#favourite first sentences

[smalltownfae]

Favourite Opening Lines:

“He came one late, wet spring, and brought the wide world back to my doorstep.” - Fool’s Errand by Robin Hobb

“In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three.” - Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

“I lost an arm on my last trip home.” - Kindred by Octavia E. Butler

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.” - The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

“Let’s start with the end of the world, why don’t we?” - The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

“The  unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.” - The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” - The Hobbit by J.R. R. Tolkien

“I’ll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination.” - The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

“Marley was dead, to begin with.” - A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” - A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Favourite Ending Lines:

Careful with spoilers.

“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.” - Animal Farm by George Orwell (Name a more iconic ending. You can’t.)

“If Hundreds Hall is haunted, however, it’s ghost doesn’t show itself to me. For I’ll turn, and am disappointed –  realising that what I am looking at is only a cracked window-pane, and that the face gazing distortedly from it, baffled and longing, is my own.” - The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters (Killer reveal)

“Oh,Constance,” I said, “we are so happy.” - We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson (this has the same effect on me as the ending of the movie Midsommer)

“I When they entered, they found hanging upon the wall a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.” - The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.” - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

“Wolves have no Kings.” - Royal Assassin / “We dream of carving our dragon.” - Assassin’s Quest / “She settled into it and continued towards her destiny.” - The Mad Ship / “The past is no further away than the last breath you took.” - Fool’s Errand / “Perhaps having the courage to find a better path is having the courage to risk making new mistakes.” - The Golden Fool (all by Robin Hobb)

“Hoping that this time it will remain a lullaby. That this time the wind will not hear. That this time – please just this once – it will leave without us.” - Chocolat by Joanne Harris

“And Cat, though he was still a little lonely and tearful, managed to laugh too.” - Charmed Life by Diana Wynne Jones

#favourite first sentences #favourite last sentences #favourite lines #booklr #I probably forgot some

[erinsintra]

is anyone else unable to fully remember song lyrics (even the ones in your native language) unless you read them instead of listening??? or are you normal

#march of mephisto is probably one of my favourite songs ever but i have NO IDEA what is being said there aside from the first sentences #same used to happen to lost kitten until i sat down and read the lyrics on google #is this normal or do i just have really shitty ears? #fyp #fypツ #memes #tumblr fyp #explorepage #explore #funny #hilarious #fypage #foryou #meme #dumb shit #shitpost #shitposting

[rookflower]

the horrifying implications of Cinderpelt as a pawn of Starclan- trying everything she can to unsuccessfully stop her apprentice from leaving because she's terrified of the internalised idea of "failing" her clan and her job due to her impending death, while unaware that the entire Crowpool situation is intentional by Starclan for their own benefit to initiate the Power of Three prophecy and that her death in itself is to be Leafpool's motivation to stay- the idea that the stars, the ancestors and family and friends she devoted her life to always meant for her to die young and hopeless and were willing to manipulate her emotionally for the best outcome for them- is alone a piece of her character that's infinitely more heartwrenching and tragic and interesting than "she actually had a crush on Firestar and she's sad she can't date him :((" and I'm so mad that the latter is her primary legacy instead of any interpretations of her as a character that go beyond boring forbidden romance #17 that was barely even implied to begin with

#im sorry but with knowledge of how fucked up starclan is what they did to cinderpelt is. horrifyinggg #this specific interpretation is maybe a bit of a reach but it goes hand in hand with them lying to squirrel and leaf and so on #and also makes more sense in-universe as to why they 'reincarnated' her afterwards than literally just a cocktail of fanservice and ableism #hey sorry we put you on an inevitable death sentence so your apprentice could get pregnant but stay here lol. you can uh possess ur niece i #anyways sorry for all the cinderpelt talk ive been thinking a lot about her lately #she has such a weird reception in the fandom in that she's considered a 'fan favourite' but literally nobody cares about her too much #theres only like 4 cinderpelt maps with over 100k views and theyre all a couple years old at least #for good reason probably because there's a lot of ableism around her both canon and fanon #but still it's a wee shame since she's such a major character to the first two arcs that the little fanon about her there is is kinda borin #cinderpelt #warrior cats #i think shes a lesbian and i also think she should have been allowed to kill someone for fun

[lemonlurkrr]

maybe. maybe I have a thing for stories that revolve around multiple protagonists from a shared bloodline whose nicknames are mostly the same

