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Death on Deck by Verity Bright (A Lady Swift Mystery)
Rating: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Lady Eleanor Swift Mysteries in reading order:
A Very English Murder
Death at the Dance
A Witness to Murder
Murder in the Snow
Mystery by the Sea
Murder at the Fair
A Lesson in Murder
Death on a Winter’s day
A Royal Murder
The French for Murder
Death Down the Aisle
Murder in an Irish Castle
Death on Deck
Murder in Manhattan
Murder by Invitation
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Death in Venice (Lady Eleanor Swift #17) by Verity Bright #BookReview #ARCReview #NetGalley #Bookouture #CozyMystery
Eleanor Swift is back with another #GoldenAgeMystery, this time in Venice. I love this plucky, independent, forthright heroine and enjoy all her adventures. #DeathinVenice #bookreview #Netgalley #Bookouture #cozymystery #newbooks
Stunning views across the Grand Canal and a hotel suite fit for royalty… Lady Eleanor Swift is having a jolly good time on her Italian vacation, until a gondola ride is cut murderously short!
1924. Lady Eleanor Swift has been on a grand tour around Italy for a month with her butler Clifford. Finally arriving in Venice, she’s thrilled to be attending the famous carnival: all that’s needed is the…
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#2024 Books#A Lady Eleanor Swift Mystery Book#ARC Review#Book Review#Bookouture#Cozy Mystery#Death in Venice#Eleanor Swift#Golden Age Mystery#Historical Fiction#March 2024 Books#Mystery#NetGalley#New Books#Series Books#Verity Bright
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Book Review: Death on Deck by Verity Bright
A new Verity Bright is a delight and in “Death on Deck”, Lady Eleanor is crossing the Atlantic on a opulent ocean liner with her staff. She is surprised to find herself at the centre of a murder and that Detective Seldon is on board!
Along with the staff, the two work together to untangle the mystery whilst keeping up appearances. Amongst finding red herrings and clues, the group enjoys all the…
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#book review#cosy mystery#death on the deck#Highly Recommended#historical#Lady Swift#Murder#murder mystery#netgalley#review#verity bright
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"The skull of Vecna is infused with the power of illusion. It has been known to bring the imaginations of it's wielders into reality."
#surely it's not problematic that the 6 sanity great old one warlock has acquired an item that lets her make her brain goblins real#but on the bright (?) side she is a Corsair Lord now#ramblimgs#art ramblimgs#late night ramblimgs#florian does art#verity vimvaizal#dnd ramblimgs#oc ramblimgs
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Inspired by my bestie @spookyursie
Here are some of my favorite ace characters (both canon and headcanon)
Riley Almanzor from Less is Morgue
The Witch Queen from Old Gods of Appalachia
Jonathan Sims from TMA
Chloe Turner from The Bright Sessions
Sister Carpender from The Silt Verses
Rudyard Funn from Wooden Overcoats
#less is morgue#old gods of appalachia#tma#the bright sessions#the silt verses#wooden overcoats#jessica rabbit#verity willis#yelena belova#wicdiv#connor hawke#nadia van dyne#roshanna chatterji#shatterstar#katniss everdeen
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your newest fic has woken something in me, verity. can i request nice sweet petter with mean!reader, who isn't actually mean ? but she just teases peter and flirts with him and leaves him tongue tied and peter is like "its cruel of you to make me fall in love with you". thank you, you're the best !
masochism
tasm!peter x reader
a/n: this means absolutely nothing. and everything.
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“peter,” you say, dryly, frowning as you set your bag on the chair next to you.
the library is usually empty this time of night. nothing but bookworms and tired librarians with their yawns to break the silence. but that’s how you like it.
that’s why you come this late. you don’t want to make small talk with a stranger asking if they can borrow one of your chairs. and you definitely do not want to get charm and pretty eyes all over you. it doesn’t come out.
“fancy seeing you here,” peter says, and he’s moving from his table to come and sit at yours. his papers are a mess and he doesn’t even blink when he almost drops a pen on the floor.
of course, he doesn’t even need an invitation because he’s peter parker.
“are you stalking me?”
“intentionally?” peter asks, and his smile is teasing and far too bright for the dark of this room. “no. it’s not my fault you always show up where i am. but i’m not complaining.”
“well, i am. i came here to study. alone.”
“and you got the pleasure of receiving my company instead. lucky you.”
you grunt but sit down anyway. even if you actually wanted him to leave, peter wouldn’t. he’s far too stubborn and shiny for that.
it was a mistake to take calculus in the first place, but it was a certifiable failure on your part that peter seemed to latch onto you. he was good at math (another red flag) and he liked to coo and you and your smudges and erase marks.
and he seemed to show up when you least expected it; like he wanted to give you a heart attack.
peter leans over the table, his hair falling over his eyes. “what’re you working on?”
“an essay.”
there’s a beat of silence, and peter laughs. “about…” he ducks his head, eyes teasing and smile incandescent. and irritating.
“the probability of committing homicide in libraries at eleven pm,” you tap a pen against his forehead, pushing him back.
“always at your service.”
“why are you here?” you ask him. “don’t you have babies you need to swaddle? old women you need to fond over you?”
“pfft,” peter says, leaning back, looking far too comfortable. “i already did that today. plus it’s a wednesday night, and the visiting hours at the nursing home end at eight.”
you nod understandingly. “well, unless you want to become apart of my research study, shoo.” you wave him away.
he only laughs. “but i haven’t seen you in almost a week. you’re not taking calculus b.”
peter is wearing a mock pout. his eyes are glowing in the three foot distance between you. and the smirk on his face is only a harsh reminder of how much you hate him. his hair is curled at the edges and it’s brushed across the top of his forehead. his teeth are straight and white.
and you can see when he swallows.
“oh you mean bodily torture part two? yeah, no, i figured i’d go with the classic bondage exposé class this semester.”
peter clears his throat, chuckling, and you watch as his cheeks tinge with pink.
“you’ve taken that class, haven’t you, peter?”
“haven’t had the opportunity, no.”
“well, if you never need a quick lesson…” you whisper, voice sultry and on the edge of manic laughter. watching peter squirm in his seat almost makes up for the lack of studying going on right now.
“good to know.”
you purse your lips at him, making an effort not to laugh.
while this conversation has headed into unfound territory, you’ve managed to pull out your notes and turn on your computer, making peter a little more than an object in the distance.
but not peter spins your computer around, illuminating his face, and frowning as he stares at the screen.
“this is a blank document,” he says.
“what wonderful observation skills you have.”
“your name isn’t even at the top.”
you steal the computer back, scowling. “i’m working on it.”
“oh, are you?”
“you’re distracting me,” you hiss at him, eyes glaring and heart burning as he smiles back.
peter is too smiley. he’s too effortlessly calm. too much for you, and too much for this entire library.
“oh, i’m distracting you?” he repeats, shaking his head. “that’s priceless.”
“i’m not sure what you’re implying.”
“i’m saying,” peter whispers, “that you’re the one talking to me about bondage while i’m trying to make pleasant conversation—“
“oh, i’m so sorry,” you interrupt, hand going to your chest in mock sympathy. “it just seemed like something you’d be in to.”
peter snorts. “really?”
“if the rope fits,” you say back, looking away from him and counting to ten.
you need lessons in holding your tongue. lessons in how to respond when someone smiles at you like there’s nothing else they’d rather be smiling at.
“that’s not funny,” peter says, but his lips are curled.
“then why are you laughing?”
“i like riling you up,” he says, “it’s very amusing.”
“you just called yourself a tease. you’re not even trying to hide it now,” you point out.
your computer dims because you haven’t touched it in the last three minutes.
“that would make you the masochist, wouldn’t it? since you’re the one enduring my teasing?”
“is this your idea of foreplay, peter?”
“is it working?”
you hadn’t even realized that you were leaning in with him. just a couple more inches and you’d be nose to nose.
you smile at him, undeterred by his proximity—at least, mostly—pretty and sweet. “why don’t you come over here and find out.”
peter tuts. “don’t say things you don’t mean, bub.”
“who says i don’t mean it?”
you’re mostly teasing him. mostly trying to get him to move as far away from you ask possible before you wrap your hands around his neck and either strangle him or kiss him until he wants to strangle you.
but finally, peter leans back, sighing. “you’re driving me insane, you know that?”
you shrug. “you’re the one stalking me.”
you look away from him, pulling your computer closer to you, and tapping on the keys to wake it up.
“i wouldn’t have to stalk you if you would just accept my offer to go to dinner.”
“i’m not really a dinner person,” you say, licking your lips while you purposefully avoid his gaze.
“coffee, then. or a trip to the schools gift shop. i’ll buy you a sweater.”
“mmm… i’m not really a peter person.”
“now that’s just mean,” he says, but you can hear him smiling. you can feel him watching you, his eyes burning circles into your skin.
it’s a pleasant warmth, though.
“i know,” you drawl, looking up at him. “and you still won’t leave me alone.”
peter sighs, shrugging, and he’s smiling while he looks at you. “maybe i’m the masochist.”
you try not to laugh and fail.
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part two
#i know it’s missing the important line but this is too intimate a moment to ruin with talks of love#tasm peter x reader#andrew!spiderman#the amazing spider-man#ask#peter parker#peter parker x reader#andrew garfield!peter parker x reader#tasm peter parker#spider-man#the amazing spider man#tasm spiderman#tasmania#tasm#tasm!peter imagine#tasm!peter fluff#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!spiderman x reader#tasm!peter fanfiction#tasm!peter smut#tasm!peter one shot#tasm!peter x y/n#tasm!peter x you#tasm!peter parker#andrew!peter smut#andrew!peter imagine#andrew!peter parker#andrew!peter x reader#andrew garfield#andrew garfield peter parker
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CONSIDER:
Loki introduces Thor to all of his friends, his eyes bright, his smile beaming, every bone in his body vibrating with excitement.
LOKI: Thor, this is Casey.
CASEY: Hi.
LOKI: I threatened to gut him like a fish when we first met, but he didn't know what a fish was.
CASEY: Loki got me a couple of beta fish for Yule! (He holds up the fish bowl).
LOKI: Quiet fellow but very tech savvy. (He winks and claps Casey's shoulder.) Now, over here, we have Ouroboros. We like to call him OB.
OB: That's my nickname!
LOKI: He's the mastermind behind this whole place and everything in it. Would out-engineer Stark's little toys any day!
OB:
LOKI: Verity!
LOKI: Thor, this the very first person I met. New leader of the TVA and best there is. Real trooper, this one. Although, we did have a rather rough start...
VERITY: I punched him in slow-motion.
THOR: Oo ... Pray, do you have a recording of it?
LOKI: ANYWAY! I'm surprised she's here today, but allow me to introduce you to the one and only: Sylvie!
SYLVIE: Loki.
