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Ono Island Alabama: Beyond Calm Coasts

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Living The Ono Island Alabama Lifestyle

Ono Island, Alabama is the perfect choice for a Gulf of Mexico getaway! It’s essentially the worst-kept secret. It’s entirely too popular for that! Like all of the barrier islands in the area, it features a sugar-white sandy coastline as far as the eye can see. The crystal blue gulf is easy to become obsessed with and will make any Thalassophile jealous! You might even spot Ariel looking for thingamabobs with that Flounder fella. It’s a fun and lazy “Hakuna Matata” no-worries vibe wrapped around your relaxation for those very special days of leisure. But make no mistake! Those days here are also choc full of some of the best excitement we’ve come across in a long time. We're talking epic days of intense water activities, as well as classic southern immersion and good old days spent in the shade! If your heart is yearning for that seaside adventure that will bring it back to life, this amazing coastal community has your back. It’s time to start dotting your map with all of the summertime activities to be had here!

Discovering Natural Marvels

When folks describe Ono Island, it’s all a seaside paradise should be. It’s tranquil calm nestled into the cradle of pristine natural beauty, the kind of place that greets you with open arms and teases you with a full sensory experience. Who needs to be locked in an escape room? Escape into nature, like the locals do year-round. Feel the wind, soak in some vitamin D, and truly begin to run from the chaos. As the gulf waves welcome you in and line the immaculate beaches in this area, the warmth of the sun on your face may push you over the edge. You’ll be sitting in a beach chair in no time. Recover at your leisure for the rest of the day or continue on for a full day of swimming and other beach activities. Or beachcomb to your heart’s content, as different shells wash up with every tide, and, more often than not, you’ll have the beach to yourself.

In addition to the memorable traits that define Ono Island, perhaps the most exceptional attribute of all is the island’s almost complete lack of commercial development. In short, this makes Ono Island one of the last places along the Gulf Coast where you can live in beautiful harmony with the area’s lush natural landscape. No blocked waterfront homes, no high-rise buildings, and absolutely nothing but the same views and tranquil environment you’d expect from a gorgeous living island. In fact, Ono Island features the sort of elegant waterfront homes that invite you to stroll with the island, and it’s these sorts of homes that truly solidify the reputation of the exclusive and discreet coastal living that Ono Island Alabama is known for.

In the end, Ono Island Alabama delivers more than just an unforgettable coastal retreat. What it gives you is a lasting impression of a deep-rooted connection to the world around you — one that lingers long after you’ve left its shores. It’s a place that stays with you and lingers. So come and discover the natural wonders this coastal gem has to offer. Your voyage of discovery and serenity awaits on Ono Island.

Adventure Activities on Ono Island

The exclusive lifestyle afforded residents of the private, gated community of Ono Island doesn’t mean that cheap thrills are annoyingly distant from this luxury community. For the neighbors in the area surrounding Gulf Shores, there are plenty of diversions to punctuate days that — rather than destroy the peace and beauty of Ono Island — only offer different points of view of its riches.

You’ll be seeing more than just a bird’s eye view if you take to the sky. One creative way to suss out Ono Island is to give BeachFlight Aviation a ring. Whenever you feel like it, you can take a gyroplane flight. It’s the ultimate way to go around, mixing in the thrill of flying and the sights of a lifetime along the coast. If you’re an adrenaline junkie, or you just can’t get enough of the endless stretch of sandy beaches and azure waters, the lift-off is half the fun.

If you prefer the thrill of water-based activities, Sea View Tours, based out of Caribe Marina, has you covered. They offer enchanting night kayak trips that let you paddle under a canopy of stars. The tranquil waters and starlit skies make for an unforgettable nocturnal adventure, providing a unique way to experience the Gulf Coast.

Additionally, the Flora-Bama Marina and Watersports offer boat and waverunner rentals for a day filled with sun, spray, and speed. Navigate through the Intracoastal waters of the Old River that runs between Perdido Key and Ono Island. There's nothing quite like the exhilaration of skipping over the waves or exploring secluded coves at your own pace.

So, in reality, a quiet residential space doesn’t mean you have to be stuck on your couch watching the slow-paced transition of the scenery. You can also get a feel of the area’s pulse by pumping up your blood with adventure. Residents of this luxurious neighborhood are never too far away from the fun. The area is proof that being secluded does not mean you’re trapped. Live life and max it out.

Cultural and Culinary Delights

Spending long days out and enjoying the life you earned is no easy feat! It’s both exhausting and appetite-inducing. You can get your stomach pretty worked up with all the activities you’ll have lined up. And while making plans to eat after you’ve had your day out can seem daunting, there are great options for you to visit. Exploration doesn’t only happen in the sand. It can happen on your tongue too. Get ready to map out various flavors you won’t want to miss. Here are a few honorable mentions: Flora-bama Lounge and Oyster Pub: This traditional roadhouse-style pub is well-known for its live music and fun atmosphere. It has received several awards from various organizations, including Best Beach Bar and Best Bar in the US. View our snapshot of Flora-bama. Thus, you really have to go to Florabama to see why everyone is talking about it, whether it's for the Mullet Toss or its main event.

Voyager: You have to pass through another restaurant to get here. It makes you feel like you're heading somewhere special or that you're in a hidden speakeasy. The atmosphere is welcoming and inviting. You can start with a couple of cocktails for an amazing night out. To get you ready for the entrée, quickly follow it with the appetizer of flying fish spring rolls. The flaky Gulf grouper and the succulent tenderloin are two of the main courses commonly requested by patrons. But wait till the sweets take center stage—lemon meringue pie and banana passion delight are the audience favorites.

If you’re having doubts about moving to Ono Island Alabama, these reasons may be enough to sway you. But if you’re still looking for reasons to go from metropolitan to coastal, take a look at the listings for beautiful homes here: https://localpropertyinc.com/eastern-shore/ono-island-properties-for-sale/

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myronhomesblog-blog · 7 months

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Happy Navaratri!!

Embracing the divine energy of Shailputri on the first day of Navaratri.

#myron homes #navaratri #dussehra #hyderabad #real estate #investment #openplotsforsale #myron #open plots in hyderabad #resort

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cleo-fox · 9 months

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Close Quarters

Part 1 of 2

Summary: “You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

Your job, as it turns out, is to go undercover at a luxury resort.

The only problem? Your fake husband is Loki Laufeyson—the infuriatingly handsome Norse god turned Avenger who delights in making you flustered. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (Minors DNI), dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, elevator sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, a hint of dom/sub, Dom Loki.

A/N: there will be a part 2. Also have a handful of related one shot ideas, so if people like this, I may post those. This is also posted on AO3.

Your self-sufficiency has always been a point of pride for you, both personally and professionally. The highlight of your career was overhearing Nick Fury say that he didn’t need to send in a team of people for a mission so long as he had you on the payroll. You are calm, competent, and ruthlessly efficient; you are used to relying only on yourself.

So it comes as something of a surprise when Fury informs you that Loki Laufeyson will not only be accompanying you on this undercover mission, but will also be taking the lead.

It takes a lot to render you speechless these days, but this does it. You gape at Fury for a moment before you’re able to speak.

“You never send me in with anyone,” you say.

“This mission requires a unique skillset.”

You scoff. “He can’t do anything that I can’t.”

Fury raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. “Really? How’s your conversational Sokovian?”

There’s, of course, no argument to be made with this. Your lips press into a thin, hard line. “I still don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

Your job, as it turns out, is to play the part of Nina Pine.

Nina Pine is bubbly and vivacious, the sort of person you’d see in the society pages. She wears designer clothes and owns jewelry that is so ostentatious and expensive that it looks like it must be fake. She is not particularly bright or talented; she is the product of good luck and generational wealth.

Three weeks ago, Nina married Jonathan Pine, who she met six months ago at the home of a mutual friend. Jonathan does something in finance that sounds like it’s just a tarted up version of gambling, but with more complicated rules and less oversight. It is Jonathan’s higher tolerance for risk (and healthy trust fund assets) that has him considering an investment in KorolCo, a company owned by Ivan Litvinchuk. Litvinchuk uses KorolCo as a front to launder money from illegal arms deals.

Loki would be going undercover as Jonathan. Your new husband.

You are not particularly happy about this little detail (a detail that Fury mysteriously failed to mention when you met with him), in no small part because Loki has already started leveraging it to annoy the shit out of you.

“How are you already this annoying when we’re still in prep?” you say after a particularly exasperating meeting.

“I’m simply overcome by my love for you,” says Loki with a cloying faux sincerity that makes you yearn for the sweet release of death.

Fury, you note, is suspiciously unavailable during all of this. After ignoring three of your (admittedly lengthy) emails on the subject, he sends you a frustratingly short reply:

Do your job, Agent.

Maybe you’ll take up meditation.

If there’s a bright side to what appears to be a massive clusterfuck in the making, it’s that you’ll at least get a free vacation of sorts

The mission will be taking place at The Indigo, an absurdly expensive and exclusive hotel on a private beach not far from La Jolla Cove. The Indigo is the sort of place that you’d only read about—the kind of hyper exclusive resort that is only ever mentioned in damning Pro Publica reports about the questionable actions of high ranking public officials. Rooms start at fifty thousand a night and you are staying in one of the suites, which likely costs more. Your room information was included in your briefing materials and it all sounds too good to be true: a soaking tub and waterfall shower. Private terrace with an infinity pool. Private bar. In-suite chef and spa services by appointment. Ocean view.

One Norse god who delights in irritating you (non-negotiable).

You suppose you’ll try and make the best of it.