#lemonspeakrr #squinting at this like 'does this make sense is it readable am i trying to fit too many points into one sentence again??' #anyways #hm. #first it's loz then it's jojos and now metal gear has me in a chokehold #cqc if you will #agonizing #i gesture towards a wall with pictures of my favourite fictional characters and go #'this is link and this is also link and here's link and thats jojo and jojo and jojo and that guy is snake but this guy is also snake' #its the #its the passing on the torch trope me thinks #or the 'you as a character dont know this but me. the reader the viewer knows that your actions now will amount to so much shit for the guy #who comes after you' #grrrrr #also just seeing characters grow overtime is cool too

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i can’t believe i really just saw arctic monkeys oh my GOD it was amazing and emotional and exhausting and i just want to put on my new tour tee and sleep for about a hundred years before i can fully process the enormity of it all

#brace yourselves for photos/videos/general flailing tomorrow #ESPECIALLY as i not only got to see am #but i also got to meet one of my favourite people for the first time since meeting them here and experience it with them 💗 #too much amazing stuff for one day honestly #and now i barely have the brain capacity left over to form a sentence #so coherent thoughts will be had tomorrow #but for now i just needed to flail into the void #also #alex’s voice was sounding so good #so glad he seems to be properly on the mend 🩷 #lulu posts

[troublefemme]

the outfit for those who were wondering (no one)

Men dni

#and my decoy carabiner. my real carabiner that has my keys and is in my purse lol #nah its because its my favourite - in my purse - and i dont wanna lose it. bc it matches my butch's #trouble posts #delete that ''that'' from the first sentence

[j-nipper-95]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Let’s pretend it’s still Sunday here in the UK for a moment. Thanks for the tags today @artsyunderstudy @captain-aralias​ and @orange-peony​. 

Not much has happened in the ASR-sphere this week. I’ve hit another rut with editing while I wait for my editor to get a little further ahead, action set pieces continue to kick my ass, and the plot gremlins have buggered off once again, leaving me with half a scene written. They like to do that.

That being said, have six (seven) sentences of said action set piece that is kicking my ass.

Lauren met his thrust with her forearm, allowing the blade to slide along her sleeve, further throwing the man off balance. He twisted and spun away from her, trying to regain his footing, as the first man threw a punch at her jaw.

Lauren got her hands around his wrist, stepped and twisted her body into him, hooking one elbow over his, snapping her elbow back into the dip of her waist. There was a snap, then a scream, and she tossed the merc into the nearest wall. A knife whistled too close to comfort to her ribs, and the other mercenary was coming back with another off kilter sweep of his knife, trying to gut her. Lauren parried another thrust, slammed her boot onto the instep of the man’s foot, then slammed the hilt of her knife into his chin. For good measure, she tilted her wrist and sliced the blade across the man’s throat. 

Aside from a smattering of writing, I have been productive this week outside of work (in what little time I’ve had), and I’ve got back into crocheting again. Believe it or not, this will become a beanie!

And yeah, my week has been incredibly hectic, hence little progress in terms of actual writing. I worked nearly 50 hours, 6/7 days, and my one day off was spent seeing Set It Off headlining in Portsmouth (after I’d seen them the previous Friday supporting All Time Low at Wembley!) so it’s safe to say, it’s been a hectic couple of weeks. Here’s to hoping I can crack on with ASR/any of my other WIP’s!

Tagging: trying to think of people who might not have done this yet, but struggling, so resorting to my old faithful list. If you’ve already shared your SSS, tag me, I’d love to see them if I haven’t already!

@artsyunderstudy @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @stardustasincocaine @hushed-chorus @orange-peony @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​ @cutestkilla​ @captain-aralias​ @fatalfangirl​ @aristocratic-otter​ @larkral​ @confused-bi-queer​ @ileadacharmedlife​

#original fiction #science fiction #espionage #a survivor's revenge #ASR #six sentence sunday #indie author #self publishing #Lauren doing what Lauren does best #messing people up #action set pieces are my least favourite scene to write #and my series depends on them #help #also crochet! #first beanie #crochet WIP

[hershelwidget]

HEY BBG

This man is taking over my mind the same way he took over Dashi's mind in Octonauts: The Anime (EP 14 Season 6) . like and reblog if you remember this bonkers as hell scene. I literally gasped and screamed when Theatre showed up and said "It's Theatre time" and theatre'd all over the Octopod

