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I need to know what you think about finding a dark siren Eddie Munson. Maybe he got hurt and washed up on the shore? You’re immediately his mate and he loves you very much even though he’s never been near a human. Very much I hate everyone but you vibes for our bloodthirsty friend.

Boyfriend From the Deep

darkSiren!Eddie x Reader

darkSiren!Eddie art here and here

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18+ONLY, smut, some monsterfuqqing, mention of gore, mention of throwing up, visit from Murray & Hopper, mention of reader's life not going well, AFAB Reader, love at first sight, soulmates, merman!Eddie. wc: 3k

A/N: Another request I was really excited to sink my teeth into. My hope is to continue this eventually, taking inspiration from the 1984 film Splash. Looking forward to what y'all think of darkSiren!Eddie, thank you for indulging me.

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Eddie choked and coughed as the wave crashed over him, forcing his eyes open with a gargled gasp. He was pinned up against a rocky ledge, half of his body on the sand and the other half in the frigid water. All of a sudden, he felt sick, and began retching clear bile into the sea. He didn’t like breathing the air, he wasn’t used to it, and it caught in his throat like a feather–tickling—until he coughed and retched again. The gills on the sides of his neck sputtered, flapping open like vents, drying out, trying to conform to the new way of breathing.

It was then that he became aware of the dull ache at the back of his head, and with trembling fingers, he reached back to test the spot with a cringe and a hiss. He checked to find that his fingertips were bloody; he must’ve knocked his head on one of the sharp rocks during the transformation. How badly was he wounded? Would be a shame to survive the journey to human form only to die on the beach and rot like a bloated fish.

He braced his hand, fingers digging into the sand, and flicked his hips to swish his tail to get him unstuck, but then two legs kicked out from his hips, stuck in a fisherman’s net, and it startled him, making him slam his head into the rock again. He winced, eyes squeezing shut, whimpering a bit at the sting of the impact as the saltwater splashed up to his knees and misted his face.

This was Eddie’s first time back to land in over a decade. Mostly because he loathed humans. He loved to lure them to their deaths, he loved to watch from under the water as their ships sank so that he could feed on their fear, curling the sound waves of their screams into his belly like sweet nectar.

He twisted, trying to be free of the rough ropes that cut into his skin, but he was weak, and he wasn’t sure how much blood he’d lost. He was stuck there now, for 7 days and 7 nights, and he thought maybe he’d just find a way to stay hidden…

….until he saw you.

It was rare for you to be up at the crack of dawn, unless it was due to the fact that you hadn’t slept at all, which was a regular occurrence. Long, restful sleeps that lasted hours were just a myth to you, ever since you’d watched your life go down the toilet. A breakup, a death in the family, getting fired from your job; all of it happened all at once, and you were still reeling, teetering at the edge of the abyss.

You were all alone in the world, but for your dog, Louie, and the modest cottage you were renting for a week off the Oregon coast. The beach house was tucked back in the woods, and it didn’t even have a TV, so flipping it on to watch the early morning broadcast or some cartoons to relax your brain was not an option. The radio would have to do, and the first song that came on when you flipped the dial was Brandy by Looking Glass. You hummed along to it as you plucked Louie’s leash off the sofa and attached it to his collar. He was a medium, handsome, mixed-breed boy that you’d rescued from the side of the road as a puppy. Part corgi, part border collie, part…dalmatian? You weren’t entirely sure.

“He came on a summer's day

Bringin' gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn't stay

No harbor was his home

The sailor said, ‘Brandy, you're a fine girl

What a good wife you would be

But my life, my love, and my lady is the sea”

It was exceptionally chilly for an August morning, making you bundle in a hoodie and boots for the trek out to the beach. Louie was practically foaming at the mouth to get out there for his run, and since your area of the beach was fairly secluded at that time of morning, you unhooked his leash where the dirt path met with the sand, and he bolted into the fog toward the ocean like a shot. There was a wet mist lingering in the air, like salty, seaweed-scented kisses that made you squint against the bright gray hues turning blue with the rise of the sun. A few seagulls squawked and swooshed overhead, diving down to perch on a large piece of driftwood, and you waved to them, as if they’d showed up just to say hello to you.

You faced the vast expanse of ocean and crashing waves with a mix of awe and defiance, challenging it silently with a lift of your chin. Your reverie was rudely interrupted by Louie’s alarm bark, somewhere deep in the mist.

You followed the sound, walking blind until you caught sight of the jutting rocks at the base of a cliff, and the shrill of Louie’s distress signal was getting further away. Your feet picked up speed, stumbling for purchase in the soft, wet ground as you called for him, a bit of panic stroking your heart. Why did it feel like you were about to start crying? An avalanche of unfelt emotions gathered in your throat as you called for your loyal companion.

But there he was, finally, sitting facing the rocks, tail wagging side to side, making a fan-shape in the sand, basically ignoring you as you collapsed to one knee, cursing, clutching your chest.

You mumbled a whole conversation to him as you snapped the leash back in place and got to your feet. You tried to guide him in the other direction, but Louie was transfixed on something a few yards ahead, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust—but then you saw it. A hand, slightly webbed between the fingers, appeared from around the black rock, digging into the sand, and then another hand gripped the tan earth further along, as if someone were trying to pull themself along by their arm strength alone. The wrists were covered in jewelry that looked like they were made of shell and bone; the forearms tattooed in dotted, swirling black ink patterns.

You were too stunned to scream, mouth hanging agape. You urged Louie back to shield him with your legs. You saw the long, dark hair next, pooling over bare, tattooed shoulders; it was messy and unkempt, littered in bits of fauna and a few empty clam shells, one side matted with blood.

Before your brain could throw the alarm that this might be dangerous, you were already speaking. “A-are you alright? Do you need me to get help?”

That was when his head snapped up, and wide, all-white eyes regarded you with malice, lips curling back to expose a mouth full of pointed teeth. He growled at you, and Louie growled back, but then, after a second, the monster's face softened. The milk white eyes behind tendrils of hair shifted to brown, human irises, and he cocked his head a few times at you, as if trying to understand what you had just said.

You should have fainted.

You should have turned and run screaming in the other direction.

But, for some reason, neither one of those even occurred to you.

You came around to get a better look at him, down along where the water lapped at your boots, and took in the rest of his body; he was tangled up in a crude net from the waist down. He wore a necklace that appeared to be made of intricate fish bones and coral, and shark tooth earring dangled from his ear. The tattoo patterns ran all along his chest, stomach, and legs. You released Louie’s leash, and he sat right where he was told, while you crouched down to meet Eddie’s curious gaze that never strayed from you.

“Will you let me help you?” You asked.

Eddie was in love.

He never believed the stories he’d been told about the imprinting and immediate bonding that happened when you met your mate. He wasn’t just any Merman, he was a Siren, and as a soldier of the dark forces of the sea, he figured he didn’t have time for frivolous things like romance.

But this took no time at all.

You were meant to be his, and he didn’t care who he had to kill to keep you.

He studied your face as you worked to free the wet knot of seaweed tangles on the net, freeing his thighs from the heavyweight, gasping and averting your eyes at the way your touch made his cock twitch and swell. You helped him to sit up, noticing what appeared to be gills on his throat and sides along his ribs. His flesh was similar to that of a human, but also not. It had a thick, rippled texture, like the belly of a snake, and it seemed to glow with a soft blue fluorescence. His muscles were tight and lean, and he didn’t even bother to shiver as a cold wind made your teeth chatter.

You told him your name as another seagull cawed overhead, and asked what you should call him.

His eyebrows clenched together, tilting his head a few times, watching your mouth as you spoke.

“Do you speak English?” You asked it in a cringe way, with a loud voice, as if a higher volume could break any language barrier.

He brought his webbed hand up to touch your face, and you jerked away at first, but then you let his scaled knuckles graze your cheek, the legs of your jeans soaking wet now as you knelt there with what could only be described as a figment of your imagination.

He spoke a word in foreign language, his voice a deep whisper. You remembered how solid white his eyes had been before when he thought you were a threat, but now they were honey brown, almost cat-like in nature as they softly adored you.

“I-I don’t understand,” you breathed, unable to comprehend the time it took for his mouth to find yours, to plant wholesome kisses, to taste you.

You might’ve been in love with him at that moment too, but your jaded heart refused to let yourself believe it.

You did, however, feel the arousal blossom at your core as his tongue fluttered against yours, whimpering with a little click in his throat like a sea lion at the way you returned his kiss.

The urge to mate you, to officially make you his, was too strong for Eddie to take into regard any of the formalities of courtship. Once your hand found his generous girth and began to stroke, encouragingly, that was all it took.

You skittered backwards up onto the semi-dry sand, unzipping your jeans and pushing them down to your ankles as you went, and Eddie followed, bracing himself on top so he wouldn’t crush you, desperate to find your mouth again. His powerful hips bucked against you, and you held him by the neck, begging for more while he spoke to you in that foreign tongue, staring into your eyes, willing you to understand him.

Wanting you to know that no one would ever love you as much as he did; that he would be your one and only mate until the darkness took you both.

The position felt awkward, but there was no time to take your boots off as your hole clenched the air, desperate to be filled. You spun around to get on your hands and knees, and Eddie buried his cock in your wet heat with one swish of his muscular thighs, throwing his head back in a bark of triumph.

You pushed back against him, needing him to move, to stretch you and own you with each push, your fingers clawing into the sand as you whined.

Nearby, Louie cocked his head and tried to lift one floppy ear, but then he turned his face to the sea, trying to give you some privacy.

You’d never been fucked by someone as strong as this sea monster, and your whole body jerked and vibrated under the impact of his deep thrusts. “Yesyesyes…oh fuck!”

It wasn’t long before Eddie clapped his pelvis flush to your ass and spilled inside of you, chanting foreign words, tilting his head to the sky, worshiping you with his offering. He stayed locked there for a while, working his seed deeper with every stroke. When he was done, he flipped you over with a feral urgency that sent sand into your eyes and nose, but you didn’t care, because now his mouth was on you.

Your fingers sank into his matted hair, and that was when you felt the viscous patch and remembered he was bleeding. His big, strong legs were a bit wobbly, and the thought occurred to you, for whatever reason, that he wasn’t accustomed to using them.

But then Louie was barking in the other direction, and you both turned your attention to see a figure appearing from out of the mist. A middle-aged man in a pageboy cap and a trench coat; he was already too close before you knew he was there, and he dropped the walking stick in his hand, his face frozen in shock and terror.

Eddie smelled the foul human approaching and the familiar bloodlust roared in his veins. The fin on Eddie’s back bristled as he rose to a crouch with a ferocious growl. You shuffled as far as you could against the rock, trying to pull your jeans up and cover yourself, not sure what to think of Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie bared his mouth full of sharp teeth in a sneer at the man, his eyes going completely white again. A storm seemed to hit the beach all of a sudden at Eddie’s command, dropping down a gust of wind that rocked the waves and sent the man stumbling off his feet as if the world tilted on its axis, trying to hold his hat on against the force of it. A low, rumbling wail came from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest as you tried to shield your face from the whips of sand stabbing like tiny daggers in your flesh. Eddie appeared to be sucking the life out of the man from his distance; the human’s body lifted up in the air and bent back. You thought you heard something crack.

It was only a matter of seconds before the man crumpled to the ground, unresponsive, and then Eddie settled, and so did the air around him. After a few heartbeats, there were only the crashing waves and the birds once again, and Eddie’s head snapped to you, searching, making sure you were okay.

He held his arms out and you scrambled over, burying your head in the crook of his neck, letting him cage you, letting him have you.

Louie went over to sniff around at the man on the ground, wondering if he had any treats, and then he lifted his leg and let go of a stream of urine onto his shoe.

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Murray Bauman slammed the paper onto Hopper’s desk, forcing a gust of wind into his face and a couple of yellow sticky notes to go flying.

