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[barrywatsons]

Elevate Your Special Day: The Role of a Central Florida Wedding Planner

Planning a wedding is an exhilarating yet intricate endeavor. From choosing the perfect venue to coordinating vendors and crafting a seamless timeline, the details can quickly become overwhelming. This is where a Central Florida wedding planner steps in, offering invaluable expertise and support to ensure your special day unfolds flawlessly. In this blog post, we'll explore the significance of hiring a wedding planner in Central Florida and how they can turn your wedding dreams into a reality.

The Importance of a Wedding Planner:

Expertise and Experience:

Wedding planners bring a wealth of knowledge and experience to the table. They are well-versed in the intricacies of wedding planning, from budget management to timeline coordination.

Vendor Network:

Established wedding planners have a network of trusted vendors, including florists, photographers, caterers, and more. This ensures that you have access to a curated selection of professionals who align with your vision.

Stress Reduction:

Planning a wedding can be stressful, but a wedding planner acts as a buffer, handling the logistics and troubleshooting any issues that arise, allowing you to focus on enjoying your engagement.

Creative Vision:

Wedding planners have a keen eye for design and aesthetics. They can help conceptualize your vision and bring it to life, ensuring that every detail harmonizes with your theme.

Budget Management:

A wedding planner can help you set a realistic budget and allocate funds appropriately. They can also advise on cost-saving measures and negotiate with vendors to get the best value for your investment.

Timeline Coordination:

From booking the venue to finalizing the seating arrangement, a wedding planner creates and manages a comprehensive timeline to ensure that every aspect of your wedding day runs smoothly.

The Central Florida Wedding Experience:

Central Florida is renowned for its picturesque landscapes, diverse venues, and year-round favorable weather, making it an ideal destination for weddings. A Central Florida wedding planner leverages the region's unique offerings to create unforgettable experiences for couples.

Diverse Venue Options:

Central Florida boasts an array of venue options, from elegant ballrooms to charming garden settings. A wedding planner can help you select the perfect backdrop for your special day.

Outdoor Elegance:

With its abundance of lush parks, botanical gardens, and lakeside settings, Central Florida provides a stunning natural canvas for outdoor weddings.

Theme Park Magic:

For couples seeking a truly unique experience, Central Florida is home to world-famous theme parks that offer enchanting settings for weddings and receptions.

Cultural Fusion:

Central Florida's diverse population and cultural influences provide opportunities for couples to incorporate unique traditions and elements into their wedding celebrations.

Choosing a Central Florida Wedding Planner:

Local Expertise:

Opting for a wedding planner based in Central Florida ensures they have an in-depth understanding of the region's venues, vendors, and logistical considerations.

Portfolio and Testimonials:

Reviewing a wedding planner's portfolio and client testimonials can give you confidence in their ability to bring your vision to life.

Personal Connection:

Building a rapport with your wedding planner is crucial. Effective communication and a shared vision will be instrumental in creating the wedding of your dreams.

A Central Florida wedding planner is a valuable asset in ensuring that your special day is everything you've envisioned and more. By leveraging their expertise, network, and creative flair, a wedding planner transforms the planning process into a seamless, enjoyable experience. If you're dreaming of a Central Florida wedding that surpasses all expectations, consider entrusting the details to a skilled and experienced wedding planner. Elevate your wedding day. Elevate your memories.

Turn your wedding dreams into reality with Beasley's Floral and Weddings, your trusted Central Florida wedding planner. Contact us today to start planning your unforgettable celebration!

[evanchantingpeters]

How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 4)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ In the whirlwind Hollywood world, Evan and Y/N are flipping the script. With a filming delay for Evan’s Tron scenes, ten days become four tantalising months. Taking the leap, Evan proudly introduces Y/N as his girlfriend at the Emmy Awards. As they dazzle at the afterparty, they’re also plotting an escapade. Away from the flashing cameras of paps and the gossiping spectators, they’re stealing away to a secluded beach by the venue for a night of pleasure and fluids...

Warnings ─ Swearing, public sex, sex on the beach, oral (both receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, bondage, mild BDSM, nipple teasing, spanking, dry humping, vaginal sex, woman on top, doggie, extra smutty (per usual, lol)

Read Part 1 here | Read Part 2 here | Read Part 3 here

Word count ─ 5.5K

18+ This is ADULT content. I’m not your mummy to supervise your net access. If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

@evanchantingpeters — All rights reserved. Please do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

You and Adria breeze into her bedroom like the dynamic duo of snack time, armed with a mega-sized bowl of popcorn, a killer cheese platter, and a tray of toasty beverages. Adria’s sporting that cheeky grin, like she’s about to drop the meme of the century, and you can’t help but giggle, knowing the night’s about to get lit.

As you step in, you’re met with a sight straight out of a Pinterest board. There’s this epic mound of duvets and pillows stacked up in the middle of the floor, like a cosy fort waiting to be conquered. And there they are, the squad – Val, Natasha, and Mirka – all huddled together, shuffling the cards like they’re running their own underground casino.

“Alright, girlies…gather up,” Adria hollers, flexing her sparkling engagement ring, and you both flop onto the comfy chaos, laughing. Before long, popcorn is flying like spring rain as you jump into the card game like you were born for this moment. You’re personally slinging drinks, channelling your inner barista at a hipster café, except these are mugs of hot cocoa and herbal tea, not fancy cocktails.

The room is buzzing with energy as the banter bounces back and forth like a ping-pong match, touching on varied topics—from eyebrow tweezers, acne, holiday destinations, and wedding flowers for Adria to immigrant visas, AI, wars, and recycling methods. Mirka’s laugh is loud enough to wake the dead, and Val’s one-liners are so on point they should come with a fire emoji. Natasha, meanwhile, is playing it cool, but you can practically see the competitive flames dancing behind those Insta-filtered eyes every time she slaps down a winning hand.

“Nash, why so quiet?” Mirka teases with a cheeky smile, giving Natasha a playful nudge.

Natasha lowers her head, her fingers bending and flicking nervously over a card. “I know we’re here to celebrate Ad and Tommy tying the knot since it’s only been a week—”

“No need to keep up the act if something’s bugging you, Nash. Speak up,” Adria urges, gently squeezing her friend’s hand.

Natasha lets out a heavy sigh. “About this depersonalisation…derealisation…you name it…thing I mentioned before,” she admits, her voice shaking.

Val stuffs a hefty handful of popcorn into her mouth before chiming in. “What about it?” she inquires nonchalantly.

“About feeling like someone’s cranking up the volume on your own existence,” Natasha mumbles, her gaze flitting anxiously around our circle. “Suddenly, every mundane, everyday sensation feels way too real—the scrape of the toothbrush bristles against your teeth, the movement of your tongue, the flare of your nostrils with each breath…even the blink of your eyes almost echoing in your ears.”

Adria’s eyebrows are drawn together as she rubs her temples and squints her eyes as if trying to wrap her head around the concept. “Your Latina is too stunned to speak with your Yapanese, Nash,” she quips at the confession, though she immediately reconsiders and hastily raises her hand in apology. “Sorry, I don’t know what got into me… Go on—it happened again?” she mutters, a hair tie dangling from her mouth as she wrestles her hair into a messy bun.

“Yea… today morning, actually,” Natasha is quick to respond hoarsely, her voice cracking. “It’s like you’re watching yourself do something, but it doesn’t feel like you, you know? It’s this out-of-body experience, and suddenly, bam! The curtain gets violently ripped back, exposing the raw, unfiltered reality of living, breathing, feeling every damn twist and turn.” 

She pauses to draw a sharp breath before carrying on. “And then the ontological Wh- questions start flooding in, like, ‘What am I doing? Who am I, really? Why am I in this room, in this building, in this world, in this endless universe? Where will I go after I die?’ They crash into you like a cosmic truck—the idea of the soul being immortal and stretching on and on and on and on and on into eternity.” 

You’re glued in, hanging onto every letter as your friend bares her soul, your gaze stuck to her. Your fingers running through her hair are soothing enough to serve as her lifeline in moments like this. “Sometimes, our minds pull serious pranks on us, Nash,” you begin, your voice laced with sage-like wisdom, “especially when anxiety, an existential crisis, or just some old trauma is thrown in the mix. It’s like a defence mechanism, trying to shield us from emotions that could totally wreck our sanity.”

Natasha blinks rapidly as she shrugs you away, still grappling to make sense of it all. “But why? It hits me outta nowhere…when I least expect it...like, when I’m just chilling…Not even my therapist can solve the riddle.”

You take a moment, as if you’re mulling it over and finding the right words to put it. “Mhm, think of it like a mental reboot,” you explain, your voice like a smooth jazz track as you give her arm comforting rubs. “Your brain’s like ‘Whoa, hold up!’ and creates this buffer zone, making you feel a bit detached and dissociated. It’s like hitting pause to recalibrate and protect itself.”

After a long pause, Natasha sniffles and rubs her eyes, then nods. “Alright, I’ll tuck that away in my brain’s little filing cabinet for now, no biggie. Enough of me cosplaying Courage the Cowardly Dog, freaking out over every little thing. Let’s chat about something else,” she urges, clapping her hands together before taking a giant gulp of hot chocolate and munching on a marshmallow, whipped cream all over her mouth.

