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0097linersb · 2 months

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Little White Lies (m)

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Genre: Smut, basically pwp, kind of fluff for a bit

Word count: 5k~

Summary: Satoru gets too excited at the thought of being your husband.

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You thanked God every day that Satoru had the attention span of a 2-year-old considering that you often got away with stuff solely because he was walking around pointing at random clouds or rambling about what movie to watch later. Shoko joked once that you should just leash him after he rushed excitedly to feed some pigeons on the street, but you just laughed it off – you loved the way he was, fully and completely.

Now to quote an example: after a few years of dating, sometimes you found yourself telling a little white lie around, simply because it was so much easier to just call Satoru your husband rather than your boyfriend, especially since it made people take you so much more seriously. It started small, workers had been referring to the man as your spouse for so long that at some point, you just stopped correcting them. It was great, it was practical; people would treat you with more respect and you would have fun inside your little fantasy world.

“My husband will pay for it, the one with the white hair over there.”

“Good afternoon, I´m looking for a gift for my husband.”

“My husband will pick it up later, thank you.”

“Put it on my husband´s tab, please.”

Satoru never caught on to it and you´d much rather that he never did – but once again, the probabilities of it happening were low: if you weren´t holding his hand, he was probably far from you, exploring the big world around him and all its wonders. But oh well, your luck couldn´t last forever.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Y/N,” The receptionist with the Hawaiian shirt smiled once you and Satoru walked inside the resort hand-in-hand. “This must be your husband, welcome to Crystal Waves, Mr. Gojo. Congratulations on the wedding!”

Frozen in place for a second, you couldn´t for the life of you look at your boyfriend. It´s not that you were ashamed, it was a silly little thing that you knew Satoru wouldn´t mind or judge you for, it´s just that… He would tease you so much, you´d never hear the end of it.

You had forgotten all about how when making the reservations, after a long conversation with the lady on the phone, somehow you ended up with free upgrades because apparently it was your honeymoon – Technically, all you said was that the reservation was for you and your husband, she was the one who, probably trying to be nice, commented that she was surprised because you sounded so young, therefore asking if you were newlyweds, so naturally you agreed because the little lie you told was now too far along to take back.

That was almost two months ago, of course you´d forgotten about it. If you hadn´t, you could have just filled Satoru in on the little story, he would love to play pretend, and this was right up his alley. But you didn´t, so before he could say anything, you swallowed down the embarrassment and pretended normality, “Good afternoon, Martha. Yes, this is he.”

You still didn´t look at Satoru, but you heard him thanking her amusedly.

“We´re so glad to have you here,” She smiled as another worker brought you welcome orange cocktails with a beautiful pink flower decorating the glass before guiding you towards the front desk for check-in.

“Did you have a chance to look at all the activities we offer?” Martha asked after you finished signing the paperwork. “For some of the schedules, we ask for the reservations to be made in advance.”

“Yes, that´s understandable. I´m interested in the SPA treatments; we can book it for tomorrow if you have any spots available.”

“Yes, of course. Are we going for the complete package, back massage, facial, scalp treatment, hot stones, body rub…?”

“I think the back ma-”

“Complete package,” Satoru interrupted, tightening the hold on your hand.

“Ok, perfect. 9 AM, 2 PM or 5PM?” Martha asked, clicking away on the computer, smiling up at Satoru for his romantic gesture.

“9 sound goods.”

“Any other plans?”

You waited for Satoru to answer, since he was the one who spent days rambling about some of the stuff he wanted to do, but since he stayed silent, you cleaned your throat and took it upon yourself, “The parasailing one, what days do you have it available?”

“Will it be just your husband or you´ll be going as well?”

“Both of us.”

“Looks like we have an opening two days from now at 3 PM, does that sound good?”

“Perfect, and what about the White Stones Trail?”

“It happens every Monday at 8 AM, should I book it for the two of you?”

“Oh God no, just for my husband, please.”

You didn´t even notice you got carried away in the role until Satoru dropped your hand, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you slightly closed, his thumb rubbing the skin on your side. You still refused to look at him.

“Booked. Anything else?”

“We´d like to go scuba diving on Tuesday.”

“We have a boat leaving at 10 AM.”

“Sounds good. I guess that´s all for now.”

“All set then, these are the keys to your room. The elevator is at the end of the hall to your left, press 10. Your bags are already waiting for you inside. Hope you have an incredible stay and please find me if you need anything.”

You both thanked Martha before you spun in your heels and tried to make a run for it, your escape plan being quickly ruined by Satoru´s hand finding yours once again, holding you close. Taking a deep breath, you accepted defeat and prepared yourself mentally for the next days of hell.

“So…” Satoru started once you were out of earshot from the main desk. You didn´t look at him but you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he was smiling as you walked down the hall.

“Don´t start,” You warned.

“Too late. Husband, huh?”

“Listen, don´t get your panties in a twist-”

“Oh, I´m absolutely getting my panties in a twist.”

“There´s a logical explanation for all of this,” You informed as he pressed the elevator button.

“Which is?”

“I don´t want to talk about it.”

“But you will.”

You sighed, “When I made the reservations, I told them it was our honeymoon so we´d get upgraded and get like, some free stuff.”

The elevator doors dinged open and you walked in, not even being able to appreciate the paradisiacal panoramic beach view inside. Satoru dropped your hand now that you had nowhere to run, leaning against the glass window and crossing his arms to look at you attentively – At least that´s what you guessed since your eyes were glued to the ceiling.

“Y/N, I´m rich,” He stated as a matter of fact, because well, it was true. “You don´t need to lie to get stuff.”

Shit.

He caught you on your semi-lie - and he knew it too by the way there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You shouldn´t have looked at him.

“Fuck, ok,” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he wouldn´t just accept your answer and move on. Taking another deep breath, you carefully measured your words: “Sometimes, for practical reasons, I just tell people we´re married.”

“For practical reasons?”

“Yes, it makes my life easier in certain situations.”

“And how long have you been doing this for?”

Would this damn elevator never reach your floor?

“A few months.”

“And what are you telling people I am?”

“Are you stupid? If we´re married, you´re my husband.”

“Which makes you, my wife.”

The doors finally opened and Satoru reached for your hand, practically dragging you along with his abnormally long legs as you stared at his back.

“Yes Satoru, that´s the correct term.”

“So, you're telling people that you´re my wife?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, struggling to keep up with his pace and confused at his reaction. You expected insufferable teasing for the next few days and not… Whatever this was.

“Yes Sato – Are you ok? Did you hit your head or something?”

“No,” He finally stopped in front of your room, turning around to look at you with a huge smile on his face as you caught your breath. “I´m just so hard right now.”

“You- You´re what now?” You choked out as he searched his pockets for the magnetic card that opened the door. Your eyes automatically trailed down his pants and he was indeed not lying about his current state. “Do you have a thing for elevators?”

Satoru celebrated when he found the key, positioning it against the lock and smiling when he heard the engines turning, eyes back on you as he opened the door eagerly, “No, but I do have a thing for you calling me your husband.”

He didn´t wait for an answer, pulling you into the room and practically banging the door closed before pressing you against it. Satoru ripped his black glasses off, throwing them somewhere on the floor before bending down to your height so your faces were only inches apart.

“Say it again.”

“Satoru, let´s look around the room first, enjoy the view -”

“That can wait, I´d rather enjoy this view for now.”

“´Twas expensive,” You tried again.

“I´d spend all my money on you. Now say it again.”

“What?”

“Call me your husband.”

You were still so confused, was this a trap? For some reason, Satoru seemed to be enjoying it, a bit too much even. You let your walls crumble down slightly, wrapping your arms around Satoru´s neck so you´d be more comfortable.

“My husband?” You tentatively obeyed.

He instantly groaned, crashing his lips against yours with so much need that you felt like this was your first time all over again. He started by holding your face, his hands so big that he could hold your jaw with his palms while his fingers dug at the roots of your hair on your nape. He just held you like you were absolutely everything in the world to him and that got your legs weak. His tongue massaged yours and you were whining against his mouth in no time, hands clawing at his black shirt harsher every time he grinded against you. Satoru was equally as worked up, his chest heaving up and down as his hands left your face to grab at the back of your thighs, pulling you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips.

It was so much easier kissing him like this, since you were actually able to reach him. Unfortunately though, this new position got your boyfriend´s throbbing cock right against your core which you know, did nothing to calm you down. You grabbed at his hair in pure need, making a mess out of it as he left your swollen and wet lips alone to attack your neck.

“You´re so beautiful,” He groaned against your neck after he sucked at your jugular, his hips subconsciously bucking against yours. “Can´t believe you´re mine.”

“Satoru,” You moaned as he bit into the junction of your shoulder and neck.

His lips caught yours once again in another messy and aggressive kiss, his right hand leaving your thigh to start bunching up the bottom of your dress until he could see your panties.

“I could just take you right now,” He groaned against your lips.

“Then do it.”

The corner of his lips tugged up in amusement, “Now that´s no way to treat my wife, is it?”

His own words seemed to light another fire inside him, before you could even react, he was kissing you roughly once again, spinning the two of you around and carrying you towards the bed, where he threw you unceremoniously. You yelped at the impact and once more when he grabbed at your calves, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You supported yourself up on your elbows, so you could see when he went down to his knees in between your legs.

He stayed there on the floor for a few seconds, simply admiring the wet spot on your panties, your legs folded up so they wouldn´t be dangling from the edge of the bed. As you were about to complain, he pressed his thumb right on your clit over the fabric, before slowly rubbing circles with the pad of his finger, staring at what he was doing like he was hypnotized. A gasp left your lips at the surprise feeling and his eyes, which were so focused, snapped out of the trance to look up at you.

As your eyes met, he smiled, “My wife.”

“What´s up with you?” You shakily asked as he gently slid your panties down your legs, throwing them away somewhere.

“I just like the sound of it,” Satoru answered as he grabbed at your thighs once again, positioning them on his shoulders, placing a wet kiss on your inner tight.

Your head fell back in pleasure when he bent down, slowly licking your slit from bottom to top before giving your clit a light suck. He then pulled away slightly and you could already see his lips glistening, his arms wrapped around your tights firmly.

“Tell me you´ll marry me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, not familiar with this type of foreplay and not sure if this was the right setting for this type of discussion. In response to your silence, he dove back in, his tongue eagerly working on your clit – Why did your boyfriend, besides being rich and extremely hot, also have to be good at just fucking everything?

As soon as you left a moan out and he felt your body start twitching at his ministrations, he leaned back once again, “Tell me.”

He looked at you so hungrily that you heard yourself answering before even realizing, “I´ll marry you, Satoru.”

“And that we will have a big, beautiful family.”

And suddenly, it all made sense: Gojo Satoru, the single most powerful sorcerer in the whole world, unraveled at the thought of marrying you, of you being his, of being loved and having a happy family. Your chest filled with so much love suddenly; your boyfriend was such a loser.

“I´ll give you all that,” You agreed.

Even if it was a fantasy, for this moment it didn´t have to be.

You gave him the answer he wanted, and he excitedly went back to his job after hearing your words. His tongue expertly lapping at you in between kisses and sucks, one of your hands flying to grab at his hair to try and ground yourself. Even after years with this man, you´d never be able to get used to just how good he was at fucking you - and today especially, after a long time of not being touched because either you or him were always away for work, you were feeling extra sensitive.

Satoru knew exactly what to do to get you squirming in record time, flatting his tongue to draw circles against your clit, flicking his tongue from side to side, up and down, fucking it into you and it just drove you absolutely crazy. Even his groans of pleasure as he ate you out with so much hunger, vibrating against you, got your head spinning.