THOR: (eyes narrowing, observing her strikingly familiar clothes) You look ... rather similar.
LOKI: That's because she's me and I'm her, except we're not exactly the same, in fact there are some key differences...
SYLVIE: I have common sense, for one.
LOKI: Long story short, it's all very complicated, we fought, we got close, we fought again--
SYLVIE: --He's like a stray. Can't get rid of him.
LOKI: Think my tongue is sharp? Watch out for this one's.
Loki looks across the way to where Mobius stands, hands in his pockets and an indulgent smile on his face. Loki clears his throat as he approaches, his feet slowing as they draw near. He opens his mouth, but Thor beats him to it.
THOR: And you must be Mobius.
MOBIUS: That's the name I answer to.
THOR: My brother has told me much of you.
MOBIUS: Only good things, I hope.
THOR: Nothing but.
#loki#mobius#lokius#loki season 2#loki series#ouroboros#ob#casey#b 15#verity willis#sylvie#thor#my fanfic ideas
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WHAT GIRL GROUP THEIR S/O WOULD BE IN : idol!enha x idol! reader
𓂂 ˳ enhypen maknae line, fluff warnings: intentional lower case
kim seonwoo ( 김선우 )
୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ stayc, you guys meet each other during promotions for asap and drunk dazed, he remembers being entranced when he bumped into the girl with bright pink hair, he apologized and that was the last time you guys saw each other for a while, until both wonyoung and sunghoon wouldn’t be able to do music bank because of solo activities so wonyoung chose you to fill in for her since both you and her are close friends and sunghoon decided to pick sunoo. you guys went viral for your chemistry, you both were practically all over korea and people wanted to see more of the both of you, so mnet being the popularity and money hunger people they are reached out to both of your companies to make a verity show where both you and sunoo interview groups and idols and do activities together and that’s how your relationship began. the show is a hit and your chemistry is no joke, it’s an ongoing joke in the industry that you guys are dating, you guys are so loved that knetz wouldn’t even care if you guys came out dating.
yang jungwon ( 양정원 )
୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ xg, you guys met through riki, you and riki have been best friends since you were little and while he was training to be a kpop idol you were training in japan to be in xg. jungwon remembers when xg debuted and riki put it on the tv, he remembers just being mesmerized by you the whole time but it wasn’t until xg had their comeback shooting star that he got to meet you, all the other times both you and riki were to busy to meet up so jungwon never got to tag along, but this time riki decided to surprise you backstage during your group promotions, jungwon watched you in awe as you ran to hug riki, you look even better in real life, then riki introduced you and him to each other and that’s how you relationship blossomed. you teach him japanese and he teaches you korean, him and riki often fight over you “im her boyfriend!” “well im her best friend!”
 nishimura riki ( 西村リキ )
୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ new jeans, both you and riki are the dancers of your groups and the youngest, well your second youngest of your group and he’s the youngest, but because of your similarities fans started shipping you guys like crazy like as soon as you debuted, it’s giving lisa and jungkook shippers (yea that kind of shipping) the only difference is that you guys are actually dating, you and him started dating when you were a trainee and he was on his second year of being in enhypen. you guys love laughing at the people that call your shippers delusional because they’re actually right, you guys are literally the cutest couple, you choreograph dances together all the time. your relationship got exposed when dispatch released a photo of him taking a walk late at night and the fans were like “I’m never making fun of shippers again.” so now it’s known that you guys are dating but it’s very private, some people forget that your untill another a photo comes out a couple months later.
#niki enhypen#enhypen jungwon#enhypen sunoo#enhypen maknae line#enhypen x reader#idol!reader#enhypen x idol reader#enhypen headcanons#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff
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Ocean Eyes || SV5 x Reader
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, implied age gap, bisexual!seb, Seb used to have (romantic) feelings for Lewis
Wordcount: 2.2k
Don’t ask me why this is set during Christmas break. I don’t even have the excuse I wrote it in December; I wrote it in February
Can we also just take a second to appreciate how cute this gif😭🫶
Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace @aexitizen-ln4
It was snowing. Quite a lot actually. But it was expected when you were this close to Christmas
She hated the snow. It wasn’t really her, but she had to go out with the dog anyway
She stood on the porch, watching the dog play in the snow, trying to catch the snow flakes
She had been at her parents house for about a week now, and she knew they were close with the neighbour, but she had yet to see him
She figured that maybe he was visiting family and wasn’t home, but she couldn’t know for sure
Just as she thought about what he might look like, she heard a door open to her right. She looked over. When you talk about the devil
“Oh, hey” He smiled over at her “You must be Y/N” He said walking closer to the fence separating the two yards
“Yeah, I am. You must be Sebastian” She answered, walking over to him
“I am. Nice to finally meet you” They shook hands “You’re parents has spoken so much about you”
He was pretty. His smile was bright, making small wrinkles appear in the corner of his eyes- his eyes. They were the most drop dead, gorgeous, ocean blue eyes. Never had she seen such pretty eyes
“They have? Hope it’s only the good stuff” She chuckled nervously, slightly embarrassed
“They say it in a way where can only think it’s good, if that’s any relief” He said, smiling back at her
His ears and nose, as well as his cheeks had started turning red from the coldness of the air, but it only made him so much prettier
A loud bark cut her out of her trance “Are you done?” She asked as she had turned around “Alright” She sighed “I better go. Nice meeting you”
“Nice meeting you too” He said before they parted and she went into the house again
“Saw you were talking with Sebastian” Her mother said, sipping her tea when she walked into the house
“Oh. Um, yeah” She said, taking off her coat and shoes and placed them neatly on their spot
“What’d you think?” She said, trying to hide her smirk behind her cup
“He’s… Nice. Don’t know enough about him” She went into the living room, slumping down on the couch and returned to her phone
“Good to know” Her mother whispered, taking a place in the living room as well
“I think I baked too much” She said, looking at the verity of cookies on the kitchen counter
“I promised Sebastian you would come over with some” Her father said passing her in the kitchen
“What? Why?” She asked, looking confused at him
“Because he doesn’t have anyone to bake for him” He answered before walking out of the kitchen
“Maybe he’ll invite you in for a cup of tea” Her mother said not looking away from her book
“Mom! Have you realised how much older than me he is?” She said, drawing her mom’s attention to her
“So what? Age is just a number, beside he thinks you’re pretty” She said, closing her book and putting it on the counter
“I’ll walk over with some cookies, but I won’t stay for long, okay? Deal?” She said, looking directly into her mother eyes
“Okay. Deal. Give him some of each, okay?” She said before leaving the kitchen
“Cookies?” She said the moment the door opened
“Hello to you too, miss y/n” Sebastian said, quite startled by the sudden words
“Sorry… Hi” She said, her cheeks lightly heating up
“Thank you” He said, putting his hand under the box of she had in her hands “Wanna come in?” He asked, opening the door more
She thought about the deal she made with her mom but decided to screw it
“Sure. Thank you” She said, taking a step into the small hallway
She took off her coat and boots as Sebastian walked to the kitchen to put the cookies away “Tea or coffee?” He asked when she stepped in the kitchen
“Whatever you’re having” She smiled, fidgeting with her fingers behind her back
“Okay. Just go to the living room and I’ll be in in a minute” She did as she was told
She looked around the pictures around her. They were pretty. It was mostly of mountains. Some where with who she assumed to be family or friends
One sparked her interest. She walked over to the shelf where it sat. It was an old picture. 2010 maybe. It was Sebastian and another guy
“That was a long time ago” He said walking up beside her “Here” He gave her the cup. Honey
“Sorry. Shouldn’t have-“ “No, it’s fine” She looked at the picture a moment longer before she opened her mouth again
“Who is he?” She sipped on her tea, hissing slightly at the burning water “You look like good friends”
“Lewis. We’re still friends” He sighed sipping his own tea
“Why’d you say it like that?” She asked confused, eyebrows knitted together
“The day that picture was taken, I told myself I was gonna tell him about my feelings towards him. I never did, but sometimes I wonder what would’ve happen if I did” He chuckled the last part, turning around and sat on the couch
She didn’t say anything, but she sat down on the couch turning her body slightly towards him
“I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re assuming” He said, turning his head towards her
God, were his eyes beautiful like this
“No, no. I’m not assuming anything, not against it either” That seamed to relieve some anxiety off his shoulders
It wasn’t an awkward silence they were left in
“Tell me about yourself” She said, sipping on her tea “You know practically everything about me, thank you parents, but I know nothing about you”
He agreed, and he seamed like he hated talking about himself, but he didn’t tell her that, she could see it in his eyes as he spoke
“It really isn’t that interesting” He chuckled, looking into his lost empty cup
“Not that interesting? You used to be in a sport where you risked your life every time you went. That seems interesting for a few lifetimes” They had somehow both ended up on the floor during their conversation
“A few lifetimes? That seems like a lot” He chuckled
“It’s a life risking Sport, of course it’s a lot” She said, scooting closer to him if that was even possible at this point
“You’re life is interesting too” He said, trying to get the topic off of him
“Not as much as yours” At this point, they were practically sitting in each others laps
They fell into a comfortable silence after that. She was lost in the blues of his eyes
“You’re eyes are so pretty” She said, not expecting the deep blush that landed on his cheeks
“T-thank you” He said flustered, looking into his hands in his lap “You’re p-pretty, too”
It was cute when he stuttered. She hooked her finger under his chin, lifting his head upwards again
“Thank you” She loved the way she made him blush like he did “You’re even more pretty like this”
That set off something inside of him. He pushed her hand away, pulling her in by her neck, smashing their lips together
He pulled her into his lap when she kissed back. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer
She pulled away, almost gasping for air. His blow pupils ruined the view she had of the ocean in his eyes
She drove back to his lips, but a little softer. She flicked her tongue over his bottom lip and he parted his lips immediately, letting her tongue into him
Maybe it was because it still lingered on her own tongue, but he tasted like honey. Sweet honey. Not like the shit kind you can buy at any grocery store, but a good one
He groaned into her mouth, feeling the way she was exploring every corner of his mouth. His hands were tighter on her hips, sensing shivers over her body
“It’s getting late” She mumbled into his mouth “I should probably go home” But she didn’t pull away from the kiss
“Mhm… You probably should” Neither did he pull away, he instead pulled her sweater over her head, throwing it on the ground
“Bedroom” The kiss had started getting sloppy and out of rhythm
He only shortly nodded while picked her up without problems, her legs hanging around his waist
He effortlessly carried her into his bedroom, softly placing her on the bed without breaking the kiss
He only broke the kiss to start trailing over her jaw and down to her neck, drawing out a string of whimpers from her
“Off” She barely said anything as she started tugging at his shirt “Please” He finally obliged and pulled his shirt off
Her hands went to his chest the second she could, feeling his skin under her palms. Her hands started wandering as he went back to sucking on her skin