Just as the vibe gets brighter, your phone lights up with a WhatsApp notification. You glance down to see a message from Evan, and your heart does a little marathon in your chest—ground breaking reaction, Y/N—as you open it. (Cue the dramatic music!) The text is concise and sweet, but it’s the attachment that sends your head spinning — a VIP invite to the Emmy Awards afterparty, followed by another cute message, reading:

I’d love to have you there with me🥰

Shock paralyses you as a tsunami of questions smashes you. Is he asking you to be his arm candy or is this just a friendly gesture?

Needing a breather to let it all sink in, you pull the classic “gotta use the restroom” move and sneak away to a quiet corner of the house. The phone feels like a brick in your hand as you summon the courage to call Evan, your heart doing backflips just at the thought.

And just like that, he picks up almost instantly. “Hey, Y/N? How’s your sleepover?” His velvety voice—a familiar anchor in the storm of your head—flows through the line with a tinge of concern.

You gulp down a shaky breath, trying to regulate the rapid fluttering you feel in your throat. “Uh, all good... I mean... What’s with the invite?” you blurt out, involuntarily scratching your head and scrunching your nose in confusion. Meanwhile, you pace in the room like a caged tiger.

“I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have with me and is not a blood relation,” he replies confidently, his determination practically oozing through the phone.

His statement hits you like a stampede of elephants in your stomach, robbing you of words as he barrels ahead with more enthusiasm than a kid at Disneyland. “It’ll be a night to remember, I promise.”

As your nerves begin to ease and excitement creeps in, you can’t help but wonder about your role at the event. “Congrats on your nomination, but, uh, may I ask, what exactly am I doing there?” you spill out, rightfully so, trying to sound casual despite the tornado swirling in your mind. “I mean, we’re not exactly best buds like you’re with Jeff, for example.”

But Evan, ever the smooth talker, doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ll be my plus one, my girlfriend,” he utters, his voice soft but resolute, like he’s making a declaration. Your breath hitches in your throat at the word ‘girlfriend,’ your whole body going numb.

You’re biting your lip so hard you’re practically taste-testing them, fists clenched and excitedly pounding against your thigh like it’s a drum solo. Girlfriend? You? At the Emmys? It’s like a scene ripped straight out of a rom-com, and you’re half-convinced you’ve somehow stumbled into an alternate universe.

“Uh, Evan, you do realise this is gonna stir up a whole pot of drama, right?” you slur, your voice barely louder than a mouse’s squeak as you nervously fidget with the hem of your pyjamas. “I mean, your fans are gonna go full FBI on me, crafting voodoo dolls and whatnot out of envy for not picking them. And then, there’s the paparazzi… those guys will do anything for a saucy headline…”

“I totally get your mini freakout, baby, and we can hash it out tomorrow after your stayover…but seriously, why stress?” He’s quick to fire back and rationalise the situation. Despite your semi-meltdown, his voice is calm and steady like he’s discussing the weather. “Just because a bunch of people recognise me from movies or TV doesn’t mean I’ll be sneaking around in a trench coat and shades, dodging public outings with my lover. I’ll do what makes me happy, protecting my relationship along the way, and if that means bringing my girlfriend to an event, then so be it…” He pauses for a minute before adding, “and I want it to be it.”

His words hang in the air, and for a hot second, all you hear is the relentless thud of your heart. You’re not usually one to lose sleep over what others think about you, even your nearest and dearest friends (since the idea of family has been absent throughout your lifetime), but let’s be real, the Evan situation is completely uncharted waters.

Following another deep breath, you finally muster up a response that you’ve been meaning to let out since you got the texts (but your overanalysing would never). “I want it too, Evan.” 

There’s a momentary hush, and you swear you can hear him doing a victory dance or something with the sound of rustling clothes in the background. Then, he lets out his signature throaty chuckle that always gets you on your knees. “Awesome! We’re gonna rock this. I’ll stick by your side, and we’ll handle this together, okay?”

You can’t help but grin at his reassurance, mindlessly twirling a lock of hair between your fingers like a schoolgirl, feeling a surge of excitement. “Yes, together. Honoured,” you reply as your heart keeps doing the happy shuffle. 

You gotta pinch yourself just to be sure you’re not stuck in some kind of matrix with Evan these past four months. Turns out, his stay in America got extended from the initial ten days thanks to some miraculous schedule reshuffling, and he’ll be shooting his scenes for Tron in Canada later this year. So, more hangout time with him, more dates…and yeah, more fucking. In his head, and apparently in his parents’ minds too—who you’re meeting soon (send help)—you’re practically official. 

And here you are now, cruising in the backseat all dolled up for the Emmys in your sparkling cocktail party dress. Evan’s looking smoking hot in his sharp tux and perfectly slick hair, making you feel like you need a paper bag to catch your breath. He’s holding onto your clammy hands like he’s afraid you’ll vanish into thin air (and frankly, you’re starting to believe it). He’s giving you these adorable little kisses like he knows that your lipstick’s gotta stay put.

And to top it all off, you’ve met his stunning and bubbly sister, Michelle, and her husband. Amidst your anxiety-induced brain freeze, and out of all the phrases you could come up with to greet her for the first time, “lady in red” is all you chant to compliment her elegant red gown. Internally screaming and embarrassed, you wish you could facepalm yourself out of this world. No, but why did she serve so bad?

But guess what? She’s a massive Chris De Burgh fan and his titular song, so it’s safe to say you hit the jackpot with your accidental ice-breaker. She’s practically your biggest cheerleader now, cheering you both on as she chauffeurs you to the venue. So wholesome, you can’t even cope with it! 

The long car ride quickly morphs into a full-blown party on wheels, complete with blasting tunes and non-stop laughs. Evan’s hair has gotten hella wild lately, so he’s brought his gel along. You help him tame his mane while the chatter, mostly revolving around you, surprisingly chills you out big time. Evan keeps things snug, giving your hand a comforting squeeze or a peck on the forehead every now and then. 

At some point, you throw the ball at their court, and the couple starts dishing out stories about themselves; how they met at some random house party, bonding over their affinity for 90s hip-hop. Before you know it, Michelle is diving into hilarious childhood tales about Evan and their brother, Andrew. Like that time Evan attempted to build a treehouse but ended up face-planting into a mud pit, or when they all suited up as superheroes and terrorised the neighbourhood. And of course, there’s Evan’s legendary Sour Patch Kids and PlayStation commercials, complete with their wild backstories.

It’s an absolute blast, and you’re soaking up every juicy detail. With Evan right by you, throwing in his own anecdotes (like the deer mounting tradition with his friends every Christmas in the suburbs, which throws everyone for a loop because not much happens in Missouri), the whole vibe is elevated. You can’t help but laugh and feel all warm and fuzzy inside, realising you’re not just meeting his family—you’re becoming a part of it.

“Feeling okay, baby girl?” Evan whispers, leaving a tender smooch on your neck, his lips like a feather along your needy skin. 

You shiver at the touch, a jolt of electricity surging through you. Nodding, you try to wrangle the rave party inside you, but it’s like herding cats. 

He rests his head on the seat, facing you, the plush cushion cradling his head in comfort. “You’re sooo beautiful and hot, Y/N,” he mouths, subtly shaking his head as if he can’t believe his luck. “I wish I could kiss and use my fingers on you the way I want,” he blabs quietly, leaning in closer, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Jail time for both of us if you pull that move here…Security,” you giggle softly, and you feel him join you with his shoulders bouncing with laughter. 

“I just want you to know how I feel right now, Y/N” he sighs, looking up at you again, his bottom lip rolling over his top one in his precious puppy-eyed pout.

“Evan crying in horny,” you tease in a sultry murmur, sneaking a glance up front to make sure the couple didn’t catch wind of your banter. With a sly grin, you adjust your strapless gown, adding a touch of allure to your playful attitude.

He shoots back with a playful finger-wag in your face, accompanied by a series of rapid “ts-ts-ts” sounds, as if he’s scolding you with his own audio of strong disapproval. “Evan crying in crazy about you,” he corrects, kissing your hand, his irresistibly handsome dark eyes peering into your soul from below.

Tell me you’re a die-hard, hopeless fangirl without telling me you’re a die-hard, hopeless fangirl. Despite Evan’s nudges, you choose to stealthily station in the corner, letting him slay the red carpet. It’s his night, his moment to shine, and you’re his hype woman.

With each flash of his charming smile—sometimes lowkey and tight-lipped, other times broad and toothy—you’re a flurry of activity, your phone’s storage maxing out with snapshots and videos faster than you can say “Blow Evan”. And when he pulls out that signature eye squint and eyebrow raise at the paparazzi’s obnoxious cues, you’re melting faster than ice cream in July.

His face card never freaking declines.

As you both waltz into the party ball, it’s like you’re attracting the night’s energy, twirling around you like a confetti vortex. Your shimmering dress catches the disco lights, transforming you into a walking glitter bomb. With just the right amount of makeup and your natural long hair cascading freely, you’re primed to own the dance floor.

You spot Niecy Nash, radiant in her black velvet off-the-shoulder gown, exuding vibes like she just won the lottery. Oh wait, she did—Supporting Actress in a Limited Series or TV Movie for Dahmer. She high-fives the four of you and fits you all into a hug tighter than a Victorian corset.