“I´m close,” You moaned, as if he didn´t already know.

“Not yet, hang in there,” He stopped, breathing hard and turning his head to the side, vehemently kissing the inner part of your thigh twice more before sitting up on his knees. “I´m having fun.”

He completely ignored your whines of protest, sitting you up so his face was now right in front of your boobs. Satoru smiled in victory at the view, softly sliding the two straps of your dress down your shoulder until all the fabric fell to your waist. Your boyfriend wasted no time, kissing all over the skin of your chest and leaving what soon would be many deep purple marks, his thumb teasing your nipples.

“Have I told you how much I love your boobs?”

“A few times,” You joked in between gasps, you both knew he would tell you that like, at least once a day.

“If I could just hold them all day I´d be the happiest man on earth,” Was the last thing he said before his mouth latched around your nipple, your back arching into the touch.

Once Satoru was satisfied with his work, he gently pushed you back into bed and climbed on top of you, supporting his weight on his two arms. At this point, you were just praying that he would fuck you already, you were dripping, walls clenching around nothing so desperately it hurt – and your boyfriend wasn´t much better, in this position you could feel very clearly how much his cock was throbbing.

You whined in need as he stared at you with his pretty blue eyes and laughed at your desperation – as if you couldn´t see he was about to cum in his pants too.

“What does my baby want?” He smirked condescendingly, amused at your need.

“To be fucked,” You groaned.

“Ah, anything for my wife,” He agreed, now only supporting his weight on his left arm as he snaked his other hand in between your bodies. “Just let me open you up first.”

You would complain you didn´t need to be prepped, but before you could say anything, his middle finger was already inside you and you forgot what you were going to say. He gently and languidly pumped his finger in and out a few times, adding another when he considered you were good to go.

You were a whiny mess, especially when he curled his fingers and found spots no one ever could before.

“Will you take my family name?” Satoru asked suddenly, his face right in front of yours, attentively watching your expression, his hair tickling your forehead. You were too out of it to even process the words coming out of his mouth. “You know the Gojo Clan is one of the most important and powerful clans in the country. It would sound nice, Gojo Y/N.”

He smiled kind of sadistically at your dazed expression before continuing, his fingers not stopping even once, “Or I could take your last name, I don´t mind. Who gives a fuck about the Gojo Clan anyways? I just suggested it ´cause I´d love everyone to know you´re mine.”

Satoru sped up his fingers and you grabbed his arm, your whole body shaking as your high approached, “But if you accept, you´ll be the heiress of everything, everything will be yours, including me. You can do anything you want, order whoever you want, and spend whatever you want, I´ll let you rule over it all, one snap of your fingers and it´s yours. My wife, the head of the Gojo clan.”

A dragged-out moan left your lips not only because of his restless fingers inside of you, but also because of the whole scenario he was painting, he wanted you to have it all, he wanted to be the one to give you everything. He felt the way your walls were squeezing around him and smiled, slowing down his fingers, “But for now, I´ll be a good husband and fuck my beautiful wife until she´s crying.”

At that, your eyes lit up, quickly sitting up to unbutton his shirt as he unzipped his pants. Once he was done with his trousers, he started helping you with the buttons and you abandoned your task, deciding to litter the already exposed parts of his chest and abdomen with kisses, an “I love you” leaving your mouth in between each touch of your lips on his skin – Because you did, you loved him so much.

The show of affection drove Satoru crazy, harshly throwing his shirt away. You were equally insane at the sight of your boyfriend in just his boxers, practically salivating as if this wasn´t the thousandth time you´d seen him like this. He caught you looking at him in pure awe and smiled, leaning over you for a quick sweet kiss before getting rid of his boxers.

“I´ll get you a ring so big it´ll weigh on your finger,” He informed as he climbed on top of you. “Everyone will be able to spot it from miles away.”

“Don´t want it, just want you.”

“You already have me,” He held your face, his eyes so intense you froze for a second. “Always had, always will.”

“What a simp,” You teased as if you weren´t right about to cry.

“Only for my wife,” He smiled, admiring your face.

“And now will my husband finally please fuck me?”

You said it kind of jokingly, but the title appeared to do the trick anyways; you felt his cock twitching against your thigh before he grabbed at one of your legs, pushing your knee slightly up and groaning as he grabbed his member to position it against you.

After all this lovey-dovey talk, you kind of expected Satoru to want to make slow gentle sappy love to you, and you wouldn´t exactly mind since that was amazing as well, but oh you were so wrong. You had miscalculated how horny the thought of being your husband got your boyfriend, because as he entered you, a loud groan left his lips and while normally he would wait for you to adjust to his size, this time he just kept going. At least he was slow with it, slow enough that you could feel every vein, every inch of his skin against your walls, every ridge, every bump.

You dug your nails into his back to distract yourself from the discomfort as he bottomed out, his lips open in a silent moan, and you caught yourself thinking about how lucky you were; out of everyone in the world, you were the only one who got to see the Honored one like this, so vulnerable and beautiful and yours.

“You feel so good,” He breathed out, beginning to drag his cock out. “Every fucking time.”

You didn´t care if it hurt, you wanted him to destroy you, “Satoru?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

As he started fucking into you again, you lost your words, but the pleading look you gave him and the drag of your nails down his back sent him the message loud and clear.

“Oh,” He smirked. “How am I so lucky?”

You felt his lips on yours as he began to speed up his hips, his right hand wrapping around your thigh so he could pull you flush against his cock. You cursed, feeling like you were being impaled, “Fuck.”

“To have a beautiful sweet loving wife who wants to be fucked like a slut.”

His hips were so smooth yet so fast, knowing all the right angles to get you biting at his shoulder and squeezing your walls around him.

“And you know what´s the best? All these men wanting you will have to know you´re only mine.”

It came as a surprise to you after a few months of dating that Satoru Gojo was a jealous boyfriend. It made absolutely no sense to you, considering that he was… well, Satoru Gojo. Like, what do you mean the strongest and most powerful man in the world, who could end all civilization with a flick of his finger if he wanted to, got bothered when you and Nanami took a cooking class together?

However, you kind of liked his possessiveness over you, especially when it made him thrust harder into you, got his tongue in your mouth in public, or his hand around your neck at a bar.

He felt the way you clenched at his words, breaking apart from you with a groan and flipping you around before you could even process what was happening. The way he could just throw you around so easily got you moaning into the sheets as you arched your back waiting for him.

Satoru didn´t leave you waiting for long, a second later he was already bottoming out inside you once again, and the hotel sheets were proven to be good quality when they didn´t rip under your fingers as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

You were completely lost, brain scrambled as you communicated through moans and gasps, especially when he pulled you up by the neck so your back stood against his chest. His hand stayed there, holding you in place and choking you as his other hand teasingly found its way down your abdomen, finding your clit as its destination.

Your whole body was shaking, Satoru´s arms were probably almost bleeding with how harshly your nails dug into it so you wouldn´t scream.

“You were made for me. Your pussy was made for me,” His moan was raspy against your ear. “Mine. Only for me. Your husband.”

Satoru was close and you were doing your best to buck your hips back to meet his thrusts, already at the edge too with the way his finger kept rubbing number eights against your clit. You stretched your hand back to grab at his hair, stupid at the feeling of being fucked open. He groaned at you pulling his hair, biting your shoulder to warn you he was about to cum.

“Inside,” You rasped.

He literally shivered at your words, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he thrust into you deeper than anyone had ever been before, including himself. Your vision went blank, your orgasm hitting you without warning and no time for you to prepare yourself, your body twitched violently as gasps left your lips, knowing you would have fallen like a doll if Satoru hadn´t been holding your neck.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” He cursed, losing control at the way your walls were crazily clenching around him.

His wet and warm mouth was soon on your shoulders, desperately kissing the bite marks he was leaving. You barely felt as he came inside you, or how his cock twitched against your walls, or how you could barely breathe with how tight he held your neck once his orgasm hit, too lost in your own pleasure. You did hear the beautiful noises coming out from his lips, prolonging your orgasm.

Once the two of you came back to reality, breathing hard, Satoru gently let go of your neck, softly rubbing his thumb over the red marks. As expected, your legs failed to hold you and your chest met the bed a second later, your eyes closed to try and come down from your high.

Satoru stayed on his knees, eyes glued to the way you were dripping out because of your walls´ spasms. He just couldn´t help himself, gathering all his cum that spilled with his fingers, ignoring your whines of protest, and pushing it all back in.

“Just a second baby,” He answered dazedly, his fingers still working.

He was obsessed, addicted to the view. No matter how much your body twitched because of the overstimulation, he couldn´t stop pumping his fingers into you, feeling how wet and slick you were around him. He groaned at the way your lips were swollen because of him, thumb gently rubbing your clit. He continued until your whines turned into moans, until your hips stopped trying to run away and instead bucked back against his fingers, until he felt himself getting hard again.

You didn´t complain when you felt his cock entering you once again, his lips worshiping your back as your eyes remained closed, slightly arching your hips to give him better access as he slowly and gently fucked you. Satoru caressed your hair and kissed your temples, your nape, your eyes, all while calling you beautiful and telling you how much he loved you.

…………………………………………….

“Gojo Satoru.”

Sensing your tone, he didn´t answer in pure fear.

The silence made you leave the bathroom, staring at your boyfriend who was in bed looking at you with wide eyes, “What´s wrong, baby?”

“We´re at a beach resort,” You said in between gritted teeth. “How the fuck am I supposed to go to the beach when it looks like I have been mauled by a bear after being dragged around town by a car?”

“I´m sorry, I got carried away.”

“Oh my god, call Martha and cancel the SPA day tomorrow.”

“I can give you a massage-”

“You´re never touching me again, Satoru.”

He smirked at that, “Yeah, give me a few hours and we´ll see.”

You hated that he was right.

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slushycoookie · 5 months

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Spa Day ~ Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Content: You and Miguel go to the spa, mainly fluff, gets smutty towards the end, "wife" and "girl" are used, thigh grinding, masturbation, perhaps a hint of a praise kink, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Had an idea to do a cute spa day with Mig. Enjoy!

“Welcome to the Sunny Side Spa! Are you checking in?”

The receptionist asked, smiling wide as you and Miguel walked inside. You were too busy taking in the peaceful atmosphere to respond. Admiring the soft bright lighting, harpsichord music, and divulging in the lavender aroma.

Miguel stepped in, “Yes. For the deluxe package?”

“Wonderful! Right this way!” You took your husband's hand, following the cheery woman down a hall and to the right, where the showers and locker rooms were. “Please wash up and put on our robes so we can start your ultimate spa experience!”

Your heart sped up in excitement, trying to contain it as you and Miguel went your separate ways in the locker rooms. Sunny Side Spa was a new spa that opened up on Earth-438, being highly recommended by some of the spiders in Spider Society. Ben mainly as he raved about his experience. Saying he suggested it to a few others too because it was that good. Jess came to you a few days later about the same spa and then so did Peter the day after. All boasting about their experiences, wanting you and Miguel to go too.

They mentioned how difficult it was pushing Miguel to go out and try new experiences. Especially after his major role in forming the elite spidey team. But once he started dating you, he was open to branching himself out. Even more so after marriage.

So when you brought up the spa trip with him, he was interested. He didn’t think he'd even been to the spa before when he couldn’t remember the last time he's had a massage or a facial. You weren't sure yourself. Hence why it was clear you two had to get in some relaxation time.

The cream-colored robe you put on felt like cotton. It was warm and soft to the touch with notes of eucalyptus hitting your nostrils.

Miguel was waiting for you, leaning against the wall while listening to the receptionist rave about the deluxe package. You didn't catch much of it, only hearing a little bit about a deep tissue massage.

