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slushycoookie · 22 days

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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!”

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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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chickensarentcheap · 5 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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mangoshorthand · 9 months

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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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mayspahairwellness · 4 months

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tranquil-ivy · 22 days

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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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cilldaracailin · 4 months

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I Was Born To Love You

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Thanks so much for the love!

Here is the next part :)

Suze xx

“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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How about if Carol and Daryl...

Had a couples spa retreat? 🥰 Let us say it's in the spinoff in a little city in the west and that is our setting.

Who do you think would be the most excited to have a spa day?

Does Carol's body hurt more or does Daryl's?

I called it a 'couples spa retreat' because that is what it is usually called but would their caretakers see them as a couple or as some other relation?

Who would be more nervous being at a spa?

Who would like the hot stones treatment more?

Who would like the cupping treatment more?

Who would prefer the swedish massage more?

Would Daryl or Carol like the deep tissue massage more?

If they get the deep tissue massage, which one has a higher pain tolerance?

Would Carol or Daryl like the foot/hand reflexology treatment more?

On a scale of one to ten how comfortable would Daryl be with someone massaging him? And ten is the most comfortable.

On a scale of one to ten how comfortable would Carol be with someone massaging her? And ten is the most comfortable.

Who would have concerns about them being treated in separate rooms?

Who would enjoy the mud bath more?

Who would enjoy the sauna room more?

How would Carol react to seeing Daryl only in a towel around his waist?

How would Daryl react to seeing Carol wrapped only in a towel?

Who would benefit more from a facial massage, Carol or Daryl?

Wine can be served in the baths for more relaxation. Do you think they would have a glass or pass?

If so, which one would Carol get out of these options: peach, strawberry, blueberry or an exotic fruit brand?

If so, which one would Daryl get out of these options: chocolate, black cherry, raspberry or passion fruit?

If they were offered a selection of cheeses, which one would be Carol's favorite?

Which one would be Daryl's favorite?

Who would be more sensitive to being touched, Daryl or Carol?

Which parts of him would Daryl be relunctant to let a massage therapist touch?

Which parts of her would Carol be relunctant to let a massage therapist touch?

Would back-pounding be enjoyable or traumatic for them?

What would the masseuse ask that could make Daryl blush?

What would the masseuse ask that would make Carol blush?

As part of the package, they get body scrubs and a wash. What scented scrub would they use for Daryl?

What emotions would he be feeling as he got his scrub and wash?

How would Carol calm Daryl down if she senses his uneasiness?

What about Daryl calming Carol down?

What scent would they suggest for Carol? Would it be something that would allure Daryl? Or would Carol go with something she likes instead?

Who would be more conversational with their masseuse, Daryl or Carol?

Would Daryl yell out or flinch at anytime during treatment? If so, when?

Would Carol yell out or pull away at anytime during treatment? If so, when?

Whose reflexes would occur more, Carol's or Daryl's?

Who would fall asleep during their massage?

Would Daryl get a butter, an oil or a cream to moisturize his skin?

Would Carol get a butter an oil or a cream to moisturize her skin?

How would they feel afterwards?

Thanksies! ♥️♥️♥️

Who do you think would be the most excited to have a spa day?

Carol

Does Carol's body hurt more or does Daryl's?

I'd expect them to put in an equal amount of work, so they should both be pretty sore or whatever

I called it a 'couples spa retreat' because that is what it is usually called but would their caretakers see them as a couple or as some other relation?

They always give off husband and wife vibes

Who would be more nervous being at a spa?

I think it would be new to both of them, but Daryl would be more uncomfortable

Who would like the hot stones treatment more?

Hmm, let's say Carol. I'm kind of wondering if putting hot stones on his back would bring up trauma for Daryl. He was branded that one time.

Who would like the cupping treatment more?

Again with the trauma :/

Who would prefer the swedish massage more?

Carol. Massages are pretty intimate, and I don’t think Daryl could handle anyone touching him like that unless it was Carol

Would Daryl or Carol like the deep tissue massage more?

Carol for the reasons above

If they get the deep tissue massage, which one has a higher pain tolerance?

Carol

Would Carol or Daryl like the foot/hand reflexology treatment more?

Carol

On a scale of one to ten how comfortable would Daryl be with someone massaging him? And ten is the most comfortable.

From someone he just met, zero. From Carol, ten

On a scale of one to ten how comfortable would Carol be with someone massaging her? And ten is the most comfortable.

From someone she just met, six. From Daryl, eleven

Who would have concerns about them being treated in separate rooms?

Daryl

Who would enjoy the mud bath more?

Daryl

Who would enjoy the sauna room more?

Hmm, maybe Daryl?

How would Carol react to seeing Daryl only in a towel around his waist?

Flushed

How would Daryl react to seeing Carol wrapped only in a towel?

embarrassed, nervous, and completely turned on

Who would benefit more from a facial massage, Carol or Daryl?

Well, I don't think Daryl would want one for the reasons stated above

Wine can be served in the baths for more relaxation. Do you think they would have a glass or pass?

I think they'd indulge

If so, which one would Carol get out of these options: peach, strawberry, blueberry or an exotic fruit brand?

Hmm, exotic fruit

If so, which one would Daryl get out of these options: chocolate, black cherry, raspberry or passion fruit?

I'm not sure Daryl would like those options haha

If they were offered a selection of cheeses, which one would be Carol's favorite?

Brie

Which one would be Daryl's favorite?

Daryl would wonder where the rest of the sandwich is

Who would be more sensitive to being touched, Daryl or Carol?

Daryl

Which parts of him would Daryl be relunctant to let a massage therapist touch?

I don't think he'd want to be touched at all, but probably his back least of all.

Which parts of her would Carol be relunctant to let a massage therapist touch?

Her neck maybe

Would back-pounding be enjoyable or traumatic for them?

I don't think Daryl would like it

What would the masseuse ask that could make Daryl blush?

Overhearing Carol's masseuse asking her to undress

What would the masseuse ask that would make Carol blush?

If it's her first time getting a massage

As part of the package, they get body scrubs and a wash. What scented scrub would they use for Daryl?

Coconut

What emotions would he be feeling as he got his scrub and wash?

awkward

How would Carol calm Daryl down if she senses his uneasiness?

By promising him one of her massages later :P

What about Daryl calming Carol down?

Reminding her he's there with her

What scent would they suggest for Carol? Would it be something that would allure Daryl? Or would Carol go with something she likes instead?

My guess is Daryl prefers a more natural scent. I think Carol would like something floral

Who would be more conversational with their masseuse, Daryl or Carol?

Carol

Would Daryl yell out or flinch at anytime during treatment? If so, when?

I don't think he'd want anyone touching him, but if he did concede, like if Carol asked him just to try it, then yeah, he might flinch.

Would Carol yell out or pull away at anytime during treatment? If so, when?

Maybe if they applied too much pressure

Whose reflexes would occur more, Carol's or Daryl's?

Daryl's

Who would fall asleep during their massage?

Neither, but Carol would be more relaxed

Would Daryl get a butter, an oil or a cream to moisturize his skin?

He wouldn't know the difference

Would Carol get a butter an oil or a cream to moisturize her skin?

Confession time. I don't know the difference either, so maybe I need to do some googling first.

How would they feel afterwards?

Carol would feel refreshed. Daryl would feel less horrible

#caryl #caryl spinoff #darylneedscarol

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