#Hawaiian Full Body Massage

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Fluff Nagumo (sakamoto days) x GN reader!! It could be about anything Idc as long as it’s fluff!! Include nsfw in the end if you would like too I don’t mind 🫶

✧ nagumo as your boyfriend

◜ ⟣𓂃 hey anonn :3 sorry for the hold up i've been suffering writer's block for like months and shit & i decided it’s the best for me to do like a little headcanon thing cuz like tbh i don’t think i could write a full fic tho 🫡 also the nsfw part is lacking at best because i genuinely still do not KNOW how to WRITE for NAGUMO!!! WHY OH WHY!!!! anyway i hope it caters to you. xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : nsfw content, gender neutral reader (genitalia is not mentioned only your chest and your butt KEK) obsessive behavior mayhaps? ➜ ┊ pairings: nagumo x reader

♯┆SFW .ᐟ ★

he's such a wonderful bf *sigh*

he's also quite a teaser ngl, i think he blows on your neck a lot and when you flinch and glare at him he always has a shit-eating grin.

quite overprotective of you, even if you're literally extremely muscular and can literally bodyslam someone, he cannot BEAR the sight of you getting a small scratch on your face. or you getting into a fight

he's also a drama king

"oh hey nagumo...uhh what're you doing...?"

"applying rubbing alcohol on your face duh, who did this to you?? >:("

"what're you talking about...oh."

"oh?"

"heh...um that was me. i did that. i was...ripping a candy bag open. with my teeth. and the sharp part...cut my face." *insert mlp squee sound*

"..."

he's still going to thoroughly disinfect it and check on it everyday until it's gone. what a king!

he's very handsy, so you will find his hand SOMEWHERE on your part of your body.

you get so used to it you don't even notice.

if you ever sleep together, he always has both of his arms wrapped around you and whenever you wake up in the morning, you feel a puddle of drool in your hair. like always.

when he's sitting down next to you he always has the habit of grabbing your nearest hand and massaging your phalanges. or just intertwining and detangling your fingers with his.

also has the habit of just staring at you for no reason

it's like when you accidentally hold eye contact or stare at a person while your zoning out

except for his case he does it intentionally.

quite possessive of you, in some cases it can be unhealthy. also a bit jealous. (i might go on with this in a ramble if i could)

always offers his frumpy looking jackets and hawaiian shirts for you to wear

and you do because...who tf wouldnt lol

and when you do wear them he melts a little

trace his tattoos with your fingers!!! he finds that gesture slightly intimate

also you two have a game where every year for his birthday you pick out the dumbest tattoo design and make him get it

last year it was a badly drawn dick with two circles and a long oval lol

♯┆NSFW .ᐟ ★

i think he's personally an ass/thigh man

he's always finding a way to sneakily grope them in public settings

speaking of that he probably likes public risky sex (what a freak literally)

the thought of you and him getting off in the back of some janitor's closet or something like that with the door unlocked will get him hard ngl

he also probably has a size kink

AND this might be an unpopular opinion BUT i personally think that he would want to explore pegging

but you didn't hear that from me........................

he would think about asking you about it time to time but he won't personally act on it because it's not something he wants to experience it yet

(sorry)

dick size is kind of around 5 or 6 inches when hard probably and it's not very girthy i will not lie 🙅but it hits all the right spots i guess so yass?

he likes bondage, but wants to see you tied up most of the time :3

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 04.12.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

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I want to cuck stepdad!Joel with thighs out!Joel and show him what a real daddy is like 😎 stepdad can finish in his pants and then go make thighs out and I a snack 😋

Cucking Stepdad with another Joel

700 / thighs out!joel x f!reader, cucking stepdad!joel

Yessssss. This cuckspiration struck at just the right time, so I'm gonna do something unusual and have a scene with two joels. Ft. Stepdad Joel, who notoriously refuses to fuck you despite you torturing him and is also unfairly possessive. Thighs Out Joel, who's a really good time and your boyfriend's dad, but we'll pretend you don't know him in this timeline.

I8+ public unsafe P in V, cucking, talking. unedited

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You're on vacation and get to talking to Thighs Out at the poolside tiki bar. Stepdad barges in and introduces himself and you immediately say he's your stepdad. so even if he picks up on the vibe, thighs out has plausible cucking deniability. A little later, thighs out casually sits down in a poolside deck chair next to you while you're putting on lotion even though the sun is setting, and he just shamelessly watches your hands glide over your body, his eyebrows raising over his sunglasses. Your eyes are drifting to his chest and the gold chain under his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.

He catches you checking him out, and you look away but he's like "hey, hey, no harm in lookin'," as he further unbuttons his shirt. Then he lowers his voice and adds, "no harm in touchin' either, baby." Then leans back in the deck chair next to you and adjusts himself and you smile to yourself as you open your book. His foot comes over onto your deck chair and nudges yours. You don't move your foot and even lean into his, still looking at your book, curious about his next move. It's just the two of you at the pool.

Stepdad can't take it anymore so he comes up and claims that was his seat. Thighs out is like "no problem, buddy. I was about to go for a swim." You get in the pool with your book, facing stepdad who's now laying out on the deck chair. You're in a relatively shallow area so the wall comes up below your breasts. Thighs out comes up behind you and his fingers lightly graze your swimsuit line where it meets your ass. You take a deep breath then he puts his hands on your hips and presses himself against you and murmurs "whatcha readin'." And you're like "don't remember" and he's like "yeah I bet" as he pushes his hips forward and you feel him harden against your ass.

Thighs out slowly, carefully loosens your swimsuit bottom and reaches around front to touch you. He whispers. "Want some privacy?" And you shake your head no. He's always DTC, so he's like "woo, that's my girl" as he pushes a finger into you underwater. Meanwhile, you keep your face pointed toward your book but look up through your shades to see stepdad scowling but also aroused. He adjusts his shorts and pretends to look away.

Thighs nibbles at your neck then his teeth find their way to the halter tie of your suit and he undoes it, letting your tits fall out on full display for stepdad. Thighs quickly wraps an arm around you so he has one tit under his forearm and one in his palm, massaging it. Then with his other hand, he pulls down his swim trunks and spreads your thighs. "Mmm," he hums as you tilt your hips for him. His voice is hushed. "Yeah, just like that."

His tip nudges your entrance and your mouth falls open. Stepdad is beside himself. Squirming, beet red, shifting in his seat. Glowering. "For gods sake," stepdad grumbles to himself. Then Thighs shoves his cock into you. You gasp and your body jump upwards just a bit, but he pulls you down on him with his arm and you can't help but moan at the stretch.

"fuck yeah," Thighs Out sighs after bottoming out. "Knew I liked your energy." He rails you against the side of the pool, groping your breasts, then lets go of them so he can touch your clit and rub your thighs. "ohh, you're so damn hot, baby." Your breasts jiggle for stepdad's viewing pleasure while thighs out gives it to you good. Stepdad moans audibly and you look up to see him rubbing himself over his swim trunks. You tell thighs "don't worry about him," so he keeps fucking you, grunting.

"God damn, you feel good." Stepdad can only imagine. "Tight n' juicy."

You're like, "Fuck me daddy" and Stepdad is dying on the inside.

The sun's out of the picture so you put your shades up on your head when you're about to come. You look stepdad dead in the eyes and all three of you come at the same time. Stepdad in his shorts, thighs out inside you, and you all over thighs out's cock 🫠

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DTC = Down to cuck

Thank you for reading!! 🖤 I don't normally do crossovers so don't take it personally if you've wanted or want one and I don't (you can always ask whatever but there's a good chance it won't get answered). This one just happened to explode out of my fingers. Love you guys and appreciate you.

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EDIT: halloween anon has continued this: joelkémon what if, pt. 2

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Embracing Harmony: The Healing Power of Lomi Lomi Massage"

Description: Dive into the heart of Hawaiian healing with this enlightening post on Lomi Lomi massage. Discover how this ancient practice harmonizes the body, mind, and spirit, offering benefits that extend far beyond the massage table. Learn about the unique techniques that set Lomi Lomi apart and how its holistic approach can promote deep relaxation, detoxification, and a renewed sense of balance.