“Ah you too look adorable!” She complimented before motioning you all to the massage room. The lady repeated what she told Miguel about everything that's in the deluxe package. A deep tissue massage, followed by a manicure, pedicure and a facial. While you all were fed complementary food and drinks. And as an added bonus, a private sauna room you can go to at the end of the wellness visit.

The lady handed you a pamphlet of the details in case you forget as she left you two in the room to wait for your masseuse. Your eyes caught the option to do hot stones in the massage to maximize muscle relaxation.

“Maybe you should pick this one.” You pointed out.

Miguel glanced over your shoulder, letting out a playful huff. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing…” You teased, “My man works hard. Just want to make sure we're making the most out of our stay.”

He hummed, kissing the side of your head. “I appreciate the thought, baby.”

The massages you received were out of this world.

Once meeting with your personal masseuse, you lied face down, uncovering your robe for easy access. The masseuses' hands roaming every inch of your bare back. Rubbing spots along your muscles that you didn’t even know were tense. All of the tension built up inside faded away once the soft fingers of your personal masseuse melted it away.

You couldn’t help but groan loudly at the feeling, hearing your masseuse laugh. “Feel good, yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Miguel was enjoying his massage as his groans resonated in the room. While he occasionally instructed his own masseuse where they should rub the most. Any semblance of worry that your husband wasn’t going to enjoy the experience were gone.

Hints of jasmine from the essential oils lingered as hot stones pressed along your back. Not hot enough to burn your skin but to soothe your body. The personal masseuses left the room, wanting you two to lie on the cot for a little to fully relax.

“Cariño?” You hummed in response, “I might fall asleep.”

You giggled as you could tell by his low tone. “Fall asleep, baby.” You weren't too far yourself, body desperate to doze off in pure bliss. Miguel’s soft snores weren’t helping either as it blended well with the gentle music that was playing.

After you and Miguel got some shut eye for a few minutes, your masseuse woke you up for the mani/pedi. You took the lead as Miguel trailed behind, walking a tad slower to get adjusted from his nap. The section of getting the hand and foot massages was in a large area outside. A closed off section that was decorated with tons of food at your disposal. Fruit, veggies and mini sandwiches with a variety of alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks.

You quickly snatched up a grape as you sat back in your reclining chair, grabbing a drink of water while waiting on the nail artists to arrive. There was an option of getting your nails painted too, which Miguel willingly said yes to your surprise.

“Ooh can I pick your color?” You asked as they handed you a palette of nail colors to choose from.

“Go crazy.” Miguel said, not paying you any mind as he messed with his chair that had a massage function built in.

You decided to pick black for him, the glittery kind that shined in the light. You opted for a dark blue, like his suit, also sporting a shimmery shine.

The techs were really thorough while doing your hands and feet. Placing them in a tub of warm water, scrubbing away the excess skin. Trimming your nails and toes to a decent length. You watched them rub oil across your arms and legs too before they effortlessly painted your nails and toes. You glanced over to see how Miguel’s looked. He wiggled one of his hands to show it off. Black fit well on him.

Your face was soon covered with a mixture of ingredients you couldn't recognize. The green concoction had a clay-like texture, but it was cool against your skin. You watched the spa workers carry a bowl of cucumbers to finish off the facial. And you couldn't help but get excited when they said you could eat the veggies once the facial was finished, earning a laugh from your husband.

“Can I eat yours too?”

“Sure, mi amor.”

They allowed you two to relax in your chairs for a bit. The soothing sensation of the mask really helping. Your nail techs also recommend waiting to touch anything for a bit while your nails dried, making sure their hard work didn't go to waste. That didn't stop Miguel from inching over to nudge your hand with his pinkie.

“Hm?” You said, completely in the zone of your relaxation.

“You look adorable right now.” Miguel chuckled.

You held back in removing a cucumber from your eye, “Put your cucumbers back on.”

“I will. Just let me look at you.”

“You've seen me before.”

“Not with green stuff all over your face.”

You removed one of your cucumbers, opening your eye and immediately snorting at Miguel’s green covered face. “You look adorable too.”

He gave another affectionate nudge before following your command by putting on his cucumbers.

After the delightful facials, you two made your way down to the saunas. You could feel your face glowing from the extra care. Both of you had to change again into some towels, having a similar texture and color to the robes you wore.

You and Miguel had 30 minutes inside before the staff checked on you. And you felt like you were in heaven as you leaned against Miguel. A warmth radiating throughout the room that relaxed your muscles and your mind. His arm draped behind you, leaning back against the bench, legs spread a little wide. You could tell he was enjoying it as he leaned his head back, taking it in.

Something in you honed on his neck, a slight sheen coating his brown skin. His adam's apple bobbing slowly. You swallowed hard at the hair on his chest, following it down to his happy trail and unable to see the prize under his towel.

“We should come here more often.” His voice caused you to jump, not expecting him to say anything.

“Oh yeah, we should.”

Miguel sat up, red eyes landing on you with a grin, “I know you liked the massages.”

“Of course I did.” You shrugged, “So did you, right?”

He nodded, “I did. But I know you really enjoyed them.” Miguel sat up a little and inadvertently spread his legs wider, “I heard your cute little noises.”

You huffed, trying not to get affected by what he was saying. “It wasn't intentional, it just felt good.”

“I know, nena. I'm teasing.” His hand rested on your side. It felt extra hot for some reason. “Sit on my lap.”

You eyed him suspiciously, “Why?”

“Because I want you to.” He said, sounding innocent.

“We can’t have sex in here, Miguel.”

Your husband bit his lip to hide his amusement, “Who said we were having sex? Your mind is awfully dirty.” You shot a glare towards him. He completely ignored it before patting his thigh for you. Somehow you found yourself on it, hands on his chest for support.

“I'm serious.” You warned before he captured your lips. It was gentle yet passionate. His hand placed on your back to keep you there while your tongues danced with each other. You wanted more when you parted, wanting to lean back in but you stopped yourself.

“We can’t…”

“We're not having sex.” Miguel reiterated as his hand moved to slowly unravel your towel. You didn’t protest, as a glimpse of your breast poked through, your towel loose enough to ride up to your hips. “Grind on my thigh.”

Your hips moved on command, your cunt rubbing against his covered thigh. The plush towel not irritating you at all but the complete opposite as you lowly gasped. Miguel’s hand took its rightful place on your back for stability. His eyes honed on how you were grinding against him.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes flickered to his hard cock coming out from his towel. Standing tall and proud due to your actions. You wanted to touch it, but he beat you to it as he lifted you up gently, plunging two fingers inside you. You whimpered at how embarrassingly wet you were before watching him use your arousal on his cock.

His eyes never left your body as yours watched him stroke his cock. His thumb running along the tip to collect pre cum before using it for additional lubrication. A quiet squishy sound was heard through the hum from the sauna. But you kept going, eyes fluttering shut to focus on what you were doing.

“Eyes on me.” He commanded.

You gazed at him, your stomach twisting as he was still watching you. Intense eyes filled with pleasure. Your hips faltered when he unraveled more of your towel from your body. It was dangling from your form, barely hanging on. But this way he was able to see your breasts move from the hip movement. And your covered sex rub along the fabric.

“Fuck…” He swore, picking up the pace of his strokes. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Miguel…” You moaned, your clit hitting a perfect spot amidst your lazy grinding. That caused you to arch your back and pick up the pace. Miguel’s other hand is still on you, gripping a bit tighter.

“I should fuck you right here.” He grunted, spreading his legs even wider to get a good angle. “But I listen to my wife.”

“Sometimes.” You muttered, enough for him to let out a breathy chuckle. Your thighs started to ache as your cunt pulsed while you felt yourself getting closer. You wanted to shut your eyes and chase it but it was more addicting to look at Miguel’s steely focus on you.

“Wait for me.” He sighed, voice starting to get hoarse. You slowed down for him to catch up. Which didn’t take too long as his rough hand gripped your ass, the cue for you to go. So you kept grinding. Your back arching more and allowing the towel to slip completely off. That earned a groan of approval from your husband, his face turned from the undeniable pleasure.

“Baby I need you to come. We don't have much time.”

“I-I know.” You struggled, whining as you were nearing your peak. You had to ignore Miguel’s demand this time by shutting your eyes to focus on that feeling. Your body exploded, pleasure shooting all over you. Thighs squeezing against his while you quietly cried for him. Any other time he wouldn't like how quiet you were but he didn’t complain.

Miguel wasn’t far behind as cum shot out, staining his abdomen. His death grip from your ass gently released as he heaved. You rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow back down to his original pace.

You and your husband were practically glowing after getting out of the sauna. The two of you changed back into your clothes before making your way to the front of the establishment.

The receptionist waved to you and Miguel as he made the payment, “Did you two enjoy yourselves?”

“We definitely did.” He glanced at you with satisfaction while you held in a grin.

“Awesome!” She handed him the receipt before waving you two goodbye. “Thank you for coming to the Sunny Side Spa! Have a good day!”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #slushycoookie writes

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winslowat3am · 2 years

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-poke with stick- you alive? where’s the spooky szn music stuff?? i sent requests twice but you ignore. #feelsbadman #imannoying T_T.

I'm back (not really)! Sowwie. Hiatus, kind of. On vacation with friends/fam for my birthday (it's Oct 23rd but I celebrate the entire month cause it's the only time I get to be self centered, lol), so yeah. You're not annoying me. We've been on vacation since the 12th. My set up is back at home, so I couldn't take requests for or make any music right now even if I wanted to. Quick update (wanted to share this since I never make personal posts anymore):

The ocean sunset here is so beautiful, I love simple things like this. It looks like the sky is hand painted every day. My favorite thing here is the view (& this bathroom). As soon as you walk through the lobby it's like boom - vacation. The best thing about traveling, for me, is feeling like I'm on a high. The rooms overlook the pool & beach, the suite is a full apartment. Also obsessed with this shower & tub.

The location is so convenient cause there's tons of restaurants not far from the island & onsite. We had a poolside lunch delivered yesterday from one of the restaurants nearby & there were different healthy options available (shrimp salad, veggie rolls, sandwiches, fruit, ceviche, etc) which I love. The executive chef at the the resort has a passion for farming & local cooking so pretty much all the herbs & the greens used on-property are grown right here, in a huge greenhouse. It's so cool. New plants are springing up!

They also have a spa, golf course that was fun, gym, breakfast cafe, indoor pool, onsite activities like nature tours, fitness classes & a kids' club. We visited the spa, which was fun, I had a hot stone massage & facial while Yas had a deep tissue massage. & every night we've been bar hopping like drunks, lmao. We had scallops, steak & potatoes, bruschetta-watermelon & feta pizza with cucumber - a new favorite of mine, & cake for dessert.

It was my idea to roast marshies & make s'mores, trying to get into the fall spirit. 😏 Also, we did some fall shopping earlier in the month & let me tell you I think I have a candle problem. We bought a lot of scents. Sunrise Woods, Cinnamon Vanilla, Pumpkin Pecan Waffles, Caramel Pumpkin Swirl, Cinnamon Irish Cream & Vampire Blood. Vampire Blood.

I digress. We're leaving tomorrow & are going to spend the rest of the month at Disney Paris for Halloween. So I'll probably be back home sometime November & then I can do music requests (& post a really funny Pumpkin Spice video that I've been wanting to). I'm just taking a break/focusing on my life & my family. Don't wait up. 🖤

#Also wtf is up with this new wave of blank blog bots & them only following specific blogs (mine included) & in the same order?#Ew *scrunches nose*#personal #vacay #ask #answered #hiatus

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wonderlandhour · 3 months

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Fae Spa

Having thoughts about a fae spa in twisted wonderland. Pixies combing through your hair and pick at any dandruff. Larger faeries giving you massages. Nymph's bathing you in a natural spring. Elemental Sprites doing different treatments (like hot stones and ice facials).