Evan introduces you to everyone from the Dahmer crew and other celebrities with the same wide grin, pride, and thrill of a kid who’s just aced a test. His hand remains glued to you throughout the night, caressing along your upper body and often inching towards your ass, as if he’s marking his territory. Possessive much? Yes, but you’re not complaining; you find it fascinating and such a turn-on, especially knowing how naturally affectionate and kind he is. You feel safe in his presence, your bodies are like magnets—drawn together by some transcendent gravitational pull. His grip is firm, but he looks at you with all the heart-eyed emojis in the world, fully smitten.

Poses? Oh, you all nail them like seasoned supermodels on the runway. It’s the typical hand-on-hip, the coy glance over the shoulder, and the patented “I just won an Emmy, bow down, peasants” pose—check, check, and check. And of course, there’s Evan with his props (pipe, avant-garde sunglasses, and black tie), covered in your lipstick marks as he’s photographed with you. The ladies, led by Jessica—Niecy’s wife—even bust out a new dance move right on the spot, celebrating Niecy’s win.

But it’s not just Niecy and Jessica stealing the spotlight tonight. You find yourself mingling with Pedro Pascal, who’s looking dapper as ever in his suit, and Kieran Culkin, who’s cracking jokes faster than the champagne is flowing. You’re laughing so hard, you almost forget you’re rubbing elbows with Hollywood royalty.

As the hours drift by like sand through an hourglass, Evan’s sister and her husband say their goodbyes, inviting you both over for dinner next week. Spotting the opportunity for a minute alone, you and Evan snag in a corner booth, swaying to the loud music beats with your earplugs, kissing in between giggles, clinking glasses, eyes locked, smiles broad. 

Close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, Evan nuzzles his nose against yours, his eyes burning into yours. His brows furrow in a silent plea, his chest swelling with anticipation as his hands delicately cup your face.

Before you can even form a coherent thought, he’s already sealing your lips with his, his tongue slowly sliding into your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

“Do you kn—?” you attempt to articulate, but he’s not having any of it; he’s a changed man in need to do unholy things with you. He silences you with another passionate kiss, a soft, desperate moan escaping his lips along the process.

“Evan,” you manage to murmur into his lips as he subtly sucks your bottom lip.

“Yes, baby,” he hushes, his lips curling into a coy smile as his grip tightens around you.

You loop your arms around his neck, tilting your head with a mischievous grin as you stare deep into his eyes. “I wanna UNO card reverse you.” 

His eyebrow quirks up in amusement, his grin turning devilish. “UNO, what? Is this sexual? Subs, please,” he taunts, giving your butt cheeks a playful squeeze, totally unbothered by any nosy onlookers. In your defence, you’re not the only guests caught in a steamy make-out sesh at close vicinity, so why not have a little fun?

“My innocent, millennial baby,” you exclaim, squishing his adorable face with a giggle. “I’m saying, now that most of the press’ gone, how about we find a comfy spot by the beach where we can be alone?” you suggest, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper as you trace circles on his chest with your fingertips. “There, I’ll shower you with kisses,” you continue, and your wetness worsens as you imagine him fucking your mouth, “and finally, I’ll suck your dick until you’re gasping for air and bust in my mouth.”

His eyes darken with desire as you unravel your plan, a low groan slipping off his lips. “Sounds like heaven. Say no more.”

The distant thump of music and the soft glow of fairy lights fades as you and Evan bolt away from the bustling venue, his hand clasped firmly in yours as the adrenaline of the escape courses through your veins. With a shared glance and a mischievous grin, you dart through the shadows like a pair of rebels on the run, laughter fizzing up like a effervescent multivitamin.

Finally reaching the secluded shoreline, you both collapse onto the soft and warm sand — a delicious contrast to the cool breeze that envelops you like a fuzzy blanket. With a cheeky smile, you straddle his lap and sense him already rubbing his rock-hard boner against your pulsating cunt.

His hands find your hips, pulling you closer as he gazes up at you with smouldering intensity. With a low squeal, you lock eyes with him, teasingly licking his bottom lip before sensually sliding your tongue over his upper lip, his pupils following your every move.

With a hungry growl, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a feverish, almost primal, urgency. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a seductive, almost angelic, silver sheen on the rippling water and his chiselled abs as you loosen his bow tie and unbutton his shirt.

He squeezes your thighs gently, eliciting a soft whimper from you as he begins to explore beneath the hem of your dress. His eyes are immediately drawn to your cleavage, and you feel his heart rate accelerating. You squirm underneath his touch as he starts to trace figure eights on your puffy clit, making it increasingly difficult to focus on stroking his stiff length.

His thumb brushes against the sensitive skin just above the edge of your panties, sending a tremor across your body. “Gosh, you smell so divine...like strawberries,” he huffs, his voice low and husky as he dips his tongue in your mouth, as if he’s planning to bottle your scent up and promote it as the official elixir of happiness. “As sweet as you fucking taste.”

His fingers slip beneath your panties, stroking your bare flesh with deliberate intent. “You’re already so wet for me. Can’t wait for your little pussy to take my cock?” You nod, and your mewls intensify barely muffled by his blazer as you press against his shoulder. 

He grins, knowing very well that you’re struggling with your impending screams of pleasure. “Just thinking about how amazing it’s gonna feel when you fuck me,” you manage to coo, your voice thick with lust, and he lowers your strapless dress in a single move, his hands massaging your tits in no time and with expert skill. Meanwhile, he attacks your neck with open-mouthed kisses, his hot breath igniting a wildfire of sensations in you.

Your tits nestle on his chest — the feeling of his naked skin against your hardened nipples only worsens the pool between your thighs. Gathering your strength to strike back, your hand glides to the buckle of his belt, a wicked glint in your eye as you make your move. “But first, imagine my lips wrapped around your dick…” you breathe suggestively into his ear, trailing kisses down his collarbone.

He bobs his head to the side, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a futile attempt to stifle his reactions as you gradually unzip his trousers to liberate the beast hidden behind the layers of fabric.

Just as you fumble around his bulge, your lips never leaving his, a flash of car headlights jolts you. “Evan, someone might catch us,” you gasp, panicking as you shrink into a ball on top of him, frantically adjusting your dress in any which way.

He shoots a quick glance over his shoulder, instinctively pulling you closer to him—his arms a sanctuary of safety. “Chances are slim to none of anyone finding us here, especially at this hour, but…” he trails off, scooping you up his arms in one swift motion. “I don’t want my girl feeling anxious,” he adds as he wades into the cool water, the waves licking gently at his calves. He leads you to a large rock, sheltered from any potential prying eyes.

Gently setting you down in the shallows, you both burst into laughter, splashing around like carefree youth, the water lapping at your skin like an affectionate caress. With each wave that rolls over your feet, the heat between you only escalates.

Pulling his head towards yours for a kiss, you hear him groan, and it instantly sends a shot of arousal through you. Palming and teasing his clothed, overstimulated crotch, you shove your tongue in his mouth, tangling with his and repeatedly sucking on its tip—soon turning the vanilla smooch into a heated, messy kiss that drives you both nuts.

Your mouth dances over the rapid pulse on his neck that’s pumping all the more quicker against your lips. “Someone seemed a tad jealous tonight,” your voice deep with desire yet your gaze holds an lustful mischief he can’t resist. You refrain from dropping any names, curious to see if he’ll take the bait.

“No, I wasn’t, Y/N. I’m not the controlling type of boyfriend who’s gonna stalk your every move like a creepo,” he defends with a furrow forming on his brow before his hands smooth over your ass and deliver a sharp yet affectionate smack. “I know you’re all mine, my girl… my dirty little slut when I want you to be,” the syllables come out strained like he’s on the brink of losing control.

Bingo—he falls right into your playful trap. You fix at him with an intense gaze, a triumphant grin already spreading across your face. “I never said it was you, poor, naïve baby of mine,” you chirp, puckering your lips as you punctuate each word with gentle, harmless slaps and pinches to his cheek.

He shoots you a glare when you burst out laughing, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, you wanna play dirty, then? I’ll show you dirty, and you’ll be sorry,” he fights back. You feel his fingers sliding along your soaked slit, applying tantalising pressure on your sore clit.

Closing your eyes, you fight the urge to indulge in your orgasm, humming, “I won’t” as you nibble on his lower lip to tone down your little sobs of delight.

“Oh, yeah? You won’t?” he exclaims, and his touch becomes immediately rougher. His fingers plunge, twirl, and scissor in and out of you with increasing fervour. Your moans crescendo to a feverish pitch, drowning out his ragged breaths. You don’t even realise he’s muttering curses under his breath as he fingers you relentlessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Evan,” you cry out the mantra as the familiar, tingly feeling at the pit of my stomach tips you over the edge of your high.

And just like that, he withdraws his fingers from your throbbing core. His gaze flickers downwards at his hand—now all drenched and glistening with your cum—as he cups your chin, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Take back what you just said,” he demands, his voice tinged with desire.

“I won’t. You robbed me of my orgasm,” your protest, arms crossed over your chest in mock offence.

Tilting his head, he gives you a goofy smile, his eyes focused on your mouth as his fingers trace your pouted lips.