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Sculpting the Perfect You: Exploring Body Sculpting Oahu

Introduction

In the picturesque islands of Hawaii, Oahu stands out as a hub of natural beauty and vibrant culture. For those seeking to enhance their physical appearance and wellness, Oahu offers an array of body sculpting options that combine modern techniques with a backdrop of stunning landscapes. Whether you're a local resident or planning a visit, this blog will delve into the world of body sculpting in Oahu, from traditional practices to innovative technologies that can help you achieve the perfect version of yourself.

The Natural Paradise

Oahu is known for its diverse landscapes, ranging from lush rainforests to pristine beaches, making it an ideal location for those looking to enhance their well-being and appearance. The island's natural beauty can be a motivating factor for many individuals who wish to feel confident and comfortable in their own skin.

Traditional Practices: Hula and Health

Hula, the traditional dance of Hawaii, is not only an art form but also a physical practice that has been in existence for centuries. Engaging in hula can be a wonderful way to sculpt your body while immersing yourself in Hawaiian culture. The dance is a full-body workout that enhances balance, flexibility, and muscle tone. Many hula schools and cultural centers offer classes and workshops for enthusiasts of all ages and skill levels.

Oahu also boasts a rich tradition of holistic wellness, including lomilomi massage and herbal medicine. Lomilomi is a unique Hawaiian massage that combines physical and spiritual elements, focusing on muscle relaxation and improving circulation. Local practitioners offer therapeutic sessions that can help detoxify and rejuvenate the body, contributing to overall well-being and body sculpting.

Innovative Technologies

For those who prefer more modern approaches to body sculpting, Oahu provides access to state-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge techniques. Some of the popular methods include:

CoolSculpting: This non-invasive procedure uses controlled cooling to target and eliminate fat cells. It's particularly effective for individuals looking to remove stubborn pockets of fat that resist diet and exercise.

Liposuction: While more invasive, liposuction remains a popular choice for body contouring. Advanced techniques, such as laser-assisted liposuction, offer quicker recovery times and less discomfort.

Ultherapy: This non-surgical treatment utilizes ultrasound technology to tighten and lift the skin on the face and neck. It's an excellent option for individuals seeking facial rejuvenation without invasive surgery.

Body Sculpting Workouts: Oahu is home to various fitness studios and personal trainers who offer specialized workouts to help you achieve your desired physique. Whether you're interested in strength training, Pilates, or yoga, you'll find a range of classes to support your body sculpting goals.

Choosing the Right Approach

Deciding on the best body sculpting Oahu largely depends on your personal goals, preferences, and budget. While non-invasive treatments like CoolSculpting and Ultherapy may be appealing for their minimal downtime, some individuals may prefer the cultural and holistic aspects of hula and lomilomi. It's essential to consult with professionals in the field who can guide you toward the most suitable option based on your individual needs.

Conclusion

Oahu, with its natural beauty and rich cultural heritage, provides an ideal backdrop for body sculpting and wellness endeavors. Whether you prefer the traditional practices rooted in Hawaiian culture or opt for the latest technological advancements, Oahu has something to offer everyone on their journey to achieve the perfect version of themselves. Remember, the key to successful body sculpting is to choose a method that aligns with your goals and resonates with your personal lifestyle and values. So, whether you dance the hula or try cutting-edge techniques, Oahu offers a unique and rejuvenating experience that can help you sculpt the body you've always desired.

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Indulge in These 5 Types of Luxury Massage Etobicoke for Couples

Luxury massage Etobicoke for couples are a perfect way to unwind, rejuvenate, and reconnect with your partner. These intimate experiences can help you deepen your bond, relax your body, and nourish your soul. With a myriad of options available, we have narrowed down the list to the top 5 types of luxury massages for couples to indulge in. Treat yourself and your loved one to a unique and unforgettable experience by trying one, or all, of these exceptional massages.

Couples Hot Stone Massage

Couples Hot Stone Massage is an excellent choice for those looking to indulge in a luxurious and deeply relaxing treatment. This type of massage involves placing warm, smooth stones at strategic points on your body to release tension, improve blood circulation, and promote deep relaxation. Your skilled therapist will then perform a combination of Swedish and deep tissue massage techniques, using the heated stones to further enhance the therapeutic experience. Couples Hot Stone Massage is perfect for relieving stress and promoting a sense of harmony between you and your partner.

Aromatherapy Couples Massage

An Aromatherapy Couples Massage Etobicoke provides a sensual and aromatic experience for both you and your partner. This type of massage incorporates the use of essential oils extracted from plants, flowers, and herbs, which are known for their therapeutic properties. Your therapist will customize a blend of essential oils based on your individual needs and preferences, using them throughout the massage to create a personalized and immersive experience. Inhaling these natural aromas can help reduce stress, boost mood, and promote overall well-being, making this a fantastic choice for couples looking to reconnect on a deeper level.

Thai Massage for Couples

Thai Massage for Couples is a unique and invigorating option for those who prefer a more active approach to relaxation. This ancient technique combines elements of yoga, acupressure, and deep tissue massage to stretch, compress, and stimulate the body's energy lines. You and your partner will wear loose, comfortable clothing and be guided through a series of assisted stretches and manipulations by your therapists. This dynamic and interactive massage experience can help to improve flexibility, increase circulation, and release tension, leaving you both feeling revitalized and refreshed.

Four-Handed Massage for Couples

For those seeking the ultimate indulgence, the Four-Handed Massage for Couples offers an unparalleled experience. This luxurious treatment involves two therapists working in perfect synchrony to perform a full-body massage on each partner simultaneously. With four hands expertly gliding over your body, it's nearly impossible to focus on any one sensation, allowing you both to fully surrender to the experience. The Four-Handed Massage is ideal for couples who want to share an extraordinary and unforgettable moment of relaxation and connection.

LomiLomi Couples Massage

Originating from the Hawaiian Islands, LomiLomi Couples Massage is a unique and spiritual experience that combines elements of massage, meditation, and energy healing. LomiLomi, which translates to "loving hands," is a deeply nurturing treatment that involves long, flowing strokes, gentle stretches, and joint rotations. Your therapists will use their hands, forearms, and elbows to release tension and create a sense of balance and harmony within your body. This sacred massage experience can help to deepen your connection with your partner and create a profound sense of peace and well-being.

Conclusion: Luxury massage Etobicoke for couples offer an exceptional opportunity to reconnect with your partner while indulging in a blissful and therapeutic experience. Whether you choose the soothing warmth of a hot stone massage, the aromatic embrace of an aromatherapy massage, or the invigorating stretches of a Thaai massage

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What is Lomi Lomi Massage?

Lomi Lomi Massage, Generally speaking, the Lomi Lomi massage is a Polynesian method of kneading massage. It is a type of massage that has overtones of indigenous religious beliefs. It is performed by kneading the muscles of the body to help the body work in and out like the paws of a contented cat.

What is Lomi Lomi Massage?

A traditional Hawaiian massage method known as "Lomi Lomi" attempts to promote both physical and mental relaxation as well as the restoration of balance and harmony inside the body. It involves long, flowing strokes covering the entire body, using the forearms, palms, and fingers to pressure the muscles. Lomi Lomi massage also incorporates elements of spiritual healing and energy work, with the practitioner using their intuition to guide the treatment. It is believed that Lomi Lomi massage helps to release tension, increase circulation, and promote lymphatic flow, among other benefits.

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Sick and tired of busy perform schedules? Want to flee from the many tensions and need some me time? Then you definately are on the proper monitor. You just have to have a calming spa therapeutic massage To alleviate your tensions and restore your intellect and soul. Mumbai beauty spas give calming and comforting spa massages in a acceptable Value for the two Gentlemen and women. Beauty spa pros are highly experienced, effectively-experienced, and perfectly-dressed. They offer great spa companies and make The shoppers come to feel peaceful and unwind entirely.

Here's a list of the services furnished by the Mumbai natural beauty spas:

1- Deep Tissue Massage

Deep tissue therapeutic massage mostly targets the further layers in the muscles and encompassing tissues. People who have Continual back again soreness and other people with sports activities accidents normally pick out deep tissue therapeutic massage. This massage relaxes the muscles, lessens back discomfort, and increases blood move. The duration of this massage might be sixty-90 mts.

2- Couple Massage

These pair massages are popularly identified as "intimate pair massages." They may be quite stress-free and supply a wholesome marriage concerning the partners. The principle goal of such few massages is to give relaxation and increase affection concentrations and comfort involving the partners.