Murray waited, hands on his hips, the door to the office wide open behind him. Hopper took a deep inhale and flicked a few bored glances from the cover of the Seaside Review back up to Murray’s severe expression.

“Is this your way of telling me you're taking a vacation?” He guessed, shifting back in his squeaky chair.

“This,” Murray jabbed his finger in the direction of the paper. “Is what I’ve been trying to tell you about.”

In the mood to humor his old friend, Hopper bent forward, furrowing his brow, taking a closer look at the headlines.

Murray continued, pacing in front of the desk as he did so. “Merpeople don’t exist? Well then, explain that to me.”

To the right, at the top of a long column and a sketch, was the headline: Reclusive artist survives a Siren attack on the beach and lives to tell: Merfolk exist.

Hopper cleared his throat. “This is a drawing, Murray.”

Murray stopped his pacing, inclining his head, adopting a sarcastic tone. “Notice anything familiar about that likeness, Jim? Does any part of it ring a bell? The white eyes, maybe? The teeth?”

“Sure,” Hopper picked the paper up and plopped it down, further away from him. “It looks like Elvis. Call The Inquirer.”

Murray flopped in a chair facing the Chief’s desk with a huff. He’d keep talking about it even if it fell on deaf ears because he knew he was right. “The migration of the Sirens. Enki, Poseidon, Amphitrite, the legend of the skin-shedding Merfolk who can walk on land for 7 days during a blood moon. Humanoids. Cannibals of the sea—-”

“Stop,” Hopper put his hand up palm out. “Just, stop. Is any of this supposed to make any sense to me? Why are you here? What have I done to deserve this?”

Murray rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, intertwining his fingers. “The drawing should look familiar to you, Jim, because it’s just like the one I saw when I was a teenager, and three summers ago when I was on that death-trap Alaskan cruise. I told you all about it. I told you that I was—-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hopper interrupted. “But again, I’ll ask—why are you coming to me with this? You think I’m going to arrest a fish?”

Murray rounded his shoulders. "I know that Sirens exist, Jim. There’s more than enough evidence out there, and I’m going to prove it to you, if not the world.”

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cookiebelle · 1 year

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Me Fui de Vacaciones • Damian Priest x AFAB reader

Warnings • 2nd person pov (no use of y/n), reader is Afab but I did my best to be as inclusive and nondescript as possible

Smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected PIV sex, oral (m receiving), names (Gatita, baby, you get it), some extremely light kink (spanking, biting, choking, hair pulling), lil bit of Sir kink, size kink sort of, exactly two uses of the word “whore”, porn with an unnecessary amount of plot, tropes galore, idiots to lovers requires its own warning, bad Spanish translations probably.

Word Count • 6.2k words, I have no reasonable explanation for this.

A/N • This should go without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway. This is a wrestling fic, featuring wrestlers. While wrestlers are indeed real people with real lives, they are also playing characters. The people mentioned in this fic are their characters, and in no way am I depicting the individuals who portray them.

Burning logs crackled. One. Two. Three beers became five. Your feet dug into soft, cool sand as you and your closest friends talked around a fire.

It was the beginning of a well deserved mini-vacation, and the five of you weren’t intending to waste a moment of it. So when you all arrived at the little beach cottage you had rented, even at nearly midnight, you were hell bent on getting the most of your time off. So the fire was built, drinks were passed around, and laughter carried across the beach.

Most people called your friends “The Judgment Day”. You just called them family, though. You had met Damian first, in 2020, the near end of his NXT career marking your beginning. He quickly became your mentor as you navigated the tribulations of what it meant to work for the company, a true friend among those who looked at you only as competition. Later, he introduced you to Rhea. Then the faction formed, and Finn joined the circle, then Dom. Your call up to the main roster occurred shortly after, during the draft. The celebration that ensued when you learned you would be working with the rest of the crew was legendary. These, truly, were your people.

And then there you were, a year later, feet in the sand. You played a light tune on your guitar as though it were the backing score to Bálor’s story, leaving the group captivated. Well, everyone but you. You were looking up at the stars, taking it all in, wondering how you could possibly be so lucky. You decided not to tempt fate by asking the universe that very question, but it seemed fate had its own ideas for this week.

“You good?”

Rhea’s voice pulled you from your daydream and all at once, everyone was looking at you. You realized, in your deep state of thought, your random plucking at the guitar had faded to nothing.

“So good…” you grinned, slurring slightly, at which the group chuckled and carried on with their conversations. Crisis averted. At least you thought. Damian’s gaze lingered on you when you looked back down at the frets of your guitar, but you didn’t seem to notice.

It was a drunken stumble back to the house, sometime around 3AM, everyone finally exhausted enough to end the day and refresh themselves for the next. Except you. As they all said their goodnights and retired to their respective rooms, you found yourself on the couch, unable to sleep and watching reruns of the same sitcoms you had seen a hundred times.

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“Hey… Hey you…”

You felt something… poking you?

“Hellooooo…”

You gasped and sat up, eyes wildly searching the room until you found Rhea standing above you. It was light outside, light enough that golden rays peeked through the curtains and illuminated her face. You glanced at the clock. 7am. Hadn’t you guys just gone to bed?

“We’re going to the gym. You coming?”

“I thought we were on vacation,” You groaned and laid back down, covering your face with a throw pillow as you realized how sore your back was. Why the hell did you sleep on the couch all night?

“Suit yourself. We’ll back in a couple hours.”

You rolled over, scrunched up but content as the footsteps left the house, got in the car, and drove away. Slowly, you dozed back off into that euphoric state of half sleep.

“Hey…”

Oh fuck. Damian. Your heart picked up and suddenly you were awake once more. You thought you had heard all of them leave, and yet…

“Hey, you awake?”

You remained rigidly still save for your breathing, even as you heard him approach. For whatever reason, pretending to still be asleep was your first and only instinct. It did you little good, however.

In one sudden motion, as if you weighed nothing at all, you were scooped up into his arms. Still, you pretended to sleep. Despite your heart racing. Despite how badly you wanted to lean into the safety and warmth of his chest. Despite the fire that sparked in your core every time you got close to him.

Yeah, you were down bad. The moment he got in the ring to spar with you that first time, you were a goner, and it only got worse as years went on. You had spent holidays together, traveled to countless cities and countries, bared your soul to him over late night gin and cigarettes. You saw him for what he was. When others saw a monster of a man, a Broken Angel as he was once called, you saw someone sensitive, fierce, and loyal. Even the flaws drew you closer, but you could focus on those another time.

You kept the feelings under the hat as best you could. The only time you let it slip was to Rhea, early on in your friendship, your eyes lingering too long on Damian as he walked away from the two of you. She promised to take the secret to her grave. That didn’t stop her from teasing you in private, though, or from dropping the subtlest of hints when you were all together. Hints Damian never seemed to get, or maybe he did. Who really knows?

Back in the present, he was carrying you… somewhere, that much you could glean with your eyes closed. And then you were placed somewhere soft. Already warm and slept in, like the comfiest hug. Wait… was this his bed? You breathed deeply and realized it was, regrettably, recognizing the scent of his hair left behind on the pillow.

He covered you with a blanket, pushing away some hair that had fallen in your face. It was a surprisingly tender gesture from someone like him, especially for “just a friend”, but that was something you had gotten used to. It was one of the many facets of who he was, showing his love with touch. He was always there for you with a hug when you needed it, or a rub to your shoulders after a good match, and he seemed to mess with your hair a lot, too. You thought nothing of it. That was just.. him.

You decided, as his hand drew away from your face, that now was as good a time as any to begin to stir. You slowly blinked your eyes open and looked up as he was still standing beside you, just turning to leave.

“Mmmm hello…” you mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up… you just looked uncomfortable and I was getting up anyway so I figured…” He seemed almost nervous, immediately pulling his hands away from you.

“No, it’s fine,” you cut him off, stretching for the first time in what felt like days, “thank you..”

“Okay, well.. you sleep. I’m gonna make breakfast..” he turned back to leave and you quickly grabbed onto his hand, tugging it backward.

“Too early for breakfast. It’s your bed. Come lay down…” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word.

It wasn’t as though you two hadn’t shared plenty of beds. Traveling on tour was like that. With Dom and Rhea paired off, and Finn preferring to be alone, you two often ended up in a room together, and thanks to Damian’s stature that meant sharing a single king bed. Of course, you didn’t mind. Not even as you laid awake all those nights, trying to quell that burning need you couldn’t seem to shake when you were so close yet so far from him. You wondered how he could sleep, how he couldn’t feel your nervous energy from across the bed. Maybe he could, and just paid it no mind.

This time was different, though. Charged. Like the energy you felt shooting through the fingertips that touched him was somehow a mutual exchange. Like if you pulled your hand from his right now, you would see the electricity connecting them. You couldn’t explain how or why, all you could do was tug on his hand as he tried to decline your invitation.

“There’s no way you’re not tired, come on…”

And, after a moment of your insistence, he reluctantly obliged.

There was a dip in the bed, and you hummed happily as a strong arm wrapped around you, hugging you close for a moment as he got situated. You rolled onto your side, facing away from him so you could hide your secret little smile. Strong arms wrapped around you again, to your surprise, and you shifted until you both were comfortable laying there in each other’s space.

You two always ended up like this, once you finally found yourself able to sleep. You would wake curled up against his massive frame, him holding you in a manner that could only be described as possessive. It was almost as though he was protecting you in your slumber; From what, you weren’t sure. Bad dreams? Aliens? You always played it off as though you two just enjoyed the closeness, drawn to each other in the unconscious. You’d vehemently defend to Rhea that it was strictly platonic. The butterflies in your throat disagreed.

It felt like every single cell in your body was vibrating. You thought there was no way that you could sleep, and yet you felt your eyelids droop as his warmth spread around you. Once again, you dozed, your body weightless despite being hyper aware of the fact that you were pressed up against him. His shallow, sleepy breaths puffed across the top of your head, but you would later learn he was also not sleeping.

No, he was in the same predicament as you. Pretending to sleep while his mind raced and the smell of your hair drew him further into this downward spiral. It was all innocent thoughts at first. Friendly. Looking forward to spending time with you and the others over the next few days. Then he opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of your peaceful, sleeping face and a switch flipped. Suddenly he was consumed by the thought of waking you up and taking you then and there, finally giving into the urge he felt every time he got close to you. Every time he watched you wrestle. Every time you smiled at him from across a room, or fell asleep on him during long flights, or gave his butt a pat as he walked out from Gorilla to the ramp. He valued your friendship more than that urge, though, and it’s stopped him every time he’s nearly gone through with indulging it.

Lost in your thoughts, you only barely registered the fact that he had scooted a little bit closer to you than before, hips flush with the curve of your ass. Something else pressed against you, something somewhat firm and insistent. You blushed, trying to muffle the faintest gasp at the realization of exactly what it was. He had to be sleeping… right? Would he do this if he wasn’t?

You didn’t know what to do, frozen still by the options before you. You could ignore it, pretend to keep sleeping and act as though nothing was happening. That was the safest option. You two could proceed as usual, protecting your friendship for the long run while you pined for him still. Or… you could give in and acknowledge it, say fuck it to all of the doubt and uncertainty.

Fuck it.

You moved to back yourself up further against him, making sure to slowly grind your hips and drag your ass against the clothed protrusion. You heard a low, barely audible noise from him, spurring you on as you arched your back slightly and once again pressed your ass into him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing…” he whispered under his breath, not wanting to wake you if this was all just some kind of cruel joke the universe was playing on him. His hand went from holding you across your waist to slowly tracing a line down your side, stopping at your hip and squeezing gently. You hummed again, softly, leaning into his touch.

It burned where his fingertips made contact with your skin, feeling that same electric energy as before, stealing the breath from your lungs. It was now or never, you decided, no going back from here. A calculated risk, but you were always so bad at math. Slowly, you reached back, grabbing hold of his hip and using the new leverage to really grind against him. You heard a low rumbling, like thunder in his chest, fingers digging into your hip.

