#as much as possible all can be fit in one plane ride back.

[tteokdoroki]

hi hi !! :3 first off ur new theme is soo so cute!! n for your valentines event i wanted to send in one for satoru + an amusement park date as the gift !! you can make it sweet or spicy but i don’t have a specific kink in mind for it so that’s free range for ya ehehe

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. swipe spicy: high on you.

about. boom, it’s a match! satoru gojo has always come up with creative ways to celebrate the most romantic day of the year. this time, he decides to make things a little naughtier atop a ferris wheel ride ( 1.4K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, established relationships, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, also ik ferris wheels don’t exist at amusement parks shuddap!! fem!reader.

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every valentine’s day you’ve spent with satoru has been unique. different. 

for your first, he’d filled every corner of your apartment with every type of flower he could possible find because he wasn’t sure what type was your favourite (he was too nervous to ask). for the second, he’d rented out an entire aquarium for you to walk through and dragging him through each exhibition with pure unfiltered joy. for the Valentine’s Day that he had proposed — your third or fourth, satoru had rented a plane that carried the message ‘will you marry me?’ to fly over your rooftop dinner date. you’d said yes, of course, and every day with satoru since had been a wild ride. 

even now, years into your life together, he remained just as crafty and as adventurous as satoru’s gojo had always been. 

“s-satoru!” you squeal needily, tucking your face into your lover’s shoulder in a weak attempt to muffle your weak cries and trembling voice. “‘toru please. n-not here. n-not now,” you add when his slender and inquisitive fingers dip past the waistband of your jeans and the scalloped edge of your cotton panties. he’s been like this all day, feeling you up in line for different rides, licking the sugar from your fingers outside overpriced concessions stands dotted across the amusement park he'd taken you to. and now, satoru’s ravenousness has come to a head — with him trying to finger fuck you at the top of the ferris wheel. “p-people are around!” 

while typically a romantic spot to watch the world go by, the white haired man has his heart set on making you squirm and cry at the highest peak of the ride. “that’s what makes this all the more fun, right baby?” his digits flex under the rough denim of your jeans in an attempt to get a feel for your wetness all while  gojo whispers sinful words against the shell of your ear — hot breath cascading down the back of your neck and sending shivers down your spine. “relax for me, we’re too high up for anyone to notice. let me make you feel good, yeah?”

your hips buck down against your lover’s hand for a taste of friction — chasing the blistering hot sensation that spreads through your lower tummy once his fingertips come into contact with your swelling, pulsating clit. the very notion of your body succumbing to a few of gojo’s simple touches has him chuckling breathily in your ear, his voice an octave lower than usual. you can’t help the instinctual response of your quivering, a stream of wetness gathering in the seat of your underwear too. 

“do you think i can make you cum by the time we reach the top?” satoru mumbles huskily, lowering his head to your neck so that he can place hot, sloppy kisses to your exposed skin — contrasting with the night air. tufts of white hair tickle at your jaw, sending you into a fit of shakes and shivers that make your cart of the ferris wheel rock back and forth. “don’t answer that, i know i can.” he’s cocky when he teases you and has every right to be, your thighs twitch apart instinctively to make space for satoru’s hand between them. 

he skilfully massages your pretty little pussy even from underneath tight denim jeans, circling in your entrance as it dribbles sweet salacious nectar for him. so much so, that you might soil the fabric of your clothes. if your arousal seeps through, would you drip and gush on all those people below? the thought crosses your might and only serves to turn you on even more — evident in the way you clench around nothing as gojo plays with your empty hole. 

“m-mph, satoru,” you hiccup, only tilting your head to face his. your noses nudge slightly, lips ghosting over one another’s while your hot breath mingles. to anyone else — you appear a couple in love, innocently kissing, enjoying a date to the amusement park, and a ride to the top of the ferris wheel. but you’re far from that, and you know it, two delightfully sinful individuals who can’t keep their hands off of one another. “m-more!” 

gojo obliges, and you thank whatever diety is up above for blessing him with such magical fingers. two of them slide past your entrance without resistance, stretching your gooey and sensitive walls around their length easily. “hm? what’s the matter, baby?” comes the silver haired man’s lazy response, a sleazy smirk spreading across his plush pink lips at the sound of you squelching around him already. you shake your head at his question, eyes screwed shut since you’re too far gone with the pleasure to answer coherently.  

from your side, gojo uses his free hand to keep you nice and spread for him — sapphire eyes glowing in the dark night whilst remaining trained on the way your hips jut down to push back against his fingers inside of you. “god you’re so fuckin’ wet. you really like this, huh? all tbose unsuspecting people below…having no idea that i’m fucking your pussy open right above their heads,” he purrs hungrily and curls his fingers, instantly finding your g-spot because he’s mapped out every inch of your sopping walls and knows them off by heart. “taste yourself for me.” 

your lips part on command and tongue rolls out of your mouth to make room for the fingers that have been inside you — sucking on them diligently when satoru presses down on the palette of your tongue. he gets off to the way you taste yourself, moaning around him nastily. you should feel shame and humiliation for acting like this in public, all desperate and needy, but you’re as ravenous and as depraved as satoru is. it’s what makes you a match made in heaven. 

with his fingers now tainted with a crude mix of your saliva and arousal, satoru returns them to your temperate and sopping mound — stuffing you full of him once more. he’s knuckle deep in your cunt before you can even moan his name, stroking your insides into the shape of him while you drool syrupy evidence of your arousal into the seat of his palm. 

“we’re almost to the top, brace yourself, pretty girl. i gotta see you cum. it’ll give me the prettiest view.” satoru coos to you patronisingly, making sure to grind his wrist against your puffy clit — refusing to let it go unattended. “can you do that for me?” 

everything is so sticky and hot, especially with all of the layers of clothes in the way — shielding your dirty act from any onlookers on the ground or in the carts below you. strings of your slick tie satoru’s fingers to your honeyed sex and glue this thumb to your sensitive nub, tucked away between your puffy pussy lips. you claw at the silver haired man’s arm trapped in the middle of your quivering thighs band writhe around in the cart so much so that it creaks with the weight.

you whimper into the cool night air, but satoru lights your body on fire from the inside out — your gut lurching and twisting with an unbearable sense of yearning. “‘m close… think i’m gonna—“ you begin to stutter, bleating like a lamb being sent to the slaughter. you remain at the mercy of your boyfriend’s fast paced fingers, pumping in and out of you with no regard to the painful stack of ecstasy building up inside of you. “please, i can’t hold it, ‘toru,” 

“you don’t have to,” your lover tsks in reply, never slowing the speed of his digits stroking at your ribbed walls, slipping and sliding against pleasure spots only he knows exist. “why don’t you let go for me, yeah? there you go. that’s it… just like that and all for me,” satoru’s mouth find yours in the final stretch, sloppy praises whispered against your kiss swollen lips while he rubs over your luscious and equally swollen folds like his life depends on it. “let the people down there know how fuckin’ good i finger fuck this sweet pussy. cum for me baby, i know you can do it.” 

each syllable, each impassioned word that escapes him and that he pours into you drags you by the ankle towards your high — and you don’t even try to fight it. once you reach the very top of the ferris wheel, your peak reaches a crescendo. satoru flings himself over you, arm arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you in place in the cart as your orgasm crashes over you in drowning waves. you slip beneath the surface of pleasure, your cunt rushing like a river while you cum all over satoru’s masterful hand with a muffled cry of his name. 

“satoru!” 

“shh, quiet…that’s my girl, my sweet sweet girl.” he sighs dreamily, fucking you with your fingers throughout your high — only pulling out of your greedy cunt to slap down on it, dragging more spurts of arousal out of you. you squirt through your jeans, onto the metal seat in your ferris wheel cart and all over satoru. who happily praises you through it all. “i bet you’re just drippin’ on all those nasty strangers below. i’m sure they’d love it.” 

catching your breath, you tuck your face into satoru’s neck while you come down from your high (and literally too — your cart begins to make its descent back town from the top of the ferris wheel). “y-you’re sick.”

satoru smiles, slow and sexy. “but you love me,” 

“mhm, sure,” you quip, somehow finding the energy to pull away from your debauched lover to shift to your knees in front of him — the cool metal digging into your knees. “maybe i love you just a little.” 

“only a little? then why are you on your knees for me?” he asks, spreading his legs to make room for you between them. 

“it’s your turn, i want to see if i can make you come before we get to the bottom of the wheel.” you say breathlessly and with mirthy eyes, teeth descending on gojo’s zipper while you bat your eyelashes up at him. 

celebrating valentine’s day with satoru was always…unique. different…but you’d be lying if you said you failed to enjoy his unconventional methods of gift giving with the person you loved most. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[sailorholly]

Strictly Business Pt 6

Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Smut. 18+ only.

Minors DNI. Typical Criminal Minds stuff.

W/C: 1K

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You felt like such a badass when you captured the unsub. You reached for your handcuffs, when you realized he lured you into a false sense of security. He turned around, grabbing your wrists and throwing you to the ground.

Your heart raced, panic surged through you. You were supposed to wait for backup, but you were afraid you would lose him if you didn’t go for it. You brace yourself for impact as his foot reared back, ready to kick you in the ribs. You open your eyes when you hear footsteps running toward you.

Spencer grabbed the unsub, slinging him against the brick wall. “Get away from her.” He commanded. You shouldn’t be this turned on. Not in this situation. But Spencer was incredibly sexy when he was protecting you.

You watched as he handcuffed the unsub, tilting his head toward you to ask if you were okay. When he was loaded into the back of the police car, Spencer pulled you in for a hug. “I was so worried about you. Please don’t do anything reckless like that again.”

On the way home, everyone was exhausted. It was a four hour plane ride home. It was already late when you left, so everyone was asleep except for you and Spencer. You were reading one of your romance novels together. You just got to the part where the Viking took his bride to bed for the first time. Your breathing grew more ragged with every detail.

You glance at Spencer who was reading over your shoulder. He waited patiently for you to finish and turn the page. His eyes were heavy with lust. You place your hand on his thigh, moving it toward his growing erection. He captures your wrist in his large hand. “Not here. Meet me in the bathroom in three minutes.” He growls into your ear.

You squeeze your thighs together trying to suppress your desire as he walks to the bathroom on the back of the jet. The anticipation was killing you. You had been turned on since Spencer came to your rescue earlier. You checked your phone often. Time seemed like it wasn’t even passing.

Finally, three minutes had passed. You make your way to the bathroom, trying not to run. You walked by your sleeping colleagues who were none the wiser. You open the door, finding Spencer waiting on the other side. He pulls you in, closing the door as silently as possible.

He turns the lock upwards ensuring your privacy. His soft lips are on you before you can blink. You lean into the kiss, letting your hands travel up his arms and down his back. You shove him against the wall, your fingers finding the button on his pants and undoing it.

You palm his hard length through his boxers and he looks down at you. You sink to your knees in front of him, hands working to free him. You take him between both hands, noticing how they don’t fit all the way around him. You guide his throbbing cock into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him, tracing the veins with your tongue as he slides to the back of your throat.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder as you flick your tongue against him. He moans your name, hands coming down to hold your head. Hearing him come undone because of you makes you feel primal. You scoot closer on your knees. The floor is so hard, you know you will have bruises later. You swallow around him, remembering how much he liked it last time.

You meet his gaze as he runs his hand over your exposed throat. You moan around his length, wondering if he could feel himself inside. You gag when he hits too deep. Tears filling your eyes as you choke. You try again, taking him deeper. You speed up your pace when you hear his breathing become ragged. Your hands wrap around his thighs, tugging him closer.

He places a slender finger under your chin, tilting your face up. “Swallow.” He orders as you feel him spill down the back of your throat, you take every drop, never breaking eye contact. You release him with a pop, then pull the tip back in to lick it clean. He helps you up, and you look at him incredulously.

You loved how confident he was becoming. A few weeks ago, Spencer would have never told you to swallow when he came. Your panties were destroyed. He switches positions with you, pressing your back against the wall as he towers over you.

You hold your breath as Spencer lowers himself, getting on his knees before you. He reaches up your skirt, pulling your panties down your legs. He feels how wet you are, your arousal dripping down your thighs. He smirks, “You’re so wet for me already. I haven’t even touched you yet. Did choking on my cock turn you on?” You could get used to the dirty talk. This new sexually confident Spencer would be the death of you.

He lifts your skirt up to your waist, spreading your legs apart. “I need you to be quite. Can you do that for me?” You nod in agreement, knowing it was easier said than done. Spencer’s nose brushes your clit, and you whimper.

He stops immediately, looking up at you. “I’ll have to stop if you’re too loud. You don’t want that, do you?” You were so desperate, you would agree to anything if it meant he would get you off. “Please Spencer, don’t stop. I can be quiet, I promise. Just please don’t stop.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” He says lowering his head again. He grabs your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder giving him better access. His slick tongue swirls in fast circles against you. He memorized what you like, and he used it against you every time. Normally he would take his time, savoring you.

But, there was not time for that. You had to rush, just in case someone woke up. His soft lips lock around your clit, tugging with the perfect pressure. A cry of his name escapes your lips, you look down thinking he will stop. His hand closes around your mouth to muffle the sound instead.

You watch as his head moves between your thighs, messy curls going in every direction. You can’t help your moaning as he sucks harder. His hand presses more firmly against your mouth, and you shatter into a million pieces. His unrelenting tongue glides over you, drinking down every drop.

Spencer stands up, walking over to your long forgotten panties on the floor. He picks them up, tucking them away in his pocket. “You go first. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You pull your skirt down, smoothing the wrinkles before walking out. You almost expect the whole team to be waiting on the other side of the door.

You sigh in relief when you make it back to your seat, and no one has seemed to move. A few minutes go by, and Spencer returns taking his place beside you. You grab a blanket off the side of your seat, draping it over both of you.

He lays his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. Your rest is interrupted when Rossi sits up, looking at both of you. “Finally! I thought you were going to be in there the rest of the trip.” He jumps up, sprinting to the bathroom. You and Spencer share an amused look, before bursting into laughter.

Part Seven

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[kbagraces]

Flip A Switch - Lando Norris

Lando Norris Mafia AU

As much as we try to suppress the stigma, strong women will continue to be perceived as intimidating until you learn to love us.

PART 3 - Demons

I sped straight home to Mandi. She's my absolute ride or die, she's also the only person I've ever been allowed to be around. My father always hated anyone who tried to associate with me, Mandi somehow charmed her way into being my best friend and almost like an adopted cousin to my family. She's been by my side from the age of 15 and will be forever.

I may not have a gang of men supporting me but combined, Mandi and I have more intelligence than the lot of them. Mandi suggested there was no time to be wasted so we packed up all the stuff we could carry, my essentials consisted of all the weapons i could fit into my bag, Mandi however filled hers with clothes for every scenario as in her words "murderous rampages can still look cute". And I can't argue with that.

We had a plane waiting for us in Dover, we agreed flying from London would be a little too obvious however we were going to detour through London to possibly trick them in case they were tracking us in anyway. Keegan is not the brightest so I don't think he would've caught on just yet, but you never know his team might surprise me.