Also thinking of Silver who goes to a spa like that every year as a birthday present from Lilia, having NO IDEA that they're very very expensive and exclusive. As in any human who goes has to have an invite or letter of recommendation from a fae. Sebek and Malleus who also go sometimes but do know about that part of it.

Now thinking of Malleus, Silver, and Sebek taking some of their friends there for special occasions. Kalim getting a letter from Malleus after a party and asking for another for Jamil. Leona and Vil both getting one from Malleus after the Fairy Gala, Lilia giving one to Idia as his long time gaming buddy. Azul getting his hands on one after helping Silver during a sleep attack from Lilia.

The whole housewardens group getting to go together.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #disney twst

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tickleman2719 · 2 months

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Haven’t shared any original content yet…. Here we go!

Spa Day

Today started out with a gift in your mailbox. It’s a small package with your name but no sender information. You take the package into your home and jump in the shower. After you towel off you slip into your pj’s and grab the box from the table. You sit down on the couch and open it to find a certificate for a full spa day! You become overjoyed as you read the treatments you’ll receive. A hot stone massage, a seaweed wrap, a manicure, pedicure and finally a facial. You see that the spot is set for Saturday so only 2 days until you go. After the excitement wears off you start to realize how ticklish you are and hope you can handle the treatments.

Saturday arrives and you pull into the spa and are greeted by Heidi a beautiful German woman standing 6 ft tall. Her beautiful blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and her blue eyes glistening. Her toes exposed with a pretty pastel pink. She’s a giant compared to you but she’s being such a sweetheart. Heidi guides you into the locker rooms and assists you in removing your clothes. This is new to you as you’ve never been to a spa so it must be normal. Once naked, Heidi wraps you in a towel and picks you up and brings you to a room that’s dimly lit with candles and only has a single table in the middle of the room. Heidi lays you face down and removes your towel. You’re starting to get nervous as she grabs your wrists and attaches cuffs to them that are already attached to the table. After binding your wrists you feel Heidi do the same to both of your ankles. As she’s strapping in your right foot her pinky finger gently glides down your sole and forces out a giggle. Heidi asks if you are ticklish? You nod your head but don’t want to say the words out loud. Your face is looking through the hole in the table and you feel Heidi starts to pour warm oil all over your body eliciting soft giggle every time she touches one of your weak spots. The warmth from the oil helps your body start to relax, even with the light tickles.

You feel the first stone being placed and open your eyes as you weren’t ready for the heat. When your eyes shoot open you realize you are able to view a screen that shows what Heidi is doing. You enjoy watching the top down view as the stones are all over your body. Heidi leans down next to you after the last stone is placed and whispers into your ear, “ I’ll be back in 15 min.” Your eyes never open from her voice, you just slowly start to fall asleep as the warmth on your body feels like a warm embrace. You wake up suddenly as you hear a timer go off. Your eyes open and you see Heidi removing the stones. Then you feel Heidi’s large hands start to kneed and rub your sensitive skin. You make soft moans as the massage feels wonderful all over your body. After another 30 mins, you feel Heidi start to slide her fingers down your sides. You giggle again but see now that she is looking up at the camera and smiling. “Are you ticklish sweetie?” Heidi asks. Your mouth starts to go dry and you say Yes in response. Heidi is now focusing on your sides and you are no longer giggling but are now in full blown laughter. Your body shakes on the table as Heidi works her way up your ribs and starts to tickle the sides of your boobs. Your body is now thrashing as this is one of your worst spots! Your laughter is also now hysterical and you start to beg for her to stop. Heidi obliges and you feel the cuffs removed from your hands and then ankles.

She has you stand up and tells you it’s time for the sea weed wrap. Your body is still recovering from the laughter as you feel her start to wrap the wet sea weed from your shoulders down your body. After you feel mummified Heidi hoists you up and places you face down again on the table. The sea weed feels great agains your skin but you’re worried as you can’t move, except for the ability to wiggle your toes. Your body feels more constricted then when you were cuffed and you start to get nervous as you watch Heidi move to the bottom of the table. You see her grab a stool and take a spot at your feet. Now your heart is racing as you realize she’s going to work on your hyper sensitive feet. You feel her strong thumbs press into your soles and you sigh as it feels amazing. She carefully and methodically massages all over your soles and toes. Gently pressing each toe to relax and calm your body. After 30 min. of this wonderful massage, you feel her hands remove for your soles. Your eyes open again as you almost fell back asleep. They fixate on the screen as you see Heidi remove her hair tie and let her blonde hair flow down. She sits back down on the stool and you see her look up again and smile and show you the hair tie on screen. Then your worst fear comes to fruition as she binds your big toes together. You can no long wiggle your toes and you feel her nails lightly trace down your soles. You automatically go into a frenzied laughter even with the lightest of touches. Heidi realizes she can play with you like this and she starts to wiggle her fingers furiously over your helpless soles and toes. You flop in your cocoon as you watch and feel Heidi destroy your soles on screen. You start begging Heidi for a break and a chance to catch your breath. Heidi tells you if type kiss and worship her soles she will give you a break. At first you fight it and tell her you’ll never suck on her toes but after 20 min. of relentless tickling you submit to her request. Heidi stands up and slides off her sandals. She then lays on her stomach underneath the table and her bare soft soles come into your view. You feel Heidi tracing her nails on your soles as you reach your tongue for her sole. She’s stops tickling and shoves both size 11 soles directly into your face. You kiss and lick all over them and suck on each and every toe, paying special attention to her soft giggles as you lick between her toes. She withdraws her feet from your face and slides from under the table kneeling at your soles. You feel her take both of your bound big toes into your mouth and start to giggle. It feels amazing as she laps her tongue up and down your soles but it tickles as well. Another 20 min of her worshipping your soles and your body is once again relaxed. Heidi finished and stands you back on your feet after removing the toe tie. She slowly unwraps you and you can feel how soft and sensitive your skin has become.

Heidi asks if you’d like a towel and you decide to stay naked for the mani, pedi, and facial. Heidi guides you into another room where you take a seat in a pedicure chair but then see straps on the seat. You sit and Heidi straps in your hands and feet. You once again feel helpless as Heidi fills the soak tub with water. Once filled Heidi releases a lever that drops your legs and inserts your bound ankles and feet into the water. It feels great as the bubbles tickle your toes. As you start to relax Heidi puts a blindfold onto you, you protest but she stays quiet. Your body goes limp as you hear the door open and hear two voices approaching. At this point your body is at attention as you feel the warmth of 3 people now standing around you. You stay quiet and listen as Heidi speaks. “ I have brought in 2 more technicians to assist with todays final portion of todays treatment. You feel both hands being done at once and start to relax. You also feel Heidi pull your legs out of the water and start to scrub them. You’re now bouncing in the chair as Heidi scrubs your sensitive soles. You then feel 4 hands dig into your ribs and sides of your breasts. Your laughter is peaking new limits as all 3 woman tickle torture your helpless body. This continues for 45 min with the two women at your sides scribbling their fingers all over your stomach, belly button, ribs and since you stayed naked they’re fully accessing your sensitive breasts. Meanwhile Heidi has been switching between the brush and her fingers as she continues to destroy your smooth soles. You hear Heidi say “Stop” and all 3 woman stop tickling you. Your head is hanging down as you feel all three women applying the polish. Your blindfold is removed and replaced with a warm towel. You feel your limbs being released and you relax in the chair after your ticklish adventure! You fall asleep only to be awoken by Heidi, and you’re in your panties and bra laying on a bed. You sit up and ask how long you were asleep and Heidi explains it’s normal after treatment to sleep for a couple hours but you have been out for 3hrs. You thank Heidi for everything and dress yourself. As you exit the spa Heidi calls your name and you turn around. She asks you for a friend to send a care package to for a free treatment. After you tell her, you ask who sent you one. Heidi replies by saying yours was payed for by an unknown source. You shrug your shoulders and drive home. The entire way home you can’t stop thinking about how ticklish and submissive you were to lick another woman’s foot, but you loved how relaxed you feel at this very moment. You pull in and make your way to the door.

On your front door you see a note that says “ I hope you enjoyed a taste of what’s about to come! I’ll see you soon!”

Your heart stops as you have never told anyone about your tickle fetish. You walk inside and think of who it might be. You make a martini and relax on the couch, contemplating who wants to tease and tickle you. After awhile you pass out. You awake abruptly to realize you are naked again and bound to your bed, unable to wiggle at all and you can’t see anything. As you try and speak you realize you’re gagged and can only make noises. You feel someone sit down next to you on the bed and lean over your body. They whisper into your ear, “I’m glad you had fun, but it’s my turn now!”… it’s a man’s voice and your body goes limp as you know you’re in for a full night of relentless tickle torture.

To be continued….

#original content #ticklishfeet #story time

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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Thing of the Past- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch7 (Hard Feelings Part 4)

SUMMARY: You can't avoid it any longer: Five has to meet your parents. It goes more wrong than you could possibly imagine, spiralling to bring up secrets he'd rather stay buried.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine- Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven/Epilogue

Can the French countryside and good wine offer Five some respite?

Chapter contains some era appropriate deadnaming of Viktor.

⚠️Please heed content warning⚠️

Chapter 7: Therapy

You had checked in utilizing your very broken French. While Five is a polygot, French is, surprisingly, not in his repertoire beyond the basics. The check-in clerk had taken pity on you and switched to English as soon as the conversation became too advanced for your paltry (though valiantly applied) vocabulary.

Five wears a cleanly styled linen suit over a t-shirt yet is already too hot. You fare slightly better in a kaftan sundress. Back in New York, after Lila brought him back, him putting on this outfit had been the thing to convince you that he really was coming. You hadn't needed his apologies: you'd forgiven him even as you stared into the empty shower.

Now, you’re sitting together on the honeymoon suite’s terrace, looking out on the kitchen-garden nearest to you and fields of lavender, vine and olive-tree stretching off into the hills. The air is balmy and the herbal smell of the surrounding country seems to drift and play on the breeze, carrying sweet lark song along with it.

Turning his face to the sun and stretching out like a cat, he fans himself with a new panama hat.

“I gotta say, if I’m going to have a breakdown, I really couldn’t choose a better place.”

You squeeze his hand and pour him another glass of champagne.

“Well, here we are. We take things at your pace.”

He pulls his sunglasses down.

“How’s this for a plan,” he says, crossing his legs and reclining further in the sun lounger, “First, we go to the spa. Maybe go for a schvitz, then cool off in the Kneipp basins, then we get you a facial or a massage and I’ll have a jet shower, (think I’ll leave anything that involves being touched by a stranger for a few days), then we have dinner, maybe order some wine, then some more wine. And then I’ll get fucked up beyond all recognition, take you to bed and see if I can't throw a quick fuck into you without crying.”

He's trying to style it out with self-deprecation, downing the whole glass of champagne in one.

“You had me until the last part,” you smile. This is a little worrying. His hand feels fragile under yours, old somehow.

“That was just a rough sketch. We’ll iron out the kinks as we go.”

“No massage or facial for me today. Maybe we’ll get a couples one later if you feel up to it. But everything we do, we do together. If you’re getting fucked up, I’m getting fucked up. If you fuck me and cry, I fuck you and we cry together. You get me?”

He grins shakily, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it with the gratitude he can't speak.