“Don’t tease me…” another barely audible growl of a whisper. You chuckled softly, putting on an air of confidence in spite of your hammering heart, moving just enough in his hold to turn your head and look innocently at him. God, he loved that look. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking you over with a glint in his eye you’d never seen before, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Who’s teasing?” You offered a smile over your shoulder.

“I mean it…” he brought you closer to him, his lips finding your bare shoulder. He placed a kiss on it, then bit down softly, eliciting the tiniest gasp from you. Another kiss, another bite, another low, sleepy whine from you as your hips begged for more friction. His hand on your hip pulled you back as he rocked slowly into you. God, why did he have to make this so good? It was bad enough that you were past some kind of point of no return, but every press of his hips to your behind only made it worse, forcing tiny moans out of you. Officially helpless to the way your body was reacting to his touch, you didn’t bother resisting it any longer. Your hand on his hip reached between the two of you, teasing along the waistband of his boxers before reaching in. Your hand slid tentatively down his pelvis, running over smooth, hot skin before finally wrapping around what you were looking for.

It was damn near as intimidating as he was. Long and thick and heavy, twitching slightly in your grasp as he grew harder. You couldn’t help but utter a quiet “Fuck”. His chest rumbled as you stroked him a few times, and you couldn’t help but groan with him, the slick heat of your core only growing more overwhelming with each glide of your palm. You felt lips on your neck now, doing the same as before. A kiss, a bite, then another soothing kiss as you mewled at the sensation, your walls clenching around nothing, absolutely begging for him. You’d be lucky if you made it out of this without him marking you, but would that really be lucky? You kept on with soft, slow strokes, breathless as he continued to focus on your neck.

“Are you sure we should do this…” he breathed in your ear, your movements slowing as you processed his question. He was giving you one last out, it seemed. One last opportunity to say “you’re right, let’s stop”, though you both knew you had already gone too far to come back from this. But, with no hesitation, you nodded.

It all happened so fast after that. In half a second you were flat on your back, eyes wide as you tried to choke out something clever or witty to say, completely failing. He wasn’t touching you yet, but nonetheless you were pinned, his massive frame caging yours entirely. Your eyes cut down to discover he’d slid his boxers off, hard cock hanging between his legs. Fuck, it looked even better than it felt. Your gaze wandered back up to his confident smirk. He knew what he was working with, clearly. Smug bastard.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice…” you couldn’t help but laugh, doing everything you could to look normal, ignoring the steady beating in your ears.

“Just couldn’t help but notice you admiring something…” he chuckled, then leaned back down to kiss your neck, and suddenly your mind was mush again except for him.

You were ripped from your thoughts as you found your top being pulled off and your breasts exposed, his mouth immediately attaching to one. He was all teeth and tongue, frantic and desperate, years of tension finally breaking the dam and rushing through his veins. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, writhing and gasping as he played you so expertly, somehow finding every little sensitive spot and knowing exactly how to wring the most pathetic little sounds from your throat. Had your nipples always been this sensitive? You couldn’t remember. In fact, this all felt so new, like it was your first time all over again. His intense focus turned up to you as he switched to your other breast, the eye contact enough to ruin you both. You broke it, certain you would come in an instant if you held his dark eyes any longer.

Damian let go of your nipple with a tug of his teeth, leaning up to finally kiss your lips, both hands holding your face. White heat burst behind your eyes as his tongue immediately assumed dominance over yours. You wrapped your arms around broad shoulders, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as tongues danced and one of his hands moved to firmly hold your jaw. He only broke the kiss to speak, lips just centimeters from yours.

“Pretty little thing… me estás matando…”

Your loss for words left you grinning stupidly in response. You, killing him? While you’ve lost all sense of chill, not even bothering to pretend to be casual about this? He kissed the smile off your face, biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he pulled away, leaving your lips to chase his as you whined with need. It was strange, the fact that you needed him. You’d had plenty of partners, plenty of good sex. Sure, you wanted them, but this felt like you’d surely die if you didn’t feel him inside you soon. Like your body would simply vaporize without his touch. Maybe this was how it was going to be from now on, feeling like something was distinctly missing when he wasn’t touching you.

Your flimsy cotton shorts were the next to go, his lips finding every inch of exposed skin down your abdomen and claiming it as his own. Eager hands glided down his shoulders and back, taking in the way each muscle flexed as he moved along your body.

His energy was impossible to place, manic but calm. He knew exactly what he was doing, but still moved with an urgency as if the two of you would be caught any moment. Which… was partially true. In a moment of clarity, the rest of the crew came to mind and your heart picked up at the realization that they would be back soon, and this would be over. Or worse.. they could find you two, passionately entangled. What would they say? What would HE say? You feared he would deny it, too ashamed to admit he felt anything for you, even just lust.

Your thoughts continued to race, eyes closing as you panicked. You tried to be discreet about it, but if anyone knew your cues, it was Damian. He moved back up to you, a strong yet delicate hand wrapping around your throat as he kissed you. Well, that was one way to knock out the intrusive thoughts.

“Look at me,” he squeezed ever so slightly as your eyes focused, his tone stern yet soft, “whatever you’re thinking about. Doesn’t matter right now. Tell me what does.” Another squeeze.

“You.”

“And what else…”

“… me?”

“Good girl.”

Another kiss, another squeeze, and he was gone. Back to leaving bite marks down your body. He came down to your panties and let out a silent, somewhat shaky breath. Finally. Finally he had you right where he always wanted you. It was almost overwhelming, but he didn’t let onto that. His fingers gently traced over black cotton, finding a damp spot along the seam of your cunt.

“Oh gatita,” he kept focus along that spot, shooting sparks through your entire body with how inexplicably sensitive you were, “is this all for me?”

All you could do was whimper in response, letting your head fall back to the pillow as your hips chased his fingers, begging for more. He granted you that extra friction, mouth falling open as he watched you shamelessly grind against his hand.

And then he pulled away, leaving you whining from the loss. In a blink, your panties were tossed to the floor and finally the two of you could take in the sight of one another. It took all of the self control he had not to split you open on his cock right there, but he resisted, instead kneeling between your open legs.

You looked up at him, breathing out a barely audible “please”. You nearly took him out right there, his composure faltering as he fully looked you over.

“Perfect,” he exhaled, readjusting his position and giving his straining cock a few lazy strokes, making sure you were watching. Oh, you were watching, nearly drooling at the sight.

His hand found your pussy again, gently swirling a thumb around your clit, eyes locked with yours and hand still slowly working his cock. He wanted to see every reaction, every little microexpression, he wanted it all. He had waited this long for you, years of picturing you in this exact moment. He wanted to savor everything.

You moaned through your bitten lip as he teased, not daring to look away from him. He had you captive, it seemed, frozen in place and begging for anything he could give you. Which is why you whined so pathetically when he pulled his hand away, once again.

He sucked your essence from his thumb, savoring your sweetness. You hummed at the sight, closing your eyes, only to feel his grip on your jaw a moment later to tilt your head up toward him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deeper, more serious. You didn’t dare disobey him, looking up like a deer in headlights. Something about that voice… you couldn’t quite place it. He growled lowly, bringing his hand back down to your cunt. He collected some of your juices on his finger, running it up and down your slick folds before slowly, agonizingly sliding it inside.

He still gripped your chin, daring you to look away as you whimpered at the sudden fullness. You had always admired his hands, giant and strong and rough, yet gentle. You’d wondered how they would feel in this exact scenario, often finding your mind wandering as your own smaller hand worked to your release in the late nights. It was beyond what you had imagined, so much more. His finger found a slow, steady pace, filling you perfectly and yet not enough all at once. You moved your hips with his rhythm, mouth slack in euphoria, eyes still trained to his.

“So fucking good for me, look how well you’re taking it,” he praised, letting go of your jaw to let you look down at where his finger was disappearing into your tight hole. Then, as you watched, he added another finger, wrenching a moan straight from your chest as your head fell back once more. Now the pace picked up, the thrusts of his hand stronger, more precise as he curled his fingers to find that sensitive little spot. You gasped and panted pathetically as he played you so expertly, looking back down at his hand only to fall back onto the pillow, overwhelmed by the sight.

It’s unfair, how he seemed to know you without knowing you. Without much effort at all from him, you found yourself closing in on climax, your panting gradually becoming uninhibited moans of “Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what, gatita?” He cooed, slowing the pace ever so slightly as he leaned over you.

“Please. Just. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just don’t stop.”

“Oh, don’t stop?” He slowed just a bit more, grinning down at you. You could only whine in response, hips moving sloppily now, trying to encourage him to fuck you faster. Harder. He obliged… for the moment. Your walls slowly grew tighter, your moans more heady and uncontrolled. You felt the coil tighten. Tighten. Tighten…

And then he slowed again. Painfully. Your orgasm held at bay, he couldn’t have appeared more smug, knowing exactly what he was doing. You looked up at him, flushed and desperate.

“Why’d you do that?” A whine, to which his response was simply to kiss you. Again, he picked up the pace, adding another finger, making sure you felt just how much he stretched you. Oh, you felt it. Your vision went blurry at the sensation, focusing on him and only him.

It didn’t take much to bring you to that edge again, the coil tightening even more, threatening to break with every rough pump of his fingers. He was hovering over you now, leaning down and biting on your shoulder, sucking a mark into it. Apparently, he didn’t think about the consequences of that… or maybe he didn’t care. Nevertheless, he bit again, smirking into your shoulder as you arched your back and rode his fingers, dramatically chasing your high. You were so, so close, every muscle in your body tense, hands scratching down his back.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

It hit like a brick to the face after that, overtaking you in every way as you moaned and gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He nuzzled his face into you, kissing and sucking marks down your chest to your abdomen, every press of his lips electric.

Everything felt blurry and yet razor sharp, every muscle in your body twitching in the aftershocks. You barely registered that he had kissed back up your body, hands on either side of your head as he waited above. His lips locked with yours the moment your eyes focused, your hands immediately twisting in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could.

You felt the weeping head of his cock prod at your folds, one of his hands guiding it to rub against your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. You mewled with anticipation, your hips grinding down against him.

“Patience…” he breathed against your lips, your hips stilling as he slowly slid inside. Just the head. A gasp from both of you. And then another inch. Fuck. And then another. And another. Until you felt all of him and all you could do was pull him in for another consuming kiss. He started with a slow pace, almost sweet, letting you get used to his size. It quickly grew intense, rough and fast, as he let himself fall into the demands of desire. Your hands grabbed at anything on him you could as he overwhelmed you with his force.

It really was unfair, the way he was fucking you. You didn’t stand a chance against him, not finding a single opportunity to gain the upper hand, left only to meet his thrusts with reckless abandon as you moaned with each moment he filled you. You liked it, though, being at his mercy. You trusted him, strangely. You could probably get used to this.

He’s stronger than you thought possible, his grip on your thighs surely bruising you as you writhed and arched your back at a particularly delicious sensation within you. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, completely lost in the rhythm and harshness of the snap of his hips. He bared his teeth as he fucked you harder. Faster. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity. And then his hand was over your mouth, his eyes off you for the first time since this dance began. He was scanning outside the open window, watching a car come down the street, thinking it could be the rest of the group. That didn’t mean he stopped fucking you. In fact, it only got more intense.

“That’s right. Fucking take it.” he was back to looking down at you and your wide eyes, burying himself so deep inside you, you were sure he was ruining you entirely, “that’s it, baby. Tell me how good it feels.” Except he didn’t pull his hand from your mouth, smirking as you attempted to speak anyway, your mind too gone. That is.. until he slid himself fully inside, grinding his hips against yours. You moaned out loud, sure that the neighbors have heard you by now, your walls squeezing around him and feeling the drag as he pulled his cock out entirely.

