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woodcutterscarlett replied to your post ââThey always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is...â
Luke whined at the bite, his back arching. "Other location," he muttered. He gave Robin a sly grin as he reached down and grabbed his ass.
Robinâs breath hitched as Luke grabbed his ass, and he smirked. âAlright.â He reached past the younger man and turned off the water, and then climbed out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, drying himself off and winking at Luke. âCome on then, lover.â
âThey always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.â
Robin laughed and grinned a little, bracing one hand on the shower wall. âOkay. Okay, maybe we need to get some of those rubber ducky stick on things. Or, ya know, move this party to another location, huh?â
He leaned in for a kiss and then bent his head and bit Lukeâs collarbone.
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âDid you just⊠finish?â âThey always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.â âSorry, I canât. Iâm on my period.â âIâm not actually feeling anything.â âIâm sorry, I donât know why this is happening. Or⊠isnât happening.â âAre you getting any closer?â âWhy do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!â âWhat do you do when youâre on your own? Maybe thatâll help.â âThis isnât going to work out, is it? Do you maybe want to do something else? Watch a movie? Anything?â âI think itâs not wet enough.â âOw, why do you keep doing that?! I said âno teethâ!â âI know weâre kind of busy, but I actually need to peeâŠâ âOh, no, no, no! Iâm definitely not into that.â âCanât do that one right now. Constipated.â âDo you have any fantasies? Maybe that could turn you on.â âDid something just happen? Youâre not turned on anymore.â âShit sorry, am I going too fast?â âDonât move! Your earring is caught in my hair!â âMaybe we should spice it up a little. Iâm actually getting quite boredâŠâ âDamn it, the batteries are running out. Please tell me you have new ones.â âWait, I thought you were joking when you said you wanted to try this.â âWow okay, I donât know whether thatâll fit.â âIs it really hurting too much? Do you need me to stop?â âI may have just fartedâŠâ
"I require amusement immediately. Loud, prolonged, energetic amusement of the most thorough and satisfying variety."
Robin snorted softly as he glanced up from his book, and he raked his fingers through his hair. Truthfully, he was grateful for the distraction -- heâd lost count of how long heâd been studying, but the words on the page were starting to blur together.
âWe could go to the pub?â He rubbed his fingers over his eyes.
With a smirk like the devil, Regina loosened her grip and let the organ just rest plainly in her palm. She felt as if sheâd made her point well enough; usually once her captives were done writhing and wheezing, theyâd see enough reason to make them agreeable.
"Am I to believe we have an understanding, then?" she clucked, her lips drawing into a false pout ,"You do exactly as I ask, and you reap your reward. You failâŠand I kill you. Itâs really not too complicated, I should hope. One option quite outweighs the other.â
When her hand relaxed and her grip loosened on his heart, Robin exhaled a loud, relieved noise and fell back on his haunches. His face was still screwed up in pain, and he rubbed a hand over his chest, feeling his heart ache.
âWe have an understanding,â he rasped, breathing heavily. âI bring you Snow Whiteâs heart and you restore my title and lands.â
Oh god, Snow, forgive me, he thought, closing his eyes. He had no idea how he was going to get them both out of this.
Send me a prompt and I'll write a 4-5 sentence drabble about it.
âHow about Malcolm for a name?â
"Malcolm?" Regina mused with a raised eyebrow, scrunching her nose up as she ran a hand over her bump, "Any other ideas?"
Robin scoffed a bit at the nose scrunch. âThat was my fatherâs name.â His bottom lip protruded in a small pout, and he sighed, sucking his lip between his teeth. âFine. What about Richard?â His lips twitched slightly, but he didnât betray a smile.
"Iâm not saying no, Iâm just saying letâs explore other options." She says with a laugh, leaning over to kiss that pout of his. "Richardâs a little better. How are you so sure itâs a boy?"
The kiss does get a smile out of him, and he laughs, shaking his head. âIâm not. Itâs too early to tell how youâre carrying. I suppose I should be coming up with some suggestions for a girl too.â He licks his lips and loosely wraps his arms around her middle. âEmelina?â
âHow about Malcolm for a name?â
"Malcolm?" Regina mused with a raised eyebrow, scrunching her nose up as she ran a hand over her bump, "Any other ideas?"
Robin scoffed a bit at the nose scrunch. âThat was my fatherâs name.â His bottom lip protruded in a small pout, and he sighed, sucking his lip between his teeth. âFine. What about Richard?â His lips twitched slightly, but he didnât betray a smile.