Alternates under the cut + Gif [Eyestrain, Creepy Imagery]

Personal favourite is this last one, reminds me of a freaky as hell Character AMV set to a FNAF fan song. n. not that i'm making one of those. what

ALSO GIF GIF GIF

That blue one is his official secondary colour scheme :3

#theatre i love you but can you stop being an anime villain for 5 minutes thanks #he's so dimentiocore . ... please do not remember that sentence #hershel's octonauts au #octonauts au #dashi is boutta GO THROUGH IT #eyestrain #flashing gif #his 'subtitles' are saying ''Emotions are complicated!'' but I MIGHT be wrong on that one #if it's an incorrect translation PLEASE PLEASE let me know so I can fix it :) #hhrmrmmmh... might make fake anime screenshots in a similar style as this one.. consider this the first in a series #i meant what i said about dimentiocore actually. they look so alike it's almost as if i got inspired by one of my favourite characters ever #both in looks AND personality. shoutout to messed up jester dudes!!! except one is a horse

[goddevouringserpent]

tagged by @dmagedgoods for the last sentence challenge (thank you so much!!!)

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

the actual last sentence I've written is not in a shareable state because it ends abruptly and features not one but two instances of "[INSERT WORD HERE]". so instead I'm using the last sentence of a Kaija/Camellia fic I've been working on for literal months lol:

Kaija's gaze darts towards Camellia's mouth; towards her plush, cracked lips, the delicate curve of her mirthless smile, the slightest hint of her all-too-perfect white teeth.

we love toxic yuri

I'm not sure who to tag here because a) I'm pretty sure most people with writing WIPs must've been tagged already, b) that is way too many words & I don't think I know that many writers 😭 so if you're seeing this and want to do it: open tag be upon ye, consider yourself tagged / feel free to say I tagged you~

#Maia speaks #Kaija/Camellia #not too satisfied with that sentence tbh but I'll edit it once I'm done with the first draft. #also. the ''[INSERT WORD HERE]'' trick is one of my favourites as a writer not gonna lie #being an editor means I am overly critical of my own writing so learning to rely on placeholders helps me be a LITTLE more productive #not too much—as proven by the fact I haven't published any fic but in my defense I am also ESL and ADHD and painfully busy—but. a little. #and that's better than nothing! #also also. technically I have an original project in the works that I could use here. BUT it's an interactive fiction game #which makes sharing sentences a bit difficult because I'm adding Twine variables into the writing itself LOL #not saying it'd be unreadable but it'd be *annoying* to read that's for sure

[aceofshitposts]

got tagged by @chibinightowl to post the first line of my current wip(s)!

I'll go aheeaaad and taggg @yasmindifference and @heybabybird cuz I always wanna see what they're up to 😘

gonna post a couple cuz that's more fun ~

It starts, as all things in Tim's life, with a phone call from his parents.

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Jason liked his job. Really, he did. There was comfort in gentle routine, which the coffee shop provided in spades.

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The trek to Wizard Drake’s abode was a lot longer than Jason had first anticipated.

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When it happens it’s like the world has flipped upside down; like every colour in the usually grey and kind of dreary cave has turned pastel and nobody but Jason has noticed.

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As far as villain debuts go, Cupid is pretty tame. Jason even feels a little sorry for the guy having the misfortune of running into Black Bat first and foremost; ill prepared for Cass' brutal efficiency.

#astrix writes #you get more than one sentence for a couple of these cuz otherwise they're BORING #also cass gets to be black bat in all my wips cuz it's my favourite identity for her #which wip is which!! place ur bets on which is jaytim week actually it's probably pretty obvious #i would've put something from shutterbug in but technically y'all have already seen the first line of that 😂 #tag game

[textinwho]

ONE SENTENCE “FAVOURITE WORST NIGHTMARE” by ARCTIC MONKEYS PROMPTS

BRIANSTORM

•  “And she's not aware yet, but she's yours.”

TEDDY PICKER

•  "Who'd want to be men of the people when there's people like you?”

D IS FOR DANGEROUS

•  “I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare.”

BALACLAVA

•  “You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss.”

FLOURESCENT ADOLESCENT

•  “Now when she's told she's gonna get it, I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it.”

ONLY ONES WHO KNOW

•  “And I bet she told a million people that she'd stay in touch. But all the little promises, they don't mean much.”