3- Therapeutic massage Balinese

This is a traditional therapeutic massage from Bali, a A part of the Indonesian island. Balinese therapeutic massage relieves anxiety, increases blood flow, relaxes strained muscles, aids in body detoxification, nourishes and provides glow and softness on the pores and skin.

4- Therapeutic massage Lomi Lomi

This lomi lomi massage is a conventional Hawaiian massage. It is a combination of therapeutic massage with aroma oils and comforting songs. This massage enhances the blood circulation, detoxifies the skin, and relieves muscle pains.

5.  Swedish therapeutic massage

This is the most common variety of therapeutic massage that includes the massaging techniques like percussion, kneading, vibrations, and so on.. It raises the human body's Power amounts and Total human body wellness too.

6.  Ayurvedic Therapeutic massage

This therapeutic massage incorporates ayurvedic drugs rules this sort of as meals, herbal solutions, and spices. And, this ayurvedic massage is executed to improve the Over-all health and to produce The body, mind, and spirit rest.

7.  Aroma therapy

Aromatherapy, also called critical oil therapy, is a kind of spa massages that employs aromatic important oils. It aims to Enhance the physical and psychological wellness of human beings.

8.  Potli therapy

This therapy or massage is especially advisable for Women of all ages who have crossed their 30’s and for those who are suffering from bone associated troubles. It aims to rejuvenate, take it easy, and simplicity the ache in the specified physique elements. 9.  Abhyanga therapeutic massage

This is the most popular and perfectly-regarded therapeutic massage in Ayurveda. It is completed making use of heat oil, which can be placed on the entire human body from scalp to toe and it aims in lessening the anxiety degrees, improving the pores and skin wellbeing, and lowering the hypertension.

10. Reflexology foot massage

Foot reflexology therapeutic massage, or foot massage, is qualified to reduce stress and ache with the proper software of strain with your foot. The many benefits of foot massage incorporate much better rest, relaxing the body muscles, battling despair, reducing blood pressure and strengthening blood circulation.

Other than the full human body spa massages mentioned previously mentioned, attractiveness spas in Mumbai also give fish pedicure, comprehensive leg massages, head, neck, and shoulder massages, etc.

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For Your Eyes Only

Male reader x BLACKPINK Jisoo

Words: 2,300

Follow up to: Your New Favorite Cocktail

To say you were excited would be an understatement. During the car ride back to BLACKPINK’s Hawaiian villa, Jennie would flash you her tits at every stop, but would refuse to do anything more to, in her words, “Save yourself for Jisoo-unnie”. 

“Wait here” Jennie tells you as the two of you walk up the steps to their villa. The excitement of indulging in Jisoo has your mind going a million thoughts per minute as you’re standing restlessly at the door waiting for whatever crazy idea Jennie and Jisoo have in store for you.

The door barely opens as Jennie peeks out her head with a huge smile on her face. “Come in, she’s ready”   

Jennie takes your hand and leads you through the villa into one of the bedrooms. Your mind was definitely not prepared for what your eyes set on: Jisoo laying on the bed with a flowery blindfold–wearing just a matching set of lacy bra and panties.

The idol who once personified wholesome, was now laid out on full display for your eyes to feast on. Smooth pale skin seemingly only kissed occasionally by the sun, plump thick thighs, and her most intimate parts being covered only turn you on even more. 

“I’m gonna leave you guys alone, are you sure you’re ready unnie?” Jennie asks as she makes her way to the door.

“Y-yes” Jisoo replies in the shyest voice you’ve ever heard. Even without being able to see you, Jisoo curls her index finger towards herself, beckoning you to join her. 

Knowing that one of her senses is taken away from her, you decide to start things off slowly. While you already had the pleasure of indulging in the other three BLACKPINK members, the overwhelming aura that exudes from Jisoo’s pure beauty has you nervous to begin. 

With nervous and trembling hands, you slowly start to massage Jisoo’s delicate feet. The moment your hands meet her skin, her smooth and soft soles seem to cast a spell on you to continue. When you press your thumbs deep into the ball of her right foot, she lets out a low hum that doesn’t quite turn into a moan. Feeling the tendons in her foot starting to loosen up, you continue the deep massage before switching over to the other foot. 

The constant humming coming from her indicates she is enjoying this. Once you establish a rhythm with the foot massage,  that rhythm is broken when you suddenly suck on her toes. With her sense of vision taken away from her, the sudden devouring of her toes must have taken her by surprise because she tries to jolt her feet away, but you grab on to her ankles and hold them in place until each one has been sufficiently lathered. Her toes begin to curl in your mouth as she finally lets out an ear pleasing light moan–signaling her bliss before you even touched one of her more erogenous zones.

After sufficiently worshiping her delicate feet, you move both your hands to knead her plump thighs while you tenderly work your way up her legs. More and more light moans escape her lips as you nibble and kiss on her calves, behind her knees, and against her thighs. Finally reaching the inside of her thighs, you can feel her body tensed up as you lick and kiss everywhere that is not covered up by her lingerie. The front of her panties has already become soaked through before you’ve even laid a finger on her pussy, a stain already appearing on the sheets. As you try to lightly pull away her panties from her body, they’re completely drenched in her sticky juices–seemingly glued to her body before you give them a light tug to separate them from her body. 

After throwing her panties to the side, you are now face to face with the puffiest pair of pussy lips you’ve ever laid your eyes on. The scent was utterly indescribable, the musk of her deep arousal was enough to bring your erection from zero to a hundred almost instantly. Her heavy breathing grows even heavier as you continue to tease her by peppering the area around her exposed slit with kisses.

The desperation for her lips to meet yours shows when she spreads her legs ever so slightly and places one of her hands on the back of your head. As you fight back against her hand, she arches her back and lifts her hips–barely grazing against your tongue. Finally giving into her desires, you reward her with a long lick against the entirety of her slit and she rewards you with an angelic fluttered moan. The anticipation was as high for you as it was for her, and once you had the first taste, you knew you had to have more. 

Her tangy juices continue to leak wildly even when you deviate at times to kiss her inner thighs and crotch area, but always return to taste those sweet juicy lips. The intensity and pace of your licks grow over time until you latch your lips over her engorged clit. While maintaining a vacuum like suction, your tongue continues to create highs and lows by varying in motions, rhythms, and pressure in an attempt to find her sweet spot.

“Just like that!” Jisoo cries out and grabs a handful of your hair when you finally find the perfect pace–deep suction while making circular motions with your tongue. Her low husky moans are a stark contrast from the shrilling cries of her other members and you wanted nothing more than to keep them going. If her words and moans weren’t enough, her plump thighs wrap around your head with an incredible force the moment you find the perfect pace. Her breathing and moaning reach their peak, and you feel both her hands pushing down against your head as you continue your onslaught against her clit. 

“I’m gonna - I’m gonna...”

The words are lost in a sea of husky moans as her body goes stiff. Then her hips convulse into the air. Then came the exuberant amount of liquids leaking onto your chin.

Though she just experienced her first orgasm, her puffy lips look even more enticing coated with her slick fluids so you grab her pillowy thighs and pull her in for more. Jisoo attempts to push you away, but you never relent, licking and slurping her bittersweet juices as if they were the nectar of the gods. Lick after lick until more and more juices flow out and her wonderful robust moans fill the room. Her hands, now fallen on her sides, grip the sheets tightly as she’s brought to her second orgasm just moments after her first. 

After making your way up to be level with her body, you lightly stroke her arm as she breathes deeply to regain her composure. “So how was it? Did I live up to the stories?” Still unable to produce words, she lightly shakes her head, but also offers a mischievous smile. She blindly caresses your upper body and her hand slowly gets lower and lower until they remove your trunks. The moment your member is set free, she wraps her soft, delicate fingers around, slowly stroking you.

Lost in the pleasure of her gentle stroking, you find yourself on your back, her blindfold now placed over your eyes, and the weight of Jisoo straddling your waist. With your sense of vision taken away, every one of your other senses feels enhanced: her gentle breath sounds like a windstorm, the smell of sex and desire fills the air, and more importantly, each one of her gentle touches seemingly shooting a jolt of electricity down your spine.

Her body lays flat onto yours, her bra lost somewhere along the way as you feel her perky breasts being pressed against your chest. In the cover of darkness, her face was so close to yours, you could smell the sweet ropy fragrance of the pheromones radiating off her body--and then her tongue was in your mouth. So instantaneous and urgent, it had all but overpowered your other senses as it wiggled and roamed fighting yours for superiority. Even with the blindfold blocking your vision, her frenzied kissing forces your eyes to close and bask in the glory of her passion.  