A mischievous smirk curls up the corners of your lips as you take his thumb in your mouth, sucking it seductively. “But I have a big heart, so I forgive you,” you mutter, releasing his thumb with a tantalising pop before kneeling down in front of his bulge. Your lips glisten with the precum from his boxers as you eagerly wet them, ready for what’s to come.

Before he can even register your moves, his head drops, jaw slackening until all twenty-eight of his teeth are on full display in a crooked, pearly smile. 

Your tongue glides down the length of his cock, taking him deeper until your lips are hugging snugly around the base. He can’t quite keep up with your fervent pace, his throat constricting as a chorus of desperate groans escape him. “F-fuckkk,” he stutters, his voice rising to a whimper, “Feels so good, baby. So goddamn good.” 

His rosy lips can’t stop their blabbering, mind shrinking into a blissful void, where the only thing of significance is your talented mouth working its magic between his legs. As your tongue flicks and swirls, he buckles his legs out, his soft touch on your head tightening, fisting up your strands almost aggressively.

Your nails drag lightly down his thighs, your shoulders rising as you splutter around him, choking on the way he fills you whole while you deep-throat him.

“Got the prettiest eyes. So-so fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, gazing back down at you with a mix of awe and adoration, his pupils blown in a battling mess of love and lust as your eyes find him. 

“D-don’t stop, please, please,” he gasps, a sudden thrust of his hips causing your teeth to slightly pierce against his sensitive flesh that keeps forcing itself down your throat.

Yet, his cries are cut short by a final, guttural moan that draws itself out long and conclusive. You watch as his body locks up and his Adam’s apple bounces like crazy, his muscles as solid as the rock he leans against.

His eyes glaze over all blank before they roll back, his long lashes casting a shadow against his flushed face. With your cheeks hollowed, you bob your head slowly, letting him plummet through the tides of euphoria. 

The impulse to milk him dry of absolutely everything he has to give consumes you, but you rein it to get your revenge, so you stop. He stares down at you with eyes wide open, his breath uneven. You can’t decipher his expression as you stand back up and land mere inches from his face.

Although you’re at your full height, he still towers over you, and you swallow nervously when he scoffs.

“You think you can slide away with that one so easily, huh?” he mumbles in a low, stern tone, his breaths coming in wheezy puffs. Running a hand from your jaw down to your chest, he gropes your boobs, biting his lip as he does.

You rest over the edge of the rock, your smirk and raised brow are what you hope to be indicators of your ‘playing cool’ demeanour despite your misconduct. 

“I might be head over heels for you,” he pauses, letting out a soft groan as his fingertips brush the slimy product of your arousal on the inside of your thigh.

You settle back onto the sandy surface of the water before the rock, murmuring, “Aham?” and biting your lip, your mocking gaze fixed on him.

“But…” he continues, halting only to clear his throat as if to regain his composure. “...it irks me when you blow me so damn well and then deny me the finish.”

“Awh… how dare I, baby Evan, right?” you scowl at him playfully, puckering your lips again in feigned shock. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You feel his erection against your lower stomach as he stretches out over you to grab his floating bow tie. “I’m gonna edge you until you’re crying and begging me to let you cum. Easy peasy.” 

“I’d never beg for you–” You don’t even get to complete your sentence, and his lips collide into yours in a raw, animalistic force that takes you by surprise. You already fold (Question is: when are you not folding for Evan Peters?), even knowing you’re just getting started. 

“You were warned,” he retorts, his voice a deep, commanding growl. Each word carries a weighty timbre, as if it’s coming from the depths of his chest. He ties your wrists above your head, securing them to a small stone jutting from the main rock, leaving you completely at his mercy with no wriggle room.

His lips leave a blazing path of kisses over your cleavage down to your stomach, his hot breath tingling your skin. Spreading your legs, he hovers over you with a sly grin.

You feel his quivery breath on your inner thighs as he plants tender pecks and playful nips, teasingly close to your folds. Arching your back, your dripping pussy convulses in anticipation. He giggles at your reaction, his stare fixed on you. Without warning, his tongue starts lapping up your juices, and you squeal in pleasure.

He can’t help but groan at your taste, his cock twitching in his trousers as he shifts up, his mouth latching onto your clit, sucking and nibbling.

“Fuck!” you gasp, your hands threading into his hair. You hold his face between your legs, and you can practically sense his smirk against your flesh as electricity sparks through you.

When he starts whirling your clit with his tongue, his growls vibrating through your core, you lose your shit. You feel like coming right away as he stimulates your most sensitive spot, but he draws back. “Beg,” he commands through gritted teeth. 

“Never,” you shoot back out of breath, and that’s when he dives in headfirst. His lips suck on your clit even harder while his tongue ruthlessly slides along your slit, leaving you crying out but not yet caving. 

You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms, as you squirm under his touch. But he only tightens his grip on your thigh, devouring you like he’s famished.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he chuckles, momentarily backing away to catch his breath. His tongue then alternates between tracing patterns on your pulsing nub and flicking it with his tip. Your fingers scrape at his scalp as ecstasy builds higher and higher the faster he fucks into you.

He’s so invested in pleasuring you, his tongue twisting and twirling along your gummy, slopping walls. No one has ever volunteered to lick you up, let alone enjoy it themselves and make you see stars so effortlessly. You always had to ask for it like it’s a task, and all your pussy has only known is just some spit, a cursory touch down there just to moisture the area, and all in they went.

Evan’s nose lightly nuzzles against your clit as his tongue does wonders on your sobbing, red cunt, leaving your mind all foggy. You bite down on your hand to contain your moans, but they only get higher, and you accept your fate that you won’t last long.

Not wanting to let up, he merely grunts against you, sending seismic waves through your body that cause your pussy to pulsate around his mouth.

“Evan,” you choke out, tears streaming down your eyes from how amazing he makes you feel. You circle your hips against his face, whining when he pulls his tongue out of you but squealing when he slams two long fingers deep inside, hitting right at your g-spot. 

“Say it,” he hisses against your swollen cunt, his eyes on you. Your hips jolt up, the water becoming all foamy as you splash around, thighs shaking as he licks and fingers you through your orgasm.

“Okay… ahh… okay, f-fuck…” you stammer. “Let me cum p-please… I…I… ahh… I need to please.”

And right there, when you feel drained of dignity, he jams his tongue back inside. He performs a swirling dance, coupled with clit-sucking, that makes you lose your mind, your legs growing wobbly.

“That’s my girl…” he coos. “So fucking pretty for me. Such pretty fucking sounds.”

Your earth-shattering orgasm hits you like an earthquake, and you cry out his name loudly. Your vision blurs as you fight for breath. You’re always so gorgeous when you come for him— splayed out on display, legs spread, pussy leaking, tits flowing as your chest heaves, body coated in a shimmering of sweat. The look of sheer pleasure in your darkened eyes is a sight he’ll never tire of.

He slows his tongue, gently blowing warm air on the sides of your vulva, easing you through the aftershocks of your release. It’s exactly what you need right now to calm down, to be honest. He slips his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips, a greedy look in your eyes as you watch him suck his fingers clean. He nearly makes a show of it, groaning before letting them pop from his mouth.

“I was so right about the sweet taste,” he praises, “almost wondering what I should do with you next.” He smirks crookedly at the way you instantly pout, letting out a soft whine, “what, baby?”

“Need you,” you sigh, smiling lazily at him. 

“Yeah?” his hand comes back between your legs, palming at your throbbing cunt. “Need what? My fingers again?” His index delves back in, but only for one thrust, your pussy fluttering around his finger as it stretches you out, “My mouth? Or something else?”

“Your cock, please!”

He chuckles, reaching up to free you from the confines of his bow tie. You react instantly and lash out at him, plunging deeper into the water, the world above suddenly muted and serene. Underwater, you open your eyes, catching a blurry glimpse of Evan’s sly grin before he propels himself towards you with strong, graceful strokes.

You feel a gush of enthusiasm as he grabs you from the waist, drawing you close. The warmth of his body goes against the cool water, sending a tremor down your spine. With a quick, smooth motion, Evan leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate sub-aquatic kiss.

The sensation is electric. Surrounded by a bubble ring, your bodies entwine as you lose yourselves in each other, the salty water mingling with the sweet heat of the kiss. His hands explore your back, touching the curves of your body in well-executed strokes that make your heart go into override.

You both swim to the surface, gasping for air but not letting go of each other. The crispy evening air clashes sharply with your heated bodies. He breaks the kiss, a teasing spark in his eyes. “So, you accept defeat?” he murmurs huskily, wiping droplets from your plump lips with a mischievous smile.

You giggle, playfully pushing him back with a splash but maintaining the hold you have on him. “Never,” you reply, eyes daring him. He responds with a deep, hearty laugh that rumbles through you before he dives back underwater.

Emerging right in front you with a wide grin, he kisses you harder, hands framing your face, his tongue dancing with yours in a fiery connection. His fingers trace your jawline before tangling in your hair, gently tugging you closer. Your pulse races, and every nerve in your body seems to come alive with his touch.

“Okay, maybe I’ll accept a little defeat on one condition…” you hesitate, smiling bashfully as you run your hands through his hair.

Reciprocating the smile, he sweeps a wet strand of hair away from your face. “What is it? What do you need?" he asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Tell me, Y/N...I know you want it. Don’t be shy.”

You give him another playful nudge, rolling your eyes. “My condition’s that you go full force tonight, and fuck me hard.”

