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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Sunny Side Up

For my baby @kiwi--bot ! It’s a lil late Valentine’s gift of our Destiny ocs :D

Summary: Honey knows Apollo, she’s so sure of it. She knows that voice, she knows their eyes, she knows their warmth. Yet Apollo strains away, seeming to toy with her it feels like- a possible misunderstanding that can be solved with a bit of sunshine and conversation.

Fandom: Destiny 2

Relationship: Honey (Oc)/Apollo (Oc)

Warnings: SFW, hurt/comfort-esque situation, soulmates, mentions/hint of Apollo getting frisky with people but nothing explicit

Words: 3k

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Apollo was damaged.

That much Honey understood. She’d worked with Exos near all her life, working alongside Banshee in her own shop- she knew the first signs of memory loss and corrupted internal workings. Of course, Exos were just as alive as she was, just as alive as an Awoken, just as alive and breathing as anyone else. Honey had taken to putting sticky notes up for Banshee to ensure he remembered things, jotting notes down and helpfully reminding him whenever she’d pass by.

Apollo? Apollo had been different than just reminding them of things. They seemed attached at the hip to Honey, not that she really minded, company was fine in her book. And having someone so chatty to fill the quiet air while she worked on her mods was rather nice. Especially looking over and seeing them sat up on one of the counters, swinging their legs in their expensive outfits and happily chatting of a story she’d already heard once or twice.

They were flirty, that wasn’t missed by Honey. How their hands would slide into Honey’s curly hair to absentmindedly push it behind her pierced ears, or they’d take her hands and bounce up and down in excitement about buying her new things. Or how sometimes they’d stand a bit too close, not quite looming despite their tall height, but being close enough it made Honey’s cheeks flush beneath the dark grease when she was working.

But. Honey was no fool.

~Rest under the cut~

Apollo flirted quite openly with anyone they found attractive. Hook ups that Honey got to hear of as they happily chatted and swung their legs and Honey could feel the ugly sharp fangs of jealousy enclose around her heart. “That’s nice, sugar.” She’d say while torching a piece of metal and thanking that her blast shield was down to hide her furrowed brows.

Love was...absent from Honey’s life. Getting her heart broken wasn’t on her To Do list. Oswald, her beloved ghost- may the light bless him always- was her companion. When she’d go to sleep, Oswald was right next to her on her nightstand on his own specially made pillow. Often times she’d fall asleep with her hand curled around him lightly, as if afraid he would ever leave her in the night.

Honey didn’t quite tend to take the hints from people if they did like her, and when she did, when she finally gave it a shot, there was always complaints. She worked too much, she didn’t spend enough time with them, she was out on missions, how come she always followed Cayde’s orders to a T? And then the worst was when he...when he passed. A person she’d been seeing at the time had brought up how she had no right to be grieving that long.

So now. Love was absent from Honey’s life. No one ever fit, no one clicked quite that well with her, and she started to believe that her need to work hard would always get in the way of any sort of relationship. So, she didn’t. Happy to just be with Oswald and surrounded by her plants and get up and go be a Guardian where she was needed to lead.

And yet. Apollo was always there. Even if Honey said she was busy, they’d happily twirl in their cute new expensive cloak, “Don’t be silly!!!! I’ll come sit with you- I HAVE to show you all my new cute outfits! Look at this one already!” And they’d follow her, working with her schedule just to spend time with her.

Boreas, Apollo’s ghost and glorified babysitter- according to him- took quite nicely to Oswald in turn. Allowing them both to mingle off to the side. Although Honey is pretty sure Oswald has a crush on the poor ghost, often times hearing the quick shushing of Boreas and Oswald’s soft, whispery laugh.

Honey had awoken in this life with a mission in her heart she never understood. This frantic feeling and whispering in her body of ‘Where are they?!’. All her life she thought this was her need to keep Oswald beside her. And now when she looked at Apollo, she wasn’t...so sure.

They shouldn’t have crossed her mind as a potential romantic partner. They were everything she was not. Loud, excitable, always wanting to shop and never having to work. Able to flirt and go out. But ever since she’d found them with Calus, it’s like she knew them. Anytime they said her name, it was like her first time hearing it be said. When they chirped their various pet names for her like calling her a flower, how if anyone else were to say those things to Honey, she’d brush them off.

And then just last week, what was putting Honey through all this turmoil, was Apollo showing her a symbol they drew. Explaining fondly that they’d always dreamt of this symbol and that they thought it was pretty. Going so far as to pull their choker from Calus aside to reveal the symbol of a sun on their upper chest.

The exact. Same. Symbol. That Honey had woken up tattooed with on her upper spine.

The same sun. The same pattern. The same one that Honey saw whenever she’d try to dig up research on her old life, assuming it had just been associated with her tattoo. And then she was looking at the exact same shape on Apollo’s chest.

It could have been coincidence, Honey tried to tell herself that day, only offering a few words. It could have been coincidence; She tries to tell herself as she desperately searched through her numerous journals that night of what she’d written down of her findings. Staring at her underlined notes with question marks when she’d found words hinting that she was married to someone in her old life. All the curious articles implying she’d been married to someone just like Apollo.

Apollo liked her, that much Honey understood. Apollo flirted with her just as much as anyone else, but then would go in seek of someone else to have a fling with. Something that always hurt Honey quietly.

And they couldn’t have known- could they? What if Honey was just hopeful? What if her findings weren’t entirely accurate? But a remark from Oswald confirms that she had always triple checked her findings. But if- if Apollo WAS that person she’d been married to- that was the past. That was the past, she’s sure tons of other people walking around had been married in the past and just didn’t know.

Night after night of trying to explain these thoughts to herself, tearing herself apart over it and Oswald pressing his shell to her cheek fondly as she’d let tears spill down her face. Soulmates were just a concept; They were Guardians for goodness sake! She just wanted to know her past for herself. And yet...

