose. You turned your torso towards him, now facing his large stature. He had a smug smirk planted upon his face.

"What?," He asked, almost tauntingly, "Come on. Don't tell me just THAT turned you on!" He laughed, as his head leaned back just slightly.

Oh, he was trying to taunt you.

You fluttered eyelashes at him, as you fully turned your waist towards him, now entirely facing him. A quivering bottom lip, lust fogging over your head as you gawked at the man who taunted you.

"Jack, please, I j--" But, you were cut off.

"Please what? Don't stutter, it makes ME look bad!"

But, you halted. The words confused you, almost,

Makes HIM look bad?

But, an angry scowl formed on his face. His pupils dilated, his eyes widening as brows furrowed. His top lip sneered back, as he let out a throaty growl.

"Spit it out!,"

His voice cracked like one of a whip, causing you to spill out you wanted him to touch you more..

To enjoy you more..

Oh, and just that, he'll do.

With a snap of his fingers, he commanded you to stand.

You listened, obviously. You lifted yourself to tense legs, bubbles drizzling down your body, down every curve that he adored so very much...

With another command, which he seemed to enjoy, he demanded you out.

With gentle steps, you snaked out the bath, so much for relaxation, but not every relaxation needs some kind of bathtime.

Yet, he didn't give you a command just yet...

But, he looked towards his nails on his hand. Inspecting them.

A glare shot your way.

What were you waiting for?

He snapped, another angry sneer as he commanded you towards him.

Yoi strutted to him. Oh my, you couldn't help it, it's always that harsh..

Stern...

Ahem!

You stood by where he sat in the bath, as he kept inspecting his nails. Not turning to look at you, he commanded you to turn and bend over for him.

This was humiliating...

But, you did as told..

You really did have juices pooling out of you, and I mean, already, you had been getting turned on imagining the past times you two fucked!!

You were tinged with arousal, yet somehow also embarrassment...

But, you felt a thumb prod towards your entrance. Not going in, but feeling the slick that dripped out your hole, your face melting into shock. Oh god--

"Ahh.. Already so wet for me! Just what I expected," He cooed out, as his thumb traveled down your folds, to the circular center. He placed a gentle touch to it, only to result in a shocked gasp from you, as he rubbed a soft circle into the sensitive center, "I mean, you're nothing more than some kind of brothel whore anyway! I mean, this wet? Ha."

Of course, he wouldn't lie. It turned him on. This wet, already, for him, guhhh... A twitch eroded in his cock, the desperate need for desire... To be satisfied.

You let out little pants, only slight mews escaping your lips as he tediously rubbed at your beautiful center.

But, his thumb traveled back up to your entrance, prodding at it once more. More juices had started to seep out, showing how ready you were for him.

It was time for him to get out.

You felt his finger snatch away from you, as water splashed behind you. He was getting out. You began to try to fully stand up, but a harsh hand slammed onto your back. He wanted you to stay bent.

You better do as told.

He took an easy step out, before taking one more.

He drank up every bit of bare flesh that he could see perfectly infront of him, that was ready for any touch that needed him.

You both were practically on fire.

You couldn't help it,

How his cock stood out so much, the prominent vein protruding out the side, the peach-colored tip that finished his cock, hoe you travel down you find his pelvis. Just above his cock, rested curls of beautiful pubes, neatly trimmed and taken care of.

Oh god..

You couldn't help it...

You stood up fully, but anger boiled inside him. But,

Your fingers curled just below the tip, steadily stroking down to the very base of his cock. He could've practically bottomed out, how slow your hand moved, how sultry you looked at his large shaft that rested in your hand.

Your hand stroked back up, slowly sliding your fingers around the most sensitive part...

His tip. You used the tip of your pointer finger, easily rubbing the little hole, as his body shivered. Oh god...

He put a hand on your head, as your eyes focused off of his cock. You looked up to him. Fluttering eyelashes finished off a look to him.

Oh god damn.

Pools of drool threatened to spill out his mouth, as he commanded you to turn back around and bend again, his voice even more like a whip...

You did as told..

"Good fuckkinnggg girll.." He cooed out, as a large hand curled around your waist, holding you in place as he shifted and stumbled forward only slightly. His large tip prodded at your entrance, his other hand grabbing the base of his cock. He positioned it just right, as he slowly slipped the tip of himself in.

Oh god.

You both could've bottomed out.

But. He let out a throaty mutter of cusswords, as you felt your mind start getting taken over..

He pushed more of himself in, before he got all the way in. Balls deep.

You could feel him invading your every inch, every tight wall of yourself, as you bared gritted teeth. It felt good.

Yet, he bottomed out, how you quivered on him upon his size. It's like you'd never get used to it.

As he pulled himself out, he drilled himself back in, only to hear you sputter out cusswords.

"Fuckkyeahh-- You're so-- Mmm-," He throatily groaned out, animalistic thrusts caving into your very being. Your entire existence being demolished by the very man you called your love. "Fucking tight-- And fucking wet-- Yeah, let me-- Fuckinghell- RUIN you with,, ahh~, this cock." He sputtered out, as his feet readjusted, holding him even more still. His other hand slithered up your back, as the rhythmic sounds of skin against skin echoed the empty bathroom, only you and him.

Your chest was practically about to explode, as his hand snagged onto your hair. He couldn't have any care, gripping hair that was close to your head.

You let out a cry in pain, but it only made him go quicker. Sloppier, the sounds of your juices against his cock sounded like your vagina asked for help.

"Mmm-- Yeah, take it, take it slu-- Slut, take my fucking-- Cock-" He drooled, practically howling with pleasure.

The only other thing was your desperate cries, throaty moans, and loud whimpers. Your hand had already slammed against the bathtub to secure yourself.

"Yes! Yes! Pleaseee! Beagoodboy-- And ruin me.."

Those words.

It clicked inside him.

His hand that held onto your waist snaked towards your clit, feeling the swollen center that ran the entirety of your pleasure.

Holy shhhiii--

You felt nothing.

Nothing but an increasing in your senses down there.

Warmth.

Fire.

Need.

Want.

You drooled, your head limp. But you couldn't hang it down, his hand gripped you much tighter.

Ruining.

Your entire mind was melting, his words melting together...

Before.

BOOM.

A wave of senses crashed over you, quivering legs as he let out a chuckle.

Oh, but he got sloppier. His thrusts losing the original pattern that had been in, your heartbeat echoed the walls of you.

His cock twitched inside you, his high coming, and coming quick, but he still chased it. Yet, he couldn't just cum inside you...

He forced himself out, as you panted. His hands let go of you, but only to toss you like one of a toy, forcing you upon your knees infront of him.

One of hands stroked himself, in a quick, sloppy manner. Your juices coated his cock in a protective sheet of wetness, as his head reared back. Only to lift back up.

Want.

Need.

"Look. Look. LOOK UP AT ME." He snapped his jaws at you, as his cock twitched, his tip a red now from all the pleasure, from.the need to cum. "Don't stop loooo-- fuckfuckfuck-- Looking, please don't stop looking, holySHIT--"

You glanced up to him, eye to eye...

Suddenly, the high he chased came crashing down on him like a tidal wave, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Hot juices sputtered onto your face, your eyes instinctly closing as he stuttered out some final words, but you couldn't quite make them out..

He stroked out his high, as you sat upon the floor and let it rain over you..

...

Wow...

You didn't quite expect that..

But, he let out a sigh.

Sweat caused you twos hair to stick to your faces, sweat dripping down you twos foreheads..

But, he walked over to the clothes, as he started to pick up thr clean ones to change into..

Typical Jack..

Let yourself wobbly stand up.

You tried. You surely did...

Your lucky he didn't mark you, honestly...

But, through the mirrors above the sink he stood up, he watched,

A smirk curling on the tips of his plump lips,

Heh.

He's always got a trick up his sleeve.

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~ 'Would you bathe me?' ~

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ENJOY!!

Bexausw this isn't a full length fanfiction I didn't put too much details or etc!!

Tbhifya'llwantmetooI'llfindtimetowriteone

[aetheternity]

Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot boys to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(If you guys want girls too I'd be happy to do them just let me know) (MILD NSFW WARNING kiddos be vanquished.)

Eren

~Sight

•Baby boy is so in love with every bit of your face, eyes, hair, curves, to the edges of your fingertips he's just got to look at you.

•Don't take this as shallow. No he definitely finds so many more reasons to cherish you.

•But that body tho~~ 😜

•He loves to watch your hips sway as you dance to music.

•Loves watching your hair flow on windy days.

•Craves the gorgeous red coloring from late night (horny) sessions.

•Enjoys slowly spinning you around when you're wearing something skin tight.

•Don't even get me started on when your skin is wet for any reason.

•Fuck~ but growled gently into your nape or collarbone.

Armin

~Touch and sound

•Damn papa he's a mixed breed. (No I didn't just say that shut up) .

•He wants to hear any noises that come out of your mouth and touch every delicate inch of your skin.

•Starts off with listening to you talk about your day. (Like everything! Don't skimp on the details.) Your little hums as you listen to music. Whispers of good night, I love you etc etc. Accompanied pleasantly with your warm lips, his fingers sliding over your back late at night or the feeling of your hair under his finger tips.

•It's all so beautiful. So absolutely perfect for him.

•And a little further along in your relationship when he's squeezing your thighs or cupping your ass. Listening to your breath hitch as he hits all the right spots.

•The breathless murmurs of his name on your lips has his heart soaring.

•He'll always reach up to your face after sex to press his thumbs into your cheek and devour every noise cresting off your lips.

•He'll always reach out for you after a long day. He just needs to squeeze your waist. Needs to hear your little giggles if he tickles you when he touches certain spots.

•In short you're a lucky bitch if he's yours so better keep him satisfied 😩😤

Jean (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

~Touch

•He's touch starved so let the first thing you ever do with him relationship wise be giving him the tightest fucking hug!

•He wants you in his lap, pressed against his chest, within kissing distance and you better be ready to constantly interlock your fingers.

•Small price to pay for one of the best boyfriends in Aot.

•He's gonna need your skin pressed gently against his body period.

•Definitely plans as many instances as he can to get you in the bath tub with him. Bubbles soaking the gorgeous terrain of what is his as he rubs, wipes and scrubs every inch of your body with a gentle hand.

•You'll fall asleep. (He wants you to fall asleep). So he can carry you to bed bridal style.

•Absolutely loves sneaking a hand into your pants when you whisper you need him late at night and adores the lengthy marks you leave over the expanse of his back.

•But more than anything he just wants to hold you. Rub his hairy chin against your neck and face. (LET HIM DAMMIT )

Levi

~Smell

•Believe it or not I see Levi as the type to be extremely attracted to certain smells.

•And god he loves your's

•He wants to stick his face in your neck and just take a long sniff and once he has the opportunity lord knows that's one of the first things he does whenever he has the chance.

•Loves how you smell when you're covered in cleaning products from a lengthy spring cleaning, after you've washed your hair, in his shirt, after you've showered etc etc.

•Please he needs you to be as close as possible so that your scent can relax him!

•Sometimes wears your t-shirts or falls asleep holding any article of clothing that smells the most like you.

•And fuck yes your smell can also get him sufficiently hard for really long fuck sessions. (Most likely if you smell like his cologne.) The scent of your arousal is probably his second favorite smell.

•Always sleeps a full eight hours or more if he's got his nose tucked into your nape, slightly in your hair. (Hopefully you washed it..)

•That's it Levi enjoys your smell thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😃👍

Connie

~Touch and Taste

•Not lowkey about his freaky side at all.

•He'll come straight out after a confession on either side and be like I've been wanting to touch you for I don't know how long 😳.

•He craves his hand molded to any part of your body he can reach. Smacking that ass like it cursed at his mother. (Mfer is handsy as hell.) Wants no needs the taste of your sweat, thighs, neck, lips etc etc.

•Though he enjoys sweet touches too. Loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to scratch his back.

•Don't be surprised if that sweet touch or any sweet touch escalates into something else. (You so horny for what like: 😤)

•He's always got a hand up your shirt when you two are alone. Actually feels calmer after a long day if he's kissing your neck and fondling your nipples.

•Even if you guys are out he's touching you in other ways.

•Got his arm affectionately wrapped around your waist at all times, comes close to give you little kisses on your ear and lips.

•Just make sure you give him as many hugs as possible or he might riot. 😏

Erwin

~Smell and Touch

•Like Levi I'd like to believe he enjoys certain smells over others

•But like Jean I believe he's touch starved and has an unquenchable desire to touch you.

•Granted he won't be as horny when he actually has your touch no I feel your smell will get him going too. Specifically when you're wearing something he gave you or when you're only wearing one of his shirts.

•He loves touching your thighs, grazes his fingers over them with slow soft desire. Layers kisses near your armpits and shoulder blade where your scent is the strongest.

•If that leads to sex 🤷‍♀️ depends on his mood.

•Makes sure that if he's working late hours you're in his lap to provide your heartbeat and the soft scent of your breath as you lay open mouthed on his shoulder.

•Please be wearing no pants he'd love that so he can tap your butt to tell you he's done and then squeeze it when he's lifting you to bed.

•(Personal belief that he can undo buttons with his teeth and tongue.)

•Uses that to bury his face in your stomach and chest. (Overall wear Erwin's shirts challenge 21k)

Colt (My favorite guy from Marley besides Falco 😜)

~SIGHT MFER SIGHT

•He's so entranced by you the second he sees you 🥺

•Knows that he wants you all to himself but has a hard time saying it but when he does know that he's always watching.

•He's such a cutie tho!! Feels embarrassed if you catch him sneaking a peak if you're stretching and your shirt rides up or if you're only wearing a towel and you're parading around his room.

•Please tell him it's ok to look 🥺

•Wear his shirt. WEAR HIS SHIRT. Don't make me repeat it a third time. If you do he'll have his eyes on you all day.

•When he's comfortable with you he'll stare at your long legs peaking out his untucked shirt and.. now he's hard.

•He loves watching you do cute precious shit like cook or dance. Loves the way you jump around when you're just humming a tune.

•Let's you wear his boxers (Please be in them when he comes home. He'll give you that good cock.)

•Let's be honest here his eyes are always looming over your figure and he wants to touch but fuck he loves to look. 😜🥺

Porco

~Sight and taste (I have a strong belief that almost all the Marley guys love to stare.)

•Guys.. show off that ass for Porco.

•Give him something to watch. You go walking away from him with your ass perfectly cupped in something tight fitting there's gonna be another tight fit waiting for you at home.)

•He fucking loves the taste of your sweat. Quite possibly your blood too when he bites down a certain way. (Porco screams blood kink to me 🤷‍♀️)

•Shit quite literally gets him going.

•He's got your waist and hand in the streets and your thighs between his teeth in the sheets.

•He's a biter (Ladies, Gents and the rest.)

•Loves gripping your ankles and yanking you towards him. Sometimes during sex sometimes just because you keep inching away from him on the couch.

•I also see Porco as the kind of guy to stick his tongue in your ear. Like if he does he's staying there for about twenty minutes.

•Porco has the god tongue and rough fingers (Do with that what you will.)

Renear (Reiner) 🤭

~Obviously Sight but also touch.

•If please touch me were a person.

•I see him as the type where if he were friends with someone he had a crush on and was playful with them he'd do things like pull them into his chest on occasion and put his hands on the small of their back.

•Unlike Porco and Connie his touch is probably more aimed at loving than sexual.

•He's always marveling your gorgeous eyes, he loves running a finger over your chin before he kisses you, adores pressing his thumb to your bottom lip and when you open for him to press his thumb against the pad of your tongue-

•Holy shit.

•Watches you do literally everything as if he's so awed but he's in love.

•Holds you around the waist whenever you two dance. So close you can feel his heart skip for you.

•Once again (Wear his shirts. Wear his shirt. wear his shirt!)

•Also craves pecks on the lips and tight holds around his body so give him those.

Berthot (Berthold whatever the fuck his name is)

~Sight

•He's definitely one of those personality driven mfers.

•But he's also seen you and what he's seen is amazing.

•Why tf is he always blushing just to look away cause he adores you from your head to your toes.

•But unlike some of the other guys I see him as the kind of guy obsessed with your pretty face over your curves and what not.

•He loves the way your eyes twinkle when you see a shooting star or the way you smile at him when you see him.

•He's like the easiest guy to please out of all the others here.

•He bores every pretty expression you make into his memory.

•Specially when you guys are 😤🥰😩

•Good luck to Armin when he sees you as 99.9% of his memory like damn.. 😤

Farlen (As a bonus!)

~Sound

•Your voice has been a lingering sound in the depths of his memory.

•From the second he first heard you he had to hear more.

•If you sing he wants to hear more. If you cry he wants to slit the throat of whoever did it and if you laugh. God please laugh..

•He's gonna do everything in his power to hear literally everything you have to say even if it's stupid to you. (There is no never mind in this relationship 😤).

•And dear god if you moan in his ear it'll send him to a galaxy far far away. You might even make him cum on the spot.

•If you whistle he's gonna ask you to whistle for him and will probably fall asleep to the sound.

•He wants the details of your day (like Armin) but he'll probably stop literally everything he's doing just to listen to you vent.)

•Please whisper in his ear he'll get so so very hard.

•And politely mumble how much you love everything about him the universe isn't big enough for how big his heart gets.

(This was posted on April 7th right before 12am so again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!) 🥺

[ppersonna]

love like this - pjm | m

never used to get excited to sit here in the silence. holdin' on to something the way im holding you.  didn't used to know how fast time walks and runs and flies by. i never thought i’d feel so deeply, but damn, i do - love like this, ben rector

↳ summary- Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, good god this is so fluffy because i am going through it right now.  

↳ warnings- shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), praising, fluffy dirty talk, jimin being best boy, cute sex, light breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes!), jimin internally waxing poetic about oral sex lolol

↳ a/n - hi babies! i am in my feels right now and whipped this out because 1- its jimin and he’s my actual baby and 2- i lowkey dreamed abt this sort of scenario and im....... emotionally unwell llllloooooollll. i really hope you like this! i super recommend listening to the song in the title/summary because fuck its CUTE and sums up alot of this relationship!  pls feel free to comment, message, talk to me in any way! i love you lots!

“Wake up, my love.”

Jimin’s whispers in your ear is like hearing the harps of heaven.  The way it vibrates and rolls down your spine feels like silk.  It doesn't startle you awake like it should, it simply awakens your consciousness.

Your eyes flutter open and the blinking red light of your alarm clock is the first thing you see.  

11:54 pm.

You must have fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend to return home from work, like you said you would. You had plans.  Tomorrow is your birthday and Jimin wanted to spend the night beforehand with you.  It was some sort of tradition, dedicating the night before a birthday to each other.   It started out friendly, back when you both denied yourself the feelings you were both falling in.   It lasted through the years, and through the relationship changes.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” you mutter through a half-awake yawn.  

He smiles at you from where he stands above.  His hair falls in his face slightly, and he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I’m late.  Hobi kept us at practice until we had the dance down.  You know how that goes…” he sighs.  

You roll to sit up in bed and nod at the boy in front of you.  

“I’m going to go shower, okay princess?” He states as he lowers himself to sit on the bed for a moment. “I’ll be back once I’m not drenched in sweat.”

You wrinkle your nose playfully at the thought, and he touches the tip of it lightly.  There’s no need to exchange any more words.  Jimin leans forward and captures your lips in for a kiss.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes you nearly slide back down into bed into a puddle.  He tastes like chapstick and sweat.  He holds you there, kissing you like you’re the only person on earth he cares to be around, before he pulls away and smiles.

“Go back to sleep, baby.  I’ll wake you up when I’m back.”