We sped down winding country roads, only an hour from London where we'd stop briefly.

Mandi reached to turn down the music, "What do you think Norris meant when he said his family leaving your dad was a misunderstanding?"

Now i love Mandi, but she does like to see the good in people. This was just not one of the times it was needed.

"Mands, he's a man. He's lying. As much as he painted it that he wanted to help me, there's always an ulterior motive, there always is with men in this business."

"Your dad was a man though. You trusted him, even more than you trust me."

"Daddy always had my best interests at heart. He never lied to me." I miss him so much, we were exactly the same. My mother used to hate the way we'd pair up in everything we did. My relationship with him fuelled Keegan's hatred as well. Daddy loved Keegan, he was a great father to us both. But daddy knew Keegan wasn't business minded, he was messy and he never planned things out or thought before he acted, he wouldn't make a good leader and he's going to ruin my entire bloodlines reputation if we don't get to Spain.

Keegan knows. Unsure when they're leaving.

"Why is he still reaching out to you?" Mandi questions as Lando's message flashes up on the dash. "You must've made a lasting impression." She smirked, I wasn't sure what she was getting at but i didn't appreciate it.

"Not going to send some love hearts back then?"

She finds herself too funny.

"Fuck off and put this in," I lean over my the centre console into my bag in the back, pulling out earpieces. She raises an eyebrow, I already know what she's thinking.

"Are we fucking spies now or something?" She laughs.

"I know you think it's excessive Mands but this isn't a drive along with my dad, you're fully involved now. It's just a precaution." She nods, slipping the device into her ear.

The low fuel warning light flashes up on the dash, "might have to make an early stop."

We pull into a rough looking petrol station. Mandi jumps out of the car beginning to fill it up. Watching her every move in case of any unexpected danger she waltzes into the station. She suddenly turns to the cashier before bolting to the dimly lit bathroom.

"Y/n/n, fuck there's two men sat in the cafe. Guns on the table, the cashier looks fucking terrified. I think they're- I hear her say over the earpiece.

The sound of glass exploding beside my head cut off whatever she was saying. Shards flew all around me, i instinctively ducked down into the foot well of Mandi's car.

"Mands. Don't move. Do not leave the bathroom" I stressed, popping my head up slightly, the men had disappeared from the cafe however the entrance to the petrol station door was swinging.

"Are you fucking joking? You'll die on your own!"

"Stay there!" I screamed, she's not here for this.

Footsteps clicked around the car, "I think we got her! The boss will be happy. Check her."

The passenger side door where I sat flew open, my gun being the first thing to welcome him, not the dead body he was expecting. A smirk found its way on my face as he scrambles for his own gun once more. One shot to the head. He slumps straight down. I jump out, where is this other idiot. "If you're going to put a hit on me, you actually have to hit me you fucker." I spit, sliding my way around the car.

"You've got a smart fucking mouth. They all say it's a shame you're a bitch with a body like that." I feel his arms clasp around me, pulling me against his body. One hand clasping a knife pressed into my neck, not hard enough to pierce the skin, but with one glide, dead. His other hand wrapped in his hand pulling my head back into his shoulder.

Fuck. I bend my arm backwards, grabbing at his manhood, squeezing and twisting. He screams out in pain, leading his grip to tighten, the opposite of what I was hoping would happen.

"Fuck you." He seethes, smashing my head into the side of the car. My vision going with every hit.

I hear Mandi, come out screaming. She's not armed. I made a mistake not providing her with a weapon, i didnt think we'd need them this early into the trip. Fucking stupid.

I want to yell at her to stop, I don't know how close she is.

I hear a gun shot.

Mandi.

But then the grip begins to loosen in my hair his head sliding down my back a warm trail of what i assumed is his blood staining the back of my hoodie. Did Mandi have a gun?

"What the fuck?" I hear her exclaim.

My body collapses finally, my vision still blurred but the piercing screaming sound in my ears slowly dispersing.

"How many times do I have to stop these situations before you realise I'm on your side?"

I know that voice. I'm starting to hate that voice. Lando.

I know he just saved me and Mandi, but he just can't mask the cockiness in his voice.

"How did you know we were here?" Mandi questions as she runs over to me, wiping the hair that was stuck to my head with blood away. Using her sleeve to clean up what she could.

"If they can track you, so can we." He shrugged. He's worryingly nonchalant after killing someone. I feel pangs of guilt even if i hate them, with Lando, not a care in the world, he was born to be a killer. I was taught.

"Thank you." I choke out, my voice hoarse.

"Nat has a place not too far from here. It's protected, you guys can crash with us tonight. No strings if you still want to be proud and carry on without us you can. But get some rest first." He speaks to Mandi, he can tell she's not as one track minded as i am.

"No we need to carry on-"

"Y/n with what car? You're in no state of mind to make decisions."

I try to argue but i feel Lando's hands already, grabbing both my arms, pulling me up. I lean into him, feeling a lot less stable than i convinced myself i was. Mandi already stepping into the car, Lando assists me to the car, my arm around his waist as his is slid beneath my arms.

"Good to see you again, y/n!" Natalie cheers as Lando places me in the backseat, he leans over clicking in my seat belt for me, I want to protest, but i genuinely don't think i could've done that myself.

Its strange how Natalie is so cheery as if she didn't just witness a murder, possibly two.

The mumbles of their voices all begin to merge together. I hear Mandi, shaking me to stay away just until we get to Natalie's.

All i could do was hum.

I can't fight it. Their voices finally disappear.

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[foreverrandomwritings]

OMG congratulations!! I'll try to contain myself but be prepared for a few of these at least!

starting strong, skinny dipping even though it's much too cold w/ my love Phoenix

What's In The Honeymoon?- Part 5/5

Summary: This is my last installment in my short series "What's in the Envelope/Box/Plane/Vows?". This can be read as a stand alone however. I think it's fitting that @sylviebell was the one to give me the idea for the first part of the series as well as the last.

ALSO HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY SYLVIE💜

Thank you for being such an absolutely radical person and my favorite fellow Phoenix girlie💜

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x afab!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, alcohol, smut, MINORS DNI 18+, one swear word, public nudity and that's it.

Word count: 1940

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Landing in Porto was a huge relief. You had never taken such a long flight before. Your Wife had reassured you throughout the whole thing that she was going to be right there the whole time. She limited her bathroom breaks to make sure she was with you as much as possible to soothe your anxieties. She told you about how exciting it would be once you landed and got to start your fiveish day-long honeymoon.

You had both gone back and forth over where you wanted the honeymoon to take place until you decided on the slow paced city of Portugal. Natasha had found an airbnb overlooking the beach. The sites you had checked told you of the beautiful beach, the amazing culture and tasteful wineries. 

You hadn’t had a problem getting to your residency for the week. The cab ride over was spent staring out the windows. Occasionally one of you would mention something you saw and might like to do. Natasha made a list on her phone so you could go and look back at it later on. The both of you took the night to enjoy dinner at a beautiful restaurant before walking along the beach. 

As the night got colder you convinced your wife to get back to the airbnb. She was quick to agree when you told her what you were wearing under your clothes. She all but dragged you down the beach as your laughter filled the night air. She never failed to make you feel amazing. 

The first full day there was spent going out shopping to grab some souvenirs for yourselves and all the people back home. Then you went to a local market for food for the week. A winery made its way into your plans as you passed it. Noting it in the list to go back later after taking your food back. You spent hours at the beach before finally heading to the winery for dinner and a tasting. 

You enjoyed the night spent listening to the live band sipping on the different wines. Natasha had convinced you to dance with her at some point. You both swirled and twirled across the makeshift dance floor with the other couples both young and old. As a slow song came on she wrapped you in her arms and hummed along to the melody. You would never get sick of the feeling of being so close to her.

The next morning you were awoken to the smell of breakfast and coffee. You got up pulling on a shirt from the floor before padding out to the kitchen. You saw your wife standing at the stove flipping a piece of french toast in a pan before moving to cut up some fruit. You wrapped your arms around her middle resting your head against her shirt covered back. You both hummed at the contact with one another. 

Breakfast went quickly as you had barely been able to keep your hands off of her. She had moaned as you swiped your thumb across the corner of her lip gathering some whipped cream that had missed her mouth. You sucked your thumb into your own mouth licking the cream off of it. Your eyes remained on hers at the action and she was quickly throwing you over her shoulder and taking you to bed. She grabbed the can of whipped cream and bowl of strawberries that were sitting on the table as she went. 

“We’re gonna have some fun.” she said as she gently placed you on the bed. Your eyes lit up as you spotted the food in her hand. She tugged your shirt off your body before requesting you to lay down. Then she got to work dragging a berry across your skin and lapping up the sticky juices with her tongue. She had you writhing beneath her as she circled your nipples with the fruit. The cold sensation making your nipples harden even more than they already were. As the teasing continued you begged her to touch you. She replied by popping a berry into your mouth. You chewed it slowly as you saw her leaving a line of whipped cream from in between your breasts down towards your cunt stopping right before it. 

You shuddered as she licked from the bottom of the line up towards your breasts. You connected your lips to hers the flavors of strawberry and whipped cream clashing together as your tongues fought for dominance. Her’s won as it usually did. You slipped your hands under her shirt grasping at her breasts kneading them in your palms. She ground her hips down at the action moaning into your mouth. 

“Want you to sit on my face.” you begged her as you pulled back for air. 

“Is that what you want, baby girl?” she asked you teasingly as she ran a finger between your breasts. 

“Please, sweetheart. I really want to taste you.” you begged her again as the thought of her slick on your tongue blurred your mind. She seemed satisfied with that because she was working her way up your body before she was hovering above your face. You pulled her down brushing your nose across her clit briefly. 

Then you were devouring her. You lapped at her hungrily, desperate to pull an orgasm from her. Your legs were clenching together tightly looking for friction. She moaned loudly and slipped her fingers into your hair. She started rocking her hips against your face languidly as her orgasm quickly approached her. She had never been with anyone before that could get her to the edge so quickly. 

“You’re taking such good care of me. My beautiful, devoted Wife.” the praise had you moaning into her cunt, your cunt dripping onto the sheets below you. She clenched around your tongue as it harshly darted inside her. Her hand that wasn’t in your hair came up to toy with her nipple as she teetered on the presipe of ecstasy. Her head was thrown back as her orgasm waved through her. She slowed her hips until they were completely still. She climbed off you carefully, a groaning leaving her chest as she saw the evidence of her climax coating your face. You gave her a pleased grin as you licked your lips. You wanted to taste every last drop of her. 

“My turn.” she said simply before she worked your legs open and ran a finger along your folds. She circled over your clit with that same finger once before she was following it with her tongue. Where your tongue was frenzied and sloppy hers was slow and precise. 

She licked at you calmly, wanting to drag out your orgasm. You were already close and she knew that. One of your biggest turn ons was having her cum as she rode your face. So she knew that you were likely to cum within a couple of minutes. But she wanted to try to prolong it slightly. 

Your left leg came up to rest against her back nudging her impossibly closer to your cunt. You moaned as she lightly sucked your clit between her lips. She was addicted to the way you sounded. 

“Sweetheart.” you breathless moaned into the air, turning your head to try and dig into the pillow. 

She looked up at you from her spot between your legs. She could see your hardened nipples and the way you were struggling to hold back your orgasm. But you knew better than to cum without her permission. She tested you though as she sucked on your clit again. Your other leg came up to squeeze against her head. That was the last sign she needed to know you were right where she wanted you. 

As she gave your leg a squeeze with her hand you came undone. That rubberband of tension snapping as your hands gripped at the sheets and your toes curled. You let out a whine as she continued to lick and suck at your clit. As she pulled back she took in the sight of you laying on the bed. The image was something she wanted to ingrain in her mind for eternity. The rest of the day was spent giving each other countless orgasms until neither of you could move much. 

Thursday was your only pre planned day there. Going out on a boat to look for whales and dolphins and such. You had at one point stopped to participate in scuba diving. You took in the sight of life under the water. You spent the night indoors eating pasta that you had made for dinner, drinking a couple of glasses of wine. Before the night ended in your tangled up bodies in the sheets once again. The bliss of being newlyweds was all consuming.

Friday was your last full day there and you had decided to make the most of it. You spent your time crossing off things from your list. Sightseeing a few local places, eating at restaurants that caught your eye, going shopping along the vendor strip. You stopped and danced here and there when there was someone playing an instrument in the streets. As the sun began to set on the water you found yourselves sitting in the sand. 

The night had started to become cold and you were close to asking Natasha to go back to the house until she abruptly stood up. You looked at her questioningly. The look she had in her eyes was one of mischief and you knew nothing good was to come of it. 

“What do you want to do?” you asked her accusingly. 

“I want to go swimming.” She said with a toothy grin.

“Nat we don’t even have our swimsuits on or any towels.” You said as you shook your head. 

“Let's go skinny dipping.” You could hear the excitement in her voice. You groaned at the idea of getting out of your sweater and jeans to slip into the cold water.

“No fucking way am I getting into that water right now. It’s way too cold out.” You told her sternly. 

“Please baby girl. I promise we can get out if it gets too cold. Plus there’s no one around right now so this is the perfect time.” glancing around the beach you saw that she was right. There wasn’t a person in sight. 

“Fine.” you said as you stood up and started stripping your clothes off. She did the same as she squealed in excitement. 

Then you were running into the water, not wanting anyone to see you naked. You wrapped your arms around your wife as you both went neck deep into the water. Your naked bodies slid against each other as the cold water chilled your form. But Natasha looked happy so you dealt with it. You decided to stare up at the sky taking in the stars and the moon.

“Are you ready to get out baby girl?” Natasha’s voice cut through the silence of the night. You hadn’t realized your teeth were slightly chattering until she spoke. 

“Yes please.” you told her and she was holding your hand leading you back to shore. The both of you got dressed quickly before slowly walking back to the house hand in hand. As you laid in bed that night freshly showered you thought about the future you had to look forward to with the brunette laid beside you. Even though you were sad for your time in the country to be brought to a close you couldn’t wait to get back home and make a lifetime of memories with her.

A/N: A litte bittersweet to see the end of baby girl and sweetheart. But so happy to have finished this series, mark off something from my hundred celly and complete my first full week of posting something everyday for my pride month celly. Thank you so much @sylviebell for this ask and all the support you give me!

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[mountain-in-springtime]

unchained melody

pairing: josh x reader | word count: 914 | warnings: kissing (?), slight implications of nsfw but only if you're really looking for it | my masterlist

summary: a quiet evening with josh after he returns from tour <3

author's note: this idea came into my head yesterday, and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it, so i hope y'all enjoy it. also, this is obviously inspired by hearing josh sing unchained melody

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Josh practically fell through the front door. He’d been away on tour for what felt like a lifetime, and his plane ride home had left him exhausted. He placed his bags on the ground and allowed his eyes to scan the room. His only concern was finding you and having you in his arms again. Thankfully, his prayers were answered as he heard footsteps drawing closer from the hallway.

“Joshy!” you gasped, running up to him and enveloping him in a tight hug.

He let out a small chuckle. “Hey, honey, it’s good to see you. I missed you so much.”