Still remaining in a tempestuous battle of tongues, the soft, yet muscular thighs that were once wrapped around your head, are now tightly wrapped around your cock. The combination of being blindfolded, her tongue fighting yours for supremacy, and the pillowy softness of her luscious thighs wrapped around your throbbing cock has you fighting to stay conscious.  

You want to believe you still have some semblance of control, but you have to admit that you’re simply an idle participant to the beautiful idol–your body is simply there for her to play with.  With her body still laid flat against yours, there’s nothing for you to hold on to when Jisoo lowers her body until the top of your shaft rubs against her well soaked slit. In a final act of dominance, she crosses her legs and flexes her muscles–completely enveloping your shaft in her pillowy thighs. You never knew that just the friction and pressure of just thighs could provide such an unbelievable sensation until this very moment. 

As if she could sense your impending eruption, she releases her lips from yours and your heart skips a beat when she whispers into your ears two simple words.

“Fuck me…”

The intense pressure of her thighs and the weight of her body is immediately released when she rolls off the side and on to her back. Wasting no time, you take off the blindfold and immediately take in the visual pleasure of Jisoo’s wanton body waiting for yours. Somehow through this whole adventure, this was the first time you set eyes on her impeccable nude figure and hers on yours. 

There would be nothing more satisfying than going all out right away, but you want, no need to take the time to fully relish Jisoo’s body. Her legs immediately wrap around your back the moment you line up along her moist slit, but rather than inserting yourself, you rub the tip along her opening. 

“Please…” the heat emanating from her core was almost enough to persuade you in, but the desperation in that one soft, needy word brings you right over the edge. Jisoo gasps, the loveliest sounding one of the night, when the tip of your cock penetrates her wonderful walls for the first time. As you push in deeper and deeper, you have to make a conscious effort to savor the wonderful feeling of her moist walls molding around your shaft inch by inch. 

Your face is mere inches from hers when you make your first thrust. As you sensually pump in and out, it becomes a struggle to not get lost in her gorgeous face – her deep, sparkling brown eyes close with each entry and a wordless moan goes along with it. She pulls you in for a kiss, her yearning tongue once again enters your mouth, but this time there is no fight for dominance, no show of aggression, just pure unadulterated passion. Every time you pull back, it’s as if her warm and inviting walls were sucking you back in, and your thrusts become instinctual. The vibration of her moans directly into your mouth sends an indescribable sense of enjoyment into your cerebrum until she finally pulls away. 

Though your throbbing cock was begging for release, you want to make sure Jisoo enjoys the journey and destination as well. She grinds her hips while you’re buried deep, and stares into your eyes before asking for more. 

“Fuck me harder”

Words you never thought would leave her sweet innocent face, but still words you couldn't deny. Placing your hands on her waist, you try to pace yourself by going at a comfortable speed, but thanks to the warmth of her soft and tight walls, you could no longer hold back. The moment you find your rhythm, you start thrusting as quickly as you could--her loud moans are even better than you could ever imagine, her husky speaking voice giving only a brief preview.

She pulls you in with her arms, your two bodies now completely intertwined, her arms around your shoulders, and her legs wrapped around your back. The pitch of her sweet moans become higher and higher, a sound you didn’t even know she was capable of producing. Once again, her impassioned lips meet yours, and now both sets of her lips bring you to absolute euphoria. Her contracting and expanding tunnels pulse around your cock, and despite beginning to cum, the pace of your thrust never slows down for one bit. After what seems like an overwhelming flow of spunk releases from your body, your member remains inside Jisoo as her walls continually pulsate around you.

Your bodies remain intertwined, and your tongues continue to swirl around one another's for another minute until she finally releases you of her limbs. There is a moment of shared eye contact until you both share a wide smile and roll off her body. Both bodies are covered in sweat while you pull her in for an embrace. In a repeat of your words from earlier, you ask her the same question.

 “So how was it? Did I live up to the stories?”

This time, rather than shaking her head, she enthusiastically nods while holding your arms against her body.

A/N: This fic took longer than I would have liked, even missed my three month anniversary, so sorry about that. Felt the need to appreciate Jisoo’s underrated thighs Next story when BLACKPINK has a comeback.

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Fic Recs | BTS Masseur / Massage Therapists AUs

Dear Masseur Anon,

I am sorry it took me so long to clean up this draft. =)  Just been busy and I get distracted sometimes so the drafts end up unfinished. But here you go 😊

We Float @lamourche - Hoseok

one shot | 9k | Massage Therapist!Hoseok, Angst with Happy Ending, NOT SMUT, check tags for warnings | A, F

A face peers out at you. There’s no beard, no long shaggy hair. For a moment, you wish he did walk around shirtless. He’s handsome. He’s taller than you, with brown hair that almost falls into his eyes and undercut on the sides. Warm brown eyes and a cute nose. It’s fucking cute his nose. He’s wearing cargo shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and white crocs.

Well, that’s better. He’s still handsome and his kind eyes make you want to confess some prior sin, but it’s easy to scowl at a guy in white crocs.

🌷ggukkienote: I love this because I’d associate massage scenes with smut, too! But this is a different take and it’s more about healing.

Transference @dark-muse-iris - Hoseok

series [10/10] | 79.6k | Therapist!Hoseok (he’s like a counselor slash massage therapist), BDSM, slow burn | S, A

Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a "tantric therapist" and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.

🌷ggukkienote: part of my favorite Hobi fics. A must read and a classic too!

Table Talks @avveh - Taehyung

One shot | 7.8k | Masseur AU, Massage Therapist AU, PWP | S

After a string of bad dates and even worse hook-ups, your friend encourages you to visit Heavenly Massage for some well-deserved stress relief. 🔥 (writer never disappoints with smut)

Our Little Secret @pars-ley - Taehyung

one shot | 3.3k | Massage Therapist!Taehyung, some twist in the end | S

A relaxing spa session ends up being much less therapeutic than you imagine but you get much more than you thought possible

Helping Hands @snackhobi - Taehyung

One shot | 13.3k | Friends to Lovers, Unrequited (OC, at first) | F, S

you’re used to being in love with taehyung. you’ve had a lot of time to get good at it, after all—by this point you’re the world’s expert at keeping your less-than-platonic feelings hidden from him, what with the amount of practice you’ve had.

but then he signs up for a massage therapy course, because apparently you can never catch a break.

or: the one where taehyung gives you a full body massage and then some.

Touch @upinthestarsx3 - Taehyung

Drabble | 2k | College AU, Massage Therapy student!Taehyung, Best Friend AU | S, F

“You wanna give me a sex massage?”

Side to Side @forgottenpasta - Jimin

One shot | 7.2k | Physical Therapist!Reader, Idol!Jimin, Idol AU, PWP | S

Jimin loves massages and as his physical therapist it’s your duty to help him relax. Even if it means blurring professional boundaries and going a little too deep with your “hands on” approach.

Surprisingly Sensitive @mintchocohip - Jimin

Drabble | 1.3k | Dancer!Jimin, kind of post-smut scenario | S

You’re Jimin’s former massage therapist, and his new girlfriend.

A Sweet Touch, A Finer Delicacy @koyakoo - Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Series [18/24] | 73k+ | Masseuse/Masseur AU, Massage Therapist AU, CEO!Jungkook, Romance, Slice of Life, Poly AU | A, S, F

A place he wasn’t supposed to be with Jungkook being a big shot CEO; his father warned him about any and every scandal that could possibly arise but, this… wasn’t one of them. Jungkook’s curiosity had gotten the better of him when he overheard one of his employees talking about it and he found himself standing outside this place. His interest was definitely peaked.

Or, Jungkook goes to a massage parlor only to fall in love with his massage therapist(s) aka you and Jimin.

Tumblr | AO3 [18 chapters are posted on AO3]

The Assistant @bangtanhome​ - Taehyung

twoshot? [1/?] | Assistant!Taehyung x Boss!Reader | S

Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body.

🌷ggukkienote: I just discovered this so I’m a bit late in adding. This is wow 🔥

The ones deleted are:

↳ Soft Touch by minnpd - Jungkook ↳ Aromatherapy by iq-biased - Jungkook (author has ao3 but this fic has not been posted) ↳ The Namjoon one, perhaps is it by honeymoonjin?