She started bucking her hips upwards, wanting to feel him against her. His hands went to her back, unhooking her bra, pulling it off of her
He looked into her eyes as he placed a gentle kiss between her breasts. He pulled away before his hands went to her pants
He unbuttoned and zipped them down before slowly pulling them down her legs, pulling her socks with them
His fingertips felt like feathers when he pulled down her panties, kissing her legs on the way
He went up, spreading her legs before placing light kisses on the inside of her thighs. She whined when he passed the spot she needed him
“Sebastian, please” She bucked her hips, hoping to get closer to his mouth
He gave into her, pushing his tongue through her wet folds, grazing over her clit, earning him a moan
“Fuck, please! Keep going!” She threaded her hand in his long curls, pulling him closer again
He chuckled, but obliged. Bending her knees, holding around her thighs, he drove his tongue back over her clit, flickering it
She tried squeezing her legs together, but he managed to hold the outwards before she squeezed around his head
“Keep them apart, sweetheart” She whimpered at the nickname, trying so hard to spread her legs to give him access “Good girl”
One of his hands went towards her entrance, teasing her before pushing two of his fingers inside
She whimpered as her back arched off of the bed and he eyes rolled into the back of her head behind closed eyes
He started pumping in and out of her with a slow pace before finding a good rhythm he could work with
He curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot inside her making her almost screw out in pleasure
“At this volume, I think your parents might hear” He smirked, sucking lightly on her inner thighs
Her body started shaking slightly “Sebastian… Fuck. Feels so good” Her back started hurting from the position she was in
“God, you sounds so good for me. Fucking pretty moans” His tongue went back to her clit, putting pressure on the bundle of nerves
“Seb-fuck! Stop, stop” He immediately pulled out of her, looking with worry up at her
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his thumbs circling the skin on her hips
“Felt too good. Wouldn’t… Wouldn’t want to come without you” He chuckled at her words, but happily got out of his pants and boxers
He got in between her legs, pulling them around his hips, lining himself up with her entrance
He pushed in just the tip before slowly pushing all the way in, letting her slowly adjust to his size
“Move, please” He did so, holding her hips as he slowly moved in and out of her
“Fuck, you feel so good around me” He breathed out, sounding almost like a moan, but not quite
“Filling me up so good” She whimpered, looking up into his eyes, her hands clasped around his forearms, holding herself steady
If she knew that those fucking pretty ocean blue eyes would be looking at her like this, she would’ve visited her parents sooner
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, please” She moaned loud when he started hitting the spot that made her see stars over and over again
He could feel his own orgasm growing in the pit of his stomach “Come for me, Schatzi”
His accent sent her over the edge, her whole body trembling with such force that just looking at her sent him over the edge as well, filling her up with his cum
“Fuck, you’re even prettier like this” He chuckled, seeing her fucked out state as he pulled out of her
He got them both cleaned up before he tugged them both under the sheets
They barely got a moment of silence before her phone rang. It was tugged into her jeans somewhere on the floor
“I’ll get it” He said, seeing her exhausted state “It’s your mom” He chuckled
“Just let it ring through” She said, turning over onto her stomach
#smut#formula one#Sebastian vettel#Sebastian vettel smut#Sebastian vettel x reader#Sebastian vettel x reader smut#Spotify
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Murder in an Irish Castle by Verity Bright (A Lady Swift Mystery)
Rating: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤
Lady Eleanor Swift Mysteries in reading order:
A Very English Murder
Death at the Dance
A Witness to Murder
Murder in the Snow
Mystery by the Sea
Murder at the Fair
A Lesson in Murder
Death on a Winter’s day
A Royal Murder
The French for Murder
Death Down the Aisle
Murder in an Irish Castle
Death on Deck
Murder in Manhattan
Murder by Invitation
#Murder in an Irish Castle#books#book recommendations#Verity Bright#A Lady Swift Mystery#book reviews
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"Show Me & Teach Me"
Part III - A Heart Full to Bursting
Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya OC
Part III Summary: Will Seyla finally find the courage to tell Neteyam how she feels?
Content: SMUT 18+ MDNI, angst & fluff, pining, protective Neteyam, romance, Neteyam is your mentor, teacher-student chemistry, eventual happy ending, slight age-gap fetish, older man-younger woman.
Word count: 9.3k
Part I - Show Me & Teach Me
Part II - I Like Your Stars Better
Author’s Note:
I apologise for the delay between Part II and this final Part III. I’ve had a difficult few weeks at work and I can’t write when I’m tired, the words just don’t flow. But here it finally is! The conclusion to Neteyam and Seyla’s journey. This part is more emotional than the last, but it’s no less spicy. Enjoy! 😉
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It had started as a dull ache at first, just a mild pressure in Seyla’s chest that niggled at her throughout her days; three unspoken words whispering and swirling gently in the tender depths of her heart. I love you...
She kept them a secret.
The small ache had then grown, ebbing and flowing like the modest currents of the spring water streams that ran down through the mountains and hills, feeding into faster-flowing waters. And as more time passed, the three words began to chant themselves louder within her, the ache surging into capricious currents like river rapids that frothed and churned, filling her heart with a deep yearning to speak what she felt aloud. I love you, Neteyam…
But still, Seyla kept her lips sealed.
Now, the three unspoken words roared like furious thunder in her soul, demanding to be freed so they could dance on her tongue and slip past her lips into the realm of spoken truth. It was almost unbearable how full her heart felt, so full it was close to bursting. The pressure was almost akin to pain.
Seyla did not know whether it was her timidity, her fear or just plain youthful inexperience that caused her to cling on so tightly to her silence. Perhaps it was a combination of all three. She had no doubt about her feelings; there was nothing she felt more certain of in her life. She loved Neteyam. Her heart was his to possess and yet she could not find the courage to speak the words.
The only times she was distracted from the agonising ache was when she was deep in concentration; focused singularly on a complex healing task at work, or focused so entirely on Neteyam during another one of their lessons. Indeed, her heart was not the only thing too full of him at the present moment. Her mouth was currently also too full to speak the verity in her heart even if she wanted to.
A deep, rumbling moan sounded from Neteyam as his hands threaded themselves into Seyla’s beaded braids where she was knelt before him, his cock in her mouth. His grip was firm and her braids pulled against her scalp where he had fisted them in his hands, but the slight pain was pleasurable, Seyla found.
Running one hand in a tantalising caress along the inside of one of his thighs, she moaned keenly, bobbing her head while she worked his beautifully hard length in and out of the wet heat of her mouth. Her other hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock where it was too far down for her mouth to reach, and she stroked him in time with the bobbing of her head.
A string of expletives ground their way out from between Neteyam’s gritted teeth, “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re getting too good at this, numeyu (student).”
Hollowing her cheeks and drawing up his length with a long, slow suck, Seyla’s lips popped free of his cock with a soft slurp and she looked up at him through coquettish eyes, “Mm, I’ve got a good tutor.”
With her bright green eyes never leaving his, she stuck her tongue out and began to run it in a slow swipes from side to side against the sensitive, ridged underside of his cock head. The move earned her a strangled grunt from Neteyam and a little spurt of pre-cum against her tongue, salty and sweet. His head lolled backward against the bark of the tree he was leaning against and she revelled in the way his breaths came in deep heaves; each one causing his broad chest and shoulders to expand and contract raggedly.
Seyla could feel her own arousal like a thumping beat between her thighs. Her sensitive flesh tingled and she was sure she could feel core drenching itself in slick. She absolutely relished seeing Neteyam like this, completely undone and unguarded. It made her feel empowered in a way she had never felt before to have such a formidable male at her mercy.
“Yawntu, please stop teasing.” Neteyam’s words were a pleading whine and his grip tightened in her braids, though he made no move to force Seyla’s head closer to him. She giggled. He was ever the gentleman even amid his burning desire.
Licking a teasing stripe up his length, she conceded to his request and took him into her mouth again, carefully puckering her lips like he had taught her so she would not nick him with her teeth. Enjoying the way his girth stretched the moist confines of her mouth, she slowly pressed her head down until he hit the back of her throat, before pulling back up again in another tormenting suck.
Seyla carried on at her unhurried pace, making sure to pay special attention to the swollen tip of his cock every time she bobbed back up to it with a particular suck and swirl of her tongue. She caressed his balls with her free hand, encircling them in a loose grip and fondling them with her thumb and fingers. Neteyam emitted a whimper and his hips jerked.
Humming in satisfaction when his cock hardened impossibly further in her mouth, Seyla brazenly reached down with another hand to touch herself. Her fingers ran easily past her core, collecting the slippery moisture that had pooled there. Her eyes lifted to Neteyam’s face again and she found him watching her with a slack jaw and hooded eyes. Raising her slick-soaked fingers from her core, she ran them smoothly up the skin of his thigh, leaving a glistening trail of dampness in their wake, all the while still dutifully bobbing and sucking like a conscientious student.
Neteyam’s face twisted and he panted wantonly, his hips squirming a little under her ministrations, “Seyla, please.”
Drawing back off him again with another pop so she could speak, Seyla purred, “Please, what? Tell me what you want karyu (teacher).” She continued to fondle his length with a hand, squeezing and stroking his shaft, but she stopped her strokes just short of the sensitive head in a deliberate move to tease.
It was at times like this that Seyla amazed herself. She had discovered a feminine confidence within herself these last couple of moons in these provocative situations with Neteyam. She took control where she wanted to, whispered filthy things to him, coaxed whimpers from him and made him beg with a self-assurance she never knew she possessed.
It was ironic really. She was like a bold palulukan during their carnal evening explorations, but when it came to voicing the ardent emotions she harboured for him in her heart, she was like a wilting tsawksyul (sun lily).
A bead of pre-cum seeped out from his cock and Seyla swiftly cleaned it away with a keen lick of her tongue. Neteyam had yet to give her an answer, but he appeared too consumed by his pleasure in that moment as she proceeded to play with him even further. She toyed gently with the mushroom-shaped tip, softly caressing it in small up and down strokes with only her fingertips.
Neteyam was clearly becoming impatient in his endeavour to find ecstasy. He pumped his hips lightly, seeking more friction against the devilry her hands were wreaking upon him. Deciding to indulge him a bit, Seyla clasped his length firmly with both hands and allowed him to thrust into her grasp. She lowered her head towards her hands and positioned her lips in such a way that would permit the head of his cock to press against her puckered lips in a salacious kiss with each upward thrust of his hips.
The daylight was diminishing quickly now with the onset of eclipse and Seyla absorbed the masculine vision before her in the tawny light. Neteyam’s tanhì (bioluminescent freckles) were aglow now in the darkening atmosphere. His skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration and a single rivulet of sweat was beading its way down his sternum between impressive pectorals. The muscles of his abdomen and his thighs flexed from time to time with his thrusts and by Eywa did he smell divine.