Your grip on him only tightened. “I missed you too, Josh. What are you doing here so early? I thought you were landing around nine.”

“Our flights got moved up, so I figured I’d surprise you,” he explained with a smile. “But if you want, I can leave and just come back at nine.” He started to pull away but was quickly stopped by your arms holding him in place.

“Not a chance, Joshua,” you said through a fit of laughter. “Besides, I like surprises.”

He fell into a small string of giggles. “Good.”

Your lover leaned forward, pulling you into a kiss. You felt his hands travel to the small of your back as yours found their way into his mess of curls. Feeling his touch again after months of being separated was like heaven on earth, and you couldn't wait to make up for lost time. You pushed yourself against Josh, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He deepened the kiss, his hungry lips moving against yours. You kissed him back with fervor until you finally (and reluctantly) pulled away.

“Alright, loverboy, I have a pot of soup in the kitchen that I have to go check on,” you said, watching the pink hue that colored Josh's cheeks at the pet name.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were cooking anything. Do you need any help?” he asked as he slowly made his way towards the kitchen.

You shook your head. “No, baby, I just want you to relax. The soup was supposed to be ready when you got home, but it might take another 30 minutes or so.”

“That’s alright,” he replied, placing a quick kiss to your forehead, “I appreciate you doing all this, you know. You didn’t have to.”

You smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek in return. “I know, but I wanted to. I like to make you feel special.”

He gave you a soft smile, “Well, thank you, honey. That’s very sweet of you,” he responded, pulling you in for one last hug before letting you tend to the simmering pot on the stove.

When you got to the counter, you turned back to face Josh again. “Hey, honey, why don’t you put on a record before you sit down? You can pick the album.”

“Great idea,” he answered, walking into the living room. After a few moments, he returned, and the sound of gentle music filled the household. You let out a long sigh as Josh sat at the kitchen table, a content smile painted across his features.

You returned the smile, turning back towards the stove. "So tell me about the tour! I wanna hear all the details."

His face lit up as he began a long account of various stories from the road and high points from each show. You happily listened, delighted to hear his voice and be in his company again. As the two of you fell into a moment of silence, you heard the record player begin another song.

Woah, my love, my darling

I’ve hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time

Josh got up from his seat and began to walk towards you. “Oh, baby, dance with me.” You felt his hands find their way to your sides, gently turning you to face him.

You gave a quiet “okay” before placing your hands on his shoulders and pulling yourself into his embrace. The two of you softly swayed back and forth, slowly making your way across the kitchen floor. After a bit, Josh began to quietly sing along to the record

Lonely rivers flow

To the sea, to the sea

To the open arms of the sea, yeah

Lonely rivers sigh

Wait for me, wait for me

I’ll be coming home, wait for me

You looked up at him and grabbed his face, pulling his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle but full of passion, and it completely enveloped the both of you, allowing you to become lost in each other until there was nothing left but silence in the room as the song ended. You finally came up for air but didn’t speak a word, afraid to end such a perfect moment. It was only after a few seconds that Josh broke the silence.

“Hey, baby? I love you so much.”

A wide grin spread across your face, “I love you too, Joshy. I missed you so much,” you said, burying your face into his chest.

He let out a small chuckle, replying, “I missed you too, honey.”

“Hey josh?” you inquired, your face muffled by his chest.

“Yes?” he prompted, looking down at you.

“Maybe that could be our song,” you replied, shyness painting your cheeks pink.

A smile danced across his features as he placed a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, maybe it could, my love.”

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[virgo-mess]

Silver Thread- Epilogue

We've finally made it!

I won't hold you up dive headfirst into this fluffy smut piece and story conclusion my friends.

TW: Fuffffff, Smut, Fluffffyy smut, Loss of Virginity that falls in the realm of genuine love making, Oral (female receiving), Fingering

PSA: Please take a moment to enjoy the artfully crafted mood board I spent weeks creating for no reason at all....please and thank you 😊❤️

Six Weeks Later

Seattle, Washington

        The sky was pretty haze of gold, pink, and orange as Terry and Veda sat quietly, cuddled up in the Canlis restaurant’s private dining room, the Cache room. Veda let out a content sigh as she rested her head against Terry’s shoulder, watching the sun start to dip behind the Cascade Mountain range with a dreamy smile on her face. Terry looked down at her with an equally dreamy smile, his blue eyes glittered in the warm candlelight as he reached down to brush a lock of wavy black hair out her face so he could admire her doe like brown eyes.

       “Today was so much fun, Romeo, thank you” Veda said softly, craning her neck slightly to look at him with adoring eyes and a beaming smile. Today had been the first date they’d been on since Veda got out of the hospital and Terry had purchased a private estate in Seattle to focus on her recovery. He did most of his Dynatox board meetings over the phone and made taking care of Veda in his new lakeside wooded retreat his top priority while Margaret handled things at the office back in LA. Veda had begun to feel like herself again about two weeks ago and most of her injuries had healed up nicely save for her still very broken arm, a few thin scars, and a sore, but healed shoulder. Though she wasn’t sure how she would’ve been able to make it through the past six weeks without Terry by her side, he kept her together in mind, body, and spirit and she knew without him she’d be lost. Terry felt the same way, seeing how much pain his sweet girl had been in that first week after the gala was agonizing of course put out all the stops he could to make today unforgettable for her. He surprised her with a beautiful breakfast in bed, a giant bouquet of pink flowers, and a relaxing bath before taking her to see all the art museums Seattle had to offer and the aquarium. Terry gently caressed Veda’s bare shoulder with the back of his fingers as he smiled back at her with adoring eyes of his own.

       “The days not over yet, I’ve got one more surprise for you my sweet girl” Terry crooned giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead and excitement now swirling in his eyes. He’d been planning this date out for about two weeks now and he couldn’t wait to see how happy this next surprise was going to make her. It still amazed him how the simplest things made her so unbelievably happy and while tonight’s surprise was more on the regular date night agenda, it would still be intimate and meaningful to his angel and that’s all that matter to him. Veda let out a sting of adorable, excited giggles with a bashful blush spreading across her as she peered up at Terry with big eyes. She really couldn’t imagine what else he possibly had in store for her.

        “Oh, are we flying back to Victoria tonight?” Veda asked excitedly, though it still baffled her how Terry managed to fit a private, scenic seaplane flight over to Canada into their busy schedule. Veda couldn’t complain though she loved the romantic horse drawn carriage ride they took, strolling through the gorgeous Butchart Gardens, seeing some of Hatley Castle, and holding hands as they walked along the Inner Harbour. Terry’s smile wavered a bit as he shook his head.

           “No, I’m sorry they only fly the planes out until dusk. We can take another one up there this week, I promise” Terry said looking genuinely apologetic like he somehow had control over seaplanes or their rules. Veda shushed Terry gently, flashing him a sweet smile before pulling him in for a sweet but very passionate kiss that made their waitress quietly slip back out the door with the bill even though she had just walked in. Veda parted for air to see Terry’s beaming smile reclaim its proper place upon his face.

            “Terry that’s okay, you know I’m happy with any surprise you have in store for me regardless, my love. Today has been wonderful and you’re the greatest, prettiest, sweetest most perfect boyfriend in the entire world and you are worth way more than a seaplane flight, baby boy” Veda cooed wholeheartedly, with a sweet smile and a playful wink before she leaned in to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. Terry raised his eyebrows at her in awe before letting out a deep, hearty chuckle just as their waitress walked back into the room with a small smile on her face.

            “I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, sweetheart maybe I should carry you to the car, hmm. They don’t have an elevator and you insisted on wearing heels with your dress even though they give you trouble. You don’t have to wear them you know, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I can assure you no one is looking at your shoes, baby girl.” Terry said wholeheartedly, giving Veda a playful wink of his own and a tender kiss on the cheek while she giggled softly under her breath. The waitress awkwardly cleared her throat as she flashed them both a genuine, apologetic smile.

            “I’m sorry, I hate having to interrupt you guys you’re really so cute together, but I need a signature and I have to watch you do it. Company policy with large bills and what not. So, how long have you guys been married? I’m assuming you’re celebrating an anniversary or a birthday, my fiancé refused to take me here until he proposed…” The waitress said, trying her best not to look annoyed as she thought about her fiancé. Terry silently jotted his name down on the receipt. Veda glanced at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she recalled their very first date a little over three months ago at a roof top restaurant in LA when a waiter asked them the same question.

            “We’ve been married for three years now, together for five we met at one of our college football games…” Veda said watching Terry’s ears flare a bright shade of red out of the corner of her eye with an impish grin on her face. Terry shook his to himself as he handed the waitress the bill with a polite smile and flushed cheeks. “He gets a little embarrassed when I bring it up because I met him after he knocked a cooler full of Gatorade all over my cheer uniform while he was dressed as our school mascot, the BC Renegade Knight.” Veda said, trying so hard not laugh as Terry looked at her in disbelief more so that she could come up with absurd stories on a whim.

            “Aw that’s such a cute way to meet” the waitress cooed with a soft smile on her face. “I won’t hold you two love birds up with all my nosey ramblings, your Renegade Knight looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. I hope you both have a wonderful evening and thank you for dining with us. You two can hang in here for a bit longer if you want the next reservation isn’t until 8:30” the waitress said giving them a small wave and another soft smile before she left the room, but both Terry and Veda caught the suggestive tone in her voice.

            “Veda Noelle, I’m never giving you cocktails and wine at the same time again no matter how big these pretty browns eyes of yours get.” Terry said in a mock stern voice that made Veda giggle cutely as she leaned further against his side. Terry chuckled softly under his breath and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Veda’s temple with amusement and adoration swirling in his eyes.

            “Whatever do you mean, I was just telling our nice waitress how I met my knight in silver armor” Veda said sweetly, batting her long eyelashes at him in the innocent way that always made his heart skip a beat.

            “You know I love being your knight in silver armor but that was a completely fabricated account of how we met, baby girl. Are you going to come up with a new story every time someone asks how long we’ve been married?” Terry asked her with a raised eyebrow, Veda placed her finger under her chin in an adorable ploy of playful contemplation as she stared up at Terry with an impish glint still nestled in her eyes.

            “I didn’t plan on it but if you’re going to get this adorably bashful every time I do it, I think I might. Your ears get so red, my love” Veda cooed, tugging on his ear playfully before nuzzling her nose against his cheek and placing a playful yet adoring kiss on it. Terry chuckled softly at the endearing action before peppering her cheek with adoring kisses of his own.

            “We’ve only been together a few months baby girl but if you keep telling people we’re married, I’m going to have no choice but to propose. You can’t come up with a new story every time if I give you a real one that outshines all the ones you think up in this gorgeous little head of yours.” Terry said teasingly and took in the way Veda immediately became adorably bashful herself with loving blue eyes.

            “Everything you already do is better than any story I could think up and anything I could dreamed, Terry. I know I said I wasn’t ready to get married yet but I guess I just feel special when other people think I’m good enough to be your wife” Veda said sheepishly, Terry’s eyes softened as Veda wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Veda inhaled Terry’s warm comforting scent and felt Terry wrap his arms around her in the form of a tight embrace.

            “Veda baby, you’re more than good enough my sweet girl. You’re perfect, everything I ever dreamed of, and I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone other than you. Now how about we go see that surprise now, hmm” Terry cooed in her ear in a low soothing voice as he placed comforting kisses in her hair and against her temple. Veda nodded her head in acknowledgment, throwing her legs over his lap and craning her neck to look at him with a dreamy smile on her face. Terry smiled back at her, tucking an arm under her knees, he carefully rose to his feet and walked towards the door. Sharing one of their silent conversations as Terry neared the top of the stairs that would take them down to the main dining room and then the car with content smiles and loving eyes.

“I know we’ve only been together a few months, my love but I kind of feel like we’ve been together forever, is that weird” Veda said just above a whisper, running her small fingers through the ends of his dark curls with a coy smile on her face. Terry’s eyes lit up as he remembered the first time, she spoke those words to him so much had changed since then but what hadn’t changed was the way he felt about Veda.

            “Not at all my sweet girl, I feel the same way.”

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            Dusk fell on Seattle in pretty hues of pink and blue just as Terry pulled the car down the long-wooded drive of the Seattle estate with a giddy smile on his face. He could the excitement brewing in Veda’s pretty eyes as he shifted the car into park and couldn’t help the soft chuckle he let out as he gazed over at her wandering brown eyes. Veda met his gaze with a coy smile and innocent eyes and Terry knew she was gearing up to interrogate him much like she was going to do the eve of her birthday when he surprised her with a birthday ball. What he planned for them tonight wasn’t nearly as extravagant, but it would be intimate and sometimes it seemed that the small gestures made his sweet girl ten times happier than the grands and that was something Terry hoped would never change.

        “I saw Milos and Larry carrying large boxes into the estate before we left, is my surprise a big party? Don’t think I didn’t notice you distracting me with a relaxing bath while you went up to the top floor terrace, Romeo” Veda said in a sing song voice with a fit of cute giggles and an impish glint in her eyes. Terry raised his eyebrow with an amused glint in his eyes and another soft chuckle because Veda really never missed a thing.

“No Veda, your surprise is not a party, I was only on the terrace for ten minutes and you already know I won’t tell you what the surprise is. Sometimes I swear you don’t know what the word surprise means, baby girl.” Terry said teasingly giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose Veda looked up at him innocently as she reached forward to toy with some of his black curls softly.

“It was more than ten minutes I know you were up there before you brought me that beautiful breakfast in bed. Oh, woe is me, why do you torment me so, baby boy” Veda said in mock despair as she threw her head onto Terry’s lap and jutted out her lower lip as she gazed up at him with big brown puppy eyes. Terry smiled down at her adoringly before wrapping his arms around her small form and pulling her upright against his chest so he could capture her in a long passionate kiss that left both of them lightheaded. Veda broke the amorous kiss for air and rested her forehead against Terry’s, the pair fell into one of their intimate silences gazing lovingly into the other’s eyes between gasps for air. A soft smile graced Terry’s lips as he trailed a gentle thumb down the length of one of Veda’s rosy cheeks.

“You’re being exceptionally silly this evening sweetheart, part of your surprise is just over there by the lake. Take these off for me, I want your eyes covered and I don’t need my beautiful girlfriend breaking her other arm” Terry said breathlessly placing a tender kiss on her forehead before reaching over the seat to help her with her shoes. Veda giggled watching Terry help her out of her heels, adoring the giddy smile he flashed her before hopping out of the car and rushing to open her door. Terry scooped Veda off the car seat with ease, gently setting her on the ground he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and flashed her another giddy smile.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, are you ready?” Terry cooed, giving her a tender kiss in the cheek Veda nodded feeling her cheeks tint a bashful shade of pink and flashed Terry a beaming smile as she laced her fingers with the hand he had placed on her waist.

“Yes, my love” Veda cooed with a giddy smile of her own as she stood on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Terry beamed at her pulling her one more kiss before laying his large free hand over her eyes and gently guiding her down the path that led towards their private pier. Terry whispered sweet nothings in her ear and occasionally lifted her feet off the ground with ease if he thought something on the stone pathway would cause her even an ounce of pain. Veda felt like she was positively floating the entire walk down and wondered what surprise her Romeo could possibly have in store for her this time though she knew she’s love whatever it was based solely on the fact that Terry gave it to her.