He stands and enters the en-suite bathroom, yellow light from the bathroom flooding into the darkened bedroom.  He closes the door, but not all the way, so you can hear the way the water falls and his humming echoing against the tile walls.

You’re awake now—you stretch and yawn for a moment in bed before you decide to join in the shower with Jimin.

His back is turned to you when you pad into the bathroom and peer through the glass shower door.  He’s humming his own song—it’s probably stuck in his head from practicing through the choreo all day.

He notices your presence by the chill of the air wafting through the open door.

“My baby,” he murmurs as he spots your sleepy smile.  “Come join me.”

The door to the shower swings wide open and he stands in the spray as he watches you undress.

His eyes follow your hands as they tug at the t-shirt covering your frame.  It’s old—from back in your college days, but Jimin finds it more alluring than any lingerie.  It’s so classically you it makes his heart beat fast in his chest.  He’ll forever associate the baggy shirt with the way you look in the mornings, messy hair and wrapped in his blankets in his bed.  It’s domestic and sweet.  

The shirt comes off and Jimin swears his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of your body.  It’s been years now that you’ve been together, and yet it still feels like the first time all the time.  You’re undeniably attractive, of course you are, but it’s more than just that.  It’s the freckles that dot your shoulders, the scar on your stomach from your appendix surgery, the color of your skin tickled gold from the sun.  It all culminates to be more than a seductive body with luscious curves.  It’s you.

The shorts come next.  Jimin is sure they’re an old pair of his boxers and the sentiment of you in his clothing pounds hard in his chest.  He’s hypnotised by your long legs, soft hips, thighs that meet in the middle so softly and gently. He loves your body, every inch and curve and delicate sway.  He watched as you struggled as a teenager to love and accept your body in its state.  You hated the way it seemed too much, not like the others in school.  Jimin thinks your body is the perfect mold. He loves the way his hands fit in the hourglass curve of your waist.  He loves the plushness of your hips and solid strong thighs that hold you up with confidence. 

Jimin loves every single inch of you and hasn’t stopped telling you that since the day he confessed his feelings to you.

“Come to me,” he whispers.  His eyes drag up and down your body, before they settle at your own eyes.  “I need you.”

You’re loathe to deny any request from the man, especially one that sounds so sweet.

The tile floor is heated from the temperature of the water.  Jimin’s always liked the showers to nearly roast the skin off him.  His hair is slicked back and his tanned and toned arms open for you—your favorite spot to slip into is the spot he designates between his arms for you, only you.

Your body presses against his and he’s warm, so warm that you audibly moan and press further into him.  He feels like bliss.  His arms encircle you and pull you tight around the middle while yours circle his neck.  Any stress or discomfort in your body floats away with the steam of the shower as you rest your head on his damp collarbones. Jimin’s comforting grasp, and the way he presses his wet lips into your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, is the balm for all your wounds.

“I think it’s midnight,” he whispers as his hands smooth up and down your back.  “It’s your birthday, baby.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you bury your blushing cheeks into his chest.

“I’m ollllddd,” you whine playfully and he pokes your sides with a laugh.

“Oh shush,” he chides.  “You’re not that old… you’re just older than me.”

“Jimin!”  You lift your head and gasp and Jimin throws his head back in laughter.  You can’t help but join in, but your hands tickle at his sides, regardless.

“Okay, okay! I give!” He chokes through his laughter. “Mercy, please.”

You grant his plea and soon the laughter dies down and you hold each other tight, allowing the water to cascade down your joined bodies.

“I love you,” he whispers as he presses his lips to your neck and shell of your ear.  “I’m so lucky to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, every year.”

A lump in your throat forms and your eyes mist over.  Jimin’s always been the one.  He would wait up with you all night long every year of your birthday.  He’d sleep over at your house in high school, stay on the phone with you during his idol training days, facetime with you while on tour across the country.  Jimin’s been the one.

“I love you, Jimin.”

Finally, your lips meet where they’re magnetized to most.  His plushy pink lips are turning red from the heat of the shower and they feel like warm pillows against your own.  His hands wrap around you possessively, and he holds you like he doesn’t want to break you and like he can’t get enough all in one grip.

As he kisses you, he guides you down to the granite bench of the shower.  It was an addition Jimin insisted on when building the house.  Initially, you resisted and thought the idea too gaudy and expensive, but now that you’re here, being pressed into the warm rock surface, you’re thankful Jimin didn’t let up.

“Let me give you your first gift,” he whispers as he finally pulls his lips away from yours.

You’re breathless.  You press your back against the wall of the shower and nod dumbly at the man above you.  He adjusts the spray of the shower so it continues to bathe the two of you in warmth—he refuses to make you uncomfortable for even just a second.

Jimin stands before you, and you’re reaching to grasp at his hardened length to take what you think he intends to give you, but he bats your hands away.

“No, my love,” he coos as he lowers himself to his knees. “Today is all about you.”

Shivers erupt down your spine and your nipples prickle at the sensation.  Jimin smiles as he watches the buds wrinkle and harden on your skin and he leans forward to pull one into his mouth.   It feels hot, hotter than the water pouring onto your skin, and soft mewling noises escape you.

Jimin’s always known your hot spots.  He spent the first 6 months of your dating life nearly writing a thesis on what spots you loved most, where you reacted the best when he focused his attention.  He’s learned that worshipping your body with slow and languid kisses and licks has your internal temperature heating to its boiling point.

He sucks gently, nibbles the buds in his mouth as he palms the other with his hand.  He loves the way you feel in his grasp, the weight of your pretty breasts filling his palms. He’s obsessed with every curve that makes the shape of you.  He can’t get enough.  He thinks he’s memorized your body in his sleep.

You gasp his name and arch your back to allow him more room, more access to your chest.  He laves his tongue around the nipple he sucked on, before he switches to the other.  He never lets them remain untouched for long—his tongue works on one while his fingers grasp the other.  

Your legs spread open unconsciously, core dripping with heat comparable to the steamy shower above you.  

“Please, Jimin,” you gasp out as he nibbles a bit and pops a bud out of his mouth.  

His face shows no sign of teasing, no intent on making you beg or earn.  Jimin is dominant with you, through and through, but tonight he has no intention of making you kneel before him or beg for his cock.  He wants to worship you, wants to pour his love out with his tongue against your clit.  And he intends to make it known how deep that love goes.

“Yes, my baby,” he whispers as his lips trail up your collar and neck to kiss at your lips.  

His baby.  You shiver at the sound of the possessiveness in his voice.   It never fails to make you weak, to have you eating out of the palm of his hands.  You’ve always been his, even before you truly knew it.

He doesn’t linger long on your lips.  He cups a cheek and rubs at the gentle skin beneath your eyes as he gazes into you.  Tonight, Jimin’s eyes say more than just raw or carnal desire.  The color and look in Jimin’s eyes could write sonnets that rival the great Shakespeare himself.  He looks as if he could compose symphonies devoted to you and the way you make him feel.  The thought rolls around your head and makes your heart swell so big it feels as if it cuts off the air to your lungs.

Jimin trails his lips down your body, kisses at your reddened nipples one last time.  His lips against your stomach and hips and thighs feel like his exaltation to you, as if he’s praying to you, a goddess, and offering his supplication for what you have given him.  

He presses your legs open wider and stares with heat and desire at your center.  It’s slicked up with arousal and colored a pretty pink that makes him dizzy with love.  Jimin thinks his favorite color is the shade of fuschia of your clit.  

You’re whimpering as he spreads your folds apart with his fingers.  You can feel the heat of the shower, the solid breath escaping his plush lips that you’re desperate to have on you.  Your legs tremble and Jimin smiles as he watches your big eyes plead for him to give you something—anything.

“My beautiful, perfect baby,” he invokes like a prayer.  “So pretty and laid out for me.  I love you.  I love this sweet little pussy and how wet you get for me.”

Another desperate whimper leaves your lips and he can feel the desire rolling off you in waves.  

“Let me hear you, baby.  Let me hear those pretty little sighs as I drink you up.”

He leaves you no chance to agree to his gentle command and instead buries himself into the apex of your thighs.  You gasp as his tongue makes contact with your clit and begins a languid vertical motion from your dripping hole back to the nub of nerves.

You whine out his name graciously, desperately, as his tongue dives into you and laps at the juices coming out of you.  He drinks it like its wine, the finest and most expensive vintage.  The way your body tightens and trembles at his touch makes him groan against your pussy.  He feels so powerful with you, so loved and adored.  He finds it incredible that even amid him pleasuring you, your response to his ministrations pleasures him as much as your mouth would.

His tongue and lips against your nub feel like stinging, delicious fire.  It feels like the shower heats to a simmer by his actions alone, and it leaves scorching marks on your skin that make you gasp.  His fingers grip at the thickness of your thighs and leave prints where they hold you tight.  He likes the way the plush skin feels beneath him—the way his fingers leave bruises on your delicate skin.

“Jimin,” you cry.  “Please, more.” You’re desperate for more but you’re quickly losing the ability to coherently ask for it.  

Jimin normally would make you verbalize it, make you tell him exactly what you want him to do. But he feels merciful tonight.  Maybe it’s the sweet gasps and moans you make that go straight to his cock and to his heart.  He’ll give in tonight, make you feel in control of the events tonight.

“You want my fingers, baby?” He asks sweetly while his tongue spells his name out on your clit.  He wants your body to recognize just who gets you going, who works your body to the brink every single time.  You’re his, and he wants every atom, every strand of DNA inside you to know that.

You’re nodding quickly, hands trembling as you try to grip at something and come short.  The slippery granite does nothing more for you than add to the desperation you feel and you’re nearly keening for him.

“Yes, my love,” he agrees.  

Jimin slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger into your core.  It’s a stretch for now, but he’ll slowly work you open until you can take every inch of his thick cock later.  He wants to take you all night, have your body pressed up against his as he makes love to you on every surface of your shared bedroom and adjoining bathroom.  He wants to give you a birthday present of filling you up as much as you want and can take it.  

Once you feel his fingers breach you, your moans turn from breathy and needy to loud and wanton.  It feels incredible to feel him inside you, filling an emptiness that lingers anytime he’s not within you.  Once Jimin first slid into you so long ago, you knew he was the missing piece to your body and your soul.

“Fuck!” You shout as he flicks his tongue against your clit and sets a pace with his fingers.  

He smirks against your cunt as you shout, knowing he’s got you now wrapped around his fingers.  He coaxes more out of you by curling his fingers, pressing against the spongy spot within you that stops your breathing for a moment and makes your legs jerk.  He coos his revelry into you and increases the speed.  He wants to see your undoing, wants to watch the way your body lets go around his fingers and against his tongue.

Jimin’s tongue continues its barrage on your clit and you’re winding higher and higher and you can feel the way your stomach tightens to prepare for your end.  He can feel your channel tightening and it eggs him on to continue, to pump faster and slip in a third finger while he suckles at your sensitive clit. You’re gasping out his name, pleading and begging and warning him as the end comes closer and closer.

In an instant, you snap and your cunt convulses around his fingers.  He can feel it pulsating around him and your clit throbs against his tongue.  He smiles, closes his eyes as he listens to you cry out your bliss and tug at his wet hair.  He wishes he could record the way you scream his name at your end, always unable to hold back whimpering and whining his full name instead of whatever honorific he makes you call him the rest of the time.

He loves that you know it’s always him, always Jimin, making you reach your high.

Jimin’s tongue laps at the wetness escaping you as you settle down.  Your breathing remains harsh but you’re able to inhale deeper and open your eyes.  You peer down at him as he pulls his fingers from within you.  Your gaze melts his soul.  It speaks more than your words ever could.  It tells him just how in love with him you are, just how devoted you are to him for the rest of your life.

Jimin doesn’t give you time to speak.  He pulls your weak legs to standing and guides you out of the shower.  He rubs you with soft, warm towels and dries your entire body before drying himself.  He dries your hair with a smile as you peek at him through the white towel, before you lean forward and kiss him.  He holds the kiss, moves his lips against yours deeply and passionately as he lifts you and walks you towards the king-sized bed.  The blankets are messy from where you slept, but neither of you care to fix it.  He tucks you into the sheets and follows suit.

His fingers trail hot on your skin as he kisses at your face, your chin, your neck.

There’s no speaking as he hovers over you, lines his thick length with your aching core and slides into you.

“Jimin,” you whisper as he sheathes himself fully.

The way you say his name sounds like a grateful prayer, a thankful benediction to him.  It sends him reeling.

He starts the pace slowly, watches the way your eyes bore into his as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.  It feels like white, hot bliss to be buried inside you.  The slickness of your first orgasm coats him and he slides in and out of you easily.  

Jimin never felt what home was until the first time he slipped between you. He never understood that home wasn’t a place, a brick and mortar building with belongings.  Home is buried within you, taking two beings and joining them as one.   He thinks wherever he goes, home will always be the way you cling to him, whisper your adoration to him as he makes love to you.

He can’t help himself from kissing your face, pressing his lips against your eyelids and your cheeks as he ruts into you.  Your hips are matching his speed and time, egging him on and desperate for his own end.  You want to treat him as well as he treated you.  

It’s not just your body that feels deliciously stretched and full of Jimin—it’s your entire soul and being that feels as if you’ve finally found a piece of you that wasn’t quite complete.  Jimin fits himself into that slot so easily, without fail.

“I love you,” he groans into your ear as he licks and kisses it gently. “I love you, so much.”

His words make you whimper, make your pussy tighten impossibly around his thickness and it makes him moan.

“Want to fill you,” he whispers as he sucks a mark into your neck.  “Want to give us a baby.”

It makes your heart burst.  You’re desperate for a family, want a child with the idol above you so badly you dream of it nightly.   Jimin wants it too, wants to see you swollen with his baby, wants to start and raise a family with you, you, only you.

“Please!”  

It’s all you're capable of asking, only capable of begging for what he offers you.  Your heart rate speeds incredibly at the thought of finally establishing more than just you and him and bringing a life that is proof of your devotion and love.

He keeps at it, moving his hips faster and faster.  He lifts his head up to throw it back at how good you feel, how close he is. You can tell he’s close to the edge by how desperate his breathy moans and sweet words come out.  He drops a hand to circle at your clit—he wants to come with you, wants to make this moment about both of you, about the culmination of you.

The added pressure along with the look on his face that reads as if he’s memorizing every moment of this love-making sends you over your edge unexpectedly.  The turbulent waves crash over you and send you soaring high, higher than you think you’ve ever been before.  The passion in the love-making makes your end so much more overwhelming—it’s the physical manifestation of how much he loves you, and you love him.

Your walls contracts around him and Jimin whimpers a ‘fuck!’ as he feels himself unravel and pump his seed into you, as deep as he can make it go.  The feeing is unparalleled, the highest point of bliss you think you’ve ever felt.  You’re gasping out as it feels your entire body is sucking him in, milking him and wanting to keep him buried inside you for as long as you can.  Jimin doesn’t think he’d ever leave if he had the choice.

The come-down from the high is just as blissful as the orgasm itself.  Jimin is sure he’s never met someone who makes post-coital cuddling as intense and orgasmic as the sex itself.  You hold him so sweetly, whisper your praise into his ear, tell him how much you love him and how you hope to be his forever and ever.  You tell him you can’t wait to have his baby, to start a family with him.

Jimin holds you close, pulls the blankets tight around your still damp bodies.

As your breathing slows and evens out and he whispers a soft ‘happy birthday’ to your ears, Jimin knows he’s never felt a love quite like this.

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The Alpha and The Omega Part 3

Alpha Maul x Omega Reader

Word Count: 5k

WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, talk of slavery, mentions of guns and other various bounty hunting shenanigans

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      Maul didn’t know what to expect when he entered your ship; he had tried not to have any expectations. The main entrance opened up to the cargo bay that took up the whole footprint of the ship. He could see the cryo-freezer and storage in one corner and made a mental note to look into getting one for his own ship; he may not mind the smell of the bodies he collected but he preferred the idea of handing in quarries that weren’t decomposing by the time he turned them in. Labeled crates of food supplies and ammunition lined the walls along with a surprisingly high amount of medical equipment. The center was left open, for training purposes he guessed. He had thought that this layout was fairly standard for a high-ranking hunter and despite his best efforts not to assume what he would find on the upper level he was astonished.

    You obviously lived here full time on the ship you had fondly referred to as the Wolf, the hatch opened up into a hallway from where he could see the door to your cabin left open. He fought the urge to look inside out of respect and followed you through the common area toward the cockpit. He did allow himself to stay a few steps behind you so he could glance around.

    The kitchen had been expanded from a small standard kitchenette to a more comfortable cooking space with a large pantry. A quality wooden table sat off to the side with some kind of potted green fern in its center, rather than a flimsy durasteel counter. Plush rugs of different colors had been scattered along the floor and a doorless closet imbedded in the wall showed massive amounts of folded blankets and extra pillows along with other soft looking comfort items. Post cards from countless planets littered the walls surrounding the space. You had even managed to fit a sofa and bookshelf in one of the corners without making it seem over crowded.

    He didn’t say a word as he sat in the co-pilot’s chair beside you, setting his worn bag on the floor next to him. You had even managed to decorate this space; warm blankets hung over the backs of the chairs and photos of you with other hunters hung on the walls that lacked control panels. Some of the photos were located in bars, others looked like more traditional hunting parties; friends with their arms around each other in front of massive beasts that lay slain. In one, he recognized the Mandalorian he had met on Tatooine pissing into a Sarlacc pit with you laughing boisterously in the side of the frame with your head thrown back. Something in his hindbrain whispered to him.

Omega makes it home.

He blinked his attention back to you when he realized you had said something.

“You alright Maul?” you asked him again when the fog left his eyes.

“Yes, my apologies, I have just never seen a ship like this before.”

“Yeah, I move around a lot so over the years I made it more comfortable. Easier than having a home base like some of the others try to keep, cheaper too,” Maul nodded in understanding before turning back to you once you had broken through the atmosphere and started tapping away at the nav computer.

“Where are we going for the first quarry?”

“We’ve got a runaway wife of some rich wannabe crime lord. Need to bring her back alive for the whole sum or dead for only twenty five percent. Last seen on Anaxes, guess she liked tinkering with the ships back home, probably hiding out as a mechanic or something there. I want the whole purse. I know you like bringing them back cold but I’m not settling for a fraction of the price.”

“Runaway wife should be easy,” he folded his arms as he studied the hologram the puck projected.

“Should be, I’m not worried about her. She’s young and pretty, I’d be shocked if she didn’t have at least a few guys keeping an eye on her; but them we can kill,” you pulled back a lever and the stars stretched around the Wolf throwing the two of you through hyperspace. You leaned back in the chair and kicked your feet up.

“Listen, I’m not one to beat around the bush. I picked her to grab first because I doubt we’re going to run into a situation with her where my life will depend on you not fucking me over,” you turned your head to meet his eyes that were already on you, “I know you’re a dark force wielder and I know you can feel that I am a force user too.”

Maul’s top lip pulled up in a snarl and his eyes narrowed, “are you a Jedi then? Have you orchestrated this to trap me?!” the hilt of his saber flew out of his pack and into his hand but he hesitated to ignite it when fear pheromones seeped out of you.

Your scent gave you away but your posture didn’t waver, “I used to be, years ago. I was kicked out of the order when my gene presented,” you chuckled, “my master found me naked and writhing on the floor of my room,” your chuckle had grown to full-fledged laughter, your shoulders shook at the memory all but forgetting the pissed off Alpha at your side.

“I- I still remember the look on his face. Fucking horrified when I had my first heat,” you took a breath and wiped a tear from your eye, “they told me I had to leave before I could even face the trials for my knighthood,” your expression turned slightly solemn, Maul had relaxed in the seat next to you. He didn’t think they would throw out one of their own simply because of a biological mutation.