An intoxicating musk was pouring off him, a rich aroma of woodland pine and pure male sex appeal. It made Seyla very much wish that his cock was filling something else of hers instead of her hands. Her core pulsed and clenched in want between her legs, disappointed at the emptiness it felt which she knew would be so satisfyingly filled by the beautiful, hard cock pumping in and out of her grasp.
But she and Neteyam had yet to cross that line. And besides, they were late for dinner at his family’s home now too.
Seyla saw Neteyam’s gaze flicker briefly to the darkening horizon as if he too was registering the latter-mentioned fact. His lips peeled back from his teeth in an unsatisfied grimace and he panted at her through his thrusts, “I’m so close. Can you be a sweet girl and finish me off like I taught you last time?”
Seyla felt a spark of excitement rush through her at the memory of their last encounter. Neteyam had guided her around what he liked and he had been a striking and wild picture of pleasure when she had thrown him over the edge. “Yes, karyu.”
Remembering what she was taught, she grasped his balls with her left hand in a firm grip, snug enough that she felt the skin of his scrotum pulling but not so tight as to be painful. A pleasure-filled hiss from Neteyam confirmed she was right. Encircling his shaft with her right hand, she positioned it at the base to hold him still before wrapping her lips over the swollen tip of his cock. Focusing just on the tip, Seyla began to bob her head quickly, the flat of her tongue roving over the oozing slit at the top with each rapid draw and suck.
Neteyam’s reaction was immediate and a long, throaty groan exhaled from him, “Oh Great Mother, yes. Just like that, yawntu.”
Seyla knew he would not last long based on the telltale stuttering of his hips and the shuddering of his breaths. He was so beautiful like this, all rippling muscle and moaning with wild abandon as he hurtled towards his peak. She felt her own nipples stiffen at the stimulating sight and the throbbing want between her own legs intensified.
His groans were getting harsher now and Seyla felt one of his hands leave her braids to cup her jaw, which she had learned was his indication that he was about to orgasm. She was not going to pull away though. She wanted to taste him on her tongue and imbibe every drop of the essence he was about to gift her.
Neteyam’s entire frame tensed and Seyla took a quick and indulgent glance at his face, noting how his jaw was dropped and his eyes were screwed shut while he sailed over the edge into oblivion. Gorgeous. She pressed her head down, taking his length as far as she could go. She felt his cock harden before it pulsed and jumped, hot fluid spattering the back of her throat as she instinctively swallowed it all down with a gratified moan.
The stifled cries of bliss from Neteyam as he came were music to Seyla’s ears and she rubbed his thighs relaxingly while he came down from his climax. She slowly drew her mouth back over his sensitised flesh one last time to clean him off before she released him, licking her lips demurely and patting the sides of her mouth with her hands to make sure she had not missed any stray drops.
A breath blew out from Neteyam’s lips and he chuckled at her with a shake of his head, “By Eywa, look at you, you’re so beautiful on your knees. Pleased with yourself, are you? Enjoyed your dessert before dinner?”
Seyla rose elegantly to her feet with a smug smile, “Very pleased.”
She moved to pluck her loincloth from where it lay over a nearby rock, but she felt Neteyam catch her wrist and spin her to face him. Clutching her against him, Neteyam stole a hungry kiss from her. Evidently his desire had not been completely slaked.
“We’re late for dinner now and it’s all your fault.” Neteyam murmured against her lips, his hot hands roaming in a searing trail down her back and over her pert bottom.
“You needed it.” Seyla breathed in return, “You were so wound up after the disagreement you had earlier with the other warriors. You were strung tighter than a bowstring that’s too short for its bow. Do you regret my offer?”
“No, I could never regret that delightful mouth of yours.” Neteyam’s hands roved past the cleft of her buttocks and she gasped when two of his fingers slipped easily through her folds to breach her core. He smirked, devilishly handsome, while he curled his fingers within her tight heat and revelled in the way Seyla writhed against him, “Perhaps the only thing I regret about letting you have your way with me is that I now have to wait until after dinner for my own dessert. I’m not done with you, yawntu. We’ll finish what you started later.”
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Dinner with the Sullys went tremendously. The comfortable teasing and banter they all shared was both a wonder and a comfort to Seyla who had grown up an only child. They shared the happenings of their day with each other, joking and laughing as they ate.
Neteyam had been incredibly attentive to Seyla the whole evening. Not that his family had excluded her by any means, but knowing she was shy, he had made sure to keep her included in conversation and had encouraged her with a squeeze of her knee whenever she spoke. He had checked what foods she preferred and consistently ensured she had enough on her grazing mat, topping it up with more teylu grub, stewed yerik, spiced grains and leafy greens as she ate. In return, Seyla had peeled and cored the various fruits they shared afterward. They had fed each other fragrant pieces of sweet fruit by hand, so wrapped up in each other that they were completely oblivious to the quietly approving eyes of the rest of the family, Neytiri and Mo’at in particular.
“They make a very sweet pair, sa’nok. She’s a good choice for Neteyam.” Neytiri remarked under her breath, sitting alongside her mother as they enjoyed their dessert of fruit.
Mo’at’s eyes crinkled in the corners, a wizened smile gracing her lips as she watched her grandson and his betrothed. They were sat closely together, their crossed knees touching. Their sides were pressed against each other’s and their tails were twined like lianas while the downy tufts of hair at the ends whipped and frolicked in a frisky tango with each other. The tsahìk breathed a tranquil breath, “Yes, they suit each other remarkably well and the bond they share is deep.”
“Seyla is blessed by the Great Mother too. I can feel the grace of Eywa about her. Her heart is tender, but her spirit is strong.” Neytiri added, chortling to herself when she saw Seyla attempting to fend off another piece of fruit, which Neteyam was trying to coax into her mouth.
“Indeed, she will be a formidable tsahìk in time. I daresay they will be among the greatest leaders the Omatikaya have ever seen.” Mo’at agreed, “Eywa calls to them both, maite. It won’t be long, I feel, before we will be celebrating their blessed union.”
“No, not long indeed.” Neytiri smiled, feeling balmy warmth swell in her heart at the sight of the young pair. She recognised the expression Neteyam wore, his attention focused singularly on the young woman beside him as he beamed at her through golden eyes that were radiant with contentment. Her son was absolutely besotted and it only warmed Neytiri further to see the same enamoured expression mirrored on Seyla’s face.
“One more.” Neteyam cajoled, lifting another saccharine fruitlet to Seyla’s lips. Her giggles were infectious and he tittered along with her, playfully zipping his hand this way and that to avoid her repeated attempts to bat him away.
“No, I’m full! I’ll be sick otherwise. The fruit is very sweet!” Seyla twittered, twisting away from his fruit-laden fingers.
“Just like you are.” Neteyam said, yielding to her wishes and slipping the fruity morsel into his own mouth instead, “Although, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, yawntu.” He bumped his nose softly against her cheek in a tender nuzzle and winked at her, before helping himself to more fruit.
Seyla sucked in a small breath at his affectionate words and she felt herself flush from her cheeks all the way to the pointed tips of her ears. There it was again, that teeming pressure in her chest and the uncomfortable tingling on her lips; an ever-mounting urge to confess to him how she felt.
Great Mother, Neteyam was so beautiful. His cerulean skin gleamed slightly in the lambent glow of the firelight and Seyla particularly enjoyed the lean flex of the muscles on his broad back as he reached across the platters of food to pick at more teylu grub. Physical appeal aside, Neteyam was also a good man, a much-loved brother and son, and a wonderfully attentive partner.
Neteyam was her betrothed. They had kissed, played and enjoyed each other’s bodies for many weeks now, and she had known him and respected him as her mentor for far longer still. He had been clear in his initial affection for her, had asked her to accept him as her future mate, so why was she struggling to tell him she loved him?
Or perhaps her struggle was fuelled by the underlying insecurity of the converse question: Why had Neteyam not told her he loved her?
Those three words that hankered to escape the confines of her sealed lips had not crossed the threshold of his either. Maybe he did not feel for her as deeply as she did for him and Seyla did not want to make a fool of herself by being too eager.
“Seyla!” Tuk called from across the space, approaching them with a cheery grin, “I hate to peel you away from my brother, but can you re-do my braids for me, please? You’re so good at them. Besides, we’re overdue some girl time and Lo’ak is being gross over there.”
A loud burp sounded from the far corner where Lo’ak was lounging and Kiri swatted his thigh before scrambling away from him. She heartily agreed with Tuk, “Yep! He’s got enough gas to light a bonfire currently.”
“Hey, man!” Lo’ak protested with an exaggerated pout, patting his distended belly, “Go easy on me. I feel like I’ve eaten an entire sturmbeest cow.”
Neteyam gave an emphatic laugh, “You look like you’ve eaten a cow, bro!” He placed a warm kiss on Seyla’s forehead then and gestured for her to join Kiri and Tuk where they were seated not far away. His voice was low as he uttered a promise, “I’ll catch you later. I haven’t had my dessert yet, remember?.”
Seyla’s eyes widened at him in shocked warning, hoping his voice had been quiet enough that no one had overheard his comment, but she grinned at him anyway and joked, “Go, I think Lo’ak might need your help burping him. Firm pats on the back should do it.”
Kiri was already helping Tuk to undo the existing braids of her hair and Seyla moved to join the two women. Being only a couple of years older than Tuk, Seyla was closer to her than she was to the other Sully siblings. She and Tuk had been in the same circle of friends as children and she had a few fond memories of the games they used to play together.
“Your hair is getting so long.” Seyla breathed, settling herself at Tuk’s back as Kiri moved over to make space for her, “It’s nice and thick and healthy too.”
“Groundnut oil, like you said. Works wonders for the hair.” Tuk beamed.
“Yes, I’m sure Tuk wants to look her best to impress her tunutu (crush).” Kiri teased, jabbing Tuk lightly in the ribs, which the young woman protested with a playful swat at her older sister.
Seyla sucked in an excited breath, chortling impishly at the topic of conversation, “Ooh, who is it?” She ran her fingers through Tuk’s hair and her skilled hands began their braiding work, “You’re stuck here now while I do your hair so you have plenty of time to tell me about him.”
Tuk gave a narked harrumph and Seyla saw Kiri laugh at what must have been a glower on her younger sister’s face.
Kiri snorted with an eyeroll, busying her hands with some flax weaving, “She isn’t going to tell you so you’re going to have to guess. I’ll help you.”
“Kiri!” Tuk squealed in complaint, though her tone held more embarrassment than heat.
“Is he around our age?” Seyla queried. Tuk stubbornly remained mute, but Kiri shook her head and tilted her head upward in a hint. “Oh, older? Let’s see, what does he do?”
