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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Sweet as Honey(moon)

A/N: Okayyy let’s escape away to Greece for some sexin, shall we? Just as a reminder these are all part of my little SHAPE OF YOU AU

The Prompt: The Honeymoon 😈

Requested by: loveliest of lovelies @dawnsutopia

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Word Count: 9.4k (back to my self-indulgent waysss)

Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶, Rated Tre Explicit, Minors DNI

CW/TW: This is a...how you say...a fook-est? I mean our couple is on their honeymoon after all. We have fingering (f receiving), indecent things with Marc’s wedding bad, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v sex, anal sex, pool sex, nipple play, lingerie, the boys being co-conscious during sex, dirty talk, spanking, nipple play, a brief mention of “dumbification” (which this fandom taught me about btw so 😳), light spanking, mucho aftercare, teasing, exhibitionism though it’s not specified if anyone sees or hears them, squirting, multiple orgasms, and fluff!

“On behalf of all of us, welcome to Mykonos,” the polite-to-a-fault receptionist said as he activated your keycards, “and congratulations on your nuptials, Mr. and Mrs. Spector.”

You grinned so widely at the use of your new surname your face could split in half. Despite a turbulent four hour flight from London and being hungover as shit, you were deliriously happy, leaning into Marc’s side —your husband’s side— while you checked into the resort where you’d be spending the next ten days on your honeymoon.

You two had kept the wedding on the smaller side. The ceremony itself had been incredibly private and intimate, just you, your boys, your parents and a trusted rabbi at a local synagogue. This was so that you could exchange vows with Marc, Steven and Jake each individually. Afterwards, you’d booked the Gallery Room at the ever-so-posh Bluebird in Chelsea to host a reception for forty friends and extended family.

The more subdued – though still somehow overwhelming to plan – wedding meant that you and your husband could splash out on the honeymoon, which is exactly what you’d done with the resort you’d booked here in Greece. The stunning beauty of the island didn’t hit you until you were being escorted to your room and could take in the stark white walls, ancient stone, clear blue sky, and even clearer, bluer water for yourself.

Your suite echoed the landscape, eschewing any color or even decor on the walls for crisp white plaster and massive windows that framed picturesque views of the ocean. Everything from the furniture to the linens were warm neutrals and earth hewn materials. The focal point of the space was no doubt the sliders flung wide open led to an ample balcony that boasted a plush daybed and a small private pool. It was a dream come to life as far as you were concerned.

The bellboy unloaded your luggage and after he left with a tip, you and Marc launched yourself at each other. He tackled you back onto the large plush bed.

“This is insane,” you managed to pant in between kisses, “it’s even more beautiful here than I thought it’d be.”

“Good,” Marc grunted, stripping out of his t-shirt and swiftly moving to discard his joggers as well. He was getting right to it then.

Last night seemed to whiz by in a blur of laughter, alcohol, dancing, and toasts to the happy couple. Unlike the romance novels you’d read as an adolescent, your wedding night was not the raucous night of passion that had graced the pages you’d secretly devoured. You and your husband were exhausted. Though between the three of them, Jake was able to get it up and indulge in some soft, sleepy, tipsy sex in missionary before the pair of you conked out.

It felt as if you’d only closed your eyes for a few minutes when the car service woke you with their courtesy call to inform you that they were outside, and you both napped on the plane. Now however, it seemed that Marc was rearing to go.

He rid you of the tacky, but incredibly comfy, bride-themed matching sweats your uni friends had gotten for your hen do as a gag gift and you couldn’t help but giggle while you rolled around together on top of the bed.

“Mr. and Mrs. Spector,” you echoed breathily while Marc nibbled on your ear, grinding his already rock hard erection into your bare leg.

“Has a nice to ring it,” he murmured. Layla hadn’t taken his name when they had wed. It didn’t bother Marc, more and more women were choosing not to, and she had her own reasons for keeping her maiden name. But the fact that you’d wanted to, that you were happy to become a Spector despite all the baggage that name held, made Marc’s heart soar.

“Mmmmhmm,” you agreed. “A good thing since we’ll be using it for quite a while.”

“Forever,” your husband specified, parting your folds with his fingers.

Your eyes were drawn to the platinum band that now encircled his left ring finger. “Forever.”

Marc caught you watching him and a wicked idea formed in his mind. Steven raised the concern if it was sanitary, yet Jake quickly overruled him and told Marc to do it anyway. Those two truly felt like the trope of the devil and angel on his shoulder sometimes.

Instead of easing his index or middle finger inside of you to begin prepping you for his dick, Marc penetrated you with his ring finger. You gasped at the audacious move, letting out a little yelp when you felt the precious metal of the ring breach your entrance, warm from Marc’s skin but still cooler than the heat of your cunt.

Marc’s dark eyes gazed up at you from those ridiculously long eyelashes of his. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” came your breathless reply. The both of you stared mesmerized as his finger plunged in and out of your pussy, enthralled with how Marc’s wedding band would disappear and re-emerge from your cunt.

Soon your sounds indicated to Marc that you needed more, and he was all too happy to comply. His middle finger joined the other digit, making sure you were stretched enough to take his cock, which currently was so hard he likely could cut glass at this point.

Your husband tugged on your hips, positioning your bum on the edge of bed to lock your legs around him. He took his cock in hand and entered you in a smooth shove of his pelvis. You both moaned at the feeling of becoming one, as if it had been weeks since you’d been together like this and not a matter of hours.

Marc was eager, you could tell from the way he jackrabbited his hips into you. It was the kind of rough fucking that emptied your mind of everything but the stretch of your tight channel around his considerable girth. You were all too happy to succumb to it, you were in Greece, the wedding was over, and all of your responsibilities were thousands of miles away in London.

His hand found your clit quickly and rubbed the bud with harsh strokes. You gasped and dug your heels into the bottom of his back to pull him closer.

“Not going to last long,” Marc revealed while he hammered you, “wanted you since we woke up.”

“That’s okay honey,” you soothed him. After all, you’d gotten some last night. A little shiver ran through through you when you realized this was the first time you and Marc were having sex a married couple. Marc Spector, the man who was so convinced he was unworthy of happiness and did everything he could to push you away, was now making love to you on your honeymoon.

He dropped down lower, his hands covering your breasts, which sent another, more prominent shiver through you as Marc chased his release. The movement of his hips switched, his thrusts became grinds, which allowed your clit to receive some stimulation too.

You studied Marc’s face fondly, enjoying the view of his Adam's apple as it bobbed, the short black hair that was beginning to curl from the sweat gathering at his hairline, and of course, that face, so handsome and contorted in pleasure, only made more beautiful when he spurted his hot seed inside of you.

After he came down, Marc fell onto his forearms to nuzzle your face with his.

“Hi,” he whispered, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled and squirmed at the attention.

He gently took his cock from your pussy, then knelt before your slit at the side of the bed.

“Hun…”

Marc knew that tone of voice of yours, it was the inflection you used when you told him “not to worry about it”. He cursed all the men that’d allowed you to think that your pleasure wasn’t as, if not more important, than his. Marc bit the inside of your thigh playfully to stop you. “Hey, I’m fulfilling my husbandly duties here, okay?”

You surrendered with a shy little grin. He knew tossing a reference to your newly minted marriage would end your protests. Marc got to work, licking a stripe up your folds to taste the two of you before sucking on your clit and inserted two fingers into you to stimulate your g-spot. Whines and shaking legs soon followed as you came on Marc’s thick digits.