“Alright, stand here for me beautiful but keep your eyes closed just a bit longer for me” Terry cooed as he slowed her to a stop. Veda giggled softly and nodded her head in acknowledgement and kept her eyes closed as promised when she felt Terry’s warm hand fall from her face. She was practically bouncing in excitement as she listened to the sound of the lake’s rippling water, the faint sound of singing songbirds in the trees, and Terry shuffling about wherever it was they were.

“Okay, sweetheart you can open your eyes now” Terry said, Veda bit her lip and fluttered her eyes open to see Terry drop the needle on her record player with an almost sheepish smile on his face as he gazed at her with sparking blue eyes to gage her reaction. Veda let out an audible gasp as she let her eyes take in the rest of their surroundings. The pier was lit up with shimmering gold lanterns and covered in a layer of pink and red rose petals. The soft sound of running water, chirping songbirds, and the delicate notes of Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird filled the air with the sun’s pretty, orange pink farewell washing over the lake’s rippling surface. It had to be one of the most romantic things Terry and done for her to date and Veda couldn’t help the way her heart swelled with joy as her brown doe eyes finally landed on him once more. Terry chuckled softly, admiring yet another one of Veda’s childlike wonder awed expressions with a charming smile and sparkling blue eyes as he extended his hand towards her in a gentlemanly fashion.

           “What’s all this for, Romeo?” Veda asked with rosy cheeks and a coy yet dreamy sort of smile as she placed her small hand in Terry’s larger one.

            “We never got our dance at the gala, baby girl and for that I’m sorry.” Terry said softly, pulling Veda’s small body as close to him as possible. Veda’s brown eyes became watery as they gazed up at him filled with boundless amounts of love and adoration in the warm glow of the gleaming lanterns and the setting sun. Veda felt more connected to Terry than ever before, more in love with him even and she didn’t think that was possible all she knew is she wanted to be with him in every way possible.

            “That wasn’t your fault my love, but this is a very beautiful surprise, thank you” Veda said standing on her tip toes to capture him in another passionate kiss that left both of their hearts fluttering.  They stayed like this for what felt like forever completely intertwined, so in tune with each other, neither of them was sure where they ended and where the other began. Gazing deeply into each other’s eyes with soft smiles as they in the form of a gentle sway to the rhythm of the music until the sun finally dipped beyond the horizon and nightfall overtook them.

            “Shall we go see the second part of your surprise?” Terry asked softly, breaking the intimate silence that had fell between them with a playful kiss on the tip of Veda’s nose. Veda looked at him in disbelief as she let out a cute string of giggles.

            “What do you mean second part of the surprise, Terry, this was more than enough. We’ve done so many amazing things today you don’t need to give me anything else” Veda said in a firm but playful tone as she wrapped her arms around Terry’s neck.

            “You already know you can’t talk me out of spoiling you, my sweet girl and it’s more along the lines of another romantic gesture versus a tangible gift but I hope you’ll like it all the same” Terry chuckled scooping her into his arms and making his way up the cobblestone steps towards the estate with a grin spread across his face.

            “I love everything you do for me Terry, you know that. I love you” Veda cooed nuzzling her face into his neck with a content smile on her face as a Terry placed a few soft kisses into her hair. She already knew how they’d be ending the night whether Terry was prepared for her to throw herself at him or not. They had only talked about sex a handful of times since the events of July 6th, Veda was sure she was more than ready, but Terry wanted her to be fully recovered before they finally took this step together. Technically her arm was still broken but all the other more important injuries both mental and physical had healed up just fine the swelling went down a few weeks ago so her promise ring fit on her left ring finger normally again, and it was all because of Terry. Veda couldn’t fathom giving her virginity to anyone that loved her any less than he did and that was why she was going to do whatever it took tonight to get Terry to let up on his adorable overprotective nature just a bit.

            “Here we go, pretty girl” Terry crooned, setting Veda down in front of him so he could push the large front door to the estate open to reveal the front entrance and staircase railings littered with hordes of pink flowers. Much like he had filled Kennedy Cottage for her the better half of that intimate fourth of July weekend they shared at the San Ysidro Ranch. Veda felt her eyes grow watery again as Terry wrapped his arms around her waist and peppered the side of her face with kisses.

            “Don’t cry baby girl, I still have to show you the terrace” Terry cooed reassuringly, Veda flashed him a reassuring smile as she turned around in his arms to pepper his face with kisses of her own while she ran her fingers through the ends of his dark curls. Terry let out a content sigh as Veda pulled back to gaze into his eyes with a coy smile on her face.

            “I’m just so happy, please show me the terrace my love” Veda said batting her eyes at him coyly already falling into her ploy of the innocent temptress. Terry looked at her with amusement swirling in his sparkling eyes though he already had a general idea of what thoughts were running through his sweet girl’s head. Terry found it adorable Veda still thought he couldn’t pick up on when she was trying to seduce him coyly or when she was so obviously getting horny for him. Terry stifled a chuckle as he lifted Veda off the ground ever so slightly and whisked her toward the staircase at a quick, playful pace.

            “Yes, my princess right away, my princess” Terry said teasingly, Veda giggled tightening her hold around Terry’s neck as he bounded up the stairs giving her playful kisses on her cheek and nose with every step he took. By the time he reached the top floor terrace Veda had tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard and Terry couldn’t help but laugh with her.

            “What do you think about cuddling under the stars tonight, hmm. I’ll light a fire and you slip into something more comfortable” Terry said wiping away a few of her stray tears with a thumb and a big grin on his face. Veda grinned at him nodding her head eagerly in response and placing a soft peck on his lips.

            “That sounds wonderful, Terry. Do you want me to get some blankets and pillows from the closet for us?” Veda asked sweetly, still playing with the ends of his hair in the same comforting manner she always did. Terry shook his head and finally took a step out onto the terrace so Veda could see what he had spent the morning setting up for them to enjoy this evening. Terry watched her pretty brown eyes sweep over the bundles of brightly colored pillows, blankets, pink flowers, and lanterns with such a pure form of joy it made his heart flutter and swell with pride knowing that he had been the one to put it there.

            “Oh, Terry” Veda said softly, seeming to be at a loss for words as she finally met his gaze though she really didn’t have to say anything because Terry already knew. Terry’s eyes softened as he set Veda back on her feet gently.

            “I know baby girl, why don’t you put on those comfy clothes while I start the fire, hmm” Terry said giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, Veda nodded giving him a sheepish smile before retreating into the house though the impish glint in her brown eyes wasn’t lost on Terry. He watched her pink dress disappear through the doorway and just knew he was in for a long night that would surely result in Veda getting exactly what she wanted because she really did have him wrapped around her little finger. Terry chuckled to himself as he lit a match and got to work on lighting the fire and turning on some more of his sweet girl’s favorite band on the boombox.

Meanwhile, Veda was down the hall tearing through her still half-packed suitcase in the master closet. An impish grin spread across her face as her fingers grasped the delicate fabric of what she’d been searching for. Veda giggled triumphantly to herself as she somehow managed to slip the delicate silky fabric under the beautiful but snug pink flower gown Terry had gifted her just this morning without having to unzip it. Which was perfect for the coy little seductive ploy she had in store for him. Veda couldn’t tell if it was simply her desire to have Terry and be with him completely at this very moment that was fueling her or if it was more the fact that Terry Silver had found the heart to tell her no for the first-time mere weeks ago…either way it just wouldn’t do. Even if it was coming from a genuine place of love and concern Veda had every intention of remedying what she deemed a rather silly hill to die on.

            Veda bit her lip as she tipped toed down the hall and back onto the terrace to find Terry leaning against the balcony rail with his head gazing up at the stars. Veda couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked for once and found herself thinking of the night they shared at the Beverly Willshire on her birthday. When she found him in much of the same position staring out the window at the starry LA skyline in deep thought, she never did find out what he was thinking about that night. Veda crept further out onto the terrace and found herself wrapping her arms around his torso from behind the same way she had done back then taking a deep inhale of his comforting scent as she rested her cheek against his spine. She felt Terry place his large hand on top of her cast arm, gingerly drawing patterns on the back of her hand with his thumb.

            “What are you thinking about?” Veda asked softly, Terry made a soft ‘hmm’ as he turned around to face her with a soft smile and blue eyes that glittered in the warm glow of the crackling fire and glowing lanterns. Terry gently held her cast arm hand against his chest and reached out to draw more gently patterns on the side of her cheek.

            “Just about you, my beautiful angel” he cooed placing a tender kiss on her forehead before taking in her appearance with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I thought you were changing into a comfy pajama set for me” Terry said in a slightly teasing tone as he let his hand fall to her bare shoulder. Veda smiled up at him innocently gazing up at him with the big eyes.

            “I was trying to, but my zipper is stuck could you help me, please?” Veda asked coyly batting her lashes at him, Terry nodded his head in acknowledgment with a deep chuckle as he caught the impish glint nestled in her big doe eyes once more. Terry watched Veda pointedly nibble on her lip while her small fingers started toying with the ends of his.

            “Hmm, it’s stuck huh. Let’s see what I can do sweetheart” Terry said, purposely dragging his long fingers over her bare shoulder in a teasing manner until small goosebumps formed on her tanned skin. Veda inhaled sharply and took a quick step forward leaving only enough space not to pinch her rough cast between them and rest her cheek against his chest to gaze up at him the way she always did. Terry let out another soft, breathy chuckle at how she somehow managed to be enticing and adorable all at the same time.

            “Are you sure it’s stuck baby, it looks okay from up here” Terry said in a soft teasing tone as he finally let his fingers settle on the small zipper of her dress. He could see some delicate white fabric just peeking out over one of her small shoulder blades and knew his sweet girl was finally gearing up to talk him out of his “no sex until you’re fully healed” rule. Terry was honestly surprised she hadn’t thought of playing innocent temptress sooner, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t really enjoying seeing her this way for him. Veda bit her lip and nodded at him with big eyes.

            “Yes, please help me Terry” Veda said in a soft, sultry tone that had Terry biting back a moan as he felt his cock twitch against his thigh. Terry let out a pleased sounding hum and leaned down to place gentle kisses on her shoulder before unzipping her dress at a slow pace, finding that he wanted to cherish every bit of this moment if she’d allow it. Terry watched the back of the dress fall open seemingly in slow motion but didn’t allow himself to look for too long.

            “I don’t know baby that opened up pretty easily for me” Terry said nonchalantly meeting her gaze with amused blue eyes watching as an endearing pink blush spread across her pretty cheeks. Veda bit her lip taking a teasing step away from him so the pink dress and all it’s cascading roses would fall to the ground, pooling at her feet to reveal a delicate white babydoll with pink and green floral detailing on the bodice. Terry swore he felt his heart melt as he registered that the babydoll in question was the first one he picked off the rack on their shopping trip for her birthday. Terry stared at her for a long moment, admiring her and all her beauty in the warm glow of the fire and couldn’t fathom how something that beautiful was real or what he had done to deserve someone like Veda.

            “You said to wear it when I was ready” Veda said softly with a coy smile on her face as she reached down to throw the gown over one of the terrace chairs. “It’s too pretty to be on the ground like that” she muttered more to herself than him, but Terry couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched her fold the gown neatly before approaching him with a sultry glint in her eyes that Terry still found incredibly endearing for some reason.

            “I thought we agreed to wait until your arm wasn’t broken, sweetheart.” Terry said with an amused grin watching as Veda immediately started trying to undo the buttons on his black dress shirt with her small hands.

            “What broken arm, I don’t see one.” Veda said batting her eyes at him coquettishly as she shifted her broken arm under his blazer with an innocent smile on her face. Terry chuckled rolling his eyes at her playfully.

            “Oh, you know the one you’re trying to hide under my blazer right now. The one you took pain killers for two times today, baby. I think you can take some more now if you need it,” Terry cooed, gently pulling her arm from under his blazer with concern nestled in his eyes at the fact that most of her skin around the cast was still bruised but at least her promise ring fit on her finger again.

            “Well, then distract me from the pain, my love. I just want to be yours and I want you to be mine” Veda said softy, Terry’s eyes softened as he reached out to stroke soft, reassuring patterns on her cheek and maintained her gaze with devotion nestled in his orbs.

            “Veda baby, I am, you are. You’re my sweet girl. I’m yours…” Terry said wholeheartedly, as he reached forward to cradle her face in his hands and draw soothing circles on her cheeks. Veda gazed back at him with a slight pout on her plump lips, cutely furrowed brows, and the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes she could muster.

            “Then show me Terry” Veda whispered in a low seductive tone her small hands fisted the lapels of his blazer sharply and with one swift tug, she captured Terry in a passionate kiss that left him breathless. Terry moaned into the kiss and moved to pull her flush against his chest once more, but Veda broke the kiss before he had the chance. Veda bit back a smug smirk as she stared back at a now very flustered Terry with a triumphant glint in her eyes. Terry bit back a smile of his own as he stared back at her in awed admiration.

            “That was a little mean don’t you think, baby girl” Terry said with a playful pout on his face and a faint glint of hunger in his blue eyes. Veda innocently batted her eyes at him still biting down on her lip as she back walked to take a seat on the mound of brightly colored pillows, blankets, and pink flowers. Terry found she looked even more ethereal than usual surrounded by flowers all dressed up in a white, very innocent looking babydoll with the crackling fire casting a romantic golden glow on her tanned skin and lit up her big brown eyes.

“Come here baby boy” Veda cooed, beckoning him to her with a small finger in a way that reminded him of their morning rituals in the Dynatox elevators a time when he only dreamt of her being like this for him. Terry couldn’t help but want to savor every second of it if tonight was the night Veda was going to be his completely, he wanted to engrain every expression on her face, every sound she made, and every touch they shared in his mind forever. Terry shrugged off his blazer and tossed it next to her neatly folded gown on the chair before stalking over to take a seat next to her on the makeshift bed he had crafted just this morning with a soft smile on his face. He reached up to stroke her cheek as he gazed deeply into her eyes once more and trailed his free hand over the rough exterior of the cast on her left arm gingerly watching the way her promise ring glittered in the fire light.

“Is it bothering you right now?” Terry asked in a soft but serious tone because he still had an overwhelming urge for her to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible. He still had every intention of being as gentle with his sweet girl as he could. Of course, he had promised to make her first time special and while Seattle was a far cry from Paris, he couldn’t deny every second of today had been just as blissfully perfect for him as it had been for her.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad right now and my arm doesn’t affect my legs anyway, Terrence” Veda said in a distant but familiar saucy tone that had Terry’s heart fluttering and a blush spreading across his cheeks. Veda stared up at him with a small coy smile and one of the most impish glints, Terry had ever seen in those pretty brown doe eyes.