“I’m not doing this to trap you or anything like that Maul,” you turned again to face him, “Bane helped me out after I lost everything I ever knew. I heard a rumor that you didn’t know you were an Alpha until recently either. I’m just trying to return a favor paid to me.”

Maul turned to watch the stars as they flashed by, dropping his saber back into his pack. He hated the Jedi, he had even hunted a few who had left the order or were kicked out after breaking their precious code; but you were different. Cast out because you didn’t fit into their mold, not unlike him.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you caught his attention again, “I don’t dislike all of them. It’s been years since I’ve seen any of them but I don’t plan on burning the temples to the ground. If you want help with a bounty or need some underworld information I’m your girl; if you wanna fuck with the Jedi you’re on your own. You and Cad are the only ones who know about that past and I plan on keeping it that way.”

“I understand.”

You stood and nodded to the door, “come on I’ll show you where to put your gear.”

    He followed you out of the cockpit and into the common area where you pointed to an empty cabinet, “so, Sith are back huh?”

He went rigid as he put his pack with all its contents still inside on the shelf, “why do you assume I am Sith and not just someone who dabbles in the dark side of the force?”

You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms, “I lived my whole life at the temple. I never saw or heard of you or anyone who looked remotely like you there so I know you’re not a fallen Jedi. You have a light saber so you’re also not some self-taught back water force sensitive individual. That only leaves one option.”

“I’m not a Sith anymore, my master thinks I’m dead and much like your own desire to keep your past private; I’d like to keep it that way as well,” his eyes narrowed again. He was equally annoyed and impressed by your deductions and his hind brain spoke again.

Omega is smart.

He was already tired of this intrusive voice in his head. Perhaps it was a mistake to come with you after all. His scent had turned abrasive in your nose and his signature was wavering.

“Hey, calm down there, Alpha I’m not here to mess up what you’ve got going for yourself. I’m just trying to make sure you’re not going to slice my head off of my shoulders with that pretty red blade of yours.”

“No, I’m not going to kill you. I just want to make a life for myself.”

“Good,” you turned to another cabinet and pulled out a few extra blankets and a pillow and made up the sofa for him, “you can sleep here, it’s more comfortable than it looks, I promise,” with that you turned away from him and made you way to the cabin.

“Oh, ‘freshers the last door down this hall. Won’t be long until we arrive, rest up if you can,” with that the door hissed behind you and locked, leaving him standing alone in front of the sofa with much to ponder. Even out of your immediate presence, your scent permeated the air around him and wafted out of everything in the room. It was difficult to think, surly not all unmated Omegas were so intoxicating. He shook his head and softly walked down the hall and stepped into the fresher.

    He almost smiled, almost. Why had he expected a standard washroom? Of course you had a full sized -sanistream shower and a deep tub instead of a sonic. Another plush carpet lay underfoot with soft towels hanging on a bar. Various perfumy bath oils and soaps sat on the counter top in a decorative array along with a few candles. He was starting to wonder if you really were the renowned bounty hunter, ‘Meg, he had heard about or an imposter living a lie. He would soon find out. He splashed some cold water on his face before wandering back to the sofa you had made up for him.

    He removed his cloak and kicked off his boots, setting them both to the side before laying down and pulling the blanket over himself. It was soft and warm, more so than anything his master had provided for him. It smelled like you too, he tried not to think about the fact that it gave him incredible comfort and eased both his worry and his tensed muscles. Wrapped in your scent he fell asleep faster than he ever had before in his life.

      You did not find sleep on the way to Anaxes. Despite sinking into your soft bed, despite surrounding yourself with all of your favorite pillows and blankets and even trying to meditate, you could not ease your thrumming heart. Why had this Alpha’s scent been so strong? It made your mouth water and your thighs clench. He had released a new wave of soothing pheromones when he fell asleep and yet they did nothing to calm you. You ached to crawl onto the sofa with him and wrap yourself in his arms, to burry your face into his scent gland and bare your throat for him to… Maker what the fuck? You were disgusted with yourself. An ex-Sith and an ex-Jedi? Gods the trouble that would cause, such wonderful, inebriating trouble.. no.

    You wanted to comm someone to ask them about it. You couldn’t call Zeni or Coth, they had been trying to set you up with a mate for years, they would tell you to just get it over with. Couldn’t call Fett, it had been awkward to say the least since you gently turned down his offer for courtship. You looked over at the hat that you had just hung from your bed post. Maybe Bane could tell you what this was all about? He had had a mate before and wouldn’t give you the same answer as Zeni. You sighed heavily, missing Master Plo’s wise words and wished to hear his voice again. Would it be a terrible idea to make a stop on Coruscant and try to visit when you had fulfilled your current obligation?

    Probably. Maybe not? You huffed frustratedly and buried your face into one of the pillows for the tenth time. Bane, you’d comm Bane when you had a chance after picking up your privately commissioned bounty. Just as you attempted to close your eyes again a quiet beeping rang out from the vambrace you had discarded on your side table. You groaned unabashedly and smacked the button to turn it off. You still had some time and your stomach was grumbling so you didn’t bother to change out of the long shirt and baggy pants you wore. Pride be damned.

    Still, you tried to be quiet when you left your room to put the caf on. Your eyes immediately fell on him. Chest rising and falling steadily, wrapped up in the blanket you had given it, he was clutching it to his nose. The crease in his brow and frown on his lips gone; lost in his slumber. He was handsome when he wasn’t irritated, hell he was handsome when he was too. You watched him for a moment a voice in the back of your mind whispering.

Alpha looks warm

Alpha looks safe

Oh fuck no. You grimaced at your Omega brain that rarely reared her head. You turned and started rummaging around the pantry, working by the light that poured out of the door to your room so you wouldn’t wake him.

      When Maul did wake, it was to the smell of hot caf and cooking meat. He sat up slowly and looked around before he saw you leaning forward over the counter, face lit by a data-pad, sipping out of a steaming mug. Your eyes flashed up and met his, “Caf?” you offered.

    He grunted and nodded his response before standing and making his way behind you, looking through cabinets. You smirked down at your data-pad and without turning to him, held out an empty mug you had gotten for him. He took it with a quiet thank you and filled it. His smokey spice filling your nose in this proximity and without your knowledge, your sweet earthy smell filling his.

    He peered over your shoulder at the data-pad you were reading from. With a sigh you pressed a button to it projected the hologram, desperate for a little space you sidestepped slightly. It showed the blue prints for the assembly yard you suspected she had run off to hide in.

“It’s going to be highly populated,” he stated simply.

“We’re not grabbing her from the assembly line. She may have a price on her head but I’m not keen on the idea of explaining that to everyone and their supervisor.”

“Follow her home after her shift then?” he took a long drink of the caf and plated the both of you some of the meat before sitting at the table. At least he has manners.

“Precisely. Boss said she took a bunch of cash with her so I’m guessing she’s got an apartment outside the complex instead of sleeping in the employee housing. I got an idea where she might be working within the facility…”

    For the next hour the two of you ate as you pointed out where they worked on the simpler components. Based off of her limited knowledge she was most likely working with less complicated, smaller parts of the ships. You had pointed out the where those were and when he asked how you learned this you showed him how to find and read the blue prints and get the shift change schedules. All tools of the trade so to speak.

    You had taken a shower and after landing outside the city, started to gear up in the cargo bay. He watched with a confused look in his eye as you strapped dual blasters into your shoulder holsters and a large knife onto your hip. Pulling on your mid-thigh length coat, you filled one of the pockets on your utility belt with a few darts of different colors and a blow gun on the opposite side.

“Why not just bring your saber?” you must have looked at him like that was the dumbest question he could’ve asked, and it was.

“You’re kidding, right? You are not bringing yours,” you held up your hand and started counting each finger as you spoke, “for one, it’s a highly populated area and we are both in hiding. Two, we’re bringing her in alive and as unharmed as possible. Three, even if we were bringing her in dead, in a low pop area there’s always the chance someone could see and word travels fast. If you’re going to thrive in this line of work, you’re going to have to branch out,” you rummaged through the large locking cabinet before handing him a mid-sized blaster. “It’s set to stun for now,” you pointed to show him how he can set it to kill and got him a knife.

He took them with a growl, “I am quite familiar with other forms of weaponry thank you very much.” You just raised your palms up in mock defeat with a scoff.

      Two days. It took you two days of staking out the assembly facility before you found her. Two days of distracting heavy breathes. Laying so close to him, peering through scopes at entrances during shift changes from rocky terrain had you irritable to say the least. At least he was quiet, kept that damn sultry voice to himself. If he was as affected as you, he had the common sense not to let it show. Little did you know; he was. He kept the sights glued to his face so you couldn’t see how blown his pupils were. You let out and audible sigh of relief when you finally did spot the pretty blonde woman. Her hair tied back and a much too large jumpsuit billowing off of her form. You watched as she mounted a speeder bike and took off away from the complex. You had rented one in town when you first arrived claiming to be in the market for a ship.

    You turned to Maul already at the controls, he simply nodded his head for you to climb on behind him. He didn’t miss how you jumped at the silent command, despite trying to touch him as little as possible. You kept your eyes on her through the electrobinoculars while he navigated from a safe distance behind her. Your free hand was grasping the loose fabric of his tunic at his lower back. Your touch felt electric to him.

    You watched her dismount and silently followed her through the apartment complex, it was run down and had a rusty smell that wafted off the walls. Just before the door could hiss closed behind her your boot caught it, the fail-safe caused it to whoosh open again. As you rushed into the home with Maul on your heels you withdrew your knife and before she could even blink her shock you had spun her around with the blade pressed to her throat.

“Well, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Now why would a woman such as yourself be running from your doting husband?” you taunted her. You weren’t usually so hostile to unaggressive quarries but you were still bristling at the effect that Maul had on you. Some should-be-dead instinct telling you to show him you were strong. She whimpered as Maul smirked and handed you his set of binders before doing a perimeter scan of the apartment.

“P-please don’t take me back to him. I can’t go back. You must understand. I… I know you do!” Your brow creased at her statement before it hit you. Maul was in the back room so his scent wasn’t fogging your mind and with your nose so close to her scent gland there was no mistake. You bound her hands behind her back and pressed your leg to the back of her knees; forcing her down into a kneeling position on the floor.

“Shit,” Maul reentered the room in a hurry at your curse, eyes searching for some kind of trouble. You watched it hit him as hard as it you. Your eyes locked on him as he sniffed the air and pull his top lip back in a snarl. She was another Omega but, she hadn’t been marked. No Alpha’s scent had mixed with her own and you looked at her as confused as Maul did before she turned her attention to him.

“P-please Alpha. Help me, don’t send me back to that- that monster. Please Alpha…” she was trying to shuffle over to where he stood on her knees. Maul had expected her scent to be as strong as yours was to him. Before this woman, you had been the only unmated Omega he had met but she was nowhere near as intoxicating as you had been, as you are. She was annoying, a nuisance, weak. Nothing worth protecting. You reached down and dragged her by her bound hands back to where you had put her and kneeled in front of her.

“What the fuck are you doing married to a beta?” your finger jabbing her sternum in an accusatory manner.

“I’m not his wife! Fucker bought me!” you cringed at the term. Bane had warned you about Omegas being bought and sold but you had yet to run into any of them.

Maul wanted nothing to do with the woman before him, he saw her as a feeble and overly fragile but a fleeting thought of you being taken by slavers and sold to someone else fluttered through his mind.

No one takes Omega

He growled his disgust at the idea. You thought for a moment, weighing your options.

“Where were you taken, before you were sold?” your eyes held her gaze unblinkingly in the dimmed room, Maul had moved to stand closely behind you.

“Trandoshans, they came and took me from a cantina on Tatooine.”

You rolled your eyes at her so hard you risked giving yourself a headache.

“What in the absolute fuck were you doing on Tatooine without an Alpha to protect you?” you stood and paced around the room, “Fucking stupid ‘mega,” you cursed under your breath but loud enough that she could hear you. “You don’t have to be a hunter to know the whole planet is a slaving capital!”

“I know… I know!” she had dissolved to tears and sobbed her lamentations, “please, please don’t take me back to him!”

“Oh shut up!” you returned and slammed your balled fist into her chin, knocking her unconscious. Maul watched with a pleased grin gracing his face, you pointed your finger in his direction still fuming, “don’t you start with me too. Take her on your bike back to the ship. I’ll take her bike. I have to think about this.”

He growled but kept the smirk while he hoisted her up onto his shoulder. He paused just before passing you utterly amused and whispered, “Ah yes, let the anger fuel you,” before he left. You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose.

    You didn’t want to admit it but he was right. These years of faring on your own had been on one hand, great, incredibly fun even. Living outside the code was unrestricting but, on the other hand, you had wondered if your soul had darkened along with everything else. Times were not always good. You honestly wished you cared. You wanted to care so badly but, in all honesty, you didn’t. At this point in your life the force power you carried was just another blaster in your arsenal. Another set of binoculars in your pack. You didn’t, couldn’t let it guide you like it once had.

    To your relief, he had followed your instructions; he had left with her. You took her bike and made your way, a little slowly. Enjoying the fact that you could barely smell him from your current position. You had hoped that you would get used to it but you still hadn’t. ‘The Bitch’ you like to refer to your Omega brain as, her voice just continued to pop up with intrusive thoughts. More so than after being around any other Alpha. You wondered if the woman he carried at the moment had a similar experience.

    The hull was open and Maul had loaded the woman and the bike into the cargo bay. She was starting to stir as you brought the bike up next to his. The fear in her eyes returned as her consciousness did and she started to shriek causing both you and Maul to wince. You grabbed a rag and shoved it into her mouth to stifle her sobs. Once again you knelt down next to her, “Maul, tell her to be quiet so that I can explain something to her.”

“Why would she listen to me?” you rolled your eyes.

“Because you’re an Alpha, a particularly… pungent one as well, I’m assuming she lies on the more subservient spectrum as far as Omegas go, she will obey,” you turned your attention back to the woman, tears streaming down her face. As you had guessed she immediately silenced at his command.

“Now then, listen closely. Nod if you understand me,” the woman nodded still wide eyed at you, “good. I have to take you back. If I don’t the bounty will remain open and someone else will come to collect. You can’t just run off again either. Well, you could, but odds are your ‘husband’ would just rehire me to come pick you up and he pays well so I would take it. You have two options. One, return and play the good wife and deal with whatever comes with it. Two,” you reached into your pack and took out two differently colored capped darts, “I slip these into your bra, you let me freeze you like a good little girl and return you home to collect my pay. After he unfreezes you, you stab him with the green one to knock him out; anywhere in his body. Then inject the black one into his neck to kill him. Once he’s dead you can escape and no one will bother to come looking for you because there will be no one to put a bounty on you.”

She weighed your words heavily and you practiced your patience, truly sympathetic to the woman. You were an exception, Omegas were strong yes but, most were incredibly subservient; even without an Alpha. She mumbled something behind the gag and you scoffed before removing the rag and she gasped.

“I want the darts,” her conviction was steadfast and you breathed a sigh of relief, “put me in the freezer with them and I’ll take care of the rest.”

    You reached your hand into her shirt with a slightly apologetic look while you nestled each dart under an individual breast, she nodded her thanks after you reminded her which was which and helped her to her feet. You gave her one last look before taking the binders off. Maul watched you hesitantly as you guided her into the freezing chamber. She gave you a sad yet thankful smile, it was slight but as you pressed the buttons and activated the gasses it froze on her face. Soon, she’d be free. You guided the block into the freezer storage and locked the door behind her before allowing yourself to ungraciously slide down the wall until your rump hit the floor with a soft thud.

    Almost forgetting you weren’t alone you tossed your hat to the side somewhere and ran your fingers through your hair and rubbed one of your eyes, exhausted from her emotional affliction.

    Maul could smell your distress, his instincts told him to comfort you, to hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. That he’d protect you, that he’d never let anyone lay a finger on you. That your fate would never become hers. Instead, he settled for sitting beside you with his legs crossed, without looking at you he spoke, staring down at his feet, “you gave her a way to take her own freedom.”

You hummed, just acknowledging that you heard him and sat next to him in silence for a few minutes. His pheromones were comforting, his presence was soothing and for the first time you didn’t fight the effect they had on you.

Alpha will protect me.

    Once again you shook ‘the bitch’ away and made your way to the cockpit. You flew closer to the shop you rented the bike from and opted to keep the other Omega’s for yourself. While Maul was returning the bike, you pressed a few buttons on your vambrace, calling Bane. Within a few moments the side of his face appeared in the hologram. Blaster fire whizzing by his head.

“You alright ‘Meg?” that raspy voice you loved sounded frustrated with whatever mess he was currently in.

“Yeah I’m fine, listen I got a question for you when you’re not busy.” He took a second to face you head on with a smirk, “What makes you think I’m busy?” as if on que a bolt took the hat right off his head and he cursed. You laughed and shook your head.

“Just contact me soon, don’t die out there old man.” He grunted in response and the hologram dissipated right as Maul was sitting down in the copilot’s chair.

“One down, where to next?” he eyed the comm that Bane had appeared from warily.

“Smuggler fucked over Jabba, a Talz. Last seen heading towards Hoth; no doubt to escape the heat literally and figuratively and hide amongst the Wampa. Can you take us up? I’m starving.” He nodded and took your seat while you headed back to the common area. You doubled over and clutched your stomach, “shit,” the pain all too familiar but coming much too early.

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Bomb (of the Bath Variety)

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Someone please introduce this man to the concept of a spa day. He just needs to relax in a tub with Epsom salts for the muscle pain and a bath bomb because they smell nice. He needs someone else to wash his hair for once because god knows he can’t do it. He needs to be introduced to moisturizers and other skin care products. He also needs (wants) funky colored nails. 

“Jesus Ezra!” You shouted, seeing him shuffle into the pod, covered in grime. “What did you do all day?”

“Uh,” Ezra hesitated, biting down on his glove and pulling it off. “Cee pushed me into a dirt hole.”

Cee nodded. “Can confirm,” she said with a grin. “I’m headed next door so I can bathe.”

You waved to her, watching the hatch shut once more. “And you,” you said to Ezra as he tried to sneak past you. “Get in the bathroom.”

Ezra pouted, but listened. He didn’t hate bathing, but he wasn’t super keen on it either. It was a hard task when you only had one hand, but today would be different. If you’d set it up right, today would be pure bliss for Ezra.

Starting with you turning the shower off.

“Moonlight?” He turned when you cut the water, clearly confused. “I thought I had to bathe.”

“You do,” you agreed, kneeling beside the bathtub and turning it on. “Ez, you’re taking a spa day.”

“A what now?”

You stood, slowly working a still confused but now considerably more relaxed Ezra out of his work suit, pushing the leather harness off his shoulders. “A spa day, Ezra. Where you take a day to just relax. Get all clean and done up with nice products.”

Ezra shrugged, looking into the bathtub that was steadily filling with water. “That’s gotta be some fancy tradition from your planet, because I’ve never heard of that before.”

“You were a state ward!” You pointed out, bending to grab a cardboard box of various spa day supplies you’d been saving for an occasion such as this. “You’d also never held a real book or eaten a full meal until you started prospecting.”

“Fair,” Ezra hummed. He wasn’t one to open up about his past, especially his days as a state ward. But you’d caught glimpses of the life he’d led prior to becoming a prospector. Cold bunks crammed into a room full of underage orphaned boys, all shivering. No one had a family name, and it was rare any one of them was happy, or really even survived to make it out. Apparently, at the state house Ezra had been raised at, the suicide rate was almost 40%.

But that was the past, and this was the present. You opened the box and pulled out a bath bomb, reading the label and setting it on the counter. “You like mint, right?”