The kittenish game carried on, Seyla guessing various occupations and making several deductions based on Kiri’s enthusiastic hints and expressions. Tuk was muttering curses under her breath at the discomfiture of the whole situation though she had no choice but to sit still while Seyla finished her hair.
“It doesn’t matter.” Tuk grumbled, “He doesn’t take any notice of me.”
“Well, why don’t you go up to him and talk to him?” The suggestion earned Seyla a pointed look from both Kiri and Tuk, who turned to purse her lips at her with an expression of scepticism.
“That’s a bit rich coming from you, oh shy one. You barely speak to anyone you’re not familiar with.” Tuk retorted.
“I just mean that maybe you should put yourself out in his space? Greet him as you walk past? I don’t know. I can’t really offer any tips if I don’t know what he does or who he is.”
Another peevish harrumph from Tuk, “I would go and put myself in his space, but he’s never alone.” Her sentence was punctuated with a sulky pout and she turned her head slightly to shoot a glower in the direction of her older brothers.
A distant memory of her and Tuk talking about boys as children wafted through Seyla’s mind as she registered the scowl on the other girl’s face... An image of the warriors’ party coming and going on their daily assignments came next, and her brain conjured clear recollections of Neteyam and Lo’ak laughing and joking with one of their warrior friends…
A bright spark went off in her brain and Seyla gasped by Tuk’s ear, “Ateyo?”
A startled gulp from Tuk and a victorious hoot of laughter from Kiri was all the confirmation Seyla needed that her guess was correct.
“Shhh! Stop it!” Tuk squirmed, swatting lightly at Kiri again who evidently found the entire situation incredibly entertaining. Tuk cast wary eyes in the direction of her brothers, “Be quiet or they’ll hear you!”
Reaching for another bead to adorn the braid she was working on, Seyla chuckled, “I remember you liked him even when we were kids!”
Tuk shifted self-consciously on her crossed legs and sighed dreamily, “He was cute when we were young. Now he’s hot. Don’t tell Neteyam or Lo’ak or I’ll never stand a chance! They’ll think he’s too old for me.”
Kiri scoffed, turning her flaxen work over and holding it up to the light so she could check her patterning, “Ateyo is only four years older than you. You’re grown now, Tuk, our brothers shouldn’t be meddling. Besides, Neteyam can’t really talk on that point.” Her perceptive eyes fixed on Seyla and they narrowed deliberately while a grin played on her lips.
“Well, Seyla is two years older than me. Plus, you know what Lo’ak is like. Ateyo really looks up to him and Neteyam, and I don’t want Lo’ak to pull the whole ‘don’t touch my baby sister’ shit on him.” Tuk griped, reaching back to carefully pluck at one of her finished braids. She surveyed Seyla’s handiwork with admiration and gave her a grateful smile.
“One last bead,” Seyla breathed, her skilful fingers securing the last braid, “And there, you’re done.”
Tuk ran a gentle hand over her head, patting at her new braids and she turned to give Seyla a hug, “Thank you, sister!”
“Immaculate work as always.” Kiri praised, tucking a loose strand of her own chin-length hair behind her ear, “The only time I feel a tiny inkling of desire to grow my hair out is after seeing the results of your beautiful braiding, Seyla.”
Seyla smiled appreciatively in response at Kiri’s words and returned Tuk’s hug with equal fervour. She placed her hands on Tuk’s shoulders as they drew away from each other and she said, “Mantis orchids are in season right now and our healers’ stock of the flower’s nectar is running low. The orchids bloom their widest at night. I think you should be brave and ask Ateyo to accompany you on an evening walk while you gather more mantis orchid nectar for your grandmother.”
“Just like you should be brave and tell my brother you love him?” Tuk’s riposte came without missing a beat and Seyla’s breath caught in her throat on her next inhale, and she choked, coughing.
“Tuk.” Kiri reproached her sister, knowing her remark bordered on inappropriate as it touched on a very personal subject. Her eyes still held a twinkle of mirth though and her smile was astute as she regarded Seyla.
Seyla felt the saliva in her mouth dry up. Her ability to speak also proceeded to abandon her in a poof of smoke and she felt hot blood rushing to her face and neck in mortification. Great Mother, was she that obvious?
“I don’t- I mean, we haven’t-”
Tuk was now sporting a shit-eating grin that could rival Lo’ak’s at Seyla’s discomposure, and Seyla knew this was her friend’s cheeky payback for being teased about Ateyo.
Tuk gave Seyla’s knee a supportive pat, “It’s OK, it’s not just you. You’re both really obvious.”
“You’ve got that look on your face when you look at Neteyam.” Kiri added, “That moony-eyed and slightly constipated look that people wear when their heart is bursting to jump up their throat and out their mouth.”
Squirming under the scrutiny, Seyla murmured under her breath, “I don’t want to be too forward.”
“He loves you too, I know it.” Kiri reassured, “My brother is good at many things and he’s a fairly open person, but he’s shy with his words especially where he feels deeply about something. He’s a mighty warrior, but even the bravest of warriors will be less than mighty when it comes to matters of the heart.”
Tuk nudged Seyla’s side with a giggle, “I’ll do you a deal. I’ll ask Ateyo out if you tell Neteyam how you feel.”
“Only if you’re ready, Seyla.” Kiri countered with a pointed glance at Tuk, “But don’t be afraid to speak your truth if it’s burning in your heart. Be brave for my brother and tell him.”
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The light twittering of the insects and the gentle croons and calls of the nocturnal wildlife resonated through the woodlands like a peaceful melody. Their swift footfalls lit a bioluminescent trail on the mossy ground as Neteyam and Seyla jogged toward the forest loft that served as their private retreat.
The nights were cooling off rapidly with the approach of the cold season, but their speedy pace as they headed for their destination kept them warm. Seyla trotted ahead of Neteyam, her heart beating both in excitement as well as in nervous anticipation of what was to come. The jogging kept her warm now, but she knew that the sensual activities they were soon to engage in would do more than stave off the cold. Neteyam wanted his dessert and she was going to let him indulge.
She felt a playful tweak on the tuft of her tail behind her and Seyla increased her pace, laughing. This was a game they often played. Neteyam was understandably stronger and faster than she was, and the only reason he always ran behind her was because he enjoyed chasing her flicking tail.
Reaching the familiar cluster of tall trees where their loft hung, Seyla scaled a massive trunk with Neteyam hot on her heels, reaching for one last tug of her tail. He succeeded just as she reached the flat of the woven platform and she squealed, whirling away from him.
“You can be such a child sometimes!” Seyla laughed, her chest heaving slightly from the physical exertion of the climb.
“How many times did I get you today? Four? Five?” Neteyam questioned, chasing her over to the warm rugs and blankets they had laid out in a corner over the past few moons. “You have to keep me guessing a little better.”
“Like a child.” Seyla admonished again with no real crossness in her tone, her expression mirthful.
Neteyam dipped his chin, his gaze turning predatory, and she spied the roguish weaving of his tail behind him. She watched him intently, loving the way his eyes glowed with mischief and his tanhì glimmered in the darkened atmosphere. Great Mother, he looked anything but childlike. He was an imposing picture of masculinity; like a stone-cold hunter that had identified his next target, whose countenance held the promise of the most delightful kind of danger that she was quite happy to fall prey to.
Seyla remained undaunted. On the contrary, her heart gave a tight squeeze, full of fondness as Neteyam stalked her towards the blanketed corner. Though his eyes were hungry, his smile was warm and her arms instinctively twined around his neck when he lunged forward to envelope her about the waist and take her to ground.
He laid them both on their sides facing each other and showered a series of kisses over her forehead and cheeks, “Thank you for coming to dinner with my family again tonight. It means a lot to see you getting to know them all. I hope we weren’t too rowdy.”
“It was wonderful. Your family has always been very welcoming.”
“You looked like you had quite a good time with my sisters. What were you all talking about?”
A nervous pang hit Seyla at the recollection of her conversation with his sisters and Kiri’s words rang in her ears; be brave for my brother and tell him… She licked her lips and swallowed, suddenly feeling edgy. Remembering Neteyam was still awaiting an answer, she brushed the subject away, “Just girl stuff. Secret girl stuff.”
“Yeah?” Neteyam did not look at all deterred from the topic. He trailed a warm hand down Seyla’s arm, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles and then each of her fingertips, “You’re not supposed to keep secrets from your betrothed, yawntu.”
Eywa help her… Seyla gulped and gave a taut chuckle and tried feebly again to end the conversation by making it seem mundane, “We were just talking rubbish about boys.”
If anything, her remark had the opposite intended effect and Neteyam cocked his head coyly at her, “Are your eyes wandering towards other men, Seyla?”
“No!” She gasped in a mild panic, and while her next words refuted his statement, they also damned her further into the conversation she was trying to get out of, “We were talking about you!”
“Oh? What about me?” Neteyam’s voice was a low and teasing rumble, but Seyla found nothing about her present circumstances funny.
Her eyes were wide as she stammered, trying and failing to find an answer. Seyla froze, looking at Neteyam who had his head propped up on one elbow as he surveyed her. She probably looked like a stunned yerik facing the pointed tip of a hunter’s arrow.
The truth in her heart swelled and the pressure amplified in her chest. The words she so badly wanted to say crept up her tightening throat. She was a little concerned that she was going to be sick, but there was no nauseous roil in her belly, just a jumble of nervous flutters.
You know he loves you… he has shown you that he does through his actions… Seyla’s brain supplied encouragingly. His sisters, those closest to him have reassured you…
Sure enough, Neteyam sensed her upset and he was quick to soothe her, “Hey, it’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. I was just teasing you.”
A little bit of the pressure in Seyla’s chest fizzled out and she shook her head with another attempt at sounding light-hearted, “Sorry, it’s girl code.”
A chuckle rumbled through his chest, “I can accept that you were talking about me and not to me. As long as you were only saying good things.” Neteyam ended his statement with a wink at her.
Seyla forced a grin and rolled gently onto her back, pillowing her head on a small bolster roll, relieved that at least she did not have to lie, “Yes, it was only good things.” A yawn overcame her then and she rubbed lightly at her eyes.
“Tired? Grandmother said that it was busy today in the healers’ hut.” Neteyam asked, to which he received a bleary nod in response. He chuckled again and reached out to stroke her cheek, “Just rest then, go to sleep.”
Seyla’s heart was galloping behind her ribs and she still felt on edge. Sleep would not find her easily in this state and besides, she wanted Neteyam to have his dessert. He was about to roll onto his own back and get comfortable when she protested his movements and pulled him in for a kiss.
She slanted her lips against his and his upper body moved to shelter hers as he deepened the kiss with a groan. It never failed to amaze Seyla how he stole her breath from her every time. Her blood began to heat and everywhere, all over, she felt like she was liquefying into a pool of desire. She wanted him, all of him.