Now she’s looking at Apollo twirling their long cloak in their fingers and leaning on a wall as they giggle at some cute titan. Honey has seen this song and dance before, where Apollo bats their pretty eyes and talks someone into something. She’s seen it after they’d tried it on her, where it made her feel like she was just going to be another fling, another story in their book.

It hurt.

It hurt for Apollo to flirt with her, to convince her to go out with them for a few hours of relaxation from work. It hurt for Apollo to flirt, to make her chest flutter, only for them to turn back around and act like it never happened. It hurt, it hurt to be so confused of her own emotions and to have them play with her like that.

They didn’t mean to, that much Honey is sure of. They were forgetful and clearly trying to hide from something in their own mind. They maybe were using handsome and pretty Guardians around to leave those feelings behind. But were they honest with Honey? Was she something they considered special like they said, or was she just someone they wanted to fuck?

Honey doesn’t realize she’d been staring until Apollo’s violet gaze turns to her and she sees them light right up, watching as they totally ignore the titan who was clearly into them as Apollo comes skipping towards her. “There you are, fire flower!!! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What were you doin’ in your room for so long, huh? You have guests over?”

It’s spoken with a smile, but even Honey can see the way Apollo asks that question. It’s insinuating something, something that makes Honey glance back over to that titan Apollo just abandoned just to wrap their arms around her arm and speak so excitedly. How Apollo would leave anyone just to come chat with Honey, to wrap around her and gleefully talk about their day.

Were they lonely just like her? Did they feel the same but instead of hiding, they sought company of others out? Was...Was Honey just hopeful?

“We need to talk.” Comes spilling from Honey’s lips in a breath before she can even ponder her worries any longer. Almost regretting it the second it passes her lips and Apollo seems to pause. They normally don’t pick up on serious hints, but maybe those words strike something in them, feeling the familiar fidgeting on her arm.

But before Honey can swallow down her pride and retract on her statement, Apollo oh so cheerily agrees and starts walking with her towards her workshop. Once inside, it’s quiet for once as Apollo releases her to stand closeby, fidgeting with their cloak and a tic forcing them to do a quick jerk of their head in a little shake before they pipe up. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No,” Honey answers quickly, a heavy sigh falling from her lips as she takes a few steps back to rest her lower back on one of her countertops. A hand runs through her curly white bangs, her fingers brushing her bandana tied around her head to hold her puff in place. Her honey golden gaze lifts to look at Apollo staring intently at her, and she feels her heart twist at their soft expression. “No, sugar, ya’ haven’t done a thing wrong.”

Honey must look distressed, her eyebrows knitting and her hand resting on her forehead as her eyes close and she tries to focus on all this information she’s learned. How her feelings for Apollo weren’t just looking at them and thinking they were pretty, but the high sense of longing. That high sense of ‘I found you’ finally coursing through her veins. Did they feel the same? Was she just another thing to flirt with?

Hands rest gingerly on her waist and make Honey hum soft in her throat in a way that makes her throat feel heavy when she swallows. Apollo was rather physical, always touching, and now it hurt even worse to feel them trying to comfort her without invading her space too much. “Honey...?”

The way they murmur her name, their voice box wavering in a way she’d never heard. They were always so cheery, to hear them sound like that just because of her-

A tightening of her already closed eyes forces the tears to spill down her round cheeks. Her throat is tight as the words ache to spill out but all she can manage is her full lips parting, only for them to quiver as she shuts them again. When was the last time she had cried? She couldn’t remember- Oswald always insisted it would make her feel better. One too many times of going ‘I’m fine’ and sucking it up.

“I can’t do this, Apollo,” She finally breathes out, her hand falling from her forehead to wipe at her tears before her eyes open to look up at them. Their violet optics make her heart pound with how gently they look at her, confusion on their features as her fingers wrap lightly around their wrists where they hold her waist. “I can’t take not knowin’ if you’re playin’ with me. If ya think I’m just some fun toy o-or-”

Honey’s voice quivers when their eyes meet, swallowing harshly as she tries to figure out her words correctly. Emotions always got the better of people, no longer allowing rational thought. She was no stranger to natural human emotion. “What is it ya want? Ya have everythin’ ya could ever desire, ya have playmates for days, ya have Calus under ya thumb.”

Apollo’s head tilts in that cute little way they always do, furthering Honey’s distraught emotions. They look so confused looking over her face, their hands lightly squeezing her waist and one coming up to brush the new tears from her cheeks. “I want you, silly! Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” They just sound so honest, only furthering Honey’s frustration.

“Ya say that an’ then go off an’ come back tellin’ me stories of how ya got friendly with someone else. I like you, Apollo, but I’m not some one-night stand o-or toy, I ain’t gonna be someone you just toss aside-” Fresh tears spill down Honey’s cheeks without her wanting them there, feeling ridiculous for crying about a person of all things. But all the information she found out- her feelings, that feeling of ‘I found you’, even now coursing through her in hot waves when they touch her.

Apollo is quiet as their hand cups Honey’s cheek, stroking their thumb across it to wipe her tears, and Honey is helpless but to lean into their grasp. Her own hands shake as they hold weakly to their wrists, unsure whether to push them away or draw them closer as she gathers her breath and her thoughts.

“I messed up didn’t I?” Comes so softly from Apollo that it seizes Honey’s heart. She goes to say something, to calm them, to ensure they don’t fall into another episode, but Apollo continues with something that makes Honey’s eyes shoot open and up to look at them. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew...what?”

“That you’re mine, silly,” Apollo says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. They cock their head again, a twitch in their shoulder when Honey looks at them with what must be a surprised look. “Uhm- I think like. We are- or, were, together at some point? I mean, I don’t think, I know, but I thought you felt the same and I thought you were trying to take it slow-”

“What did you just say?” Honey breathes out, cutting them off as her eyes flicker back and forth between theirs, reaching up to cup their cheeks almost frantically as Apollo’s eyes light up in surprise.

“You were taking it slow?”

“No- no, no, we were together at some point- what do you mean by that?”