“Terrence” Terry said with a soft chuckle Terry stared back at her in disbelief, finding it hard to believe there was a time when he found her bratty proclivities any less bewitching and sensual than they actually were. “I just want you to be sure, sweetheart” Terry crooned in a sincere tone, Veda’s coy smile softened into one of her reassuring ones and she leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything, Terry” Veda crooned with sincere brown eyes, Terry didn’t hesitate and pulled her into a kiss that managed to be loving, intimate, and deeply passionate all at the same time. Veda moaned into the kiss and tangled her fingers into the ends of Terry’s soft black curls and found herself trying to free them from their confines instinctively. She felt Terry chuckle softly against her before letting her up for air with a teasing smile on his face.

“Okay baby girl” Terry cooed breathlessly turning his head for her a bit so she could undo his ponytail with more ease before returning the sentiment. Terry bowed down, placing kisses on Veda’s shoulder as his hands gingerly took out all the pins holding her thick black waves in place at the top of her head. Terry leaned back to watch her dark waves cascade down her back and around her face in a way that made her appear even more heavenly than she already did to him. Veda let out a content sigh feeling Terry’s long fingers tangle in her hair gently and found herself running her hands through Terry’s soft hair a few times in reply each pass they made only made their desire for the other intensify. Terry resumed trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses and teasing nibbles along Veda’s neck and shoulder in a way that had her letting out a moan and pressing her chest against his. Terry smiled against the fresh love bite forming on her neck and soothed the tender spot with his tongue with one hand still tangled in her hair and his other trailing up her soft, bare thigh.

“Stop teasing me, Terry” Veda whined with a slight saucy edge in her tone as her small hand tugged on his hair playfully. Terry withdrew his face from her neck, looking up at her with an amused glint in his eyes and a small smirk as he stopped his hand just under her delicate white skirt and gave her thigh a soft, playful pinch that made her clamp her thighs together. Veda pouted at him narrowing her eyes at him in playful warning with a dusty blush spreading across her cheeks as she toyed with the buttons on his shirt with her promise ring still glittering.

“I’m not teasing you sweetheart; I just really need you warmed me tonight okay. I want you to feel good” Terry crooned, helping her unbutton his shirt with a very happy looking smile on his face before gently urging her to lay upon the mound of pillows as he shrugged off the black fabric and let it pool somewhere in the cozy heap. Veda felt her heartrate pick up a bit in anticipation as she laid back on the heap of pillows and gazed up at Terry. She could feel him run his fingers from her face to her shoulder and down the length of her arms in feather light touches. That made her clit throb for some attention but in that moment, Veda found that she couldn’t take her eyes off Terry’s even as breathless and downright horny as she was for him right now. Terry looked down at her with soft blue eyes before lying by her side the same way he’d done all those nights ago at the Beverly Wilshire with one of his hands stroking her dark hair.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” Terry asked giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, Veda nodded flashing him a breathless, reassuring smile and reached out to play with his loose curls softly.

“Yes, I’m always comfortable with you Terry don’t worry. I love you now, please touch me” Veda said giving Terry a kiss on the temple that made his heart flutter, and his blue eyes soften even more than either of them thought was possible. Terry let out a pleased hum and captured her in a kiss filled with so much love and devotion Veda felt like she was flying. They parted for air and stared at each other with soft, content smiles and loving eyes.

“I love you so much Veda, you’re so cute when you’re demanding, sweetheart. Don’t worry I’m going to take good care of you and your pretty little pussy.” Terry purred, gently popping one of her ample breasts out of the innocent looking babydoll with a teasing smile that had Veda flushing a bright shade of red and her clit throbbing eagerly. Veda moaned maintaining Terry’s intense gaze as he closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking and teasing it in the way they both enjoyed. Terry gave her other ample breast the same treatment and listened to the soft symphony of cries and moans that fell from her plump lips while he stared deeply into her brown eyes. Veda stared back at him with dazed loving eyes.

“You know I love this, my love but I’d really love it if we could move a bit faster” Veda breathed out loosening her grasp on his curls to run her fingers through them instead with a coy smile. Terry unlatched his mouth from her nipple and leaned up to give her a soft peek on the lips with a coy smile of his own and a breathy chuckle as he finally moved his hands under the skirt of the delicate white babydoll.

“It’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous, Veda.  I can’t help but want to savor you, I’ve wanted this for such a long time, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you my sweet girl.” Terry cooed, running his fingers over the soft flushed skin of her toned waist gingerly but his blue eyes stayed trained on hers as she gifted him with a pretty moan and needy brown eyes filled with lust. Terry had dreamt of this moment since the day she walked into his office nearly seven months ago and now that it was finally unfolding in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to take his time. Veda pulled him into another sweet kiss before resting her forehead against his and running her left hand down the length of his cheek softly.

“I want you too Terry, so please” Veda whispered gazing at him with big doe eyes that made Terry’s heart feel like it might burst. Terry let out one of his pleased rumbles and nodded his head pushing up the delicate white fabric of her babydoll. Terry took a moment to pepper Veda’s face with hundreds of feather-like kisses that made both of their hearts swell with the purest form of love and devotion either of them had ever felt. Terry cooed her with praise and reassuring words as he trailed hot opened mouthed kisses down her throat, across her breasts, and down her stomach holding her gaze as he stopped his path just above her panties. Veda nodded giving him a breathless noise of approval in reply to the silent question his blue eyes were asking her in the warm glow of the fire. She watched Terry place a few gentle kisses on her hips before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her matching white floral panties and tugging them down the length of her tanned legs. Veda pulled her knees up to her chest so he wouldn’t stray too far away from her, Terry chuckled as Veda flashed him a bashful looking smile.

“You’re so cute, sweetheart” Terry said leaning down to place a few tender kisses on the thin red and white scars the broken window had left on her knees those weeks ago. Veda reached down to run her fingers through his dark curls and sat up to give him a soft peek on the temple once more.

“I just want you close to me” she crooned; Terry’s eyes softened as they looked at her adoringly and he let his hand trail back up her thigh nestling it just against her slick folds. Veda let out a breathy moan opening up her legs for him instantaneously.

“I know baby, I just have to make sure you’re wet and relaxed enough for me okay. You want to cum for me” Terry cooed, Veda nodded laying back down on the cozy pile of pillows and blankets with a sultry moan, an act of submission that made Terry’s cock twitch against his thigh eagerly.

“You’re such a good girl, so perfect for me” Terry praised her adoringly, as he slid a finger along her folds. “Your pretty pussy is so wet for me already baby” Terry groaned taking in just how wet her tight, pretty heat was for him already with borderline lecherous blue eyes. Veda let out another sultry moan at his tastefully raunchy praise, she always wondered how Terry had the power to put her right on the edge of an orgasm without even really touching her. Terry knew she was close already and wondered how many times she’d come undone for him before he finally made her his.

“Terry” Veda moaned gazing down at him with lust filled eyes as she absent-mindedly toyed with one of her nipples. Terry moaned placing a few soft kisses on her inner thigh as he watched her small fingers roll the hard tip in a way that came off so innocent to him.

“Oh Veda, you’re driving me crazy right now. You’re so beautiful keep doing that for me hmm” Terry crooned, still toying with her wet folds with one hand, his other reached up to give her other nipple the same attention before he let his tongue taste her sweet heat with a loud moan of his own. Veda let out a soft cry as Terry lapped over her swollen bud and thrust his tongue inside of her heat getting her as wet for him as humanly. Before he allowed himself to slide a finger inside of her tight entrance, gingerly stretching her out with one finger and then two, pumping and angling them inside of her until her moans were echoing out into the starry Seattle night sky. Terry made a pleased hum against her sweet folds as his blue eyes took in every expression that washed over her pretty face. She could be as loud as she wanted for as long as she wished here their nearest neighbor was a good couple of miles up the road.

“Can you take one more finger for me, sweetheart” Terry asked softly, pausing his laps to give her a few more kisses on her now trembling thighs and trailed them back up her stomach. Veda made a breathless noise of approval and nodded her head at him frantically gazing at him with big eyes. Normally Terry would urge her to use her words but the way her brown eyes were pleading for him to keep going was more than enough for him right now. Terry carefully slid a third finger inside of her for the first time ever and paused for a second to search for any hint of discomfort before using his thumb making quick circles over her clit.

Veda moaned feeling the familiar bubbly warm sensation of pressure building up deep inside of her before it bubbled over, and she let out loud shriek of ecstasy, she swore her walls were clenching more vigorously around Terry’s fingers than they ever had before. Terry moaned, savoring the feel of her tight heat clenching around his fingers rapidly and kept them inside of her. Even as he snaked an arm under her back and pulled Veda’s trembling dazed body into his chest. Terry whispered sweet nothings in her ear and placed tender kisses on her shoulder as he worked her through her orgasm. Veda took a while to come back to her senses but when she did, she found it in her to lean up and pepper Terry’s face with kisses of her own before gazing up at him with a dreamy smile on her face. Terry smiled back at her softly, still circling her clit with his thumb lightly as his eyes looked deeply into hers searching for a tell.

“Do you want to stop?” Terry asked softly, Veda shook her head flashing him a reassuring smile and looking at him with sincere brown eyes.

“No, I want to keep going, I want to feel you inside” Veda whispered running her hand down the length of Terry’s face. Terry leaned into her touch gazing deeply into her eyes and gently removed his fingers from her tight, wet heat to undo his dress slacks and slide them and his boxers down the length of his legs in one quick movement. Terry reached out and grasped the delicate white fabric of the babydoll with a soft smile on his face. Veda mirrored his expression as put her arms up and let Terry gently tug the silky dress over her head and lay it gently on the ground in a way that managed to be sensual and romantic at the same time. Terry sat for a long while gently caressing her soft skin with the pads of his fingers, admiring the way the moonlight and the crackling warm firelight seemed to illuminate her in a blanket of silver and gold just for him. Veda ran her fingers along the back of Terry’s shoulders and down the length of his toned chest delicately and gazed at him with rosy cheek feeling equal amounts loved and dizzy as he finally kissed her with a tender passion, she didn’t know was possible.

“Can I lay you down my gorgeous girl” Terry breathed out, breaking the kiss so they both could breathe he busied himself with running his hands through her soft hair as he placed soft kisses on her cheek and lips. Veda nodded mirroring his kisses and running her hands through his dark curls she let Terry softly lay her back on top of the mound of plush pillows another gentle act of submission that made his heart and cock flutter. Terry settled himself between her legs, looking down at her with unadulterated love and devotion as he slid a long finger between her pretty folds, making sure she was still as prepped for him as she could be. Veda stared up at him as a soft moan escaped her lips at the feel of his thumb making quick circles over her clit and the warm sensation of another climax on the horizon.

“Are you still okay” Terry asked, giving her more tender kisses on her forehead then she could count. Veda nodded she still wanted it and him more than anything, but she couldn’t help the way she tensed when his thick head brushed against her entrance. Sometimes she forgot how big he actually was even with their devoted hours of worshipping each other, she still struggled to get most of him in her mouth.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve got you sweetheart, always…remember” Terry whispered, untangling her left hand from his hair he laced his fingers with hers and let his long fingers play with her promise ring as a gentle reminder that he was in this whether she decided she was ready for this or not. Terry heard a couple shaky breaths escape Veda’s lips and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers waiting for her to give him some semblance of consent though he was keen to let her take all night if she had to. Veda let out a content sigh as she felt her nerves slowly dissipate and her breathing return back to normal.

“I’m ready my love, keep going” Veda whispered tangling her right hand in his hair she looked up at Terry with loving brown eyes. Terry let out a content sigh of his own, he gingerly kissed her injured arm before he carefully placed it beside her head with their fingers still delicately intertwined and their foreheads still pressed together. Terry positioned himself at her entrance once more and slowly pushed forward still gazing deeply into her eyes. Veda gasped feeling his thick head and shaft make its way inside of her for the first time slowly, with a more intense burning sensation and a dull pain than she was expecting. Terry kept his eyes trained on Veda’s face, watching as she shut her eyes sharply and tensed beneath him with a soft cry, squeezing his hand as tight as she could with a cast in the way. Terry paid very little mind to the way the cast’s rough exterior dug into the palm of his hand, he halted his surge forward and rushed to soothe her when caught a glimpse of a few tears escaping the corners of her eyes.

“You hold on as long as need, baby, it’s okay. I know this is a lot to take but you’re doing so well, my sweet girl” Terry cooed her reassuringly, taking a moment to gingerly wipe and kiss the stray tears from her cheeks. Veda relaxed at the tender action, fluttering her eyes open to look at him as a silent signal to keep going. “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart” Terry coaxed softly, watching Veda do her best to breath as he pushed the rest of his length inside of her tight heat for the first time. A soft whimper escaped Veda’s lips as Terry entered her fully, stretching her out in way that made her feel so full, so breathless, and somehow so complete all at the same time. Terry let out a soft moan as he felt her walls flutter around his cock so perfectly, he felt a bit dazed as he reached down rub her clit in tender circles with his thumb and peppered her face with adoring kisses.

“You did such a good job, you’re such a good girl” Terry praised her accenting every word with an adoring kiss on her face and another pass over her clit. Veda let out a breathy moan as her walls relaxed around Terry’s cock and the dull pain of taking his big shaft for the first time died down enough for her to test out moving her hips. Terry couldn’t help the content smile that spread across his face as he watched the discomfort on Veda’s face fade away. Finding that he’d be keen to let her just experiment forever if it meant her looking up at him this serene.

“Do you want more sweetheart?” Terry asked giving her a few gentle kisses on the cheek, Veda nodded still clutching his hand in hers and she ran her fingers through his hair with a small smile on her lips. “Use your words for me baby, tell me what you want” Terry said in a soft teasing tone watching as an adorable blush spread across her cheeks.

“Please Terry, I want to feel you” Veda sighed, Terry let out a please hum that turned into a deep moan as he pulled himself out of her tight heat halfway before thrusting back into her slowly. Not wanting to overwhelm her with too much too fast he sets a slow, deep pace only increasing the lengths of his pumps when Veda gifts him with a string of unrestrained moans and cries. Veda dug her nails into the back of Terry’s neck as he rutted in and out of her heat at a slow but pleasurable rate still rubbing her clit with his thumb and giving her sweet kisses along her collarbone. Somehow managing to hold her gaze all the while, he watched her every move with adoring blue eyes and maintained his controlled thrusts even as a string of cooed praises and uninhibited moans and groans of his own filled the air.

“You feel so good, Veda” Terry purred, capturing her in another tender passionate kiss that had Veda letting out a muffled, sultry moan into his mouth. She could feel the warm bubbly sensation of her second orgasm building inside of her far too quickly for her liking. Terry felt it too, he quickened the pace of the circles he was making on her clit and broke their kiss to gaze deeply into her eyes again.

  “Don’t hold it in baby girl, I want to feel your pretty little pussy cum for me” Terry crooned thrusting into her tight heat again as he placed a reassuring kiss on her check. Veda moaned holding his gaze as she started matching his slow thrusts with her hips and running her fingers along the length of his cheek lightly.

“Oh, Terry I want to feel you cum for me too” Veda whispered staring up at him with big, needy brown eyes that were filled with adoration in its purest form. Terry leaned into the palm of her hand for a moment, his blue eyes asking her a silent question in the warm golden glow of the fire. Veda flashed him a reassuring smile as if she read his mind, sometimes they both swore they really could.