Before he could rise fully to grab a cloth for you, you grabbed his wrist and sucked his ring finger into your warm, wet mouth, fellating the band with your tongue. Its metallic taste was new to you and honestly, rather unpleasant, but the way Marc looked at you while you did it was well worth it.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned once you released him. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair sheepishly, “I really pounced on you just now, didn’t I?”

You sat up too. “No complaints here.”

Marc drew you up to standing to kiss you and the both of you tended to yourselves in the bathroom. You took turns relieving yourselves and Marc splashed water on his face. You emerged from the little stall for the toilet with a request. “We should cool off in the pool.”

Your husband cocked a brow. “Bathing suits optional, I’m assuming?”

“What’s the point of having a private pool if you’re not going to skinny dip?”

“And people think I only married you for your beauty,” he joked.

This had to be heaven, you concluded. You and Marc floated in the pool together for a little while, both made speechless by the beauty of the Aegean before you, then toweled off and dozed in the shade together on the daybed.

When you roused, you automatically pecked the dip that ran between your husband’s pecs, just under his chain with the star of David. When your eyes met, you could tell by the softness in them and the little quirk of his lips that it was Steven gazing back at you.

“Well hello Mrs. Grant,” he murmured. Though technically on paper you’d taken the surname Spector, you planned to use Mrs. Grant and Mrs. Lockley respectively when the other boys fronted.

“Hello yourself Doctor Grant,” you beamed back. “Happy honeymoon.”

“Happy honeymoon indeed,” he concurred, “This is the ideal way to wake up, I think…naked, you in my arms, and with ocean views.”

“I can’t help but agree. Come back in the pool with me.”

Steven followed you, both of you luxuriating in the cooling water. Even though it was pretty big for an in-room pool, you two refused to spread out. Steven held you into his arms once again, so close to one another you could distinguish each and every droplet of water that clung to his neck, collarbones, and face.

Your lips drifted together in a liplock that quickly escalated and deepened. Steven’s large hands cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze, lifting you to walk to the edge of the pool. He parted your legs while you procured a towel to sit on.

You continued to trade deep, passionate kisses while Steven stood still half-submerged in the water between your thighs, the sun warming your skin as you got lost in each other. His lips drifted down to your neck and clavicle, and his fingers found your core. He began with gentle touches and strokes between your folds, inserting a finger to feel your wetness and the remnants of his alter’s cum.

“Baby,” you gasped when his thumb pressed into your clit.

“What do you want, darling?” He rasped.

“Your mouth,” you told him without hesitation, “then fuck me Steven.”

He deferred, musing as he descended to your cunt, “We do have to consummate our marriage after all.”

Your clever response was eclipsed by a whimper when Steven began to eat you out. Still sensitive from your lovemaking with Marc from earlier, each lick and swirl of Steven’s tongue had you feeling like a live wire. His mouth had you just on the other side of too much, your husband working his signature magic on your twitching cunt while you leant back on your hands.

“You taste so good,” Steven panted as he briefly pulled away for air. “Could eat this pussy forever Mrs. Grant.”

“Please do,” you exhaled, only half-joking.

He chuckled lowly, returning to your core, his tongue dancing on your clit and pushing into your hole. His nose was pressed perfectly into clit while he tongue-fucked you, so perfectly that you found your orgasm blindsiding you, suddenly snapping in your groin and flooding you with bliss.

When your eyelids at last fluttered open, your climax subsided, Steven gazed at you with adoration. “You’re so bloody gorgeous.”

There was nowhere to hide your blush given that you were stark naked sitting on the poolside tile. “You’re so bloody good at that. Let me take care of you, I bet that big dick is just aching for me, isn’t it?”

Steven agreed by pulling you back in the water, hooking his elbows into the bends of your knees and pressing your back into the wall of the pool. You took a hold of his erection, velvet-covered steel in your hand, and guided your husband inside of you below the water’s surface. Steven groaned when he entered you, and scooted you up the length of the wall so your back arched against the side of the pool. Your head rested on the towel, the position exposing your breasts to the warm air, allowing Steven to tongue your nipples as he pushed inside of you.

The way Steven made love to you couldn’t be more different than how Marc had. Steven was slow, languid, and worshipful feeding his member into your cunt. Even though he was splitting you apart on his fat cock and filled his mouth with your tits, it didn’t feel like you could get close enough. You dug your fingertips, still sporting your wedding manicure, into the tile on either side of your bodies in an attempt to anchor yourself. The universe shrank to just you and your husband, the feel of him — so hot and hard inside of you — and the small rectangle of water you were fucking in.

Steven angled his hips so the head of cock could brush against your g-spot and rub his pelvis against your clit. The combination was devastating but he entreated you, “Go on, love, can you give me one more? Know you can do it….wanna see your pretty face while you come.”

You’d had three orgasms in the last twenty-four hours, but Steven was ruthless in the most tender way possible, cooing into your ear and coaxing yet another release from your quaking, over-stimulated body. The spasming of your pussy around him resulted in his hips picking up pace and frantically suckling on a nipple while his climax crashed over him.

“Wow,” he marveled after you separated.

“That about sums it up,” you giggled, dunking under the water to re-wet your hair, “and to think we have ten days just for us.”

***

The pair of you eventually did unpack and leave your room. You’d never had so much space in your suitcase before, since the majority of what you’d brought were swimsuits, skimpy lingerie and a few sundresses for meals and sightseeing.

You put what you packed to use the next evening when you and your husband went to dinner in town. The night began in a breezy, white satin slip dress. Jake held your hand as you two strolled back to the resort, both of you giddy, inebriated from the wine at dinner and each other’s presence.

Jake began humming some Spanish song you didn’t recognize, twirling you and pulling you under his arm as you navigated the uneven but mostly empty streets of the neighborhood. Marc and Steven were shy about it, but they had a great voice, and you soaked up every moment Jake would sing with unfettered delight.

He ducked down to kiss you, whispering “Eres mi reina” when you broke apart.

“Te amo,” you sighed back.

Jake re-captured your lips, and next thing you knew, your back was against the side of a building as he attacked your mouth. It took a Herculean amount of self-control to withdraw your lips from his, but you had to or else you’d start fucking in the middle of the street. While you two shared a fondness for a bit of exhibitionism, that wasn’t exactly the vibe you were trying to achieve on your honeymoon. “Papi, let’s go inside.”

Your husband ignored you, his hands creeping down to your ass and kissing below your ear.

“I’ll make it worth your while…”

That got his attention. Dark eyes glittered in the street lamplight as they searched yours. “How?”

“Guess you’ll just have to see,” you teased.

From there on, Jake followed you back to your suite like a puppy. Once you’d returned to the privacy of your room, you pushed Jake back on the bed and ordered him to wait, then disappeared into the bathroom to change out of the dress and into a white bustier and panty set that managed to be lacy, sheer, strappy and somewhat tasteful all at once.

You remerged and Jake instantly muttered a “Joder” at the sight of you.

You did a little spin for him to get the full view. “Te gusta? Piensas que yo miro linda?”

“No, eres linda, pero ahora ves tan sexy,” he corrected you in a growl. “Ven aquí.”

“Come get me,” you challenged him.

Jake leapt to his feet and chased you around the suite. You evaded him in a fit of giggles, but you were no match for your ex-military, ex-superhero husband. He circled his arms around your waist, lifted you from the ground, and tossed you onto the bed in one swift move.

“Naughty,” he rumbled, caging you between his meaty thighs and while he rid himself of his shirt, then moved to unbutton and unzip his linen trousers to free his raging erection. Once he’d taken them off, plus palmed himself to take some of the edge off, he began exploring your body with his hands.