“Oh! When I first saw you when we were with Daddy! I knew who you were! I don’t remember things very good,” They pause there to kind of giggle, as if their own memory troubles could be funny to themself. “But I remember you! Or, well, another version of you! I thought you just wanted to take it slow, but I kinda still wanted to, ya know, have sex! So I didn’t wanna pressure you and tada here we are!”

Just like that, they’re back to chipper, only to pause again when they see Honey’s look on her face as if recognition crosses her features. Apollo seems to pout, not having the mouth to do so, but they still try. “Oh, boo! Did I make you upset again?”

Honey chokes out a laugh through her tears, dropping her hands to their shoulder to press her forehead against their chest with this loud feeling of relief coursing through her. And confusion- recognition? Oh, she couldn’t understand her own emotions. ‘I found you’ rings in her head again, surrounded by glowing hot light in the form of a celestial outline of a sun. Her sun-

Their sun.

It’s like their light twirled together in a stream of intricate ribbons that drew them back to each other. And it all makes sense now- the news articles she had seen and read. She’d been married in her old life, to someone she only saw clippings off. Someone who was dressed in the most beautiful of outfits, intricate rings along their nose connecting to their ear, beautiful gauzy hoods, beautiful saris. The face always blurred out or almost burned out.

Honey doesn’t realize she’s crying until Apollo’s arms finally slip around her waist to hug her tight. Something Honey did when Apollo became overwhelmed and incoherent. So many questions ring in her mind, but all leading back to the curiosity Apollo mentioned.

They wanted intimacy with other people because she wanted to go slow- they wanted physical touch, that much Honey understood with how touchy they were. They were never good at wording things quite right, so even Honey understood they didn’t mean they were upset she wasn’t ‘putting out’ so to speak. They just wanted to be physical. Honey couldn’t help but feel the same way.

When the hug is parted and things have settled down, Honey offers for them to sit down and talk about where they want to go from here. They both agree for a relationship, Apollo about near bouncing out of their seat until Honey sets her hand gently on theirs to soothe them. Honey gently mentions that she doesn’t mind Apollo seeing other people, but maybe when she’s a bit more comfortable with them so they can talk more about terms.

It’s the first time Apollo is allowed to stay the night. With the sun carving on their upper chest fitting perfectly against Honey’s upper back sun tattoo when they press together with Honey wrapped in their arms. Finally able to get her first wink of restful sleep.

Honey was just as damaged as Apollo was.

But, together?

They could become whole.

#Honey x Apollo #Honey (Oc)#Apollo (Oc)#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Destiny ocs #Ocs #princess writing

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The Un-Dressing Room

Ashton had been less than thrilled when Calum dragged him out of the house and to the mall. They had been so busy working in the studio all week and Ashton wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch and watch Bob’s Burgers. But it seemed his best friend had something else in mind for their day off.

These days malls held little interest to any of the 5sos boys. It was a hassle trying to shop when there were dozens of screaming fans chasing after you. He loved his fans, but he loved shopping in peace.

Calum wandered from store to store with Ashton trudging lazily behind him. The Kiwi boy was searching for the perfect gift for his girlfriend’s birthday, which was in two days. The drummer had suggested a diamond bracelet or something jewelry-wise since the two had been dating for over a year. Cassie deserved something extra nice for her birthday, and for the fact that she had to put up with Calum’s goofy ass.

Somewhere in the two hours they had been walking around, Ashton ended up losing Calum in one of the stores. He sighed and wished he was back home, sitting on his couch with some hot Cheetos. Now he had to retrace his steps and find the bassists in the huge department store they had found themselves in.

He sulked around the second floor, scanning the racks for Calum, but with no luck. Scratching the stubble on his chin, Ashton glanced around at where he was now.

The lingerie department.

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Kora couldn’t wait for her shift to be over. She was exhausted from the back-to-back shifts she had managed to pull when one of her co-workers called in sick. The extra money was the only thing pushing her through the last hour-- living in LA was expensive.

The one downer of her afternoon shift was the fact that she had to cover the one section in the store that made her uncomfortable: the lingerie section. It wasn’t that she was a virgin or anything; Kora had had plenty of sex in her opinion. But the sex she had thus far was always plain.

Vanilla.

She had just learned the meaning of that word a couple weeks ago when her best friend had decided to educate her on the kinkier aspects of sleeping with people. Some of it had scared her, but some of it had surprisingly turned her on. Maybe more than she’d like to admit.

She awkwardly walked through the rows of frilly bras and stringy panties, straightening things up that were a little off. Every time someone made eye contact with her as she worked, she would blush and turn away.

Just another hour, she thought to herself and she refolded a wrinkled nightie some woman had left in a heap.

A blur wandered in front of her, just a little out her sight, and she froze, knowing someone was coming into the section. Lifting her head a little and looking out the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of a tall, broad man standing at the front of the section. His dirty blond curls were slicked back on his head and curled around his ears-- she wanted her hands in that hair. He wore a black leather jacket with a plain shirt and black skinny jeans, making his tanned skin glow. A pair of aviator sunglasses hung from the collar of his shirt. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, his hips thrusting forward as he rolled onto his toes to get taller. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he scanned the area looking for something, or someone.

Shit, he’s hot, she thought.

Now she was nervous and even more awkward. Her face flushed and all she wanted to do was run into the dressing rooms and hide.

A throat cleared near her and she flinched involuntarily. Peering up, she saw the gorgeous man standing closer to her, a smirk on his lips.

He looks kind of familiar...

“Uh, do you need help finding something?” she asked him, her voice wobbling.

His smirk grew bigger, his hazel eyes dancing along her body, and her heart started beating faster.

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Ashton was two seconds away from pulling his phone out and calling Cal for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes when he saw her. Her dark brown curls hung down her back and he couldn’t help but think about pulling them into a ponytail and tugging on it while he fucked her. Her light-blue eyes focused on the task of folding something he couldn’t see. A light dusting of freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. She was short, only maybe five-four at the most, with a small frame.