“Go ahead, my love you’re not hurting me. I love you so much” Veda cooed leaning forward to pepper his face with kisses that made Terry’s heart feel like it might burst. Terry let out a pleased sounding murmur, pulling Veda in for a sweet kiss before gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts and resumed his quick circles on her swollen bud while he stared deeply into her eyes. Veda let out another sultry moan as she felt her climax rebuilding itself in her core at the new speed of Terry’s deep thrusts and wondered how Terry was still managing to be so gentle with her. Terry laid a few sweet kisses on Veda’s cheek watching her intently as he felt his own climax brewing.

"I love you too, my sweet girl" Terry cooed as his thrusts inside of her became more erratic as he felt Veda dig her nails into the back of his neck and gift him with a pretty moan of his name as she gazed up at him through dazed eyes. Terry groaned at the sound and frantically rubbed her swollen sensitive bud with adoration swirling in his eyes.

"You make me so happy, let me feel you my good girl" Terry coxed gently. Veda cried out Terry's name loud enough for it to echo into the starry night sky as the pressure building within her core finally bubbled over and her second orgasm crashed in on her even more intensely than first one.

"That's my good girl, that's my Veda" Terry grunted, coming undone at the feel Veda's tight walls clenching and fluttering around his cock even more vigorously than they had around his fingers. Their shared moans of ecstasy melded together as Terry's warm load nestled deep inside Veda's tight, fluttering heat. Both of them felt strangely whole as they gazed at each other still completely intertwined on a pile of cascading blankets and plush pillows. Terry took a moment to catch his breath before rushing to tend to a trembling Veda. Still a bit dazed as aftershocks racked through her small body. Veda still managed to give Terry a shy smile and reached out towards him big brown doe eyes. Terry beamed down at her reassuringly as he snaked his arms under her shaky form carefully.

"I've got you Veda, sweetheart does anything hurt? How's your arm" Terry cooed pulling her into his chest and placing tender kisses in her hair. He trailed his hands down her back and arms in the form of soothing circles.

"Nothing hurts, Romeo my arm still feels just fine, and it still doesn't affect my legs" Veda said giving him a teasing kiss on the tip of his nose. Terry raised an eyebrow at her and let out a soft chuckle as he gazed at her with amused loving blue eyes.

"I just like taking care of you" Terry said, pouting at her playfully Veda's eyes softened a bit as she gazed back at him with a reassuring smile on her lips.

"I know that my love that's why I think you’re the greatest, prettiest, sweetest most perfect boyfriend in the entire world. You always take care of me, and I love you" Veda said whole heartedly before leaning up to pepper his cheek with adoring kisses. Terry let out a content sigh, placing his left hand on top of hers so both of their rings were gleaming in the warm glow of the fire and the silver rays of the moonlight.

"I love you too and I'll always take care of you, Veda regardless of..." Terry coaxed gazing at Veda with sincere, loving eyes and a soft smile that always made her heart flutter.

"Time or circumstance" Veda said just above a whisper.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#terry silver #terry silver x oc #terry silver smut #smut #fluff #feeling sappy #lovey dovey #sorry for that open ended closing line but we will have Silver bells #enjoy this moodboard

[katyspersonal]

Hey I explored Yahar’gul the other day and I got reminded of smt and idk if we talk about it before.

But it’s about the kids. 

Well lil reminder for people. We know some of the corpses in the chairs of Yahar’gul and the nightmare of Mensis are too small to be foreigners. So euh why do you think they were kids around Mensis & Micolash?

(like the kid here sorry I can't find better pic for now)

I got severals ideas. To put it simply, I wouldn’t be surprised if Mensis took under their wings the kids of Yhahar’gul or even some orphans of Yharnam (that nobody wanted or care) or more simply the children of members from Mensis and indoctrinated the poor lads into their cult as well. (Yes I can picture Mico giving math classes to little kids now, help). 

Don't you worry, /I/ have a better picture >:3

+ The interesting detail about it is that little corpses, presumed children, do not have shackles unlike the adult ones:

Hypogean Gaol literally means 'underground jail' and well, there are jailcells, so maybe these people were literal prisoners! Not to mention the vehicles you find deeper in Yahar'gul being for transporting prisoners!

If you remember, my theory was that Choir used children (orphaned children, specifically!) because they have had a higher chance of being heard by the Great Ones, as well as perceiving them on their own because Great Ones wanted to adopt children, unable to have their own. (According to Miyazaki himself, the general idea is that the more developed species always have less children, so maybe the most developed species could not have any at all, as immortal and perfect beings!) School of Mensis might have had the similar motivation for involving children in it - they would have had a better "connection" with Great Ones, and perhaps attract Great Ones to descend better! Maybe those Amygdalas played with them and let them ride their backs all the time xDDD Lack of shackles on the children does make me think that they were willing, whether it is because Micolash can talk to children (whereas adults will recognize his "bad vibes" fsdhfsd), because they were roped from such a young age they don't know any better or both. Maybe he promised them all a new mom.

Micolash does have shackles himself, though, which is extra interesting because like,... did he need them? My only guess was that he had to restrict himself, expecting pain or instinctive urge to run away. Maybe he was much more scared than we think, which I doubt because the cage is suppressing such urges, so I bet on expected torment. So, again, likely that children had it easier as Great Ones favour them!

^^^ But also, not all children were involved, apparently? The crowds of petrified people in Yahar'gul do have some little boys! I have roughly three ideas:

1) These children were of other kidnapped people, so, not orphaned! Thus, not really fitting the right emotion of loneliness and yearning for a parent that resonates with the Great Ones.

2) It is possible that School of Mensis separated from the Choir, since Damian and Micolash are using Choir tools. They might have also taken many orphans from their Orphanage with them, so they were already subjected to be the "secret thinkers"! (Also imagine every other time some kid gets orphaned, Choir and Mensis having a goddamn competition to snatch them xD)

3) Micolash only really picked children that have shown the "potential". Not everyone will be perceptive of 'smart' ideas about higher plane, ascension etc; even among children some people just do not trust such things or not understand them!

Maybe it is a combination of all three, but I am leaning towards number 1! I do think that the factor of despair was important for people that School of Mensis used. So, prisoners already had their willpower broken, and orphaned children were desperate and lonely. Again - Yahar'gul definitely had a little too many people kidnapped, many are just stuck there petrified without being used in a ritual or having cages. Perhaps Yahar'gul's kidnapped basically everyone, and then Micolash was picking out those he seemed fit for "further use", or "worthy of ascension" rather than leaving them be just a cattle. But of course the other kidnapped people could not just go home, since they've seen too much now.

Not gonna lie, I feel a pit in my stomach after writing this one for some reason. Yeah, my conclusion is a combination of children (especially orphaned) having the best connection with the Great Ones and Micolash cherry-picking the 'intelligent', 'worthy' people. I suspect that not all prisoners were picked, either. I also headcanon Gehrman and Rom as having been orphans, so when it is not one thing (age) it is the other (deeply rooted loneliness since childhood). I just.. well, it is kinda disturbing, isn't it

#bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #bloodborne theory #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne observation #ask replies

[icelandsgirl]

omggg so the song inbred by ethel cain is 1000000% norice dynamic. in this essay i will dissect each line of the song and showcase to you, users of the website tumblr dot com, where they fit into my personal norice ideas

"Bare naked under my nightgown, pissin' on the stove to put it out": So imagine this, if you will: After a very long day at The World Conference, Iceland decides to stay at Norway's house rather than take a long-ass plane ride back to his. I mean, it's just one night, right? What could possibly go wrong? But the two start drinking and Iceland absolutely CANNOT handle his liquor, I mean, this man is drunk off his fucken ass after like, A shot of vodka. Iceland has always loved Norway as more than a brother, and he knows his own alcohol tolerance is low, which is why he has always been careful to not drink with Norway, because he never wanted it to come out. And I Oop! sksksksksksksksk so much for that lol. He hasn't even been at his house for like 15 minutes and he goes straight for "you're so fucking hot we should totally fuck lol" and Norway is SHOOKETH bc he never thought his brother loved him back. Now, Norway is NOT in love with Iceland romantically, only in a sibling sense. BUT he is so desperate for Ice to love him back, he just decides to go for it. The two fuck, Ice tells Nor he loves him, Nor says it back, they fall asleep in the same bed. Iceland wakes up at like 3am with an 'oh shit what the fuck did i do fuck fuck fuck shit' and it was at that moment that he knew he fucked up. big time. he doesn't wanna just wander around his big bro's house naked, but he has no idea where his clothes are, so he throws on one of Nor's really long shirts and just goes out in that to think things over.

"Watchin' him through the holes in his door, suckin' on the back of his leg to stay warm": After he collects himself as best as is possible in this situation, he opens the door to the bedroom just the tiniest bit and finds Norway sitting up in bed shivering in the cold, and lemme tell ya, this man notices EVERYTHING and i mean EVERYTHING so he turns and makes dead eye contact with Ice and they both know they fucked up so bad but they can't put it into words. they know they've ruined everything and there's nothing they can do.

"Older brother made a name for himself with the cops, scumbag fuck but I swear that he's not": Iceland know everything terrible thing Norway has done. Every time he had taken someone's life. Every time he had burned a village to the ground. Every city that he pillaged, every unspeakable word that had left his lips to his so-called 'friends' Denmark and Sweden, every time he had been burned at the stake for witchcraft, every time he left Iceland all on his own in the cold of winter, in the dead of night, with no one to help him. And Iceland has always loved him. And they both know it now.

"He's so good to me and to nobody else, so you should watch yourself": The one person Norway never wanted to hurt was his darling baby brother, and try as he might to hide it, Iceland has always thought that no matter what he did to anyone else, Norway was a good person because he always took care of him.

"Mama's comatose, she can't leave the bed, something smells rotten and it's starting to spread": During both the Plague Pandemic and the Plague of Justinian, particularly the latter however, Norway was violently ill and Iceland was sure he was dead or dying. The fear that he felt through those years had stuck with him for so that the existential dread he felt for his brother was just a background noise in his everyday life.

"He's bad, I'm worse, we're already dead, we're already dead": Norway has done terrible things, but so has Iceland. He had pushed Norway away for centuries even when he knew how badly it hurt him. The feeling of emptiness when things were right between them was a void in Iceland's stomach leaving him feeling hollow. Things are over between them. Things will never go back to the way they were.

"We wake up and all the fuckin' lights are off": It's a dark night and the darkness seems to only get darker the longer they stare at each other, neither one willing to speak. A lump gets caught in Norway's throat. He's always been scared of the dark.

"You can't win 'em all, who knows how much longer?": Iceland is the first to crack. He drops to the ground, shaking, sobbing, dying inside, and he knows it's all over. All the games they played between them, with Norway pushing the boundaries just a little too far, and Iceland pushing him back out, isolating himself. Everything they had was now gone.

"I'm laid on the floor, touch me 'til I vomit": Iceland curls up into a little ball on the floor, letting his teardrops fall onto the carpet. Wordlessly, Norway gets up and sits down next to his little brother, stroking his hair. After a moment, Iceland grabs Norway's wrist looking him dead in the eyes. "Touch me 'til I vomit." And he does. Norway touches Iceland until he vomits. Until the sun rises in the distance and the only thing that exists is the other person.

"I'm not scared of God, I'm scared He was gone all along": Norway never takes off his cross hairpin. But he does now. He rips it out of his hair and throws it across the room, watching spitefully as it bounces off the wall. God never really was on his side. He just liked to pretend.

"Who will take the fall? Who of us is stronger?": At the end of everything, they look at each other. Neither of them wants to admit fault. Iceland believes it's Norway's fault for treating him the way he did, abandoning him and then smothering him. Norway believes it's Iceland's fault for initiating, for having those kinds of fantasies about his own brother. But they both know the truth.

"You just wanted more, if you could, you'd have fought it": They are both to blame. They both wanted this. They brought this upon themselves. They knew deep down this was not one or the other. They both fucked up, but neither wanted to admit it.

"But you know you're not, from the start they knew you were wrong": They made a silent pact to each other, a silent agreement to never speak of this again. But neither wanted that. They wanted each other. Fuck. This was going to be hard to explain.

"Older brother made a name for himself with the feds, white trash dick but I love him to death": Iceland did not get on his flight back to Iceland. The Icelandic Prime Minister or whatever they have there (idk this was badly researched and on a whim on a Tuesday afternoon written straight into Tumblr no beta or save when I should be studying for my PSATs tomorrow but idc) has left him a million missed calls. Iceland gets up with Norway. The two eat breakfast. They go for a walk. They spend the day in silence. There are no words needed.

"He's so good to me and to nobody else, so you can fuck yourself": At some point that evening, Denmark calls. He wants to know what Norway's doing and if he's seen Iceland because he keeps getting calls about this. Iceland shakes his head to Norway and Norway responds with 'no i haven't sorry' and hangs up the phone. Denmark knows they're together. Ice is missing and Norway doesn't even care? Not likely. But that doesn't matter to the brother. Denmark can go fuck himself for all they care right now.

"You get off on innocence so you savor this, does your baby know her daddy's a rapist?": Denmark and Norway were a lot more than friends at one point. But Denmark took Norway for granted. When Norway was ill and intoxicated, and blinded by affection, Denmark did the most deprecating thing one living creature can do to another without completely killing it. He raped him. He raped him every night for every long torturous year Norway was forced to live with him. Iceland always knew. He could hear the screams. But he never said he knew. Why would he?

"He hates the way you look at me, you're already dead, you're already dead": Norway told Denmark one night that he would stay forever, never fight back, never scream or cry, do anything that was asked of him if he could please, PLEASE, just leave his baby brother alone. It was a good deal. And Norway suffered in silence.

"If he wakes up, I'll show you what I'm talking about": Denmark knew what was going on that night. He had seen the looks Iceland gave to Norway, the love in his eyes. He hated it, but he also hated what he had done to Norway, so he didn't go to check up on them. He promised he would leave him alone. He would leave them alone.

"You can't win 'em all, who knows how much longer?": Iceland stayed at Norway's house for several weeks. Denmark, trying to redeem himself to some degree, called the Icelandic PM to explain that Iceland was with him, sorry. Iceland and Norway spent every second together. They never wanted to be apart ever again but they knew they would not be that lucky.

"I'm laid on the floor, touch me 'til I vomit": Iceland said goodbye. He knew he had to. And it broke his heart, drove a knife blade directly into his soul. But he saw him, hopped on a plane whenever given the chance and the two would be one again.

"I'm not scared of God, I'm scared He was gone all along": They know they can't fuse their countries; it would be a disaster. So they remain waiting, close enough to feel the pull but far enough to feel the distance. Forever seperated.

GODDAMN THAT GOT LONG AND DARK OOPS

#aph iceland #aph norway #hws iceland #hws norway #norice #whale brothers #inbred #ethel cain

[kaeya-kya]

Firestorm

Summary-Jett and phoenix are hanging out with their friends In Paris but Jett felt different regarding her best friend, Phoenix. She felt... nervous, like butterflies in her stomach. Jett found herself staring in to phoenix's honey yellow eyes, the fiery color at he tips of his hair, his plump dark lips that would look perfect on hers. Wait she couldn't possibly be thinking of kissing her BEST-FRIEND, colleague and possibly crush? Could she?