The resort is beautiful, nestled between mountain ranges in the countryside of Southern France. The buildings are rustic and airy; exposed beams running between traditional cobble-stone walls. Inside the floors are wood or stone-tile; the inner walls are covered in simple, light plaster and occasional half-wainscoting. Thin curtains flank the windows within and wooden shutters without. Inside stays blessedly cool, while the sun almost cracks the flags on the terraces and beats down on the vines, sweetening the growing fruit.

As the afternoon wore on, Five had relaxed, even kissing you in the steam room once it was deserted. He’d scooted along the wooden ledge like a boy edging towards his crush, smiling sheepishly. Slowly, he moved his tilted face towards yours. You’d stayed still, letting him test his own boundaries. His eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back again, only closing his eyes when the sides of your noses touched. He’d stayed like that for a moment before, fraction-inch by fraction-inch, he closed the gap between your mouths.

His first touch was gentle: a tender but close-mouthed press to the corner of your lips. The second was the same but to your cupid’s bow. His breath had quivered across your lips and his hands gripped the bench beneath him as he opened his mouth slightly. When he had taken your lower lip between both of his, you could feel him tremble.

Eventually, haltingly, he’d deepened the kiss and you’d allowed your lips to match his tender siege. When you’d broken apart, (quickly, for fear of discovery), there had been a familiar glint in his eye that you were happy, if surprised, to see. He looked on the verge of suggesting you head back to your suite right away but something had shifted inside him and he’d looked away instead, smiling guiltily and rubbing his neck a little.

At dinner, you get through a bottle of wine between you before the appetizers even arrive. By the time they do, you’re both extremely giggly. Five's laughter verges on the unhinged at times but you're glad to see him acting this close to happy

“They are never going to accept American bookings ever again.”

He snickers, “Well we gotta keep up our international reputation as obnoxious assholes. GARCON?!” he raises his hand and voice to a passing waiter.

“FIVE!” you hiss, embarrassed but amused.

He orders you another bottle of the wine from the unamused waiter.

"Désolé monsieur, mon mari..." you search for the appropriate phrase and the waiter smiles.

"C'est bon, madame. He is having too much..." he eyes the empty wine bottle, "fun?"

"Oui," you grin and Five nods emphatically at this description.

By the time the main courses arrive, you’re on bottle three.

“Can I try your steak?”

“Nope.” he says, through a mouthful.

“What, asshole, not going to let your wife try a bit of your dinner?”

“Nope.”

“You tried mine!”

“You offered. I didn’t.”

“What happened to ‘what’s mine is yours’?”

“Don’t remember vowing that one.”

“Fine. Be like that.”

You reach across the table and stab your fork at his beef, successfully spearing a bit. His fork attacks yours, knocking the meat back onto his plate.

“I’ve killed with a fork and I can do it again!” he threatens, laughingly. A woman at the next table gives you a disapproving look.

“I think we should skip dessert." you say, laughing guiltily, "We’re embarrassing ourselves.”

That’s what you end up doing, taking the last third of the final bottle of wine up to your suite.

You flop down on one of the couches by the artistically distressed fireplace and light the huge candle in place of a fire. On the other side of the chimney breast is your pristine bed, spread with crisp white sheets.

Five pours you both another generous glass of wine.

“Salud, dearest.”

You clink and return the salutation. He drinks deeply. He’s had more than you and your head is already swimming.

“I could asp-bolutely go for a massage tomorrow,” he slurs.

“Eh. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“I’m coming all the way here and not taking advantage of it all. My back’s tight as all shit.”

“Well…there’s no rush. We can stay as long as we want.”

He waves the hand holding his glass airily, sloshing the wine onto his pants.

“Ah shit.”

You cross to the bathroom unsteadily and return with a hand towel, kneeling beside him and dabbing at his thigh. As you feel the wine soak through the towel, you sense him trying to draw your eye. As you meet his gaze, he grabs your wrist, leans towards you and kisses you fiercely. When you respond, he tugs your wrist towards his crotch, encouraging you to palm the growing erection between his legs.

You turn away, moving your hand away from him by an inch or so. He kisses your neck feverishly.

“Five, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Yes,” his voice is breathy, his nose nuzzles you a little too hard, a little too desperate, “Call it therapy.”

“Five."

His kisses are getting sloppy. He breathes you in, one hand still on yours, manipulating your hand again to knead his crotch. His other arm pulls you forward.

"No."

“Mmmphh?” he’s not paying attention, grinding his hips into your palm.

“I said No!”

First you push him and then he pulls himself away like he’s just received an electric shock. All the colour drains from his face and then floods back. The shame and fear flare in his eyes- he looks on the point of, blinking, running, hurting himself or who knows what, so you grab his upper arms.

“No. No. Don’t worry. It’s fine. You’re drunk. We’re both drunk. I don’t think this is right for you. That’s why I said no. Not because you were doing anything bad. Ok?”

His eyes dart around the floor. He doesn’t seem to be listening.

“Tell me you get it?” you say, shaking him, “You just didn’t hear me. Don’t fall into blaming yourself. It’s not your fault.”

You pull him down so he lies against your stomach, his wet pants sticking to his legs. He resists at first but then accedes, letting you hold him as you continue to whisper:

“Not your fault. It's Ok. Not your fault.”

You rock him gently, stroking his hair. After a few minutes of silence on his end, you think you’re finally getting through to him. Soon, he whispers:

“Can I…tell you about it?”

“Of course. I might not always know what to say, but I can listen.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long few minutes. You don’t prompt him. It’s like you can feel the whirring in the head beneath your fingers. Finally, he speaks.

“I liked it.”

“Ok.” You keep your voice neutral. He needs to lead this.

“After the first time, whenever she’d touch me, I’d get hard. Like my dick was Pavlov’s fucking dogs.”

He falls into silence as you flounder, out of your depth.

“That must have been-"

“-I feel like a fraud using the word ‘rape’ about it. Because…No, I didn’t like it, but I undressed myself and then I’d let her...and every time, I’d get hard and I’d come and it felt good.”

You stroke his head, massaging your fingers into his scalp. You hope your touch is enough to reassure him of your acceptance and empathy.

“My whole life I’ve been at the mercy of whatever my body wants. Eating cockroaches when the hunger got so bad it hurt, coming whenever The Handler told me I could, craving sugar and jerking off 24/7 when I was going through puberty- both times.

“Like your body keeps betraying you?”

“Exactly.”

“But that’s what bodies do, right?”

“Huh?”

You fucked up already trying to just listen and you’re too smashed to convey ideas eloquently.

“Never mind. I just mean, bodies are ph-physio-logical, right?" You're not sure the six-syllable word came out okay but he hangs on your words nevertheless.

"Bodies just react to stuff. Your dick got hard because that’s what dicks do. You got hungry because your body was trying to keep you alive. You wanted candy during puberty because all the hormones and jerking off and whatnot uses a lot of energy or...whatever.”

He turns his head, watching the candle flame flicker.

“I guess. I just hate being out of control of it.”

“But aren’t we all out of control of it?”

He doesn’t answer, lost in a memory.

“One time she was touching me," he brings his hands up to face in demonstration, one of his fingers parting his lips. “I told her I didn’t want to. But then she grabbed me through my pants. And she...felt how hard I was.”

He puts on a higher, silkier voice that sends a chill up your spine:

"Part of you wants it Number Five. It's not a big part, but a part nevertheless."

He’s clearly experiencing it again- flashing back in that really-real way that only someone who suffers as he does can. You ease his fingers away from his face, interlacing yours with his. You squeeze his fingers a little harder than would be comfortable; acting as a counter weight to keep his consciousness anchored in the present. It takes him a few moments to throw off the vision.

He takes a deep, deep breath, “I let her do it. And it felt good...and bad."

And then he laughs suddenly. His face twists into its most derisive lines. Directed at you, it would be enraging; directed at himself, it's heart-breaking:

"Ever wonder how I found out that I hate any more than one finger up my ass," the laughter intensifies, slightly hysterical, "who knew it could bleed for days, right?"

"Oh Five."

You blink away tears and he scoffs: clearly he doesn't believe he deserves your pity.

"I could have blinked away at any point, but I didn't. I was too..."

Halfway through the thought, the hot anger fades.

"And even now, sometimes when I think about it...I get hard.”

He whispers this last part, flushing deep with shame.

You wince in sympathy. You can’t let him explore this idea any more without comment lest he fall further into the well of self-blame. You try to keep the slight slur out of your voice.

"Would you say the same to me?”

“Huh?”

“So, say I’m holding a gun and a guy touches me: I say no but then he puts a hand down my panties and feels that I’m wet. If he fucks me without consent, would you say I let him do that if I didn’t shoot him? Even if I came from what he did to me?”

He rolls to look up at you. He seems to be really considering this.

“Killing someone is different from injuring them or blinking away.”

“Okay, fine. What about...Aoife."

"Don't."

Your voice trembles as you push back your own instinctive repulsion at invoking your baby's name in this context. Five holds out a hand in an instinctive warding-off gesture, eyes closed against the thought.

"She can blink. Or will when she's older-"

"Don't!"

"-in your position, would she be letting it happen if she didn’t blink away?”

“No!" he says, horrified, "of course not!”

“Then what makes you different? Because you're man?"

"No." he says, though by his tone you know it factored unconsciously into his thinking. He opens his eyes and takes a second before settling on another way to blame himself.

“I kept going back.”

“Ok. Why was that?”

“She was my boss. The Handler- that’s what it means. She handled the Temporal Assassins.” He laughs darkly, “I guess with me she took her title more literally.”

“Because she had power over you?”

“Yeah. I guess. I couldn’t not go back. Without the Commission it was back to cockroaches and freezing winters.”

You give him a small shrug and jerk of the head, face saying: Well, what could you do about it, then?

And, in his answering look, he takes the point.

You both take a few moments to collect yourselves. You think you've got through. You continue to stroke his hair, swirling dark locks between your fingers.

“Do you think it was just you?” you ask, finally.

His brow contracts in thought.

“I... guess so...I never thought about that.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if there were others. People who leverage positions of power in that way tend to make a habit of it."

He hems, so you push him ever so slightly.

“How does that idea make you feel?”

“I don’t know…” and then, with a return to his usual irony, “are you trying to therapize me?”

“Yes. $140 please,”

He laughs softly and you lean over to kiss his head.

“I think there’s more to say…but maybe that’s enough for tonight.”

You stroke his forelock out of his eyes.

“Bed?”

“Yeah.”

As you snuggle under the sweet-smelling sheets, you pretend not to notice his erection when you put your arm around his waist. You feel it even though he shifts away quickly.

It takes a long time for you to fall asleep but, once you do, he cries softly; biting down on his clenched fist to contain the sobs. He's glad his shaking breath and body doesn't wake you.

For this time of year in Dallas, it had turned out a fine day. November sunlight reflected off the bottles behind the bar, flashing occasionally as the bartender walked from one end to the other.

The Guinness was rich, fortifying. His chin rested on his closed fist and the briefcase sat at his feet, pressed tightly against the bar with his shins. Waiting was ninety percent of his role. Soon, it would be time for him to take his position, time to assemble the gun, time for the bewitching quiet before the storm.

He was nearly there; he could sense it. Decades of planning were nearly coming to fruition. He was missing…something…but he knew he was close; a single flash of inspiration and he’d know. He'd be able to do what his entire life has been leading up to: avert the apocalypse, save his family and go home.

He took out Vanya’s book and flicked to his latest lines of proof for the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles. It seemed…okay…but the faint needling in the back of his mind wouldn’t fade.