“This is too pretty to rip off of you,” he mused, tracing the waistband of your tiny thong. But Marc’s voice had said it.

“Oh, hi babe,” you greeted him, a little startled.

He kissed you hello, grinding against your cloth-covered core, “Hi baby.”

As much as you enjoyed the feel of his length against your soaked panties, you had to ask, “Everything ok with Jake?”

“Yeah, we just thought we’d maybe try being co-conscious tonight, if that’s ok? Be a little more fast and loose with the switches?”

Now there was an idea. In the past, one of the boys may have fronted momentarily while you were intimate with another, you’d never had sex with them fully co-conscious, to your knowledge at least.

“Okay,” you consented. “Just don’t get cross with me if I accidentally call someone by the wrong name.”

Marc fixed you with a warm, lopsided smile, “We’ll take it easy on you…to start.”

“Good,” you pulled him into another kiss. When you two broke apart, Steven was grinning down at you.

“Now this is just darling,” he mused, tugging the cups of your bustier down to free your breasts. He wasted no time attaching his skilled mouth to your left nipple to lavish his attention on your sensitive peak.

You mewled, eyes screwed shut, and your hand shot down to Steven’s boxer-briefs to grope him through the fabric.

Steven switched nipples with a rumble in his chest and once you were face to face again, Jake asked you “Will you suck Papi’s cock in your pretty outfit?”

“Por supuesto Papi.”

You flipped over, reorienting yourselves so Jake was on his back and you were straddling his legs. You discarded his boxers and did your best to make a show of lapping at his tip, mouthing at the head and using your tongue to play with it.

“Joder si, nena,” Jake heaved, trying to keep from bucking into your mouth without warning. “Just like that.”

You worked your mouth down on his length, and you spotted who you thought was Steven craning his neck to watch you swallow his dick down your throat with your tits still out. “Bloody hell.”

You chuckled around his erection, the vibrations sending a shiver through Steven’s spine. Or wait, was that a Marc sound?

“Don’t stop,” Jake urged you. You obeyed happily, licking the circumference of his cock to wet it, then wrapping your palm around the appendage to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth while you went to town on him.

You could tell your boys were close by the way their right leg twitched, but before could take them into the home stretch, a hand pulled you off their cock by your hair.

“Jake doesn’t get to come just like that,” Marc growled, wrapping his own hand around the base of his manhood to stave off his orgasm.

“Fuck you,” Jake vollied quickly before Marc reclaimed the body and eased with you a kiss. “Hands and knees, baby.”

You obeyed, wiggling your ass a bit for effect, and whimpered when you felt a palm slap across your right cheek. That was Jake for sure. The drenched crotch of your thong was pushed to the side, then you felt the head of your husband’s cock circle your soaking entrance a few times before it began to breach you, which was a Steven move.

Your husband set a steady pace and confirmed your guess as to who was fronting when Steven raved, “Oh, I see why they like this position…such a lovely view.”

“It’s good isn’t it?” Marc chimed in, increasing the pace of his thrusts some. “First time I fucked you we did it like this, remember baby?”

“Ye-uh…uh-huh,” you could barely formulate words at this point. The idea of your husbands teaming up to fuck you in a slutty little matching lingerie set was melting your brain.

“She takes it so well,” Jake added. His hand pressed in between your shoulder blades and you yielded so that your face and chest were resting on the bed, ass higher in the air.

“Ugh that’s it,” Marc groaned, landing another slap across your rear.

“Doing so well for us, love,” he praised. It was Steven obviously. “You alright?”

You stuttered out a “yes” and began pushing your hips back against his groin as much as you could to drive your point home.

When Jake said “Hmmm, si nena, let us feel that little cunt clench around our cock,” you couldn’t resist anymore, you had to touch yourself.

Jake spotted it right away and spanked you again, “Did I say you could play yourself?”

“Por favor Papi,” you begged. You were beyond dignity at this point, all you could think about was coming. “I need it.”

“Let her Jake,” Steven argued, rubbing the imprint his alter’s hand left to soothe your skin, “she got all dressed up for us.”

“Plus it’s hot as fuck to watch her work her little bud,” Marc pointed out.

“Bien, bien,” Jake let it go.

“Who do you want to make you come?” Steven asked, his hips never faltering as he continued to impale you with the fat member you craved.

“I…um…uh…”

“Aw look Steven, we made her all cockdumb,” Marc cooed at you.

Your current position prevented you from sending a dirty look at your husband. He wasn’t exactly wrong though.

“I got her,” Jake volunteered. A moment later, a wet thumb circled your asshole and edged ever so slightly in. The extra stimulation, combined with your fingers frantically rubbing your clit, caused you to come with a high whine. You bore down on your husband’s big dick as the pleasure wracked you, so profound it was almost painful.

Your husband held your hips steady as you drifted down from your orgasm and he sought his own release. You reflexively tightened around his spent cock when you felt the ribbons of his seed empty inside of you.

You rolled over, lying on the bed sideways to look at them. Marc gazed back at you, examining your face with concern to make sure they hadn’t gone too hard on you, you presumed. Speech hadn’t returned to you just yet, so you sent him a toothy, satisfied smile instead.

“You okay baby?” He asked. You nodded, allowing him to slide off your panties.

Steven cut in quickly to follow up, “You need anything for your bum?”

“I think I’m okay, hun, but thank you,” you assured him. He turned you around to take off your bustier for you as well.

“‘Course,” he replied instantly, slowly standing to walk bow-legged to the bathroom and wipe his cum off of you. “They got a little carried away at the end there.”

“Did not” you heard Jake snipe back.

They reappeared with Marc’s stern expression on their features. “You sure you’re okay? Obviously we loved it, but….“

Jake butted in to finish his question, “Did you like it, nena?”

“Yes,” your tone didn’t leave any room for doubt. Now a little more recovered from your orgasm, you could string together a sentence. “I loved it, it was just intense, and it was our first time being intimate like that.”

“We’re a bit full on, aren’t we?” Steven asked with wry self-deprecation, tossing the used flannel off to the side of the room and getting under the covers.

“I love it,” you said once again, settling into his arms, “I married you after all.”

“Good,” Steven murmured. “You didn’t happen to bring more lingerie like that, did you?”

***

Though the benefits to having a private pool were many…mainly that you and your husband could have pool sex whenever the mood struck, you did make it to the beach. It’d be a sin not to, and the image of Marc emerging form the ocean was one you’d lock in your mind until you died.

He was dripping wet head to toe, dark hair slicked back with water, his trunks clinging to those muscular thighs that drove you wild, and his golden skin had darkened a shade from the sun. Though you knew your husband had once been entangled with an Egyptian deity, you couldn’t help but think that Marc would be quite at home in the Greek pantheon too, with a body and face like that.

“Hey! You gotta get in,” he ran a hand through his hair, “It’s like bathwater.”

“I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” you blurted out.

Marc shot you a wide, unguarded grin. “I already married you, you don’t need to keep flattering me anymore.”

“Shut up,” you tossed at him fondly.

Marc lowered his still dripping body on top of you. You tried to wiggle away from him but Marc locked you in his grasp and attacked you with kisses all over your face, “I think that I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman with a more generous heart. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Marc,” your voice was thick with tears. It was one thing for Marc to be so playful with you, then add in such loving sentiments expressed to you so openly? You couldn’t help but get verklempt. Your husband had come such a long way - partly thanks to the work he did on his own, with his therapist, and of course you two refusing to give up on each other.

“Baby, don’t cry!” He cajoled.

