You were sat down in the bed, Simon was leaning down next to you, already with his eyes closed, hair muffled, sheets messy, but not entirely asleep.
"What are you even waiting for?" He groaned tiredly, just wanting to cuddle with you.
You kept your gaze locked in the pink digital clock on your nightstand.
"4...3..2...1"
When it hit 12AM, you turned to look at him with a sweet smile
"you forgot our anniversary"
To those words, his eyes snapped open, frozen in the sudden darkness when you got up, clutching your pink sheets, clad in your pink pajamas, pink bonnet and pink fluffy shoes, walk down the hall to sleep in the guests room and not with him.
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Time is strange, beyond the circles of the world. No longer does it flow in a straight path, a current tumbling over stones from source to sea, from cause to effect, from today to tomorrow. Instead it seems to flow in all directions at once, spilling over an endless fall that never ceases. It reminds Morwen of the fountain that once stood in the courtyard of her grandfatherās home in Dol Amroth. She can picture it clearly now, the memory undiminished by the limits of a mortal mind: the water bubbles upward at the center of a blue-tiled bowl and then cascades over the edges in one single glass-like sheet, to the basin below. Indeed, she is there now, in that courtyard, in front of that very fountain. She reaches forward, to touch the flow of the water. She expects the glass sheet to part around her hand, the way it always has done, but it flows on, untroubled by her presence. She sighs, though there is no breath in her lungs, and she allows herself to be moved elsewhere.
The movements are not always under her control. Sometimes she has but to think of a placeā as with her grandfatherās courtyardā and then she finds herself there. But other times, no matter her will, she cannot perceive what she wishes. Indeed, she has often tried to cast herself into the presence of her son, her daughters, her grandchildrenā¦ but her efforts avail her little. When she does see them, it is usually by chance alone, and not by her contrivances, and even then, she cannot usually ascertain the timing of what she witnesses. Sometimes she sees her son as a child, holding a bright blossom in his hand, laying on white stone under sunlight, sitting atop the walls of the White City. Other times, she sees him bent and worn and old, wrapped in mouldering furs under the weight of heavy shadows in the hall of Meduseld. Still other times, she sees him riding to war, mature in years, but yet hale; he charges forth on white steed, spear in hand and the fire of war and death in his eyes. Morwen is certain that she is perceiving these images out of order, but she has ceased trying to understand. There is little point to that now, and after a lifetime of continual striving for the betterment of her family and for the success of her children, she has finally relinquished any desire for influence. She merely lets the images come, lets the knowledge of what has been, what is, what will beā¦ she lets it spill over her like so much fountain water.
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(Statement of Timothy Stoker, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a close encounter with something he believes to have once been Jane Prentiss).
Context (role switching)
[CLICK]
ARCHIVIST
Tim, are you sure?
TIM
I want to make a statement, something happened, and I donāt know- I mean, itās what we do, right?Ā
ARCHIVIST
Not really, we research statements. Then we archive them. We donāt make them.Ā
TIM
Fine, fine, but I need to tell someone what happened and you- or this, is the best I got.Ā
ARCHIVIST
Tim.Ā
TIM
Just, hear me out, okay? And then, you can either toss it aside or dismiss it, like you usually do with everything I say.
ARCHIVIST
I donāt do that.Ā
TIM
It doesnāt need to be an official statement, I just need it off my chest, please, Sasha.Ā
ARCHIVISTĀ
ā¦Ā
Are you okay?
TIM
I donāt know.Ā
ARCHIVIST
ā¦ Tell me what happened.Ā Statement of Timothy Stoker, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regardingā¦
TIM
A real encounter with what I believe to have once been Jane Prentiss.
ARCHIVIST
Recorded direct from subject, 12th March, 2016.
Statement begins.
TIM
Well, a while ago, a few weeks, you were looking into that statement about the spider that wouldnāt go away. Carlos Vittery, the haunted spider statement. Something about it didnāt sit right with me, the whole web death, that doesnāt happen. No other recorded cases of spiders spinning their web around human corpses in England. I asked Martin about it, he loved Spiderās- a little too much if you ask me. Remember the lecture he gave when you smashed that big one in the library ā
ARCHIVIST
Stick to the statement, Tim.