Gorgeous, he thought before he realized that he was standing there, in front of the lingerie section, just staring. If anyone walked by and saw him, they would think he was some perverted creep.

So he moved into the rows of lingerie and pretended to be looking for something to buy. Ashton soon felt like eyes were following him and he smirked. He was closer to her now, but she didn’t look up. Wanting her to look at him, he cleared his throat.

He watched her eyes go wide as she took him in. He had to stop himself from doing a little pose while he observed her checking him out. She was even more beautiful up-close.

“Uh, do you need help finding something?” she asked in a light, slightly awkward, voice. He’d be lying if he said her soft, airy voice didn’t turn him on a little. She was undeniably submissive.

The corner of his mouth quirked up more. “I’m just looking.”

And his eyes fell down her body. God, she was hot. He’d already be completely hard just from seeing her, and imagining all the things he could do to her, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was standing in a department store in the middle of the afternoon. That didn’t keep his imagination from running wild as much as he tried to stay calm.

He could grab her and run from the store, to his car, and drive back home with his hand between her legs so she would be ready when they arrived. He could throw her over his shoulder and sprint for his bedroom. He could strip her out of her work uniform and get a real look at her tight, little body. He could tie her up on his bed with his bandanas and tease the shit out of her until she was begging to be fucked.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” She drew him out of his dirty thoughts.

“Lingerie,” he spit out quickly. His semi-hard cock made him self-conscious in the middle of a store-- a store with cameras that could catch Ashton Irwin popping a boner in public.

“Well, you’re in the right department,” she laughed. “Do you, uh, need bras or panties or...”

“I don’t know,” he said blankly.

“What does your girlfriend like?”

“Don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied. “Shit, that made me sound really weird.”

“It’s fine. Guys can be into wearing lingerie, too,” she teased.

“I don’t wear lingerie.”

She gave him a confused look. “T-then why are you here?”

“For you.”

He watched a deep red blush flood her cheeks as her eyes dropped to the floor. Fuck, she was so cute.

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She didn’t know what to think. He was so hot and he was here, telling her the only reason he came into the department was for her.

Pinch me.

She had no idea what to say in response to that. How does one reply to a hot guy coming onto you? Kora was clueless. All the guys she had been with had been friends she just kind of slipped into a relationship with. No one had ever been so straight forward with her.

Looking at him closer, she swore she knew him from somewhere. It was nagging at her.

“Th-that’s cool,” she managed, turning her focus back to her job.

“I’m Ashton,” he told her.

Then it clicked. “Irwin?”

“You know who I am?” he chuckled.

“5 Seconds of Summer.”

“Yep, that’s me. What’s your, sweetheart?”

Her heart fluttered at his term of endearment. “Kora.”

“Kora,” he repeated, smiling. Something in the way he was watching her was making her skin grow hot. His hazel eyes were so full of...lust. “Beautiful.”

“So..um...w-what brings you to the store?” she asked lamely.

“Friend dragged me here,” he answered quickly. “Do I make you nervous?”

She gaped at him, “N-no.”

“I do.”

“No...you’re just...really tall.”

“No, you’re just really short, baby.”

Dead.

“What’s your favorite thing to wear?” he asked, then his eyes went wide as if he was shocked he actually said that. But he covered it up fast.

“Like out of this s-stuff?” He nodded. “I um, don’t really wear this kind of stuff...”

“Why not?”

“Never had a reason to,” she said and shrugged.

“You’ve had sex, right?”

AWKWARD.

“Y-y-yeah, but...”

“You never dressed up,” he finished for her. She shook her head. He leaned in next to her ear and whispered, “Would you dress up for me?”

A surge of heat coursed through her. Having him so close, his breath ghosting across her hot skin, smelling him, hearing the deep timbre of his voice...It was all making her head spin and her body ache.

He was definitely a...what the hell was the word?

Dominant.

“We just met,” Kora dragged out.

He pulled back enough to look he in the eyes. “Yet, you still want to.”

Her eyes fell again out of embarrassment. Was she really that easy to read? But who could resist such a gorgeous man, especially when he was taking an interest in you?

“Say it,” he demanded.

“What?”

He inched his face closer. “Say you want to dress up for me.”

“I-I want to dress up for you,” She mumbled back, releasing a shaky breath.

“Good girl,” he grinned and stood up straight, glancing around. “What’s your favorite color, baby?”

“Red,” she replied weakly.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned and started wandering through the rows of lingerie.

Kora stood there frozen for a few seconds before she trailed along behind him as he searched for something he liked. She stumbled over her feet a few times; her brain not working right. It was scrambling to comprehend the fact that Ashton Irwin wanted her, and not just for directions around the store or where the bathroom was...No, he wanted her for sex.

Part of her, the logical part, was screaming at her for going along with this. He was a stranger despite his celebrity status. She was usually so cautious and reserved when it came to letting a man be intimate with her. But something about him was so magnetic—pulling her in and pushing her worries away.

She hadn’t noticed he’d stopped walking until she bumped into his back and gripped his jacket to keep from falling.

“Easy, babe. Not time to jump me just yet,” he joked, spinning around to help steady her. Her face flooded with blush. The thumping of her heart was so hard and fast, she thought it was going to beat out of her chest.

This is actually going to happen, she thought, dumbfounded. It hadn’t sunk in until just then that he was serious. She tried to wrap her brain around the situation.

That’s when she realized he was holding stuff in his hands. Her department store training kicked in and she started analyzing exactly what he had picked out so far.

A see-through mesh and lace chemise: red and black

A lace bikini brief: red

A suspender belt: black

Shit.

“Where are the stockings?” he questioned.

“Over there,” Kora said, pointing to his right.

“Stay.” She nodded and wrung her hands together— The nerves were beginning to build.

He was gone a minute or two as he browsed the selection of stockings the store had. She watched him deciding and couldn’t believe he really wanted this. Wanted her.