“I’m not, I’m sweaty,” you joked.

“Okay, then I was sweating at the temple,” Marc bantered back, referring to your wedding ceremony. “Will you please come swim with me? The most handsome man you’ve ever seen?”

You shoved playfully Marc and got up to head to the water, “I give you one compliment…”

***

Kate, one of your friends from work, had gifted you a couples massage at the resort for your wedding present. You weren’t sure how the boys decided which one would front for it, but when it was time to leave for the appointment, Jake was the one accompanying you.

It was heavenly to have all of the wedding and travel stress massaged from your muscles, and no one was more deserving of rest & relaxation than your husband. Their body worked three jobs, plus there had been much strategizing and occasional hair-pulling for Marc and Jake about leaving things with their respective jobs in a place so that they wouldn’t come back from Greece to dumpster fires. Steven was mercifully on summer holiday, so his job was slow anyway.

The pair of you left your joint session as pliable noodle-people. Jake took your hand as you ambled back to your suite.

“I’m going to give Kate the biggest thank you,” you vowed.

He seconded you with a content hum and opened the door to your room.

“I’m going to take a shower, get all of this oil off of me,” you announced, padding into the bathroom, “honey, what did you do with my shampoo?”

You routed around in his toiletries bag, thinking you’d found it, but what you produced was definitely not your stolen shampoo.

Jake had followed you in and when he saw that you were holding the bottle of lube he brought, it was one of the very few times you’d ever seen him blush. You had no trouble getting wet, and you hadn’t brought any toys on vacation either, so what had he brought lube for…oh.

All he’d wanted for the past few “special occasions” you two had shared (Hannukah, your anniversary, Daylights Savings Time) was anal sex. You weren’t opposed to the idea, but had required a gradual approach to it. To his credit, Jake had been wonderfully patient, and you’d become comfortable with a few of his thick fingers in your ass.

Jake immediately began to backtrack, “I only brought it in case you wanted to—“

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I mean I’m open to it, when in Greece on your honeymoon, right?

Jake looked at you with barely contained eagerness. “Bueno, cuando quieres hacerlo?”

He knew that if he wanted a piece of your ass, he had to ask in advance. You were a lady and you had a certain mystique you had to maintain, not to mention preparation you needed to undergo. But, given that you were already pretty relaxed and going to shower anyway, now seemed as good a time as any.

“No time like the present,” you suggested.

“Wait, really?!” Jake reacted similarly to a little boy who’d been given his first bike.

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at his response. “Yeah, I’m all loosened up after the massage and I’ll make this shower a thorough one. So while I do, vamos and make things extra romantic in the bedroom.”

“Si Señora Lockley,” he basically road-runnered out of the bathroom.

Jake took your task to heart – when you entered the bedroom, hair damp, lube in hand, towel wrapped around you — candles had been lit, music was playing softly, and he had even managed to get a bottle of champagne up to the room while you’d washed up.

“Not bad Lockley,” you said after surveying the room. You tossed him the lube. “Not bad at all.”

He shot you a grin that was akin to a wolf who just caught sight of a rabbit. Jake gestured to the champagne, “Shall we? Loosen you up un poquito mas?”

“Por favor,” you assented. You weren’t sure exactly what made the popping of a champagne bottle so sexual, but a little thrill zinged through you when your husband ejected the cork from its glass neck.

“Cheers,” you thanked him when he handed you a flute, raising it to toast, “To…new beginnings.”

Jake mimicked your movement, “A tí, mi amor.”

Your glasses clinked and the fizzy alcohol rushed down your throat. Jake's eyes never left your face. He watched you closely, anticipating the moment when he could finally touch you.

You decided sooner was likely better than later, best get the show on the road before you could psych yourself out. Placing your flute down, you crossed to him, “Come here Papi.”

Jake flashed you another predatory grin and followed suit at once. “We don’t need this anymore.” His fingers tucked between the towel covering your skin and pulled it loose so the cloth fell around your feet.

Jake was more intoxicated by the sight of your naked body than any amount of champagne in his system. He wrapped you into a kiss, plundering your mouth, his lips seeking to consume you. His hands, meanwhile, immediately dropped to your rear.

Hoisting you up with a squeeze, he carried you over to the bed, depositing you on the mattress much more gently than a few nights ago. His mouth never left yours while he worked you to an orgasm on his fingers.

Then, and only then, did Jake request you turn over, wedge a pillow under your hips, and leave a line of kisses down the length of your spine.

You couldn’t help but squirm a little when he pulled your cheeks apart. You’d never felt more exposed in your life, but your husband was quick to quell any of your concerns when he asked in an awed whisper, “Nena, can I kiss you here?”

“Mmm…oh-okay,” you consented and jerked again when you felt his hot breath on your most vulnerable spot, followed by a brush of his lips.

Next came the snick of the cap of the bottle being opened, and moments later, Jake massaged lube around your wrinkled skin to coat it thoroughly. He may have been excited, but your husband knew he had to be gentle with you.

Though Jake had gotten you accustomed to much more, you could never stifle the little “ah” you made when the pad of his finger breached your rim. He coaxed more of his digit inside of you, taking ample time to allow you to adjust.

Jake checked in with you. “How does that feel?”

“It’s okay,” you told him, “you can move.”

He proceeded like that, constantly touching base with you as he fed two more fingers into your tight pucker. Your husband’s preparation was a steady stream of “are you okay nena?”, “you feel good? Papi wants you to feel good,” and other praise.

So thorough was Jake in opening you up that he’d lost his erection by the time you’d given him the go-ahead to enter you. He wasn’t exactly miffed by this development, because he knew precisely how he wanted to get it back.

Even more lube was drizzled onto your bum, then Jake slicked up his cock to wedge it between your plush cheeks and began to grind himself between them. There was no way to muffle the rumble in his chest at the feel of your ass smothering his cock, the lube providing the necessary slip, and he was damn near entranced by his cockhead reappearing each time from the cleft of your ass.

You helped him, working your hips back to meet his while he humped you. It felt amazing, and your asshole clenched at the thought that he’d be inside you soon. Fucking your ass cheeks got Jake back to full mast in no time. You were beginning to lose yourself in the rhythmic sliding of your bodies when you husband draped himself over your back to ask in a murmur, “Can I put it in, nena?”

“Uh huh,” you confirmed, “just go slow please.”

“Claro que si,” Jake assured you, placing a kiss behind your ear before he straightened up.

He applied even more lube to your now winking asshole and his dick before he notched the tip at your entrance. “Estas lista?”

“Yes honey, please,” his cockhead at your pucker felt like a promise you were now desperate for him to make good on.

Jake’s tip popped past the ring of muscle and you nearly bit down on the linens below you. It was intense, though not altogether painful like you’d feared. You focused on keeping your breathing even as your husband continued to sink inside of you, becoming lightheaded from the overwhelming feeling of fullness in your ass and the deep pulls of oxygen you were pumping into your lungs.

“Bien?” Jake asked. The strain in his voice was evident.

“Yeah,” was the most you could manage.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I want more,” you told him truthfully. The feeling of having your husband’s dick up your bum was dizzying, deliciously too much, like a scab you weirdly enjoyed picking.

You experimentally fluttered your muscles around his length and even though Jake was a loving, patient man, even he could not resist the thrust and groan that the move prompted. “Feel good, Papi? Like everything you’ve wanted?”

Jake began moving his hips slowly, “And more.”

While the view of the sea outside of your window was stunning, Jake didn’t think he’d ever seen a sight he’d enjoy more than his throbbing cock splitting your ass in half over and over again.