“On your knees,” a simple order, and yet your brain was static. You blinked up at him before shaking away the fog and turning yourself over, wiggling your ass in his face just a little. His growl shook you, two strong hands grabbing hold of your ass and squeezing.

“Love this ass. Always loved this ass. Estuve soñando al respecto,” he kept squeezing, spreading you and groaning at the sight. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, giving it another shake in his face. Suddenly, you felt teeth on flesh, letting out a yelp that quickly became a satisfied sigh, your head dipping down past your shoulders. Somehow, you didn’t expect his hand to come crashing down on you, the slap against your ass ringing out in the empty house. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, too immersed in the moment to acknowledge anything but the way your back arched and your chest created the most depraved noise you’d ever heard.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Another slap, you gripped at the bedsheets to keep yourself grounded, “you like being treated like a whore?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered involuntarily, nearly slapping your own hand over your mouth at the realization of what you’d said.

“What.. did you just call me?”

“Nothing…”

A ruthless slap, “Tell me.”

You sobbed at the impact, “sir.”

The growl in his chest shook you, and with little warning his cock was pressing to your folds once again, sliding in with ease and setting a brutal pace right off the bat. You dropped to your elbows and arched your back, eyes closing as your head once again dropped. Of course, he took advantage and leaned over you, one hand finding the back of your head and pressing you down into the bed, holding it there. He slapped your ass with the other, laughing when you moaned into the mattress. It left the prettiest pink handprint, he almost wished he could get a picture of it.

You couldn’t believe the way he was fucking you. Like— like a whore, just like he said. You’d think he’d be gentle with you, being your first time together, that he’d want to show you how worthy he was of your pussy. In a way, he was showing you that. He was showing you his worth by fucking you absolutely stupid, and you were loving it. So much that you weren’t far from another climax, feeling your walls tighten around him, dragging such a beautiful sound from him. His hand found your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head off the bed. You cried out, steadying yourself on your hands. It was overwhelming, every sensation he subjected you to, to the point that you felt completely delirious with pleasure, all sense of control lost. You fucked yourself sloppily back on his cock, his fist pulling tighter on your hair. The tears pricked your eyes again, eyes whiting out.

“Ohhh fuck, are you coming? You filthy little—” he didn’t finish, groaning as your cunt rhythmically clenched around him, his own thrusts growing more erratic. You didn’t even hear him praising you with little ‘good girls’ and whispers of how good you feel, your head clouded with the sounds of your own depravity. You rode out your orgasm for what felt like hours, nearly collapsing as your body ceased quaking.

Your brain was working in half time, barely registering that he was still fucking you slowly, trying to bring you back to reality. You tried to speak, but the words were completely incoherent.

“Need a minute,” you finally mumbled, reaching back and grabbing his hand that rested on your hip. He obliged, pulling out and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Your breath caught gradually, your mental faculties growing stronger by the second despite your throbbing cunt. You sighed contentedly, leaning up and kissing him for just a moment. You had your own ideas, now, and one in particular overtook your thoughts.

You kissed him again, grabbing hold of his cock, still slick with you. Your hand stroked him softly as you shifted down the bed, timidly tapping his leg as to ask him to open them. He did so, and you climbed between them, licking your lips as his cock bobbed in anticipation. You took him hungrily into your mouth, not bothering to tease, too eager to feel him.

Now it was your turn to show how unfair you could be, expertly taking him deep into your throat, holding there until you choked. Immediately, he was gone, head falling back on the pillow until he realized he would rather watch you. Your hand assisted your bobbing head, using your tongue to lap at every vein and ridge of his perfect dick. His groans and words of encouragement and yes gatitas only fueled you, giving everything you had to taking him. You almost wanted him to cum right there, to lose all composure and fill your mouth. He had other plans, however, pulling you by the hair off his cock and admiring the fucked out look on your face.

“So fucking pretty,” he mused, pulling you up to him and kissing you. It was all a ploy, of course, and you let him guide you to straddle him, your hips hovering just above his waiting cock. He ordered you to look at him, your brain already to fuck drunk disobey, eyes fixed on him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Go ahead, take it all,” he couldn’t help but grin, brow furrowing in pleasure as you did just that, your own face mirroring his. It was almost too much, almost. Getting your balance, you slowly began to bounce on his lap, leaning on his shoulders for leverage. From there it was an endurance test, the pleasure of riding him only tainted by the strain it put on your knees. Still, you continued, his hands finding your hips to help bounce you on his lap, mewling when his hand crashed down on your ass.

You loved having the power. Loved watching his face twist in pleasure as you grinded your hips down onto his. … and you loved that it took little effort for him to suddenly flip you onto your back once more, placing your legs up around his shoulders as he sunk back into you. Every thrust was slow now. Powerful. So much so that each one knocked you back into the wall. It didn’t matter, you were too delirious by the way he was abusing that little spot inside you, seeing stars as you looked up at his concentrated face.

It was close, again, a climax brewing in your core that nearly overtook you the moment you felt it. Your sighs and moans became whines, hands gripped the sheets below you as he just continued with each knock of his hips to yours, folding you up as he leaned forward and somehow sunk impossibly deeper inside you. You pleaded to him, begged him, did everything you could to encourage him to keep going, please. Just another minute. ‘I’m so close’. But he didn’t even have time to stop, the wave crashing over you as the last ‘please’ left your lips and all you could hear was ringing in your ears and the sound of him grunting through each perfect squeeze of your walls around him.

And suddenly you heard something new. A breathy sort of noise intermixed with ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ as his thrusts grew less calculated. Almost sloppy. His hips jerking with every thrust until he couldn’t stall any longer.

“Come on, Papí. Come for me…” you breathed, certain you were tearing the sheets at this point while your cunt pulsed around him, still coming yourself.

Papí. That was all it took for him to fill you, painting your walls as his fingernails dug crescents into your thighs. You laid there, chest heaving as the two of you shared a blissful moment, eyes locked in the realization of what had just happened. And then, as if to dispel the little voice of worry in the back of your mind, he let your legs down gently and climbed up beside you, taking your face into his hands and kissing you. It wasn’t a particularly passionate kiss, but it was perfect for that moment. Perfect enough to ease that budding anxiety.

“We should do that again…” he whispered into your ear, breaking the tension in the air as you burst into a laugh.

“I was thinking the very same thing.”

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moonbiscuitsims · 4 months

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My Stardew Valley project: Lots Layout plan in TS4

(This is not/will not be a save or a download as I use way too much CC for that, just a personal project and plan of lots I found suitable; I don't know how long this will take me or if I'll ever complete it but having a plan helps me so much to not get stuck later)

I'm sharing this in case it is handy to anyone wanting to do a Stardew Valley save in The sims 4 from scratch (lots off gallery are limiting with their sizes and needing specific lots, so I'm starting from zero unless a lot fits) without ugly set dressings or stupid backgrounds that don't make sense, and trying to group together the lots properly like they are laid out in the game so you can see them in the distance, or at least put them on an isolated lot with a clear surroundings if they have to be separated. It isn't perfect and is subjective and pack dependant but I spent a while today just laying out in my blank save (I use the srslysims blank save for this) where I wanna build what and who lives in each lot, so I'm sharing it in case it saves someone time or is useful Some lots are for a few sims living together to do two or more builds on one lot. This could possibly work with For Rent, but I don't dare try it lol. Others are just living alone. Others are just community. The main worlds I'm using are:

- Henford on Bagley:

The finwich area for the main Pelican town area ➡ 1= 1 Willow Lane (Sam Vincent Kent Jodi) + 2 Willow Lane (Hayley and Emily) these are here because of the river and the bridge leading "down to the beach" just everything is perfect for me. 2= Mayor's Manor, 1 River Road (Alex, George, Evelyn), 2 River Road (Pam and Penny trailer) this one is a little cramped and will have to be one next to the other but it can work. That way all these people live in the village centre. 3= Stardrop Saloon, maybe a little square if it fits, but probably not. 4= Harvey's clinic, Pierre's store. 5= Blacksmith and Library (+the little ice cream stand or market stall) 6= Joja Mart and/or Cinema (I'm doing both) 7= Bookseller with cute hot air balloon (this is random I wanted to do it, but it is usually just an empty area) 8= The farm 9= 24 Mountain road (Maru Seb Robin and Demetrius) 10= Quarry (set as generic) 11= Linus's tent 12= Adventurer's Guild and Mines (marlon gil and dwarf)

Willow Creek (Community Center)

It is on the big lot in willow creek, no surroundings or buildings, so It was perfect, and gives enough space to build the community center plus the childrens park and the natural area around it and it's by a river.

- Moonwood Mill as Cindersap Forest

I know it's a bit grungy and has industrial deco but I don't mind these buildings as they fit with the nature imo. It had the perfect amount of lots for what I needed, plus a river. 1= Wizards Tower 2= Travelling Merchant 3= Marnie's Ranch + Leah's Cottage 4= Krobus/Sewer (this is the main reason I chose this world and I know there isn't a beach but the sewer pipe with trash aesthetic and the large lot in the forest was enough for me) 5= Mouse Hat shop /Abandoned house

Granite Falls for Secret Forest:

I'm doing this one (using Zerbu's all worlds are residential) in Granite Falls in the National Park lot, I just liked how big it is, how tall the surrounding trees are, and that it has a little waterfall area.

Glimmerbrook as the rest of "Mountains" area (Railroad and Spa). I choose that lot of the railroad cause i can add a tunnel for the train with tool and it looks like its coming out the cliff

Sulani

Sulani as the Docks (with Elliots shack and Willy's shop) the build i've placed is from the gallery and is a water lot with the Night market (I really liked this and didn't want it separately) so I had to place it here. I do not actually like Sulani for this though, it is far too tropical and its on an island but I am forgiving it for the sake of having the beach lot. I wish Brindleton Bay had a beach lot near the docks would have been much better. You could change this and put it anywhere if you build your own beach as a pool but I hate doing that... In Sulani I'll also build all the Ginger Island stuff, but I still haven't played through that properly so I can't say what is going where yet.

Forgotten Hollow (witch's swamp/hut)

Forgotten Hollow as the witch's swamp /witch's hut area (again this is random but I wanna include it and make the witch for fun)

Oasis Springs as The Calico Desert

This large lot is perfect. It has a road, not too much going on around it except rocks and desert, and I'm gonna put everything here (Sandy's shop, Mr Qi's casino, and the desert trader outside). I will not be building the bus stop anywhere cause it is unnecessary. I forgot to mention but also the skull cavern might fit here or I'll do it on some other lot maybe OTHER INFO

Mods I'm gonna use to help the lots work as intended: I'm gonna play with littlemssams live in business mod to achieve the character being able to live on what should be a community lot and for it to still be functional, as well as chingyu's welcoming lot trait to avoid sims not being able to do what they want on these lots without being "innappropriate". For each of the lots and worlds I selected I spent time entering each and deciding which areas most closely resembled the areas from the game. For example if it had a lake or river nearby, or if the lot was big enough to build each thing. This could change but I think I'm happy with it. I might have to change some of this or make tiny builds to fit the multi build lots. Every single thing is super unfinished and empty, this is just my layout plan.

Conclusion: I hope this helps someone or if not and you even read this far that you like my idea :) If I forgot something or someone or said a name wrong, sorry, though I haven't fully finished the game yet. Basically I tend to get super overwhelmed and annoyed if there are stupid buildings or things that don't match, and am unable to just randomly plop any build anywhere like many players do due to obsessing over it not looking right around the build...maybe I'm a perfectionist or wish it was a blank world, but this is my next best thing. At least this was easier than my Cyberpunk save with way more foresty/countrysidish options 😅

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allmoshnobrain · 1 year

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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I let myself get lost in the warmth of his embrace and his touch, forgetting about the nagging thought that he would soon be leaving. I couldn't help but recall earlier, when I was told I "loved too much." Maybe there was some truth to it because right then, I loved him so much that I'd do anything he asked - even ditch my plans of not going with him to New York.