When he came back, he handed her the lingerie he had selected. “Go change. You have five minutes before I come in.”

She didn’t say anything, just hurried away from him. Her hand shook as she pulled out the dressing room keys and unlocked the door at the end of the short hallway. It was the largest one and she figured the extra room would be better for their upcoming activities.

God, I’m about to have sex with Ashton Irwin...

Not wasting any time, Kora started pulling her work uniform off, trying not to stare at herself in the mirror. There was nothing sexy about her body but, for some unknown reason, he wanted it.

She slipped the chemise over her head, the silky lace cool against her skin. Then she spent a minute trying to remember if the suspender belt went over the panties or not.

“Two minutes,” Ashton called out.

How did I manage to let this happen? She wondered, laughing. I had one hour left on my shift. ONE.

But honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It had been so long since she’d had sex, especially anything remotely good. She was a fan of the band so she knew how everyone obsessed over his long fingers. And she was about to have them all over her body.

She threw the suspender belt on and hooked the stockings to them before sliding the panties over it all. Finally, she let herself turn to the mirror and see how she looked.

The chemise hugged her curves—not that she was very curvy. The bra cups pushed her breasts up despite the plunging neckline that stopped just below her ribs. The stockings clung to her toned legs, giving the illusion they were longer than they really were. Part of her thought she looked more mature, more feminine. The other part of her thought she looked like a little kid trying to appear older—like she was a little girl wearing mommy’s things.

A knock came a few seconds later. The urge to puke flashed through her, but she pushed it down. This was happening. No going back now.

“Are you good?” Ashton asked.

“Yeah.”

The door swung open and he stepped in. His eyes blew wide at the sight of her, which seemed like a good sign. She shifted her weight back and forth, anxious. Her hands wrung together in front of her and she bit her bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he exhaled. “You look beautiful.”

She tried not to fidget as he circled her, taking in every inch of her barely-clothed body. He pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, hazel eyes burning into her skin. Kora compared him to a lion as he stalked his prey, deciding how he wanted to devour it.

Ashton stopped behind her, his hands falling onto her hips. They were both visible in the long mirror now. She shivered as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

“Do you like dressing up, baby girl?” She nodded. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” he praised and lightly kissed just behind her ear. She squeaked at the surprise contact, but relished in the feel of his soft lips.

Pulling her body closer, Kora could feel his hardening length against her ass. Her nerves kicked up a notch, but she couldn’t deny that the feeling of him behind her made her wet.

“Last chance to back out,” he informed her. She didn’t say anything. Kora knew she was coming off as nervous, but that was just how she normally was around new people. “Once I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Want you so bad, baby girl.”

He grinded into her eliciting a soft gasp. “I want this.”

Not even two seconds after the words left her lips, she felt herself being spun around and pushed up against the cool glass of the mirror. The cold pressed on her hot skin made her shiver.

Kora’s eyes flew up to meet Ashton’s, which were darker and blown-out with lust. Without realizing it, she reached her hand out to touch his face, but he snatched it away before it made contact. He pulled her other arm up and pinned them both above her head. It only took one of his large hands to hold both of her smaller ones in place.

“You want me to make you feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. His breath ghosted across her face.

“Yes, please.”

A low growl passed his lips before he leaned in and hungrily kissed her. A surge of electricity jolted through her body and all her anxiety about this went out the window.

He nipped her bottom lip, making her gasp into his mouth, and giving the entrance he wanted. His free hand went to her hip and snaked under the lace top. Wherever he touched, a trail of goosebumps followed in his wake.

Ashton pushed himself into her, tugging up the chemise to reveal her smooth stomach. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, run her fingers through his dirty blond hair.

His lips left hers and he began kissing his way down her neck. Kora sighed and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. She felt Ashton smirk when he found he sensitive spot just above her collarbone. He sank his teeth into her skin, marking her, and drawing a moan from her sweet lips. Her body arched into him and pressed against his erection.

“Shit,” he groaned. He let his hands travel farther up her body. Fingertips grazed the underside of her breasts and she hummed. “This needs to go,” he told her before leaning back and pulling the top off of her.

It was thrown to the ground, forgotten. He sucked in breath when he took in the sight of her bare breasts. He didn’t waste any time taking them into his hands and giving them a gently squeeze.

The feeling of him groping her with his calloused hands made her moan again. Soon his mouth found its way around her right nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue over it. His free hand playing with the other.

“Ashton,” she exhaled.

“Taste so good, baby,” he mumbled as he moved his attention to her other breast.

“C-can I touch y-you?” Kora asked, almost whining.

He bit down on her sensitive bud, making her hiss, before answering, “Not yet. Keeps those hands up there.”

She nodded and he went back to exploring her body. His hands slid up and down her sides while he kissed and sucked on her neck. On his last pass down her sides, he ran his hands back over her ass, squeezing.

Kora whimpered and ground her core against the rough material of his jeans covering his thigh, looking for some friction to releive the ache between her legs. Her panties were soaked. He sucked in a breath when she came dangerously close to his crotch.

“What do you want, baby girl?” he rasped into her ear.

“Touch me. Please,” she begged.

“Where?”

“Ashton, please.” She rocked into him, chasing her own pleasure, but he gripped her hips and held her to the wall so she couldn’t feel him.

“Where,” he repeated, locking eyes with her.

She didn’t reply. Instead she went against his no touching rule, grabbed his hand and dragged it to her dripping core. She sighed when she released his hand and he cupped her heat.

“Mmm, needy girl,” he chuckled lightly. His fingers danced along the edge of her lace panties, frustrating her. She was desperate for him to play with her. When he finally slipped his fingers past her underwear and into her slick folds, she saw stars. “So wet for me.”

“Yes, all for you,” she groaned.

He slid his middle finger up and down her slit, flicking her clit with each pass. Then he plunged it inside her, causing her to cry out from the pleasurable intrusion. He pumped it in and out of her. Her head spun and she was happy to see the fandom was right about his long-ass fingers.