TIM
Right.Ā Right, yes. You asked me to find anything I could about Mr. Vittery, and when my usual methods ended up empty-handed, I.. I decided to check out his flat in Boothby Road. It wasnāt too far of a trip, I know the Institute wonāt cover it. Thatās not why Iām doing it, Iām not looking for Institute funds any more. I found the building, early morning, and it looks just like Mr. Vittery described in his statement. Itās locked, obviously, I canāt get in and no one answered the buzzers. I had already got this far and I didnāt want to come back with nothing to you ā because I know what that entails, so I started looking around. I found a basement window that slightly ajar. It isnāt much, but Iām pretty sure I can get through if I can open it.Ā
[...]
ARCHIVIST
Statement ends.
And youāre sure, about this, Tim?
TIM
I wouldnāt lie to you. Not about something like this.Ā I know you take your job seriously, I wouldnāt want to waste your time.Ā
ARCHIVIST
I didnāt say you did.Ā
TIM
No butā¦ I would only do this if it happened.
ARCHIVIST
I suppose. Tim, I-Ā
Thereās a room in the Archives, Iāve used it before when Iāve worked late. You can stay there for now, if you want, itās not too bad. Iāll talk to Geuturde and maybe have her look into some extra security. The Archives have enough lock to make you feel safe, and the windows should be properly sealed.
TIM
[Confused & flustered]Ā
Oh. Okayā¦ Yeah, thanks. I honestly didnāt expect you toā¦ Believe me.
ARCHIVIST
I thought you said you lost your phone two weeks ago?
TIM
Yeah, something like that, when I went back to the basement.Ā
ARCHIVIST
Yeah. I have received several text messages from your phone, claiming youāre still ill with a stomach bugā¦ Last one said you thought it āmight be a parasiteā. I tried calling you and you never picked up. So, if this does involve Jane Prentiss, then I take it very seriā
[PHONE BUZZES]
Wait
TIM
What?
ARCHIVIST
Another text from you. āKeep him. We have had our fun. He will want to see it when the Archivistās crimson fate arrives.ā
TIM
Excuse me?Ā
ARCHIVIST
It means Iāll ask Gertrude to hire some extra security. Iāll tell Jon and Martin too. Iāll check through the Archives, as I think we have a statement from Ms. Prentiss herself in here somewhere.
Y/n was laying patiently waiting for her boyfriend to get back home
She was naked and on his bed with a large red blanket covering her body
Her pussy was impatient however and needed her boyfriend
Her finger had a mind of itās own and decided to go to her pussy
A moan escapes her mouth right after her finger enters
She started to rub herself and already her head rolled back
āJackā she moans out
As she was touching herself, Jack had entered his bedroom without a word
He knew damn well that he was hard from the sight that stood before him
He cleared his throat which makes her look at him as she continues to touch herself
She didnāt stop when theyāve locked eyes
āI never knew how impatient you could beā Jack started as he started to take his clothes off
Of course she knew how impatient Jack could get, which lead to punishments for him, but now it was her turn for the punishments
āI canāt wait to punish you. Iāve been waiting for this moment for a whileā he said and she stops touching herself and then he comes onto her once he was naked
āWill you let daddy taste you?ā She nodded her head and now her finger that was inside of her was in his mouth
After he had the finger in his mouth, he smiles
āSo goodā he said and then kisses her neck
His way of punishing her was to tease her as much as he can with not entering her
He started to suck her neck now and she moans and god she was being impatient now
āJackā she moans out and he knew how impatient she was now despite him just starting to tease her
He stops and he said āpatients ļæ¼sugar.ā
Jack looks at her boobs and then moves his head towards it
Once close enough, he starts swirling his tongue around her nipple
After a minute, he then starts sucking onto it
She moans and he soon stops
He looks at her with lust filled eyes
āFuck. Now Iām getting impatient. Iāll let you have what ya what nowā he said and then goes into her tight pussy
Her head rolls back and her hands were on his back as he starts to thrust
āFuck! Sugar you feel so good!ā Jack moans out
āMmā she responds which makes him go faster
His cock was hitting her g spot which was making her already need to cum
Her walls being to clench around his cock already
āYou need to cum already sugar?ā He asked in between moans which makes her nod her head
āCum sugarā her seed was now blasted onto his cock
She had also screamed his name as loud as she could since his roomie was out
This made him cum because of her screaming his name
He screams her name
Jack soon pulled out of her and laid down next to her
They laid there for about thirty minutes, until Jack got up and said ācome on sugar, letās go take a shower.ā
And so they go take a shower and afterwards cuddled and chatted until one of them fell asleep (it was Jack who fell asleep)
Y/n gets up as well and now they were taking a shower together
They were both a sweaty mess
His hand goes on her boob and he lightly squeezes it