The first problem is your sleeping arrangements: there’s only one bed. Granted, it’s a big bed, but still—it suggests a level of intimacy that you had not thought about and are not at all prepared for.

“Well, Agent, this isn’t how I envisioned taking you to my bed, but I suppose it’ll have to do,” says Loki on your first evening there.

You chuck a pillow at him, which he easily dodges.

“Keep it up and you can magic yourself a pillow and sleeping bag and sleep in the hall,” you say.

“Even if that were an appropriate accommodation for someone of my rank and title, I rather think it would do some damage to our cover.”

He has a point and you don’t like it. You decide to ignore him and start getting ready for bed.

The pajamas that had been packed for you are a little fancier than what you’re used to—satin and lace instead of cotton tees and shorts. Normally, you’d relish the opportunity to feel a little fancy—it’s an unexpected indulgence, a splurge on the company dime.

But with Loki now thrown into the equation, you are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that the fabric will likely cling to your curves, that the hem of the skirt is just a little too high. You choose the most demure one of the lot—a pale rose colored thing hemmed with lace—and head to the bathroom to change.

Even with the matching robe, you still feel a little awkward and oddly nervous. You avoid looking at Loki—if his gaze is lingering on your legs or your hips, you don’t want to know about it right before you hop into bed with him—and go about your normal routine. You manage to have a relatively normal conversation about your plan for tomorrow and you read a couple chapters of your book before you start to drift off.

It’s a king sized bed with plenty of room, but somehow you wake up perched near the edge of the bed with Loki pressed up against your back.

He’s got one arm wrapped around your waist so that you’re pinned against him and the deep, even breaths brushing against the back of your neck tell you he’s still asleep. You’re pretty sure this must have been unintentional on his part: Loki doesn’t seem like the sort to willingly allow himself to be seen seeking out human contact. It’s too vulnerable, too soft for the sharp and sarcastic veneer he presents to the world.

He shifts slightly in his sleep, his grip on you tightening. Something hard pokes against the curve of your ass.

You can’t help the responding ache between your legs. You should feel embarrassed—and you do, just a little—but there’s a competing feeling of warm curiosity that makes you press your thighs together. It’s been a while and you miss being held like this. The silk of your nightgown is cool and slippery against your skin, and you feel oddly restless and alert despite the early hour.

You should put a stop to this—that is the professional and sensible thing to do. So you carefully lift his arm from your waist and gently extricate yourself from his embrace. You pad to the bathroom, leaving the light off to spare your eyes.

In the bathroom, you run the tap as cold as it will go. You cup your hands and drink before splashing some water on your face in an effort to quell the restless heat building between your thighs.

It doesn’t really work. You’re not entirely surprised—if you were by yourself, you would simply take care of it, but that’s obviously not an option now. Out of curiosity, you slip your fingers between your thighs to assess the state of things and you immediately regret it: you’re soaked and just the feeling of your index finger glancing against your clit is enough to undo the admittedly minimal effect of the cold water.

You splash your face again and shut off the tap, taking a few deep breaths and smoothing your hands against your hair.

You exit the bathroom and slide back into bed. Loki reaches for you in his sleep and you are only half surprised when you let him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him. The throbbing ache between your thighs intensifies and before you can think about it, your back is arching and your breath is hitching.

He pulls you closer and suddenly his breath is warm on your ear. “You know, if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, only a little husky with sleep.

“This is a bad idea,” you say, even as your back arches again and you press yourself against him.

Lips press against where your neck and shoulder meet. “But you want it.” His fingers toy with the hem of your nightgown. “Yes?” he asks, his voice husky against your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Agent.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Agent.”

Your eyes flutter open. Loki is standing at the foot of the bed, hair wet, and wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he says. “You need to shower and dress if we’re to make it to breakfast on time.”

It takes you a moment to process this information. Partly because he just woke you up from a sex dream about him and partly because wearing only a towel should be fucking illegal when you look like that. You try to keep your eyes trained on his and not let them drift to his flat stomach where you can see a faint smattering of chest hair that gathers in a line that trails directly to his cock. And definitely not to any of the muscles that are on tantalizing display and dotted by drops of water that are begging to be licked away. Nope. Not looking at any of that. Just at his devastatingly handsome face.

Fuck.

“Agent?”

You shake your head. “Sorry. Bit groggy this morning. Finish up what you were doing and I’ll go jump in the shower.”

He gives you a bit of an odd look, but mercifully walks away without further comment.

This gives you an opportunity to stare at his broad back as he walks away. Goddammit, even his ass looks good in that towel.

Fuck.

You have a feeling this is going to be a long week.

It’s only day one and it’s becoming clear to you that you are not really prepared for some of the practicalities of being Loki’s wife.

Specifically: being the primary focus of his flirtations and little gestures of affection. His hand on the small of your back, his fingers lacing with yours, the brush of his lips against the back of your hand or the shell of your ear—it’s all a little overwhelming in a way you don’t expect. It was one thing when he was razzing you in your prep meetings—he was quite clearly doing it to be irritating. But at The Indigo, he has to appear sincere for your cover and that particular detail makes it a different beast entirely.

The fact that both his regular appearance and the blond-haired, blue-eyed glamor he’s adopted for the mission are both devastatingly handsome certainly doesn’t help. Nor does the additional baggage of your sex dream this morning.

Unfortunately for you, Loki quickly ascertains that he now has a great and novel way to fluster you. Equally unfortunate is the fact that he seems to find this as hilarious as he did back in prep meetings, which prompts him to be only more outlandish.

“Are you trying to sabotage this?” It’s later that afternoon and you’ve gone down to the pool with the plan of schmoozing with Litvinchuk and his associates. Loki has clearly decided that this needs to be more difficult than it is and has fully committed to the bit, as they say.

(You’ve also gotten very good at whispering threats under your breath and making it look like you’re flirting; the timing of this is not a coincidence).

“I don’t know why you’re so distraught about sunscreen,” says Loki, rubbing a generous amount between his palms.

“It’s not the sunscreen, it’s that you’re going to find some way to be inappropriate about it.”

“I’d never.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“You wound me.” He places his hands on your shoulders and begins rubbing in the sunscreen, going much slower than you think is strictly necessary. “Perhaps this trip is merely bringing out our natural chemistry.”

“You wish.”

“Is it the hair that does it for you, Mrs. Pine? Do you have a particular fondness for blonds?”

“Do you have a fondness for being murdered in broad daylight? Because that’s the fate you’re headed towards, buster.”

He tuts at you as his hands slide to the small of your back. “Temper, temper. You really need to work on that.”

“Have you considered working on not annoying the ever-loving shit out of me?”

His breath is suddenly warm against your ear. “Now where’s the fun in that? And before you answer, be advised that Tarasevich is looking right at us.”

Fuck. Tarasevich is the most suspicious and paranoid of the lot—years in the Sokovian mafia paired with recreational drug use will do that to a guy. You turn so that you’re facing Loki. He looks at you fondly, looking for all the world like a loved up newlywed just smitten with his new wife.

“One of these days, I’m going to drop kick you into the motherfucking sun,” you say in the sweetest voice that you can muster.

“Now, now, Mrs. Pine, let’s keep the foreplay in the bedroom.” He rests his forehead against yours, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “There’s such a thing as public indecency laws, you know.”

You sigh heavily. “Why are you like this?”

“Oh, because it’s so much fun.”

“Is he still looking?”

“Yes and I’m going to kiss you to put him off, so do try to contain yourself.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage.”

You catch a flicker of a smile before he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You intend for this to be brief, but his mouth is so warm and inviting and before you know it, he’s gently coaxing your lips open and leading your tongue in a slow and seductive caress that has your mind drifting straight to the gutter.

His hand slides to your thigh and you can’t bring yourself to be mad about it.

“Ah, Pine. Mixing business and pleasure, I see.”

You pull back from Loki to find Ivan Litvinchuk standing in front of you, wearing the smug, congratulatory smirk that you often see men like him trading with one another when they think they’re getting somewhere with a woman.

“Normally I try not to, but I’ve found it rather impossible these last three weeks, haven’t I, darling?” Loki takes the opportunity to loop his arms around your waist and pull you into his lap, nuzzling your neck.

You give a good natured laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone would fault me when I have such a tempting little wife.”

This, paired with the squeeze of his hand on your thigh, sends an unexpected rush of heat to your cunt. Fortunately, the effects of this are quickly tempered when you notice that Litvinchuk is eyeing you rather appreciatively. The wardrobe team has really outdone themselves with your clothes, but the swimsuits they’ve sent are definitely more revealing than you are used to—today’s choice is a bikini with a split sweetheart neckline that dips a lot lower than you’d like and a fucking underwire in the top. Underwire! The bottom is no better—it’s both low rise and high cut, the perfect way to ensure that half of your ass is exposed at any given time. Even in the matching translucent cover up—which of course you’ve left on the chair that Litvinchuk is standing in front of—you feel a little more bare than you’d like, a fact that Litvinchuk seems to be appreciating, if the path of his gaze is any indication.

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Pine,” he says, his eyes flicking briefly to your cleavage.

You expertly tamp down your disgust and smile at Litvinchuk before turning around to bat your eyes at Loki.

“You are, aren’t you?” you say, twining your arms around his neck and planting a brief, chaste kiss on his lips.

He gives you a dazzling smile that’s so sincere it makes your stomach flip. “Very much so.”

Another squeeze of your thigh, more heat to your cunt. Fuck.

“Well, Pine, when you are ready to discuss more business—” Here he switches to Sokovian.

This is the part you dislike the most about this particular mission: whenever anything of substance comes up, Litvinchuk and his cronies immediately switch to Sokovian, leaving you in the dark.