“Of course,” Ezra said. “Reminds me of you.”

You smiled, turning to kiss Ezra. “Get in the tub Ez.”

Ezra, with that beautiful crooked grin on his face, removed the last of his clothes and stepped into the tub. “You know, this tub has room for two.”

“Shame I won’t be getting in,” you said. “I already bathed.”

Ezra pouted. “Moonlight, you wound me.”

“My sun, this is about you, not me.” You handed him the bath bomb. “Go ahead and put that in the water. I have some epsom salts in here, I know it.”

As you knelt down to find the pesky bag of salts, Ezra put the bath bomb in the water, gasping as it began to fizz. “Moonlight! It’s dissolving!”

“It’s supposed to,” you said, standing with the bag of salts. Ezra poked the bath bomb with a happy grin, his finger going green from the fizz. “It’s called a bath bomb for a reason. Scoot.”

As Ezra moved reluctantly from the bath bomb, you measured out two cups of epsom salts and poured them into the bath as well. Ezra was clearly disappointed when they didn’t fizz like the last thing you’d put in the water, but the slight rosy smell was enough to make up for it. “What is that for?”

“Epsom salts help with muscle pain,” you said, putting the bag down and dragging a stool over so you could sit at Ezra’s height. “I use them sometimes after we do really bad prospecting trips. Hopefully, they’ll help with your arm.”

Ezra’s face darkened, the delicate subject of his right arm, or lack thereof, causing the mood to sour. You sensed the change in the air and immediately brightened your tone. “But, that’s not all we’re here for,” you said. “Depending on how far you’re willing to let me go, we could be here for hours. I bet Cee would join us for face masks,” you added as an afterthought.

“Face what now?”

“Masks.” You held up one of the tubs of clay masks you had. “They help with your skin.”

Ezra grinned. “I shall partake in this face mask ritual on one condition.”

Rolling your eyes playfully at your poet of a boyfriend, you crossed your legs. “And what would that condition be, my sun?”

“Paint my nails?”

It was an odd request, but one you weren’t about to turn down. “Okay. Consider it done.”

You let Ezra soak for a while, sitting beside him on the stool and reading. It was a book aimed mostly at teenagers, but Ezra had said something about it being Cee’s favorite and now you were determined to read it. So far, it was pretty good.

Eventually, you put the book down and convinced Ezra to dunk his head under the water. When he came up, water running in thin streams down his skin and hair plastered to his head, you laughed and picked up a bottle of rose water shampoo.

“Lean back,” you instructed softly, laying a towel across your lap so Ezra wouldn’t soak your pants. He rested his neck on the edge of the tub, head falling back into your hands. “Comfy?”

“Could be worse,” Ezra decided. You leaned down to kiss his damp forehead, making a face when the soapy tang of the bath bomb and epsom salt water rolled over your tongue.

Sitting back up and popping open the shampoo bottle, you squeezed an appropriate amount into your hand and began to massage it into Ezra’s scalp.

The effect was immediate. He groaned, entire body relaxing as your deft fingers worked away the dirt and buildup from his hair. Ezra bathed every few days, just like everyone else, but with his once dominant hand gone, his job washing himself was lackluster at best. For him, you properly washing through his hair must’ve felt like pure heaven.

You scratched through his hair for longer than was probably necessary, keeping him in that blissed out state. When you finally lifted a plastic cup with water to his head and began to rinse the suds away, he keened softly, vocalizing his dislike of your lack of touch. You apologized, taking your non-dominant hand and sliding it up his forehead, settling it just before Ezra’s hairline to shield his eyes from the soapy water trickling down his face.

Tugging on the blond streak in Ezra’s hair, you discretely ran your fingers through it, slowly spiking it up into a mohawk.

“My moonlight, what are you doing?”

“Shit.” You didn’t stop in your actions, only finished what you were doing despite being caught. “Take a look.” You held a hand mirror out, giving Ezra a view of his new hairdo.

“Moonlight,” he said, turning to face you. It was too much. You broke down into laughter, doubled over and Ezra smiled and ducked his head beneath the water to return his hair to its plastered look.

Once your laughing fit had come to an end, you straightened and began to massage a small dollop of conditioner into Ezra’s hair. Restraining yourself from giving him yet another mohawk, you scratched your fingers over Ezra’s scalp for almost five minutes. He relaxed yet again against the porcelain rim of the tub, breathing evening out as he practically fell asleep beneath your hands.

You were slow going in your rinsing out of Ezra’s hair, trying not to wake him from his impromptu nap. He hummed, and when you put the cup down and seemed his hair free of conditioner, he reached up and cupped your neck. Pulling you close, he kissed you, lips molding perfectly despite being upside down. “I love you, moonlight.”

Smiling and pressing an upside down kiss to Ezra’s forehead, you softly murmured into his skin. “I love you too, my sun.”

Ezra got out of the tub some time later, once you’d helped him scrub dirt out of every crevasse of his body. The water was more brown than green at that point, but Ezra was clean. You held his hand as he stepped out of the tub and watched as he dried himself off, insistent that he could do it by himself.

As he dressed himself in soft sleep clothes, you called Cee in. She was eager to partake in your spa day, also dressed in her pyjamas. She had a few bandages spanning her skin, small ones indicative of minor scrapes. You counted three, one on her right wrist, one further up her right forearm, and one on her left foot. How she’d scratched herself through the boots and suit she wore on her jobs, you had no idea.

“I didn’t even know you had clay masks!” Cee said happily, opening the jar and taking a wooden popsicle stick to start applying it to her face.

“I made it myself,” you said, grabbing a second jar to start plastering the grey/brown paste to Ezra’s face. “It’s one of the only things I can make myself.”

Once all three of you had been properly covered in the clay, you began to slowly diffuse Ezra’s wet hair. Cee sat by, reading the book you’d been reading earlier. Nearly twenty minutes later, Ezra’s hair was dry and shockingly curly and the three clay masks were hardened.

“Thanks for sharing,” Cee said as you handed her a damp washcloth. “I don’t remember the last time I had a spa day.”

“We’ll have to do them more often then,” you decided firmly, passing Ezra the other washcloth. “My sun, do you still want me to do your nails?”

Ezra nodded. “Yes please.”

“Should I do yours too?” You turned to Cee, who shook her head.

“I don’t paint my nails,” she said softly. “Plus, I am exhausted. That prospect was hard as hell. Gonna go nap as soon as I’m clay free.”

True to her word, once Cee’s face was clean, she bid you both good night before leaving to go take a nap.

You took her washcloth, but Ezra stopped you before you could lift it to your face. “My moonlight, can I clean your face? Please? After all you’ve done for me, I want to make it even.”

You smiled, letting Ezra take the washcloth. “You don’t need to worry about making it even, my sun. I’m doing this because I love you.”

Despite your reassurance, Ezra gently began to rub the washcloth across your face in small circles, clearing away the clay as he worked. His hand was warm and soft, and you carefully put your forearms on his shoulders to keep yourself still.

When Ezra was done, he kissed every inch of your face he could while you writhed with laughter underneath him. “Ezra!” You shouted happily, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “Ezra, my sun! I yield!”

Ezra pulled back, lips quirked in a smile. “I’m sorry my moonlight, but I couldn’t help myself.”

You hopped off the countertop you’d been sitting on and grabbed your small box of nail polishes. “Give me your hand,” you said, getting back on the counter and pulling out a small nail file. Ezra put his hand in your lap and sat on the stool you’d been using.

It was a gentle, silent process. You filed Ezra’s nails down, wincing at the bitten away stubs you were trying to fix. “Ez, it’s a miracle you don’t have an infection,” you said softly, finishing on his little finger. “This is bad.”

Ezra looked at his knees, shrugging halfheartedly. “I know.”

You kissed each of his fingertips, pressing one final kiss into his palm. “I love you anyway.”

That brightened Ezra’s downcast face. “I know.”

You found a beautiful mustard yellow nail polish and a glittery gold polish, slowly painting each of Ezra’s fingernails with expert precision. He was still, watching you work with a look of wonder on his face. “You’re amazing.”

Putting the finishing touch on Ezra’s thumb, you put the cap back on the gold bottle and smiled. “Thank you, my sun.”

Ezra waited a few minutes for the polish to dry before looking at it properly. The yellow color was muted, but still a nice rich shade. What really made it pop was the gold accents, reflecting the shitty bathroom lights and drawing attention.

“I like it,” Ezra decided firmly, curling his fingers and watching the gold dance.

“I’m glad,” you said, sliding off the counter. “Wanna make dinner?”

Ezra nodded, kissing your forehead and pulling you into a firm hug. “We’re doing spa days more often,” he said into your shoulder. “Please?”

Hugging Ezra, you nodded, relishing in the mint and rose water smell. “Absolutely, my sun. Absolutely.”

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All That Was Fair

Chapter 4: A Fall of Rain

Chapter 4 Summary: Claire delights in a new experience, and later comes to a startling realization.

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Chapter 4: A Fall of Rain 

Jamie couldn’t stand the look of pain still etched into that bonny face as Claire thought about the stones. He longed to tell her aloud all the vows his heart was making, but that would have been very foolish indeed. 

No, he would honor her request of not talking about the stones. What she really needed was a distraction. 

Her eyes were still downcast and clouded with thought. Jamie carded his fingers through her curls briefly in one last wordless reassurance and then caught her chin with two fingers to draw her face up to look at him. 

“Do ye maybe want a shower? That always helps me feel better,” he offered with a smile. 

She blinked, and much to his relief, the charged atmosphere dissolved in an instant. 

“A shower?” She mimicked the word but it came out slightly funny as she struggled to form the unfamiliar pronunciation. 

Jamie chuckled. “I keep forgetting. Do ye not bathe then?” 

“Of course I do,” she looked affronted, “in the loch. But what does that have to do with this ‘shower’ of yours?”

“Oh, ye’re in for a real treat, lass.” 

With some fortitude he wasn’t sure he possessed, he detached himself from her. He led her to the bathroom and set to work getting the water warming. When she followed in behind him, she tried to immediately strip her tee-shirt off. He stopped her with a stilling hand on hers (which were crossed over each other and gripping the edge of her shirt, mere seconds away from--). He let out an indulgent chuckle.

“Wait until I’ve left, mo nighean donn.” 

She leveled him with a wide-eyed golden look. “You won’t go far?” she asked a little anxiously. 

He shook his head with a smile. “I’ll be just outside.” 

Pulling the shower curtain away once more, he stuck his hand in and found it to be the perfect temperature. He tugged it open the rest of the way and stood aside to show Claire the water. She peeked hesitantly inside, and her look of wary confusion quickly morphed into amazement. 

“It’s like rain,” she exclaimed as she turned and looked at him, wonderment lighting her eyes. 

“Aye,” he laughed, “but jes’ wait until ye stand beneath it.” 

He showed her the towels to dry off with when she was done, and then reassured her one last time that he would be just outside. Then, he ducked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him. 

Jamie rested his back on the door and indulgently pressed his ear to it. He was admittedly eager to hear her reactions if not also a bit concerned that she might slip and fall despite his warnings. The telltale scratching sounds of plastic loops of the shower curtains indicated that Claire had stepped in. A second later he heard a cry of delight. 

“It’s warm!” she squealed in what could only be blissful excitement. 

“I kent ye’d love it,” he called in. 

He heard gleeful laughing and splashing, and could only imagine Claire— her hands outstretched with palms lifted to catch the water, her face upturned toward the showerhead with a radiant smile, drops of water splashing over those perfect shoulders and creamy white skin to trace down…

-Christ! Dinna disrespect the lass like that. 

He took a tight rein on his wandering thoughts and instead called in, “ye can use a wee bit of that soap as well. In the bottle on the side there. Ye rub it on yer skin and then wash it off.” 

Instead of a reply, there was a loud clunk from the bathroom, and Jamie’s heart leapt to his throat. His instinct was to immediately rush inside, but first he forced himself to anxiously call, “Claire?” 

“Sorry, just dropped it. It’s slippery,” came the reply. 

Jamie let out the breath he’d been holding in a huge but shaky exhale. His heartbeat slowed immediately and he couldn’t help but laugh at his overreaction. Claire just seemed to bring out every ounce of protective instinct in him. Maybe it was her vulnerability paired with curious naivety, maybe it was the circumstances in which he’d found her, or maybe it was just something about their connection, but Jamie had never felt anything of the sort. He wasn’t exactly what people would call the alpha-male possessive type. His previous flings (not that he’d had many nor had they stayed around long) were always very independent from him. They were like two ships passing in the night-- barely a connection, just occasional proximity. They had never needed him nor him them. But with Claire… God— with Claire it seemed that she needed him. And it was growing more and more apparent with every second that he needed her just as much, albeit not in the exact same way. 

He was interrupted from his musings when the bathroom door that Jamie was leaning on suddenly opened and he nearly came crashing inside. His hands caught the doorframe to keep him from falling, and when he straightened, he came face to face with a wide-eyed and apologetic Claire, wrapped in a towel with droplets of water dripping from her curls and beaded all over her skin. 

“Sorry,” she stuttered. 

He stood frozen in front of her, still startled by her abrupt opening of the door, but mostly he was taking in her appearance and trying to get his brain to restart. 

She’s sae bonny. 

“I couldn’t figure out how to stop it,” she admitted, giving a vague point in the direction of the shower that was still running. 

“Oh… aye,” Jamie said dazedly. He snapped himself back into the moment and hastily added, “I’ll take care of it while ye go to yer room and get dressed again, aye?” 

She nodded at his suggestion and scooped up her discarded clothes. Then she stood looking at him expectantly. He wondered for a second why she was just standing there before he realized he was still frozen in the doorway and blocking her path. 

“Eh… sorry,” he murmured as he stepped aside and allowed her to exit the bathroom. 

He couldn’t help but stare after her as she walked down the hall toward the bedroom. Squeezing his eyes shut in self admonishment, he quickly turned away and stepped into the bathroom to shut off the shower. Truth be told, he needed one of his own, but he couldn’t yet bear to leave her alone for long enough for him to do so. He absently mopped up the small puddles of water Claire had made on the bathroom floor, and then he left the bathroom and returned to the living room to wait for Claire on the couch. 

Nearly a second later, before he had any time to get into his own head and begin contemplating again, Claire returned. Her damp curls rested on her shoulders making his tee-shirt a bit damp. Even wet she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. 

She gave him a smile, as if reading his thoughts, and began to head straight for him again. This time, she sat down next to him and nestled into his side. Flustered for only a second, he recovered and put an arm around her so she could burrow in further. Then, she brought her knees across his lap to rest her folded legs over his. 

“I liked-- what did you call it? Shower? Well, I liked it very much,” she commented happily as she looked up at him. 

His voice was low as he answered tenderly, “good, I’m glad. I kent ye would.” 

As he was speaking, Claire’s hands began to wander over him. Her fingers touched at the edge of his jaw, just below his ear, and rubbed the corner of it. He couldn’t remember someone ever touching him just there, and an odd sensation gripped him in his wame. But he found he liked it-- just that slight fluttering of excitement and the tingling going through his face where she touched him. 

He wanted so desperately for her to continue her strange explorations of him that he felt he must keep perfectly still and silent in order to not break the spell. Not moving his head, he glanced down at her to see her expression was that of enrapturement. 

Her hand traveled higher, tracing the shell of his ear with a feather-light touch. It was amazing to Jamie how just the barest hint of her skin on his could rattle him so. 

Then, without warning, she buried her hand deep into his mussed hair, fingers sinking deep into the curls. 

He had started a bit at her suddenness, but instantly melted as her fingers began to press delightfully into his scalp and massage in little circles. A sigh automatically tumbled from his lips.

“Are all fair folk sae tactile?” he asked as a laugh rumbled deep in his chest at her odd affectionate and intimate behavior. 

“Hmmm?” she murmured, still enthralled by his hair. But then she jerked her gaze suddenly to meet his, as if his words had finally penetrated her brain, and she flushed a very becoming shade of pink. (Jamie was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one who seemed to lose all brain functions). 

“Oh... no, ah-” she withdrew her hand from his hair and leaned away a bit, her body parting from his, “I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” 

He quickly caught her hand and squeezed it, as if that could pull her back to him. Perhaps the right thing to do would have been to keep the more appropriate space between them, but Jamie couldn’t help but reinitiate contact; he couldn’t seem to be without it. 

“I like it jes’ fine,” he murmured, his voice coming out huskier than he’d intended. 

At that, her lips quirked up in a smile and all hesitancy vanished. She scooted closer to him, molded herself to his side once more, and then went back to his hair again— this time both hands smoothing up his nape to tangle in his curls and pet him gently. 

Jamie couldn’t have wiped the smile off his face if he tried. 

“You’re so beautiful…” she said under her breath, perhaps mostly to herself as her fingers carded through the curls, “I’ve never seen this color hair before.” He felt a finger brush his forehead and then twirl a wayward strand around it, “like the red of a stag, but with bits of sunlight glinting through it…” 

He didn’t have time to respond because suddenly the loud ding-dong of his doorbell rang through the house and sent Claire jolting back in alarm, back ramrod straight and head whipping in the direction the sound came from. 

“Dinna fash, it only means someone is at the door,” he explained (already mourning the loss of her hands on him), “stay here.” 

He got up from the couch and walked to the entryway. Unlocking the door and freeing the bolt, he opened it to reveal a postman holding a package. 

“Good day, sir,” the postman greeted. His eyes flicked over Jamie’s shoulder and he added with a polite nod, “ma’am.” 

Jamie’s head swiveled in surprise, and he saw Claire had followed him and was peeking warily around the corner like a shy animal. Her eyes went wide as watermelons when the postman addressed her, and she quickly disappeared behind the wall. 

He returned his attention to the postman and hastily signed the sheet on the clipboard with the proffered pen and then accepted the package. A quick “good day” was all he managed before he shut the door, locked it, and rushed back to Claire. 

Abandoning the package on the desk, he made his way over to her. She was standing in the corner of the kitchen, her arms wrapped around herself and eyes distant. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone. 

He couldn’t help but reach out his hands to smooth up and down her arms. The touch seemed to calm her somewhat— as he was finding out that it often did— and a bit of the tenseness in her shoulders lessened. But only a fraction. 

“It’s not just you,” she whispered, nearly under her breath. 

He made an interrogative sound in his throat. 

“He could see me, too,” she said softly, looking down with her brow furrowed. 

Jamie wasn’t exactly sure of the implications, but the gravity of her tone and how upset she was indicated that it wasn’t good. He gave her an encouraging nod to continue. 

“Like I told you, that shouldn’t happen. You see, the fair folk operate on a different plane than you do. That’s why you can’t see us and we rarely leave a mark on your world. Unless we choose. We can open the veil into your plane to reveal ourselves. But all the time with you, and just now— I haven’t been. I think…” she trailed off, her eyes growing stormy and her words catching in her throat. Her voice had been growing thicker and thicker with emotion, and now it stopped entirely. 

Jamie left one hand on her arm and reached the other down to catch her hand in his. 

“What is it, a nighean?” he asked gently. 

She looked up at him again. “I had a theory, but it seems even more likely now. It feels different here... It would make everything make sense,” she said disjointedly. 

She looked so saddened by it that Jamie was growing worried. 

“Tell me,” he encouraged, trying to keep his tone soft and calm amidst the growing anxiety for her. 

Once more, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him. “I think the stones brought me to the human plane of existence. This plane.” 

Jamie nodded, still a little confused. “Aye…?” 

“So,” she said, “I don’t think I can ever go home.”