He jumped as something was placed down in front of him with a thunk. The bartender stood on the other side, one hand still on the cannister. Five met his grim eye contact and gave a confirmatory nod; his master’s voice.

Resting his book face down and open on the bar, he unscrewed the tube and pulled out the scroll within:

All the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. She knew? How deep in his head was she? Shit, he couldn’t even think now without her knowing about it? He felt panic rise as he screwed the memo into a ball and thrust it into his pocket. The barman eyed him with a raised eyebrow. Did he know? Did all the Commission know? About his plans? …. Maybe even about what he kept letting her do to him?

He mentally shook himself. There was no use in thinking of it, not right then. Maybe not ever. To calm himself, he picked up his book again and read between his own scrawled equations, trying to relax. To focus.

‘Though prone to arrogance and outbursts, even more than the average preteen, Five was my sole confidante in the years before he disappeared. It almost seemed fitting that of all the siblings to leave us, it would him, who I fully trusted and who fully trusted me. Five wasn’t always one to comfort me but he was the least susceptible to Dad’s manipulations. He felt he could be more open with me as I didn’t have abilities like my other siblings, I was non-threatening.'

Sweet, quiet little Vanya. She was his sole confidante too. Who knew she was a simmering ball of rage, just like the rest of them?

…He hadn’t found her in the wreckage, in the brick dust that got into his lungs and developed into the hacking cough that still plagued him. Alone. So alone but for Dolores.

Wasted landscape, the smell of rotting corpses. Falling ash. Fires burning and burning and burning and burning and-

When he wakes up with one of his regular nightmares, he’s clammy with sweat. It’s one of the bad ones after which he takes a short time to remember where he is.

“We’re in France, Five. You’re safe.”

His breathing traps in his throat; barking there. He wipes his forearm over his face, scrubbing at ash he’s convinced is there.

“Family!”

“They’re safe. You saved them, remember?"

“Vanya!" he calls, fevered and unhearing, “Luther?”

“Viktor, Five. He’s fine. They’re all fine; you did it. Klaus just got some of his art into a gallery. Viktor’s still first chair. Remember we went to his concert last month? He played Mozart's violin concertos? Luther and Sloane are happy and-”

"Viktor..." the name begins to contextualize it for him- it brings him closer to the present, “...Aoife?”

“She’s safe. Can you remember who she's with?”

You hold his head to your chest and kiss his hairline.

“She’s…she’s…” his wide eyes dart wildly, as if searching the recesses of his mind for the recollection, “she’s with…Diego. Diego and Lila…and Santi.”

“That's it: she's back at home.”

You hold him as his breathing, though still hard, begins to sound less constricted.

“I miss her.” he manages.

“Me too sweetie.”

You help him slow and deepen his breathing with the counting exercise you always use. When he's breathing better, you sing him Dusty Springfield again. It helps.

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chickensarentcheap · 9 months

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:D I think I put too many, answer whatever you want lol

1, 3, 4 6, 7 9, 13, 14, 16, 17, 20, 21, 22

How do they celebrate their birthday?

Tyler always makes sure that Esme is spoiled! Mind you, not just on her birthday, but he tends to go even more overboard then lol. If it falls during the week, they wait until the weekend and start it off with the kids making her breakfast in bed and giving her a spa morning/afternoon. So a facial, massage and cupping, pedi and mani, sometimes something done with her hair. They will have friends over like Esme's sister and sister's girlfriend, Koen, Clover and Andy. So just a lot of relaxing and hanging around outdoors, dinner on the beach, cooked over an open fire. Her favourite cupcakes and a cake made by the kids. And he always takes her on a birthday trip, a week to one week away :)

3. What do they wear when they're just hanging out at home?

Esme is a lover of comfy things! Yoga pants or leggings if it's cooler outside, yoga shorts or denim shorts if it's hot as balls lol. A baggy t-shirt always. She adds a hoodie of Tyler's if it's chilly. And she ALWAYS wears a pair of her many Crocs outside lol.

4. What is their house like?

After all the renovations and additions, it's a modern farmhouse. Seven bedrooms, six bathrooms, a handful of out buildings, a small pool/house. A mix of elements really: wood, stone, siding on the outside, high ceilings with aged wood beams, granite counter tops. Something like this but with fieldstone mixed in:

6. What will always make them smile?

Definitely Tyler and his teasing, the way he'll ruffle her hair and sneak a kiss to her cheek or pat her bum when walking by her. And the kids' laughter and Addie's giggles and incessant chattering.

7. What will always make them cry?

Talking about the moments on the bridge in Dhaka or the baby she and Tyler lost in the third trimester. Between the twins and Declan.

9. Favourite book

She has so many she loves! Her fave of all time for sentimental reasons is Bridge to Terabithia.

13. Tattoos:

She has more than most people realize lol. She has a large peacock tattoo where the head is between the breasts and it goes down her stomach a bit and then onto her left cage and ending with a fanned out tail on her back. She has a little fox behind her left ear. A dragonfly on the side of her left ankle, a seahorse on the back of her right calf, and her and Tyler's initials and birthdates on the inner right bicep.

14. What was their first kiss like?

It was when she was fourteen and an older girl at school (just two years older) that was crushing on her, approached her in the hallway and just sort of pinned her against the lockers and kissed her. Totally consensual, mind you.

16. They find a genie and are granted three wishes. What would they wish for and why?

For all her children to happy and healthy for their entire lives. To take away the physical pain that Tyler struggles with every day, and the take away his mental health issues.

17. They're stranded on an island and can only bring four items and one companion. Who and what do they bring?

A good book to read, her journal and pen, a bottle of her favourite rose, a comfy blanket. And she'd choose Tyler over everyone and anyone :)

20. What kind of accent do they have?

I've never thought about it. Do people from Colorado have an accent? I suppose in the main series she may have picked up a slight Aussie accent.

21. What is their most prized possession?

Definitely that cheap leather bracelet Tyler bought her in the Dhaka. That thing has been through a lot and he's had to repair it several times and she refuses to part with it

22. Have they ever stolen anything?

Other than a few hearts along the way? ;). when she started her period as a pre-teen, she stole tampons and pads from a drug store because her mother was completely useless

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essentialsspringhill · 3 months

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namig42 · 1 month

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It's been a while since I did one of these, but I kinda miss it! So here is a random scenario I thought of earlier today for my OCs that I thought was cute!

My OC Party at the Spa

Vero and Helena

Vero is absolutely a spa fiend. She loves every treatment and loves being spoiled by the staff whenever she has the chance and exploits the place for every perk she can get. Going to spas regularly was one of her favorite privileges growing up as a noble.

She is the one that brings the party to a spa because she misses the finer things after being on the road for so long and coaxes everybody into enjoying themselves. The reason her and Helena are together is that Helena is terrified at the prospect of letting her guard down around strangers and has a terrible time relaxing. Vero is there to guide her more than anyone else and help her enjoy being pampered for once. Eventually, Helena starts to unwind and realizes she really likes being doted on. She especially likes the face masks and baths, which is coincidentally Vero's favorite parts too.

Wyndolyn

Wyn doesn't quite understand the hype around most of the treatments, but she enjoys the baths and the massages. Facials and things like that seem a bit pointless to her, but a hot stone massage or just a good muscle rub is what has her melting into a puddle.

Dahlia

Dahlia really enjoys everything the spa has to offer, but goofs off a bit too much and doesn't enjoy the treatments the way they're exactly intended. She loves the experimental treatments or the different kinds of baths like a salt bath, an ice bath, things like that. The weirder it is, the more intrigued she is to try it.

Lazlow

Lazlow doesn't really care for being touched by strangers, especially if he's unsure of what to expect. He opts out of most things and decides to curl up in the baths for the whole spa trip. He likes the warm water and watching his hair float around his half submerged head.

Sahed

Sahed's favorite part is anything to do with his nails or his appendages. A hand or foot massage and a mani pedi sounds lovely to him. Plus, he enjoys the feeling of being served and being able to observe it in full.

Gardon

"What is this place? What are these strange rituals? Why is this a mortal custom? You find pleasantry in being smeared with strange things?"

Gardon is a confused ancient man and does not understand the appeal of anything happening here.

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If you read everything, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this little hypothetical!

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mossyivy · 5 months

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Ollie being a mama’s boy is so cute.

Even when he’s a teenager; he’d still wanna hang out with his mom. He’s what—14/15? A big old 9th grader in highschool now. He’d probably buy his mother flowers every Mother’s Day, or sometimes just randomly if he had the money.

She’s thank him over and over again; pressing a billion kisses to his face like she always did when he was a baby, and he’d just try and act embarrassed and mumble ‘Mom…’ under his breath, but in reality; he loves it. I think he’s one of those really tall kids, so he’d probably have to bend down for her. But he didn’t mind, he was still a mommy’s boy at heart.

Sometimes the two of them would go out together, he’d probably drag her to hot topic or something to get a new T-shirt from his famous band. She’d just look around and be like “Honey…Are you sure this is the store you wanted to go too..?” He’d roll his eyes and just say yes.

- Anon! 🎀

Even at 15 Ollie is still a massive Mama's Boy. She's one of his best friends besides Violet. He definitely gets along with girls more than anyone else since he's such a docile guy. Not really the rowdy rough type. More of a chill, relaxed, theater nerd who loves music and wants to be a musician one day.

He'd hangout with his mom so often it be a regular occurrence for Chris to come home late and find Ollie relaxing on his side of the bed just talking about anything and everything with his mother. Chris would be so tired he'd just tell him to scoot over and he'd lay down. 😂

Ollie may not be biologically Chris's kid but he's definitely as tall as Chris and I personally picture her as a shorter woman. So yeah, he'd definitely have to bend down for her to drown him in kisses. He'd definitely pretend to hate it but he loves his Mom. He appreciates everything she's done for him (especially after he got older and she told him about his bio Dad but Ollie would still whole heartedly view Chris as his father regardless)

I picture Chris's wife becoming a stay at home Mom once they get married so she has "Girl days" with Bella like twice a month once the kids get older. They go out. Get their nails done, get facials and massages. Eat somewhere super nice and do a little shopping. But one day Bella cancels on you last minute but you're still gonna have a nice day!

So you go out with Chris's credit card and he'd pull up the statement his phone when he got home.

"Why is there two charges for Foot and Stone Spa?" You just chuckle, looking at Ollie and bumping him with your elbow. He pulls his hands out of his hoodie and he has a nice manicure with black and red nail polish.

Chris just stands there for a second and nods.

"Alright, glad you both enjoyed yourselves."

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cousinconnie · 2 years

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Okay yall for those who don’t know I work at a spa now, so I bring to you-

AOT characters at a spa!

Eren: it’s not his idea to go to a spa AT ALL,,, like letting some rando touch all over him??? Being vulnerable? Hell no. He only comes in because Mikasa gave him a gift card. He gets a deep tissue massage because he figures in the strongest one to get? Becomes absolutely obsessed. He’s now a regular.

Mikasa: she goes often for sport massages. Loves them fr. Absolutely does not need any sort of facials because her skin is flawless but considers getting one anyway??? Absolutely silent and glaring before the massage, glowing and smiling after.

Armin: He’s a hot stone kind of guy. Always pays extra for aroma therapy in the room is always INSANELY tense and needs like the strongest Massage Therapists 😭 always tips them directly.

Sasha: (what do you mean she can’t eat the Himalayan Salt!?!) she likes to hop around and try each therapist/aesthetician. SUPER chatty in the lobby but everyone loves her.

Connie: works front desk 😈 gets in trouble for being too loud. Spills something at least once a day. Hates closing shift because he has to clean but loves opening shift because he likes to do the phone calls.