To add insult to injury, Litvinchuk still seems infatuated by your cleavage.

Litvinchuk says goodbye a few minutes later and you manage to bite your tongue until he’s out of earshot.

“I really don’t love the fact that he spent half of that conversation sneaking looks at my boobs,” you say quietly.

“Well, to be fair, they do look spectacular,” says Loki. “I’ll have to send a thank you note to the wardrobe team for that.”

Heat stirs hopefully and unhelpfully in your hips at that comment.

“This is what I meant by being inappropriate, you know. Did he have anything interesting to say?”

“He’s invited me to a game of cards this afternoon.”

“Do you need me for that? I could go try and talk to the wives, see what I can find out.”

“Originally, I’d thought no, but since dear Ivan seems so enamored of your assets, it might not be a bad idea to have you come along.”

You sigh. “How am I now at the point in my life where letting an illegal arms dealer stare at my tits is a fucking mission objective?”

Loki laughs quietly. “We’ll keep that out of the final report.”

The card game ends up being a lot worse than you thought it would be. And not because of Litvinchuk’s wandering eyes.

They’ve set up the game on the pool deck tables and chairs. As best as you can tell, it’s a Sokovian twist on a combination of rummy and poker. You’re not the only woman at the table: a few of the other men have their girlfriends or mistresses draped over them like strange human scarves, though their roles seem to be largely decorative.

Loki makes a big show of pulling you into his lap, saying how he just can’t bear to be apart from his new wife for terribly long.

“Ah, young love,” says Mikhnevich. “I remember when my Irina and I were like this.”

“Now she begs for him to leave the house!” says Litvinchuk. There’s a hearty round of laughter—it’s not a particularly funny joke, but you suppose that’s one of the benefits of moving up in the world of crime: people will laugh at your jokes because they’re afraid you’ll kidnap their families or something. It’s all very dysfunctional.

Loki makes an effort to teach you the game, but Nina is not the sort who pays very close attention to that kind of thing, so you find yourself giggling and letting him steal kisses or whisper in your ear as he explains some strategy or another.

There are several problems with this arrangement. The first is that you are positioned on his lap in such a way that you can feel his cock nudging your ass or your thigh, depending on how he’s sitting. And it’s close enough proximity for you to ascertain that he is long, thick, and semi-erect.

The second problem is his thigh; specifically, how it presses against your cunt, how every time Loki leans forward to draw a card, he inadvertently rocks you against the firm muscle. Each time, it feels better than the last; each time, you clench and ache and talk yourself out of riding his thigh until you have a screaming orgasm right on the pool deck. Each time, the idea becomes more and more tempting.

The third problem is his hands. Specifically, where and how they are wandering. He plays it off like it’s unintentional, like he’s just absently fidgeting with the part of your suit that lays against your hip or idly drawing lazy circles on your thigh. You can’t help but think that it must be calculated. He’s spent the last twenty-four hours intentionally trying to drive you crazy–there’s no way that he would pass up an opportunity to play his little games without you scolding him or rolling your eyes.

The fourth problem is that the first three problems are turning you on a lot.

Your clit seems to swell with every pass of his fingertips on your bare skin, no matter how casual. It drags against the slick material of your swimsuit every time you shift on Loki’s muscular thigh. You can feel yourself growing slicker and slicker with every moment. Eventually, it becomes too much and you try to shift in his lap, crossing your legs to give yourself a little relief.

This does exactly nothing useful. Instead, your movement causes his cock to twitch against you, which only escalates your growing arousal. He hooks the elastic of your suit at your hip onto his thumb and pulls, letting it snap back against your skin. His expression is playful when you look up at him, but there’s a fire in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

You are throbbing, your cunt practically weeping with slickness. And you’re pretty sure he knows.

And you’re pretty sure you don’t mind.

You lick your lips.

He hooks his thumb back into your suit at the hip, and this time he leaves it there, his fingers splayed along the curve of your hip. It’s casually possessive and ridiculously hot and the polar opposite of helpful.

He definitely knows.

Your heart is pounding. Can you go into cardiac arrest from being too turned on? You wish you could use Google. At a minimum, some sort of visual equivalent of a cold shower would be helpful. Pictures of Henry Kissinger or something. Budget reports. Taxes. Anything to get your mind off your aching cunt and the mess that you’re making in your swimsuit.

“I think you could do with a bit of a lie down, Mrs. Pine.” Loki's voice is low in your ear. “You seem…warm.”

You would have thought that Loki knowing about your current state of arousal would be cause for humiliation, if not irritation. Instead, it only seems to add fuel to the fire, especially with the way he’s talking to you. You’re not sure how he’s doing this, but it feels like his fucking voice is vibrating in the cradle of your hips, sending a fresh wave of slick arousal to your dripping cunt.

“Yeah,” you say. “Very warm.”

It’s perhaps a testament to your current state of mind that you can only manage this sentence and not some smart remark.

“Would you like my help with that, darling?” he asks. The phrasing is innocent, but the question is loaded. And sincere. You take in a shaky breath. You know all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but you also can’t bring yourself to say no. He may be wildly irritating, but you suspect he’s likely a good fuck…and you really need to be fucked.

You nod. “Yeah…I’d like that.”

“We’ll go up to the room after this game ends,” he says. “And then I’ll take very good care of you.”

It takes everything in you not to whine. Fuck. You didn’t think it was possible to be this wet, this turned on.

Loki shifts slightly, pulling you close against him, his cock now fully erect and pressing hard and thick against your ass.

“Do you feel me?” he asks, his lips grazing your ear. “Do you feel what you’ve done?”

You nod and wiggle your hips slightly, partly to situate yourself and partly because you want a little bit of payback. His grip on your hip tightens.

“I’d advise you not to play games, little wife,” he rasps in your ear.

More heat builds in your hips. You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on. Maybe never. You throw a look at Loki over your shoulder. “It’s not a game,” you say. “I’m just very warm.”

His eyes are dark. “Burning up, I suspect.”

“You have no idea.” You lean back against him, turning so you can nuzzle your face against his neck. God, he smelled good. “Please,” You say it so quietly that only he can hear, “I’m aching.”

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and you feel his cock throb. He clears his throat. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take my leave a little early—Mrs. Pine is feeling quite unwell.”

Fuck yes.

If Litvinchuk and his men suspect there’s anything untoward about your departure, they don’t say so—and you imagine you must look a little unsteady anyway. Loki slides an arm around your waist as you leave.

“Now Mrs. Pine,” he says once you’re out of earshot, “tell me exactly what ails you.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “Are you seriously going to do this?”

“I only want to ensure that we are on the same page,” he says with a smirk.

“Like hell you do. I already told you, you just want to hear—” You cut yourself off, realizing that you’re playing right into his hands.

He smiles like a cat with a bowl full of cream. “What do I want to hear, darling?”

You press your lips together. This is infuriating.

“I’m waiting…”

You blow out a shaky breath. Fuck it. “You just want to hear me say that I’m fucking soaked because you’ve been rubbing me against your thighs and touching me for the last two hours and if I don’t come soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

He smirks as you approach the hotel lobby. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear you say all that.”

“You absolutely were.”

The air conditioned air in the hotel lobby feels extra icy against your sunwarmed skin and your sandals seem to clack particularly loudly against the marble floors.

“You have a smart mouth, do you know that?”

“You like it,” you say as you approach the bank of elevators. “That’s the reason why you pull half of this shit with me.”

“Perhaps.” He gives you a smile that feels a little dangerous and sends even more heat to your aching cunt. “But do you know what my favorite part of your smart mouth is, Mrs. Pine?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

The elevator door opens. It’s empty and your cunt clenches at the possibilities this presents.

“My favorite part about your smart mouth,” says Loki in a low voice as you step into the elevator, “is that it will sound that much sweeter when I make you beg for me.”

The elevator door slides closed and you barely have a chance to react before he’s backing you up against the wall and pressing his thigh between your legs.

“You’re a disobedient, wicked tease, Mrs. Pine,” he growls, sending a thrill through you. “I think you could benefit from a firm hand.”

“You like it,” you breathe, rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to capture some of the same friction that was driving you wild earlier.

“Rutting yourself against my thigh in public like a common slut,” he purrs. “You must be desperate.” He slides a hand between your legs, slipping his fingers under your bathing suit. His expression changes the moment his fingers dip past the fabric—almost like he expected you to be wet, but not this wet.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs as you keen. “You’ve made a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”

“I need to come so bad,” you gasp.

“I know you do.” He reaches over and slams the emergency stop button and the elevator shudders to a halt. “And you’re going to. Right now.”

“I can wait until we get to the ro—”

He spins you around and pulls you to him so your back is pressed against his chest.

“No, you can’t.” He curls his big frame over yours, sliding his hand back into your bathing suit and stroking the full length of your sex and making you cry out again. “You need it too badly.” He starts rubbing your clit with his middle and index fingers. “And I don’t think it’s going to take all that long, darling,” he growls, sucking your earlobe into his mouth, “because you’re already so fucking wet.”

There’s a small, distant part of you that resents the fact that he’s right about anything, let alone anything pertaining to your orgasms.

The larger part of you is focused on the fact that he’s right: you’re going to come and you’re going to come hard.

Your legs are shaking and you brace your arms against the elevator wall to hold yourself up. You moan loudly and arch your back as the feeling starts building in your hips.

“You need this so badly, don’t you?” He nips hard at your earlobe. “You’re desperate for it. I felt you tense up every time your sopping cunt rubbed against my thigh, every time I touched you just right.”

You whimper, pressure rising in your hips as you rock with his hands.