***

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Cleaning Stuffed Animals: A Tutorial

So I have become, among my friends group, the Stuffie Cleaner. When people find their stuffed animals have gotten nasty or dirty, and the washer looks like a scary death machine for their friend, they come to me, and I’ve realized that this is happening enough that maybe there’s people out in the world also going “my poor stuffie!!” with no way of cleaning it and no one to turn to. In that vein, I’ve decided to write up this method for the internet to enjoy. Below is my method for cleaning any stuffed, fabric thing (animals, pillows, etc) that for one reason or another cannot, or probably cannot, go in the washer/dryer. If you’re worried about it falling apart, ruining the fabric, or getting mildew inside because it won’t dry, this method is your friend.

YOU WILL NEED

- A small tub, bucket, or other basin for water. It doesn’t need to be particularly deep or large, but it does need a wide mouth. Bathtubs can work just fine if that’s all you have. It just needs to hold water and be something you can reach into.

- Baby shampoo. This is also very good for washing wigs, if you need to do so.

- A jug of some kind. Empty milk cartons, water gallon jugs, or large pitchers are fine. It just needs to be able to hold warm water and be somewhat portable.

- A towel. Two if you don’t have any space that you can just get absolutely soaked, for underneath the bucket. If you’re worried about the space getting wet, you can honestly have any number around, but at least 1 is needed for the stuffie.

- Optional: a toothbrush, for set in stains. I have a small travel electric one that’s I love for this. Please do NOT use any toothbrush you plan on returning to your mouthhole, that’s nasty. Also do not use any toothbrush that’s got nasty stuff in it or has recently been used with harsh cleaners or bleach. If you’re worried give it a wash first to remove any chemical nastiness.

- Optional: A swimsuit. If you do this like I do you’re going to get very damp. You might want to dress for it.

- Optional: A hair dryer. Note that if you do use one, make sure it has a setting below Death Hot, as heat tends to be Reason 1 why stuffies should not go in the wash. You can melt fur or fabric with high heat, but as long as you aren’t using a heat gun, my method, used with ample caution, should not harm your fabric (though YMMV). If the dryer is too hot for your head it may be too hot for the fabric.

STEP 0: THE PRE WASH

The first thing to do is remove any gunk, debris, or physical yuck from the outside of the stuffie. You can do this with whatever you want - paper towels, regular towels, etc - but the important thing is that you get your stuffie down to just the bits that have soaked into the fabric. If, say, you dropped pasta on your friend, this is the part where you need to get the noodles off the stuffie. This is not always applicable, but when it is, it’s not something you can skip.

STEP 1: THE SET UP

Now that your friend is ready to be cleaned, it’s time to get your shit set up. Find a space that can get... reasonably damp. We have a basement with a concrete floor that works fine, but bathroom floors, tiled kitchen floors, or spaces like that are also fine. There’s just going to be a lot of water involved and if you’re trying to clean the water off a rug after you’re done it’s not going to be fun. If you’re going to change into a swimsuit, I’d do that here.

Next, fill your vessel - bucket, tub, whatever - with a small amount of warm water. I usually don’t fill it over an inch, which is roughly the distance from the tip of your thumb to the first line in your knuckle (yes, this is a tried and true method, trust me). I usually warm the water up to be just slightly warmer than what I want to touch, as our basement is cold and the water cools very quickly, but ultimately you want the water to be just touchable when you start.

While you’re filling, fill your jug, too. This should be warmer than the tub, because it’s going to sit for longer and will have longer to cool down. It should still be warm when you use it towards the end of the process, so use your own discretion in how warm you have it.

Once stuff is filled, get everything else you need together. Make sure your towel is nearby, lay any other protective ones down, have the rest of the stuff within arms reach. If you have a hair dryer I’d keep it away from the tub.

Lastly, once it’s all ready to go, add a very small amount of baby shampoo to the water, and mix it up very gently with your fingers. It should be just starting to create suds, but not enough to become a bubble bath. Soap lingers and leaves a residue if it’s not rinsed off, so while you’ll want a little for the water, less is better. You can always add a little more.

STEP 2: THE WASH

Once you’re set up, grab your friend, and assess the stain. Old, set in stains from being in boxes or storage may require the toothbrush, but newer things may not. Either way, the process will remain more or less the same: take a small amount of water in your hand and gently apply it to the stain. Think of it like when you are trying to remove dropped sauce from a shirt - you don’t want to get the stuffie soaked, but you want the area to be damp.

DO NOT DUNK THE STUFFIE.

I say this, because the reason washers can be bad for stuffed things is that most of these things are filled with what we call Poly-fill (it’s a brand that’s gone generic, like Kleenex). Poly-fill is a polyester bundle of threads that remain fluffy as to give your friend a shape, and if it gets wet and does not get dry, it can mold.  And inside a friend, it doesn’t dry super well or quickly, so the less you get the poly-fill inside the stuffie wet, the better.

Once damp, you can either use your fingers, or the toothbrush, to gently scrub the area. If needed, you can add a little more soapy water to the area to get a little more suds and break up the stains. This is where I love my toothbrush, because being electric, it vibrates just a little, but being a travel brush it’s got the power of a child’s toy, and that means its very gentle. The important thing here is that you don’t want to get too aggressive. You should be massaging the fur or fibers, but you don’t want to put too much stress on the threads, as that can create holes. It’s better to spend 20 minutes being gentle than 5 being rough.

This should remove the nasty stain. I’ve so far had this method take out stains that were 10+ years old and dry. It just takes some time, and repetition.

If you’re just trying to sanitize your friend, you can just gently work a damp hand through the fur. There’s no need to really scrub or get the stuffie super damp, as it’s just about getting a little soap on the surface to remove germs.

STEP 3: THE RINSE

You have by this point conquered the stain, yay! The area may seem darker than average, but that’s because it’s wet, though some very nasty stains can leave the spot slightly darker, which will always be more noticeable when its wet than dry.  Now it is time to get the soap off.

Grab your jug. It should still be warm, but hopefully not hot. If you can’t touch the water it’s way too hot still and you might need to cool it down somehow. Gently pour a little of the water into a cupped palm, and then pour that over the sudsy area(s). The goal is to rinse off the suds and soap while soaking the stuffie as little as possible. It’s still definitely going to get very wet, of course, but containing the wet spot and/or how wet it is will be helpful regardless. You may need to follow behind and wipe some suds away in between pours, and if so you can very gently use some fingers to do this. A wet hand is also very good at removing suds if you’re worried about pouring water. You can also pour with the jug if it’s rather small, but the idea is to keep the amount of water being poured as little as possible at a time, so use your discretion. Again, we’re trying to not soak the insides too much.

Don’t use the tub water to rinse it or your hands. It’s still soapy. This is why you got the jug full of clean water.

STEP 4: DRYING

Your stuffie is rinsed and (hopefully) clean! Now it’s time to get the water off. First, grab that towel, and towel dry your friend off. Try and agitate any fur as you do, as that’ll make sure it gets fluffed back up and doesn’t get stuck all pushed down in weird directions. As long as your friend isn’t falling apart you should be able to get a little rough with this portion. You want to aim to get them as dry as possible with the towel in the same way that you try and get yourself dry after a shower or the pool. You’ll likely wind up with a stuffie that’s just a little damp to the touch.

Once you’ve done that, there are two paths.

Path 1: you can, if you want, use a hair dryer to finish the job. If you do so, be very careful. Do not ever keep the heat from the dryer on one space for more than a few seconds. I tend to find passing the nose of the dryer back and forth almost like you’re trying to paint in broad strokes to be useful in terms of keeping the heat distributed. I do this for my hair, too, but I really don’t otherwise know how to describe it. Also, keep the nose of the dryer back about the length of your hand, so the heat has more space to spread out. I know it’s tempting to press the nose right up against the wet spot, and if you think you gotta do that, don’t keep it there for more than a couple of seconds at a time. Heat can murder a stuffie, so using the dryer is about making sure the heat is applied indirectly and making sure it has enough space to distribute across the area.

IF YOU: Smell anything weird, feel like the fabric is changing color or texture, or otherwise get a bad vibe, STOP and assess. Melted fabric tends to have a very hard texture, almost like plastic. You can always go back to it if your instincts were incorrect, but I have no idea how to unmelt fur, so it’s better to keep attentive. Trust yourself.

Path 2 is letting the stuffie air dry. You should put them in a warm space, away from the water, and check on them occasionally. If they’re still damp when you check, you can towel them off again and fluff the fur with it. Keep checking until they’re dry to the touch. This may take some time, depending on how wet they got, but if you’re worried about heat, letting them air dry can’t damage the fur. The less wet you got them during the wash, the less time this will take for them to be fully dry.

STEP 5: YOU’RE DONE

By this point, your friend should be fully dry. Give them a hug, run your hands through their fur, fluff them up a bit, and apologize for your transgressions. (I can tell you that, as a Professional Stuffie Doctor, they still love you regardless).

The only thing now is to just assess the area with the stain. Some very dark stains may leave behind a slightly darker patch, but 9/10 it’s not going to be noticeable without really looking for it. If there’s still some nasty, you may need to repeat the process again, using the toothbrush if you didn’t before. Double check that the area doesn’t smell funny - it should smell like shampoo, but if it smells sour, you may need to give it another wash.

If done right, it should smell fine, feel fine, and look fine in your hands now that it’s dry. If so, it’s time to celebrate! Also clean up because you’re probably very damp and so is the area.

And that’s it! I have used this method for just about everything. I’ve removed old stains, new stains, stains I caused and stains that just showed up. I’ve also used this method to sanitize friends I rescued from places like Goodwill, as the warm water and suds should kill any nasty bacteria from things like colds or COVID. (You have no idea if the people that donated the friend washed it ever, so I recommend a bath to remove snotty germs 100% of the time with rescued friends). I’ve also used this on everything from Mallowfriends to Beaniebabies to traditional jointed bears and everything else. There is no fur type this shouldn’t work on, no size too big or small, and no filling that is off limits.

When in doubt - be gentle, keep the water and suds to a minimum as much as you can, and be patient. This method is an act of love, and you can’t rush tender love and care.

If people have questions, my ask is open. Otherwise, go wash your stuffies!

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Can Never Escape Her Love

AN: I’m back from finals. I don’t currently have anything else written but more things will follow without over 2 weeks passing by now that I have more time. This is a darker fic, so please read the warnings!

Word Count: 3868

Warnings: very very light suggestive/citrus, manipulation, thought monitoring, suicide idealization, self harm/suicide attempt, unhealthy relationship

Description: She reminds you so much of your Doctor that you ache. There is only one way to escape her now.

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Warm arms found their way around your waist, pulling you closer to a warm body. Your entire being relaxed as you bleary opened your eyes to try and see who it was. Mhhh it was the Doctor, or at least you think it was. You were too tried to open your eyes fully but the strong arms around you had to belong to the Doctor. Who else could they belong to? You felt safe and warm. Must be the Doctor. She was the only one who made you feel so completely content like this.

"Doc," your voice was sleepy as you nuzzled further into her embrace.

Of all the wonders of the universe being in her arms was your favorite. If it was possible you would never leave her embrace.

"Hmm suppose I can overlook you calling me Doc right now. You're practically still asleep. And you're so pliant and cuddly."

You drifted off not really registering her words. Her hands were working to soothe you, rubbing circles into your skin and brushing through your hair. It was nice and sleep came back to you with ease.

You woke up completely relaxed on top of someone's body. You didn't remember falling asleep in someone's arms. So who were you laying on top of? Your face scrunched up in confusion but your body stayed practically boneless. You were too comfortable to ruin it by tensing up at the moment.

"Good morning treasure," she made the word treasure sound like a possessive caress.

Your entire body stiffened to the point that you were shaking. It was her. Why wouldn't she leave you alone? You hated it when she took advantage of the fact that she reminded you so much of the Doctor. Your Doctor, who you missed with your whole being. So much that at times you physically ached.

Her hand pressed forcefully against your temple. Your body went slack becoming putty that she could mold to her desires. You hated it. Yet your body refused to listen to your mind and remained responseless to your internal struggle to try and move away. Even worse was that you were starting to get used to her manipulating your body telepathically.

At least she left your thoughts alone, for the most part. She would get angry sometimes at your thoughts but she never tried to stop you from thinking. It was unavoidable that she would get angry when she was almost constantly in your head. You knew what she wanted more than anything else. She wanted you to love her of your own free will. She didn’t mind manipulating situations to bring you closer to thinking of her fondly, but she would never manipulate your thoughts to make you think you loved her. 

It was her only redeeming quality. That and her unwillingness to cause you any physical pain.

"There we go. All relaxed again. Isn't this better treasure?"

She brought your face up for a kiss. It was a soft and sweet kiss. The kind that you had loved receiving from the Doctor during the rare sleepy mornings where she was content to stay still for a while. Now it made your heartache. 

You felt sick. This woman that had replaced the Doctor in your life was much more content to stay still and hold you in her embrace. To do any of the things you had yearned for. But all you wanted was your Doctor back. All fast pace, never staying still. Always on the move to see the next new wonder the universe had to offer.

A small noise from the TARDIS stole her attention. Her face scrunched up at whatever she had been told. Even the way her face scrunched was identical. It wasn’t fair. She was so similar yet so very frighteningly different. You had lost count of the people she had killed.

"It appears we have an uninvited guest. Let's go greet them shall we?"

She pulled you out of bed with her, changing from holding you in her arms to holding your hand with ease. You had no opportunity to escape her grasp. At this point, you never bothered to struggle. She wasn’t against overpowering you in order to keep you where she wanted you. It wasn’t worth the effort.

"Don't bother with getting dressed my treasure. They won't be here long," the growl in her voice spoke of danger and death for whoever had dared to interrupt her time in bed with you. 

You let her pull you out of the room still wearing only the lingerie she had forced you into the day before. Perhaps forced was the wrong word, coerced would be better. She loved to give you the illusion of choice. You could put on the white, frilly lingerie she had chosen for you, or she could destroy the next planet the TARDIS landed on. You had chosen to put it on. 

 The lingerie gave you a pure, angelic look. It also embarrassed you immensely to be seen in it, even if just by her. Which was probably one of the reasons she had you wear it. While she wanted you to be comfortable she wanted you to not be able to leave more. You were a lot less likely to try and escape the TARDIS if you would be doing so in lingerie. It was an added incentive to stay in the TARDIS, to stay with her. 

Not that the TARDIS would open her doors to even give you the chance to escape. The TARDIS had made it clear that she would side with her and not you. The most the TARDIS would do for you now was make a comforting sound while you cried. Of course, that was only until she was able to reach you to comfort you. Having been told by the TARDIS that you were upset. Constantly monitored by both the living ship and the woman who owned her.

The doors to the TARDIS opened to let this "guest" in the moment the two of you entered the console room. Another thing that had stayed the same in design but was so very different.

The console room had always been warm when the Doctor was here. It had been rare for the room to reflect anger or despair. Now it was always darkly lit up in red, a sign of the woman’s anger with the universe. The only bright spot in the darkness of the room was where you stood. You were always bathed in light when you entered the room. It made you feel uncomfortable to be under this- this spotlight. She always poetically compared it to you being the only star in the vast, harshness of space. You were the only light in her universe. She would do anything to keep you in her orbit. It scared you to think of the atrocities she would commit to keep you close.

You could feel the stare of this "guest" on you as you keep your eyes on the floor. It felt strange to have someone else's eyes on you. You had been isolated for so long. Looking into the eyes of whoever she was about to kill was all you could do for them now. They deserved that much from you. It had been a very long time since you had tried to get her to spare someone. There was no chance of her letting whoever had dared to get this close to the TARDIS and try to get inside live. When you finally forced yourself to look up you couldn't contain yourself from your joyous exclamation.

"Jack!"

He could help you! He could end this living nightmare of being loved by this twisted facsimile of the Doctor.

"Well don't you look like an angel from the heavens!"

You blushed at his overly flirtatious tone. For a moment you had forgotten you were standing before him in nothing but frilly lingerie. You had been so happy to see someone who could help you leave that you had forgotten you weren’t alone. That was a mistake. You could practically hear the sneer she made.

She wasn't happy to see him. In fact, he may have made her even less pleased with his existence by openly flirting with you. Something you wouldn’t have thought possible before this moment.

"I suggest you keep your eyes to yourself unless you want me to rip them out and keep them in a jar."

"Oof. I had heard you changed Doc but I didn't quite believe it,” how Jack could keep his tone light and casual was beyond you.

You felt the blood drain from your face at the look she gave him. She hated being called Doctor. She had killed people for even implying she was the Doctor. She only tolerated you calling her Doctor because she loved you. She saw your confusion as unavoidable. She was still kind to you, only to you. Always conscientious of your comfort and safety.  Of course, you would struggle to understand that the Doctor was dead and gone when she showered you in kindness, love, and affection just like the Doctor had- before she had been destroyed. They even looked the same, well except for the hair. 

She had let the Doctor’s hair grow out from its short bob. The length leading past her shoulders, ending just above her chest. Something had happened to it to change it from its bright sunny blond to a dull brunette. You didn’t think she dyed it? But you had no idea how else the color could have changed. She hadn’t regenerated. Her body was still the same as when she had been your Doctor. Something that made your life so much harder and brought you so much grief. How could you look at her with hate when she looked like the person you had loved most in the universe?

"Jack... you've made a mistake coming to bother me. I might have left you alone. You're such an eyesore, I would have preferred to ignore your continued existence,” her voice was scathing as she ranted. At times her words could burn someone before she had the chance to burn their skin. “But no. You had to come and harass me."

The TARDIS doors closed with a slam that made you jump. She moved with quick precision around the console. Leaving you to stand alone bathed in light. She was methodical and efficient. There was no whimsical flair to her piloting now. You were terrified to know where she was bringing you. How she planned to kill Jack. She would kill Jack- it was as fixed a decision as he was a fixed point in time.

You looked at Jack to plead with him to leave. He needed to leave before she killed him. He had a vortex manipulator, he had a chance of escaping! The words died in your throat. His eyes were stern and set. Nothing would change his mind on whatever he had planned. You had to hope that she didn't find a way to kill him permanently. If anyone could end his immortality it would be her.

The TARDIS materialized.

With a snap of her fingers, the doors threw themselves open. The TARDIS was in the vacuum of space. Empty except for the light of distant stars. It must have been longer than you thought it had been since you had looked out into pure space. There was a hazy glow near the bottom of the door that you couldn’t remember seeing before. While it would be a horrible way to die- out in the vacuum of space. There was still a chance that Jack could be picked up by a roaming spaceship soon. If for some reason he couldn’t rely on his vortex manipulator. It was too much to hope that she would neglect to take care of it before she left him for certain death numerous times over.

Jack didn’t even look behind him to see what was outside the open doors.

“Smart choice to not turn your back on me. I would have stabbed you in the back before throwing you out into the star the TARDIS is above.”

Oh. That was why you could see a bright haze. It was a star. You tried not to think about what that could mean for Jack.

“I wonder, dear Jack if your mind will still be intact in thousands of years when this star finally dies and you can remain alive for more than a few moments?”

She didn’t let the two of you avoid thinking about what she was going to do. She stalked towards him until her face was mere inches from his. Gripping his arm, nails digging into his vortex manipulator and skin. His skin bleed from the punctures she caused before she tore his vortex manipulator off and threw it out into the star below.

“Can’t leave you with that cheating bit of tech. Don’t worry if your mind is still there when I come back to check on your mental state! I will have thought of a better way to permanently get rid of you by then.”

Jack didn’t break eye contact with you throughout the whole encounter. He stared into your eyes. Expression grim. You nodded as subtly as you could. If she had any idea of what the two of you were planing, what you were agreeing to she would put a stop to it. You understood. There was only one escape left for you.