✦ summary: Dave and Nore cherish their last day together before the band’s departure to New Jersey.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc,oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst (mild), fluff, mxf sex (explicit), recreational drug use

✦ a/n: this is my attempt at writing a cute/romantic chapter for dave and nore before things start changing and chaos comes. hope you like it, feedback is welcome!

✧ kiss me hard before you go ✧

The afternoon of my date with Dave started off cool, with a nice breeze that wasn't enough to make us feel cold. We took the opportunity to have lunch together and then catch a movie. Despite everything, I felt happy. I tried not to dwell on the fact that it would be our last day together for a while, as Dave and the guys were leaving the next day. But even with that in mind, it was nice to have some alone time with him. It was a new thing for me since we usually had fun with our friends, whether we were hitting up the bar or partying after their shows.

"So, what's the plan now?" I asked as we left the cinema.

It was still early, with the sun slowly setting in the sky. I knew we were heading to the beach cottage Dave had rented later in the evening, but for now, I let him take the lead on what we should do. He pulled out a joint, taking leisurely puffs before passing it to me.

"I've got a cool idea. Come with me," he said, flashing a warm smile as he held my hand.

I couldn't help but smile as our fingers intertwined. After almost two months of being together, these little affectionate moments had become part of our routine. Maybe part of why their upcoming absence, even if just for a while, bothered me so much was because I couldn't imagine life without Dave by my side. Being without him was something I didn't even want to think about anymore.

We strolled through the city, chatting and laughing while passing the joint that Dave had brought along. As the sun started to set, we ended up at a small amusement park near the beach, with the rides lit up and twinkling in the twilight. Families and groups of teenagers were having fun, enjoying the late afternoon.

"An amusement park?" I grinned at him. He returned the smile, clearly seeing the excitement in my eyes. "It's been forever since I've hit up a place like this!"

"I figured it'd be a cool place to hang out with you," he said. "Hey, wanna jump on that Ferris wheel?"

"Sure thing." I flashed a grin.

He took my hand and led me to the line, which luckily wasn't too long. After a few minutes, we hopped into one of the cabins and settled in next to each other. I burst out laughing as we started going up, and he sparked up another joint.

"Dave! I don't think we can smoke up here."

"Who cares?" he smirked, making my heart skip a beat. I playfully rolled my eyes, grinning back at him. He brought the joint closer to my lips, and I took a drag. His thumb traced the outline of my lip. "You know, it's not too late to change your mind, right?"

"About what?" I asked, curiosity taking over as I glanced away from the view, which was getting higher and higher.

"About coming with us tomorrow."

I chuckled softly.

"Dave, I already told Lea I'm crashing at her place for a while. It's all good." I held his hand, gently stroking it. "But you know I'll be right here when you get back, right?"

He smiled, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but then kissed my forehead tenderly.

"You're trouble, you know that?" he whispered, and I laughed.

"What are you on about now?"

"That I can't stay away from you," he said, his lips meeting mine in a kiss. He pulled back, a mischievous grin on his face. "I think I'm addicted. And that's a dangerous thing."

"Well, what if I told you I feel the same way?" I whispered, gazing into his eyes.

"Then I'd say I'm damn lucky," he replied with a smile, before leaning in to kiss me again.

We made the most of the late afternoon, jumping on all the awesome park rides. From the goofiest carousel to the craziest roller coaster, everything was way more fun when we were together. Even though we'd been dating for a while, I still couldn't believe how much I was head over heels for Dave, how effortlessly he brought me joy, and how damn lucky I was that he felt the same way about me.

By the time we left the park, it was dark outside. The electric lights of the rides lazily blinked in green, yellow, red, and blue. I gotta admit, things seemed way more intriguing to watch after an afternoon of smoking — everything took on new shapes, colors popping in a whole different way. I casually glanced at a group of teens cracking up and chatting as they strolled out of a tent covered in blue and white stars.

"Predict your future with Madame Vasilova," Dave read the sign next to the tent entrance, a smirk on his face. "Wanna give it a shot?"

"No way," I replied, grinning back at him and raising an eyebrow. "You're not gonna ask her some cheesy question like if we'll be together forever, right?"

He burst out laughing.

"Nah, are you? C'mon, I know that cute look on your face when you're curious."

I chuckled as he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the tent. I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the dim lighting and taking in the smell of incense. Madame Vasilova sat at the table, an old lady with a serious expression. She looked up as she shuffled her cards.

"First time?" she asked, a smile on her face. She had a heavy accent that matched her name. "Have a seat."

I sat down on the chair in front of her while Dave stood next to me, clearly intrigued by the whole scene.

"Hmm... I don't know what to ask," I admitted. The lady grinned.

"Don't need to ask anything. Just pick three cards," she said, spreading out the deck face down. I glanced at the cards, curious, and randomly grabbed three. She gathered the rest of the deck and laid out the chosen cards: The Lovers. The Hanged Man. The Wheel of Fortune. She pursed her lips, slowly running her fingers over the cards before starting to talk. "You've got a big heart, my dear. Someone who loves too much. But that can also bring pain to the soul. Important choices are coming your way... They'll shape your life. Choose wisely."

"Thanks," I mumbled, unsure how to react to that information.

She simply smiled at me. I pulled out a few bucks from my purse and paid her, and then Dave and I stepped out of the tent.

"Well, that was... different," I remarked, and Dave chuckled softly.

"Yeah, I guess it's normal. Those people always say these confusing things."

"And you didn't even want to ask anything!" I pointed out, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I figured I didn't want to ask if we'd be together forever or not. What if she said you were gonna dump me?"

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"I'd make her swallow that whole deck of cards," I grumbled, and Dave burst into laughter.

"That's my girl," he playfully said, planting a kiss on my forehead. "You hungry? Let's grab some dinner, and then we can head to the cottage later."

"Sounds good. I'm starving anyway," I grinned, holding his hand tightly.

The beachfront restaurants were pleasant and beautiful. We picked one that didn't seem too expensive and snagged an outdoor table. The night was getting cooler; even though it was spring, now that the sun was gone, the late afternoon breeze made me shiver a bit from the cold.

Once we finished eating, we strolled along the beach promenade, hand in hand, enjoying the cool night breeze and chatting softly. It didn't take us long to reach the cottage, a cozy little house tucked near the beach. I had no clue how Dave managed to afford the place; all I knew was that he adamantly refused when I offered to chip in.

He unlocked the door, and I walked in, flipping on the lights. The cottage had a cozy living room with a couch and a doorway leading to a tiny kitchen. The bedroom was roomy, with a dark wooden bed and light blue sheets that matched the wall. There was a backpack sitting on the bed, which I knew Dave had brought earlier in the day, packed with towels and a change of clothes for both of us. In the back of the room, there was a glass door that opened to a small balcony, giving us a view of the moonlit sea. I tossed my purse on the bed and opened the door, totally enchanted by the breathtaking view. The moon was casting a peaceful glow on the calm sea; I could see some boats parked far away. I looked up at the sky, filled with a bunch of stars I'd never seen before, and let myself get lost in the sight.

My heart raced when I felt two strong hands sliding around my waist, his arms wrapping around me from behind and pulling me against his body as I felt his warm breath against my skin. My own breath faltered as his lips touched my neck, kissing and exploring it slowly. I sighed as one of his hands left my waist, moving to my back and unzipping my dress.

“I don’t think you’re gonna need this anymore.” he whispered against my skin as he lowered one of my dress’ straps. I chuckled softly, turning to face him. He smiled. “Wanna come inside?”

“Yeah.” I whispered, allowing him to take me back inside the room.

He sat leaning against the bed’s headboard, pulling me onto his lap. I sat on his legs, straddling him, and chuckled softly, feeling my face grow warm, when he put his hand under my dress’ skirt, squeezing my ass firmly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him pull me closer, meeting my lips with his in a slow kiss, and whined softly when he squeezed my thigh, his rough hand against my skin.

I pulled away from his kiss, blushing, as his hand went to my face, gently caressing my cheek and tracing the outline of my lower lip with the tip of his thumb. Dave looked at me, his brown eyes deep with lust, his hand pulling down my dress and revealing my breasts. I shivered, feeling the night’s cold air against my skin. He took my dress off, leaving me in only my underwear on his lap, and kissed me again slowly, his tongue moving against mine while his hand explored my body. He let out a low grunt when I moved my lips to his neck, leaving small kisses on his skin as I settled in his lap.

“So you’re getting braver now?” he asked in a husky tone, and I pulled back, feeling my face grow warm. After two months together, we had already fucked several times, but I still felt a little shy when it happened. He laughed softly. “I’m just kidding, babe. Come here.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his pants.

I blushed when I felt his erection against the palm of my hand; I moved my hand slowly against his jeans, my fingers searching for his pants’ button. He moaned softly, pulling me closer as I unzipped his jeans. His lips crashed into mine again, his kiss was now intense, hungry. He pulled back and took his clothes off quickly.

“Ah!” I exclaimed, surprised, when he pulled me back close, almost aggressively. He moved my panties aside quickly before penetrating me forcefully, one of his hands holding my ass firmly while the other gripped my waist. “D-Dave!”

“Sorry.” he whispered in a husky tone. He moaned, tilting his head back as he helped me move up and down on his cock. I held onto his shoulders, burying my face in his neck, feeling my whole body warm up and letting small moans escape while I felt him move inside me. “Am I… Hurting you? Are you ok?”

“I was just… Oh, my God. ” I moaned, and he chuckled breathlessly. “I was just surprised. It was… Hmmm… It was so sudden.” He held me tighter, pushing his hips forward as I rode him slowly. I moaned, surprised by how good I was feeling. “Dave, I… Oh… ”

“You like it?” he asked, his breath quickening as he tugged my hair lightly, pulling my face away from his body so I could face him. I moaned as he held my waist with his other hand, helping me ride him, up and down, slowly, the sound of my skin slapping lightly against his filling the room. "Feels good, right?" I nodded, my face heating up, and I let out a moan as he brought his hand to my clit, massaging it softly. I picked up speed, my fingers tangling in his hair, moaning low as I moved in his lap. He growled. “You're so good at this. You're gonna make me.. Oh, gonna make me cum. Fuck, Nore… Wait a sec.”

I got off his lap and sat on the edge of the bed, both of us flushed and breathless; I watched him as he got to his feet, opening the bag and looking for something. He took a condom out of the bag, opening it and putting it on quickly before walking back to me. He leaned over, still standing, and grabbed my waist, laying me face down on the bed and pulling me close to him by the hips, resting his body weight on his other hand as he held me by my waist. He climbed onto the bed, his knees wrapped around my legs, and leaned over me, biting the side of my neck and then my ear as he pulled my panties off. I let out a low moan as he penetrated me again, gripping my hair tightly in one hand as he moved forcefully inside me.

“Feels so good inside you.” he panted, and I moaned softly in response. “So tight, oh, fuck…” he increased the pace of his movements, resting his head on my shoulder as he moved on top of me.

I knew he was getting close to coming just by the way his movements grew more intense, desperate for more contact, moaning escaping between his clenched teeth as he held my body tightly. He kissed my neck, moving faster and faster until he shuddered, letting out a deep groan when he finished. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, and I giggled at the sight of him, face flushed and eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

"I waited all day for this, you know?" he said, his voice husky. I settled on the bed, moving closer to him, and smiled when he hugged me.

"So, you just took me on a date to fuck me afterwards?" I asked, teasingly, and he scoffed.

"Don't even think about it," he grumbled, opening his eyes with a furrowed brow, and then chuckled softly. "But I can't deny it was one of the best parts of today."

I laughed softly, burying my face in his neck. He took off the condom, and tossed it in the bin at the foot of the bed before kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Don't even think I'm done. I'm not leaving here until you come too.” He whispered in my ear, and I felt my face heat up. I pulled away, giving him a look with raised eyebrows, realizing that my face was totally red. "What's up? I told you I wouldn't let you sleep tonight," he chuckled at my reaction before planting another kiss on my lips.