His eye pupils dilate with desire, a crooked smirk forming. “Oh, rest assured I plan to,” he affirms, his voice dripping with anticipation. “Consider it a done deal my dear,” he adds, sealing the “agreement” with one last, lingering kiss.

As you both stroll back to the place Evan recently rented near the venue, the salty night swim still clings on your skin. Your laughter mingles with the gentle chirping of crickets in the distance. Semi-damp from the ocean, the night breeze brings goosebumps.

Evan’s hand is warm and reassuring as he guides you inside. The place is spacious and welcoming, dimly lit with soft, ambient lighting that casts a romantic haze over everything. The furniture is arranged for comfort and intimacy—plush cushions adorn a deep sofa, inviting you to sink in. A rich throw blanket adds warmth. Nearby, a rustic coffee table holds curios and books, complementing the room’s cosy feel.

Tasteful artwork and subtle floral arrangements enhance the tranquil atmosphere, making it the perfect backdrop for a night of both erotic intimacy for cuddles or foreplay and the we-fuck-like-rabbits kind of sex.

He locks the door behind you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re still dripping,” he teases, wiggling his brows with a mischievous grin even though he can clearly tell you’re almost dry.

“I think we should get out of these soaked clothes before we catch a cold,” he advises, tossing the keys in a bowl and peeling off his black blazer. “Then, it’s straight upstairs, hopping into the bed together. Instead of a tea and a blanket, how about we turn up the heat by banging till the crack of dawn?”

Your laughter fills the hallway at his suggestion as you unzip your gown, deliberately pausing halfway to glance back at him cheekily, your clutch bag still in your hands. He’s practically drooling like a cartoon dog, eyeing you. “Yeah, no kidding,” you quip, flashing him a wicked grin.

His gaze follows your every move, drinking in the sight of you, a coy smirk playing on his lips as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. You hold his gaze, daring him to look as you indulge in an impromptu striptease, each movement more sensual than the last.

He draws closer, his belt hanging loose, his shirt already halfway undone, showcasing the taut muscles of his chest. “Let me give you a hand,” he mumbles, deftly gliding the zipper down the curve of your ass.

His fingers travel along your lower back and hipbones, guiding you to turn and face him. Pulling you closer, he plants a trail of kisses from your collarbone to the gentle swell of your breasts.

“You’re not playing fair,” you whisper, your voice low and teasing. “But I love it.”

“Fair is boring and overrated,” he retorts with a smirk, and your breath hitches as his robust hands cup your bare tits, his tongue assaulting your mouth in ways that soak your panties. His hands roam over your body, tracing every contour as if memorising your shape and texture.

The air is charged, dense with unspoken desires. “Y/N,” his lips brush against yours, his hot and laboured breath fanning your face. He hoists you up onto a nearby surface, his bulge pressing against your heat. “I want all of you so badly, I’m not gonna get you pregnant,” he vows, and you both giggle.

For context, you’ve mutually been dealing with some serious baby fever lately and already had the talk—hence the inside joke lightening the mood.

His eyes lock onto yours as he helps you out of your gown, letting it pool at your feet before landing on the floor. He swallows hard at the sight of you in just your underwear. Holding his stare, his tongue gets all tangled with yours, his fingers shifting to stroke the hard nub of your clit. Broken sobs escape your mouth as your hips start to move in sync with the onslaught of his hand, turning you into a writhing, mewling mess.

Just as you feel yourself slipping off the furniture, Evan quickly and safely moves you both to a nearby kitchen chair, positioning you on top of him. Taking control, you roughen the kiss, fully removing his shirt and rubbing your wet centre against his overstimulated, erected member.

In this moment, time stands still, and you lose yourself in the intoxicating bliss of each other’s presence. It’s not just physical; it’s a meeting of minds, a fusion of hearts.

He grips your hips, matching your grinding rhythm as you feel him harden and twitch beneath you. 

“Fuck you’ve got me all wrapped around your little finger,” he growls, his cock almost weeping against your cunt, begging to be paid attention to.

Suddenly, his phone springs to life on the hallway, buzzing insistently, its screen lighting up like a beacon of disruption in the dim room. 

“Leave it,” he groans against your neck, evidently prioritising pleasure over duty. The sound is jarring, opposing the tender whispers and the heated panting that filled the space just moments before.

“Take it, Evan. It might be an emergency,” you prompt, climbing off him while his hands linger on your butt. 

With an exasperated huff, he rolls his eyes as you reach for the device. “It’s my mum,” he grumbles. His thumb hovers over the screen for a moment as if debating whether to answer or decline.

“Just take it,” you persist, and he clicks his tongue, picking it up with a heavy sigh. 

“Hey, mum?”

With a playful peck, signalling your intention to slip away, you mouth, “Give my regards.” 

He smirks slyly and gives your ass a playful smack before you gracefully slither toward the staircase. He watches you ascend with a bitten lip, torn between you and the conversation, only half-listening to his mom. As you reach the midpoint of the stairs, you pause to remove your panties, flicking towards him with a swift flourish. 

With reflexes rivalling those of a wild animal, he snatches them mid-air, his gaze never wavering from yours. Bringing the panties to his nose, he inhales your essence encapsulated within the fabric, a fond smile gracing his lips. Pretending as if you’re no longer around, he theatrically sneaks the underwear in his pocket, giving you a playful wink at the end of his act to reveal his true intentions.

“Yes, mum, the ceremony was spectacular,” he reports, his voice strained with distraction. “No, I didn’t win this time around, but it’s all good. No hard feelings. It was nice to hang out with Michelle and others at the party.”

A brief pause ensues before he adds, “Yeah, Y/N is here with me, says hi. Yes, mum...if you need to be sure of, it’s that I’m taking very good care of Y/N… We’re going to Michelle’s next Thursday for dinner…” His eyes stay locked on you as you reach the top of the stairs, his focus still divided.

You disappear into the bedroom, just as inviting, with a large, plush king-sized bed draped in soft linens. You leave the door slightly ajar and sprawl on the centre of the bed. You hear him carrying over the conversation, clearly flustered. “Soon. We’ll come round soon. Gotta go, mum, but we’ll catch up more tomorrow, okay? I’ll phone you. Kisses to dad and Andrew. Love you all.”

He ends the call hastily, tossing the phone aside, and practically flies up the stairs to join you. Eagerness and passion are written all over his face when he bursts into the room. “Couldn’t wait another sec–” he stops mid-sentence when he catches you right in action, dipping two fingers into your slick folds, mouth agape.

With his blazer and shirt back on probably to facetime his mum, he gulps hard and folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the door frame to admire you. You prop yourself on your elbows, knees bent and facing up as you gather your arousal and bring it up to your clit, swirling it in small, intricate circles.

“That should be my dick doing this to you, baby girl,” he protests, his brows knitted together, his tone rigid yet painted with passion. His expression softens to a hushed murmur when he observes you throw your head back, lips slightly parted in a seductive invite, softly whining his name as you continue to touch yourself.

As if in a trance, he kneels at the edge of the bed, chucking his blazer and shirt away. Crawling up towards you, he peppers tender kisses along your throbbing pussy, making you giggle in delight.

“Then, show me what your dick can do to me,” you challenge with a coy smirk, moaning softly as he licks his way up your lips for a harsh, heated kiss.

He groans, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy and ragged. “God, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me,” he rasps, his voice thick with need.

He floats deep between your open legs, and you help him shuck his trousers off without breaking the kiss. His hand wraps around his cock as you hungrily fondle his muscular upper body, his thumb smearing the pre-cum around it as he lets out a soft grunt, “Fuck… you always get me so hard,” he sighs, his tip sliding along your slippery folds, coating it with your juices.

“Evan…please,” you moan, your hips desperately rocking in tune with his rhythm.

“Please what?” He beckons to you with a tilt of his chin and arches a brow in your direction as he slides a condom along his member. He continues his torturous movement, eliciting louder your whimpers from you.

“I want it.”

His devilish grin expands all over his face as he looks down on you.  “Use your words, baby girl,” he urges as his tongue grazes his side teeth, his lustful eyes narrowing.

“Please, fuck me!”

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby.” He leans over you again, capturing your thirsty lips in a kiss as he lines up his hips. Satisfied moans slip off you both as his cock sinks into your heat. He fills your warmth completely until his hips are seated against yours, and you can both feel your pussy clenching around him. 

“Stay in me for life,” you chuckle breathlessly, and nods eagerly, his hand holding your wrists over your head while pounding in and out with breathy groans.

Your legs eagerly wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into you, and he makes a home in the edge of your lips, his breath searing on your skin as he starts panting. He sets a steady, agonising pace— just fast enough to have you shivering and mewling in his arms but still slow enough to savour every bit of it; to make sure you’re sensing every inch and drag of his thick dick buried in your cunt, to get it wetter with each thrust of his hips.

As you synchronise your tongue sucking with the way he slams into you, he can’t help but moan loud into your mouth, and your stomach flips. He bucks reflexly, and you begin to move up and down his satiny shaft.

“Let me ride you, baby Evan,” you sigh with begging eyes and taunt him by pulling out momentarily to slick his head with your cum.

He clasps onto your hips again and lifts you up. That’s to slide his cock in and join your lips together once more before you get on top. You gasp, clutching the broad, sturdy expanse of his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him.