“You’re so close,” Loki purrs in your ear. His hips are thrusting mindlessly against your ass, like he can’t wait to be inside you.

“Fuck, I need to come,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m going to make you come, darling, but I think what you really need is to be fucked.”

You moan as your orgasm starts to crest.

“You need to be fucked properly and hard,” he murmurs. “You need me to take care of your sopping wet, needy little cunt. You need to be filled to the brim with my cock and my come like the good girl that you are. You need to come over and over on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

This is what pushes you over the edge. The muscles of your cunt clench and then pleasure is blooming in your belly as the tension of the last two hours comes to a peak and you come hard. You cry out, your hips rocking against Loki’s hand, chasing the shimmery aftershocks.

“There she is, that’s my good girl,” he purrs. He holds you as you shudder and shake, his fingers still moving, still coaxing out those final waves of pleasure. But just when you think he’s about to pull his hand away, he starts massaging your clit again, one long finger slipping inside you.

“You don’t think you’re going to be satisfied with just one, do you?” he growls in your ear. “Not a needy girl like you, not when you’ve been dripping for hours. You need more, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck—” You can feel that pressure growing again and you know it’s going to be different this time.

“You’re going to come for me again, pretty girl,” he purrs. “And this time, I want to hear you scream.”

Everything is coiling up so tight and tense and suddenly two of his fingers are inside of you and they’re curling just right and the edges of your vision go white as everything inside you fizzes and releases and a sharp cry falls from your lips as you come.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbles low over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

His hand finally stills once the final aftershocks roll through you. Your legs are shaking, but his grip on you is still firm. Boneless, you turn to him and he presses his slick fingers past your lips. You suck and lick his fingers clean and then he’s kissing you, sucking your own essence from your lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathe as the elevator shudders to life. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Loki laughs quietly and scoops you up into his arms as the elevator arrives at your floor.

“Oh, we’re nowhere near done, darling.”

Continued in Part 2

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-:“We can’t sleep, because we’re both insomniacs” Late night sleep prompts:-

By @me-writes-prompts

Late night random talking about the best moments they’ve had together

Playing endless stream of board games and getting all loud when one of them wins

“Do we have ice cream at home? I learned that carbs make you sleepy.” “No, but pretty sure we have ramen. I mean, either type of carbs make you sleepy right?”

Tangling their bodies to try to get more comfortable but then complaining about how awkward it feels.

Frantically making out to try to get sleepy👀

“We should really be sleeping right now, babe. We both have work tomorrow.” “I know...*silence*Wait! You remember [name]’s birthday party? That was total madness.” “Oh my god, yeah. Everything was just so…” *both start gossiping forever*

“Wanna have some coffee?” “Nah.” “Come on, it’s early morning. You’re not planning to sleep now, are you?” *sighs* “Fine. You’re right.”

Putting on a boring movie but then getting too invested because it’s not even that boring.

^^”Omg, did you see that? She cheated on him with his secretary!” “Haha, I didn’t think this was going to be interesting at all but this is something, we have to finish it.”

“I heard ASMR works well to help with sleep. How about we try that?” “Oh, yeah, let’s do it.”

^^sharing headphone while they do that and then fall asleep just like that, all snuggled up, attached by a string of wire. Get it? Lmao.

When nothing else works, they both decide to resort to their last option: telling each other their favorite childhood bed time stories

^^“And then, the princess killed the prince and lived happily ever after.” “Oh, wow. A tragic love story, wait why did your mum read that to you as a bedtime story? Are you okay? Is she okay?” “Lol.”

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muchosbesitos · 5 months

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here, spider spider

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it 🤨), use of pull out method, orgasm denial

author’s note: hope you all enjoy and i hope you had a good nye :p

word count: 1.7K

inspired by this ask lol

You've been ovulating.

And it's been torture for Miguel.

Your scent covers every inch of the house when he comes home, almost taunting him since he wasn't able to do anything about it. Every time that he came back from work, you were either already asleep or you were out doing errands. He'd even resorted to masturbating once more, something he hadn't done since before the two of you started to date. Luckily for him, you'd worn the red lingerie that he adored so much so he was able to use it for his depraved fantasies. The material bunched around his fist as he slowly dragged it through his shaft, precum slowly dribbling onto the pretty bow in the middle.

The tangy smell of your discharge clouded his mind as his hand wrapped around his cock, pushing the flimsy material up and down. He looked over at you as you slept, seeing the way that the nightgown slightly raised above your thighs. He felt perverted as he jerked himself off, knuckles starting to turn white as he tightened the fist wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help himself though, you just looked so pretty when you slept with your lips parted and arms wrapped around a Spider-Man plushie you'd bought to support a flea market vendor. The worst part was that his fist couldn't replicate the feeling of your cunt, his orgasm offering no sense of euphoria afterwards.

He'd left the house before you had the chance to wake up, his frustrations following him into the workplace. "You don't think you should chill on the recruits? You've been working them like a pack of dogs," Peter had taken notice, teasing Miguel at every opportunity that arose. Miguel pushed him away with a small grunt, unwilling to entertain the obvious bait that Peter was setting in front of him. "You look stressed. Maybe you should let us go home early," Peter had told him before lunchtime, an idea sparking up in Miguel’s head after he said that. "Maybe I will," he muttered to himself, looking through the monitors to make sure nothing too catastrophic was occurring.

After scrolling for a while on social media, you'd discovered a couple of reviews about a Sol de Janeiro lotion that was presumed to attract wolf spiders by mimicking their mating pheromones. While that seemed to warrant the lotion a one star review by the people affected, you couldn't help but wonder how it would affect your boyfriend. You knew that he must've been struggling to contain himself with the smell of your hormones lingering around the apartment, planning to intensify that feeling by adding the body butter.

"Are you sure you want to buy this? Some of our customers have been complaining that they're attracting spiders," The Sephora associate at the counter asked you after scanning in the product. You were certain that it was the best purchase you could've made, an investment towards your pleasure if you will. "I'm sure, but thank you," you responded, putting your card into the reader and grabbing your bag after the payment processed. The butter itself didn't seem too special when you scooped some up into your hand but you were willing to indulge for the sake of the experiment. After lathering the butter onto your skin, you dressed up in your nightgown and waited for him to get home.

"¿Mi cielo? Ya llegue," Miguel called out from the living room, the sound of the front door closing behind him. (my darling, i’m home) "In the bedroom!" You called out, his heavy footsteps padding closer and closer to you as he made his way through the apartment. He came into the bedroom, having to take a step back as the scent engulfing the room made its way to his head. "Did you buy a new perfume or something?" He asked, sitting down on the corner of the bed as he pressed some buttons on his gizmo. The material of his suit disintegrated, leaving him completely exposed to you. "Or something. Why, do you like it?"

You hoped that he did, you'd had about two spiders crawling on you before he came home. He brought his head closer to your legs, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as the combined scent of your arousal and the lotion overpowered his senses. "I don't just like it, think I'm starting to love it," he murmured as he licked a stripe up your leg, already starting to feel his cock pushing into the mattress. He ignored the growing arousal leaking onto his shaft, focusing on the task that was presented right in front of him. He spread your legs open, exposing your cunt. "It's like you've been wanting this. No panties underneath that nightgown?" He mused, bringing his head closer as he started to kiss his way up your thighs.

"Wanted to be all ready for when you came home," you responded, the words slowly dying out on your tongue as he ran his tongue through your folds. His eyes shut closed as your arousal coated his tongue, the different amount of pheromones lingering in the air making it difficult to maintain his composure. He wanted to take his time with you, ease you into it but his cock throbbed with anticipation. His tongue pushed in and out of you, fingers spreading your folds open to expose your cunt to him. Your hand made its way down to his hair, fingers running through the strands before slightly tugging on them.

His fingers replaced his tongue, the thickness of his middle and pointer filling you up with ease. They were longer than some of your toys so he was never able to go in knuckle-deep, but he enjoyed the way you seemed to write underneath him with just half of them inside of you. His tongue started swirling around your clit, eyes opening and locking up on yours as he gauged for your reactions. While he enjoyed tasting and eating you out, the one thing that he enjoyed the most was listening to the way that you moaned out his name. Especially when you tried to give him a broken segment of a sentence, unable to speak from the sheer bliss that he brought you.

Your thighs enclosed around his head, holding him in place as he sucked on the swollen nub. "Oh fuck Mig! Don't stop!" You moaned out as you felt his fingers curl upwards inside of you, the tips hitting that spongy spot inside of you. Your toes curled as he hit that spot inside of you repeatedly, the grip on his hair tightening as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm. He pulled his mouth back just as your cunt tightened up against his fingers, the prospect of your orgasm subsiding as he did so. "Why'd you do that for?" You protested, a small smirk appearing on his features as he got on his knees. "Only place you'll be coming around is my cock, princesa." (princess)

He brought your legs up to his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your entrance, the tightness of your cunt engulfing his tip as he pushed it in. The arousal from the prospect of an orgasm that was rudely ripped away from you made it easier for him to slide in, though every inch of his cock made it seem like it was pushing past your limits. "Tan apretadita. Have I been neglecting you for too long?" he teased as he felt your walls flutter around his cock, struggling to adjust to the sensation of having him inside you once more. (so tight) All you could do was nod along to his question, receiving a small chuckle in response as he retracted his cock. "I'll make it up to you," was all that he said before he pushed his cock back inside of you.

He was unable to help himself, bringing his head closer to your legs as he smelt the remnants of the butter lingering on your skin. The angle that he was thrusting in allowed for him to hit deep inside of you, the tip of his cock almost reaching your cervix. "You take it so well for me, made to take this cock," he told you, looking down to meet your eyes. You looked so needy, laying there and taking everything that he had to give you. His thighs slapped against yours with every thrust that he took, his pace speeding up to fulfill the desire that had been building up towards this moment. The sounds of skin slapping together mixed along with the scent of your arousal and the moans slipping from your mouth, the room reeking of sex.