In the moments that she threw him out of the TARDIS into the star below he acted. He pulled the gun out of nowhere. It didn’t matter to you where it had been kept. All that mattered was giving him a clear shot at you. It had to be quick. You took serval steps forward. Careful to move in a predictable way so that he didn’t mess up the shot. The noise of the gun firing was strangely quiet in comparison to her scream when she realized that you were going to be shot. 

She was moving towards you before you even felt the bullet pierce your skin. You almost didn’t feel it enter your side.

Your side.

He missed.

He missed. 

He missed. 

He MISSED.

HE MISSED. 

He missed.

He missed.

He missed.

You were dying but that wasn’t good enough. If you were still alive then she wouldn’t let you die. She wouldn’t let you escape her like this. She would never let you leave her. Jack had failed to kill you. You wouldn’t get to escape with his help. You likely would never get an opportunity to escape again.

She rushed over to you where you laid on the console room floor. You could see the golden glow beginning underneath the surface of her skin. You tried to thrash away from her. Even going as far as to try and press near the wound to try and get your blood to leave your body faster. You needed to die before she stopped you! It was hopeless to think you would succeed but you had to try.

You couldn’t get away. Her arms tightened around you. It hurt but it was very effective in stopping you from struggling. Pulling you into her embrace she shifted you so that she could hold you still with one arm. This was why you normally never fought her. She was so much stronger than you. The golden glow moved to the surface of her skin, reaching out. Like it was sentient, aching to be released.

A single hand hovered over the gunshot wound. The golden tendrils leaping from her hand to your skin. It reminded you of stardust trying to form into a new star. The skin it caressed welded itself back together as if it had never been harmed.

Her hovering hand pressed into the open wound bringing a strangled, pained noise passed your lips. She didn’t hesitate to shove her hand into your body. Your vision went white with the pain you were in. You didn’t even try to hold back your screams. She hated it when you were hurt so maybe your screams would stop this torture.

“Shhhh. Sh. Sh. Shhh,” she shushed you as she wiggled her fingers around inside of you. “I know it hurts but it will be over soon treasure. I just need to get the bullet out of you before I make it all better.”

Her fingers stopped moving around wildly inside of you. Once they had stilled she began to slowly remove her hand from inside of your side. You wanted her to hurry up and remove her hand. It hurt! Everything hurt! You just wanted this to be over.

Your body went limp in her arms once her hand was resting over top of your wound. You hadn’t even realized that your body had been tensed until it no longer was.

The soft glow of her hands as they healed you felt nice. It still burned but not as intensely as having her hand inside of your body had. In comparison, the burning of your cells as they regrew was relaxing.

“There we go all better.”

The kiss she pressed against your side where the wound had been would have made you smile if she was still your Doctor. You were so tired that you couldn’t find anything in yourself but indifference at the action. It was a blessing to not be missing the Doctor at the moment. A part of you knew that you should still be upset that your last hope of escape had failed. But you were so tired that you just didn't care. You just wanted to sleep. 

“Let’s get you to the medbay so you can rest treasure.”

Rising off the floor with you in her arms she carried you out of the console room and down the hall. The TARDIS didn't bother to move the room closer. You were completely healed and in no current danger of dying so there was no need. The further away you were from the TARDIS’s doors the better in both of their minds. You almost drifted off to sleep in her arms before she spoke.

“As much as I hate him Jack has pointed out something very important to me,” she dipped her head to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You are too vulnerable. Even if I were to keep you in my arms for eternity there would still be a risk of you dying. The whole universe is my enemy now and they will eventually kill you.”

She kicked the door to the medbay open. Gently. You supposed she had entered your mind to know how exhausted you were and didn’t want to make too much noise and disturb you.  She carried you over to a soft bed laying you down with care. You were so tired, so tired. Was this what the Doctor had felt like after regenerating? You understood now why she had passed out in the middle of a crisis. You felt like you could pass out any minute now. She tucked you in and you were almost grateful. The warmth was a comfort to your sore and cold body.

“You could die so easily. I’ve lost so many people,” her voice sounded haunted, it sent a chill down your spine. 

She noticed and tucked you in more securely. Moving to grab something from a nearby cabinet. You thought perhaps another blanket but she seemed empty-handed when she came back. Maybe she just needed a moment to try and compose herself. You were too tied to care that much.

“One day I’m going to lose you. To old age, at someone else’s hands,” her voice cracked as if at any moment tears would spill from her eyes. 

You hadn’t known she was capable of crying anymore. You did your best to not let it inspire sympathy from you. She had committed so many atrocities. Destroyed more planets than the Master ever had. You couldn’t let yourself feel bad for her. But you were so tired and she reminded you so much of your Doctor.

“Unless I make you like me -timeless- I will lose you too.”

The cruel smile she gave you was your only warning. She probably thought it was reassuring. Moving quick as a viper she injected something into you. It felt cold. Like ice freezing you in place. You wanted more than anything to throw yourself off the bed and run far away into the heart of the TARDIS. But you couldn’t move an inch. Your breath hitched. You were at her mercy and she didn’t have any.

“Small temporary paralysis drug. I need to keep you still so I can work.”

“Please. Please Val-,” you choked down the sobs that desperately wanted to escape as you realized what she was going to do to you. “Valeyard. Don’t do this to me. I don’t want this. Please. I- I- I don’t want this.”

Sobs left your body. Had you been capable of moving you would have been shaking with the intensity of your cries. She was going to make you immortal like her. Completely timeless. You would never escape her. You would never die. She tenderly brushed your hair away from your face. Wiping away your tears for a few moments. Your tears didn’t stop, they just kept spilling from your eyes.

“Normally I would give you anything you desired in the universe my treasure. I would never refuse you anything. Except this. The only thing I refuse to give you. A way to leave me.”

She pulled away so that she could get what she needed so that you would be with her forever. You tried with all your might to move. To flee this fate. Nothing changed- you were still frozen to the spot. The gold color of the syringe she brought over was so bright it was blinding. Like looking into the sun.

“While it may not be a gift you want right now you’ll thank me for it eventually. You’ll never age. Never die!” She was trying to reassure you but all that you felt was growing dread as more tears streamed down your face. “You won’t even have to deal with a face change. I wouldn’t make you suffer through an identity crisis like that my treasure.”

Once it was injected into your veins you felt violently sick. Your insides twisted to the point that you were sure that her hands were inside you again. Twisting your organs to wring out the liquid they held. You screamed in pain. Everything hurt. Everything burned! You just wanted it to stop!

The Valeyard lifted you up from the bed, slipping in behind you. Holding you and trying to comfort you with her touch. You couldn’t hear her voice over your screams but it didn’t matter the Valeyard just spoke into your mind instead. Soft coos and sweet words meant to comfort you.

Everything was okay. Nothing would ever hurt you again. She would love you forever, her dear treasure.

You would never be able to escape her now.

[peachyhobs]

Key To My Heart - Part 2

~word count: 1070~

Geochang, December 30, 2009

Today is my 14th birthday and it’s quite difficult to contain my excitement. Sure, it’s been a few days since Christmas passed and tomorrow will be New Year’s Eve, but today I get my soulmate’s key and my lock necklaces. I’ve always liked the concept of these locks and keys ever since I knew what they represented.

At school, I’ve seen everyone get them earlier than me, especially since my birthday is so late into the year. But it doesn’t matter anymore! I’m getting one today!!

My parents and I have saved up enough money to be able to afford these types of things since we only have enough to pay for the house, buy food and essentials, and to be able to afford to go to school. I’m not unaware of these struggles since it can be difficult sometimes, but today is an important day for all of us.

This morning, I headed to the dining table and my mother, my grandmother and I were eating seaweed soup until my dad came in from the front door.

“Taehyung! Here it is!” exclaimed my father, with small bits of snow on his clothes and a bag in his hand. After he takes off his shoes, he kind of speedwalks to his and my mother’s room, then comes back out in comfier and simple clothing, placing the bag on the dinner table. The bag had some shop’s name on it and my dad took a box out before I could read the name, then he put the box in front of me, which had a beautiful ornate star design on it.

"Open it, Taehyungie!" said my mother.What was inside was a simple (yet somewhat colorful) padlock, a key, and two necklace chains.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Put it on!!!" exclaimed my grandmother.

There was an instruction card in the box under the lock and key, and then I read what was printed on it:

"Thank you for choosing Written in the Stars! The lock you’ve been given belongs to you and the key(s) unlocks your soulmate(s) lock(s)!”

I didn’t know people could have more than one soulmate. Quite interesting! I thought.

“Soulmate Necklace Assembly Instructions / Step one: Put on the longest necklace chain. You may need help if you’re having trouble putting it on.

Step two: Get your lock and lock it with the chain in between the lock’s arch. If you don’t know how to lock it in place, just push the lock arc into the lock with the hole under the end of the lock. [DISCLAIMER: MOST LOCKS ARE FIXED TO STAY THIS WAY SO YOU CAN ONLY PUSH DOWN. NOT ALL LOCKS ARE THE SAME]

Step three: Grab the shorter necklace chain and get the key threaded into it. [DISCLAIMER: OUR KEYS HAVE A HOLE DRILLED INTO THE KEY FOR THIS TO BE POSSIBLE, AND SOME HAVE A WIDER HOLE MOLDED INTO THEM. NOT ALL KEYS ARE THE SAME]

Step four: Put the necklace with your soulmate’s key on the same way you put the other necklace on.

You now have your lock and key necklaces assembled correctly! Find your soulmate and come back to our shop to let us know!”

Under that sentence was the address to the jeweler shop and a corner of the card was colored red, so I flipped the card over.

“Reminder: The only times you’re able to take off these necklaces are:

When you take showers/baths. These can rust if frequently worn and exposed in wet weather and conditions!

When you find your soulmate(s). Some of us, as this jewelry shop has noticed, that some people can have more than one soulmate at once! This isn’t possible for everyone, but if you are one of these people with more than one soulmate, it also means you’ll have more than one key and lock (your locks will be the same as the first one you get if there’s more than one soulmate!)

Once you find your soulmate(s) you’re able to take these necklaces off and do what you’d like with it (such as framing them or putting your locks together to place elsewhere)

Be aware that our locks and keys are infused with stardust! Take good care of your locks and keys and eventually, you'll find your soulmate(s)!

- Seo Taiji, CEO and high locksmith of Written in the Stars”

I put the card down and looked at the open box. The lock I got was quite small, yet in a shape I didn’t expect. The lock had a silver metal handle and the rest of the lock was red and in the shape of a heart. The key next to it was slightly longer than my lock, but it was made of silver and it looked a little old.

I reread the instructions carefully and got the lock and key on their own necklace chains.

“Your necklaces suit you, honey bear!” my grandmother said while giving me a really strong and warm hug, and a peck on the cheek.

“Wait! There’s another gift for you, Taehyungie!” my dad said as he pulled another gift out of the bag, it was wrapped in more of the Christmas wrapping paper from when we were wrapping a couple gifts for other family members.

Pulling off the wrapping paper, inside was a phone, my first one! I’m quite happy with it. I guess I didn't notice how I was reacting because my parents and my grandmother were asking me why I was crying.

“Huh? I’m crying?? Wait, I’m not sad! I’m just very happy with this gift!!” I had to explain to them. I really was touched by this, we couldn’t afford any of the newer phones but my parents were able to buy me a flip phone, which is just as nice as any other phone.

“Get dressed, Taehyungie, we need to get groceries so we can cook something later and for tomorrow!” said my mother, getting up to find a jacket.

Looks like I’ll have to personalize my phone when I get back home, I thought.

It’s still very cold outside since it is the wintertime, so I headed to my room to find my warmest clothes to throw on and then waited at the door for my mother.

And then, we both headed off into the cold winter morning together.

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[ppersonna]

vacancy. - kth (part one)

touch me, yeah. i want you to touch me there. make me feel like i am breathing, feel like i am human - a little death, the neighbourhood

summary- spending the night with taehyung was like standing too close to a fire.  the warmth, pleasant at first, became a ravaging inferno soon after.

rating- R/NC17

word count- 4.8k

pairing- taehyung x reader

genre- smut, angst- idol!au

warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), slight dirty talk, real emotional shit, creampie, tae is good with his mouth and his words, unprotected sex (be better than this pls, condoms are your friend)

a.n- hi hello yes i did put out 2 fics in one day. the devil works hard but lindy works harder.  i promise after all this angst i’ve written i will give you the fluffiest fluff i can muster I PROMISE ily! feel free to interact with me, i don’t bite and i am very bored ;)

part two

Neon bathed the smoky room in unnatural green and red light.  It poured over the gaudy, maroon polyester bedspread was likely coated in various body fluids.

You arrived at the room at 1 pm, stamping your cigarette out with your foot before entering the cheap motel room. Your eyes flitted around the room.  You could tell there was a leaky pipe in the bathroom, the steady drip amplified in the otherwise silent room.  

Taehyung would be there soon, ever punctual to his commitments.

But he wasn’t committed to you, was he?

You allowed yourself to feel sad for one moment, no longer.  You let it sit, simmer on low for just a few seconds, then removed from heat.

No use thinking about it for any longer. It never helped in the past, only leaving you cold and lonely on damp sheets, mascara tears tracked down your face.

You peered around the battered room.  It was old, smelled of mildew and regret. 

Carpet bubbled in the corner, damaged and molding.  Wallpaper hung off the walls limply.  Taehyung preferred to meet in rooms like these.  He didn’t want anyone he knew to see him, to see you.

The bathroom wasn’t much better.  Dirty and in disrepair, once white walls a light shade of brown.  You wondered if motel rooms like this could talk, what would it say? How would it feel?  Would it feel just as tired and limp as the carpet and decor?  Or would it feel beaten, abused, left alone to rot?

With a twist of your wrist, the bathtub filled.  The water came out light brown, causing you to grimace.  You hoped you would get to shower before he arrived. You supposed a dirty shower was better than none.  You stripped off your clothing and stood in the grimy tub.

The water coursed over you. It streamed in rivulets down full breasts, thick thighs, enviable waist.   You imagined him in the shower with you, knelt down to attach his supple mouth to your cunt, diving in for treasure with his tongue.  You knew he would whisper to you, sweet epithets and sonnets of devotion as he devoured you.  

You thought about fingering yourself here, desperate to cool the heat in between your thighs at your daydream.  Didn’t seem right, though. You wanted your first orgasm of the day to be wrought out of you by Taehyung.  It would be more satisfying that way.

The shower didn’t last long after you pushed aside thoughts of your paramour fingering you to an inch of your life under the hot spray.  You needed to finish getting ready.

Your hands brushed over the lacey two piece set.  You bought it just for this occasion.  You knew that he was a visual man and was equally stimulated by seeing you wrapped up like a gift as he was by touching you.  You were desperate to please him, ensuring each visit began with a new set for him to touch and disrobe you of.

The lace slid onto your body easily, practiced hands buckling the back of the bra to cup your breasts, and thong sliding over your thighs to rest on your smooth cunt.  Tae also preferred your mound waxed, a wish you were eager to comply by.

Your hair was blown dry and curled.  Your face was free of makeup except a slick coat of red lip gloss.  You dressed exactly to his liking.  Deep down, you knew it was more than just a desire to please him, stimulate his senses.  It was a deep, niggling desire to want him, to want you, all of you.

You couldn’t dwell on those feelings long, as the familiar sound of a key in a lock broke you from your overwhelming thoughts.  You quickly scurried into the bedroom and sat upon the old bed, doing your very best to look hot, ready and waiting.

Taehyung entered looking like a prince.  You thought in another life he was royalty. He carried himself with poise and had an air of elegance around him.

It was why you knew he was too good for this place, too good for you.

If Taehyung was a prince, you were a whore.  A concubine.  Allowed to pleasure and service, never allowed to present it to the world, nothing more than a willing hole.

His eyes raked over your body, drinking in the visage of your dark blue lingerie.  It skimmed your curves perfectly, highlighting the spots you wished to present to the dark-haired man.  

A beat passed, silent, and you held your breath.

Then suddenly, he was on you.  His lips pressed hot kisses on your mouth before trailing down to suck at your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmured against the column of your throat.  You adeptly ignored the jump in your stomach at his words.  You were skilled now at ignoring his empty promises.

A soft sigh fell from your lips.  You were acutely aware of the water in the bathroom, still drip drip dripping.  You hoped it wouldn’t distract you; it had been so long since you had been underneath the idol; you didn’t want to waste a single second not attuned to his needs.

Taehyung dragged his fingers up and down the lace of your body, and you shivered at the feeling of his skin on yours.  He didn’t miss the shudder in your body, grinning now as he continued his plight around you.

“I think this is my favorite of all of them,” he complimented as he grazed over the lace. “Blue is your color.”

Sometimes you would allow yourself to pretend.  What if Taehyung was saying this to you, his girlfriend? How would it feel to hear him whisper his sweet praises to you as his lover?  You imagined him taking care of you in your shared bed, after spending a night together out together, uncaring about who saw you together. You imagined him whispering naughty visuals into your ear at dinner, making you rabid for him by the time you returned home, your shared home.  The domesticity of it all was tantalizing.

Mostly, you imagined loving him freely, out of the humiliating environment of a cheap, run-down motel. 

Taehyung allowed himself to tease you through the lace for a few moments, before his excitement took over.  He dragged his arm behind you to make quick work of your bra clasps, a careful technician.  He inhaled deeply as the fabric fell down your shoulder, revealing soft pink nipples atop creamy globes.  His mouth ran dry at the sight, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

You couldn’t help the shivers, cold air slithering over your fevered skin, causing your nipples to pebble more. They beckoned him like a moth to a flame.  Your body was so beautiful, so deadly. 

His warm mouth enveloped one pert nipple, sucking and lathering it with his tongue.  He always took his time with your body, ensuring you were dripping and begging for him by the time he gave in to you.  He didn’t get nights like this with you often and always used the time wisely by smothering you with his ministrations. 

You willed yourself to steady the breathing, leaving you now in pants.  It had been so long since he touched you last, you often felt as if you were merely living each day now to please him and dissociating any day you went without.

“Tae,” you murmured appreciatively. He smiled against your breast and brought his hand up to squeeze and rub the breast in his mouth.  One at a time, slow, concentrated.  Taehyung loved to wind you until you broke completely in his grasp.   Watching your undoing wrenched more pleasure out of him than nearly any other act.   You came so prettily he was gasping for air by the end. 

“So sweet,” he whispered on your tit, biting the nipple gently.  The sensation made your body burn.  Taehyung was like standing too close to the fire.  It felt so warm, but quickly and dangerously overwhelmed you.  One spark would ignite thousands more.  

He continued his mission of pleasing your breasts, sucking and nipping both mounds until he felt they were thoroughly ravaged.  He pulled away from his work, admiring his masterpiece of bitten red nipples and bruising marks around each globe.  Taehyung loved marking you.  It was the only way you felt like his.

He smiled as he pushed you to lay your head on the thin pillows.  Taehyung wanted you to cum 2, 3 times before he would even undress.  It was torture.  It was blissful.

“So pretty,” he complimented again as he fingered at your thong and pulled it down swiftly.  You offered no rejection, lifting your hips and legs to further the fabric away from you.  Resisting Taehyung was simply not in your vocabulary.  

“I love it when you’re nice and smooth,” he sighed, trailing a hot finger up and down the mound of your cunt.  You knew he wouldn’t even think about getting close to where you needed it, yet.  Taehyung was too busy gazing at the artwork that was your open and pliant body.  He gazed at you as if you were marble, and he, the eager sculptor.  

Taehyung’s gaze did nothing to quell that ache inside you that no finger, no cock, could touch.  It was the ache of longing.  You desired him so thoroughly.  You didn’t want him to just fuck you.  You wanted him to consume you. 

His hands trailed hot around your hips, caressing the soft tissue of your stomach, abdomen and ass. He gripped at your backside with firm hands, squeezing gently and purring with satisfaction.