Sexual Healing @honeymoonjin - Namjoon

One shot | 9.7k | Sex Therapist!Namjoon (perhaps this is the fic you are talking about? it’s more of sex clinic and not much “massage” but there’s a massage room, pwp | S

desperate to finally break your masturbatory dry spell, you seek out a professional.

Thank you dear authors for these! I realize there are people looking for massage therapists-related fics and it’s so rare to find such fics. I am glad you’re so creative in including such roles in your fics. These are gems 💜

[gentlemancrow]

Ohh prompts! Maybe 21 and some shippy JonTim?

OK I know I agonized about this one but NO REALLY THANK YOU IT WAS GREAT <3! It was a GREAT exercise for writing in so many ways for me! Also I know the prompt "Maybe you should sit down" sort of implies getting bad news or something more than what popped into my brain, but this is what popped IMMEDIATELY into my brain so I went with it 83 Also again this is my first JonTim so be gentle with me uwu! Honestly it's my first time writing Tim in general for longer than one sentence so there's that too jfhlsajf XT Anyway enjoy!

Jon would have infinitely preferred to think of his bungled little excursion as a calculated risk that the whims of capricious probability had simply decided he had lost on that particular doomed occasion. What it truly was, however, was an infinitely predictable culmination of skipping his physio stretches for three mornings in a row, deciding a quick jaunt into the stacks to hunt for a statement to cross reference with the one he had been working on all morning did not, in fact, require the aid of his cane, and several cups of black tea on an empty stomach with their resultant caffeine jitters that had left him splayed and wobbling like a newborn fawn with one hand anchoring him in a vice grip to the handle of a file drawer. His bad leg ached in that special way it did that he knew all too well could be catastrophic if he moved it even slightly wrong, and set him back significantly on his physio progress. That oft repeated foible would also attract the ire and derision of literally every single person who knew him, never mind the physical therapists at the clinic, and he was very much not prepared to deal with that on top of everything else.

Lucky for him he wasn’t even supposed to be back at the institute in the first place, so no one would be looking for him, and he was reasonably assured that he would have plenty of time to figure out how to escape unscathed, or at least enough to hide a suspicious limp for a day or two. Unlucky for him, probability it seemed, also liked to double down.

“Alright there, boss man?”

Tim’s jovial voice echoed through the file cabinets like the worst song on the juke at the pub out of all of the hundreds of better selections just as Jon was preparing to gingerly move his spasmodic leg. He sighed and closed his eyes bitterly.

“Oh, yes, just fine, just dangling precariously from this file cabinet to try out a new stretch, it’s called the ‘mind your own business’,” he growled.

Tim chuckled, the echoes of it raising pinprick hackles of irritation on the back of Jon’s neck as he emerged from the shadows, hands on his hips and wry, crooked grin on his scarred face.

“Maybe you should sit down.”

“And pray tell where, Timothy?” Jon snapped in a low growl.

Tim made a low whistle.

“Yikes! Busting out the -othy today? You must be in a bad way.”

“You think so? Whatever gave you that brilliant idea?” Jon drawled, rolling his eyes, “Are you going to stand there gawking and making me feel even more like an invalid or are you going to deign to render me aid?”

“I think I can spare a moment, just for you,” came the predictably smug retort, “What exactly would you like me to do?”

“I just need to sit a moment and massage it out, so fetching a chair from somewhere ought to suffice.”

Tim pondered the request as he strolled to Jon’s side, chewing his lower lip pensively.

“Well, I could do that for you, but seeing as you’re not actually supposed to be here yet I am a little concerned that dragging a chair randomly down to the archives would attract… unwanted attention? You know Martin would have a conniption.”

Sighing heavily, Jon pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses.

“Good point.”

“How about my lap then?” Tim continued without missing a beat.

Jon choked on his own tongue as the tips of his ears burned like cinders.

“TIM! Is this really, truly, and honestly the appropriate moment to be… making a pass at me?”

Unfazed, Tim pressed a dramatic hand over his heart.

“Jon, I’m wounded! Ordinarily I’d be deeply offended you’d think my flirting skills so inelegant and crass, but I was actually being sincere this time.”

A dark brow slid skeptically, pointedly up Jon’s forehead.

“Beg pardon, but how could that possibly have ever, in any situation, been construed as sincere?”

“Well, we’ve determined a chair is too risky, the floor isn’t going to do you any favors, and I know you won’t let me carry you back to your office, so I won’t even bother to ask, so where does that leave us, hmmm? Plus, if you recall, I had much the same physio you did, I know the massages and the stretches, I can have you patched up and out of here in no time,” Tim elaborated, counting off on his fingers.

Jon hated it when anyone other than him was making the most sense in the conversation, and he gnashed his teeth and growled his begrudging acquiescence.

“…Fine.”

“Brilliant. Alright to touch?” Tim asked brightly, hands hovering a respectful few inches from Jon’s hand and shoulders.

Eyes narrowing to smoldering brown slits, the last embers of a dying fire, Jon made him wait a few moments for the wordless nod of approval.

“Okay, just taking your hand there, my other hand’s got your other arm, and easy does it…”

With surprising finesse and gentleness, Tim took Jon’s hand and eased him onto the ground with him and into his lap, taking great care to keep his seized-up leg straight and comfortable. Jon melded against his assistant, looping his arms loosely around Tim’s waist while he tipped his head against his shoulder and let his twisted-up bones and sinew go slack against the radiantly warm aegis of him. His shirt was screamingly loud and his hair was freshly pink and he always smelled crisp and free and wild, like a sea breeze on a sun-soaked twilight. Jon liked the way he smelled, and the self-assured posture of his broad shoulders and the heartening solidness of a body meant to be shirtless as often as possible holding him so secure in the humming powerlines of his care. Just to be touched was a visceral melody of nerve endings and synapses, to be touched by him was a blinding symphony of electric light and sound perfectly in tune to the aria of his core where so few dared to go.

“Not so awful right?” Tim teased, squeezing his affected knee with care.

“Get on with it, Stoker,” Jon murmured languidly into the crook of his neck.

“Ohoh, last name now. I’m on real thin ice, aren’t I?” he chortled in reply, pads of his fingers feeling out the ridge of a patella and skating down his calf.

Jon winced, opening one eye to glance guiltily up at the ever-chipper mien of Tim.

“I-“ he stuttered, his protest melting into a sigh, “No, you’re not. I’m sorry. You’re being helpful and I’m being an ass.”

“Mmm, that’s a smidge hyperbolic. You’re being snappish because you got caught being naughty, and you’re in pain, and you also got caught being in pain, which is probably the worst offense out of all of them.”

“I suppose…” Jon conceded, closing his eye and letting his body go slack again.

“Okay to roll your cuff up? Or would you prefer trouser leg down?”

“You can roll it up, I don’t mind.”

Tim promptly, neatly, folded the cuff of Jon’s trousers up only to just above the knee, baring the cratered mares of his leg. His fingers felt them out, felt the places where the worms bored holes in him that had forgotten which way to mend and pulled and tugged in a confused riot of fibrous muscle and scar tissue, and rolled through them with slow, deliberate tenderness. Jon hissed softly in pain, but Tim’s fingers knew the weft and trail of his muscles, and he squeezed and massaged and tilled them with expert care. Unhurriedly, painstakingly, Jon’s knee unlocked, and it bowed gratefully outward with the sigh of relief into a Hawaiian print collar.

“You’re allowed to hurt you know,” Tim whispered at length, fingers just stroking idly now.

“Everyone’s allowed to hurt,” Jon replied automatically, “It’s only that those of us who can bear it have the duty to do so for those who can’t.”

Tim chewed his lip in the wake of that, weighing his feelings against his words carefully.

“And what god decides who is who?”

Only silence from the clinging, boneless and wounded creature in his lap.

“I’m just saying. I was right there with you, the same thing happened to me, so maybe share a little of this one, hmm?” he tried again, nudging at Jon’s temple with the tip of his nose, letting the silvered chestnut hairs tickle.

The strings of Jon’s body wound taut again around Tim’s fingers still tracing blind patterns on his shin, and he glanced up, daring to ensnare his irises only for a moment.

“I’ll try.”

A soft, breathless laugh whisked past Tim’s lips as he shook his head fondly.

“I guess that’s the best I’m going to get out of the high and mighty head archivist,” he huffed, “But I’ll take it. Now, where can I kiss it all better for you?”