"Mig, Mig," you started out, unable to finish the sentence but you didn't need to. He just tell from the glassy look on your eyes that you were close to your orgasm, his pace remaining the same as his cock pushed in and out of you. "I know baby. I’ll be nice this time and let you cum," he cooed, his thumb coming down to your clit to stimulate the bud. You felt a small shudder running down your spine at the contact, your legs starting to spasm as you slowly approached your orgasm. Your walls clenched around him tightly, almost sucking his cock in deeper as he thrusted into you. When your walls unclenched, your arousal completely flooded his shaft and formed a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

He had half the mind to fill you up with his cum, knowing that his sperm would take much easier given the state that you were in. He reluctantly pulled out, giving himself a couple of strokes as you got onto your knees. Your doe eyes stared up at his while you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, hand wrapped around his cock as you pushed it up and down his shaft. He let out a small grunt as he reached his orgasm, some of his cum drooling down your chin. You swallowed the sticky residue, one of his fingers coming up to your chin as he cleaned what had leaked out of your mouth. He brought his head down to meet yours, his lips meeting yours for a passionate kiss as your eyes fluttered shut. His cock grew hard again within seconds, the smell of the butter still managing to last through the previous session.

"Get on your stomach, hermosa. We're not done for the night."

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Hey, I just wanted to share something with you, as someone who's so invested in the Palestine conflict, I hope it might inspire hope, even a little.

I was born and live in Egypt, a very conservative and religious country. These days I deleted my Tiktok and rarely ever use Twitter, as I'm in my senior year, and seeing the constant deaths and torture was getting into me so much that I couldn't even eat or drink properly, nevertheless properly study. I honestly am not proud of myself for doing so, but there's comfort in the fact Egypt is so Pro-Palestine. There's a lot to be done, and even for people like me, we can help.

My school has been donating food, clothes and blankets to Palestine. The McDonald's in here have been trying to distance themselves, claiming they're "100% Egyptian", only to get mocked and insulted. I go by the local McDonald's, there's a lot of schools where I am, around 5 in two blocks, and where before they were constantly so full, these days they're so empty. I can only see maybe 3, 4 people in there. A lot of people in my school are on a complete strike, against every American product. We've resorted to buying and getting local products instead. Egypt is doing very poorly economically at the moment, but there's still a lot of effort into knocking out American products, even if not by the companies, by the youth and the children. I can't go a single class without one of my teachers openly supporting Palestine. My Arabic teacher constantly uses the people in Gaza to teach me grammar, calling them brave and courageous. My geography teacher denies Isreal, and has been in league with others to get more donations and aid. Egyptians believe so truly that Palestine will be free that it's hard not to think so too. I've had classmates openly agree that if they could, they'd join the army to help fight for Palestine, I've seen more people than ever mocking the current regime, I've seen more people than ever falling out of the American illusion and seeing it for what it is. I've spent a lot of religion classes being taught Arabic brotherhood and chivalry, when previously, the lessons were stereotypically conservative in nature and I used to despise them for it.

Yes, the government sucks like every other, but there's an air of open support in here. No one is losing their jobs for stating the truth, homes and shops are waving the Palestinian flag. Even the antisemitism, which was rampant, has seen a noticeable decline. People in here stand for Palestine.

I want to also let you know you've been an inspiration for people, or at least, to me. I want to be able to participate more, and I see your reposts and reblogs and I want to do even more than what I did at the start, which was retweeting and reposting and sharing what I can to my friends. Unfortunately due to my current living situation and my terrible memory, I missed being able to donate to the school, but they have stated to open up donations again soon, and I'm preparing in advance for that one. I was not raised Zionist, but I was raised warned against participating in political affairs, saying I'd be put in more trouble, and even could be killed. But I see you and I see so many Americans losing their jobs and being branded criminals and as moral failures for speaking out, and I find it harder and harder in me not to also speak out. And even if I'm not constantly retweeting and reposting, there is something I can do. You helped me realize that, and I'd like to thank you.

I hope this cheers you up even a little, I've noticed your posts these days expressing how much this has been upsetting you. It's been upsetting to all of us, and I want you to know that it's not fruitless, no matter how many western countries and how many bootlickers make you feel otherwise. This ordeal has taught me the world is a brotherhood, politics and money are never a reason for why we should not stand together, and why we shouldn't speak for those having their voice silenced.

Please excuse me if something comes off wrong or unnatural. Like I said, I was born and I live in Egypt, English is not my first language and I still have issues communicating my personal thoughts in it. Please never don't stand for Palestine. Please never lose hope for it, like the Egyptians never have and never will. Please never let people make you feel hopeless and insane.

Thank you for listening to me, thank you for caring about Palestine when it would've been easy not to. Thank you for using your platform, and if you found it in you to read this thing, thank you for giving time to a brown Arab, when the world so strongly encourages you not to. Please continue to inspire justice, and I hope the world one day continues to inspire hope for you.

😭 anon, I cant explain how much I appreciate you sending this message. I know there is hope for Palestinian liberation, I know that we will see freedom for Palestine. But god do I need the reminder sometimes that we aren’t all just shouting into the void. My country of Australia shamefully takes a cowardly stance on Palestine, always deferring to the US to guide our foreign policy, and yet always claims moral superiority over other countries such as yours. Thank you, really thank you so much for sending this message. I feel so so honoured to have earned an audience that includes you. I believe an audience does reflect an artist, and to know I have done you proud in any way makes me feel full.

And please don’t ever feel ashamed of your English, you are eloquent and have a wonderful, compassionate voice, and you have inspired hope in me for yet another day.

#free palestine #askbox #I need to save this one. to look at when all seems bleak and hopeless #thank you anon I needed to read this today

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rainydetectiveglitter · 9 months

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Neptune, the dreamy and mystical planet, brings both enchantment and shadows as it journeys through the astrological houses. Its influence can evoke a sense of magic, spirituality, and creativity, but it also has the potential to cast a fog of confusion, delusion, and escapism.

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Neptune in the 1st House - House of Self

The enchantment of Neptune in the 1st house can be enticing, but its shadow side can manifest as identity issues and an inclination to escape from the harsh realities of life. Individuals with this placement may struggle to establish clear boundaries, often absorbing the emotions and issues of those around them. This can lead to a sense of confusion about their own identity, as they become chameleonic, adapting to others' expectations. The allure of substances or daydreaming might provide temporary relief, but it can lead to a pervasive sense of self-deception and disconnection from their true selves.

Neptune in the 2nd House - House of Values

While Neptune in the 2nd house adds a touch of glamour to one's values and possessions, it can also lead to financial instability due to idealized financial decisions. The shadow side may involve a tendency to overspend on escapist pleasures, such as lavish vacations or excessive indulgence. Money can become a source of confusion and escapism, rather than a means of practical security. Beware of deceptive financial schemes or unwise investments that can lead to substantial losses.

Neptune in the 3rd House - House of Communication

Neptune's influence in the 3rd house can foster creativity in communication but can also result in a propensity for misunderstanding and deceit. The shadow side can lead to a struggle with truthfulness, as individuals with this placement may resort to white lies or delusions to avoid confrontations or preserve their idealized self-image. They might find it challenging to express themselves clearly, often resorting to vague or cryptic communication, which can create confusion and mistrust in relationships.

Neptune in the 4th House - House of Home and Family

The dreamy allure of Neptune in the 4th house can infuse the home environment with a sense of enchantment and creativity. However, the shadow side may involve unresolved family issues, secrets, or addiction problems that are concealed behind a façade of tranquility. Individuals with this placement might struggle to establish emotional boundaries with family members, leading to emotional overwhelm and escapism through emotional numbing or substance abuse.

Neptune in the 5th House - House of Creativity and Pleasure

In the realm of creative expression and pleasure, Neptune in the 5th house can inspire artistic endeavors and romantic ideals. However, the shadow side may manifest as unrealistic romantic fantasies or creative blocks stemming from self-doubt and a fear of rejection. Individuals with this placement might find themselves caught in a cycle of seeking unattainable romantic partners or escaping reality through indulgent and potentially harmful pleasures.

Neptune in the 6th House - House of Service and Health

Neptune in the 6th house can lead to a strong desire to help others but may also result in blurred boundaries and a tendency to sacrifice one's well-being for others. The shadow side can involve a susceptibility to unhealthy work environments, where individuals become enablers or victims of manipulation. They might struggle with self-neglect, pursuing self-destructive habits or substance abuse as a means of escape from the pressures of daily life.

Neptune in the 7th House - House of Relationships

In the realm of partnerships and relationships, Neptune in the 7th house can create an idealized view of love and a longing for soulful connections. However, the shadow side may involve a tendency to attract or idealize partners who are emotionally unavailable, deceptive, or even addictive. Individuals with this placement might find themselves entangled in codependent relationships, where they sacrifice their own needs and boundaries for the sake of an illusory love.

Neptune in the 8th House - House of Transformation

Neptune in the 8th house can deepen one's connection to the mysteries of life but may also lead to an obsession with hidden truths and secrets. The shadow side can manifest as a preoccupation with dark or taboo subjects and an inclination toward manipulation or deceit in matters of shared resources. There is a potential for individuals with this placement to be deceived or financially exploited by others, leading to financial instability and emotional turmoil.