Neteyam drew away slightly and the cold air of the night caressed her lips again at the absence of his warm mouth. He spoke, “We don’t have to do this. I know what I said earlier, but you’re tired and you should sleep.”
“No, I want you to touch me.” Seyla took hold of one of his wrists and manoeuvred it to cup one of her breasts through the delicate string of leaves over her chest. Still sensing and seeing the hesitation on his face, she added, “It’ll relax me and help me sleep. Please?”
With a shake of his head, Neteyam took a deep inhale before his breath whistled out of him in a sigh that sounded very much like a surrender, “I can’t deny you anything, yawntu. You have me wrapped around your finger. And I guess I’m happy to help myself to dessert too. Just relax, sweet girl.”
He claimed her lips again with so much fervour it was a little painful and Seyla clutched at his face with both hands, letting her mouth fall open to his plundering. This would be an apt distraction from the yearning in her heart. The pleasure would divert her attention away from it and a climax would relax her enough to find sleep.
Her heart gave a hard and petulant thump, almost as if it wanted to challenge her cunning plan.
Neteyam’s lips roved over her neck and chest, and her chest covering was swiftly discarded. He busied his mouth with the supple skin of her breasts, his tongue and lips worshipping her peaked nipples in hot and moist suckles. Seyla let her eyelids slide shut and she focused on the pleasurable madness that he continued to wreak upon her body.
I love you… The thought speared through her conscience. Seyla pushed it away, doubling down on her efforts to concentrate elsewhere.
The ties of her loincloth were being loosened by large, hot hands and she lifted her hips to help Neteyam shimmy the fabric from her hips and legs. She heard him groan at the bare sight of her, which made her lips quirk a little.
Pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh, his hot breath tickled her sensitive skin, “You’re so perfect, Seyla, and you’re all mine.”
His words sent her heart into overdrive, her tender emotions spiking exponentially. Seyla’s conscience chimed in yet again, tell him how you feel… he has claimed you as his… tell him you love him…
She was panting now, but she was unsure if it was because of the rising tidal wave of emotion within her, or because of the fact that Neteyam had buried his face at her core. Heady bursts of pleasure shot through her as he lapped and suckled at the little nub of nerve endings above her entrance. Her core pulsed in bliss under his attentions and a wanton moan escaped her when he snaked two fingers inside her.
However, despite the pleasure, Seyla was trying and failing to lose herself in it.
Her emotions had risen to the challenge and they were steadily overwhelming her. Her plan was not working... She could feel that her entire body was tense from the mounting anxiety, and a painful lump was forming in her throat where she had clamped her tongue to the roof of her mouth in a bid to stem the pressure.
Speak the words... Be brave… She pressed her fist against her open mouth, the points of her teeth digging into the bony protrusions of her knuckles. It caused her pain, but it was yet another helpful distraction from the pressing burden of the words that threatened to evict itself from her body by force.
Eywa, she was being absolutely ridiculous... Why was she so afraid? This was Neteyam, her Neteyam…
Seyla knew there was no escaping her predicament anymore. She had kept her love for him to herself for too long and it had eaten away at her slowly until now. Her feelings had reached a head and she needed to tell him tonight.
Neteyam stilled between Seyla’s legs. She was sprawled on her back for him as she had been all the previous times he had pleasured her like this, but that was where the similarities started and ended. Her legs trembled where his firm hands pressed into her pliant thighs, but they were not trembling with need. The air around him was devoid of her breathy moans and panting breaths. Instead, her torso was stiff and she was silent.
He kissed her clit gently, drawing it into his mouth again while curling his fingers within her, but his head shot upright and away from her when a hitching sob reached his ears.
Bolting upright and wiping his mouth on the back of his wrist, Neteyam shifted so he could peer at Seyla’s face. Her fist was wedged tightly against her mouth and she peered back at him through wide and anxious eyes that were pooled with tears.
Panic flared in Neteyam’s gut and his concern was instant, “Seyla? Have I hurt you?”
Seyla’s legs lowered themselves until they were flat again and she rolled onto her side to sit up. She was partially facing away from him now and he could see her dabbing at her cheeks. Her response was a wet gurgle, “I’m sorry. It’s not you, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Why are you apologising, yawntu?” Unable to help himself, Neteyam placed a cautious hand on her shoulder and applied pressure, urging her to turn back towards him. She did, but her eyes remained downcast. “Something’s bothering you, what is it?”
Her head bobbed in a slow nod and she took a shuddering breath, “I need to tell you something.”
“Alright, take your time.” Neteyam said in a gentle croon, fighting back the urge to press her further. Patience was something he learned early on with his siblings, especially with Kiri or Tuk when they were upset. Putting pressure on them for information before they were ready to speak only had the opposite effect of making them shrink further into themselves.
Worry and dread started to bubble like an amalgam of trepidation in his belly. Seyla was clearly upset and his mind was jumping to all sorts of the worst conclusions. Was the pace of their relationship moving too quickly?... Had he scared her with his enflamed desire for her over the past weeks?... Or worst of all, was she having second thoughts about being his betrothed?...
The points of Seyla’s ears rose and fell with her next deep breath and she began softly, “I hope that this doesn’t change what we have or make things awkward. And it’s fine if you aren’t where I am with things.”
“Go on.”
Seyla lifted her gaze to meet his and while it pained Neteyam to see her cry, the wetness of her tears shone beautifully in the moonlit reflection of her bright green eyes. Her hands lifted from where they had been clasped in her lap and she reached out with overturned palms. Neteyam took them intuitively in his, rubbing his thumbs pacifyingly over her smooth palms.
He could see she was struggling with her words and her tail had curled itself around her knelt thighs, the furry tuft quaking slightly. Keeping careful control of his own insecurity, he reassured her in a measured tone, “Don’t be frightened. Whatever you have to say, it’s just me. Even if it’s bad news.”
That earned him a watery laugh from Seyla and she shook her head, “No it’s not bad news.”
“OK, then speak freely.” Neteyam raised her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles again. It was one of his favourite things to do to show his affection for her. Seyla had beautiful hands; healing hands that were gentle and soft, skilled and lifesaving. They were also hands that had set his body aflame with desire, hands that had brought him to the edge of paradise and beyond.
“Neteyam,” Seyla murmured, her voice almost barely a whisper. She squeezed his hands then, drawing strength from the feel of them around her own, “I love you.”
The moment the words left her, it was like a great weight had heaved itself free of her being. Seyla felt as if her lungs were suddenly able to expand better, the cool air filling and refreshing them with renewed vigour as if they had been impeded previously by the emotional burden she had carried.
Neteyam sat in speechless silence for several moments. Seyla could glean no hint of his thoughts or feelings, his expression the careful and neutral mask she had seen him don before in high pressure clan situations that called for composure amid heated chaos. His silence felt like an eternity to her and the black tendrils of her dreaded doubt began to unfurl in her heart.
But then his face split into an effulgent smile, stretching across his cheeks, all gleaming teeth and bright eyes.
Seyla could not help her own smile in reaction, her face illuminating in an overjoyed reflection of Neteyam’s. He pulled her towards him, one of his hands cupping one side of her face as he drank from her lips again in a deep kiss.
Cradling her face in his hands, Neteyam rested his forehead on hers, “Is that what you needed to tell me, sweet girl? Great Mother, I love you too. I love you so much.”
Seyla’s heart was bursting now with a different kind of pressure. It was light and warm, full of gladness and teeming with her love for him, which she now knew was returned with equal fervour. Sniffling and giggling in turn, she pawed at her eyes, “You never said anything and I was scared to tell you in case you didn’t feel the same.”
“That makes two of us. I was scared too. We’ve come a long way in the last while and I didn’t want to rush you or put any pressure on you by admitting how I felt too early.”
Seyla chortled at the thought that Kiri had been right about Neteyam (as she often was with most things). Rubbing her cheek affectionately against his, Seyla teased by his ear, “My mighty warrior was scared?”
Neteyam pressed a kiss to her neck, “Only when it comes to you. Only you have that power over me, to rattle my confidence and make me question my actions. I told you when we started this that we would go at your pace.”
Secure now in herself and in the profound connection they shared, Seyla knew what she wanted. “Then I want you tonight. I want to have all of you.”
“My life and my body are yours, as you wish.”
Neteyam groaned when Seyla climbed into his lap and her sweet mouth slanted over his. Their position elevated her head a little over his, giving her better control of their kiss as their faces twisted and moulded to each other’s from side to side. He was very aware that she was naked atop him and his cock was painfully hard within the confines of his loincloth.
Skimming his hands up her bare sides, he found her breasts and cupped them, delighting in the way her nipples stiffened immediately against his palms. Toying with the interested peaks, he felt Seyla whimper into their kiss, her hot breath sweet and moist against his mouth. He moved one of his hands to grip the softer flesh of her bottom, while his other hand snaked its way between their bodies to rub at her centre. She was so silky slick and she raised her hips to allow him to insert two fingers.
A gasp left her and she threw her head back, clutching at his shoulders as she undulated her hips, grinding herself against his hand. Neteyam’s other arm moved to her lower back to support her movements and he nuzzled the soft skin of one breast, purring, “That’s it, sweet girl. Do whatever feels good for you.”
To say that Neteyam felt like his control was slipping was an understatement. Watching Seyla like this and feeling the sensual clench and pulse of her core around his fingers inside her, as she writhed in his lap, was the best kind of torture a man could ask for. It was so easy for him to pretend that it was his cock she was riding. He knew that the fabric of his loincloth would be damp from the pre-cum he was leaking if he touched it.
Neteyam knew her peak was fast approaching by her breathy whimpers and the rhythmic fluttering of her core. Burying his face against her bosom, he attached his mouth to one nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue to further push her towards her oblivion.
However, Seyla gave a cry and abruptly stilled her movements, “Wait no, not yet.”
“What? Why?”
Seyla gingerly clambered off his lap, her hands reaching for the ties of his loincloth, “I want you inside me when I finish.”
Neteyam felt very divided in that moment. His body screamed its approval, but his mind hesitated with his concern. He gave a cautious chuckle, “This is your first time and it could be a little uncomfortable. It’s not a bad idea to finish first before we explore further.” He saw her wrinkle her nose in disagreement and she looked resolute.
Seyla loosened the ties of his loincloth and tugged at it insistently, prompting him to raise himself onto his knees so he could free it from his body completely. She stated clearly, “You said I could set the pace. This is what I want.”
Neteyam could never refuse her, he was powerless to. His cock throbbed with the relief of being freed from its cloth prison and he palmed it gently. Seyla was about to lie down on her back when he reached for her, “No, come here, numeyu. Stay in my lap like you were before. It’ll give you all the control.”
Following his guidance, Seyla settled over his lap again, greeting his cock with several tantalising strokes. Neteyam’s hips jerked, but she instantly understood what he meant when he said that this position gave her total control. His hips had jumped at the contact of her hands, but her weight prevented his pelvis from doing much more than squirm in place with no real upward motion.