You begin to bounce on his cock, throwing your head back as he marvels at your breasts, your nipples hard from excitement and titillation. “Boobs for days, I’m the luckiest guy alive,” he cries out, grinning and biting down his lips as he grabs your tits in each hand, kneading the sensitive mounds.

He then levers his torso up so your breasts can jiggle against his chest, his hands behind supporting you on the small of your back. The squelching noises of you pussy mixed with your mutual moans echo through the room, and every time he drives his cock deeper into it, you feel new sensations, your entire body starting to shake in pure euphoria.

“Holy shit, you ride my cock like my little naughty slut,” he praises as his dick drills into you again and again. 

“O-o-nly for you,” you stutter as you plop down on top of him with shallow groans. He smirks knowingly at you, his eyes drowning into yours. Running his fingers across your parted lips, he lets his hand and eyes glide along your upper half. With a hungry growl as if he can’t take it anymore, his hips begin to bounce into the air, making you lightheaded as he snaps into you even harder and faster.

“Don’t cum for your baby Evan just yet,” he pleads as he grabs onto your breasts again, circling his thumb and pointer finger around your erect nipples.

He releases your boobs and moves downwards to grab your thighs, using the leverage to flip you around so you’re on all fours. His hands rest lustfully between your neck and jaw as you look up at him with imploring eyes.

He clutches the back of your head, and your lips collide into a sloppy kiss before he stretches you out again with his impressive length. From that angle, your cunt eats up his cock hungrily as he soon begins to strike your cervix. You feel his cock jump inside you and his body jerks, his balls continuously slapping against your clit.

Your wailing sounds resonate in the room, his grip hardening on your hips and neck, and you know he’ll leave bruises but you couldn’t care less. You’ve never been fucked like this before, and you you’re now addicted. He works hard, drilling into you, until you feel the knot of your release stiffening.

Your legs quiver more as your orgasm rips and shudders through you with newfound potency, heightened by Evan unrelenting thrusts into you at his usual harsh pace.

Tears of overstimulation prickle your eyes until his hips finally still, and he spills his warm, fresh load onto you you with a primal growl. Collapsing lightly onto your back, he affectionately hugs you from behind, peppering soft kisses at the back of your neck with heaving gasps.

Your legs continue to shake as you tightly grip his forearm, your cunt spasming around his cock from the aftershocks of your multiple orgasms.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

“Perfect.” you exhale, smiling faintly, stealing another soft kiss.

The rest of the world fades away, leaving nothing but the two of you, lost in the outcome of pure passion.

You jump from the bathroom and flick off the light switch, the sound of the flushing toilet subsiding in the background. You stride across the dark room, vigorously shaking your hands dry. The moon’s silvery radiance seeps through the window and bathes your naked body, casting attractive shadows on your slender figure. 

You stop by the bedside table and take a few sips of water. Lying in bed, a sheet draped around his lower body and exposing his sculpted chest, Evan spies your every move. In one fluid motion, he sits up with a coy grin on his lips, his gaze always following you.

“You scrubbed every last bit of me in the bathroom, huh?” he mocks with a thumbs up, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

You glance back at him with a smirk, your hair flipping in the air with grace. “Didn’t you take off the condom and splatter all over my thighs? Well, I had to clean your babies off me and pee to avoid a UTI. It’s post-sex 101, didn’t you learn that in school, Mr. Know-It-All?” you fire back with a raised eyebrow. 

He chuckles, unable to resist his eyes wandering over you, appreciating your beauty. “I barely remember my name when I’m with you.” 

You tiptoe your way to him, playfully sweeping the blankets and cushions that now clutter the floor. As you climb up the bed, a mischievous grin adorns your face. With your eyes locked on him, you begin to crawl like a lioness, closing the distance between you with allure. 

His breath hitches as he watches you slither closer to him. Smiling mischievously, his eyes light up with a mixture of anticipation and passion.

He pretends to ponder over something, scratching his newly shaven chin, his eyes squinting in a mock display of deep thought. “Hmm, that’s a tough one. Give me a hint...like the initial?” 

Your eyes widen in theatrical surprise, your mouth resting slightly ajar as you feign mock-offence. You nudge his shoulder away, gently sending him tumbling him back in bed. 

You lie next to him, your eyes fixed on each other. You slide your hand down and playfully squeeze his knuckles together until he winces in slight discomfort. “Does it ring any bells now?” you insist and exert a bit more pressure.

Evan, caught off guard, finally gives in. “Y/N! Y/N! Your name’s Y/N!” he cries out and instinctively grips your wrist in defence, your bracelet subtly clinking.

He takes hold of your other wrist and playfully immobilises you on one of the pillows, sliding on top of you with ease.

You squeak in delight, a giggle rippling off your mouth. “You’re not just awesome, you’re practically a one-woman army,” he chuckles out with a wide grin, unable to look away from you. 

As you stare at each other intently, the erratic tempo of your heartbeats fills the silence. “I love you,” he murmurs out of the blue, his eyes swimming into yours.

Wheezing quietly, your eyes instinctively widen in shock at the three words that hang in the air between them. For a moment, the entire universe seems to stand still, suspended in the gravity of his confession. You feel a rush of emotions flood through you—joy, disbelief, and a profound sense of warmth that flushes your cheek.

“I... I love you too,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. A tremulous smile spreads across your lips, tears glistening in your eyes as he closes the distance between you in a heartbeat.

Without reluctance, you surrender, pouring all the love and tenderness you feel into the kiss.

“Y/N... Tron shoot’s kicking off again soon. Would you come to Canada with me?”

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California Christmas, Pt 8

At home, Kara learns that Winn wants to own some land of his own-- Nia helps him draw up a plan that would let him pay Kara over the course of 5 years for twelve acres of land out of Kara’s two hundred. She agrees, enthusiastically. 

Kara takes a moment for herself later that night, remembering a conversation she had with her mom about relationships and baggage. It makes her think, but before she can come to a conclusion Clark interrupts her thoughts with a hug and an apology for being so angry. They make up with more hugs and promise of cocoa.

The next day, Kara visits her mom’s grave, confessing that she was right all along. She knows Lena’s heart, and she loves Lena with all of her own. She only wishes that her mom had been able to meet her; she would have loved Lena too.

Back in the city, Lena visits the soup kitchen to confront Mike. Mike is totally clueless about the photo and the cheating accusation, and thinks Lena’s anger is about what he told Kara about LuthorCorp pulling funding. He tells Lena he understands that LuthorCorp had to cut corners, but when Lena brings up the cheating, Mike confirms that he and Kara are just friends. 

When Mike explains the photo as being a moment in the performance, Lena believes him. It makes far more sense than Kara going for her dead bf’s brother, anyway. Lena tells Mike that the funding for the soup kitchen is back on-- she’ll cut corners somewhere else.

Lillian calls her a moment later from the beach, inquiring about why the wedding has been called off. Because of course she heard about it from Andrea. Lena explains that she fucked up, and then asks how Lillian could leave her with such a decision about the company. Lillian’s answer is a simple one: because she knew Lena would make the right decision. All she needs to do is follow her heart. 

Which leads Lena to cancel the gala. Ignoring Andrea’s pleas not to, she has the ballroom broken down and the tables put away. When the LuthorCorp CFO comes arrives from Metropolis to ask wtf is going on, Lena asks about her daughter Ruby for the first time in ages. Sam Arias took the CFO position for Ruby, after all-- shouldn’t she be spending Christmas with her daughter instead of schmoozing for money?

Sam, is-- if reluctantly, due to her job description-- supportive of the change in business model.

Furthermore, Lena is stepping in as acting CEO of LuthorCorp, effective immediately. As such, there will be a shift in the company, away from caring solely about shareholders towards caring about the community as well, with 10% of all annual profits going towards various charities around the city. 

Kara hears all of it, having decided to come back for the party. Lena offers her a meal at Mike’s soup kitchen, and when Lena tries to explain how she understands what she did wrong, Kara interrupts her. “I forgive you,” Kara says, taking Lena’s hand. Lena’s speech showed Kara the same Lena who had spent the last year with her at the farm, the real Lena. The Lena who Kara wants to marry. As for the rest, well... they’ll figure something out. Together.

When Kara is called away by one of the kids in the kitchen, Andrea stops by to confirm that they lost their wedding venue. Instead of being angry or disappointed, Lena apologizes to Andrea, for calling things off the way she did. It wasn’t that she never cared... it was just that she had realized that Andrea was who everyone expected her to marry, to the point that she couldn’t figure out if her feelings were really hers or not. Andrea then confesses that maybe she got a little jealous when she saw the rock on Kara’s finger.

“Oh, the rock you told Kara had been on your finger?” Lena asks. Andrea at least has the decency to look ashamed. “If I remember correctly, you kept the ring I gave you.”

At that, Lena joins Kara in the kitchen, leaving Andrea to run into Mike, who introduces himself with a handshake and a charming grin.

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Lena and Kara get married on the vineyard, in front of a small gathering of family and close friends. Kara wears her mother’s dress, just like she always dreamed, when Lena smiles at her from the altar Kara knows her mother is looking down on her with love. Jack even surprises them with a snow machine, showering them with some rare California snowflakes.

And they all live happily ever after.