It took Jon a full cycle of pouting, scowling, and digging vengeful fingers into Tim’s back before he could conjure an answer.

“Forehead, please.”

“You got it.”

Jon ducked his head to receive Tim’s lips pressed against his creased brow, and while he knew he bore a burden too great to be carried away with velvet kisses and frank words, for a moment at least he could feel just a bit lighter.

[maastrash]

41 and 13 please?

Forever Stuck With You 

co written with my bff @verryberriess hope you all enjoy! (ps the prompts were “have you lost your fucking mind” and “I could kiss you right now”)

masterlist // ao3

Rowan Whitehorn couldn’t help but smile as he watched his beautiful wife spin in circles, arms flailing, as she let the sea breeze cool her flushed cheeks. Red-faced, Aelin might have had one too many fruity cocktails from their dinner at the small diner, hidden within Whalers Village. Rowan had wanted to end their Hawaiian honeymoon watching the stars from the beautiful, white-sanded Lahaina beach behind the restaurant, but Aelin just couldn’t seem to sit still. 

Throughout the duration of their dinner, he watched Aelin slowly lose control over her speech and movement. Her words slurred together, eyes becoming heavy-lidded, yet she still seemed so alive. Her voice became louder, movements more dramatic, it was a miracle she hadn’t broken anything. Rowan knew he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol as well when he couldn’t stop smiling at the utter perfection that was his wife. He lost all sense of time as he watched her smile back at him. He truly admired her so much. She was a ball of energy, his Fireheart. There was nothing else he needed in this life, but her. 

Rowan currently carried a checkered, red and white picnic blanket underneath his arm, along with a fluffy throw blanket he had stolen from their hotel suite. After walking up and down the stretch of the whole beach, Aelin seemed to have finally sobered up. Her gait had steadied and she appeared even-tempered in her movements, no longer stumbling across the loose, powdery sand. 

Content, Rowan set down the picnic blanket and called out to Aelin, “Would my lovely wife care to join me in watching the stars this evening?”

As Rowan made himself comfortable, he glanced in Aelin’s direction. She slowly made her way towards him and settled next to him, her golden blue eyes less clouded as she pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek before cuddling into his side. Aelin beamed, “I would love nothing more.”

The couple sat together for a few moments enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks. They listened to the rhythm of the tides rolling in and out towards the shores, the subtle chirping of field crickets hidden somewhere in the grassy field behind them, and enjoyed the night sky that loomed above them. The contrast between the dark blue, and purple hues compared to the glowing, radiant stars supplemented Aelin’s and Rowan’s awe of the scenery. But of course, Aelin couldn’t sit for long. Soon she was up and dragging Rowan along with her to where the sand met the sea. Holding hands, they walked further into the water. Shallow enough to walk through easily, but deep enough so the waves hit them just below their knees.

They stood in the water, and Aelin wrapped her arms around Rowan’s torso. In response, Rowan pulled her close and breathed in her lemon verbena scent as he held her against him. He could live in this moment forever. Standing in the most beautiful place on earth with the love of his life in his arms, Rowan could not wish for a more perfect memory. 

His thoughts, however, were soon interrupted as Aelin suddenly ripped herself from his grasp and began sprinting full force into the middle of the ocean. Maybe she was not as sober as he had thought. 

He watched as his Fireheart became an absolute menace in the water. Her splashing, coupled with the oncoming waves, led to a completely drenched Aelin stuck in the clothing she had not bothered to take off. “Come out here Buzzard, the water is perfect,” she called, not seeming to mind her current situation.

Rowan laughed at the utter ridiculousness of his wife. Only she would run into the ocean, fully clothed, in the middle of the night. “Have you lost your fucking mind Fireheart,” he laughed softly. “What if a shark eats you?”

“I’d like to see a shark try to take me down,” Aelin countered confidently.

Rowan rolled his eyes but swam out to his wife anyways. While the water had only reached up to his torso, Aelin floated. Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist and secured her arms on his neck. “I could kiss you right now,”  she whispered against his ear. 

“Why don’t you then?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Because then I couldn’t do this.” Before Rowan could react, Aelin had jumped on top of him. She tackled him into the water and quickly leaped off. When he resurfaced, wiping the salt water from his eyes, Rowan witnessed Aelin clutching her sides, barely able to breathe from laughing at his short demise.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and glared at her jokingly, “You’re gonna regret that.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair and tried to appear threatening. He could only imagine how he must have appeared. He had his hands at his hips trying to replicate an imposing stance, but he probably more or less resembled a wet dog. He wouldn’t allow Aelin the satisfaction of his discomfort, despite his inward cringe at the fact that his soaked clothes now stuck to his skin.

“Oh yea,” Aelin teased. “Come and get me.”

Aelin used the momentum of an incoming wave to push her back towards the shore. By the time Rowan made it back to the picnic blanket, Aelin was already eagerly awaiting his arrival. Rowan stood transfixed. She had taken off her wet dress and laid against the blanket only in her undergarments. Her damp hair spread out beneath her and left trails of water around the blanket. Aelin had fixed her arm to hold her head under her palm, lying on her side in order to show off the black and gold, lacy lingerie she had recently purchased. It was a floral lace garter bodysuit, black with gold-accented flowers along the plunging neckline, emphasizing her curves and revealing cleavage. The piece had caught her eye after she remembered Rowan’s deep appreciation for her shimmering golden nightgown. By the look on Rowan’s face, Aelin could tell this was an even greater success than the first. 

She made a mental note to thank the kind shop lady for suggesting her a waterproof fabric. 

“Do you worst,” she winked as he approached. 

Rowan couldn’t stop running his eyes over Aelin. The moonlight illuminated the outlines of her face so perfectly, adding to her already vibrant glow. The dim lighting highlighted her prominent collar bones, he couldn’t help but imagine himself leaning in and burying her with kisses upon kisses from her jaw down to her shoulders. Rowan would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to take her right there on the beach, but his need for revenge outweighed his roaring desire. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little of his own fun though. 

He slowly stalked towards Aelin, watching her closely to note her any change in facial expression. He took his time, intentionally stalling his steps before he reached her. And when he did so, he slowly crawled on top of her form, putting into practice what he had so vividly imagined earlier. He first started at her jaw, slowly descending his trail of kisses towards her neck to the slight of her shoulders. His wet hair left behind their own path against her skin, marking his every action he took upon.

Rowan glanced at Aelin, taking in her current state. Her eyes were closed and she breathed deeply. Although she lay sprawled across the blanket leaning into Rowan’s touch, it wasn’t enough. Not even close. He needed to taste her, needed to hear her. Roughly capturing her lips and moving his hand from her neck to cup her face, he kissed her slowly. He allowed his other hand to roam free and reach for something hidden in the sand next to them. Once he took hold of what he needed, he quickly maneuvered their bodies. Like a dance, Rowan flipped them around, airborne for milliseconds to quickly wrap the sherpa throw around their frames. It wasn’t long before they were tangled with each other. They were as close as physically possible with Aelin’s body now resting atop of Rowan’s, his arms encircled her waist while the throw expertly encased them. There was absolutely nothing separating them now. 

Aelin’s cheek squished against Rowan’s chest. She peered up at him within their human burrito,  “Ok, you got me,” Aelin sighed, defeated. She would have raised her hands in surrender, but they were glued to her side. “Can you unroll us now?” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay like this? I must admit, I quite enjoy it,” Rowan said pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Yes I’m sure, you’re squishing my face you oaf. Plus I’m already stuck with you forever we don’t have to make it literal,” Aelin joked. 

Rowan laughed, as he unwrapped one of his arms around Aelin and pushed out of the throw blanket that encased them. He unrolled Aelin and helped her sit up, extending a hand to her, “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Mhm whatever,” Aelin mumbled. She crawled into Rowan’s lap and rested her head on him. “I’ll be sure to get you tomorrow.” 

Rowan chuckled softly to himself as he ran his fingers through Aelin’s hair, massaging her scalp. She leaned into his touch before slowly drifting off to sleep. Once her breathing evened out, Rowan laid down as well, gently pulling Aelin to his side and assembling the fleece blanket to unfold on top of them. Soon, he too was lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves. The couple slept all through the night, wrapped in each other’s arms beneath the glimmering blanket of stars - the perfect end to a perfect honeymoon.