“You…you feel so big like this,” you gasped. “So huge inside me.”

“Joder, mami, you can’t just say things like that,” he cautioned you as he continued to plow you.

“Buh-but I can’t help it,” you confessed, and your mind quickly supplied what to say next to drive him absolutely wild. “Fucking me so deep, Papi.”

“Nnnngnnn,” came Jake’s scintillating reply. By now, most of the burn had faded from your channel and you could focus on the delicious stretch in your rear from his cock.

You honestly couldn’t believe how good it felt. Fingers and fantasies were one thing, plus you were fully prepared to take one for the team, to be a good wife and try it even if you weren't keen on the idea. But now you were the slightest bit ashamed to admit that you kind of loved having a cock in your ass. Or maybe it was the fact it was your husband’s thick erection filling you.

Jake’s brain did nearly explode when you began meeting his thrusts, rocking back on your knees so he could penetrate you deeper. Your ass was absolutely suffocating his cock with its heat and clench around him, he truly believed he could live inside of you forever if you’d let him.

The two of you communicated exclusively in gasps in grunts, the slap of skin on skin reverberating throughout the suite while you drowned each other in pleasure. You knew when Jake picked up the rate of his thrusts and began growling that he was close and oh, it was different to have your ass filled with cum rather than your pussy.

You’d barely recovered from Jake easing his cock out of you when you were flipped onto your back and your husband buried his face between your legs. A high-pitched moan tore out from you when his tongue probed your now slightly gaping asshole to collect his cum.

Jake didn’t stop there, licking around your cleft and spearing his tongue to circle its tip around your sensitive rim. He only relented when you gently pushed his face away from overstimulation. Between your earlier orgasm and the passion of what you had just shared with Jake, you needed to rest.

He rose back to be level with your face, whispering “thank you” non-stop as he collected you in his arms. “I guess I have to be extra good from now on.”

“Mmmm?” you sought clarification with a sleepy hum.

“We need to do that again so I can’t piss you off anymore,” he explained.

You chuckled. “Exactly right, esposo.”

He inhaled deeply, taking a deep whiff of your hair to smell the faint citrusy scent of your shampoo before he left the bed. To his credit, Jake was excellent with the post-anal aftercare. He drew you a bath, ordered everything you wanted from (the heinously expensive in his opinion) room service, rubbed some petroleum jelly on your pucker to soothe it. He cuddled you in bed, long after the sun sank beyond the horizon, until you drifted off later that evening.

***

“Good morning!” the concierge Helena greeted you as you approached her desk.

“Hi there,” you chirped back. The boys slept in this morning, which gave you the opportunity to sneak down to the lobby and square away the details for today’s day trip that you and Steven planned on taking. “Could I please have a copy of the ferry schedule?”

“Of course, Mrs. Spector,” one week in and you still got a little flutter every time someone called you that, “where are you headed?”

“Delos,” you told her.

“A must when visiting Mykonos. We’d be happy to arrange a private tour of the island for you and your husband,” Helena offered, “We have relationships with a few exceptional guides on Delos and–”

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” you tried to turn her down gently. “But thanks for the offer.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “There’s so much history there.”

“My husband’s a professor of ancient civilizations,” you explained as she passed you the little flyer with the ferry timetable, “he’s been researching Delos since we booked this trip months ago.”

“Huh, I thought he said he was a consultant,” Helena’s colleague, a male concierge who’d welcomed you, chimed in.

“He is,” you covered, thinking fast, “He teaches and consults with archaeologists on digs.”

“You’ll be well set then” Helena concluded with a smile.

“Yes,” you agreed, “I won’t be surprised if by the end of the day, I’ll be able to lead a tour of the island.”

Your prediction was more or less correct. Steven’s eyes lit up as Delos came into view from the ferry’s bow. He’d already briefed you on the early history and beginnings of the island on the ride over. Anyone else, it would be pedantic and infuriating, but Steven was so genuinely invested that his urge to share about the island was endearing, his enthusiasm about its lore contagious.

You two meandered through the breathtaking ruins hand-in-hand. Steven’s unofficial tour of the island was so engaging that you clocked a few American tourists loitering near you, eavesdropping to hear all of your husband’s in-depth knowledge of the different statues and remains of the site.

Your husband remained blissfully oblivious, and you didn’t mind the audience. You’d gotten your picture at the Terrace of the Lions, and besides, Steven was at his best like this. You thought back to when you first met and started dating him: his hunched posture, general jumpiness, the way he’d hedge and second-guess himself. Those facets of him had already melted away to an extent now that all four of you had settled into a groove that worked for everyone, but when Steven had a chance to talk about the subjects he was passionate about, he was calm, confident, and charismatic. He shone brighter than the blazing Greek sun and it warmed your heart more than words could ever describe to see your darling husband so effortlessly in his element.

So taken were you by his swagger that you interrupted his latest lecture about Cleopatra or something as you strolled to the Temple of The Delians, walking him back into one of the tall, ancient pillars to kiss him senseless.

“Blimey,” he sighed when you broke apart, “what was that for?”

You cocked your head playfully, “Do I need a reason to kiss my smart, sexy husband?”

“No,” he conceded with a sheepish smile playing across his lips.

You crowded closer to his body, his spine now pressed against the millennia-old, unyielding marble.

“These broad shoulders, all this golden skin…you look like a Greek god, you know,” you informed him while your hands traveled the cotton-covered expanse of his body. You pressed yourself impossibly closer to his body.

“Careful,” he warned you,“because soon this column won’t be the only thing as hard as stone.”

“Oh yeah?” Your tone was a playful challenge as you palmed his hardness through his shorts.

He groaned, “Babe…”

You withdrew your hand from his crotch. “Wanna feel what you do to me? So we’re even?”

He nodded feverishly to accept your offer and slipped his hand under the skirt of your sundress to dip his fingers inside of your lacy panties and feel you.

“So wet,” he observed reverently, playing with your folds and bud, “All this for me?”

“It’s certainly not for the ruins,” you quipped.

He slipped a finger inside you for your cheekiness, and you instantly tightened around him with a little whimper.

“Only you could make me want to cut a trip to Delos short,” he mused, slowly withdrawing his finger from your cunt, wiping your wetness on your panties, so as not to draw any attention.

“I’ll behave myself,” you promised, smoothing down your skirt. “Delos was your only honeymoon request.”

Steven’s hand took yours once again. “This and more lingerie fashion shows.”

You squeezed his hand, “Play your cards right and I'll give you a good one later.”

***

You’d put on quite the naughty fashion show for Steven when you returned to the suite and between the vigorous fucking your little act had resulted in and a day of sightseeing in the sun, you two passed out cold post-coitus.

Marc had woken up with you just as the sun disappeared below the horizon and suggested a dip to cool and rinse you off after your earlier lovemaking. You knew what “a dip in the pool” meant when your husband suggested it, but what you hadn’t expected was to be bent over your balcony in the Grecian twilight in the nude while your husband railed you from behind.

“Now this is a beautiful view,” he remarked as he pounded you. “I have the ocean and your ass jiggling without having to turn my head.”

Words escaped you at the moment. You were bowed over the rail, indescribably full in this position, equal parts thrilled and terrified that people could see your husband using your pussy in the dwindling sun.

Marc pulled your ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his cock as it was sucked in by your cunt. He kept a hand holding you open while the other massaged the wrinkled skin of your pucker, causing you to convulse at the unexpected touch.

“I get your ass next,” he declared, “It was so hot watching Jake take it…fuck, like a porno just for me and Steven. You were so beautiful.”