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14 Ways To Make Your Wedding Guests Happy

1. A Short & Sweet Ceremony

Yes, guests love seeing a couple exchange vows…but let's be real: They're really there for the reception. Keep the ceremony short and sweet, and they'll bounce right out of their seats, ready to get the party started.

2. An Event That Flows

Have you ever been to a reception that dragged on and on? Where people got hungry waiting too long for the food to be served? Where everyone was already tired of sitting, but the toasts hadn't even started yet? If you want to avoid grumpy guests, work with your wedding vendors to ensure a seamless timeline and flow of events from ceremony, to cocktail hour, to reception.

3. Direction

Speaking of flow, guests secretly want to be told what to do. No one enjoys standing around like a deer in headlights wondering where they're supposed to go next. Whether it's wooden signs pointing to the ceremony location, or a seating chart that shows guests where they can hang their jackets, they'll appreciate knowing where they're supposed to be—and when. Just be nice and try to seat everyone next to people they actually like.

4. Good Food

And lots of it! Bonus points if you offer late-night snacks or a dessert table, obviously.

5. The Right Music Mix

For the most part, grandmas aren't fans of gangsta rap. You'll want to stock your playlist with timeless beats that get everyone dancing—young and old alike. The music is what will ultimately create that party atmosphere, so pick tunes that span the generations and appeal to every taste.

6. Comfort

Comfort applies to many aspects of a wedding: the temperature of the venue (indoors and out), the amount of personal space guests have, and opportunities for them to relax during the festivities. Your invitation or wedding website should indicate what dress code will best suit the occasion. Ceremony on a hot beach? Advise shades, sunscreen and sandals, and pick a reception venue that's air-conditioned. Winter wedding? Offer guests a cozy reception room and hot cocoa bar. Be sure your venue (and its restrooms) is wheelchair accessible if necessary. Just remember, comfortable guests are happy guests.

7. Options

Your friends love to drink and dance. Your grandparents would rather treat your wedding like a family reunion and catch up with relatives. The kiddos want to play outside. Keep your diverse groups of guests in mind when planning your reception. Seat your college friends by the bar. Create a quiet lounge area on the opposite side of the room for elderly family members. Make sure there's entertainment for the kids. Win-win-win.

8. An Open Bar

Weddings are about love...and cocktails. And no, you don't have to spend an arm and a leg to host a full open bar for the entire night. Guests will absolutely appreciate hosted beer and wine. Because, free booze.

9. An Alternative To Dancing

Some people can't dance. And they really don't want to look like fools trying. So offer an alternative form of entertainment such as a photo booth, some lawn games, a pool table, etc. Your dance-averse friends will thank you.

10. Childcare

If you choose to include children on the guest list, all the parents will be delighted if there's a designated kid's room, an area with crafts, or some other form of entertainment for the little ones. Hire a reputable wedding childcare company, or a beloved nanny and some of her friends to chaperone, and the parents can enjoy a date night courtesy of your wedding.

11. A Few Good Speeches

Try to stick to two or three speeches by people you've chosen. It's nice to want to open up the floor to anyone who'd like to express their well wishes, but you'll soon regret that decision if your drunk and long-winded yet well-meaning uncle gets a hold of that microphone.

12. Useful Wedding Favors

When in doubt, go the edible route.

13. A Visit (and Photo Op!) with YOU, The Newlyweds

Because let's face it—beyond the free food and drinks, everyone is actually attending your wedding to support YOU. So greet your guests and snap some photos. Make them feel appreciated and show them you're glad they came.

14. A Designated Driver

You don't want your guests to drink and drive, so offer some type of post-wedding transportation. You can rent a shuttle to take guests back to their hotel rooms, pre-purchase some ride credits for them with a service like Lyft Events, or simply set up some strategic carpools. That way, everyone will get home safe—and happy!—at the end of the night.

Anything else you decide upon, whether it's glittering table linens or incredible lighting, will just be icing on the {wedding} cake.

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A Drive Down Memory Lane Chapter 6: Gazing at the Memories

A Jikook Angst/Fluff AU

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After a car accident sends Jungkook into a deep coma, Jimin is forced to relive all of their memories as he awaits his awakening. As each day passes, Jimin grows more and more depressed as Jungkook’s chances of waking slowly start to slip away…

          Jimin sat up in bed when he heard a loud knock on his door, his book dropping to fall against his side. He rolled over to check the time; the clock reading 6:30 in the evening. Forcing himself out of the bed by the third knock he called out, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Pulling on his silk robe over Jungkook’s t-shirt he opened the door. Yoongi stood with his hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket.

        “Hey Jimin.” His voice was deep and rather soothing, “I just came over to check in. MoonRi says you haven’t been to work in a few days so I thought maybe we could grab some food.” He tried his best to smile at the depressed male, the two of them were never as close as Yoongi was with Jungkook. To be honest, Jimin wasn’t close to anyone like he was Jungkook. With the promise of food it took only a small amount of convincing to get the boy to go out with him.

        Yoongi sat in his living room, waiting for Jimin to get dressed into something clean, and something that actually fit him. Jimin emerged from his room, his eye following Yoongi’s gaze, it landed on the guitar that was on a stand by the fireplace. Yoongi had seen the male play plenty of times, he had actually played with him too.

        “I miss hearing him play…” Jimin's soft voice broke the silence, Yoongi turning to face him as he stood up from the couch.

        “I know… I miss playing with him, when he wakes up we will have to play together,” even if Yoongi was trying to lighten the mood, the way his voice sounded, it seemed empty. Yoongi and Jungkook were close friends, had been since the day they met, and to hear him sound so weak was painful.

        Maybe MoonRi didn’t just send him here for me…

        Grabbing a hold of his wallet and scarf, Jimin held the door open for the elder male. They both made their way out of the apartment building and into the busy streets of the city. Conversations filled the air as they spoke about everything and nothing, both too cautious to speak of the beloved Jungkook. After a while of forcing it, the two genuinely began to discuss general topics.

        The two boys stopped by the local sushi bar and took their seats. The restaurant was run by an old lady, she was just like the neighborhood grandma. Jimin used to visit the restaurant all the time when he and Jungkook were only at the dating stage.

        “I saw MoonRi’s dress the other day, she is an incredibly beautiful bride.” Jimin mentioned to the other, which resulted in the man perking up at the mention of his fiancé.

        “She told me that she found a dress. While my mother was upset due to the dress being one that was not seen, she is excited nonetheless.” He spoke with a smile, knowing his mother’s tastes were probably outdated.

        Jimin let out a light chuckle, remembering the horrific dress he found the bride tucked into, “It was… unique to say the least.”

        Yoongi only nodded his head, “Not hard to believe. I am actually starting to get kinda worried about her ,” the man let out a sigh as he sipped from his beer. Jimin couldn't help but scoff.

      “You have nothing to be nervous about. It isn’t like she is going to run away. You know she loves you, has been from the day you two met.” Jimin chuckled softly.

      Yoongi shook his head, “It isn't me I am worried about. I know she wont run off. It’s just… well her mom…”

      Jimin let out an understanding hum at Yoongi's concern. MoonRi’s family life was never the best. She grew up with an elder sister and an abusive mother. The woman left when she was just 12 years old and MoonRi had to grow up fending for herself. Unfortunately for them, her mother would drop in from time to time, reminding the sisters of how bad they were for not trying hard enough to maintain communication. It had almost completely ruined her. Her sister moved to America not soon after graduation and MoonRi was ultimately alone. She often reminded Jimin he was a brother-like figure to her, and he knew it as well. When the girl met Yoongi at first Jimin was skeptical and protective, but soon he realized that their love for each other, was greater than he could ever control.

      “She hasn’t spoken to her mother since her sister’s graduation, so what? 5 years now? And she’s come a really long way. It’s just… I think she had this vision of what her wedding was supposed to be like ever since she was a child. And those visions included her mom. She is being really happy about it, it’s just sometimes I notice she gets kind of quiet…” Yoongi sighed, slouching against the table. Jimin stretching over to lightly pat his shoulder.

        “It will all work out though, you two are getting married after all, and in a month those worries will be gone. The wedding will be over and she will be Mrs. Min.” he smiled at Yoongi, who much like a puppy, cheered up at the mention of his marriage.

        The two received their food soon after. It didn’t take long for either of the boys to completely devour the rolls, Yoongi eating Jimin’s leftovers. The two talked a bit more about the wedding plans. The colors, the cake, the venue, and all sorts of details the couple had been planning in their spare time. They continued their talk on the way to the park across the way. The soft glow of the street lamps lit the way down the path.

      They both got hot cocoas from a stand in the dimly lit park and decided to take a seat. The two men fell into a rather comfortable silence, sipping at their steamy hot drinks, both lost in thought.

      Jimin’s head leant back as his eyes looked passed the silhouettes of the leaves, watching the soft light of the stars peek through. Just between two branches Jimin could see the full moon.

      Our honeymoon…

      The moon was glowing bright, casting its light down on the beach. Jimin lay on his back, his head being cradled by his husband’s arm. A towel separated the newlyweds from the grainy sand below them, the gentle sounds of the wave lulling the two.

      “I love the moon…” Jimin whispered out gently, his body nuzzling closer to the male next to him. He heard a hum from the male, one of curiosity. “She works in perfect balance, she gives the night sky life. She controls the waves and the tide. But her magnificent beauty comes from the sun, in a perfect balance…” Jimin had begun to ramble, speaking in such a philosophical way.            