DO ME A FAVOUR

•  “And I watched and I waited till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.”

THIS HOUSE IS A CIRCUS

•  “And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film.”

IF YOU WERE THERE, BEWARE

•  “Why leave her on her own? If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it.”

THE BAD THING

•  “Do the bad thing, take off your wedding ring. But it won't make it that much easier, it might make it worse.”

OLD YELLOW BRICKS

•  “Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up, blinded by nostalgia?”

505

•  “I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.”

 made by textinwho

#sentence starter mem #sentence starters #indie rp #lyric rp #starters #writing prompts #arctic monkeys writing prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starter #angst prompts #love prompts #favourite worst nightmare #arctic monkeys #my first attempt at writing sentence starters

[sickly-stitches]

having multiple sets of pronouns/names Sucks cuz you only ever get one thing used

#g. #i only ever get called the first part of my first name #i only really get she/her (SOMETIMES they/them) irl #but i literally only get he/him online #a whole zero people use neopronouns or nounself pronouns #its comical #if anyone was wondering xe/xem is one of my favourite sets #i dont really have a favourite name to go by but some goddamn variety would be nice 😭😭 #one of my nicknames on here comes from my middle name lol #im always very careful w/ multiple pronoun sets #especially making sure to use both in the same sentence if i can

[puppyeared]

∞ ^_^

Never had a cavity

Never had nobody as sweet as you

Smooth around the edges, good as new

Gently into it and every rendezvous

#this is actually the first cavetown song I ever listened to works #the sleepyhead album is my favourite so far eheheheehehee #I remember I used it to fall asleep for months. I think around the time the pandemic started #his songs are nice to space out to because it’s like he’s putting sweet words together into sentences #like it’s not linear but in a really nice abstract way ig #ask #ask game #answered #song

[montanabohemian]

do you ever start reading a fandom popular fic and within the first five or ten minutes, you start questioning why it's so popular?

#i'm like five chapters into a very fandom favourite fic #and i'm not kidding #the *first sentence* had glaringly obvious typos #but i was like okay whatever and it wasn't terrible after that #until now five or whatever chapters into it #and the whole chapter is just typo typo sentence makes absolutely no sense words are missing typo typo typo #i mean it's actually physically hard to read because i have to figure out what they were trying to say #AND! on top of all that #it's incredibly boring #and i just #would like to pick the brains of everyone that recs this particular fic so much #i do think the author of this fic thought they were one of the popular girls im school and so they could get away with whatever they wanted #in everything involving the fandom #and i think held a lot of sway and manipulation over people #so i think THAT plays into it a LOT #but like WOWWWW #anyway imma stick to my routine of going down the deep dark grubby holes of fic and read things like two other people have #because that shit can be some of the best stuff ever written

[taeyungie]

You are actually saurrr kind and lovable and funny. I love your blog so much (and yourself ofcourse) I see bits of your friendship with sky and i know for a fact that you make an AMAZING friend. I would love to be your friend tbh <33333

you're making me blush 😭💓 that is so so sweet and nice, thank you so much for appreciating me and my blog this way, it really means a lot to me 🥺 since now i'm back online more often hopefully we will all get to know each other, i see so many new blogs and i can't wait to know everyone and have fun together again, i missed this so much 💓 truth be told i am not the best at carrying actual conversations which doesn't make me a very good friend LMAO but i love to answer asks and I'll always find some time, so feel free to come around more often, angel! I'll be delighted to have a chat with such wonderful person like you hehe 😊❤️ thank you so much again love 💖 have a great day!

#i love the accent in the first sentence LMAO #also for me making aussie accent and not being an aussie is my favourite sport 🥹 LOL #anonymous #answered

[bunnys-kisses]

the jailbird

prisoner!simon 'ghost' riley

a full fic based on this post

cw: prison!au, civilian!reader, pen-pals, smut,romance/romantic!simon, domestic, missonary, wife kink, size kink, nudity, tattoo kink, body worship, cuddling

bunny says: like the fic? leave a comment! really like the fic? suggest your own! reblogs are always welcomed!

it started out as a flyer at the bus stop near your house. it was for a service that connected prisoners at a nearby prison with civilians as pen-pals. you had seen the flyer often over the course of work as you went to work.

you honestly felt bad, those people must be isolated. the organization prided itself on giving prisoners a bit of their humanity back by not cutting them off from those on the outside. so on a rainy friday you took a photo of the flyer and filled out the form on the organization's website.