You mewled. As dirty as Marc liked to be, he could never abandon his adoration of you. You belonged to one another, each of you placing your trust, respect, vulnerability in the other’s hands to have absolutely shameless sex like this.

“Duh-duh-do…do you think anyone can see?” You wondered out loud.

“Dunno,” Marc replied, still thumbing your asshole. “Probably not but I don’t care if they do, because you’re mine. Right, baby?”

“Yeah,” you instantly concurred . “All yours daddy.”

The use of the pet name spurred Marc to spin you around so that your back was up against the crossbeam that made up the railing. He hitched your leg around his thick hips and plunged back into your needy core swiftly.

“So beautiful,” he repeated again now that you were facing each other. “So goddamn gorgeous.”

“Such a slut for you Marc,” you rambled, your breath hitching when his hand dropped between you once more, this time to strum at your clit.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “My wife is a slut for me and only me, you’ve got everyone else fooled.”

“It’s ‘cause you fuck me like this,” you provided, “‘s why I married you, no one else can make me come so hard.”

Marc redoubled his efforts on your little nub, now fully peeking out from its hood. “That’s right, come for me baby.”

Who were you to disobey? You had to bite your lip to muffle your mind as the fire of your orgasm licked through every corner of your body. Your hands gripped the wooden railing for dear life as it spread throughout your limbs.

Marc followed shortly after you, burying his face into your shoulder as he released deep into your heat with a satisfied groan. He brought your lips together once he finished, capturing you in tender liplock, allowing his cock to soften inside you before extracting it.

“Let’s never go back to London,” you proposed.

You could feel Marc’s amused smile against your skin. “Deal.”

Of course you had to, but it was nice to pretend as if you all didn’t have lives to go back to in two and a half days, even if only for a moment.

***

The next morning, your last full day in Greece, you didn’t want to get out of bed. Your airtight, logical reasoning was if you didn’t wake up the day couldn’t start and pass you by. Plus, you were too comfortable to move. Your back and neck were supported by fluffy pillows, your legs were splayed open and damn, there was the most delightful sensation between them.

It took embarrassingly long for your sleep and pleasure-addled brain to realize that your husband was feasting at you. You eyes blinked open to find the covers pushed back and his inky curls at the apex of your thighs. You moaned, and when he flicked his tongue in quick succession over your clit, you knew it was Steven.

“Honey.”

“Oh you’re awake,” he grinned, his chin wet from your slick when he briefly separated himself from your cunt to greet you. “Brilliant.”

…And he went right back to eating you out like a starving man. You gasped, your fingers curled into his locks, and you jolted into a sitting position as Steven continued. Already the steady pulse of pleasure beat through you indicating that your climax was near.

“How long have you been at this, baby?”

“Dunno,” he murmured against your slit, “a while.”

“Yeah?” Your voice was barely more than a rasp. “Woke up hungry for some pussy?”

He moaned and nodded his head with his tongue firmly shoved against your bud and fuck, yep that did it. You came with a keen, your thighs trembling and your fingers clawing at the crisp white sheets.

Steven retreated some while your orgasm wracked your body, then dove right back in. You tried to twist away from him, still so sensitive, but Steven wrapped his muscled arms around your twitching legs to hold you still.

“Baby,” you attempted to protest.

“Need it,” he countered, his voice reedy.

You pet his curls and tried to keep your legs steady as his morning scruff tickled your inner thighs. At least he eased back in to his assault on your cunt, dropping the lightest kisses on the crease where your thighs meet your groin before lapping at you once more.

He was trying to get as much of you wet as he could, it felt like, before he narrowed his target to just licking stripes from your asshole to your clit. Only once he had you dripping to his liking did he return to stick his tongue in your hole, gulping down your taste, moving to your clit shortly thereafter.

By that point it didn’t take much for you to erupt on his tongue, awarding Steven another orgasm that you could feel from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

You were not proud to admit that you kind of zoned out at that point, Steven’s mouth enshrined you in a haze of pleasure so dense that you just kind of floated atop it. Your husband seemed to be having the time of his life down there, so you were more than content to submit his ministrations.

You couldn’t really remember your name anymore but did it matter? Did you actually need to know your name to receive all of this ecstasy?

He pulled one - wait maybe it was two? - orgasms out of you - solely with his mouth before Steven’s fingers joined in. He performed a variation of your favorite move, sucking on your clit and instead of finger-fucking you, his digits pressed deep inside of your pussy. He stroked your walls, fingertips searching for that special spot. He found it, then your sweet Steven proceeded to abuse the ever-loving fuck out of it.

You could feel the magnitude of the orgasm building rapidly, more rapidly than you were used to, yet nevertheless you canted your hips against Steven’s mouth and fingers as you hurdled toward your peak. Your release arrived with a distinct feeling of letting go, an uncontrollable sensation, but Steven wouldn’t stop worshiping your pussy, which wrenched a pitiful, strained wail from your mouth as you peaked.

It was as if you couldn’t stop coming. You'd never experienced anything like this before, and although it felt magnificent, it scared you some too.

Steven’s voice brought you back. “Fuck, that was hot.”

Your vision returned and you peered down at him to ask, “Did I just squirt?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his face a portrait of sheer wonder. “It was bloody amazing.”

“Ohmygod” you reeled, words coming out on a rush. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

A flash of movement caught your eye. Steven gripped his cock which looked painfully hard, the top purpled and leaking.

“C’mere baby,” you cooed, motioning toward you. “Use my mouth.” You couldn’t do much currently, but you could do this.

Steven didn’t need to be told twice, awkwardly walking on his knees so he was straddling your chest. You gave his erection a few swipes of your tongue before you looked up at your husband, your eyes beckoning him to fuck your mouth like he needed to after denying himself pleasure for so long. You gripped onto his muscled, pillowy ass cheeks while he feverishly pistoned his dick into the warm suction of your mouth, the loveliest little sounds and cries escaping him.

Given the events of this morning, it wasn’t long before you were swallowing down Steven’s cum. The size of his load indicated how pent up he’d been, and you struggled to swallow all of his hot seed down in one gulp. Your husband swung his leg over your body and collapsed next to you, the two of you rendered silent after the intense lovemaking you’d just shared.

“Blimey,” Steven remarked. “You alright, babe? Need anything?”

You nuzzled into his chest. “I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, we both worked up quite the appetite, didn’t we?” he chuckled.

You joined in, amused. “If only we could subsist off each other’s bodily fluids.”

“We definitely wouldn’t have left the room this week if that had been the case,” he pointed out. “I think the restaurant’s still serving breakfast if we hurry.”

“Can’t we get room service? I can’t move.” You pulled the covers over your head in protest.

“But it’s so bloody expensive,” he bemoaned.

You revealed your face to fire back, “Well, you should’ve thought of that before you made me squirt because you’ve rendered my legs useless.”

Steven’s expression became tinged with concern. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes,” you assuaged him once again, “but four orgasms tends to take it out of you. Plus, baby, it’s our last day here, we should treat ourselves.”

Your husband relented, reaching for the in-room phone, “Want the bowl you had last time?”

You nodded, just absolutely beaming now that you’d gotten your way, and planted a wet kiss on Steven’s cheek as he placed your breakfast order.

He pulled you close to him once more after he hung up, and you pondered as he held you, “I can’t believe I’ll be back at work in forty-eight hours. I’ll be meant to be catching up on emails and all I’ll be able to think about is how well you three fucked me.”

Steven hummed in a mix of agreement and satisfaction. “We certainly made the most of it, didn’t we? It’ll be tough to go back to our usual routine and not shag at least two times a day.”