His voice, the feeling of his lips on her skin, his laughter, it all was worth the trouble to get away from Gisborne and the Sheriff. Robin managed to made her happy every time they met. Putting her hands behind her back, she smiled.
âI should be, yes. But now I am here. Staying in the castle for too long drives you crazy. So I thought maybe I could be of use outside the castle. They will not notice that I am gone. Do not worry about me.â Marian always worried more about the others than about herself. Suddenly her good mood seemed to vanish. âHow are the people of Clun? I heard the Sheriff told his men to take even more money than before. He raised the taxes. Again. Like the people could payâŠIt is ridiculous.â
Robin couldnât deny that he was pleased to see her outside the castle walls. Sneaking into Nottingham Castle just to see her was sadly not an option, and waiting for her to appear in the courtyard wasnât exactly feasible either. Before Gisborne had burned Knighton Hall, sneaking up to her bedroom window at dusk had been a favored activity, but she wouldnât let him risk getting caught just to see her. He reluctantly had to admit that she had a point.
âDrives me crazy, does it? I think you mean to say it drives you crazy, Marian,â he teased. As usual, she made an astute observation, and he sighed. He hoped she was right and that they would not notice her absence, but he knew Gisborne would be the one to notice her gone more than anyone.
He grimaced as she asked after the well being of the people, and he shook his head. âTired, hungry and weak,â he admitted. âThe lads and I do our best to provide what we can catch in the forest, but...â He trailed off, shaking his head. It never seemed to be enough. Raiding the kitchens at Nottingham Castle had worked a couple of times, but they couldnât keep that up for long. âThe Sheriff will keep raising the taxes. Meanwhile, the people will starve because they have nothing left for themselves, and soon there wonât be anyone to pay taxes! It justââ
He stopped short of finishing that sentence âseems hopeless. Because heâs Robin Hood, and heâs supposed to be bringing these people hope. If he has no hope, then what good can he do for them? âYou should write to the King,â he says instead. âHe will listen to you. I will make sure the message gets delivered.â
She can only look away, press her lips together. She cannot argue with that- she knew the Scarlett boys too, good, kind, spirited lads who did not deserve to die. Her husband cannot blamed for his actions in that regard. She would have done the sameâŠ
If onlyâŠ
âRobinâŠâ She steps forward, palms against his chest as she meets his gaze, needing him to understand.
âI canât come with you. Thereâs⊠thereâs somethingâŠâ
She cannot quite finishâŠ
She knows him well. That had been exactly what he was going to ask her â to come with him into the forest. They can build a life there. It wonât be the same as Locksley manor, wonât be nearly as comfortable or luxurious, and theyâll have to work harder, but at least theyâd be together.
That she says she canât go with him stings, and he looks at her with hurt in his eyes, even as he lays his hands over hers on his chest. âConstance, please. You must come with me. It wonât be safe for you here, and I know forest life wonât be easy but weâll make it work. As long as weâre together, we can do anything.â
He moves one hand up to cradle her cheek in his palm, and he gives her a soft, encouraging smile. âConstance, my love, what is it?â
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Marian surprised Robin from behind, covering his eyes with her hands while a smile played on her lips.
âRobin of Locksley, you are rather careless.â
Robin tensed when the hands covered his eyes, his heart racing, but when he heard her voice, he relaxed. A light laugh escaped him as he gently pried her hands away from his face and kissed her fingers.
âHardly careless, Marian. Merely focused.â He turned to face her, loosening his grip on her hands in case she wanted to pull them away. âWhat are you doing here? You should be at the castle.â Not hiding on the outskirts of the forest, watching the village of Clun.
"Should I put you on my shoulders so you can see?"
âShutup,â Djaq rolled her eyes, giving his arm a shove.
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âOi!â A laugh lurked in his tone, and he fought to keep a grin off his face. âIâm just trying to look out for a friend, Djaq!â
ivegothalfaplan comtenomore omg please donât quote me on this lmfao there are people who SWEAR by it and then others who say itâs crap and of course thereâs no official reearch on this and it wouldnât even get funded for lots of reasons and i mean iâll totally just stick to my fluconazole because tbh i like my sweat to not smell like a pizza
L M A O. I wasnât planning to quote you, I was just skimming the dash and that kinda jumped out at me, I guess? And provoked the O.O?!?!?! I just. Who looked at a clove of garlic and thought âMan, Iâm gonna shove this up my cooch to get rid of this infection, aw yus?â
"You are young," replied Athos; âand your bitter recollections have time to change themselves into sweet remembrances.â