Jean: gets weekly facials. Goes in grumpy comes out happy as hell. Will only go to a SPECIFIC aesthetician. Only trusts them with his face!! He gets those special led light masks and buys whatever product his aesthetician tells him to.

Reiner: silent going in, silent coming out. Gets a standard massage with lavender aroma therapy, scalp massage, and a hand massage. Always 15 minutes early. Tips well AND gives the front desk a tip too. Low key probably the favorite client.

Levi: is a massage therapist. Specializes in Deep Tissue. Takes forever to clean his room during closing which means front desk has to wait for him 😭 they probably stop booking him later in the day for that reason.

Hange: is an aesthetician, LOVES doing the chemical peels on people’s faces. LOVES WAXING PEOPLE. Is a little too chatty for a real spa environment but always gets a ton of tips!

Erwin: gets a massage on the 20th of every month. passes out on the table every time. Always tips 15%.

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I Was Born To Love You

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Thanks so much for the love!

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“The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.”

The next morning, Robyn could tell Taron was giddy about his upcoming spa treatments and after they had eaten breakfast at the buffet, back in their room changed into their swimwear and made their way towards the spa. They were greeted by a pristine staff member who guided them to their personal room. Beautifully tiled, it was bright with light from a skylight above their heads, a pale sandy colour scheme running through the whole room. A jacuzzi was fixed into one side, a small waterfall flowing gently into the water, the sound echoing through the room. Two sun loungers were set to the side, blue cushions on them which matched the colours of the small square tiles that lined the jacuzzi and there was some easy listening music playing quietly through a speaker invisible to the eye. In front of the small pool were two curtains which contained a rainfall shower and further into the room, a counter with a full jug of water with lemon slices and cucumber in it. The room smelt fresh, clean and Robyn felt the nudge from Taron as they walked into their own private spa for the next few hours.

They followed the staff member who led them past the little pool and to the opposite side of the room from the main door.

“In here there is a heated jacuzzi you can use. Please be careful as you step in and hold the hand rail. Robes are just to the left and towels are rolled and on the shelf. There is also a mini fridge here which has a selection of beverages and a fruit bowl is on the table for you both too as well as the flavoured water and a few snacks. The main swimming pool is through the door opposite and there is access to the outdoor pool from the main pool. There is also a steam room and sauna at the main pool if you would like to use it.” The staff member gave them a smile. “You are booked for the morning until two pm. Mr Egerton your treatments will begin at ten thirty. Your facial will be first followed by the massage and your therapist will come to your room here to bring you to the therapy room. Miss Quinn, while I know you have no treatments booked, if you like to change your mind, there is a spa menu on the table and you can just let us know.”

Robyn shook her head. “I am going to take advantage of the swimming pools thank you.”

“Sure, no problem at all. Well please enjoy your morning and if you need anything at all, there is a phone there on the wall which connects right to reception.”

Once the door was closed, Robyn fully grinned as Taron did a cute little dance in a circle. “Happy?” She asked.

“Just a bit.” He replied. “A whole room to ourselves for a full morning and afternoon, with cucumber water, robes, a jacuzzi and mini fridge.” Dancing back over to her, he stole a quick lip kiss. “Thank you for booking this for us.”

“You are more than welcome. Dolphins for me and spa for you.”

“And two treatments too?” He grinned.

“Two.”

“Which you picked. Facial and massage? Should I be worried about what you choose? Or like I said last night, can you please be my therapist?”

She gave a chuckle. “No need to be worried. I picked two you will enjoy. A facial specifically for men’s skin and just a normal traditional massage. No hot stones or seaweed wraps.” She walked into his arms as he hugged her.

“And you are just going to swim? Are you not even tempted by a facial?”

“And scrub away my new freckles? Not a chance. The lady said there was an outdoor pool. I can swim and tan while you get a little pamper.”

With a kiss, they decided to take some time in the jacuzzi first, then moved to the soft blue beds to lay back and relax in their robes. When the therapist knocked on the door, Robyn got up to let her in and took her leave to the swimming pool. She didn’t mind at all that they were going to be separated for a little while. Taron deserved the treats and he had been so good following her around the aquarium, it was his turn for something he loved. There were a few other guests in the inside pool but Robyn headed for the one outside, no guests around as the heat of day beamed down and she breathed in the beautiful warmth around her. A little chilly at the first, the water in the outdoor pool was gorgeous and Robyn swam some easy lengths, taking her time and not over doing it. Still always aware of her anaemia, she took to a sun lounger after a while to soak up some more sun.

She knew Taron’s facial and massage would take about two hours and waited a little longer before going back to their room. Peaking in the door, Taron was alone and laying back on the soft blue cushion of the lounger by the jacuzzi. He was in the robe but it was open and his left arm was hanging off the side of the bed, his right leg bent at the knee. She walked over to him and just smiled at how peaceful his face looked. His face was a little red, his hair a mess too but content and worry free. She dropped the towel she had at the pool on the other chair and sat on his lounger on his right side. She was sure he felt the cushion move but his body didn’t react.

“That good huh?” She asked him, his lips lifting in a tiny half smile.

“Hmmm.”

“You get a head massage too?” She asked. “Your hair is a mess.”

“Nope. Just back.” He replied lazily.

Robyn placed her right hand on his chest and used her thumb to gently stroke over his heart, his chest lifting and falling in easy breathes. They were only five days into their ten-day sun holiday and already he was a golden-brown colour, similar to hers and she dragged her index finger down his stomach, teasing a little under his swim shorts, a peak of whiter skin on show. She loved the reaction he gave her, a little jump with his leg from the unexpected touch and she caught his eyes as they finally opened. His lifted his left hand to gently take her wrist, placing her hand on his chest, Robyn smiling at his actions. “Is now a good time to tell you I brought Stella’s bikini with me to the spa?”

Both of Taron’s eyes opened and he moved to sit up on his elbows. “Oh you did, did you?”

“Hmm yeah. Like I said, it is more suited for a private function.”

“Can’t get more private than a private spa for two.”

“It’s a once off and then a change back.”

“That bad” He asked, a half lobsided smile on his face.

“Just not for me but I thought you’d enjoy it.” She saw his eyes widen and his grin grow. “Give me five.”

Robyn stood up and grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom. While she did call it a bikini it was really a one piece and Claire who had convinced her to bring it. She would never been seen in it in public. Actually she would never be seen it in at all but there was a little smile on her face as she fixed the so-called suit so it covered her body. There wasn’t a sign of a tan line on top with the way the material sat but as the lower half was not a traditional pants shape, the white tan line from her usual bikini bottoms were on show. Of course, Taron had seen all the tans line she had, and her his but the suit made it much more obvious. Black in colour, she adjusted it once more and then stepped out of the bathroom.

The wolf whistle made her blush and Taron was up on his feet, robe forgotten and he was by her side in seconds, his hands immediately on her bare waist. “I will have to send Stella a thank you note.” He said biting his lower lip. “Fuck me Robyn, that’s not a bikini. I don’t even know what this is.”

“It’s material that covers what it needs to cover.” She replied but her tone was light. Taron’s palms ran up and down her bare sides, his fingers crossing over the material that stopped below her belly button, up her stomach and towards her neck, his lips immediately replacing his fingers as he kissed chlorine scented skin. Her eyes closed and her breathing immediately changed and she pressed her hands onto his chest to give him a light push away. “And that is why this is needed for private.”

“You would get a very uneven tan if you wore this on the beach.” He chuckled.

Robyn’s laughter joined his. “So very true and why it has not been worn in public and will never be worn in public. It will probably not be worn again to be honest.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Really Taron. Not a suit suitable for any use at all.”

“I could quickly find a use for it.” He winked and dipped his head to kiss her neck again.

“Taron…”

“You know, as much as this is fun and…” He kissed her lips and was biting his lower lip again. “Well…” He took a long breathe. “Lots of fun.” He added. “Maybe we can do a private spa in our room and you can actually be my therapist and give me a head massage wearing this?” He rose an eyebrow her way with a gorgeous boyish grin on his face.

“You need to book in for that and I am afraid, I am all booked up at the moment.”

She squealed when he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands around his neck and knew exactly where she was going, the splash a small one as he gently dropped her into the jacuzzi, Taron quickly following after her.

“All booked out?” He asked her as he pulled her onto his lap, his hands brushing wet hair from her face. “I had no idea you were so popular.”

“My head massages are renowned.” She giggled, her hands lifting straight away to his hair, her head tiling to the side. “Thought she didn’t touch your hair.”

“She didn’t.”

“Yeah, then why it is all oily?” Robyn asked. He opened his mouth to answer her but closed it again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She leaned in to kiss his forehead. “But I can always make room for my favourite and only rocketman.” Kissing his lips, she got up from his lap. “I am going to put my suit back on. This is really not appropriate for a spa.” She climbed out of the jacuzzi but turned back to him. “I have a date this evening, but I am free after that.”

Taron only grinned as Robyn walked away, his eyes firmly on her back as she went, telling his whole body to calm down and relax. Daring, extremely revealing and so un-Robyn like, the suit was not what he was expecting at and he gave himself a mental note to thank Stella for it.

Robyn was back with him in a minute and joined him in the jacuzzi, pressing the button for the bubbles as they sat and chatted. As their time in the spa came to end, they folded their towels and placed their robes on the bed. Making sure they had everything they brought with them, took one last photo, Robyn trying to smooth Taron’s hair down but it was no use. They thanked all the staff and headed back to their room, deciding to do a quick change, go for lunch at the buffet and then make their way to the pool for a few hours, before getting ready for their date.

Robyn had no idea where they were going, Taron just saying it was dinner and as she routed through the clothes she had brought with her later that evening, picked a dress Stella had sent her. White with some pink flowers, it was pleated and went below her knees and tied around her neck. Pretty and feminine, it was perfect for a date night. She smiled into the mirror thinking about her dinner date. It had been a very long time since she had been asked on a date and nervous butterflies were low in her stomach. She told herself not to be stupid, it was just dinner with Taron but still, a date. Brushing her hair through, she left it straight and only added a brush of mascara through her lashes and a dap of nude lipstick to her lips. She had some nice sandals, again from Stella to finish her outfit off and standing up, smiled as Taron was buttoning his shirt. Dressed in black slacks and a patterned shirt, he looked as handsome as always.

“So where are we going?” She asked coming to sit beside him on the bed.

“Dinner.” Rolling her eyes, she lightly gave him a push, smiling as he kissed her cheek. “You will find out soon enough.” He looked back as his phone rang and on his feet, he walked to the locker. “Mam.”

“Answer it.” She told him. “I am just ready.” She headed for the bathroom and let Taron answer the call to his mam. Double checking her outfit and with a spritz of perfume, she made her way into the bedroom, a quiet bedroom. “Taron?” She called out but heard no answer so figured he was on the balcony again showing his sisters the view. It had been a treat for them to see the ocean from their hotel room, the sandy beach beside it, both begging to be brought for a visit so they could see the dolphins too. Robyn didn’t know when she would be back in Clearwater and was just determined to continue to enjoy their time together. They still had four days left by the ocean and had planned to do nothing more than sit on the beach for those days. Checking her phone, it was near seven-thirty and she wondered if Taron was near finished on the phone. Apart from dinner, the only other thing she knew was that the reservation was at eight. It was all she had managed to get out of him and figured they needed to leave soon if they wanted to make it.

Her head turned when she heard a knock on the door and guessing Taron hadn’t heard it as he was still on the phone, walked out of the bedroom to the door of their hotel room, opening it and stepped back with a surprise.

Taron stood leaning against the door, a bunch of vibrant flowers in his hands. “Ready for your date?” He asked.