“How did we even do it?” you giggled.

“No idea,” he played along, then tilted your chin up to kiss you gingerly, sincerely. “I think it’s safe to say our marriage has gotten off to a cracking start however.”

You reconnected your lips, kissing him deeper. “Couldn’t agree more, my love.”

A/N: hopefully this was worth the wait!! thank you again dawnsutopia for requesting and more fills to come soon!

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Translations:

Joder - Fuck

Te gusta? Piensas que yo miro linda? - You like? Do you think I look cute?

No, eres linda, pero ahora ves tan sexy - No, you’re cute but now you look so sexy

Ven aquí - come here

Por supuesto Papi - of course daddy

Joder si, nena - fuck yeah babe

Bien, bien - okay, okay

Bueno, cuando quieres hacerlo? - good, when do you want to do it?

Vamos - let’s go

Por favor - please

Señora - Mrs.

un poquito mas - a little more

A tí, mi amor - to you, my love

Claro que si - of course

Estas lista - are you ready?

esposo - husband

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Beautiful Stranger

01: Way To Fall

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Lando being Lando, crash, injuries

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a/n: here you have the fist chapter of my new story! I hope everyone likes it and welcomes my new character Lily

kalimera: good morning

glykiá: sweety

efkharîsto: thank you

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When the summer break arrives, everyone wants to know where the drivers will go. They ask where their vacations will be, if they'll spend time with their families, go to parties or stay at home to do the activities they couldn't do during the first half of the season.

"So? What are you going to do?" Carlos asked me, a glass of God knows what type of drink on his right hand, and his left arm on the back of the long couch. "You'll go with your family somewhere with that big boat?"

"I don't think so, mate" I sighed. "I just don't feel like that. My brother has to take care of two kids, my sister has summer competitions… I'm not in the mood, actually"

"And what are you going to do? Stay in your apartment and play videogames?" he laughed, making me roll my eyes and look away.

"I don't know, maybe I will do that" I groaned.

"Go somewhere alone" he said, placing the glass on the table and grabbing his phone. "Buy tickets to somewhere far enough of the spotlight and rent an apartment. I bet that would be exciting"

"Yeah, right. That only happens in movies" I scoffed while drinking a little of my beer.

"And you don't want it to happen to you? Come on, I know you are tired of the dating rumors, of being always on tabloids asking about your love life in summer. You should go somewhere alone, far from the media" he said, patting my back.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I should go to a place where no one knows who I am. Maybe I should grab a map and find a place where I can be on my own.

That's how I ended days after searching for a place where I should go.

Portofino? No, even if it's a beautiful place there are a lot of tourists and famous people there.

Somewhere in Spain? No… I was there last summer.

France? The Netherlands… no, they would recognize me.

Greece. That country has many islands. Maybe I can go somewhere and stay there all the break.

There are some islands where communication barely arrives, where you live in a mix of the past and the present and ignore the exterior. Right, that’s what I need.

I tried to find a good place, somewhere not too difficult to access. I shouldn’t rent a car, right? I have to look like a normal guy that casually has lots of money. No big luxury brands to be seen, no expensive watches or jewelry. I have to look like another tourist that wants to be in a village for a few weeks.

Now… How should I go there? Which place should I go? Not Mykonos, not Rhodes or Santorini. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

“Huh? Where are you going?” Max asked, walking behind me and watching the screen of my laptop. “Greece?”

“I want to go alone” I sighed, rubbing my forehead and looking at the screen, the list of all the islands of Greece were shown in front of me. “But I don’t know where to go”

I saw Max sitting next to me, looking at the screen and reading it. I searched in Wikipedia the list of islands just to know the name of them. But then the population was next to the names.

“Tell me a number between 1 and 144” he said, taking the laptop away from me.

“What?” I frowned looking at him. “Mate, it’s not a game, come on…”

“I’m helping you decide where you’ll go. So tell me a number” he frowned.

“God… Okay…” I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking of a number. “32?”

“Well, now you’ll go to Parga” he said.

I sighed. That was easy. It was too easy, and I didn't like it. I needed a place to get lost, my mind wanted to be in somewhere where neither my best friend knew where I was.

"But…" I sighed while brushing my hair with my hand.

"I won't tell anyone" he sighed. "Lando, mate… you need it. I understand. Now with those rumors about you saying things you never said and the girls they say you are dating, you need to be somewhere away from the problems"

I look at him and nod. He's right, of course he's right. Carlos and him know me, they know how bad the hate affects me and how it makes me feel.

"I'll go to that place" I sighed nodding. "But promise me you won't tell anyone"

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The started great. Everyone in the village started their routine as always, going to their boats, opening their restaurants and starting to cook. The streets smell of food, the women making their traditional dishes just to serve the tourists that came here, kids running and playing on the streets with their friends and the old people talking on the door of their houses.

"Kalimera, Nora" I smiled at the woman that was preparing some breakfast.

"Oh, Lily" she smiled, kissing my cheek. "Today we have a reservation. Someone will come to one of the apartments"

"Oh, really? At what time?" I asked, serving myself a cup of coffee.

"Don't worry about it, Dorien will take care of it" she smiled. "He works for me, glykiá. You can go do your work"

I smile and nod, taking a deep breath and looking at her.

Nora Makris, owner of some of the apartments here in Parga. The day I came she adopted me as one of her kids, taking care of me and helping me with everything I needed.

"What are you going to do today?" she asked, putting a plate of fruit in front of me.

"I think I'll work for a while at the cafeteria and then I'll go to the beach" I smiled at her.

Life here is easy: you wake up, get dressed always with a bikini under the clothes, work for a while and then go to the beach. Do you need more money? You can guide the tourists and help them with everything they need and translate things from the local people.

Three years ago I came with the idea of escape from my life, needing a place to disconnect and forget about my past. And thanks to Nora now I have a place to call home. Working in the cafeteria is always fun. The villagers come and teach me some of their traditions, they teach me their language and how to live like them.

After I finished my breakfast I started to help Nora, making coffee or baking things. I know everyone in this place, so I greet them with their name and make their favorite things the way they like.

"Kalimera, Lily" they smile when I arrive at their table, complimenting my coffee or my outfit.

Everybody wants to know about me. Why would a young woman come here alone for a trip and stay longer than expected? They say I'm mysterious, that I'm a gift from the gods. Maybe that's why they treat me like I was born there, not asking about my origins or about my life, only accepting that I'm one of them.

The morning went quick, the same routine as always. The upstairs neighbor wanted a coffee with a plate of mixed fruit, the old lady that lives two doors away wanted her morning tea with one of the pastries of the day, the mother that lives with her two kids wanted her usual morning coffee and a toast with avocado and cream cheese. Everyone has their story here, and that's what I love about this place.

"Lily, you can leave now" Nora said walking towards me. "I'll for a while for the lunch time and them I'll start preparing some dishes for whoever wants to come"

I nodded and smiled, grabbing my bag and taking off my apron, leaving it on the hanger that is next to the backdoor.

I went to my apartment, going upstairs and opening the door. I have to get changed and make something for lunch, something quick and easy so I can go to the beach soon.

Everything was going great. I was listening to music while cooking, singing on top of it and moving around. Cutting tomatoes, making some bread and making chicken to make a gyro.

I heard noises in the apartment next to mine, like someone talking in English and opening and closing doors, even someone talking dirty English. Walls here are thin, but I won't complain. I prefer having thin walls rather than not having anything.

When I finished making my lunch I grabbed my laptop and went to the balcony, eating everything while watching a show.