that was how you met simon riley, or as he was called on the inside 'ghost'. what caught your attention wasn't his face scar that ran from under his nose down to the left side of his chin, but rather his brown eyes. how intense they stared into the camera. it was almost intimidating.

but you kept the photo on your desk as you typed out your first letter to send to him. you heard of places who did it through email, but screen time for those could often be limited and to send a physical letter would ensure that it would be sent to them.

the letter started out simple, you asked how he was and if it was okay to ask what he was in prison for. you asked him other questions, like if his health was doing well, what did he do most days while on the inside. you ended the letter with a little information about yourself.

you thought it would be nice to take a few photos and print them out on photo paper to be included with your letter. just so he had a better idea of who he was talking about. once you tweaked the letter with a bit of editing, you printed it out and thanks to the Royal Mail, your letter was sent to him.

you didn't actually expect for him to respond. nor did you expect for the letter to be do detailed. it was almost three pages double sided in neat hand writing. your eyes went wide when you saw the thickness of the envelope with the stamp of approval from the prison for it to be sent to you.

simon sent you a bracelet made of string that had been braided together. he said you were the first person from the outside to reach out since he got locked up. that broke your heart. it only broke further the more you read.

he was a military man who was tossed aside once the ptsd got too intense. he had been between jobs, and it felt like everything was just too much for him. he got wrapped up in large scale theft, while it paid good, you could only rob so many banks before it all caught up. he had been in for three years now, he was thankful it wasn't a life sentence. not much was stolen, and there was minimal violence. he said that his stature alone intimidated enough people that he didn't need to be violent.

you re-read his letters and it wouldn't be until almost six months of speaking that you finally wore the bracelet. when he said, "i want to see you in it, since i can't buy you a ring." you sent a photo of you wearing it and since then you hadn't taken it off.

the letters were nice, you sent them at least twice a week. even though you two had never met face to face, and the only photos you had of him were mugshots, he knew all the gossip in your work place. he knew the names of all your friends, your favourite saturday night treat and how you took your coffee.

he told you he'd be happy to make you coffee every morning before you went to work. that comment made your cheeks burn.

he often called you his 'wife' to the other prisoners. he had your photos on the wall near his bunk. he even kept the pictures where you looked terrible after you tried to cut your bangs one night. he knew the exact location of where your favourite take out was. he said that he was writing down ideas of where to take you once he got out. "i gotta make the missus feel special."

he even made you a birthday card. his cellmate 'soap' even signed it. you knew all about the explosives expert mactavish. when you looked into his case on the news, your eyes went a little wide. this guy was.. something.

simon did admit that 'soap' had a bit of a crush on you. but he said that 'johnny' was harmless and probably just liked the photo of a woman in the cell.

"he hurt ya, there will be no cell that could keep me from killin' him. no god either."

simon remembered everything.

the way he spoke about you and to you in his letters were nothing but soft. while he had to put on a tough guy exterior, his letters were filled with gentle words. like when he wrote out that he loved you in big text on a spare piece of paper so you could tape it on your mirror to look at every morning.

"i want to be what you get ready to."

"i want to be with you when you wake up."

"i want to come home to you every night. please make me an honest man."

you knew he was a trained killer. he was in special forces before his brief stint as a criminal. he was trained to kill, but in the margins of your letters, his love shined through. despite it all, he was capable of love.

and he wanted to pour all that love into you, his (future) wife.

you two would go on to write letters every week, for almost two years. when you got the letter from him asking if he could put you down as a permanent address when he got out, you cried. of course!

it was a cold spring morning, the sky was misty as you stood outside the gates of the prison. your heart raced, you even arrived early in the hopes he'd be released sooner.

and then you saw him.

those eyes. hard and stern, until he caught sight of you. his shoulder visibly dropped and his pace quickened as he made his way towards you. before you could step forward to meet him, he had you in his arms. his strong arms, littered with tattoos, wrapped around you as he held you close to his strong chest.

you held onto him as the air left your chest from the force he held you. you clutched onto his shoulders and choked out a sob. you squeaked, "holy shit."

he pulled away from you, but still kept you in his arms. you swore you saw minimal mistiness in his eyes. he reached to cup your face. he said quietly, "soft... like i imagined."

you beamed up at him, "of course, si."