“Like that, baby?”

“Mmm,” she replied.

“So good for me.”

“More,” she gasped out. He hummed and added another finger. Kora moaned happily.

He picked up his pace, making her breathing come out heavy and ragged. Ashton was hitting all the right places inside her now with the help of an extra finger. She clenched around his fingers when he found her most responsive area.

“So tight, fuck. Can’t wait to be inside you,” he grounded out then kissed her with such force, it knocked the wind out of her. His cock rubbed against her lower stomach and she could feel how hard he had become. She couldn’t wait either.

“Need you,” she panted.

He stopped his movements and drew back. “You sure?”

“Yes, yes. Please.” Her body throbbed with need. She rocked her hips, trying to get herself off on his motionless fingers. “P-please, please, daddy.”

A growl sounded from him, “Say it again.”

“Daddy. Please, need you,” she whined.

He pulled his fingers out and tore his shirt off his body. “Help me,” he ordered her. She pushed off the wall and went to his jeans, popping the button and unzipping them. They pushed them down as he kicked off his shoes.

He stood up straight and smirked at her. Kora didn’t have time to figure out why he was giving her that look before he reached forward and pulled her panties down her legs. The cool air hit her wet folds and sent a chill up her spine, her pussy clenching.

“Fuck,” they both moaned in sync, but for two totally different reasons.

Ashton wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her body to his. She let her hands fall on his hairy chest, loving the coarse feeling on her palms. It wasn’t clear if she was allowed to touch him yet, but she wasn’t going to mention it in case he made her stop. Her head tilted up to look at his face, flushed red from arousal. Lifting herself onto her toes, she connected their lips. Heat coursed through her veins.

Kora slid her hands down his body, reveling at the feel of his muscles contracting under her caress. Her fingertips stopped when she reached the top of his tight black boxer briefs. She let them dance along the edge of the last piece of clothing clinging to his body.

“Don’t tease, baby girl,” he said against her lips, nipping at her bottom one.

“C-can I take them off?” she asked, nervous.

“Go ahead.”

She inhaled deeply, hooked her fingers under the waistband and pulled them down. Ashton hissed as his cock was freed, snapping up against his stomach. Kora’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. It was perfect—not too big or too thick for her liking.

“See something you like, baby?” he questioned. She could hear the smirk in his voice.

She swallowed and nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“’Yes’ what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she corrected.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised her, stepping towards her and gripping her hips. Their eyes locked. “Are you ready?”

She loved how dominant he was, but also how gentle he was acting. There was no pressure, just sexual tension, between them.

“Yes, daddy.”

His grip on her tightened as the name fell off her swollen lips. He ran his hands from her hips back to her ass and told her to jump. Her legs wrapped around his waist and they both moaned as their bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hands dig into his shoulders. Ashton walked them over the the wall, her back pressing against it.

“Are you safe?”

“Yeah.”

Their breath was coming out in hot pants. The anticipation was building to an unbearable point. Kora could feel her wetness dripping onto his hard length. He squeezed her ass.

“Guide me in,” he instructed her.

She took one of her hands and trailed it down his torso, loving as he shivered. Her hand wrapped around his length and ran it up and down her wet slit. They both released desperate moans, craving more. On a pass downwards, Ashton took matters into his own hands and pushed into her.

Kora gasped, suddenly full.

“Shit, babe,” Ashton groaned.

“Daddy,” she sighed, winding her arms around his neck. He leaned in and found her lips again, their tongues doing a slow dance with one another.

“Can I move?”

“Please,” she begged. He didn’t miss a beat, pulling out and slamming back in, making Kora cry out in pleasure. “Daddy.”

“Shh, baby. Don’t wanna get caught.”

Ashton built up a fast rhythm, sliding in and out of her tight heat. Kora whimpered and moaned as quietly as she could manage. She ended up burying her face in his neck, kissing and sucking here and there. A groan came from the drummer when she sucked on a certain area. She praised herself for finding his weak spot.

“So fucking tight,” he growled into he ear. “Such a good girl putting the belt under your panties. Love fucking you while you have it on. Look so hot in those stockings.”

His words made her moan again. No one had ever talked dirty to her during sex before.

“Kora?” She heard a familiar voice call out. The haze she was in from all the pleasure made her brain lag at pinpointing exactly who was yelling her name. Then it clicked.

It was her manager.

Right at that exact moment, Ashton hit a spot inside her that made her head spin and her pussy clench around him. “Fuck, daddy, right there.”

“Kora?” her manager’s voice sounded closer.

“Who is that?” Ashton asked, not stopping.

“Manager,” she spit out, biting her lip to stop from moaning loudly.

A knock came to the dressing room door and she was instantly thankful the door went all the way to the floor. The last thing she needed was to be caught fucking someone during her shift. In borrowed lingerie no less.

“Kora, are you in there?”

Ashton didn’t stop, even now with her boss standing on the other side of a thin wooden door. It was unbelievably hard not to make any noise to alert her manager as to what was going on.

“Answer,” Ashton quietly ordered her. Then he slammed into her. She swore her lip was bleeding from how hard she had to bit down to keep silent.

“Y-yeah. I’m j-just cleaning things up before I leave.”

“Okay. You have fifteen minutes left on your shift,” her manager let her know. The sound of footsteps leaving made them both relax and focus back on the task at hand.

“Good job, baby girl. So good for me,” Ashton said. They had to hurry so Kora actually could clean up before leaving.

“Faster, daddy,” she pleaded.

He obliged her by pulling her off the wall and grabbing her hips roughly. He picked her up and pushed her back down quickly. This time, neither of them could stop the moans that came out of them. He repeated that over and over, Kora thrusting down onto him with enthusiasm.

She could feel her walls clenching and the tension in her lower abdomen becoming incredibly strong.

“I-I’m close,” she warned Ashton.

His cock twitched inside her knowing she was about to climax. “Me too, baby.”

