#*giggles

[spinchs-field]

[the-pearl-of-labuan]

Water in the Floor

Based on the prompt: resting their hand on the other's knee, absentmindendly rubbing their hand up their thigh. Set at some point in the future and they have found their island. This one is the shortest I have written thus far, but I couldn't get the thought of them in a tub out of my head. Hope this is a good conclusion to Valentine's weekend;) Enjoy!

The water sloshed from the giant tub in the center of the tent on the floor below, the sound accompanied by giggles and hums.

Marianne laid back, her hair now wet from fully dunking in the water. Sandokan casually had his head on the lip of the tub, Marianne now resting her head on his chest.

She could have never thought in her life she would be here like this with a man, but it felt more natural than her mind could ever imagine. The feel of his chest beneath her, his legs caging her in, the water warm and relaxing.

His head came to rest against her cheek, and she hummed her satisfaction, the feel of him against her making her relax further.

“When we finish building, I definitely want one of these in our place.”

“You say that like you haven’t had a tub all your life.”

She laughed. “Well, yes, but I have been taking to washing in an open body of water the last several months. I do love it, but nothing compares to a warm tub.” She hummed again as if to confirm her words.

Sandokan smiled against her shoulder, his hands coming up her thigh to rest on her knee.

“Are you telling me you don’t enjoy this bath?”

“Oh, I do.” The hand that had been resting on her knee now moved, achingly slow, up her inner thigh. “Especially if I get to do this.”

Her breaths came out sharp as his hand still slowly made its decent to its destination. Her breathy exhale as he found her center she was sure could be heard by anyone outside.

Sandokan had seen, explored every part of her, yet it was this, when he touched her like she was his, that completely undid her.

The feel of his hands on her most delicate skin would never leave her senses. As he continued touching her, her moans became louder.

His hand came to cover her mouth as her final cry of ecstasy came, mumbling the evidence of what he had just done.

Marianne left her head lulled on his shoulder, taking the hand that had just given her the most pleasure and kissing each finger.

Then she turned, straddling his lap, more water sloshed in the dirt below.

“The water is getting cold.” His words didn’t sound convincing.

The playful look she gave him said enough. “And?”

Any protest he had died when she kissed him. This time, only the sound of water lapping from the tub could be heard.

[embrrsz]

My hole is shy

[swiftmitsu]

dust i. help i'm normal i'm normal i'm normal I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANNA KISS HIS LITTLE FACE AND MESS WITH HIS HOOD AND CARRY HIM OFF INTO THE SUNSET HELP *explodes*

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[fluffystuckywarmups]

Not today, Stevie

[refurb]

Mr. Giggles is so soft. Something about him is so relaxing! He’s a kind soul, and wants nothing more than a good thumb wrestle. (Don’t anyone tell him he doesn’t have thumbs)