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[radiojamming]

This a weird prompt but would you write jonmichael? Asking solely because I want to read Elias and the archives staff dealing with that

good-ish AU where sasha’s still sasha and everyone’s cool with stuff, i guess? :DDD

- - -

The door-that-wasn’t-there-a-minute-ago slams open against the wall, shaking the shelves and knocking one cheap vase to the floor in a small explosion of sad porcelain shards and accumulated dust. Martin lets out a high-pitched, “Jesus Christ!” in surprise as much as raw shock when Jon Sims himself staggers out the door like a teenager doing the walk of shame. Granted, he’s bleeding from his hairline and one sleeve of his sweater appears to just be missing, but he looks more sheepish than injured.

Just as he makes the last step over the threshold-that-shouldn’t-be, Martin sees a vague person-ish shape wobble in the mysterious beyond. And it is, in fact, wobbling, like a bobblehead or one of those playground toys shaped like horses that waver on oversized springs until they fling some unfortunate child headfirst into sand. Extended metaphor it may be, but the wobbly thing gives a high, wavering giggle before cooing, “Don’t forget this, love!” in a voice tiered in multiple pitches like an eldritch wedding cake. Jon turns just in time for an arm-that-shouldn’t-be-that-long-oh-my-god-what-the-fuck to come shooting out of the door, an iPhone clutched pinched between its enormous fingers. Martin might be hallucinating, but he thinks the razor-sharp fingernails are lacquered in sparkly purple nail varnish. 

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it before Jon gingerly takes the phone with a mumbled, “Thanks,” and the hand recedes back into the hellish landscape beyond the door.

“Of course!” garbles the wobbly thing. Then, with a range of voices topped off with an impressive soprano flourish as light as meringue, it yodels, “Call me!”

As abruptly and shockingly as the door appeared, it disappears with a sharp crack, causing the shelves to slam back into place with a small cataract of old books falling into the pile of broken ceramic.

Jon and Martin stand in the stuffy office, each caught in the awkward position of how the hell do you talk about that? 

Finally, Jon gives Martin the most soul-deep, weary look before quietly beseeching, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

All Martin can do is nod before Jon shuffles out to the hallway

- - -

Sasha sees him at the flower stall again. 

Through the warped windowpane, she watches him scoop up a great, garish bouquet representing nearly every spectrum in the visible rainbow, and some colours that might not exist save for the eyes of the mantis shrimp. When she gets to ground level and sees him semi-properly, he’s just a blond man in a beanie, carefully regarding a sorry bunch of daffodils held together by what looks like clingfilm cinched shut with twine. Rather than being all spooky and mysterious, Sasha thinks he’s actually deliberating. There’s a pinch in his brow as he lowers the daffodils in favor of prodding the drooping lower lid of a sorry little orchid suffering in London’s less-than-tropical climes.

Sasha kind of feels… sorry for him?

Granted, he’s a monster with terrifying monster hands and monster tendencies and apparently a taste for caffeine, but he really looks caught on what to get. That in mind, she does remember that he bought lilies the last time he was around. Maybe that was less of a coincidence and this Michael creature really does like flowers; or he may have some fellow monster friend that he deems worthy of buying flowers for. Honestly, Sasha doesn’t want to think of what kind of friends Michael keeps.

Against her better judgement and sense of self-preservation, Sasha walks across the street to where Michael forlornly weighs his options. He looks up at her approach, and the first impression she gets is that his eyes are more like spinning tops prone to rotate anti-clockwise. She blinks and sees stationary blue eyes regarding her with confusion, and then… relief?

Huh.

“Sah-shah Jaaayymeeesss!” he almost sings, lifting up the dying daffodils like a salute. “What a pleasure to see your radiant face again!”

“Michael,” she replies, a little colder than she intends. Last time they met, there were far more meaty hands and worms involved, and she’d rather get to work unscathed.

If he thinks the reply is chilly, he makes no sign of it. Instead, he flops the tortured flowers around in his terrible hands. “Actually, I was hoping to see one of you lovely little Institute-dwellers around. I think I gave Martin a bit of a fright laaaaast time!”

Sasha frowns, but can definitely picture Martin having to be peeled off the ceiling after a Michael encounter. “Oh,” is all she says.

Michael goes on, gleefully undaunted. “You see, you and I have a mutual acquaintance! And I think he’s in need of a little—” He gives the daffodils a vigorous shake. “—cheering up these days! But I just don’t know what he’d like! Silly me for not being obseeeeervant!”

“I… A mutual acquaintance?”

“Yeeeessss! Your lovely boss!”

“Elias?”

Michael laughs. Well, more like he laughs in a way that sounds like he laughed ten minutes ago and ten minutes into the future, and then layered the sounds over one another like phyllo dough in a hellish baklava. It’s impossible, but Sasha hears it all the same. “Noooo!” he giggles. “Not in a million endless cycles of time or those dimensions yet unperceiveeeeeed!”

Sasha won’t even start on that statement, except that it isn’t Elias, which means it has to be— 

Oh. Jesus.

Grubby, curmudgeonly, insomniac Jesus.

“Jon?” she gasps.

Michael laughs again, louder and higher so that a glass breaks somewhere in the distance. “Yeeeesssss! Poor Jonathan, always working so hard in that dismal cave you call an archive. I offered him office space that would appeal more to a sense of aestheticism, but he… Oh, what did he say? He thought it was a little heavy on the—” And here he speaks in an exact mimic of Jon’s dry voice when he says: “Impossible, improbable, and honest to God, Michael, my brain would shatter into a thousand pieces if I looked at that painting for another minute.” Michael dissolves into a fit of giggles before saying, “It’s just a lost Hieronymus Bosch painting, honestly.”

So Michael McMeatyhands is buying flowers for Jonathan Sims. Sasha’s having a hell of a time wrapping her head around that particular fact. 

The infernal giggling stops and Michael seems to circle (spiral?) back to his previous predicament. Dying daffodils or suffering orchids?

For a lack of anything more to say, Sasha wordlessly points to a bouquet of slightly more enthusiastic-looking daisies, bobbing peacefully in a tin pail of water. “Those,” is all she can manage to say. 

Michael looks thrilled. He actually hums some impossible tune (in full SATB with orchestral arrangement, all localised in his throat) as he puts the daffodils back, scoops up the daisies, and drops four quid into the stall owner’s hands with a wet, meaty thwap that the owner doesn’t seem to hear. Then, Michael swivels back toward Sasha and grins with the corners of his lips somehow curling up near his eyes like a particularly twisty Cheshire Cat.

“Thank you, Miss James!” he says. “You’re a lifesaver!”

“You’re… welcome? I think?”

But Michael’s already walking away, taking steps in a gait that doesn’t seem to match the rhythm of the rest of his body, like two halves of entirely different people drunkenly attempting synchronicity. Sasha half-expects his legs to walk away from his torso.

Toward Jon. 

She sighs and rubs a hand over her face before heading in the direction of the Underground station.

- - -

The boss is dating someone. This, Tim is absolutely sure of. He’s watched Jon like a hawk for a week now, carefully comparing his moods in the morning with how early he left work the night before. Long work nights equal really bad mood. Long not work nights equal better mood with less shouting and calling people morons under his breath. This is good.

This is very good.

Tim is pleased with his enviable knowledge. Whoever somehow won the heart of the boss must be a pretty special person, or at least someone with an endless well of patience. Or maybe they’re Jon’s opposite? Either way, Tim’s got a hankering to send them a box of chocolate as a thank you for chilling the boss out and making him more tolerable to work with. 

He tries to picture who this mystery person is, as Jon’s definitely not the type of person to take his personal life to work with him, inasmuch as he likes to take work home. Tim pictures someone easygoing, like a Margaritaville type. They balance Jon’s stick-up-assery out, maybe giving him massages over the back of the couch while Jon watches dry documentaries about the actual speed of drying paint. In his mind’s eye, Tim gives this person a hideously neon Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, but a winning smile that melts Jon’s ice-locked heart and makes it so he can’t help but smile back.

Tim likes them, whoever they are.

And when he gives Jon a little wink after dropping off a follow-up report, says, “Had a good night?” in a way more than a tiny bit suggestive, he only relishes a teensy bit in how dark Jon’s cheek become and how he ducks his head down. He mumbles something before actually thanking Tim for the report.

Yeah, this is awesome. Tim owes Jon’s mystery partner a thank you card and maybe a cake. 

- - -

“Eliaaaaas.”

“Michael.”