“What on earth are you doing out there?” She asked, trying to keep the stupid grin from her face as he stood outside their hotel room, a gorgeous lobsided smile on his face.

“Picking up my date.” He replied handing her the flowers. “You look beautiful.” He said as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“You are a tosspot.”

“Your tosspot date for the night.” He chuckled. “So, you ready to go?”

Robyn smelt the flowers and nodded. “Sure. Thank you for these. They are gorgeous. Would you like to come in?” She stepped back and Taron chuckled as he walked into his own hotel room. “Let me pop these into some water.” A pint glass from the press was all she could find and once filled with water, placed the bouquet into the glass. “Taron these are so lovely. Thank you.”

“You are welcome cariad.”

“Let me get my bag and phone and we are all good to go.” Robyn left him and quickly picked up her bits, grabbing the card key from the counter as she walked past. “You left the room to come back again?”

“I had to collect my date.”

“Are you going to tell your date where we are going?” She asked as they left the room.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“With my life.” Robyn said firmly.

“Then I promise you that you will like it.” He assured her, taking her hand.

Outside the hotel, he guided her to the left and they walked two blocks before he took another left turn and stopped outside a restaurant. It was a way they had not wandered through yet and Robyn had not seen the restaurant before, but it looked really lovely from the outside, right on the beach. “After you.” He opened the door for her and once in, placed his hand on her lower back as they headed for the reception desk.

“Good evening. How can I help you.”

“I have a reservation under Egerton.”

After looking at her book, the hostess gave him a smile. “Sure, I have you here. Table for two. Great.” She picked up two menus. “If you would like to follow me, I will bring you to your table.”

Taron let Robyn go first, his hand still on her lower back and he could tell she was smiling as they reached their table. The outdoor section of the restaurant was lit with hundreds of white fairy lights and with no railing, their table was right by the sand, the moon reflecting on the ocean further out.

“Your server will be with you in a few, if you would like to take a seat.”

“Perfect. Thank you so much.”

“Sure. Have a nice meal.”

As the host walked away, Taron finally got to see Robyn’s face and as expected, she was grinning.

“You specifically asked for a table right on the sand so we could hear the ocean waves?”

“Only the best for my girl.” He answered as he pulled out her chair for her.

Robyn took her seat and draped her bag over the back of the chair, reaching for Taron’s hand over the table as he sat. “This is perfect.”

“It really is.”

Picking up their menu’s, they browsed the options, already deciding they were going to order whatever they wanted. It had been a long time since lunch and both were hungry and even though it was mainly a sea food restaurant, there were lots of great options both were considering. The server arrived at their table and took their drinks order, Taron insisting on a bottle of champagne for their special date. The ordered a starter and main each, Taron going for a fish option for both while Robyn chose chicken for her main. Arriving very quickly after they ordered, their starter was presented beautifully, while the main course was cooked perfectly and delicious and both cleared their plates with ease. When the server took their plates and asked about dessert, she didn’t even finish the sentence before Robyn said yes, Taron chuckling at her.

“Yes please.” Robyn said again. “I would love the dessert menu.”

“Sure. I will get it for you now.”

Taron was still grinning as she walked away. “Keen for dessert?” He asked.

Robyn nodded. “Yes. Everything has been so yummi, I can only imagine how nice dessert will be and I am not sharing before you ask.”

His grin turned to a chuckle. “I wouldn’t even dare ask.”

“Good ‘cos I am not.”

“Well cariad that means you can’t have mine either.”

“That’s absolutely fine.”

“And two dessert menus.” The server came back to them and placed a menu in front of each of them. “Our special dessert today is a key lime pie cheesecake served with mascarpone cream and a lime curd dressing.”

Robyn’s eyes widened as she looked to Taron as the server told them about the dessert special.

“I guess you don’t need the menu then.” He joked as he picked up his to look through the other options. “They have a chocolate caramel fudge cake too.”

“Oh no…” Robyn opened the menu and found another four options she wanted to have.

“Just get both.” Taron suggested. “May as well.”

“Both?”

“Why not. I know you want to get the key lime pie thing and caramel is your favourite so get both.”

“What are you going to get?” She asked.

“I think I will go with the tiramisu but the mini doughnut holes also sound really good.”

“Get both.” Robyn grinned.

“So, what can I get you?”

Ordering two desserts each, they knew it was probably a terrible idea but they were on holiday and on their first date so it was a very special occasion and when the four plates arrived, the host took a photo when Robyn asked, wanting a nice memory for her wall of photos.

Even though they both had a starter and main, they managed to finish every crumb of cake they had ordered, Taron sitting back with his hands on his stomach, sighing very happily.

“Taron this was a most perfect meal. Thank you so much for our date.”

Leaning forward in his chair, he reached over to take Robyn’s hand and agreed. “Most perfect first date.” During their meal, a guitarist and female singer had been entertaining the guests with easy listening songs and now the mood had changed a little more romantic and as he watched Robyn’s hair blow gently in the breeze, his heart was completely taken by the woman in front of him and he had a sudden urge to just dance with her. Getting to his feet, he walked onto the sand and around the table and held his hand out to her. “Dance with me.” He simply said as the musicians started to play one of his favourite love songs by Forest Blakk and he had to get her up to dance with him. “Come on cariad, dance with me.”

Robyn looked at his out stretched hand and then to the band that was playing and back to Taron. She couldn’t tell what it was that made her get to her feet: the champagne, the music, the most wonderful evening or just him but she took his hand, kicked off her sandals and let Taron lead her onto the sand beside their table, slipping her arms around his shoulders and her right hand into his left which was waiting in the air. It was a simple little waltz they started a in a slow circle to the beat of the song, around and around, their eyes locked together as they moved. She vaguely heard the musicians invite other to join them in their dance, and could see people watching as they moved to the music but her focus was solely on Taron. Green eyes bright in the lights of the restaurant, his body was beautifully warm and he pulled her closer into him as the second verse started, making it so easy for her to lay her head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped tighter around her. From the corner of her eye, she could see others had joined them on the sand and it was a really sweet moment to see all the couples dancing to the beautiful song.

Taron pulled away for a little and giving her a grin reached out his hands for the waltz position again and Robyn laughed loudly as he guided them in a huge circle around the sand, both taking large steps still in time to the music, sand kicking up a little around them as they waltzed together until he stepped into her and wrapped his arms around her to lift her up, Robyn’s hands going to his cheeks and around to the back of his neck as he gently placed her down. Swaying slowly now, as the song ended, Robyn didn’t care that whole restaurant was watching them, she had to give him a soft kiss on his lips, another on his nose and finally his forehead, whispering I love you to him, hearing him say back to her immediately.

Dance over, they went back to their table, grinning with the other guests who had also gotten to their feet for a dance, smiling more when the musicians started another beautiful song.

“I think it might be time for the check.” Taron said as he motioned to their server.

“I think that is good idea.” Robyn agreed, not even questioning him as he paid for their meal.

Leaving a tip on their table and thanking the musicians as they walked past, hand in the hand they strolled back to their hotel and once in their room, Robyn pulled Taron to her to kiss him slowly and deeply, one hand going to his hair, the other to his back pocket of his trousers.

“So it has reached that part of the evening.” He murmured against her lips.

“I believe you booked a head massage.”

“Hmmm…” Taron’s head lowered as she scratched his scalp. “I believe I did and it came with a special outfit for the therapist to wear.” He smirked as he dipped to kiss her neck.

“Oh it did, did it?”

“Hmmm… yes, a black one.” He confirmed.

Robyn lifted his head from her neck and kissed his lips once more. She slipped around him and placed the do not disturb sign on their door, closing it again and locking it. “If sir would like to strip down and get comfortable on the bed, I will be with him momentarily.”

“Yes ma’am.” Taron grinned, Robyn walking away from him and to the bathroom and once she was gone, he quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, followed by his trousers and shirt, everything falling onto the ground in a heaped mess. Crawling up onto the bed, he sat up in the pillows and was already tingling from head to foot, his boxers tightening with each passing second.

His head turned as the bathroom door opened, jaw dropping as Robyn came out in the swimsuit Stella had picked for her. He had seen it before but it still made his whole body heat up quickly and she slowly walked over to him, climbed up onto the bed, creeped across to him, and straddled his lap as he sat.

“So one head massage?”

“Yeah… yes.” Taron agreed with a little stutter as her two hands went into his hair, her fingers digging so gorgeously into his scalp. His head dipped and groaned as Robyn increased the pressure on his hair, while she tightened her knees around his waist. He had the perfect view of her body and his hands slipped around her back, his own fingers rubbing up and down her spine, over her thighs and around to her bum, the sparse material of suit meaning it was just skin he was touching.

Robyn was finding it increasingly difficult to sit still as Taron’s hands caressed her back and legs and she moved her hands to the back of his neck, rolling her thumbs into his skin. She knew her breathing had changed and she could feel Taron’s heart beating fast as her hands ran down his chest, moving them up to his cheeks so she could cup his face to kiss him.

“Did I mention that this is a very special type of massage that comes with extra perks?” She whispered to him as his hands wandered under the front of her suit. “And they are free.”

She caught Taron’s groan with a kiss and squished herself hard against him, their bodies moulding together.

Sometime later, Robyn had scolded Taron when he added more than half the bottle of bubble bath to their bathtub, but as they lay together in a mountain of bubbles covered to their chin, she had to admit it was a good idea in the end.

“So tomorrow…” She said rubbing his forearm under the water. “I think we should work on our tans at the beach.”

“I like that idea very much.” Taron agreed, his eyes closed, so content in every way possible right now but he sat up a little and turning to her, took her hands under the water. “But I was thinking of something else.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Taron turned completely to face her. “I know I can’t go back, not yet but you need to.”

Robyn moved in the water so she could face him better and looked to him confused. “Sorry, I am a bit lost.”

Taron took a deep breath. “The 7/11 Robyn. You need to go back and I want you to.”

“What are you talking about.”

“If you go home and have not had the chance to go back to the store and get the closure you need, you will not be able to stop thinking about how close you were to really clearing your mind over it all. I want you to go to the 7/11 tomorrow and have the closure you need.”

“Taron…”

“I can’t go Robyn but you have to. Go and see Maggie and then come back to me at the beach.”

“Taron no.” Robyn sat up in the water and cupped his left cheek. “It is not what I want to do.”

“But it is cariad and I am not angry or upset or annoyed or anything like that because it something you need to do for you.” He took her hand from his cheek and placed it over his heart. “I know it means a lot to you to go back and you mean everything and more to me, so go and take your time and talk to Maggie and bring me back some turtles.”

The floor was covered in water and bubbles as Robyn threw herself at him to hug him tight, Taron gripping his arms around her wet body firmly. “Thank you Taron. I don’t know if I will go in and I don’t know if I will even make it past the car park but there is just something itching inside me that I need to go and see and try and just finally know if it is the last piece of the whole thing that I need to do and I will be back to you in no time and I won’t talk about any of it and I will give you a thousand head massages before the week is out and…”

“And you don’t need to give me anything. I just had some time to think today and I realised that while yes, it’s not something I need, you do and that’s important to me Robyn because you are important to me. I can chill on the beach and you can come to me when you are done.” He brushed wet hair from her face. “If it helps ease the last of the pain you carry around because of the 7/11 then you have to do it. It is late now but maybe send Maggie a text and tell her you can meet her tomorrow and maybe, the earlier the better?” He suggested with a shrug. “Just so ya know, it is quieter and you don’t have to go through any crowd’s when you get there and it is ok to not go in too.”

Robyn placed her hands on Taron’s cheeks and kissed him gently. “I love you.”

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