      Jungkook turned his head to lock his gaze with his husbands, “You’re full of odd things, you know that?” he chuckled playfully and deflected a light blow to his stomach. His large, rough hand took a hold of Jimin’s small and gentle one, “You know I love you.” He tried to play off innocently, Jimin’s laughter filled the calm, misty air.

      Jimin rolled over, seating himself on top of the male, his hand still gently locked with that of his husband as he pinned them to the towel. “And you are also full of shit, you know that?” Jimin laughed down at the male when he received a pouty face. “Oh don’t even try that on me, I am not going to fall for your puppy dog look every time your ego gets damaged.”

      “Ouch,” Jungkook spoke in a pained tone before chuckling. “You know you should kiss me as an apology.

      “Oh, should I? But I have done nothing wrong,” now it was Jimin’s turn to play the innocent one.

      Soft laughs left the two just as Jungkook closed the distance. The newlyweds shared a gentle kiss under the moon, they shared many things that night, their hopes and fears of the future, the love they both shared, their dreams and wants, everything. That night they were bound by more than just the ring they both wore, the vows that they swore; they were one with each other bound by love. A bond so rich it could never be broken. Witnessed only by the moon herself.

      The two found themselves laying on the towel, a blanket shielding them from the outside, stole kisses being taken with each moment. Even with the moon still high in the sky the clouds began to roll in. And before they knew it the two of them had been drenched from head to toe. With a scream and a yell Jimin grabbed the blanket, wrapping up himself as he darted for the dimly lit beach house. Laughter erupted from the two as they ran through the wet sand, Jungkook chasing after Jimin.

      For a moment Jimin felt warm,

      But then he felt icy cold... 

      “Jimin! Jimin if you just sit there you’re going to catch a cold!” Jimin was brought back to reality, the light mist of the nearby sprinkler had near doused him by then. The boy was slow to move, picking himself off of the bench he walked with sluggish movements over to the dry male standing on the path.

      The gentle winter breeze that had yet to bring the warm spring air, froze Jimin to the bone. His small and skinny frame shivered as his body tried to warm itself.

      “Jimin? Are you okay? Here let me take you-,“ Jimin knew what the elder was offering but he had to decline.

      “No, no. I’m fine. I’ll see you soon.” Even though the boy was shaking his voice was calm and empty. It was as if the boy’s life had been washed away by the cold water. He left a slightly confused, and an incredibly concerned Yoongi behind.

      Wet, cold, and alone Jimin headed back to his apartment. His arms wrapped around his shivering torso as tears uncontrollably fell. The young man drowned himself in deep thoughts, oblivious to notice that he was wandering unknown streets. His eyes were blinded by the pain that seeped through. With a loud yet angelic gong emitting from the tower, the distracted male failed to notice that the clock struck midnight.

      It has turned to a month and two weeks.

      Can I really keep this up?

Chapter 7: Childish Wishes 

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We loved this 310 Lakeside Fall Wedding.

Of course this 310 Lakeside Fall Wedding was a perfect send off for the couple. Certainly the energy of a Wedding in Downtown Orlando cannot be surpassed. Lake Eola ins not only a great spot for Downtown Orlando Engagement Photos, but there’s more. Especially since it can become a gorgeous nighttime backdrop for your wedding. Without a doubt, the lights of the fountain really play well against the night skies in Downtown Orlando. All in all, a wedding at 310 Lakeside really is a magical affair. We know. We had or own downtown wedding reception there.

Plan your very own 310 Lakeside Fall Wedding.

Of course, planning a 310 Lakeside Fall Wedding can be so much fun. Especially for fall Sunrise and Sunset Wedding Photos.  Certainly those are some of the top must have engagement photos in Orlando. We really mean it. Certainly this one was no exception. Because the couple was so much fun. Of course, you can certainly find some amazing Orlando Outdoor Wedding Ceremony Locations as well.  Nonetheless, our gear worked overtime. Without a doubt, we really had to keep up with this family. For example, earlier it was very warm in the day. Basically, the weather was not cooperating. Overall the family loved us.

Despite the heat, we made it work. a 310 Lakeside Wedding really fits the bill. Equally challenging was the drive between ceremony and reception. Following the limo was the best plan. We made it happen. In any event, the evening progressed. Even at an Unplugged Wedding. We loaded our gear. We set up for the photos. The bride and Groom walked in. We captured their love. The goal is to make them look natural in their Wedding images at their 310 Lakeside Fall Wedding.

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Although Wedding Photographers in Orlando are many, your options are limited only by your budget and wedding day vision. Certainly, finding your perfect Wedding Photographer is really important for your biggest day. And here is why we believe this. Of all the vendors hired for family celebrations, selecting the best of dual wedding photographers Orlando insures that your entire day is captured beautifully. Because, you and your new family absolutely deserve the very best.

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A wedding can be held almost anywhere. The possibilities are endless when choosing for your venue for the special occasion. Some people prefer to follow the oldest tradition where the event will be placed on the church. Some people opt in going for a hotel or a restaurant ceremony. There are other people who want to have an adventure and choose for beach weddings Cocoa Beach. Having a wedding in the beach is perfect for couples who are laid back and wants to have an adventure. Mostly, these couples want to see or experienced something different from traditional methods and styles of ceremonies. Choosing this option will make couples throw away their dream dresses but opting for something embellished and flouncy. But it does not matter because the experience is unbelievable. Since a lot of beaches are public properties, anyone can have an event on it. However, many swimmers and beachgoers will access on the entire space as well. Couples who want to have everything to be private must choose a property that provides exclusive spaces for their clients. Make sure to reserve the area months before the occasion. When choosing this route, couple swill be saving a great deal amount of money. The decorations will not be as complicated compared to traditional weddings. The simplistic beauty of the beaches will provide the best decorations which is essential for the event. The blue sea, white sands, palm trees will be provided for the backdrop without having to spend any money for it. Simplicity becomes beauty. There is no need to decorate the venue because nature has provided the best decoration that can be found. The warm and cozy beach, the sweet breeze of the ocean and the white soft sand on the shoreline is the perfect decoration. There is no price that can be attached on the decorations for this type. Consider the noise that will happen around the surrounding. The sound of the waves may become a problem when its crashing the edges on the shores. To minimize the sounds of waves, it is important to get a professional sound system and amplify its power. Getting a screen for the microphones is vital so the wind will not affect the output of sounds. One thing to consider is the location of the venue. Accessibility is important especially if there are going to be some old people and children who will be walking down the road or shore. Ensure that there is tables and chairs prepared and everything must be delivered to the area with no problem at all. A destination wedding may seem pricey when thinking about the venues. But there are many places that offer a low price for the best venue. When choosing a venue at the beaches, a lot of things have already been prepared firsthand which saves trouble of decorating the entire place. Dress codes are just casual, exotic flowers and amazing seafood are already being given and provided by the venue. Take the time to conduct research first before choosing a venue. It is vital to know the features that the venue can added for the ceremony. Even though many beaches offer similar advantages, some are not created equally. Its better to know what kind of amenities does the resort provides and the environment it possess.

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By Paul Smith

Wedding is the best time of many couples who wanted to be united in the holy matrimony. There are many things to think about when it comes to holding such a special occasion. Decorations, dresses, gowns, foods, cakes and a lot of things need to be well though t out perfectly to ensure that the entire day will become special. If you prefer to have a quiet and simple, then choose beach weddings Cocoa Beach. Many people assume that having their wedding on the beach will remove the sanctity and elegance that the venue presents. However, this is not entirely true. This type of venue have a lot of advantages because it can be designed into something sophisticated and elegant if you so desire. When planning for the wedding at the beach, understand that there will only be a few guests who will attend the ceremony. However, this is a bonus rather than a disappointment. Couples will have the time to entertain all of their guests. Unlike traditional types, couples will only have to talk for a few minutes per guests that attend. There is no need to worry about getting permits for the ceremony. But it is important to make sure so everything will become legitimate. Some venues will have strict restrictions towards, alcohols, music and bonfires. If there is no permit needed, then consider the fees, liability insurance and approval process. Its better to be safe rather than sorry. There is no need to decorate the venue because nature has provided the best decoration that can be found. The warm and cozy beach, the sweet breeze of the ocean and the white soft sand on the shoreline is the perfect decoration. There is no price that can be attached on the decorations for this type. The best thing about beaches is that the setting itself is very romantic and perfect for the special occasion. With the beautiful ocean behind, the cold breeze from the sea, and the sunlight that beams on the waves will make couples have a romantic ceremony. Couples can also take a stroll during the evening before going to their honeymoon. Preparing yourself for the event at the beach is very unforgettable. You will experience the best hotels where the staff will take care of your attires and other essentials. This will make the entire process enjoyable and most of all, stress free. The main reason why many people nowadays are choosing for weddings on the beach is because of the beauty it provides. There is nothing else better than having married with nature as the backdrop. With the perfect backdrop, it will only need a few more decorations to make the entire place stunning. The most important for the wedding is that it should be according to your own preference. While most venues offer a lot of cool things and excitement, it is still important to follow your heart and spouse. At the end of the day, it is your decision that will be followed.

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