“Your body was made for me.”

You already knew it.  You hated him for it.  You loved him for it.

He pressed gentle kisses to your tummy, hands still gripped at your ass, and smiled against the soft skin.  He held you as if you were his most precious and treasured asset.  The idea made you burn with need.

“I need you.” Your voice was weak with disuse.

“Ah, she speaks!” He teased, suckling at the skin of your lower abdomen, marking you.  Claiming you.  “Have you missed me as much as I missed you?”

More -you thought.  The loneliness you felt after he left surpassed beyond human capacity.  It often felt as if it would eat you alive.

“Of course,” you sighed as his kisses trailed towards your pussy. “Missed you more than you can imagine.”

He chuckled, not quite reaching your clit, and kissed at the mound there.  “I think I can imagine it.  I missed you twice as much, if not more.”

There was no reason to argue.  Taehyung would speak such sweet ballads all night long.  

You used to believe them.  You used to think he meant what left his mouth at the moment's heat.  It made the crumbling despair that much worse when you later woke to an empty bed.

You gasped your desire as his lips hovered over your core. Had it been any other male alive, you would have wilted under the scrutiny that Tae was giving your cunt.  But Tae was different.  He loved seeing your cunt ooze with your arousal, loved watching his seed slide out after he finished inside you.  It was as if he wanted to memorize it, burn the picture into his corneas.  

“Needy,” he whispered at your moans and begs, before finally allowing the tip of his tongue to trace a circle around your clit.  It felt like a lightning strike. Your half-lidded eyes shot open, gasping for air as his tongue teased the tip of your clit.

“T-Tae-,” you shuddered. You couldn’t finish your thought as he pressed his tongue minutely more forward, adding more delicious pressure to the nub he swirled around.  

“I know what you need, pet,” he cooed. “Don’t worry, I’m here now.”

That was the exact reason you worried.  He was here, flooding your senses, sending you soaring to heights unmatched.  He was soothing you with words of love, of desire.  

And then he would leave.  It made the fall to reality much more painful.

Instead of voicing this, you cried out in pleasure instead.  His tongue was now stroking at your clit fervently.  Occasionally, he would tongue down to your dripping hole and fuck you with his strong tongue, stroking the walls sweetly.

“So perfect, laid out for me like this,” he paused from his worship at the altar of your body to kiss at your stomach again.  “Wish I could see you like this every day.”

Fuck.  That one hurt.  You squeezed your eyes tight, determined not to cry while being pleasured by the only man you wanted to be within you.

He didn’t notice your distress, too minute to catch, and continued his monologue to your body.  

“You taste so sweet, like cream.  I could stay here for hours,” he punctuated with a kiss to your clit again and caressed the bud for a few moments.  “I want to bottle you and drink it.”

Taehyung was good with his words, too good.  Often, you found your steel will dissolving at his words, and you’d float on prose to a world where you could love him, all of him, always.  

At your gasping, Taehyung knew it was time to dive home and grant you your first release.  He dipped his head back down and sucked at your clit, lathing the appendage with his tongue with the pressure that made your thighs quake.  He brought a hand to your cunt, teasing the slit to moisten the long digits, before sliding them inside you.  He thought the act would cause him to cum, finding it more erotic than the actual act of fucking.  

He proved his devotion to your pussy, to your body, with long stripes of his tongue and forceful thrusts of his fingers.  You slicked his fingers completely, and he slid his tongue on the length to taste you.  It drove him wild, the scent and taste of your arousal for him.  

Your first orgasm of the night was quickly approaching; Taehyung was merciless in his pursuit.  He fondled and glossed his tongue on your clit, adjusting the pressure and speed according to the gasps and sighs escaping you.  

“I want you to cum for me, my love,” he ordered with no sense of danger in his tone.  “Cum for me and let me taste you.”

Your orgasm was blazing towards you like a wildfire.  You could feel the licking flames of heat surround you, singeing every fiber and nerve of your being, before completely consuming you.

Taehyung fucked you through your release, relishing in the squeeze of your walls on his fingers and the way your clit trembled in his lips.  Your legs shook, and he steadied a hand on one to soothe you back to homeostasis.  He moved his lips down to lap at your twitching center, lapping up the juices that slathered his fingers and dripped down your nether lips.

“My, what a pretty orgasm,” he cooed, kitten licking your oversensitive cunt.  “I never want to stop eating you.”

You squeaked as he licked along your overworked clit; the sensation causing your thighs to shake involuntarily.  

“Too much,” you cried.  “Need a minute. Please, Tae.”

“Mmm, only because you came so sweet for me,” he acquiesced.  “Would you like to suck my cock? I know how much you love it.”

You sat up quickly and nodded, too eager for your comfort, but found yourself uncaring in the haze of your release.

“Please!”

He chuckled, kissing at your cunt again and promising it to be back soon, before maneuvering beside you on the pillows.  You attempted to move away, to slide down to his waist, but he gripped you tight for a moment.

“Kiss me?” He asked, as if scared you would say no.

His lips tasted like you, and of him.  It tasted of the two of you together, a couple that will never be.  It turned you on as much as it broke your heart.  You pressed against him wantonly, desperate to push away the sadness and revel in the ecstasy of his body and his lips.

He pulled away and smiled at you from his place amongst the pillows, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“My girl,” he sighed. “All mine.”

Your heart clenched, stomach dropped.  

It wasn’t fair.  You knew it wasn’t fair to you, but you leapt at the chance to be with him.  You ignored the sirens in your head, always warning you of immediate danger and to turn back before it’s too late.

His face was gentle, loving.  He was looking at you as if you truly were all his, nothing but his.  And in reality, you were.  You no longer sought the company of other men.  You waited.  And waited.  And waited. For that single “can I see you?” text that came semi annually at best.

It was pathetic, really.  You’d love to find yourself in between the sheets of someone, anyone who wasn’t Taehyung, but the thought made you nauseated.  As if you were cheating on him. Cheating on someone who never loved you.

You kissed him one last time, knowing if you lingered you’d speak something that you’d regret, before sliding down his body. He was fully clothed, tight jeans and a button-down shirt.  You made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off his body to marvel at the toned muscle underneath.  His full-time work kept him active, dancing and singing under a million lights for a million fans.  Your hands traced the lines of his obliques, his navel, his pecs.  He felt like satin. He felt like sin.

“Ahhh, so warm,” he smiled as his eyes shut.  “Love your warm hands.” Taehyung spoke with no filter in bed, voicing every thought that came his mind.  You weren’t sure if you loved or hated it.

You worked on his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zip.  His cock pressed up against his tight Calvin boxers, a wet tip where his head sat.  Your mouth watered.  

The jeans quickly dispersed from his body and you pulled his underwear down slowly, tantalizingly.  It was as if you were unwrapping a birthday gift, one you had wanted and waited for all year.  His cock sprung forward, thick and heavy and straining.  He hissed his approval at the freedom.

His cock dwarfed your hand.  It was huge, you couldn’t fist a grip around it whole.  You knew the moment you first had him, so long ago, that anyone else wouldn’t compare.  He ruined you from the start.

“Fuck,” he groaned, losing a piece of his elegance.  You simpered at the notion that maybe, just maybe, you affected him as much as he affected you.

You started a slow and languid pace with your fist, rubbing his satiny length with adoration.  You loved the way it felt in your hands, the slight pull of the skin as your hand ran up and down.  Taehyung moaned in such a way that you knew he agreed with you.

Aching to taste, you pressed forward and licked at the tip, before trailing your tongue just to the underside of the crown of his bulbous head.  You licked at the slight pinch of skin there, knowing the spot was a hairpin trigger for the male underneath you.

“FUCK!” He gasped.  You smirked, knowing you were right.

It didn’t take long for slow, gentle licks and kisses to turn into long passes and brushes along his length with your tongue, then deep, gagging inhalations of his cock in your throat.  Your head bobbed, a fist working in time with your mouth to allow him to feel the sensation along his entire length.  He cried out his satisfaction, loud enough you thought the neighbors might complain.

“Yes, baby, fuck! Yes! You suck my cock so well,” he couldn’t stop complimenting you, couldn’t quit letting those damned words escape him.  “God, I fucking love it.”

You wanted to keep going, mouth begging to bob up and down until he exploded on your tongue and down your throat.  But Taehyung resisted, pulling your head up with a hand under your chin.  He clicked his tongue at you, attempting to move back towards him. 

“Ah, ah, little one.  I only want to cum inside of you tonight.”

It was impossible to fight back, to interrupt at all, because Tae quickly sat up and turned you around, pressing you into the spot he laid previously.

“This perfect, little cunt is all I dream about,” he sighed, rubbing the head of his cock on your aching, dripping core.  

You couldn’t stop the whimper escaping, heart grasping at his words, and cunt clenching for his cock.  Did he know what he did to you?  Did he know that every sestina he uttered tattooed itself on your heart?

His eyes peered into yours, seemingly into the depths of your soul, as he slowly sheathed his cock inside you.  A gasp dissipated from your chest, eyes rolling back into their sockets at the sense of him filling you, completing you, consuming you.

His eyes held so much within them, you noticed as he started a slow pace.  You gripped his forearms and moved your hips with him, meeting him in the center where he was inside to the hilt.  His eyes spoke volumes he would never say out loud.  He looked at you as if you were the center of his universe.  You were sure yours spoke to him you never wanted him to let you go.

“You’re my everything,” he whispered, choking on the emotion laced within his utterance.  

The whimper leaving you was enough reply, eyes welling up with unshed tears.

He kissed at your eyelids, pressing his lips to the tears threatening to spill.  “Shh,” he spoke. He didn’t need to say anything else, knew it would be useless.

He pushed his hips further, picking up a pace now.  His eyes never left yours, scanning your entire face to commit it to memory.  He didn’t want to forget the way you looked at him, unabashed and unwavering in your love for him.  

He wished he could give it back to you.  

His cock stretched your pussy deliciously, a slight burn that melted into a low flame that tingled.  He slipped in and out of you with ease, your tight heat so soaked it was almost laughable. Had it been anyone else, you might have laughed at your wanton display.  Had it been anyone else, it would feel less symbolic.  Both your heart and your cunt eagerly open, waiting, desperate for him. 

His thrusts became harder, faster.  His cock head threatened to bruise your cervix with the severity of your coupling.  You didn’t care if it hurt to walk the next day.  The bruising and pain inside you reminded you he had once been there.  

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, closing his eyes to relish in the feel of you. “Fuck, yes so fucking good around my cock.”

You murmured your agreement, low and gentle moans that encouraged him to continue his plight.  

“I want to be inside you forever, fuck fuck fuck,” he was gasping now, clearly coming to the end of his rope.

“Please, don’t leave me,” it left you before you caught it.  Your eyes widened in fear, terrified to allow yourself to expose your vulnerability.  He stared back at you with wonder, a tinge of sadness, a beat too long to reply convincingly.

“Never,” he reassured. “You’re mine, all mine.”

The power in his thrusts increased tenfold; you were shocked at his ability to continue to ramp up further and further, never reaching a threshold.  Your cunt was soaked, the wet slap and slick squelching as he powered through you mercilessly.  His thumb found your clit, rubbing the bud back to a roaring life.

You cried at the sensation, feeling as if you could claw your way out of your body from sheer pleasure alone.  You screamed his name, ignoring the loud bangs on the other side of the wall from furious neighbors.  You didn’t care who heard you, who saw you.  They were witnessing the culmination of years of love, pent-up desire and pining.  You wished you could film it, not to get off to it another day, but to watch the exact moment that Tae recognized he loved you as much as you loved him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he grunted. “I love you so fucking much, fuck. You’re so fucking tight.”

All sound left you, the only thing you could hear was the roaring of blood rushing, the slap of his balls against your ass, and his whispers of undying, unerring devotion to you.  He loved you.  He loved you.

“I love you, Taehyunnnnnng!” you caught your words in a scream of ecstasy, his thumb working impossibly faster on the nub to bring you to completion. “Fuck! Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

It was there, so close, so fucking close. It was dangling in front of you by a threat, one snap and it would be free.   Taehyung chased after it relentlessly, unwilling to let it slip away.  He fucked you thoroughly, hips colliding into yours hard enough to bruise, thumb rubbing your clit in a frenzy.  He needed to see you cum around him, needed the satisfaction of wrenching those orgasmic sobs and convulsions out of you. Chasing, running, hunting the last bit, holding you together until it finally, blissfully broke.

You plunged off the edge and into pools of euphoria.

Taehyung’s name was the only word you could speak, cry.  Your cunt contracted wildly, squeezing the life from his cock in a way only you could. It was if your walls were molded to him, clenching down on the spots that sent him surging towards his own end.

“Gonna cum inside you, babe, fuck fuck,” he whined. “Can’t wait to fill you up.”

It felt as if your walls would flutter around his cock forever, never allowing him respite from the ecstatic pulsing around his cock.  His orgasm brought him to his knees, crying at the sensation of unloading himself into your hot, willing womb. 

He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to pull out and feel void of the warmth surrounding him.

Your body heaved, attempting to catch your breath from the earth shattering orgasm that Taehyung coaxed out of you with his cock.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he caught his own breath, cock softening inside you.  You didn’t want him to pull away from you.  The void that replaced him was bigger than his cock.  It emptied your entire being.

Your eyes drooped and Tae reached up to push sweaty hair out of your face and kiss you delicately.  

“I love you,” he whispered and reassured. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, begging him with your actions to stay, please don’t fucking leave.  He relented and pulled you into him in his arms on the bed, snuggled into him with his cock still fit inside your spent walls.

“I don’t want you to leave.” 

“I won’t leave you, baby.  Ever.”

Sleep overtook you as Taehyung whispered sweet harmonies of his affection into your ear, a hand gently rubbing down your back.  

The bed was cold when you awoke, cold where a body once had laid beside you, within you.  Your eyes peeled open and confirmed your ugly suspicions that you were alone in the room.

The lump in your throat grew to a boulder.  He left. He promised he wouldn’t leave.  He told you he loved you.  He slept with you, within you, next to you.  

A slip of paper laid on the dingy motel pillow, where his regal head once laid.  Your trembling hands grasped it, and you recognized the succinct and precise handwriting.

‘My sweet, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stay long.  I have to be in Taiwan by this evening.  Please do not mistake my leaving for anything.  I love you. I long for you.  I’ll call you when I can see you again.’

You whimpered at his words, feeling nothing but shame and regret.  Your heart, already so weak, tripped over itself, and crashed into your chest. 

You had gotten your hopes up, after working so hard to protect it from the inevitable.

You crumpled the note and threw it against the wall.

There was no use keeping it. 

There was a stack of handwritten notes in your apartment, each with the same handwriting and same sweet enraptured tenderness dripping from the paper, and never any intention to follow through.

You dressed, and gathered your few items, and left the room.  All resolve crumbled, broken.

You glanced back at the door of room 104, the room Taehyung told you he loved you.

You suddenly understood how the room, itself, must feel.

Tired, worn, used.  

Vacant.

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[justjessame]

Home Sweet Home Chapter 4

I could hear the lyrical sound of Aria’s giggles ringing from the kitchen as I came down the stairs barely twenty minutes after Harvey had taken her downstairs to get breakfast started.  The scent of vanilla and cinnamon mingled with the sweeter fragrance of maple syrup warned me of a sticky welcome waiting for me in the form of French toast and a happier toddler.  

Sure enough, she was in her booster seat with what I felt certain was her second piece of perfectly made, just messy enough breakfast bordering on dessert with a far jollier disposition than what she left me with upstairs.  

“Mama, look,” she waved her fork, holding a piece of her toast and I bit my lip, hoping that she’d stabbed it tight enough to keep it in place until she got it to her mouth.  Either my prayer, or her will to keep every piece for herself was strong, because it made it to its proper end and her grin was infectious.  

Smiling, I moved closer and leaned over to rub my nose against hers, pleased to see it was still free of sugar and goop.  “You’re gonna be so hyper and ready to play with Grandma,” I murmured, pulling back as Harvey’s body molded into mine to helpfully place my plate on the table beside Aria’s before he joined his two girls.  “I’m sure Daddy wanted to make sure you two had so much fun, that’s why he picked French toast.”  Our eyes met over our little girl’s head and his were twinkling with the mischievousness that told me I was correct.  “I’m surprised you didn’t think to add powdered sugar for an extra kick,” shaking my head I took a sip from my juice before skipping the syrup and adding just a bit of butter to my slice.  

“Considered it,” Harvey admitted, making me giggle.  “Thought it might be pushing it just a bit.”  His nose crinkled and that did it, the giggle grew and Aria, not quite sure what was so damn funny went with it and joined my laughter.  

Breakfast with the three of us wasn’t all that rare, but after what Harvey had dealt with in Chicago, we lingered a bit longer.  I lingered longer, needing the reassurance that we were still alright.  That he was real and fine.  That Aria’s daddy and my husband was - I didn’t really understand why it took this particular case to force me to face the reality of what Harvey actually did for a living, for a calling, but it was a harsh dose. 

When we heard my mom’s voice calling out, Aria had forgotten that she was sad that Grandma was coming to visit.  She forgot that Grandma coming meant less time alone with Daddy.  She clapped and was nearly as excited about her visiting as she had been about the big ‘monee’.  

The same could not be said of Harvey.  “Here we go -” his eyes closed, as if he were mentally preparing for the worst, or praying for strength and I sighed.

“There you are,” Mom said, coming into the kitchen with a grin, her eyes focused on Aria.  “There’s Grandma’s little peacock.”  She held out her arms and Aria held up her own as Mom clucked her tongue.  “I see SOMEONE thought starting out the day with copious amounts of sugar would be the best way to jump start tiny little minds.  Guess you and I are starting OUR day with a bath, Aria.”  Mom shook her head and smiled down at me once she got our little one settled in her arms.  “Today’s a regular schedule, isn’t it Everlea?”  I nodded, suddenly thinking that MAYBE Harvey was right.  “That color really looks lovely on you, sweetheart.”  I was about to remind her that Harvey was RIGHT THERE, but then she sniffed.  “I suppose that YOU are going to be underfoot today?”  She barely glanced at him, but a shift of her eyes included my husband in the conversation.  “After that mess you all made of Chicago yesterday, I’d have thought YOUR people would be on hand to clean it up.  Isn’t that what you brag about doing?  Cleaning CRAP up?”  

My eyes widened, how had I missed this?  It wasn’t even that hard to see.  Dear God.  I glanced at Harvey and his eyes were on me in a clear message of ‘told you so’.  “I get to paper push today, Evelyn.” He was being polite, and short.  “As soon as I’m done, you can head on out and me and MY girl can have Daddy and mini me time.”  

“Mimi Me time!” Aria picked up the thread and ran with it, forcing Mom’s eyebrows to try to meet in the middle.  Shit.  

“Chicago was a poo-show,” Mom was adamant that we NOT curse around Aria, and she was the poster woman for it.  Little did she know, Aria might be a parrot about most things, but we’d managed to figure out the code for how to keep her from NOT repeating THOSE words.  “Surely you’ll be up to your poo colored eyeballs in paper pushing to clean it up.”  

I was watching them lob verbal hits back and forth, because Harvey had a comeback locked and ready for her.  “Why, Evelyn, I didn’t know you paid attention to the color of my eyes.  I’m flattered.”  That damn dimple of his coming out even as he followed up with more on the likelihood of work taking all day.  “As for the paperwork?  How hard is it to write ‘big animals wrecked city, fix it, now’?  I’m not a genius, but even I can type that over and over.”  