"your voice is so nice." he groaned as he then pulled you close once more and buried his nose in your hair. he inhaled the scent of your shampoo and relaxed, "i'm home."

you thought transitioning from being the only person in the flat, to having this hulking, strong man in your home as well, was going to be a bit hard. but that didn't matter when simon got you through the door. his hands were on you, he promised on the universe that he'd romance you tomorrow.

but tonight was just going to be the two of you.

you managed to get his hands off you in order to get your shoes off before you led him to your bedroom. he was close behind you, he had a hand on one of your hips. he wanted to be as close to you as he could, you two had spent enough time apart.

you couldn't even close the bedroom door before he was pulling at the waistband on your pants. his calloused, strong hands felt delicate on you. it was like he was going to break you and he had to be as delicate as possible.

"si."

"i know, darling." he said quietly as he started to undress you. with your help the both of you were soon nude in the afternoon light in your bedroom. you tried to cover your chest with your arms but he pulled your arms away and looked at you.

your eyes met and you got up on your tip-toes to kiss him gently on the lips. soon he picked you up like you weighed less than a bag of potatoes.

he placed you on the bed gently when you half expected him to toss you like a shot-put. he admired your body down on your soft covers and soon got onto the bed too.

you reached for him as he pulled you into a tight kiss. his lips were chapped and you could tease the fresh skin underneath. your nails raked at his strong back, that you knew was covered in tattoos.

you wrapped your legs around him and held him. from a moment he dropped to his side and you two held each other. you tucked his head under your chin as you laid together naked.

it wasn't even meant to be sexually stimulating, you both just wanted to feel one another. to hear your lover's heartbeat meant more to you than anything in that moment.

you kissed the top of his head, you felt his blond hair against your face as you soaked in his warmth. you could almost cry from how nice it felt to be so close to him.

after everything, you had your man.

he said in his low tone, "you feel so soft. after everything, i have you. you made every day in the can worth it." he sighed, "thank you." he kissed at your bare chest.

you replied, "i loved your letters, i have them still." you chuckled, "i didn't want to throw any of them away. it made me feel closer."

"well. i'm not goin' anywhere." he looked up at you and smiled, "you're home and i'm finally here." he pulled away and got him between your legs. he rested on his knees and carefully moved you to his liking. he sat there between your legs and waited for your command.

you looked at him and nodded, "yeah, si. you can go." then tightened your legs around your lover. you held your breath as he slowly pushed his cock into you. you didn't realize how big it was until he was fully inside of you.

"are you alright, love?"

"golden."

the two of you moved together. it took a little bit to get used to the size, but the pressure and speed of his movements made heat spread through your body. like two pieces of the same puzzle, you fit together perfect soon after. it was like you two were always meant to be.

you felt so loved by him, it was so sweet. this was your first time with him and you only had a few sexual experiences with others prior to him. but the entire time you knew each other you didn't sleep with others, you wanted to wait for your man.

"that's my good wife." he groaned as he held onto your hips, "i know, you wanted this for a long time. i bet you thought about me when i was locked up."

you blushed and replied, "i did, si. i thought about you all the time, i even had your picture in my office. i wanted this, i wanted to be with you!" you whined a little as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot.

he chuckled softly, "yeah. i thought about my missus when i was locked up. i used to jerk off to your letters, your photos. messed one of 'em up by gettin' my spunk all over it." he licked his lips, "but now i can see it every day in person."

you smiled when he rested his body against you and continued to thrust up into you. you felt the curl of pleasure of your gut get together which each of his heavy thrusts.

the kisses you shared were intimate and hot. the air of your bedroom was warmed as you made love on the bed you would share together. your soft noises together filled the air.

you clenched onto him, you dug your nails into his shoulders. they were so strong and broad that they were much bigger than your hands.

he kissed you one last time as he quickened his pace. the bed moved against your movements as you both climaxed at the same time. it was like a shock to the system, the heightened euphoria before your head felt full of cotton.

you let out a soft groan as your grip on his loosened and you relaxed into the bed. you felt yourself partially get crushed by your lover but he gave a few more earnest thrusts as he made sure that his cum shot to the back of your womb.

he pulled out and dropped beside you. he tucked some hair behind your ear and wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. your breathing was heavy, but you were both so happy. to share your first time together felt so special.

you nestled yourself into his arms and held his hand. you exhaled contently then said, "my husband."

he kissed the top of your head, he felt complete, "my missus."

part two

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