Neptune in the 9th House - House of Philosophy and Higher Learning

While Neptune in the 9th house can foster a spiritual and philosophical outlook on life, its shadow side may involve a susceptibility to cult-like beliefs or dogma. Individuals with this placement might become lost in a world of delusions and spiritual escapism, where they reject practical realities in favor of idealized spiritual pursuits. This can lead to a sense of disillusionment and isolation from grounded wisdom.

Neptune in the 10th House - House of Career and Public Image

In the realm of career and public image, Neptune in the 10th house can create an aura of mystique but may also lead to confusion regarding one's professional path. The shadow side may involve a tendency to deceive or be deceived in the workplace, leading to career setbacks and a loss of reputation. Individuals with this placement might struggle to distinguish between their authentic professional aspirations and illusory ambitions.

Neptune in the 11th House - House of Friends and Social Groups

While Neptune in the 11th house can foster empathy and idealism within social circles, its shadow side may involve a susceptibility to deception or disillusionment in friendships and group affiliations. Individuals with this placement might idealize friends or become entangled in deceptive group dynamics, ultimately leading to feelings of betrayal or isolation. The allure of escapism through social activities can be particularly pronounced.

Neptune in the 12th House - House of the Subconscious

Neptune's natural domain in the 12th house deepens one's connection to the subconscious but may also lead to profound emotional struggles. The shadow side can involve a tendency to escape from reality through addiction or spiritual delusions, creating a sense of inner chaos and isolation. Individuals with this placement might grapple with unresolved trauma or psychic wounds that require careful attention and healing.

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Navigating Neptune's darker aspects through the houses is a profound journey, one that demands self-awareness and a commitment to confronting illusions and delusions. By acknowledging and addressing these challenges, individuals can harness the transformative and spiritual power of Neptune while navigating the shadows of self-deception

(this is intended to appear somewhat disorienting)

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How do I afford a vacation home?

Affording a vacation home requires careful financial planning and consideration. Here are some steps to help you in the process:

Define your budget: Start by determining how much you can afford to spend on a vacation home. Consider your current financial situation, including your income, savings, and any existing debts or financial obligations. Set a realistic budget that aligns with your financial goals.

Save for a down payment: Just like purchasing a primary residence, buying a vacation home often requires a down payment. Aim to save at least 20% of the home's purchase price to secure a favorable mortgage rate and avoid private mortgage insurance (PMI).

Check your credit score: A good credit score is essential for obtaining a favorable mortgage. Review your credit report and take steps to improve your credit score if necessary. Pay your bills on time, reduce existing debts, and avoid new credit applications that could negatively impact your credit.

Explore financing options: Research different mortgage options available for vacation homes. Consult with multiple lenders to compare interest rates, terms, and conditions. It's crucial to understand the financial implications, including monthly mortgage payments, interest rates, and any associated fees.

Consider rental income: If you plan to rent out your vacation home when you're not using it, assess the rental market in the desired location. Calculate the potential rental income you can generate and consider how it may offset the costs of owning the property.

Account for additional expenses: Owning a vacation home involves more than just the purchase price and mortgage payments. Factor in ongoing expenses such as property taxes, insurance, maintenance, utilities, and potential homeowners association (HOA) fees. Make sure you can comfortably cover these costs in addition to your primary residence expenses.

Research the market: Before buying a vacation home, thoroughly research the real estate market in your desired location. Consider factors like property values, rental demand, proximity to amenities, and potential for appreciation. Working with a local real estate agent who specializes in vacation properties can provide valuable insights.

Plan for the unexpected: Prepare for unforeseen expenses and fluctuations in the real estate market. Having an emergency fund specifically designated for your vacation home can help you address unexpected repairs, vacancies, or changes in market conditions.

Evaluate tax implications: Consult with a tax professional to understand the tax implications of owning a vacation home. Tax laws can vary depending on your location and how you use the property, including potential deductions or tax benefits.

Start small or consider alternative options: If buying a vacation home seems financially challenging, consider starting small or exploring alternative options. Renting a vacation property or using home-sharing platforms can provide the flexibility to enjoy vacation-like experiences without the long-term commitment and financial responsibilities of ownership.

Vacation homes are now also called Resort Homes. It is the hottest form of investment right now. A resort home investment refers to purchasing a property that is located in a popular vacation destination with the intention of using it as a rental property for tourists and visitors. Resort homes can take many forms, including condos, villas, cabins, and other types of vacation homes. Investing in a resort home can be attractive because it allows you to generate rental income and potentially make a profit when the property is sold. However, there are also some risks and challenges associated with this type of investment.

Balibaug is an amazing resort home project in Alibaug. It is developed as a luxury boutique resort with designs inspired by Bali’s temples & palace architecture. It has 2 & 3 BHK villas with gardens & private pools with other lavish amenities like a spa, clubhouse, swimming pool, banquet hall, open terrace restaurants, etc. This unique theme-based resort is a gated community with add-on premium facilities. It is an active investment option with assured rental income. Every villa, interior, design & structure replicates the Balinese culture. This is an upcoming lavish project that will fulfill your desire to buy a luxurious second home at a beautiful location. Just go through Balibaug once before making any decision. It is a RERA registered project & investment here starts from 1.5cr. But it is a one-time investment with lifetime & immediate benefits.

#balibaug #real estate investment #2 and 3bhk villa #investment #resort home investment

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visenyaism · 8 months

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ASOIAF terrible fathers bracket FINAL FOUR: Jaehaerys Targaryen vs. Craster

Jaehaerys: I fully recognize this is probably my last chance to deliver unto y’all my anti-jaehaerys sermon, so I am gonna leave it all on the fucking field for you people today. Between passing over daenerys for his son against his wife’s wishes, making his wife carry 13 of his children against her wishes, forcing his terrified likely cognitively disabled 13 year old daughter to get married against her will (resulting in her violent death), exiling his 16 year old daughter to another continent for having premarital sex after holding her down and making her watch as he chopped her boyfriend in half with a sword and then saying it’s fine she had to resort to sex work because she was always a whore anyways, forcing his other 16 year old daughter to get married to an old man thousands of miles away from her home (resulting in her death), locking his final teenage daughter away from public view during her pregnancy and miscarriage (resulting in her suicide), making his 12 year old granddaughter marry his sixteen year old grandson and start trying for kids (resulting in her death) and passing over Rhaenys for Viserys (resulting in the dance of the dragons, which caused the downfall of house targaryen), Jaehaerys was a MENACE to each and every woman in his life, way too personally invested in his teen daughters’ sex lives in a way that does carry sinister implications, and ultimately laid the seeds for the cataclysm that would swallow his whole family forever. Looked at his daughters and all he could see was a wife (whether for himself, his sons, or another old man he needed to gain power from) and a future incubator he would exchange the life of for a grandson. see you in hell

craster: marries his daughters and sacrifices his sons to the white walkers

#asoiaf #terrible dad bracket #i need to make it clear that jaehaerys DOES basically want to marry his daughters in terms of keeping them in his personal control forever #craster is just more literal about it

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rjzimmerman · 10 days

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Excerpt from this story from the New York Times:

At first glance, Dave Langston’s predicament seems similar to headaches facing homeowners in coastal states vulnerable to catastrophic hurricanes: As disasters have become more frequent and severe, his insurance company has been losing money. Then, it canceled his coverage and left the state.

But Mr. Langston lives in Iowa.

Relatively consistent weather once made Iowa a good bet for insurance companies. But now, as a warming planet makes events like hail and wind storms worse, insurers are fleeing.

Mr. Langston spent months trying to find another company to insure the townhouses, on a quiet cul-de-sac at the edge of Cedar Rapids, that belong to members of his homeowners association. Without coverage, “if we were to have damage that hit all 17 units, we’re looking at bankruptcy for all of us,” he said.

The insurance turmoil caused by climate change — which had been concentrated in Florida, California and Louisiana — is fast becoming a contagion, spreading to states like Iowa, Arkansas, Ohio, Utah and Washington. Even in the Northeast, where homeowners insurance was still generally profitable last year, the trends are worsening.

In 2023, insurers lost money on homeowners coverage in 18 states, more than a third of the country, according to a New York Times analysis of newly available financial data. That’s up from 12 states five years ago, and eight states in 2013. The result is that insurance companies are raising premiums by as much as 50 percent or more, cutting back on coverage or leaving entire states altogether. Nationally, over the last decade, insurers paid out more in claims than they received in premiums, according to the ratings firm Moody’s, and those losses are increasing.

The growing tumult is affecting people whose homes have never been damaged and who have dutifully paid their premiums, year after year. Cancellation notices have left them scrambling to find coverage to protect what is often their single biggest investment. As a last resort, many are ending up in high-risk insurance pools created by states that are backed by the public and offer less coverage than standard policies. By and large, state regulators lack strategies to restore stability to the market.

Insurers are still turning a profit from other lines of business, like commercial and life insurance policies. But many are dropping homeowners coverage because of losses.

Tracking the shifting insurance market is complicated by the fact it is not regulated by the federal government; attempts by the Treasury Department to simply gather data��have been rebuffed by some state regulators.

The turmoil in insurance markets is a flashing red light for an American economy that is built on real property. Without insurance, banks won’t issue a mortgage; without a mortgage, most people can’t buy a home. With fewer buyers, real estate values are likely to decline, along with property tax revenues, leaving communities with less money for schools, police and other basic services.

And without sufficient insurance, people struggle to rebuild after disasters. Last year, storms, wildfires and other disasters pushed 2.5 million American adults out of their homes, according to census data, including at least 830,000 people who were displaced for six months or longer.