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Jett's POV

"Phoenix! Are you ready? The others are waiting," I nocked on his door whilst screamed at my friend who always seems to be late, its usually fine but this hangout was at a REALLY fancy French restaurant that was picked by Chamber. Its really exclusive we had to wait months to even get a reservation which means we can't be late, unless we want to wait another year to get a new reservation. Plus everyone in the VP will be there, it would be nice having everyone in the same place that isn't home.

My train of thought was quickly interrupted by Phoenix' door opening and him stepping out in gold chains draped over a plain black turtle neck paired with matching black dress pants, his hair carefully positioned out his face. "Did it really take you two hours to pick such a simple outfit?" I questioned the tall man standing Infront of me, raising an eyebrow. "HEY! It takes time to look this good mate," Phoenix says in his adorable British accent that some how was more formal then usual, "but in all seriousness you look beautiful Sunwoo."

I felt hot blood rush to my face, due to the sudden words, turning me as red as my tight fitting scarlet dress that I borrowed from Viper. I didn't know why I was blushing so much was it just the complement? Or maybe the usage of my real name, I mean he always complements me but he my never uses my real name. I shook myself out of my thoughts frantically turning my face away from the fire user stuttering a quick, "YEA YOU LOOK GOOD TOO!" hoping he didn't see the how flustered I am, but of course he did. I mean he isn't blind or stupid.

He let out a slight chuckle, Phoenix muttered just loud enough to let me hear, "You know your adorable," before grabbing my hand and and dragging me to the others, which made me melt either out of embarrassment or being flustered. "About time Phoenix, come on we have to get going, "Our French agent said getting on the Vulture, then turning to me "Jett mademoiselle, why are you so red, Est-ce que ça va? Do you need some water, or medicine?" "I'm fine," I respond covering my face with my hand, still over thinking phoenix's words.

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Shortly after landing we had we had a few hours to explore. "Hey Chamber, since we have a few hours to kill, are there any good sight seeing things near by? OH maybe we can visit the Eifel Tower, we are in Paris after all," Neon pestered Chamber, Chamber simply nodded.

I was too busy talking to Raze to care about what Neon said. "Jett you know what they say about Paris, right?" Raze nudged at my shoulder. "No, what do they say?" I cluelessly respond to my close friend . "Its the city of loveee and romance," Raze said winking and exaggerating the end of the word 'love'. "So? What does that have to do with anything?" I ask still absolutely oblivious what she has figured out. "Aw come on sister, I'm not dumb, I saw how you stared at phoenix the whole plane ride here, and how you keep looking away from me to glance over at him, not to mention how red you were whilst holding his hand before we got on the plane," the explosives expert remarks. "I WAS NOT!" I yelled getting the attention of most of the protocol including Phoenix, "sorry," I say directed to no one in particular, Turning my head back to Raze and this time whispering, "I haven't been staring at him, I wasn't red and I certainly don't like him! I mean what's to like? His annoying British accent? His pretty yellow eyes? His precious smile? His laugh that can break any kind of tension? How his shirt perfectly clings to his chiseled che- Oh Shit I like him."

"Mhm, I thought you were the agent that was suppose to think fast, how did you not realize that you like him, and how did you not realize he likes you? he makes it so obvious yo the point its painful," Raze groaned. "For your information he doesn't likes me any ways so it doesn't even matter," I explain to Raze rolling her eyes before hearing Neon scream at everyone wanting to get pictures in front of the Eifel Tower and of course everyone got distracted and started taking pictures Cypher being the camara man. First a group pic with every one, then friend groups and couples. First Skye and Yoru then Sage and Sova and last was Killjoy and Raze.

I started to walk away thinking we're done with pictures that is before Phoenix pulled me in from my waist for one last picture, just him and me. He pulled me onto his torso and Cypher snaped a picture, he then ran over to Cypher to see how it looked, leaving me a blushing, melting mess on the spikey, green grass. Raze and Killjoy walked towards me Raze' arm around Killjoy's neck, "What was that about him not liking you?" Raze mocked, Killjoy helping me up from the ground giggling. "That doesn't mean he likes me Raze!" I stated dusted myself off. The couple looking at each other then back at me, "du bist ahnungslos," Killjoy muttered in German knowing I wouldn't know what she said.

"nous devons partir," Chamber called out, we all looked at each other confused, "we have to go! Or we're going to be late," he translates.

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Authors note-I wrote all of this in one night It probably doesn't make much sense but I was deprived of Firestorm content so this was my only option after remembering I cant draw. But I hope you enjoyed it none the lest <3 (if your looking for a word count the chapter was 1001 words)

If you want a chapter 2 look at my Wattpad @kya_ry ill also try to put it on AO3

#valorant jett #valorant phoenix #firestorm #jettnix #jettix

[justthatgirlxox]

Unbelievably happy ft Pierre Gasly

Warnings : angsty, fluff, anxiety

*requests are welcome*

I couldn’t believe it was him when I got a dm from a burner profile on Instagram. He told me it was him but I just couldn’t believe it. How easy it all went was suspicious. Like it was all to good to be true. It gave me the biggest anxiety. How could he end up on my account? Did he see all the reactions I posted underneath his photos? It couldn’t be right?

But when I told him my suspicions, he asked me to FaceTime. Which gave me even more anxiety. Was I looking good enough? Was there anything I could do to be prettier on camera? Would he still think I was beautiful when he saw me in my every day life? Without thinking about it, I clicked on the call button.

When he picked up and I saw his face, I felt my soul leave my body. It was really him.

“Hello mon cherie.” Was the first thing he said. The biggest smirk on him face. He looked perfect in my eyes. I could’ve drowned into those ocean blue eyes right there and then.

I scraped my throat before answering with my typical anxious high voice. “Hey. It’s really you.”

We talked for 2 hours that night. About everything to be honest. About the things we both been through. The things we don’t like about ourselves. I learned a lot about Pierre that night. Which made me fall for him even harder. If that was even possible at that point.

That was 4 months ago. Now I’m waiting for my plane to board. It will be the first time I see him. He invited me to come to the French GP. With one extra ticket. “Bring anyone you want, mon amour” he said when he called me with the announcement.

So here I am, with my mom, waiting for that damn plane. In the meantime, I’m texting him while my mom keeps talking about whatever. It’s not like I hear a thing she’s saying at this point.

“The plane to Nice will start boarding now”

I stand up with so much force, I almost fall back down. Barely holding myself up while my mom grabs my hand. “You will be fine, I’m here too.” My mom says. She just knows me to well. Sees the anxiety dripping from my skin. I give her a little smile while walking up to the plane. Here we go.

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My mom and I got through security and everything when we walk into the arrivals hall. I see Pyry stand there with a piece of paper with my name on it. I point towards him so my mom knows where to go. Pyry sees me and starts smiling. He wants to give me a hand but I walk straight into his arms.

“Thank you for picking us up, Pyry.” I say against the chest of the bigger man. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N.”

It was only a short ride when Pyry stops his Mercedes’ in front of a highway restaurant. I look at him with one of my brows raised. He just smiles and gets out of the car to open my car door. He takes one of my hands and helps me out. I fix the few ruffles in my dress.

“He’s inside, waiting for you.” Is the only thing he says while pointing to the front door of the restaurant.

That’s when the biggest anxiety kicks in. The blood rushes to my head as I feel it turning a bright shade of red. I look at my mom who is still sitting in the car.

“You can do this, sweetheart”

With every step I take, my legs start shaking more and more. God, I could cry right now.

I open the door and see his back. He is dressed in a suit. It’s a light shade of blue. His dark blond hair fits it’s colour perfectly. The door closes behind me with a bang. That’s when he turned around. The first thing I see is the big bouquet of red roses he is holding. Then my eyes shoot up to his beautiful blue eyes. He is gorgeous.

A smile forms his face as he walks up to me. Before I can even say anything, he wraps his arms around me. We stand there like that for a solid 5 minutes before he lets go of me and gives me the roses. The roses smell like they’ve been freshly plucked from the local garden.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, wow.” He says. He looks at me from head to toe while I start to blush more and more. “Let me look at you for a second.” He takes my hand softly and twirls me around slowly. His eyes burning on every piece of bare skin.

When I’m faced to him again, he takes a step closer and cups my cheek. I close my eyes and lean my head against his hand. He smells so incredible good. It’s unbelievable. How can this man be this perfect?

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Pyry and my mom got into the restaurant a little later. Pierre introduced himself to my mom. She already loved him before but now even more. He is ‘the perfect future son in law’ like my mom has been saying for a while now.

“What is that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Pierre says, interrupting my daydream about everything that happened up till you.

“You.” Is the only thing I can get out of my mouth.

A smirk forms on his face again while he says “a good thought, I hope.”

I reach for his hand and squeeze it gently. “Nothing but good thoughts about you.”

“Care to tell me.” He just says while rubbing his thumb over my fingers.

“When I found you, I found me. It’s like it all makes sense now. I’m just so unbelievably happy right now. I don’t want it to end.” I say while looking at our hands. Afraid to look at him while confessing my feelings to the man in front of me.

He reaches for my chin and forces me to look at him. A smile forming his face. I see his pearl with teeth perfectly. His eyes bluer than blue. He gets up and walks around the table, kneeling down at my feet. And before I know it, his lips on top of mine.

A million butterflies flying out of my heart. No, it’s more like a whole damn zoo. Our lips fitting perfectly on each other. Soft as butter but yet needy for more.

He breaks off the kiss enough the whisper against my lips. “It won’t end if it’s up to me. I’m in for the long haul.”

#f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #pierre gasly #y/n

[zipcushions0]

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If you're planning on spending time outdoors, whether at the beach, a picnic, or a sports event, foldable outdoor seat protectors are a fantastic choice. They're lightweight and easy to carry.

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It offers an excellent balance between comfort and portability. They can be inflated when needed and deflated for easy packing.

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[tomas-adriah]

sooooo.....im super excited to have my first nendroid, and i might be delirious but im glad it would be kuroo lmao

#i might be in the midst of kuroo loving hours #fine. i'll admit it. i adore kuroo #finally splurged for once and caved #but this kuroo is for my bestie but since im also in quarantine he gotta stay with me for a bit #god i don't want to keep him w me but im growing more and more attached shit #the other nendroid option would have been gojo so im not as keen lmao #i bought gojo purely so i could resell him later at a higher price im so awful #like forget buying gold and selling it later get a gojo nendroid instead #so im trying to not be as attached and just...give it to my friend for their birthday #the thing is though uhm they moved far away so im like?? oof #they're also going to stay there for a longer period and i have no idea what im exactly doing with my future (like i do butalsoanythinggoes #still i don't want to keep too many things as i plan to unhaul a lot of books and donate clothes cuz i have too many stuff #i might move again soon if all goes according to plan and its within a year #and i don't want my family just having so much of my stuff? like i hope to take most of my things w me anyways to move #and i don't like lugging a lot of cargo w/ me across country #as much as possible all can be fit in one plane ride back. #(i know that's virtually impossible but again; i want to be able to be ready to LEAVE) #i also don't want to stay for longer period of time over there either #like enough essentials to go by really #so nothing big like a shit ton of books i have #i'll probs keep my reference books back home still but even THEN you know? #im probs gonna start investing more on digital storage and video games xD #not much on physical books either #omfg please disregard this im just ranting at this point

[spilledkauffie]

Dating Baron Zemo HCs

The Falcon and Winter Soldier spoilers!

I just have no self control, that’s what this is — Pt. 2

Waiting— you’ve been waiting a good while to finally see him again, and you had no doubt that someday he’d find his way out. So, you waited. Upon the prison break, you continued patiently waiting for him at one of his nearby estates. Sure enough, he eventually found his way back. There you stood, with a bottle and two glasses of his favourite champagne. “I didn’t expect you to wait,” he smirks, walking to you. “I told you I would,” you tilt your head. Without a hesitation, he pulls you closer by your waist and gives you the exact kiss you’ve been waiting for.

↳ however, he did bring some unexpected company, upon Sam clearing his throat loudly, Zemo turns, putting a little space between you and him, “Gentlemen,” he gestures to you, hand still against the small of your back, as he introduces you. / “Dude’s got everything,” Sam mutters to Bucky as they follow the two of you through the corridor.

Forehead kisses— it’s always been a habit of his, even if he’s just walking past you, he’ll stop and press a quick kiss to your forehead. Other times when you’re snuggled up against him, he’ll give your temple a lingering kiss. As a goodbye, even after a kiss, he places one to your forehead. He also strokes back your hair, keeping his thumb against your temple, while you lift your head a little closing your eyes with a smile as he rests his forehead against yours.

Staying in Bed— mornings are when you take 100% advantage of the fact that he doesn’t have to be anywhere, hence he can stay with you all morning. You actually spend a lot of time just talking, holding hands, and seeing the sun brighten the room gradually. He traces his fingertips along every inch and curve of your body as he listens to you talk, trying his best not to just kiss you mid-sentence, which has happened.

Living like a princess— literally, you want it you get it, anything. Even if it’s just in mention, you’re probably going to wind up getting it as a little surprise. Travel wherever you want to, whenever you want to, he’s got a private jet so there’s no need to plan ahead. Jewelry, lots and lots of jewelry! You never quite get used to living so lavishly, but he thinks that’s one of the best things about you. Everyone he’s known has been accustomed to living so fancifully, but the way it takes your breath away never gets old. 

Event “Dates”— obviously you’re his date to any event he’s attending, but often you feel you are easily out of place around the kind of crows at such fancy and intimidating events. You tend to just stay out of the way and in the corner, holding the one drink you’ve had all night, and subtly, but anxiously tapping your free hand against the side of your thigh. “why are you so nervous?” he takes your hand, pressing a kiss to the knuckles, continuing to stroke his thumb across your skin. “Because I’m nothing like these people,” you quietly say, “I don’t really think I belong here.” / Zemo smirks, “well, a Queen seldom fits in among common people.” 

He’s Not Very Handsy in Public— while you’ve learned to go along with the whole professional side of events, you also know that when it’s just the two of you, he typically likes you near. With a hand always in yours, or somewhere touching your body, thigh, shoulder, nape of the neck, etc., you’ve come to love the intimate TLC, that doesn’t mean you haven’t tried to coax it out of him whilst at an event, but he’s superior at keeping his cool compared to you.

↳ he’s also superior at teasing, wherever and whenever. It can be a simple touch that you never expected to turn you on, or it can be a glance across the room from you, making it very clear what’s on his mind, causing you to blush, look away, and take a deep breath, composing yourself while he just smiles, taking a sip of whatever drink is in his hand.

Attempting to Learn Sokovian— since his entire family was Sokovian you wanted to learn it so he could more freely speak it on a regular basis, much like he used to. You tried keeping it a secret for a while, but when he found out you were trying to learn his language he immediately wanted to help somehow. You’ve found you typically get a little distracted when listening to him speak, but you’ve definitely learned! Plus a “very good” follows by a kiss is much more of a reward than any textbook could offer.