They pushed themselves harder, trying to reach their peaks as fast as possible. Her legs started trembling around his waist and she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Daddy, can I cum? Please,” she whined.

“Yes. Cum for me, baby girl.”

“Oh god,” she cried as she gave in and released all over his cock. Her legs shook and she kept calling out ‘daddy’ and ‘Ashton’.

Her convulsing walls around him triggered Ash’s own orgasm. He buried himself deep inside her and came, moaning her name. His thrusts didn’t stop until he had emptied everything he had inside her.

“Shit,” he groaned and then laughed. “That was...”

“Amazing,” Kora finished for him.

He nodded. Slowly, he pulled out of her. She let her legs falls and set her feet on the ground. Her hands held onto him so she wouldn’t fall from the jello feeling in her legs. They smiled at each other. Ashton ran his finger over her bottom lip before leaning down and giving her a quick kiss.

“We should get dressed,” he said, pulling back.

They stepped away from each other and started putting their clothes on. Just as Kora was clipping her bra on, Ashton spoke up.

“Do you, uh, have plans after you get out of here?”

She turned to face him, mouth hanging wide in shock. He wanted to see her after this. It wasn’t just a one-time fuck.

“No.”

He buttoned his jeans and glanced over at her. His eyes racked over her in just her shorts and a bra. “Wanna get some food? I’m starving.”

“Me too.” They chuckled together. “And yeah, I’d love to get food.”

“Great! Go clock out and we’ll leave,” he said and slapped her ass.

She giggled and finished pulling her shirt on. “Yes, daddy.”

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Ashton stood outside the ‘employee only’ door waiting for Kora to get her things. He sent a quick text telling Calum not to worry about finding him. He opened his Uber app and started requesting a ride to pick them up outside the mall.

Kora walked out shortly after. He noticed she wasn’t wearing her work shirt anymore, but a Metallica one instead. It was perfect.

He smiled at her as she approached him. “So what do you feel like eating?”

“I don’t know. Anything,” she replied. “You?”

“Pizza?”

“Pizza.”

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Men's RTW Clothing Packing Checklist - After 1 Year, 20 Countries

HUGE DISCLAIMER: None of this stuff is necessary for travel. It is after all, just stuff. You can always pick up what you need along the way. Hell, we spontaneously added a 2 month Vietnam motorbike adventure to our itinerary and Allison picked up all her protective wear the day before we left in HoChi Minh. We're completely assured that we avoided a few headaches and uncomfortable nights because we had the right clothes for any type of weather, but at the end of the day, I think it's more important to put your money toward extending your trip rather than having some specialized expensive clothing. The Vietnamese men's riding pants, apart from being 3" inches too short, fit Allison just fine.

As a guy, it’s a little bit weird for me to talk about my clothes. Bros just don’t do that. I’m breaking the rule here though, because I can use the excuse that for a long term trip, clothes become more akin to being equipment or gear.

And we know gear is a perfectly reasonable thing to discuss among dudes. If you were looking to nerd-out, check out the full tech packing list here. You won't find gadgets below.

Gear

Osprey Porter 46L Backpack

You’ve seen this bag all over our website. Why? Simply because it’s one of those few items in life where you feel like the high-ish price tag is well justified. I can’t explain how much we beat the ever-loving piss out of our Osprey Porters. The two months alone spent on the rebar luggage rack during our Vietnam motorcycle ride would have shredded a lesser bag.Here we are, closing in on two years later, and they look brand new. Oh yeah, and you can use this bag as carry on luggage.

Eagle Creek Compression Packing Cubes

I laughed when Allison first suggested buying these. I wasn’t going to spend $30 for cute little bags for my socks. Truth be told, packing cubes are the shit. The big one held underwear and board shorts, and the small one held socks and bandanas. The packing cubes compress your clothes so they take up less space and make sure that when you pull a t-shirt out of your overstuffed bag, that a bunch of other crap doesn’t come spilling out.

Sea To Summit Small Toiletry Bag

Yes. Along with getting the same cubes and backpack as Allison, I also got the same dop kit. I know, it’s adorable. We had different colors at least. Dop kits really dropped in usefulness in a post 9/11 world as security is always making you separate liquids and gels into a clear ziploc bag. When we were overseas, I found the rules to be a little less stringent and suddenly security didn’t need to see your toothpaste and deodorant anymore. My dop kit stayed pretty full the entire trip with your expected toiletries such as toothbrush, floss, etc as well as a mini med center filled with miscellaneous prescriptions we picked up as we gallivanted across the globe. As a side-note, you can get some AMAZING hangover medicine in Vietnam that contains codeine.

below the waist

Yes, pants has its own section. Now I’m completely committed to writing about clothes….I only brought gray pants. Gray hides dirt well and it means you can wear any pattern or color of shirt/sweatshirt/tank up top. While I’m proudly American, I knew better than to pack a pair of bluejeans. Aside from making you stick out from the crowd, bringing jeans on a long trip is a heavy endeavor. Instead of jeans, I brought a pair of wool travel slacks and a pair of synthetic athletic pants. No- not sweatpants. More like Yoga Man Pants (if that's a thing)

Bluffworks Classic Grey Mens Travel Pants-

These are travel pants that don’t look stupid or fit like they’re from Costco. There are no zip off leg sleeves or huge zippers- just subtle hidden pockets and a great modern fit. I wore these a lot in Europe when I wanted to look a bit more presentable for dinner or the random museum. That’s not to say that they also didn’t serve plenty of time as my rough and tough exploration pants. They are made out of a breathable wool and I wore them for the majority of our Vietnam motorcycle ride as well. They’ve been hiked in, soaked in mud countless times, and they are still in great enough shape to wear to dinner still.

One last bonus worth mentioning- They dry really quick and are wrinkle resistant. I didn’t iron them once the entire trip and they still managed to be presentable every time I took them out of my pack.