She felt the aching throb at the apex of her thighs heighten at the sight of him, hard and wanting. She did not need any more foreplay. She felt hot all over, sensitised to every whisp of wind that whispered past her tingling skin; sensitised to every caress of Neteyam’s hands as they roamed her hips and back.
A flush had begun to tinge Neteyam’s cheeks a dark violet and his breaths blew out of his parted lips in shallow puffs. His golden orbs were desirous, but Seyla still perceived his gentleness in them and she smiled, “I’m ready.”
Neteyam swallowed tightly, resting his hands on the swell of her hips and guiding her as she raised them to position herself over him, “Take your time. Don’t worry about me, I’m already enjoying this far too much. Just focus on you.”
The blood was pounding in Seyla’s ears and they burned hotly too, but she was not afraid. Her heart was thumping in sensual anticipation. She reached down between them to take hold of his hard length, running the blunt head through her folds to find the right angle for entry. Neteyam whined at the contact and he buried his face into her neck.
The head of his cock nestled itself into place where Seyla could feel her entrance was and she slowly began to press downward. Her mouth popped open as the tip of him breached her with a slight burning sensation. She carried on, seating herself further and further down along the length of him. The girth of his cock filled her with an uncomfortable and burning stretch that made her wince, but there was also a satisfying fullness to it that urged her hips down all the way until her thighs were pressed flat against his once more.
Seyla’s discomfort thankfully did not last long and the stinging pain soon gave way to a gratifying pleasure at the notion that he was inside her. Sitting back a little, she beamed at Neteyam who grinned at her through half-lidded eyes and he squeezed her hips encouragingly.
Neteyam was going to explode from the sensation of Seyla’s tight walls around his cock. Her body was wet and so, so blissfully hot. She began to tentatively swivel and lift her hips and the friction made him hiss aloud in pleasure. He was vaguely aware that he was also cursing under his breath and he fought against the urge to press her hips down harder with his hands. Her pace was what they had agreed on and he would not violate that.
“You feel so amazing.” Neteyam breathed as she rocked against him with a gratified moan.
“So do you.” Seyla returned breathlessly.
Neteyam’s hands shifted to support her pert bottom, easing some of the pressure in her thigh muscles while she continued to lift and sink her hips, stroking her core up and down his erection. His head spun with blissfulness and his cock throbbed its enjoyment within her. However, he could soon feel that she was tiring and one of her hands was rubbing desperately against her clit as she chased her climax.
A whine of frustration escaped her as Seyla tried and failed to reach the peak she was yearning for. It all felt so good, but her thighs burned and she somehow needed more of him. Sitting herself against him and pausing to catch her breath, she felt Neteyam kiss her chin tenderly.
“Let me take over, yeah?” Neteyam carefully manoeuvred them both to lie her on her back, never breaking the contact between their bodies as he did so. Her thighs hugged his hips and she turned to press a kiss against one of his biceps where he was now leaning over her on his forearms.
Seyla loved being caged by him like this, their bodies pressed as close as they could be and his face hovering by hers, close enough to kiss, nuzzle and whisper in his ear. Her hands ran up his muscled chest and she pulled his face towards hers for a searing kiss.
Neteyam rolled his hips, thrusting into her with a full stroke and she broke away from his lips with an abrupt inhale. She gasped at the new sensation. She felt him even better like this, even fuller and more completely than before. He had stilled at her gasp and his expression was concerned as he stared down at her.
“I’m fine.” Seyla reassured, pressing her thighs against his hips and squirming in an unspoken urge for him to continue, “That feels great, keep going.”
Placing a gentle kiss against her lips, Neteyam nodded before tucking his face against hers to rub his cheek along hers, “Alright. Stop me if I’m hurting you, yawntu. You feel so amazing and I’m on the brink of losing my control.”
Neteyam rolled his hips against hers once more and then continued, setting a sustained rhythm that made Seyla’s head loll to the side as her pleasure consumed her. Every roll of his hips pressed his pubic bone against her clit while the length and girth of him pushed and pulled in and out of her core in the most delicious manner. Her entire body prickled and seared with ecstasy, her orgasm building quickly where they were joined between her thighs.
Moans and whimpers were leaving Seyla with each solid thrust of his hips against and the sound was the most titillating thing Neteyam had ever heard. The burning coil of his impending orgasm was winding low and tight at the base of his spine and his control wrestled with his pleasure. She was close to her own climax and he was determined to see her through to it without losing his control.
Cracking open her eyelids to catch a glimpse of her lover, Seyla relished the picture before her. She could not see Neteyam’s face as it was buried into the crook of her neck, but she could feel his expression was pinched, no doubt in pleasure, and his breaths were tearing from him in ragged moans against her skin. The muscles of his shoulders and torso contracted with each punishing thrust of his hips and she trailed her hands up his sides to press her palms against his hot skin, wanting to feel his muscles bunch and flex beneath her fingertips.
The telltale pulsing at her core signalled her impending climax and Seyla’s head lolled back, a hoarse cry leaving her as her body went rigid with ecstasy. Her fingernails clawed involuntarily across the skin of Neteyam’s back while her core contracted and throbbed around his cock in a powerful orgasm that made bright spots burst behind her clenched eyelids.
If Neteyam thought that he had enough control left to let himself savour his bliss a little longer, he was wrong. The violent clutch of Seyla’s centre around his cock as she orgasmed was vise-like and it forced his own climax from him with a guttural shout. He was helpless to stop the intense pleasure from consuming him as he ejaculated, his seed surging from him in harsh spurts into her welcoming heat.
Neteyam was panting against her like he had sprinted for a sustained distance. His chest heaved and his perspiration made his skin slick against her body. She nosed the side of his head where his beaded braids fell, tickling her cheek, and she inhaled his musky scent which was always the most potent after they had played.
He slipped off her to the side and she whimpered a little at the feel of his cock leaving her body. The sensation was closely followed by an oozing trickle of warmth that seeped down between her buttocks. An immense sense of gratification filled Seyla as she relished in the idea that Neteyam had reached the height of his pleasure inside her. She marvelled at how perfect she felt; how perfect it had all been bodily and emotionally.
Seyla whispered a small prayer of thanks to Eywa and her heart was so full.
Now that his breath was returning to him, Neteyam rolled onto his side to face her, “I love you, yawntu. Know that I always will. You’re the most precious thing in my life.”
“I love you too.” Mirroring him to roll onto her side as well, Seyla ran a hand across his forehead to wipe away several beads of his perspiration. She glanced downward at the thick braid of his kuru (neural queue) which was lying between them. Perhaps the afterglow of sex made her daring, but she reached out to trail a gentle hand down its tightly braided length.
Neteyam shuddered and his drowsy eyes slipped open at her touch. She watched him carefully. It was an incredibly intimate gesture, to touch the kuru of another. However, he appeared unbothered and a sloppy grin danced across his lips. Seyla’s own queue trailed at her side next to his, not touching but close enough that a mere shift of either of their arms would put their queues in contact.
Neteyam reached out to return the gesture, his hand stroking gently down her corded braid. It was a very pleasurable sensation and most definitely erotic in nature.
Seyla settled her hand over his, “I meant what I said earlier. About wanting all of you.” She traced her hand down his kuru again.
“What are you saying?” Neteyam murmured quietly. His eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth were twitching upward in what looked to be a hopeful smile.
“That I’m ready to be yours, fully, when you’re ready too.”
Seyla nudged her neural queue to lie alongside his, the thick braids coming into contact. The fleshy pink tendrils at the ends of their kurus unfurled, twisting and undulating in delicate coils. A few of the tendrils on each of their queues reached for the twisting wisps of the other’s, feeling and tickling each other but not fusing completely.
They both sighed in mutual pleasure at the intimate exchange, but they would not do this here tonight. It was not the way of things. Mating bonds needed to be forged before Eywa at the sacred grove.
Neteyam wrapped a strong arm around Seyla, pulling her body flush against his, “I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
Seyla snuggled against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart as slumber called to them both. She pressed a lingering kiss to his jaw, her heart singing with elation, “Well then, we better tell your grandmother that we have a wedding to plan.”
The last thought that flitted across Seyla’s mind before sleep claimed her was a humorous one and it brought a small smile to her lips: Tuk was going to have to hold up her end of the bargain after all.
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A festive invitation from an old family friend, the promise of gingerbread at the village inn, snowy walks on the Cornish coast with Gladstone the bulldog… But wait, is that a body on the beach?
Winter, 1923. It’s nearly Christmas and Lady Eleanor Swift has received a rather strange letter from an old friend of her uncle. Mr Godfrey Cunliffe has asked her to stay in Cornwall for the holidays –…
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Coffee Shop Love Pt.7
pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader
summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.
contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluffy, not proofread,
author's note: Hey lovies, I've had so much fun writing this series. I'm very happy that so many people like my writing. I'm trying to improve always in my English skills so I hope they are good. I hope you love this finale as much as I do, enjoy...
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Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth
There he was standing at the entrance not even willing to listen to what you had to say. Miguel holding up his hand for you to stop taking was like a smack in the face. You had basically confessed to him, confirming the verity of the contents of your voicemail, and his response was for you to stop?
"Come here Baby," he muttered in a low tone. You slowly and cautiously walked up to him. You faced him where he stood right in front of the entrance.
"Look up," he commanded gently.
Then you saw it. The reason for him running back into the store. The reason why he wouldn't even walk all the way into the store to speak to you about your confession. Those bright green leaves with the red ribbon. He had planned it all. Of course he did, you were both standing under the mistletoe. The very mistletoe hat had gotten his hair caught in all the time. The very mistletoe you had both stood under together staring at each other once; before awkwardly dispersing. Only this time Miguel had brought you here.
"Someone told me once, that they were a great kisser, but I lacked the holiday cheer to get a smooch," he started causing you to giggle at the reference. He held intimate eye contact with you while pulling you closer by your waist. "Kiss me, Baby," he muttered.
And so you did. You got on your tippy toes and kissed him. It was short and sweet. But too prompt for Miguel's liking; he had been waiting far too long to kiss you. So he cupped your cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips to yours.
His kiss was like a mix of want and need, and you could practically taste the craving. Your heart was doing a marathon, keeping up with the rhythm of his passionate kiss, like a beat that had a mind of its own. His hands, calloused and warm, traced the contours of your face, leaving a trail of sensation that burned like the touch of a summer sun. In that stolen moment, it was like the world outside had just disappeared, and you were caught up in this whirlwind of feelings where the line between you and him was blurred. The scent of his cologne mingled with the raw scent of shared breaths, creating a symphony that encapsulated the intensity of the connection. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that fervent embrace, you were enveloped in the sweet frenzy of a kiss that transcended the ordinary into the realm of the extraordinary.