It was like a tennis match of words, and I was in the middle of it, but my eyes managed to make a detour to the clock and I knew I had to go.  Standing up, which forced a time out, I kissed Aria first.  Telling her to be good for Grandma, let Daddy work - which got a smirk from Mom - and then I turned to Harvey.  The look in his eyes made me want to shake my head, but seeing that he was right, my mom really did have a grudge against him, for some reason had me react in a completely different way.

Instead of a nice, staid, we’ve-been-married-for-long-enough-to-be-comfortable type of goodbye kiss - I stepped up to him and when our lips met the same passion flared up that had in the shower, or the bathtub, or our bed.  If my mother wanted to freak out because Harvey had helped me create our daughter.  The same little girl she was holding and who she couldn’t spoil enough, I’d like to add.  Then this kiss would sear into her brain that the love and passion that went into making Aria still burned bright and wasn’t ending any time soon.  

“Honestly,” Mom muttered, when we finally broke apart, but our eyes were still locked on one another.  “Do you think that’s appropriate for Aria to see?”

“I’ll see you tonight,” I promised Harvey, ignoring my mother for a beat.  “We’ll continue THIS -”

The rough skin of Harvey’s thumbpad brushed the skin under my eye.  “I’m holding you to that.”  He looked like I felt like parting today felt wrong and was harder than it ever had been.  “I love you.”  

“Love you, too.”  With a sigh, I pulled away to face Mom who had let Aria down.  I guess her arms got tired.  “Yes, Mom, it’s appropriate for Aria to see that her parents love one another.  There is NOTHING wrong with a child seeing displays of affection. It’s not like we were having sex.”

Mom sniffed at me, as if our kiss - which was admittedly bordering on a makeout session in the kitchen - was far greater than a display of affection.  “You’re going to be late, Ever.”  

“It’s MY office, Mom.”  I was moving toward the door anyway.  “Thank you for coming over,” I kissed her on the cheek as I passed her.  “Be nice to him?  Please?”  

“No promises, Everlea Grace.”  Her tone wasn’t nearly as stern though, so I had hope that I’d come home to a house still standing and my family intact.

The best part about leaving my position as the attending physician in the emergency room and starting up my own practice wasn’t just that it was less stress or the shorter hours.  It was the small group of people I’d brought together to create a clinic that felt warm and comforting, while also managing to give our patients the confidence in our expertise.  

I was thankful that the day went as smoothly as I expected from a regular day, no surprises, no upheaval to my routine.  As I hung up my stethoscope after my final patient was on her way out the door, having gotten her next appointment scheduled and I double checked that I’d sent her prescriptions through to her pharmacy, I was debating whether I should call home to see if I was walking into a disaster area or if Mom and Harvey had called a truce.

“Everlea?”  I’d been grabbing my bag and keys from my office when my receptionist, Kendra, ducked her head through the door.  Looking up, she took it as an opening to continue.  “Harvey called while you were with Mrs. Callahan.”  I waited, hoping it was something benign, and not a call telling me he was off to make another shitty bed.  “He wanted me to ask you to pick up a bottle of wine, whatever your mom prefers?”  She shrugged her shoulder and I nodded.

“Thanks, Kendra.”  I pulled my bag across my chest.  “I think Mark is still in Exam 3 with Mr. Randolph -”

She grinned at me.  “Yeah, it’s his monthly, so it’ll take a while to get through the list.”  Mr. Randolph did like to be thorough when he had his monthly visit.  “Don’t worry, Everlea, we’ll lock up.”

“I know you will,” I assured her.  “I just wanted to make sure I remembered.”  Shaking my head, I thought how long the past twenty-four hours seemed.  

“Hey,” my eyes met hers.  “Harvey’s practically indestructible, Everlea, and he’s home, right?”  

I sighed.  “I know, I know.”  Moving toward the door, Kendra moved with me, following behind so she could lock the entrance behind me so no one wandered in after hours.  Letting Mr. Randolph out was nothing compared to telling someone we weren’t a walk-in clinic.  “I can’t seem to shake it this time.”  

“Well,” Kendra took her time before she spoke, obviously thinking about my predicament.  “I guess, if you think about it, it was bound to happen eventually.  I mean, the stress has to compound to the point that it gets too heavy at some point, right?”  

Another sigh and I nodded.  “I guess, but I really wish it hadn’t.”  

Kendra was chuckling as I crossed over to outside.  “No one wants that kind of stress, but you and Harvey will figure it out -”

“We always do,” I supplied, my smile returning, thinking about how that was Harvey’s line.

[wavekite2]

Get A Novelty Shower Curtain And Be An Individual

The reason, I have been given by many is that, it is a waste of time to sift through those thousands of pages trying to find the best bargain. My response to this is that those who think this way are yet to discover the power of the internet. In my previous write ups, I have shared about how to compare prices from thousands of sites within a few seconds. A regular window curtain backed with a shower liner looks fancy and very rich looking. Discount stores and department stores almost always have curtain sets that are reasonably priced. Day 1 Positioning: Start the "Positioning" process by having the homeowner take an active roll in the sale of their home. A wonderful source for information is right close by: take advantage of peoples opinions. Survey friends and family about the way your home looks and feels. Ask them to write down their comments to ease any discomfort involved in critiquing your home. After all, most home owners forced to sell in this market know that it won't be easy. Put them to task to expedite the sale of their home. The days of simply putting a house on the market without any preparation and selling it in a few hours or days is long gone. Think outside the box, try not to choose those traditional bathroom rugs everyone sell. Rather try something different like a braided rug, a Sisal rug, or an oriental rug. Add a little color to your space with a nice bright semi-gloss made just for bathrooms and kitchens. These semi-gloss paints are not only easy to clean, but the ones made for your bathroom are also mold and mildew resistant.

Shower curtain sets There's some power here, but it's hard to control, so I recommend that you don't aim them directly at your actors. Bounce them off a wall or ceiling to create a nice soft light. If you want, you can put them outside windows and blast them through the openings. These lights can get hot, so be careful moving them around. I've found them as cheap as $10 and can run up to $30. (11/03 I saw an ad for Kragen Auto Parts in LA had them at $10.) https://exrain.com/ can be found with two heads that makes 1000 watts of lights. If your child prefers a jungle shaped design, then you can attach picture of a lion on the curtain and swell stickers of others animals on the walls. You can also keep some animal shaped bath toys in the bathroom. As kids love toys more than anything, he will really enjoy the bath while playing with toys. Wall decals are a great way to transform a large wall in your bathroom into your very own lily pond with frogs or just decorate around a mirror. Mirrors can be novelty frog faced or elegant copper creations. Why not use a copper tile with a relief frog formed in it as a feature within a tiled wall or hang as art. There are many different pictures of frogs that can be framed to suit your colour scheme. You are even able to customise your bathroom cupboards and drawers with tree frog drawer knobs. In your bathroom makeover you had better not neglect your toilet! The toilet seat can be customised with great artwork in the form of toilet tattoos.

[lunerbean]

Witch Tips 21

1. Schedule your spells

I've mentioned before that it's very helpful to keep a pocket day planner in your grimoire or with it. You don't have to have one, but if you choose to then it's a great place to implement this tip. Some spells take multiple days to do, you want to make sure you'll be able to do it each day. Some spells have to be done in certain moon phases, so be sure to schedule those around in the correct times. Not to mention days, hours, zodiac signs, etc can also have an impact on when you need to perform a spell. Scheduling it helps keep you organized and helps you to remember to do the ones with specific time requirements.

2. Trance gifs can help with meditation

Sometimes it's really hard to get into a trance when you need to for a spell or when you're meditating. Find a nice, calming and serene trance GIF to help you get in the zone. Make sure it matches the mood you're going for.

Bonus: You can find ones with colors that correspond with the spell you're doing.

3. Sigils don't have to only effect you

You can create and activate sigils for a multitude of reasons. I mostly see witches use them for their own needs, which of course is 1000% fine, but it's not the only choice. Put a good luck sigil on the sidewalk so everyone walking over it charges it and benefits from it. Put protection sigils in the dirt around forests to help keep them safe. Draw sigils on or under desks at school to help other people succeed in their exams. You can use your magick to make the world a little bit better.

4. Center yourself after grounding

While not entirely necessary, many witches find it greatly beneficial to center themselves after ground. Centering can realign your emotional waves and connect your body back into itself. This can be as simple as doing some grounding yoga and then meditating afterwards, that's my preferred method.

5. Make protection amulets out of your protective weapons

I don't mean to jump from a peaceful, mindful practice right into stabbing bitches, but sometimes that's just the way it goes. Unfortunately, some of the people in this world can have terrible intentions. If you're in a place where you feel like you need to carry a knife, pepper spray, knitting needles, etc to protect yourself, take it a step further by charming those objects. Put charms on them to repel ill intentions. Put wards on them to repel negative energy. Protect yourself. I care about your safety and well being.

6. Get some gloves for handling cursed objects

Whether you're cursing the objects yourself or trying to break the curse that's already placed on them, you're going to want some gloves. These can be special gloves you use just for handling cursed objects, or the gloves you use to wash dishes. Either way, be sure to cleanse them with sage smoke or crystals afterwards. You don't want the negative energy being absorbed into your body. And while sometimes you have to touch things to find out if they're cursed, it's still a good idea to put the gloves on afterwards if you continue to work with the object.

7. Be sure the crystal jewelry you wear is water safe

I don't know if this comes from the fact that I live in a rainy state or because I always forget to take my jewelry off before I shower, but water safe crystals in your jewelry is a must. You wash your hands all the time, you don't want to accidentally damage your crystal rings. You could get caught in the rain, or sweat a bunch, or jump in a snowbank, or get splashed by a wave, or forget to take them off before a shower or bath. Make sure the crystals you wear on your body are going to be safe with your lifestyle.

8. Bring your grimoire to the library and have a wonderful adventure

Libraries are so much fun!! No one cares if you just sit there for hours and hours and no one is going to bug you about writing notes. They exist for a reason. Who cares if it's not university that you're studying for, no ones even going to look twice. Grab as many witchcraft books as you want and write down anything you need in your grimoire. Your BOS is essentially made for this. It's so nice and peaceful, enjoy.

9. Tips for drying your own herbs

It's wonderful if you're able to grow your own herbs! Make sure when you're drying them for spell work, you're giving them the best treatment.

Dark areas work best

It must be a dry location or else you risk molding or spoiling the herbs

Hang them upside down with all leaves facing the same direction

Placing them in a breathable or holey paper bag can help catch anything that may fall off due to breakage and help you keep the area clean

Different herbs take different amounts of time to dry. Check on them often to see if they're ready.

10. Before casting a spell or making a potion ask yourself, "Why?"

I've talked a lot before about the importance of clarifying intentions and having a clear head when doing magick. But this time, I'd like to talk about something else that loosely relates to the same topic. I recently saw a potion recipe that was supposed to get rid of scars and my first thought was, "But scars are so cool..." And then I read a little further and saw that it was also supposed to help fade moles and freckles and that really got me thinking. I have two little moles on my neck that look like a vampire bite. I used to hate them because I was taught that moles are ugly, but overtime I learned to actually really like them and genuinely think that they're cute. Looking at that potion recipe, I began to feel empathy for the people who may see that and write it down and begin the process of ridding their skin of these little "imperfections." And if you take anything from this tip, I want it to be this: Before doing anything that will effect your body, ask yourself why you're doing it. Even things you do outside of magical practices. Ask yourself why. And if the answer isn't overwhelmingly positive, then maybe reconsider what sort of spell or potion you really need to do. Do you need to vanish your scars, or do you need to feel better about your body? Maybe there are other things that will be more effective in aiding you. Just something to consider. I care about your wellbeing and I don't want anyone to be mean to you, especially not yourself.

Thanks so much for reading my latest #10tips. As always, please send an ask my way whenever you want to say hi or ask me some questions. I'm here to help! Have a magickal day.

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Come Into the Water (1/15)

Summary: Sarah, after a mental break, gets a fresh start in a small Northwestern town with a lot of secrets. (AVA/SARAH)

Warnings: Implied past rape, semi-graphic self harm, implied depression

The first box is the easiest.

Sarah sets it down in the middle of the floor and subsequently spends a few long minutes just staring out the slider as waves crash against the shore not too far away. Far enough that the high tide won’t attack her, but close enough for nothing to obstruct her view of the rolling blue under a sky of marine layer thick like the fog over her head. Bringing the box in was easy, putting it down is easy, but she’s suddenly confronted with the fact that she is not on a vacation, as eager as her mother had been to paint it that way. She gets it, in a way. Everyone would like to believe this is just a vacation, herself included. That’s what her old therapist had said, anyways. They’re still going to call every couple weeks, but she’s supposed to be seeing someone new in town twice a week.

All the boxes in the middle are a little harder, but the hardest is the last box because it forces her to confront the fact that everything she owns fits into only six cardboard moving boxes. One of pillows and blankets. One of towels. Two of clothes. One of plates, bowls, cups and silverware. And one of books and trinkets. Six boxes contain her whole life, or at least what she’s managed to salvage of herself. Sarah just looks at the last box, not bringing it in, while the movers supply her with freshly bought furniture courtesy of her mother. A couch, a dining room table, a few chairs, a bedframe and mattress, and a dresser are put in their places. Then the movers bid her a stiff goodbye and drive off, leaving her to numbly look at the box on the front porch in front of her.

In theory, it’s easy. Pick up the box. Carry it inside. Put it next to the others. It’s a little heavy, but nothing she can’t handle, in all honesty. She’d managed to build some muscle a few months ago, and while it’s begun to wither away, she’s still more than capable of carrying in the box. All she has to do is pick it up. Pick it up. Pick it up. Her hands are in her hair, pulling but not hard, yet. Eyes shut. The weight of her body is too heavy on her feet. Sinking into the concrete porch. Pick up the box. She just has to pick up the box. But instead, she thinks she might be crying. Wasn’t this supposed to be over?

The next thing she knows, she’s sitting on top of the box, pulling absentmindedly at the bandages on her forearm. However, absentmindedly has an implication of something peaceful. Habitual and familiar, absentmindedness is pleasant the way so many talk about it. A forgetful college professor rushing into class, a mother spreading peanut butter on her phone, a kid scuffing his shoe on the pavement. This is a different absentminded, the way her fingers dig into the edge of the white gauze and pull at it with fervor. But it’s still absent, still unintentional and without the awareness with which she has taken to approaching a great amount of her life lately.

She finds herself watching the sun fall into the horizon over the waves, and scours her mind for when she got here. It was morning, she thinks. The sun was low in the sky, the fog still drooling onto the land from the restless waves. Now the day has escaped her, and she’s torn open the first layer of bandages on her arm. For this very reason, there are three or four layers of spirals before her skin.

“Sorry to interrupt, but you’ve been sitting there all day.”

Several things happen in the span of one second; Sarah’s heart skips a beat, her hand tenses on the bandages and rips another layer, her feet skid on the pavement in her effort to get up, and she bursts into frustrated tears. It’s too fast, or perhaps simply feels that way to her because the world has gone too fast lately. Breathing is a chore, the only one she seems capable of handling today, and for a few labored breaths, she stares at the stranger in front of her, a kind woman with rich brown skin, downturned eyes, and a low ponytail. She’s the sort of woman Sarah would like to trust.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the woman says. She extends a hand tentatively, the way one holds a hand to a dog to sniff before they try to pet it. “I’m Maggie, I live next door.”

“Sarah.”

With a deep breath, Sarah forces herself to shake Maggie’s hand. Her voice is as sweet as the caring expression on her face, one of a woman who has spent a lifetime looking after others. A nurse, or a daycare worker, or someone like that. Someone good. It would be so nice to know someone good instead of cutthroat, but the fear is there. She’s sizing Maggie up, she realizes. Trying to decide if she’d be able to overpower Sarah if she really wanted to. It’s a bad habit she’s supposed to be getting out of.

“Let me carry that in for you, and if you want, I’ve got leftovers in my fridge. We can eat together, or you can just take them. You could use them.”

Maggie picks up Sarah’s box, carries it inside, and sets it with the others. Heat sears into Sarah’s cheeks because she knows how it looks. Six measly boxes. Each labeled in neat handwriting, revealing how little of herself remains. She had been more, she thinks, at some point. But a lot of her died in an office packed with books and journals and photos of a daughter who had made it into the world. She is empty now. Her thumb digs into the center of her bandages. It doesn’t hurt, but she’d like it to.

“About dinner-”

“Thank you, but I really-  I can’t. Maybe another time?”

“Another time,” Maggie agrees. Her eyes trace Sarah’s face too closely. She wants to die on the spot just so Maggie will stop looking. “If you ever need anything, I’m just to the left, so don’t hesitate to come over. And if I’m not home, my wife probably is.”

“Okay.” 

With that, Maggie lets herself out and shuts the door gently, once again leaving Sarah alone surrounded by her miniscule life and furniture she didn’t pick out. She looks around the space and finds herself drawn to the slider again. Darkness edges in above the horizon, and she scrambles forward to close the cheap plastic blinds. They’re not perfect, but they block the window so no one can see in. She gets the kitchen window too and finds the switch for the light in the dining room, one of the only ones the house came with. It allows her the light she needs to tear open the towel box and grab one, a soft bath towel in a forgiving dark red. As of yet, she hasn’t gotten any soap or shampoo, a tooth brush, anything. But she goes to the bathroom anyways and spends a good five minutes figuring out how to turn on the shower and get the hot water she craves going. The crumpled towel earns a home on the toilet seat as she all but tears off her clothing. No laundry hamper yet, either. That’s fine. 

The hardest part of this is taking off her bandages to prevent them from being soaked and contracting an infestation of mildew or worse. She doesn’t want to look as she unwinds the cause and peels up the cotton pads, which join her clothes on the floor in a mess Sarah just doesn’t have the energy to deal with right now. 

Somehow, she’s staring at it. Most of her arm is healed, a splatter of dark pink skin that has scarred, but there’s plenty only beginning to scab from her most recent attack, if that’s what one were to call it. She doesn’t mean to, but when she’s anxious, caught in her head, upset, existing- she finds her right fingernails digging into the tender skin of her left inner forearm. Cutting her fingernails short, wrapping herself in bandages to protect her arm and its scabs, they’re supposed to help. 

She looks at the scabs for a long time before dragging herself into the water and letting it wash over her like it’s washing away her pain. The coating of school and stale white walls melt off of her, spiral down the drain, mesh together to remind her exactly what forced her into this otherwise quaint little cottage. It would be a nice home, had she picked it herself and come voluntarily. Perhaps she’d put art or photos on the walls, which would be painted a warmer color than the current murky dark green-grey-blue. 

When the water soaks through her curls to drizzle over her scalp, she comes back to herself.  As much as she can nowadays, anyways. There’s a thin layer of plastic sheeting between her mind and body, and no matter how hard she tries to break it, it stands impenetrable. Sarah wonders if it’s for the best. It protects her, at any rate. She’s better off on this side of the barrier, she tells herself, and turns off the water. Going out, she isn’t any cleaner; she didn’t wash her body or her hair- which isn’t even totally wet yet. 

Sarah wraps the towel around her, more as a blanket than anything to actually dry herself off. It’s soft, comforting around her. She checks, as she drags her exhausted body into the main area, that all the windows are covered so that anyone walking by can’t see her. So he can’t see her. Sometimes, invisibility feels like the safest thing in the world and she needs more of it than she could ever have.

She lays down on the floor, surrounded by her boxes, although she knows come morning she’ll regret it. It’s only fitting. Regret is the main emotion she deals with nowadays, when she manages to feel anything at all. Her eyes lock onto a little crack where the wall meets the trimming, thin and probably in danger of mold when she’s this close to the ocean. Her mother had said something about keeping the house aired out, but Sarah hasn’t listened to her in quite some time.

By the time she falls asleep, orange has begun to disrupt the sky outside.

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