#home insurance #climate change

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Playtime

Yan Owner + Dog Hybrid Reader [+18]

Summary: your owner brings home a new toy for you to test out out

Warnings: top reader(sorta), knotting, gender neutral pronouns but reader has peen, dubious consent, degradation/objectifcation (not towards reader), Reader being a horn dog, brief mentions of spit

"Aha!~ Here's a selection from our first time out of the country. My poor pup is such a nervous flyer - but those sparkling beaches at that resort made it all worth while."

Pet Lovers - never thought they'd be one for the list, but given how this night has gone so far - there's a fair chance they'll never date again.

The start of their eve and therelationship as a whole had gone off without a hitch; something straight out of a fairytale. Blair was your average a fresh out of college, straight into retail work joe and their date was.. special. They had seen their soon-to-be partner around the store they worked at a hand full of times before which that person brought when they left a message on Blair's profile. Kind, well dressed and mannered, polite. They were all that and then some. There was a cloud of mystery and hesitancy around them when the two first began chatting which they latter confessed was due to their high ranking roll in their office and being used in the past. During this time they solely went by the initials M.J, which stuck long after things kicked off.

Charismatic as they may have been, M.J was a timid person underneath that brave face. They often apologized through dinner for glancing at their phone, but it was their first date in years which meant they had to leave their dog home with a sitter and they'd never been apart for so long. Figuring they'd be more comfortable talking about something they adored, Blair inquired more about their pet. As an anxious and cautious child, M.J feared other kids in their youth. The only invites they ever received were due to their parents influence and often from people who didn't even go to the same school. It was when they were gifted the cutest little pup for their birthday they understood the true meaning of friendship and even love. Without their pup, everything they've worked for was pointless.

Blair thought the dynamic was adorable - at first. M.J showed them a few pictures of you during their meal and you were as cute and fluffy as they bragged. They even met you when M.J managed to whittle their fears away and convinced them to head home with them after dinner. You we a sweetheart, albeit a little forceful when you all buy bullied them onto the couch - sniffling at their neck as you pinned them to the cushions with your imposing figure. You were a head taller than both them and M.J with the body mass to prove it. They were plucking fur out of their mouth by the time M.J got your attention.

They ushered you off to your room with a hushed promise they've kept to before - tender hands stroking your need once out of company as a soft, impatient whine leaves you. "Hush, hush. Playtime will be soon. Be patient, my love - and dont break this one too soon."

Blair thought that would be the end of everything revolving around you. The pair settled down for the eve with a bottle of something older than their great-grandparents and M.J seemed invested in all things Blair. Their hopes, dreams, fears - M.J urged and persuaded them to talk more about themselves than their therapist and even their parents ever could. That charming smile, the small, affirming nod when Blair flew off their rocket and the reassurance their feelings were valid when they apologized for their outbursts was nothing they'd witnessed from past failed attempts at love. They connected with M.J more than they had with anyone in their entire life which is why when they suggested taking things up to the bedroom - Blair agreed.

For someone would hadn't been on many dates, M.J had quite the skills when came down to business. Blair was stripped off their clothing while they remained fully dressed before the pair made it through the door. M.J opted to get things underway right in the hall, purged forward by Blair's recognition of the name scribbled on the opposite door. Inside the guest room, M.J paused to marvel at Blair's features as they guided them into bed, laying their datemate onto their side and pulling their leg back over their clothed lap. A hand cupped beneath the beat of their chest and fingers ghosting their sex between their thighs Blair believed things were finally turning up for them-

"Oh! There's still a few photos I forgot to show you at the restaurant. Do you mind?"

Until that. For the past God knows how long, Blair had been subjected to photos upon photos of M.J's most valued memories presented in accordingly dated folders centered around none other than you. Various classes, birthdays that time you tried to bake them a cake a nearly burned down the house. M.J was more focused on the past than the very real present coupled with their digits still shoved inside another as they rambled on like they weren't even there. Blair attempted to ignore all and center themselves on the foreplay, but your increasing lose of clothes as the gallery went on made it hard to look away.

"Hey... nor trying to be a drag or anything, but - can we look at this after we're done?"

The gentle smile against their skin hardens. M.J hums, tracing the outline of their shoulder with their lips. "Hm..Alright, I just have one more video to show you. I thought my sweet pup I was going on a date and they wanted to film something a little special for you."

"I...fine.." Blair snuggles into their warmth as the video plays. It starts relatively normal with the camera person traversing the hall they'd just traveled up to the door with your name on it. Each step brought more attention to the sounds of baited breath and whines, and the lewd snap of skin against skin. The door opens to reveal a frenetic hybrid pressing the face of their caretaker into their bed, fingers tangled through their hair as the claws of their free hand dug into their toy's ass. The human squealed and gasped through the hybrid's rapacious vigor - bed frame quaking with every spring from the hulking figure's hips as the bulb at the base of their cock rammed against the human's ass treading entry into their prepped hole. The caretakers hands had been tied with some kind of rope dog toy and their hair was plastered to their face from sweat, bite marks and scratches littering their skin. The camera person walks over and grabs the caretaker by the hair to allow the hybrid ful control of their limbs - wearing the same gloves M.J had removed before climbing into bed.

With a gentle coo, M.J points the camera at your face as you kiss, extending into a muddled whimper on your end as your knot slips in. They stroke your ears as your body trembles from the overload - suckling your swinging tongue as you fuck deeper into your favorite doll. M.J fakes a gasp, yanking at your collar a lightly as possible.

"Y/n! You know you're not supposed to too harsh on your playmates. We couldn't want to break them, now would we?"

All you give in terms of acknowledgement to their scold is the confused tilt of your head and pout of your lips, eyes clouded with lust and the faint idea of your wrongdoings. M.J chuckles, lifting your caretaker's head as they lower the phone back down to them. "But given how long they've been with us, I'm sure a little rough housing won't do too much harm."

Their face was covered in spittle, tears, and the drying remnants of rounds prior to M.J's arrival. M.J collects the mixture from the corner of their mouth and smears it over their plump lips, your caretaker taking the hint and opening their mouth for M.J to wipe their tainted thumb on their tongue. M.J grins at their obedience, ruffling their hair as they stand straight.

"Working hard for that paid vacation, ain't cha? Our sweet pup's gonna miss ya. You know how their cycles get this time of year."

You grunt - hooking your arms around their waist as you lower your weight down on them; effectively trapping them into bed and with you for the near future. M.J's brow twitches, fingers ripping a few strands of their hair. "Now, now - sweetheart. Your favorite toy had given recommendations for a new pet while they're away. What was their name again?"

A meek voice crawls from their bruised throat. "Bl...air... We went to college together. They've only been with like three guys as far as I know, and I heard they're getting evicted next month."

"Excellent. Printed a copy of their work photo while I was in the office, but it never hurts to check. Angel, will this one be alright for you?"

You lift up as your owner pulls out the picture. Inspecting the image, your knot pops from your current caretaker's stretched hold as you rock back on your legs. Settling the picture down before your release, spurts of your rich spend drown sight of the smiling face presented. Panting, you admire your handiwork and the glimpse as what the face underneath might look like coated in your speed. Grinning from ear to ear, you nod eagerly at your owner.

"Wanna play with them. Please lemme play. I'll be good, promise. Please? It hurts when I have to play by myself. I'll treat them good, I swear."

Leaping off the bed to beg your pushover owner, the video ends on the cum-stained photograph.

"What.... the actual fuck."

A soft scratch at the door. M.J sits up to address their humble guest. "It's unlocked, sweetie, come on in.... They're almost ready for you."

Pillow tucked between your legs and ears flat agains you skull, you enter the room in nothing but a tee shirt and pure drive. The shirt rode your backside due to your fluffy tail and the oozing tip of your already erect prick swoll from its hem. The moonlight highlighted that same animalistic desire in your eyes mirrored in the video and the saliva dripping from your teeth and lips. Blair sizes the silhouette of your cock to the fingers still wedged inside them. Without including the growth at its base it had to be twice their width the a sizeable length. The arousal in their nether reigions at the curiosity of taking on such a beast was almost painful.

Their head swims. "What's.... going on?"

"Pretty..." You slur, grinding against your spare pillow as you devote their naked form with your eyes. "wanna play..."

M.J finally unplugs their fingers from Blair's sex and retrieves a towel from the nightstand. They wipe down their entire arm as they stare Blair down, rolling their sleeves back down to their wrists.

"Blair... I need you to listen to me, and listen carefully. From the very second you walked through my front door... no, when you responded to my messages your life was no longer yours. Your hopes, dreams, and ambitions mean about as much as that cheap fragrance you wear. In all honesty, you really aren't much seeing as I could find a dozen more like you, but so long as you keep my pup happy and drained, you might finally have a purpose in that sad, miserable life of yours. The pay is far better and you get to care for the world's most precious pup. Doesn't that sound like a great deal? I'll do everything I can to make sure they don't harm you considering its your first time with them."

Blair felt tears catching in their lashes. They couldn't tell what was worse; the fact their amazing date only went out with them to find a new bitch for their pet - or in the span of this reality shattering new they'd imagined being plowed in ten different positions and speeds by that very same hound. Contemplating their choices from their first day to everything leading to this fucked up night, another mistake was common goal for them to take.

"If...their knot goes in - I want a bonus."

For the first time since they looked anywhere but you, M.J's smile met their eyes. "That's the spirit. Sweetheart?"

Given the go ahead, your reserve snaps. Leaping onto the and between their legs, you spread them as their elasticity would allow and sink in halted from burying yourself at full depth due to the thickness of your knot. Clawing a grip on the fat of their thighs you huff in frustration - bulb stretching their entrace wider with no real entry as it pops right back out with each aggravating trial. Channeling your irritation, your owner props themselves behind you and slinks their arms around your chest - ushering a swarm of kisses to your sweaty face and jaw before cradling their lips at your ear.