The night flew by as I let myself get lost in the warmth of his embrace and his touch, forgetting about the nagging thought that he would soon be leaving. I couldn't help but recall the tarot reading earlier, when I was told I "loved too much." Maybe there was some truth to it because right then, I loved him so much that I'd do anything he asked - even ditch my plans of not going with him to New York.

But he didn't ask for anything. He just held me tight in his arms and loved me in a million different ways, between sighs, moans, and eager kisses that left us both worn out and wrapped around each other. I dozed off with his arms still wrapped around me, his soft snores against my neck, full of all the love bites he had left on my skin.

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ofenvs3000semester · 7 days

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I’ve had a close relationship with nature since I was very little. My mother always took us for walks and hikes, such as to the “Rattlesnake Point” conservation area in Milton, Ontario (where I have yet to actually see a rattlesnake). Since then I’ve been all across Ontario and beyond. I in particular have many positive memories of my summers at our rented cottage in Wasaga Beach, where I’d spend hours swimming over the rocky lakebottom hoping to find a cool rock or fish. I also spent a lot of time in a creek near the town of Lowville, fishing for crayfish with my siblings.

Growing up, experiencing what nature has to offer continued to excite me. I always took great joy from things as simple as seeing a cool new bug, to visiting a new country on vacation to see what creatures and sights I’d find there. I in particular fondly remember visiting Mexico and seeing all the cool lizards, and Cuba and seeing the beautiful ocean. I had a lot of happy memories of “experiencing” nature, and I took that as a sign to pursue a career in working in the environment. And here I am!

When I was younger, I never really needed an excuse to go outside and poke cool animals, or see a beautiful sight- and as such I didn’t usually need an interpreter (although you could argue my mother was the one who introduced me to nature, taking me to all those wonderful locations). As I got older and became busier with additional responsibilities (such as my job, and post-secondary), I didn’t get an excuse to go outside as often. This really became apparent to me when I went to my co-op in Bamfield, British Columbia, where despite being surrounded by amazing nature (the mountains took my breath away!), I spent a lot of time working on my computer inside. However, I made a friend in BC named Hannah, who I could consider my interpreter. Not only was she more familiar with the outdoors than I, but she helped me make that first step to getting outside. Attached to this post is a photo I took on the west coast trail, a sight I never would have gotten to see had I not been encouraged to come outside by Hannah. Thanks to her encouragement, and with the help of her environmental knowledge, I was able to invest myself in this wonderful natural area and get a “sense of place” walking along the trail.

As I mentioned, I never had a hard time finding cool animals or admiring the scenery, but that initial first step of going outside on my own was what I had the most difficulty with. One of the reasons I took this course was to maybe, one day, break others out of that same rut too, and help some otherwise enthusiastic naturalists find their home outdoors once again. There’s so much to explore, and I don’t want to miss it!

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startouched--blog · 11 months

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OKAY if this is too much context for a request, I completely understand!! Girlie's got to try through ✨️✨️

So this is probably very out of character??? I am a hopeless Jakurai yumejo and at some point the line between headcanons and canon blurred you know?

Jakurai's kink is having sex in various places and knowing only the two of you will ever know about it. I.e. camping, discreet area near the lake on a fishing trip etc...

The request is Matenrou & Jakurai's fem!s/o rent out a cottage at the beach for a day, and at the end of the day once hifudo went back, Hakurai lead her to a little secluded area on this opd withered wooden landing that was seperated from the boardwalk in a storm or something years ago idk

There's trees hiding it now but it's still close to everything, he laid out blankets and towels earlier that day and there's lit candles, a view of the sunset, and Jakurai sheepishly trying to explain what he's doing here to s/o's surprise but interest

and then you know they donk the bonk. ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

IF THIS IS WEIRD OR TOO MUCH I SO GET IT. I DONT KNOW WHY MY BRAIN RANDOMLY ONE DAY DECIDED THIS ABOUT HIM IT IS COMPLETELY BASELESS. OOPS ALL HEADCANONS love your writing hope you have a good day!! ✨️✨️

THE WAY YOU PHRASED THIS WAS SO SILLY TO ME I LOVED IT/POS. LIKE, DONK THE BONK,, I'm rlly glad you like my writing and decided to ask for something,, I also wanna sadly say that I can see Jakurai being into something like this. . .

SCENARIO - You and Matenro decide to book out a beach cottage, but Jakurai has a rather odd request for you, but who are you to not except a request from your lover

PAIRINGS - Jakurai x Fem!reader

GENRE - oneshot, NSFW at the ending portion

The two of you, Jakurai and yourself of course, have been together for a long while now, and even now it's hard to find time together with the overlapping schedules and work hours. Though, this week was one of those times where you were both able to request work off and just spend a relaxing time together, able to just take work off and see each other's faces during a time that wasn't midnight when you both prepared for bed.

What a lucky coincidence that Doppo and Hifumi had their times off around this week as well, odd but it was quite a relief for the 4 of you.

In a somewhat celebratory manner that you all had some sort of break to be had, Jakurai decided to treat you 3 and himself to a small vacation near the beach, in a cute little cottage locationed near the said beach side.

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"aaaaah the weather is so good out here today right Doppomin?" The happy bundle of joy called Hifumi bounced and wrapped his arm around Doppo's shoulder, gaining a weary and tired look from him, but he wasn't all the way annoyed, he was enjoying it as much as everyone else was.

Jakurai quietly chuckled to the two in front of you, poking at each other as they playfully bickered. You were just calming standing beside your lover, gently holding onto his hand with your left, and right holding tight to a small cooler that held snacks and drinks.

You were so caught up in watching the other two that you didn't realize the gentle tug on your hand, Jakurai offering a gentle smile to you as he took you down to the beach, lined with people relaxing or splashing in the vast ocean, although he took the 3 of you to a more relaxed and quieter place to set down a towel and peacefully enjoy your time on.

That afternoon was a peaceful one for the most part, besides the part where Hifumi wanted to drag everyone into the water, ending in Doppo getting completely soaked from the splashes that were targeted at him. You had only gently splashed him, but even then I don't think it was appreciated no matter how much you did it.

"Doppomine~! jeez you got so wet! how did you even manage??" "I didn't."

The time spent by the seaside was short spent as the sun was slowly setting and letting the pinkish red sky fade off into the blues. Doppo and Hifumi wanted to head inside since they both of them were soaked and needed a change of clothes, but Jakurai had a rather different plan set in place for the both of you.

"s/o, after we get changed, would you mind following me?" Jakurai's voice was soft, not that it ever wasn't, but it was a soothing feeling. You simply nodded and got changed into dryer clothes, pulling your long hair up to let it dry out.

After you were both done getting changed, your lover took your hand gently in his and took you out behind the cottage, blocking out the bright sun rays that were casting down from the lovely looking sunset. He lead you off to a small blanketed area, little lights were set up for when it became too dark to see your surroundings.

"Do you like it? I set this up earlier while you were getting dressed this afternoon" he gently smiled to you, gaining a soft smile back in approval "I love it! I dunno how you found time for this, but it's impressive!"

He lead you off into the already dark area, sitting down before pulling you gently and placing you directly into his lap, his legs crossed with yours overlapping, the skirt you had changed into draping down over your thighs. He rested his chin onto your shoulder, mouth gently grazing over your neck, hands wandering lightly as he tried to sit as still as you could for him.

"something wrong, my dear? you seem to be quite. .quiet~"

You whined under his touch, his hands continuing to wander and touch every part of you, one resting onto your shivering thigh.

"Are you cold? it can get rather cold out here at night,, how about I help you warm up, my dear?"

You didn't know how to respond to his requests, so all you did was nod sheepishly up at him. He softly smiled and slowly moved your legs so they were separated against his body, his knee's holding one up higher than the other one "just relax,, I will make sure you warm up nicely"

He moved his fingers past your body, hands trailing to your lower abdomen, moving aside any undergarments' you were wearing to move his fingers closer and closer.

You whined out as his fingers slowly entered you and moved your insides aside for him to work his heat into you, the cold and frail body you had only shivering from his warm hands covering your cold existence. He worked himself deeper into you, gaining piles of reactions from you, legs wobbling and shaking.

"is this warming you up dear? I wouldn't believe you if you said it wasn't"

It was minutes before he actually stopped, finally releasing his imprisoned fingers, holding you up and removing parts and pieces of his own clothing choices. He softly spoke unspoken words into your ears as he entered you, spending no time at all to be your personal heater, making sure to touch every part of your insides and speak his warmth with you.

I hope you enjoyed! sorry if I cut it a little short.

#hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic #hypmic #oneshot #jakurai jinguji #hypmic jakurai #hypnosis mic jakurai #Jakurai/reader #jakurai jinguji/reader

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Thoughts on Vacation Ted? Either with just him and a partner or family vacay with Henry?

First of all, Ted Lasso is in desperate need of a vacation. Someone give this man a holiday.

I feel like Ted is much more about experiences versus destinations. Holidays for him aren't strictly reserved for sandy beaches and resorts.

Potential Ted Lasso Vacations may include but are not limited to:

UK holidays and weekends away:

For example, A weekend in Bath, England. Ted loves learning stuff, there's lots to see, lots to do, and lots of history to absorb. It's very walkable and I can see him wandering around enjoying the quieter environment and just clearing his head for a little bit. Only con is there are a lot of tea rooms, and Ted and tea are still on a life long hiatus.

I can see him taking Henry out of London for a couple of days when he comes to visit. A great opportunity to spend some quality father-son time and getting to see the country beyond tourist traps, and London's busy streets. Potential destinations include Liverpool, maybe not the most obvious, but Henry definitely got to see Abby Road on his first trip to London and both father and son love the Beatles so a visit to the Beatles museum would be a blast. Train trips up to Scotland could be fun! Glasgow has a plethora of art galleries, gardens, museums, and art and history to see! (Also, I feel like Ted would a be a huge fan of the Scottish accent).

Back in the US:

I feel like Ted would enjoy a good road trip. That man is 110% in favour of taking the scenic route every time. Snacks galore, I-spy games, it doesn't matter where he's headed, part of a great vacation is the adventure of getting there. I can see him taking Henry skiing, though I feel like Henry might be more interested in trying out snowboarding. Hot chocolate and comfort food by and cozy little fireplace? Yes please. (Also I just feel like Ted deserves to be cozy and ski lodges would be a wonderful place for him to buddle up in all his favourite sweaters and fun socks). I want to say I can imagine Ted camping...and as fit and capable as he is, Ted does not strike me as an outdoorsman. If given the choice though I think he'd like glamping. Renting a little cabin or cottage near a lake, barbecuing, making s'mores, pointing out different constellations in the night sky, swimming and canoeing. Someone would have to make sure he was putting sunscreen on though because I just know that man forgets to do his shoulders every time and he would be a bit of a baby when he wakes up burnt in the morning.

Destinations:

I think regardless of where he ends up Ted wants to experience the place he's in. Going to a resort somewhere he'd be signing up for boat tours, and excursions, wine tastings etc. if he was somewhere with Henry this man is 100% signing them up to swim with dolphins. If given the chance he's trying local foods, and doing as much sightseeing as he can.

On holiday with a partner Ted still wants to adventure, but he's a sap and he would go out of his way to get reservations at nice restaurants, and rooms with stunning views. Ted cares so much about the people around him and I think that a lot of his peace of mind and happiness on vacations would be getting to see the people he's with enjoying themselves. His partner getting to relax would calm him, and getting to see the wonder and excitement in Henry's eyes as he learns new things and sees the world would make him happier than anything else in the world

Apparently I had a lot of thoughts about Ted on holiday!

#ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #responds #blurbs

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danielleverboskirealtor · 10 months

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Danielle Verboski Realtor

There is now real estate for sale in Old Lyme, Connecticut, in the best spot. Old Lyme is in the county of New London. Most likely, there is an Old Lyme in each of the 50 states. The lake is only a short walk away from here. This is the time of year when a lot of people choose to stay in one of the many cabins that are close to the beach. During the summer, cottages can be rented by the week or by the month. Give them what they want if they ask for it realtors in old lyme ct Because Lyme Street is the main business street in the hamlet, the area around it was chosen to be part of the town's historic district. A lot of people are retired ship captains whose ships used to explore the water near them. These brand-new homes are different from all the others in the area. The city was chosen to host the event in large part because it has a lively arts scene and a well-known museum. The name probably comes from Lyme Regis, a famous English beach resort. The town is in England, in Lyme Regis.

The Lyme Art Association and the company offices of Callaway Cars are both in Old Lyme, Connecticut. The Florence Griswold Museum is also there. One of the many businesses and groups that call Old Lyme, Connecticut home is the Florence Griswold Museum. Another is the Lyme Art Association. The house that Florence Griswold used to live in in Old Lyme, Connecticut is now owned by several different companies. They could live in the same town. Old Lyme is where Sennheiser's US headquarters are based right now. Lyme, Connecticut, also known as "Old Lyme," is where the first cases of Lyme disease were found. People who lived in Old Lyme were the first to notice how quickly the sickness spread.

In Old Lyme, there are both business and residential areas. Places and areas like South Lyme, Laysville, Black Hall, and Soundview are among those that are included. You could take one of these day trips from the area. You have a lot of good options. In 2010, there were 7,603 people living in the town as a whole. In 2010, quantitative counts were done.

In the Connecticut town of Old Lyme, there are a number of new homes for sale.

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Could you tell me what's wrong with my home state of Connecticut, which is known as the "Constitution State"? If you need help, please tell Daniel what's going on. You need to talk to him right away. Please call or email us as soon as possible if you want to buy or sell a house that we have listed. People have strong opinions about how much homes are worth right now.

Find a group of top-notch Old Lyme, CT real estate agents.

Do you need a real estate person in or near Old Lyme, Connecticut, that you can trust? If this sounds like you, it might help to find people who feel the same way. Danielle Verboski is the person to talk to about everything you need to know about the Connecticut home market. A Connecticut real estate agent named Danielle Verboski knows a lot about the market and is dedicated to teaching her clients about it and the home-buying process. It doesn't matter what the housing market is like; Danielle is determined to find her clients the right homes. It's impressive that outsiders have confirmed what she has done. There are a lot of great things about Old Lyme, Connecticut, that real estate agent Danielle Verboski knows a lot about. The best person to talk to about making the most of the tools is Danielle. She knows a lot about the field because she has worked in it for a long time and in many different jobs. In addition, she knows all of the services in the area very well. Should you decide to buy or sell a home, you need someone like Danielle on your side. This is a good sign because she seems reliable and aware about her job. She has these qualities that make her someone who could be a good friend soon. This knowledge can help you whether you're buying a home for the first time or planning to sell the one you already own. You should keep going even if you feel like there's no way out.

Old Lyme only has one real estate agent, and her name is Danielle Verboski. Quite simply, this is because Old Lyme is made up of several smaller towns. Her clients can now be sure that she will give them the best service possible during the whole process of buying or selling a house. Since then, she has become well-known in the business as an expert who can help both buyers and owners of homes. She can help her clients because she knows what's new in the field. No matter what kind of home features you want, Danielle will try her best to find you the right one. She might be a good tour guide because of her background. You can ask her for anything. Danielle will handle the specifics, so you don't need to. To help you make a smart choice, she will look into the selling price and the property's suitability for your needs. She will also make sure you have everything you need to keep the house clean.

If you need a real estate agent in Old Lyme, Connecticut, Danielle Verboski is the only name you need to know. There are many things that Danielle Verboski brings to her job. Danielle always does her best on a project. She will do everything she can to help you as a committed real estate agent. Don't buy or sell a house right away; give this some thought first. Danielle Verboski can help you with any real estate questions you have in the Old Lyme, Connecticut area.

#realtors in old lyme ct

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chyndales-everyday-diaries · 1 year

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"Our Unwind Adventure" to worst ended highlight

Last Sunday, April 2, 2003, my close org mate - Liza & Ver decided to have fun. We have a "kind of" road trip at the same exercise by riding bicycle. There were from Iponan and while me started at Molugan. I don't have bicycle so I rented one kay Sir Cumba. We have a lot of fun and of course chika. Our first stop was the batchoyan in Alubijid 8am exact, it was worth 40 pesos enough for our breakfast. Then we did some little grocery for our food and snacks to eat opkors. We are now headed to Tubajon, Laguindingan, it was a rough journey since its too hot and steep to bike, it was like near sa Laguindingan airport . But Actually we made, after looking for free beaches we found one near a parking lot. We continued our chika there and got some relaxing sight looking at the sea and mangroves. The sand were white, too many sewage floating, and the beache in the middle in muddy tapos nag stroll-stroll gamay. And the funniest, our food from karinderya kay nakuha sa magbalsa, you know floating cottages. We ask Kuya there na nadala ba nila among food and yes daw kuno naa didto sa floating cottage sa tourist. Then nag ask mi na pwedi pabato makuha ana sila sakay sa bangka kay kuha'on nato. And that was the time na we got libre sakay sa bangka and it was like 3/4km from the shore but it was exciting and unexpected. Nagkaon na dayun mi, tapos nag palit og coke ang kauban ni Ver na ilang katrabaho sa ilang tindahan na si Junjun idk kana pa ang spelling basta kay cute kaayo kay wala man gyud siyay istorya samo hahaha. Then, we decided to transfer to another resort or what para mapura mih og ligo kay katong among beach na idtoan kay muddy. Barefoot ra gani mi nag bike kay doul raman. Tapos we paid for 30 entrance and change. And o may ghad gyud pangit kaayo ang ang tubig mura ra og suba tapos its so salty kaayo nag dry gyud akong hair for days. But we enjoyed naman strolling again, taking pictures, eat our snacks. After that we decided to go home kay hapit na hapon. Then, this part gyud ang highlight samong Unwind Adventure ang pagkadisgrasya ni Liza. It was pagawas nami sa Laguindingan na road paingun nami sa national highway, pag tabok namo nilayo man gamay si Liza sa amoa didto nabang'gaan siyag motor, nakadunggug nalang kog bangga sa akong likod og naka lingun kay abi nako ako bangga'on si Liza man diay. Pag tan'aw nako nakatindug naman si Liza tapos iyang bike napailalom sa motor. Pero Liza was okay, ingun siya, naa lang siyay kunting gasgas sa hips og kamot. Idk pod sa driver sa motor ingun si Junjun baho daw og redhorse ang baba nilakaw rapod ang driver wala pakabana. So mao toh ni apas nalang dayun si Liza sa iyang papa kay nahili naman iyang bike og dli na mapidal. Niuli nalang dayun mi una kay hapit sa 4 hadlok na kay wala pay suga og murag highlight among bikes.

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all30aproperties · 1 year

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#30a Beach House Rentals #Beach House For Rent Destin Florida #Beach Vacation Rentals Florida #Family Friendly Vacation Rentals #Best Places For Family Vacation #Beach Cottages For Rent Near Me

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Camping near me

Which is the best thing to do in canada ? Is it Sauble beach camping or rent a cottage in Bruce Peninsula or Bruce Peninsula camping or a memorable visit to Owen Sound Falls or camping at Owen Sound Beach or step out for Owen Sound hiking trails or end up at kilsyth country camping (KCC) Owen Sound to make it the most lovely and memorable day of your life . You will get here everything you have imagined, be it camping or fishing or biking or any other exiting to do activities.

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longclear · 2 years

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beautifulwhensarcastic · 2 years

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Steve/Peggy + beach vacation for @theawkwardterrier

Despite Howard offering his own beach estate for his friends to use, Steve was adamant on organizing something for his family himself this year. He rented a cottage near the beach, did extra grocery shopping, and packed his family for a week vacation (he even got to pack Peggy’s suitcase, though that was supervised and redone twice).

~ * ~

Steve was used to multitasking and carrying multiple loads at once - be it responsibilities, or actual heavy items. Still, he had to drop everything to catch two squealing bullets rapidly flying past their mother and him.

Items fell onto sand with soft thud as he reached both arms to grab the backs of the little shirts and lifted fair-haired goblins up into the air. Their small limbs kicked in the air, giggles bursting out loud.

“A-a-a!” Steve put them down and crouched to be eye level with them.

Two pairs of blue eyes stared back at him, mischievous twinkles sparkling lighter than the sun. Both grinning ear to ear, not an ounce of remorse.

Steve claimed the twins may look like him in their coloring, but the stubborn determination to do as they please came from Peggy. She, on the other hand, lamented that Michael and James had Steve’s wounded puppy look which made it hard for her to refuse them at times.

Sometimes they united, saying both kids took after their namesakes and godfathers. That blame was much more convenient to put.

“What did we say?” Steve still held fistfuls of the boys shirts, knowing the little bodies were bouncing with energy, ready to dart off any second.

He seriously feared it was because of the serum that his sons were running so fast (especially when you told them not to), but according to some of their friends kids at that age had extra energy in their tiny legs and it was all natural for them to be so fast.

“No rushing towards the water without me or mum.” He reminded them patiently. “It’s a new place. A big one. Easy to get lost. So you can’t run away from us, okay? We would be very worried and sad.”

“Yes, daddy.” Michael smiled at him, James only nodded along.

“Come on, fellas. You’ll help me set out our little beach camp and then we go check the water.” Steve took a bottle of sunscreen lotion out of the backpack and gave it to James to carry. Michael got to carry a ball.

The boys walked in front of him, looking around and ahead with wide eyes. It was much different than uncle Howard’s vacation house, with its safe little pool and small, private beach. Here everything was wider, bigger, so open and strange. Exciting.

“It’s so huge!” James exclaimed. He slowed down too, waiting for Steve.

Steve glanced up, at the endless spread of the shimmering ocean. A pang of fear squeezed his heart; a flash of memory of the ice cold teal and sparkling snow swallowing him.

It burst away the instant his son’s small, warm body pressed against his leg.

“It is, buddy.” Steve shortened his stride so James could match it. “It can feel a bit scary. But you know what helps?” He kept talking softly as they cut across the beach to get neared the water edge. “Focus only on the area where we are. Our blankets, the sand around it, water just right in front of us.”

“On mommy?” James looked up at him.

“Oh, definitely.” Steve nodded solemnly. “Your mom can protect us from anything.”

It seemed to be enough for James to lose any hesitation and dash a few steps ahead to join his brother. Both boys stopped a few feet away from the water, yelling at Steve that they found the perfect spot.

“I’m not sure I’m fast enough to protect you from everything in my current state.” Peggy laughed behind Steve.

“Maybe not fast, but still resourceful.” Steve grinned at her over his shoulder.

Peggy treaded slowly after them, holding her sandals in one hand and a lighter basket in the other. She had a sunhat on, so big it shaded not only her face, but half of her upper body; and a blue sundress, a tad too tight around her pregnant belly.

Peggy’s second pregnancy was a surprise. So was the first one, to be honest. Having twins was an extra twist.

“Speaking of resourcefulness,” Peggy narrowed her eyes, “you mentioned something about a beach throne for me. But there are no beach baskets to rent here.”

“You’ll see.” Steve flashed her a cheeky smile then called the boys to help him.

At three years old they were eager to do the adult tasks and spreading out the blankets they treated like a very serious mission, though quite a bit of sand got on the blankets along the way.

“Now,” Steve clapped his hands, “we’re going to dig a hole for mommy.”

“Mommy’s going into a hole?” Michael’s eyes widened.

“Just her feet.” Steve assured him. “You can even pour some water on her feet once she’s settled in.”

“Yay!” The twins burst in unison, as if the prospect of splashing their mother’s legs with water was the greatest joy of the whole trip.