Lulu Lemon ABC Pant-

Now I’m really in dangerous territory, but yes, I have to heavily endorse a Lulu product (not sponsored, but ... available!) as a man. I’ve never been the type of guy to wear sweatpants, but for long plane rides, car rides, and just as a comfortable replacement for jeans, these pants fit the bill. The ABC pant is really stretchy but also made of a tough, durable fabric. The cut is athletic without being too tight. Finally, these pants too put up with being worn nearly every other day for a year and still looking brand new.

Billabong Crossfire X Submersible Shorts-

Stetchy, comfy, ultra light, and super quick drying. Also purchased in plain grey so they can be worn with anything. These were a godsend in South East Asia because they breathed so well and could dry out in just a short while out in the sun. I originally brought another pair of khaki shorts with me but ditched them after realizing I was literally only wearing this specific pair of shorts. When it came time to wash them, I knew that they could dry 4x over by the next morning.

Board shorts-

I wasn’t marching around in European cities in my trunks, but by the time we hit South East Asia I really lived in my board shorts and the Billabong submersible shorts I mentioned earlier.

Under Armor Mesh Boxer Briefs-

If you cared at all, now you have the answer. No wool boxer briefs for me. I’m completely sold on Under Armor mesh. Breathable and extremely fast drying after laundry day. I could even swim in boxer briefs and my billabong shorts and dry out completely in a reasonable amount of time.

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Vest-

$20 cheapo vest with hood, again from KMart, was a welcome addition to my outerwear while in New Zealand. Not something I would have wanted to have in my bag for the entire trip.

Tshirts-

Bring 3. I mean, THREE tshirts. They’ll be plenty of places to pick up cool new shirts while you’re abroad and you'll probably be wanting one anyways.

Rain Jacket-

Why did I not bring this on the trip? I was so concerned about having a bulky rain jacket that I brought a water resistant windbreaker. This ended up not being a huge deal in places like South East Asia, but a terrible problem in wet cold environments like New Zealand. I spent the six weeks in New Zealand in a cheapo rainjacket from KMart while my trusty North Face rainjacket sat at home hanging nice and dry in my closet.

Asia Rain Poncho

Why was not having the rain jacket in South East Asia not a huge issue? Just because we threw down about $3 USD and picked up some sick scooter ponchos. They were perfectly sized and designed to be worn while driving a scooter, and even had a little clear panel for your headlight to shine through. Absolutely essential if you're doing a motorbike trip.

A Bunch of Wool

How sick are you of reading about merino wool on travel blogs? It doesn’t stop here….

I first heard about Icebreaker when I was living with a couple Kiwis while working at a ski resort. They went on and on about how warm it was and the high quality of Icebreaker in particular. I broke down and bought my first long sleeved base layer that winter and have never looked back. Not to be redundant to everything that merino wool markets itself as, but its warm, its comfortable, it doesn’t stink, it dries quick, and it’s light. In particular I left with the following:

Icebreaker Tech Light T Shirt-

Great, athletic fitting t shirt that I wore constantly. It disappeared when I dropped it off at a laundry somewhere in Thailand.

Mens Everday Long Sleeve Crew-

Amazing base layer that you can wear countless days in a row. Think I wore it 6 weeks straight in New Zealand and would have been freezing otherwise. Black, while boring, can then be worn under a tshirt or hidden more easily under other top layers.

Icebreaker Quantum Long Sleeve Zip Hoodie-

The one hoodie I took on the trip! So warm and with roll out sleeves for your hands and thumb to go through. Though expensive, I’m glad I made the investment. I knew this would be my outer layer most of the time so I made sure it was an annoying orange color to stand out in landscape pictures. And stand out, I did.

Icebreaker socks-

Brought two pairs of merino wool socks with. Just like everyone else says-they don’t get smelly too easily, they breath, and they dry fast. I also brought a pair of thick wool socks that are for snowboarding- exceptionally warm and made by Burton.

Footwear-

Hi-Tec: V-Lite Walk-Lite Witton in Dark Chocolate-

Never heard of this company before I started looking for shoes to last me a year and be versatile enough to wear to dinner or go hike New Zealand in. I was amazed at how many brightly colored, gaudy as hell hiking shoes exist. If you want plain brown leather waterproof shoes, your choices are very limited. Fortunately, I found these shoes on Zappo and couldn't have been happier. They lasted the entire trip, were extremely light to pack when I didn’t need to wear them, and I’m still wearing them as knock-around shoes almost two years later.

Sandals-

I own a nice pair of leather sandals, but planned on picking up a pair of cheap flip flops while abroad. Turns out it was a great plan. You’ll want something the dries fast and can be used for hostel showers and beaches alike.

Accessories:

Buff-

You can find generic buffs on Amazon and ebay for less than two bucks. Our use for these was nothing earth shattering. We used them as dust masks for our motorbike trip, headbands, hats, and sometimes as just a cloth to wrap a camera in. Huge fan of buffs.

Bandana-

I grew my hair out like a hippie. Eventually, getting ready in the morning just consisted of brushing my teeth and tying my hair out of my face with a bandana. No haircuts was one of my favorite secret features of traveling for so long.

Revo Sunglasses-

Sorry ZZ Top- I despise cheap sunglasses so I brought my Revo Stern Xs along. They took a proper beating from deserts, boats, beaches and miles and miles of motorbiking. They eventually got too scratched up and I had to give them a hero’s burial in the Philippines.

Hat-

Just a $2 stocking hat from KMart in the New Zealand rounded out my cold weather collection for comfortable hiking.

Don’t Forget

This is probably not the first packing post you've read. Most likely they've all mentioned this too: pack half of what you think and leave room to pick up a few things while you’re abroad. Listen to everyone's advice. You’re going to run across a shirt you love or an awesome hand-made scarf that you’ll want to take home with you. I wasn't one for sentimental items or souvenirs but inevitably the weather will be different than you expected or you'll "be in the mood" to wear something different and for $20 you can grab what you want - you just don't want to have to throw something out just to add one thing in. No reason to leave home with your backpack overflowing.

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