"Now, now - what have I told you about rushing things? I know you haven't had any help for two days but work is very demanding. I promise we'll have next summer all to ourselves, but I'll make it up to you as i can now."

M.J inserts two fingers from their unused hand into your mouth, gathering - and lathering your viscid drool around your knot. Easing you forward, your owner instructs you to keep a strong hold on Blair's tensing limbs as they slam against you from behind, rocketing your well lubricated shaft inside their tight walls. Impossible to pull out with them clenching around you, you shoot shallow thrusts into the squirming body beneath you as your owner praises you for your patience. Your size had already filled them fuller than any of their past partners and at this stage they felt bloated. M.J pins one of their ankles down as they kiss at your neck, biting softly at the small howl you mewl from the pleasure at both ends.

"My poor, sweet puppy~ Always in these nasty heats that give you quite the temper when you don't have a playmate. It hurts sometimes- I know, but you're doing so good for me right now. I'll wake up bright and early so we can have breakfast together before I start work."

Blair couldn't focus on much with your cock spearing their body numb and mind blank, but it was clear that to at least one here they were no longer a living, breathing human being with hopes and a family to return home to. A hole for you to dump your cum into and place aside until you needed them again. An object. A toy - that's what M.J saw them as.

"G..nhh.." Eyes rolling back, their walls hug your tender girth as your ceaseless pounding rocks them through their peak. Shaking free of your owner's touch you press down on them in a full mating, tongue licking their face and teeth as their hands beat at your sides, falling slack as your knot slips free only to screw back into their puffy hole - swelling as your grunts drown out their babbles. You cup their head into your hand away from the headboard as you knock them against it and into the mattress. Your lips draw closed and pursed as if going in for a kiss - only for you to spit directly in their mouth instead. They flinch.

"Sorry...M says I can't kiss my toys even those I really want sometimes and doing that is better, but apparently that's what some of you humans prefer. Maybe this would be nicer for you--"

Holding their jaw, you stick out your tongue and suspend the muscle over their face as a glob of spit beads down into their gaping mouth and over their lips. You rub the excess into their skin - throwing their head back against the pillow as your hand subconsciously latches around their neck; relaxed. Your toy struggles for a proper breath despite zero restrictions to their airways mainly due to your weight and the fervency of your thrusts. Looking back with unsure eyes, they fall on your owner for guidance.

"Gonna cum.... where should I....."

"Wherever you please. Mark your new territory."

You nod slowly as you return your gaze back to the human. Groping their hips, you lift your toy's lower body off the bed to your lap as you piston inside them - securing their legs around your waist as your balls tighten, slapping against their plush ass. You kneed the flesh, nipping at their chest as your cock twitches. Your owner running kisses down your spine, you almost instantaneously come undone as you spill deep within the human, waiting a beat for the swell of your knot to go down before you tear your cock out - pulling them beneath you as you stroke your shaft through overstimulation and rushed, less intense but still vicious orgasm over their chest and face; marking them inside and out as your bitch.

Your owner claps, whipping out their phone as they crouch beside the bed. "Oh, Angel! I always forget what a good painter you are! Say cheese!"

"Cheese..." Ears dropping, you smile a wide as your exhaustion would enable; your companion helped into a similar grin by your your owner. After taking a few solo pictures of you, M.J takes a blanket from the end of the bed and drapes it over your shoulders, dragging you to their height with its stretch and kissing your nose.

"Alright, sweetie- you know what time it is. I have to talk to them now so if you start your bath water and let me scrub you down without complaints I'll give you a massage and a treat before bed."

You whine, but skamper off, tail wagging, at the revelation of rewards for playing nice. M.J drops their attention over to Blair who stare back breathless and utterly ruined. M.J crunches some numbers into their phone and holds it out to them. It was hard to make out with their body giving out, but that many zeros could likely pay their rent for the next five months.

"Payment for your first night. Felt a little nice considering you kept quiet for the most. Shower behind that door over there and some spare clothes in the third cabinet on your right when you walk in. Tell anyone about them, you're dead. Kiss them or get too close, your whole family is dead. This is your only chance to back out. Your contract lasts until they grow bored with you or I can't stand the sight of you. If you agree to these terms - welcome to your new life."

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere smut #yandere drabble #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #amab reader #hybrid reader

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aphroditeslover11 · 4 months

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Hi! I hope that you're having a great day/night! Could I request Lenny Miller with a younger reader?

Love Of His Life

This came so naturally, I’m not sure if it’s what you were hoping for but it just flowed out of my hands!

Warnings: a little smut, age gap, not proofread

Lenny had met you when you were spending a year in Paris, having taken a French degree that required you to spend a year abroad as a part of your study. It took some convincing for you to go out on a date with the older man, but he was persistent and eventually won you over. After he had taken you to dinner at Le Meurice, picking up the tab himself, he had walked you home and sent flowers to your tiny chamber de bonne the next day along with a note thanking you for your company. The fact that he was old didn’t mean he was dull or sleazy as you had feared, it meant that he was a hopeless romantic who knew how to treat a woman properly. The next time you met he had taken you for a picnic in the Jardin Du Luxembourg, complete with amazing French cheeses and a bottle of expensive champagne. It was fair to say that pretty soon you were hooked. Everyone always said that you were mature for your age anyway, so the concept of the age gap quickly became irrelevant to you.

A year later and you had finished your degree. When it got towards the end of your time studying in France Lenny had taken the risk of proposing you after taking you back to Le Meurice like he had on your first date. You hadn’t thought before saying yes, he put in for a transfer to be near you whilst you finished your degree and life continued in your strange state bliss.

You tied the knot quite quickly after that, getting married in a small service. His parents had both passed and he was an only child. Neither had much in the way of family, but you had agreed to a wedding in the church where he had grown up in Hawaï, though he wouldn’t admit it you knew that it made him feel close to his parents. You had the perfect white dress and he was in uniform, a hang over from the days when he had been climbing the ranks of Navy SEALs before he had been recruited into the CIA. As there were so few people you didn’t bother having a proper reception, he opted to take you to the beach where he had spent his time as a child, eating cheap burgers as your wedding breakfast and replacing the lights of a dance floor with the soft glow of the stars above you.

After this you moved to New York, he was promoted and took over a senior intelligence post, stationed in the city. He was in and out of the UN meeting with his counterparts, meeting all kinds of people. You knew he worked so hard because he wanted to prove he was worthy of you, his young and beautiful wife. You were remarkably proud of him, even if he found it hard to believe it. He was smart and had invested some of what his parents had left him into the stock market back when he was in the navy and used it to buy a beautiful apartment on the Upper East Side. It had a beautiful kitchen diner where you would attempt to cook together, often ending up in resorting to ordering takeout after Lenny decided that it would be a good idea to modify your recipes. There was something beautifully domestic about this life, it was still unpredictable but safe. Lenny refused to tell you much about his past because he didn’t want you to view him differently, but he gave up the guns and the action so he could live a safe life with you, finally letting himself rest.

After having seen so many horrible things he would want to protect you from the harshest realities of the world. You were young and innocent and so perfect for him, he didn’t want to taint that. He would never let an argument go unresolved before you went to bed. On the rare occasion that you had a proper row he would usually cave first and give you your way. He would usually be so in control of himself, but when he did shout it was harsh and loud, it always terrified you and as soon as he saw the look on your face he would cave. He could never stand the thought of you being afraid of him.

Arguments would often end in the bedroom, he would be the gentlest lover after a fight, peppering kisses along your collarbones before slowly moving down your body. He would be attentive, bringing you over the edge as many times as he could with his hands and his tongue until he had finally made it up to you. Only then would he seek any pleasure for himself, sheathing himself within you and moving so gently it would be as if you were made of porcelain. He’d be terrified of hurting you after seeing you so vulnerable earlier.

There could be another side of him in bed though. A raw and passionate one that came out after a difficult day at work. You learnt how to bring it out yourself over time, how to tease him with subtle touches at the work galas that he took you to and how he could never control himself when he saw you in just your lingerie and a pair of Louboutins. On those nights he would go for rounds at a time. Voracious, like a starving man at a banquet. He delighted in having you spread out below him, completely vulnerable to him and at his mercy. You always looked so small from that angle, he could do anything he wanted to you, and moreover he knew that you would let him and enjoy it. No matter how hard he took you though, he always ended with his head buried in the crook of your neck, whispering passionate prose into your ear and telling you how precious you were to him, how he would never let any harm come to you.

He managed to temper his protective tendencies well. Although both of you knew that it wasn’t a necessity, you found a job working in a little bookshop a few days a week, something to occupy your time. He was always anxious that something from his past would come back to haunt him, to haunt you, but he did his best to keep his worries separate from your life together. On account of your age difference, he was forced to confront the fact that there were things that you would want to do that he had left in the past, many years ago. You had a tight circle of friends that you would go with for nights out - clubbing, dancing and drinking in dives that he would never go into. He would never do anything to stop you, he would want you to live a life as full as you would have without him. Still, he couldn’t help it if he had to stay up until 3:00 am to make sure that you got home safe.

You had a beautiful life together in New York, it was something that you had built together, brick by brick. Every day he found himself falling deeper in love with you. He often said that he would probably have ended up dead in an abandoned corner of some far off land if he hadn’t had you to force him out of his ways. He pushed so hard for so long yet in you, your fragility and youth, he had finally made something to make him slow down. He finally understood the meaning of the phrase - you were the love of his life

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x reader #lenny miller x reader #lenny miller #anna

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