Surprise Trips— you’ve been woken up at three a.m. just to be told your going somewhere. Naturally, you asked why you couldn’t just go later in the day, “it’s very special,” he rubbed your shoulder, “c’mon, you can sleep on the plane, I promise.” And you certainly do, tucking your knees up onto the seat, you nuzzled as close to him as possible, trying to sleep the whole plane ride. Turns out he woke you up so early just so you could see the sunrise coming up over the Pyramids in Egypt. 

Breakfast in Bed— despite having had a family cook, Zemo actually knows how to cook, and pretty darn good. There have been several occasions where you���ve woken up alone, a little disappointed only to find the smell of cinnamon and sugar spreading throughout the room as he brings you breakfast in bed, obviously joining you.

At Home Library— you weren’t exactly sure what he meant when he said he had a library, but you found out soon enough. Feeling like Belle, you were in absolute awe that he literally had a library in one of his estates. A lot of the time you’ll spend house just sitting by the beautiful window, reading. After a while, he’ll bring you some tea and join you, either reading with you or watching you read (which make you blush). 

Art Exhibits— in his house. . . yep, he’s got a whole gallery. Sometimes you just walk through it by yourself to calm your nerves and relax a little. The first time you were amazed that they were all real pieces. “There’s been a recent addition, that just so happens to be here in time for your birthday,” he explained, walking you through the gallery, “and how’d you come across it, may I ask?” you smile knowingly, twisting your hips side to side. He responds with a soft chuckle, “let’s just admire it now that it’s here, yes?” 

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[shingia]

hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

«��it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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[tommyspeakycap]

Riding John stones thigh please xx

chefs fucking kiss for this ask bestie :)

holiday hatred

john keeps pulling his shorts up those stupidly beautiful thighs of his and you’re forced to act on it - 18+

John Stones was someone who spent more time inside the confines of your racing mind than you would have admittedly liked. Or maybe just more than you would admit. Lockdown had meant growing out his hair just like it had for everyone else and suddenly John had seemingly discovered that he both suited and preferred a slightly longer look. The stupidly attractive City player has also taken the last year to reflect on a lot of things and seems to have dedicated significant importance to his time spent in the gym where he might previously have gone for vanity and greatly under appreciated the gyms importance in his football fitness because suddenly his biceps are transformed from strong but yet still lanky to tightly sculpted large biceps with muscles visible along each of his forearms that flex and relax with each movement he makes.

He’s grown up. He’s not 23 anymore, only working on cardio and panicking about his place on the City first team. He’s grown up mentally, physically. John is a solid member of that team and possibly even more importantly, he’s one of the first men down on the England team sheet. He’s given countless hours, sacrificed a lot to bring himself back to level required. He’s cemented his talent, he’s good and people know he’s good. He’s also grown into every physical asset he’s been gifted in this life. In essence, John is hot and he fucking knows he’s hot.

Although you wouldn’t dare to admit that. You never would. Because talented as he is, as much growth as he’s underwent, as unbearably attractive as that Barnsley born boy is and as funny as you know he can be, there is one very critical thing that you can remind yourself of anytime you might be caught slipping up.

He’s John fucking Stones and you hate everything about him.

“Can you believe that final?”

You’re snapped out of your thoughts, eyes finally lifting off the television you were subconsciously glaring directly at in the break room. Yes, you very much could believe the final. It is all anyone’s been talking about, over and over again as they play repeats of Luke Shaw’s goal (for which you had been screaming in sheer joy) and then repeats of the penalties that nearly made you shit yourself in anticipation only to end up going to bed half drunk and disheartened at the loss that looked so close to being a massive win.

Admittedly you were saddest for the blonde left back who you’d been best friends with since you were little. The same one who scored that screamer that became the fastest ever scored goal in a European championship. They, and namely him, were so close to achieving such a huge dream only to have it snatched so late from them.

It’s the reason why you don’t really do much in the way of answering your colleague after she asked the question. You don’t really want to talk about and frankly it’s all people have been wanting to talk about. You’re honestly just counting down the minutes to when you get to clock out today and hop right into the private jet catered by Luke and settle into a sun lounger in Greece for a week. You bloody couldn’t wait.

“Missed you.” He hums into your shoulder the second you step onto the lavish plane. You laugh slightly, squeezing him tightly back. “Missed you too Lu, but where’s my boy?” You beam, detaching yourself from him do you can get a cuddle from his sweet little boy who you’ve designated yourself an aunt to. A couple other pile in and you use the bathroom to freshen up a little.

When you step out the door of the little plane bathroom, your face comes into very near contact with a raised fist as, though it was about to knock on the door. The strong arm that you follow to the body it’s connected to belongs to a man you would sooner not share an enclosed space with. “Took your time.” John snarks, words met with your firm glare. “Might not have felt so long if you weren’t standing perving at the door, Stones.” You retort sharply, attempting to use your shoulder to push past the large wall of muscle that was his body. He barely budged, keeping you trapped between him and the wall just by the bathroom door. “Wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t spend forever looking at yourself in the mirror.” He snips, those blue eyes dancing across your face as you roll yours. “Just because that’s what you do, John, doesn’t mean we all do.” You tut, “That’s just your vanity showing.”

He can’t seem to think of a quick witted retort fast enough, allowing you time to use your height - or lack thereof in comparison to his towering 6 foot 2 figure - to escape under his arm easily. John can’t really help but watch you walking away until you reach the curtain that lead back out into the main area of the private plane.

Your relationship had always been like this; the digs and jabs until one person just can’t think of anything else to say and backs down or walks away disgruntled. There was nothing definable, no rhyme or reason why. You just can’t stand each other and have never even seemed to be able to get on. He’s a city boy and you’d found a love for the opposing club while giving your undying support to your best friend who played for them. You two could be the poster pair for the Manchester club rivalry. Everybody else could literally feel the sexual tension that existed between the centre back and you on the rare occasions you would be within the vicinity of one another.

The thought of being in the same resort and hotel as him irked you right from the get go, but you would be proven to drastically have underestimated just how much he would bug you.

He was everywhere, walking around with adonis abs amplified by perfectly tanned skin that rippled over his muscles. It felt like he was everywhere all the time, in your way, in front of you at the bar paying for your drink with his tab before you’d even decided what you wanted just to irritate you. Or doing laps in the pool, pushing himself up out of the cool water, swishing his hair out of his face as he climbs out with droplets trailing down over his abs before disappearing into his soaking black swim shorts.

You turn back to your little plate of melon so as to not be caught staring at him. John’s sun lounger is right next to yours today, making you want to audibly groan in irritation when he appears, dripping water into you as he moves around to get his towel.

“Like what you see?” He rumbles, the shaking of his wet hair getting more under your skin than anything else as water sprays onto you. “You’re blocking the sun.” You reply, not lifting your eyes to look at him. His eyebrows raise, determined to catch your attention one way or another. The conversation with the lads from earlier had been stuck in his mind for hours. They were joking and jesting and at some point, Luke said “Hell would fuckin’ freeze over before Stonesy told (y/n) he has the hots for her.” And he’s not been able to think about anything else all fucking day, believe it or not.

“Oh really?” John tests, eyes scanning you for a reaction. He’s watching with a dry mouth as you pop the watermelon into your mouth and raise your head to look at him. Suddenly, it’s your mouth that’s dry. He’s standing right there, long fingers tugging up the material of those swim shorts so his wet, tanned thighs are on full show. The muscles flew and relax with each movement his legs make and you can’t seem to take your eyes off of them until you’re trailing your eyes up the rest of his body. John sits down on the edge of his sun lounger after you sit up on yours, your legs planted down on the floor over the side just like his so his knees knock against yours. You move to stand up, but John reaches for your wrist and pulls you down to sit straddled on his of his thighs, with you facing him and a leg on either side of his.

“Not complaining now, are you.” He tease, voice deep and low as he speaks close to your ear. You want to protest, but just in the very moment you open your mouth, he flexes the muscles of his bare quad and you’re forced to lurch forward, letting out a sharp sigh of pleasure against his bare shoulder. The feeling of his periodically flexing muscles through the thin bikini material is enough for you to want to arch your back into him. John laughs almost, but not from humour. “My room or yours?” He mumbles into your ear, nipping softly with his teeth at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Yours is closest.”

John doesn’t wait for you to get to your feet, but rather swoops you up into his arms, strides away from the sun loungers and storms towards his room. He fumbles with the keycard when you both get there as he pushes your back up against the wall the second he puts you down, his lips find yours in a hungry, passionate kiss compiled with years with of pining and sexual tension building up and up. Your body feels like it’s on fire as his hands leave you to push open the door that is simply then kicked closed behind him without much care. John grabs you again, hiking you up his body until your legs sit around his waist with his rock hard errection rubbing against you with every movement.

He walks backwards until the bend of his knees hits the couch, dropping both of you down onto it. From the way you straddle him, he’s pressing against you in a way that makes you buck your hips back and forth for the friction of the tenting in his shorts against your aching core. “Ah ah ah,” John tsk’s, detaching his lips from yours. “You know that’s not what you want yet, is it?”

You follow his eyes down to his thigh, the one he’d been flexing under your aching wetness not even five minutes ago. The way your eyes light up and your body responds to the suggestion makes John beam. He makes very quick work of removing your bikini bottoms and then shifts you so your right over his toned thigh. It’s almost pure instinct the way you start rubbing yourself against him, arms loose around his neck as he keeps you flush to him, bare chest to bare chest after he unravels them material of your bikini top, discarding it somewhere far behind him. John uses those large hands to take care of your erect nipples, one looking after the right where his mouth takes care of the left and his spare hand moved between you dripping core and his glistening thigh so he can work circles around your throbbing clit.

“Oh god, John.” You exhale, dropping your forehead onto his shoulder as you bury your face in his neck. Your hips move back and forth, getting yourself off on the bare skin of those rippling thighs that clutch and tightening beneath you in his attempt to make the experience even more enjoyable for you. “Don’t hate me so much now, eh?” John taunts, curling his fingers into you. “Oh god no - fuck John!”

John is mesmerised by the whimpers, the whines and the unbearable moans of his name that make him ache with pleasure. He’s worried he might cum right here and now without you ever actually touching any more than his thigh but he wouldn’t ever dare stop you in this moment. He couldn’t even if he wanted to (and he doesn’t) because thinking about the face you’ll make upon an orgasm is the most enthralling thing he’s ever been so desperate to see. “Come on then baby,” He encourages, your heart rate picking up even further yet at the baby. “Cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my thigh.”

You really don’t need to be encouraged or told twice, you bury your head into him and dig your nails into his back ever so slightly as you yelp out his name, his fingers flipping into the space to push up into you. With each buck of your hips, each squeak from your parted lips and each curl of his fingers, you tumble over an orgasm better than anything you’d ever had. How John was so good would shock you if your mind was boggled by sheer blinding pleasure. “Fuck John!” You yell.

He feels your soft, warm walls pulsate around his fingers before he drags them out to swirl your over sensitive clit just to hear those wildly arousing squeaks of pleasure a few more times before you stop, collapsing against his bare chest breathlessly.

“Fucking hell.” You pant, your pussy still clenching around nothing as you flip into the couch next to him with your legs over his lap. You can feel the huge bugle in his shorts where he was still aching to feel you. “Yeah.” He agrees, eyes unable to detach from you as he imagines the feeling of himself inside of you, fully inside of you making your eyes roll back in your head unable to even form enough of a thought to moan his name. Your eyes meet his, hungry with desire.

“The things i want to do to you,” John mumbles lowly, voice cheeks with arousal before he seeks out your lips again only in time for you to pull away, much to his disappointment. “Then do it,” you challenge, “Do it all. Just as long as i can’t walk in a straight line tomorrow. Deal?”

John nods, immediately pushing your back down onto the couch so he can hover over you, tug down his shorts and line himself up with your dripping entrance. He brings his lips down to yours, pushing himself in to make you gasp as the colour of your eyes disappears behind blown pupils with a whimper in pleasure.

“Deal.”

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[simptasia]

LOST’s early 2000s things, for better or for worse

video tapes (i notice by the end, ben has transferred the stuff on the dharma tapes to dvd, very good)

several pants types of that era: 1. loose jeans, ya know the kind where the bottoms of the legs are really baggy. 2. cargo pants. so many cargo pants. can we bring back cargo pants, they’re fucking impossible to find nowadays and i miss them. and 3. very low riding jeans, like if they got any lower i think michelle rodriquez would have had to shave 

shan with her baby pink hoodie and her shiny lip gloss, of all the girls on lost she’s the one who stands out in Early 2000s-ness

charlie’s look in general also belongs in the early 2000s, like you see him and you know exactly what time period this is

jack’s (and his actor’s) mess of “tribal” and “exotic” tattoos

sawyer calling jack and boone “metros”, homophobia may span centuries but that term is specifically an early 2000s thing, babey

sawyer immediately assuming sayid took town the plane. i know that, sadly, this is still a Thing, but the reason this moment is a thing in this paticular show is that it was 2004

flip phones and assorted chunky little phones

finding nemo being refered to as “that computer movie with the fish”, for two reasons, 1. finding nemo not being referred to by name, it’s a classic now, but it was new then and 2. cgi animated movies being so new and novel that shan calls it a “computer movie”. amazing

this show is an ensemble cast of over 20 main characters and not a single one is canonically LGBTPA+. with pretty much all of these characters being abuse victims and prone to tragedy too, so it’d fit thematically. this could happen today, yeah, but far less likely. i mean, the reason they didn’t do it was so they didn’t piss off the parts of america that would get pissed off by that and like, that’s waaay less of a concern nowadays

boone making fun of shan’s possible eating disorder isn’t presented in a Whoa Dude Not Funny way by the narrative

hurley playing music on like, a portable tape player. also i was trying to think if any early 2000s era style songs are in lost but as far as i remember, the music in lost tends to be like 50s to 70s kinda stuff

driveshaft being based on oasis

the show having nostalgia for the 70s but not for the 80s and 90s. seriously once you notice this, you’ll never stop: in terms of presentation, lighting, sound editing, etc, the show pretty much treats the 80s and 90s like the present day. meanwhile the 70s and before are basically Another World. the early 2000s gave zero fucks about the 90s and it shows. it’s just a neat thing to contrast that to now where the 80s and 90s are thought of fondly and have specific styles and sounds tied to them

sawyer being a star wars fan but not knowing the name anakin when hurley mentions it, because the prequels had only happened recently

#thats just the stuff off the top of my head. okay the middle of my head too #there'd be a lot more but this show takes place on an island so in many regards it's timeless #mostly little tech things and stuff that looks iffy from a progressive stand point #ya know sawyer would be a far less redeemable character nowadays #ooor if the show was made today he'd either be less bigoted or he'd be the same level of bigoted but called out about it more #something i'm grateful for: the r slur was thrown around a lot in the early 2000s. as a casual synonym for ''stupid'' #but it was never uttered in lost. phew #dodged a cringe bullet there #annnyways sometimes i remember the ''computer movie with the fish'' line and smile