The two of you pulled away to catch your breath. Your face immediately heated up thinking about what had just conspired between the two of you. "That was—" Miguel started.
"—magical" you sighed as you turned into putty in his arms.
"I'm really happy you chose to send that voicemail. I was thinking the same thing as you. I just didn't know how to tell you without scaring you away. I'd rather live with my feelings for you haunting me than lose you as a friend," he confessed.
You suddenly wrapped your arms around him resting your head against his chest. He hugged you back rubbing your back with his big hand. You both pulled away to look at each other with the comfortable silence embracing the two of you. "It's already so late, would you like to stay over?" you asked as you fidgeted with your hair.
"Yes I would love to," he replied.
The two of you went straight to bed that night. After taking your shower you sat up on your bed waiting for him to come out, while processing everything that had happened. You were fatigued but you wanted to wait for him to hold you like he had before. Your eyes were practically shut but were trying your hardest to stay awake.
The bathroom door finally swung open and Miguel walked into your bedroom to see you struggling to stay awake. "Were you waiting for me?" he asked as he walked over to the bed. You nodded your head and spread your arms out waiting for him to come and cuddle. He cuddled at your cute action. Just then you felt part of the bed sink in, compelling you to mile softly.
You could feel his presence even when he wasn't touching you yet. He finally took you in his arms and laid you down against him. You rested your head against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. It was slow and relaxing.
There was something different about the night. Miguel was running his hand through your hair and patting your head. All you could feel was an incredible sense of warmth. For once you didn't feel cold in bed. Maybe all you needed to cure your sensitivity to the cold was someone to hold you at night.
For the first time in forever, you slept in complete peace. Wholly protected from the cold by Miguel.
The next morning Miguel left for work with a hot black coffee, a muffin, and a kiss. Even the neighbors picked up on how upbeat you were feeling that day.
The following night while you sat at your shop waiting for Miguel to walk through the doors you couldn't help but fantasize about your blooming relationship with him. Your love life was finally blooming into something beautiful and—JINGLE! JINGLE! You looked up to see Miguel walking in with a grin.
"Welcome to Mug & Muffin, what can I make you tonight?" you asked looking up at him with a sweet smile.
"Could I get a kiss from a smokin' hot barista?" he quipped.
You ran around the counter and wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a kiss. You kissed him like you hadn't seen him in years. He suddenly lifted you up onto the counter and trapped you between his arms. You squealed and giggled hitting his shoulder playfully. He rubbed circles in his hips slowly and kissed you sweet and slow. He kissed you sweet and slow and you felt the world around you melt away. "Alright that's enough, I made you a drink," you said.
You hopped off the counter, got your own drink, and sat at his favorite table with him. You couldn't help but feel the warmth of the love that had blossomed between you and Miguel inside the warm confines of your coffee shop as you both sat there, enjoying your Christmas brews.
Next Sequel: Sweet Tooth...
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Ginniversary drabble 15
Prompt: #I19 -- The girl shouldn't have been sacked but if he said anything he'd make it worse.
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Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was packed almost to bursting. Harry's plan to sneak under the invisibility cloak was swiftly abandoned; there was no room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter, he slid through the door and was immediately swallowed by the crowd.
The year-long closure had done nothing to dull the shine of the shop. Harry still didn't know where to look, he was captivated by a cacophony of colourful flashes, smoke-plumed bangs, and the sparkling whizz of a hundred different products all fighting for his attention.
His eyes wandered from one bright distraction to another as he navigated the crowd, only stopping when they fell on her.
She was, in his opinion, brighter than any firework could wish to be. The magenta staff robes that he had always thought clashed horribly with the signature Weasley hair, dulled in comparison to Ginny's smile until they were hardly noticeable.
Harry paused by a display of edible Dark Marks (clearance: buy one get one free), watching as Ginny directed a stack of skiving snackboxes onto a free topshelf with her wand.
An elderly woman was talking to her, holding up a fanged frisbee which looked to have been roughly torn from its packaging and now had several fangs missing.
“I'm sorry,” Ginny said, still smiling despite the scowl the woman was throwing at her. “I can't take it back without a receipt.”
“I don't have a receipt!” The old lady practically yelled.
Ginny's knuckles turned white where she gripped her wand. “I know, that's why I can't–”
“Oi, miss!” A middle-aged wizard with a grey beard and two children in tow barged up to Ginny.
The corners of her smile twitched. “I'll be with you in a–”
The bearded wizard shook his head. “I've been looking everywhere for an assistant.”
“Yes, if you could just give me a–”
He interrupted her again, apparently oblivious to the dangerous undercurrent in Ginny's voice that Harry found unmissable. “Does anybody actually work in this shop?”
Even Harry couldn't deny that the red flush slowly creeping over Ginny's face clashed jarringly with the magenta robes now. Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Yes, people do work here,” she hissed. “It might have escaped your attention, because clearly you think the world revolves around you, but we're actually quite busy today.”
The elderly witch gasped dramatically. Harry resisted the urge to grin.
The bearded wizard didn't have the good sense to appear affected by Ginny's tone at all. He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. “I want three bottles of Otter's fizzy orange juice.”
“I want a refund!” The elderly witch chimed in.
A tiny huff of indignation escaped Ginny. Harry was strongly reminded of the puffs of air he'd seen escape an angry dragon's nostrils on more than one occasion. “Well, I want a lifetime supply of fizzing whizzbees, a pet unicorn, and five minutes free of entitled demands, but it looks like none of us are getting what we want, are we?”
The elderly witch clutched at her chest in a great show of shock. The bearded wizard's hands curled into fists. Harry took a step forward, pushing through the crowd in a bid to reach Ginny before the situation escalated.
George got there a moment before Harry did, appearing smoothly from the crowd and clapping a jovial hand on the wizard's shoulder. “Free of charge,” he said, offering three bottles of luminous orange liquid to the man before turning to the elderly witch with a smile that Harry had previously thought was reserved for Mrs Weasley. “If you go and see Verity at the counter, she'll be happy to refund you.”
“What?” Ginny burst out as both the wizard and the witch, apparently pleased with George's offers, melted into the crowd. “A refund? It's missing half its fangs because her grandchild is more feral than the product!”
George laughed loudly; his fingers dug into Ginny's shoulder pulling her back towards the wall. Harry followed, receiving only a short nod from both of them in acknowdgement of his arrival.
They turned to glare at one another in a way that suggested this wasn't their first argument in the four hours since Ginny had taken up employment in the shop. Harry hovered a few steps away.
“Ginny, you're fired,” George said, immediately confirming Harry's suspicions.
Ginny's eyes flicked to him, but Harry remained silent. He didn't think she should be sacked, but if he said anything he'd make it worse. He knew better than to come into in the middle of a Weasley sibling argument.
“You can't be serious!” Ginny fumed. “Because of a few egregiously rude customers?”
George laughed again, a sound that only served to increase Ginny's ire, judging by her expression. “That wasn't egregiously rude… once I had a woman ask me if I wanted to explain to her child why I'd decided to ruin Christmas, because we'd sold out of aviatomobiles.”
Her arms folded and she glared at the polished wooden floor. “Well, that kid's christmas was probably already ruined by having awful human beings for parents.”
‘Thats not the point,'' George persisted. "You made Wally Dixon cry."
"Wally Dixon cries at everything." Ginny shrugged, looking up at George defiantly. "I can't be held responsible for that."
"And I can't have crying patrons fleeing my shop – its bad for business."
“Fine!” Ginny declared. “I didn't want to work here anyway!”
She didn't wait for George to respond, already taking off into the crowd, her hand brushing against Harry's as she sidled past him, presumably to rid herself of the magenta robes.
George watched her go, shaking his head as he turned his eyes upon Harry. “Is it her charming personality that you're attracted to? Or is there something else I'm not seeing?”
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imagine…
its levis birthday and you want to take him out. So your searching on the internet, until you stumble across a cute tea shop. The shop is here you can create your own tea for a reasonable, and chill in the cafe area. The shop was small but had a very calming environment, with plants being set everywhere, walls painted dark colors, and warm yellow lights brighting the room. The best part about it was the amount of tea selection! You were so excited to take you most amazing husband there for his birthday. Days passed quickly, and soon it was his birthday. “Happy birthday baby!” you said as you hugged and kissed all over Levi’s face. He chuckled and kissed your nose. “ Thank you my love,” he said.
You smiled and said to him, “I have a place I wanna take you too for your birthday.” “Where?” he said looking at you confused. “Mmmm its a surprise!” you giggled and pulled Levi out of yalls apartment and into the car. You drove 20 minutes before arriving at the tea shop. “What is this place?” he says while taking off his seatbelt, curiously looking at the shop. “You surprise! Now come on before we freeze in here!” You walked out of the car and waited for him to get out. He got out and linked his hand with yours. You both walk hand and hand to the shop. Levi opens the for you and immediately you both are hit with the smell of warm deliciously inviting tea. Levi’s eyes immediately light as he scans around the cafe. Vintage porcelain teacups wonderfully and neatly lined in chocolate wooden shelves. Rows of different teas herbs nicely kept in glass jars. And the section to brew your tea and buy pastries. You smiled at how cute his face lit up, like a little kid looking around in a candy shop.
You took his hand in yours and led him more inside. “Isnt it cool? You can brew your own tea here and lounge around the seating area,” you smiled at him brightly. “W-where did you find this place?” he says. “On the internet, but come on lets make tea!” You both grab a teacup and began looking through all the different verity’s of tea herbs. Levi of course makes himself his famous black tea, and he helps you make a blend of pomegranate mint green tea (yes theres fruit too!!). You pay for pastries and the tea, then yall go find a place to sit. Levi chose the sofa next to the large window. The good thing was it wasn’t crowded, so you and Levi could sit in peace. Levi sat down first, then you sat down sideways and put your legs over his thighs. He held you legs close and took a sip of his tea. You then took a sip of your tea and immediately was surprised at how AMAZING it tasted.
“Wow baby ! you make amazing tea!” He chuckles and looks at you with his loving blue grey eyes. “Thank you pretty girl, only the best for you.” He gently takes your hand and place a soft kiss on top. You blush a bit and lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He smiles and gently kisses you back. Yall lean away and enjoy the silence around you two, while enjoying the teas that warmly sit in your hands. You enjoy moments like these with your husband, silently sitting in each other’s comfort, him admiring you and you admiring him. Your free hand finds its way to play with his hair, and his eyes lovingly looking into yours. “Happy birthday Levi, i love you.” He smiles and says, “i love you too and thank you my love.”
(hi guys its miliii. soooooo im getting back into writing as to why this imagine is kinda bad BUT i had to write it bc its been in my head for SO long it had to be written. dw i wll be practicing more so eventually the short stories will get better. you should def listen to laufey while reading this! anyway love yall!)
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