Peggy arched a brow, glaring at Steve skeptically. He only grinned in response and began gathering sand into a large bank, while the boys dug a hole. She quickly realized the intent and a smile curved her lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve asked, patting the nearly finished construction to make sure it was firm enough.

“Just remembering a certain flag unobtained for seventeen years, until a canny guy from Brooklyn outsmarted it.” Peggy licked her lips, just the way she has when he jumped into the jeep that day at Camp Lehigh.

Steve winked, then draped an extra blanket over his finished work.

“Your throne, milady.” He offered Peggy his hand.

Before she settled on her unique sand-chair, Steve tugged at her sundress.

“Want to take that off?”

“Isn’t that how I got pregnant in the first place?” Peggy snorted and swatted his hand away.

She sat down and wiggled for a bit, until she settled comfortably. The sand in the whole where her feet went was pleasantly cool; just perfect for her swollen ankles.

“You want some water on your feet, mommy?” Michael looked at her with hope in his eyes. She knew if she let them, they’d splash her whole with water and laugh like little maniacs while doing so.

She was glad they didn’t give them yet the squirt-guns Bucky got for them.

“Maybe later, sweetie.” She smiled at him. “But you should take your dad to test the water.”

Steve barely managed to take off his shirt before his sons grabbed his hands and tugged him toward the shore. When he tried to slow them down they pulled harder (without much effect). Then Steve threatened to toss them to the sharks and twins instantly let go of him and sprinted, screaming wild.

Peggy watched the chase unfold, laughter and yells scaring off the seagulls. It was one of the million daily moments when she felt her heart bursting with happiness. A few years ago a family wasn’t exactly in her plans, not even in her dreams, but it turned out to be a gift Peggy cherished (despite occasional times when she felt like yanking all her hair out and drowning her kids, her husband as well).

An hour of splashing and ball playing later, after Steve had to dive into the water to retrieve Michael’s shoe which somehow got mistaken for a stone to throw into the ocean, all three of them returned with huge smiles; and absolutely soaked.

“We’re going to get some ice cream.” Steve announced and the twins bellowed on the top of their lungs, then started prancing through the sand, toward the boardwalk.

“Want some?” Steve asked her, watching their sons as they tried not to run.

“Chocolate, please,” Peggy smiled blissfully. “Just don’t eat half of it on your way back.”

“It’s hot, you know I’ll have to lick it a bit.” Steve shrugged shamelessly.

Peggy lifted the brim of her sunhat up, pushed her sunglasses to the tip of her nose and gave Steve a look that made him hot for quite different reasons than the weather.

“That’s definitely how my second pregnancy happened.” She almost purred.

Steve snorted and shook his head, but he also nervously rubbed the back of his neck and Peggy knew she was getting to him. It was her own kind of beach fun. However inappropriate it may be.

“Careful, you’re nearing Howard’s levels,” Steve gave her a pointed look.

“I’d say it’s all pregnancy hormones,” Peggy didn’t look sheepish the least, “but here you are halfnaked and flexing your muscles… obviously it’s all your fault I’m like that.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to get our rascals before they eat the whole truck of ice cream. And before you get us into even more trouble.”

“The day is young, I still have time to cause trouble.” Peggy grinned and puckered her lips for a kiss.

#theawkwardterrier #steggy #steggyedit #steggy fic #peggy x steve #*p #my fic #yes both Michael and Bucky are alive in this universe #and they get to be uncles for the little steglings and pain in the asses too at times

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sapiowoman28 · 3 years

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Caught Part 1

Pairing: Kun x female reader x Chenle

Genre: smut

Warning: oral (female receiving), fingering, sex, threesome, daddy kink, Kun likes telling Chele what to do, lots of dolphin laughs

Y/N's breaths were getting heavier and heavier, as kun buried his face in her core, lapping up its juices, running his tongue up and down her clit, two fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

They really shouldn't be doing this. Chenle was just in the next bed, sleeping. But there was nowhere else to go. Renjun and Yang Yang were sleeping in the living room.

They were at a rented cottage near the beach, for a short getaway from college life. All 9 of them. Squeezed into a cottage meant for 5 or 6. There was just supposed to be 7 of them but at the last minute, Chenle and Renjun just showed up at the door with a whole lot of alchohol and that was it.

Kun had regretted allowing Chenle to share the room with him and his girlfriend. But they had the biggest room which had a queen bed and a single bed. He didn't want to switch considering everyone had settled in quite nicely in their rooms. And he didn't want to be made fun of. And frankly, he and his girlfriend were quite happy to be in Chenle's company.

It was just that it took quite a while for the energetic young man to fall asleep, and when he finally did, Kun and y/n sprung into action beneath the blanket, removing their bottoms and grinding against each other, with Kun repeatedly reminding Y/N to keep it on the down low.

But now, with his face between her legs, keeping quiet was becoming a huge task for her. She whimpered as softly as possible, tugging at his hair, moving his head closer against her.

"daddy!" she whispered. "daddy!"

"yes, baby..." he replied, whispering back, hoping Chenle wouldn't wake up.

"baby's gonna come soon." she whined, as softly as she could.

"come for daddy, baby." he coo-ed, quickening the pace of his fingers.

suddenly she froze, crying out his name, and he felt her juices gush out. He took in as much as he could, before going back up, and sinking his cock into her, moving in and out of her as quickly as he could, aching for a release. The bed started moving, creaking noisily. But neither Kun or Y/N cared.

"Oh my god!" Chenle exclaimed before letting out one of his signature laughs.

They froze.

"Put on your ear phones and go back to sleep!" Kun hissed, impatient to have his release.

"Why don't you two stop having sex instead?" he challenged.

Y/N let out a sigh.

"Kun, let's just go to sleep." she coaxed.

"No!" Kun was being obstinate now.

"Well if you don't stop..." Chenle warned.

"Well what are you going to do?" Kun frowned.

"I'll join you guys!" Chenle said, laughing again.

Kun reeled in shock, trying to find the right words to tell him off. But what his girlfriend said next shocked him even further.

"You know," Y/N said, in almost a whisper. "That isn't too bad of an idea."

"I'm not calling Kun daddy!" Chenle declared, before hopping onto their bed, looking expectantly at the both of them.

“No!” Kun got off Y/N and sat up. “I say absolutely not! This is a crazy idea!”

“Haven’t we discussed this before?” she asked him. “You said you’d love to watch me teach Chenle how to have sex.”

Chenle started laughing again, as Kun was now tongue tied, his cheeks turning red.

“I did say that.” Kun finally admitted. “But… but…”

“But what?” Chenle asked.

“I don’t want to corrupt him.” Kun sighed.

“Well, think of it as teaching me a life skill.” Chenle grinned.

Y/N giggled.

Kun sighed.

“If you guys want it, I’m in.”

Y/N turned to look at Chenle.

“How much do you know?” she asked.

Suddenly, Chenle looked shyly at her.

“Not much.” he admitted. “I’ve kissed a girl and groped her breasts but that’s about it. Porn doesn’t count right?”

Now it was Kun’s turn to laugh. Y/n glared, and he stopped.

“Why don’t you come closer and kiss me?” she said.

Chenle smiled shyly, moving a little closer to her. Kun watched as she looked encouragingly at him, taking the younger man in her arms. He watched her face in awe, and she touched his cheek affectionately.

“Go on,” she said. “Kiss me.”

Kun breath hitched, as Chenle’s lips landed on his girlfriend’s somewhat tentatively, before he got a little more brave and started kissing her softly.

He watched as their kiss deepened, feeling his still hard member stir.

“Stroke her hair, she likes it,” he said, and Chenle started to do so. He felt Y/N’s breath get more rapid. Suddenly, he separated from her.

“Did I do ok?” he asked nervously. Y/N nodded.

“You’re a good kisser.” she said, teasingly. “Almost as good as Kun-ge.”

“I want to be better than him!” Chenle grinned cheekily. Kun sighed.

“Eh! This is not a competition!” he clucked. Y/N giggled.

“I don’t care!” Chenle declared.

“And who said you could stop kissing her?” Kun asked.

Suddenly, Chenle’s face was serious.

“I’ll continue,” he said, holding her face and moving forward to kiss her passionately.

“Kiss her neck.” Kun said, getting more turned on as he gave Chenle more instructions. “She has some sensitive spots on her neck. Use your lips to search for it.”

Chenle started kissing her jaw, and she gasped when he moved his lips to her neck, giving it a couple of tentative licks.

“Good boy, Chenle.” Y/N whimpered. “Good boy.”

“Give her a love bite.” Kun said.

Chenle stopped.

“Never done that before” he muttered awkwardly.

“Take some flesh between your lips and suck. You can do it on any part of her body. But she likes it on her neck and chest.” Kun explained.

Chenle grinned, moving his face between her breasts, deciding to take some of her left breast in between his lips to suck. Y/N let out a moan, stroking his hair. Instinctively, he moved to her left nipple, taking it into her mouth.

“You can nibble it, but not too hard.” Kun said, as he stroked himself, watching Y/N embrace Chenle, and wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding herself into him.

“Oooh, someone’s hard.” she teased.

Chenle giggled embarrassedly .

“You need to get out of those clothes,” Kun said after a while. Chenle nodded. Getting off the bed, he removed his t-shirt and sweatpants and boxers, before joining them again.

“You’re a man now.” Kun smiled fondly, recalling how he had seen him grow up. Now before them, Chenle definitely had grown into an adult, his arms, stomach and legs showing some definition from working out in the gym.

Chenle grinned in response, before asking “Where’s the condom?”

“Slow down, kid!” Kun said. “Don’t rush. Take your time.”

Y/N nodded. “Women appreciate that.”

“Why don’t you play with her clit?” Kun suggested.

Chenle moved his hand to her core, and Y/N held her hand over his, guiding him.

“That’s it!” she gasped. “You’re learning well!”

“So warm,” Chenle whispered, overwhelmed by the effect he was having on her. “Are you coming yet?”

Y/N burst out in giggles.

Kun sighed. “Don’t do that!”

“Do what?”

“Ask a woman if she has come yet.” Y/N said. “Besides, we just started. We don’t come on command two minutes in.”

Chenle let out a laugh, and went back to playing with her clit. Kun moved closer to him.

“Let me take over.” he said. “I’ll show you.”

Chenle moved aside, eyes on Y/N’s core. Kun started stroking her clit at a good pace after spreading some of her wetness over it, and she started moaning, grabbing hold of his arm.

“See? I’m pushing my fingers in.” Kun showed Chenle.

Chenle moved his hand towards her core, before trying to push his finger in alongside Kun out of pure curiosity. Slowly it slipped in, and he felt Y/N squeeze around their fingers.

“Move together.” Kun said, as he continued rubbing her clit. Chenle nodded, his finger moving in sync with Kun in and out of her pussy.

“Let me do it myself,” Chenle said. Kun took his finger out, and he slipped a second finger in in its place.

“Oh WOW!” Y/N gasped. “Did you just do that?”

“Do what?”

“I found her g-spot!” Chenle beamed. “I researched it on the internet after I heard Haechan talking about it!”

“Don’t stop.” she begged, feeling the knots in her stomach.

Chenle slapped Kun’s hand away, more bold now. “Move away! Let me do it!”

Kun chuckled, letting the younger man play with her clit while fingering her. Her moans were getting louder now.

“Chenle…” she whined. “Faster.”

Chenle increased his speed, his smirk becoming more evident. She was thrashing on the bed now, whining and begging him to not stop.

“Keep going,” Kun urged him on.

Suddenly she stiffened, letting out a whine as she came. Chenle’s eyes grew huge, before he let out a huge grin. Slowly he withdrew his fingers, watching Kun take her into his arms.

“You see that?” Chenle said cockily. “It’s legend!”

Kun sighed as Y/N giggled. It was going to be a long night.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #kunle smut #chenle smut #qian kun smut #kun smut #zhong chenle smut

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