Staring. Lots of staring. Cold, unflinching irises to a set of psychedelic, rotating disco balls set in a grinning face. Behind Michael, blue and purple streaks like the top of a wildberry Pop-Tart flash about and dance madly as Michael gives him the strangest of staredowns. Occasionally, his head appears to flip upside-down a few times on his swirly straw of a neck, and half of his teeth try to glitch through his lips in a way that Elias thinks of as an attempt at a sneer.

Finally, Elias sighs and calmly folds his hands on the top of his desk, ignoring the waves of tangible static pouring out onto the floor and possibly leaving a stain on the carpet. That’s going to be difficult to explain to the janitorial staff. “We may have to set some ground rules,” he says.

“I’ll bring him home by eleven,” Michael cackles in reply.

Elias narrows his eyes just as he feels Beholding roll its great omnipresent gaze in irritation.

“I mean to say that you’re not to interfere in Institute business any further than you are right now,” Elias retorts. “I should completely ban all Spiral-related statements on grounds of personal involvement.”

Michael grins. His smile rises up to his forehead like a crescent moon before rolling down the side of his face and hooking back up into the empty space where a normal mouth should be. “I can make this weirder. I can spiral any statement in this place. Every little word can bend in and around on itself like a pipe cleaner.”

Elias glares. “You won’t.”

“You can’t stop me!” Michael sings. “But I’ll keep courting your Archivist nice and proper as long as I’d like, or he’d like.”

“If this is an attempt to draw him into the Spiral’s influence—”

When Michael laughs this time, it seems to be drawn from every laugh that was ever laughed in the history of the muscular and diaphragmatic spasms that caused them. It’s so charged, so loud and explosive that Elias nearly winces at it. And when it’s over, there’s a vacuum of sound in its wake, so it takes a full minute for Elias to hear anything properly again.

Then, Michael taps his horrible fingers on Elias’ desk, eliciting a sharp tak-tak-tak-tak-tak that repeats in on itself fifty times over. “Not everything is about influence,” Michael hisses through too many teeth. “Not every attempt on a person is to draw them in and mark them, unlike what you do. Maybe sometimes, one of us can authentically like one of them. Is that too hard for you to understand, Man-of-the-Eye?”

Beholding tries to truly See Michael, but something about the Spiral’s nature twists the image. 

“No,” Michael goes on, followed by another round of tak-tak-tak-tak-tak. “I rather like the Archivist. And he likes me. Aaaand if you try to get in the way of us, I will peeeeerrrrsonallyyyyy claw your precious little eyes out of your sockets. Understand?”

Elias doesn’t have time to make a reply. Michael is gone in a gunpowder-bright flash of light and a shock of sound. If there was a door, it’s gone. So he sits alone in his office, staring at the space where the Spiral was, and he feels something terribly empty and terribly familiar.

- - -

Jon picks their next date and opts for something as normal as the last one was strange. He chooses a walk at St James Park, eating ice cream and admiring the pelicans while Michael regales him with some bizarre story that sounds more like a backwards recitation of the Jabberwocky poem. He pauses in between stanzas to eat more of his pistachio ice cream with a delighted gusto before he presses on in gibberish.

Something about it makes Jon feel oddly warm and content, even as the early spring wind chills him.

Their last date was to Annwn, which Jon had originally suspected was in Wales. He was half-right; it was Wales as much as it was also the traditional world of the afterlife in ancient Welsh rites. It was rather lovely and Jon thinks very highly of their honey cakes, although he suspects he probably wasn’t supposed to eat them. 

But Michael looks just as pleased to be in this park as he was to be in ancient Welsh paradise. His Jabberwockish story comes to an end and he finishes the rest of his cone before throwing the little paper ring into a nearby litter bin. Then, he stretches his arms out to the side and sighs in contentment. “Just bonny, as they say!” he cheers before reaching down and taking Jon’s free hand in his. It’s got a mind-boggling weight and an odd texture, while appearing to be a normal hand. At first, it gave Jon such an acute sense of discomfort that he found himself involuntarily withdrawing. Now, it’s just another aspect of Michael that he’s learned to like.

Love, maybe. He hasn’t thought on that overmuch.

Yet here they are, holding hands like all the other couples in the park. It’s so simple, so normal. Jon’s life has been so ridiculous lately that the fact he’s holding a Spiral avatar’s nigh-impossible hand on a date in a park is just… maybe the most normal thing that’s happened so far. Michael’s not trying to kill him or throttle his mind to the point of madness.

They’re happy.

Jon’s happy.  

He smiles, and so does Michael. Yes, Michael’s smile is making an attempt to summit his head like Everest before flickering back into place like he remembers where he is, but he does smile and it’s perfectly authentic. 

It could be weirder, and for once, that thought delights Jon.

[mrwilliameames]

things Arthur has done

- he’s let me sleep longer than him while having a kip and he’s gotten up and made delicious baked goods or sometimes, a full course dinner.

- When I find things for him online usually lingerie, he’ll go behind my back and order it, then surprise me by wearing it.

- He learned the choreography for ‘Body’ so he could do it for me and thoroughly impress me.

- When Arthur was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I decided to educate myself after mistakenly thinking I could just live with it. I didn’t want to make a big deal about it so I bought a highly recommended book and took notes and marked certain passages in it. Arthur found it in my office one day and started to cry because he said he never felt so seen and understood before.

- When I had my accident a few years ago and broke my leg and had some back damage, when I was regaining consciousness and they asked me questions, supposedly, all I did was ask for Arthur and snapped at the nurse when she asked me if I knew what year it was and said "I know what bloody year it is, I want to know where my husband is!” I say supposedly because I was still a little out of it and don’t remember.

- I use to play a lot of video games and I only really liked playing them if Arthur would sit on my lap so I could hold him while I played. But that started to have a Pavlovian effect on me and I couldn’t stop getting hard if he sat on my lap.

- He knows I love his pasta more than life itself and when he makes it for me, it’s like seduction.

- He loves coffee. We have a little area in our kitchen just for his fancy coffee machines, yes machines; for lattes/cappuccinos and a regular one for drip coffee because he refuses to get one big one (he says it tastes different). He’ll spring for that high priced Hawaiian coffee, grind his own beans, do the French press thing, all of it. He’s got special mugs for certain drinks too, it’s all so endearing.

- We’ve never been apart with the exception of a handful of hours since we’ve been together. Even at the time worse when we lived in the cursed house, it was only hours we were apart.

- After years of not having a dog, Arthur surprised me with our first pup, Pickle. He’s the eldest of four.

- Anytime he has to get his depo shot, he falls into a low because of the side effects he gets from it so I wrap him up in my clothes and put him to bed and keep him company. I bring our pups up to keep him warm and comfortable when I have to get up for any reason. He usually wakes up feeling better, but he has his days where he’s not all the way there yet.

- He loves to be hyper American around me and telling I’m pronouncing things incorrectly i.e garage, aluminum, herb. He’ll tell me they’re cookies, not biscuits, sneakers not trainers and so on. But then I get him back by asking him if he wants CAWFEE. He always gives me a face and it makes me laugh.

- When we were on holiday in Greece and we were leaving the hotel, I lost track of him as we were checking out. When I turned I couldn’t find him and I was slightly worried until I saw him pop out of the gift shop. He told me he couldn’t decide what magnet to buy for my (now ours) collection at home.

- My best mate Yusuf thinks we’re absolutely sickening around each other. He says that when Arthur leaves a room, I follow him out and keep an eye on the door and sit up straight when he comes back in. Arthur does the same thing.

- One time, I was walking into the kitchen after working in my office and he was dancing around with the pups, music playing while he sang along and he was just having the best time, it was so precious to see him having so much fun.

- Sometimes he’ll wake me up by kissing me and touching me everywhere though I’m slow to wake up, even if he tries to initiate sex because I’m a heavy sleeper. He’ll get upset because there’s been times when he’s full on gotten on top of me and riding me and I’ll still be mostly asleep. I’ve gotten better though.

- On the rare occasions I don’t feel well, Arthur is right there, forcing me to stay in bed and he’ll bring me tea and feed me soup while he sits beside me. If I have a headache, he’ll massage my shoulders and my neck until I fall asleep. He can’t stand the idea of me not being well and worries so much if I’m not at full capacity.

- My poker face has completely failed around him and he can read me better than anyone at any given time. He knows when I’m upset or angry and he doesn’t let me bottle things up anymore so we talk it out, no matter what.