"That's Peaky Blinders?" I heard a voice from the other balcony.

I stopped the episode and frowned, looking at the tall wall that separated both balconies. I can't see the face of the person that talks to me, I only can hear him.

"Eh… yeah" I nod, blushing. "How do you know?"

"The accent and that they are always saying Thomas Shelby" he chuckled. "It's a great show"

"Yeah it is" I nodded, smiling. "It's the second time I watch it"

"That's nice" he said, and then silence again.

I continued watching the show, but it was awkward. Nora should have told me that the tourist was going to be my neighbor, that we were going to share walls.

The rest of the lunch time was relaxed. After I finished the lunch I laid on the couch to watch a little more of the show while packing my beach bag and getting changed to go there.

The beach here is some streets away, and on the way to it there are many stores to get the attention of the tourists: souvenirs, ice cream shops, things for the beach, even swimwear and sandals shops.

I grabbed my earphones and started playing some soft music after getting out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the keys on the bag.

I started my way to the beach, smiling at some people that recognized me and even stopping to talk with some of them. The old women always have something to talk about, even some of them try to make me date their grandsons.

"They would settle down with someone like you" they use to say. "You are so responsible and down on Earth!"

It always makes me laugh. I'm mysterious to them, no one knows why I came, only Nora.

I kept walking down the street, hearing music that now wasn't as soft as before. It was some type of rock, making me not hear my surroundings.

Making me not hear the scooter that was driving straight towards me.

"Stop!" the guy screamed, but it was too late for him to break and for me to jump back. "Shit!"

I fell to the floor. It was so fast, making me fall hard. I could feel blood in the plan of my hands and my knees, even a sharp pain on my ankle.

"Shit, are you okay?" he gasped, leaving the scooter on the floor and kneeling in front of me.

"What the hell?" I groaned, but I immediately moaned in pain. "Just pay attention to the road!"

"I did! You were the one that wasn't paying attention!" he exclaimed and it made me gasp, looking at him.

"It's you" I frown, recognizing the voice.

"Me?" he frowned, nervous. "What? You know who I am?"

He looked around, searching for someone or something. I could feel how anxious he was feeling right now.

"Shit, do you know who I am" he groaned.

"Yeah, my neighbor" I said, looking at him.

"What?" he mumbled, frowning. "Oh, you are the one that is watching Peaky Blinders… yeah, sorry"

I frown and look around. Was he searching for someone? No one was around, at this time people are already on the beach or working on their shops.

"Shit, you can walk, right?" he sighed, helping me to get up.

"Yeah… no" I groaned when I stood on my feet. "No, I think I hurt my ankle"

"Ah shit" he sighed. "Is there somewhere I can take you? Like… a medical center?"

"Yeah" I sigh, leaning on him since he was holding me to not stand on my ankle.

"Get on the scooter" he said, holding it and sitting on it, looking at me.

"What? No! You just crashed on me with it! I won't get on it!" I exclaimed, but the pain was worse than my own pride.

"I'll help you, okay? And I'll go slow and pay attention to every corner. Now, please, get on the scooter" he sighed.

I look at him and then at the back of his seat, where I'm supposed to sit. I have to get close to him to fit, wrap my arms on his waist and hold him. God, it will be really awkward.

"Come on" he hurried me.

I sighed, grabbing my bag from the ground and hanging it on my shoulder, standing on my good leg while I watched how he was offering me his hand to hold it. I looked at the palm of my hand, gow scratched and bloody it was, then at my knee. I’m surely going to get his shirt dirty with my blood.

“But the blood…” I sighed looking at his hand.

“I really don’t care, come on” he sighed, moving his hand to hold mine helping me get on the scooter. “It’s just blood, I can wash it away. And if you don’t look that ankle it will get worse”

I sigh and nod, getting on the scooter in a really uncomfortable way. He doesn’t have a spare helmet, so he took his helmet off and put it on my head. He didn’t start the engine, making me believe the vehicle was broken.

“Wrap your arms around me” he said looking back at me.

“What? No!” I exclaimed, raising up my hands, trying to not touch him.

“You’ll fall if you don’t do that!” he sighed, and grabbed both of my hands wrapping my arms around his waist making me blush hard.

This guy has really a strong rizz, he didn’t even flinch when I placed my hands on his abdomen, the dry blood getting on his shirt and my fingers feeling the line of his abs.

I tried to not blush, looking away and making sure he couldn’t see me through the mirrors. He smells good too, I wonder what type of perfume he’s using. And his curls are so good made, just on top of his head and on his sides is kinda shorty.

“It’s on this way, right?” he asked me, pointing to a signal that had a cross on it. “It’s in greek”

“Yeah, it's that way” I said nodding.

He parked the scooter in front of the door of the medical center, getting off of it after holding it with the stand. He took off the helmet from my head and then hung it on the handlebar.

“Do you need help?” he asked, looking at me.

Now I can see his eyes, his face. Well, he's cute.

“I think so, yeah” I sighed after trying to get out of the seat, but it was impossible.

He helped me, holding my arm and then he turned around. He wanted to carry me on his back? Can this be more awkward than it already is and looks? I sighed, sitting with both my legs hanging on the side of the scooter and looking at his back.

I hope no one is around. Because it’ll be the talk of the town.

🎮

I felt bad. Really, really bad. The moment she recognized me I panicked, thinking that she recognized me because of who I was, not because of my voice. She’s the girl next door that when I walked inside the apartment Max rented for me was playing music while cooking. I heard her voice and then I heard the dialogues of the show I watched not long ago.

Her voice was soft, like velvet, and when she talked to me after I crashed into her, her mad voice made me remember Yuki. She was panicking and in pain, andI could feel how nervous she was while we had the ride on the scooter.

When we arrived at the medical center and I carried her inside of it she started talking in greek, making me impressed. She speaks perfect english and a perfect greek, where is she from?

“I have a sprained ankle” she sighed looking at me.

The moment the nurse saw her when we walked inside the local she guided us to a room, so I placed her on the hospital bed and sat next to her on a chair. I’m not an idiot, I know that it’s my fault and I should take care of what happened.

“Oh…” I frowned, looking at how the nurse was rolling a bandage around her right foot. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

She sighed and looked away. I still can feel how uncomfortable she is.

“I’ll pay for the medicines you have to take” I said, and she turned her head quickly at me, surprised.

“No, don’t worry about it! I can pay for them” she frowned, like if she was offended that I was offering to pay for the medicines.

She sighed and looked away again, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking out through the window. I bet she wanted to be on the beach, she was wearing a bikini under her summer dress, and on her bag there was a towel and a book too.

“It’s the least I can do, I ruined your day” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

The nurse looked at us and said something that made her blush. I wonder what she said.

“Okay” the girl sighed. “Yeah, okay”

I smiled weakly and nodded at the nurse, watching how she got up to grab something. I grabbed my phone and sighed, searching the dictionary I downloaded.

“How do you say thank you in greek?” I asked the girl, frowning, then I heard her chuckle.

“Efkharîsto” she said chuckling softly. “You came to Greece with no idea of how to say the basic things to survive here?”

“I survive thanks to a dictionary” I said sighing.

“Well, let me tell you that it’s useless” she laughed. “You should learn the basic words, just to not waste time searching them”

“What’s your name?” I asked her suddenly, looking at her and how her face changed. “I crashed into you, at least let me know the name of my first victim”

“Your first victim? I feel honored” she laughed, making me laugh. Good, the tension is now less present here. “Lily”

“That doesn’t sound Greek at all” I frowned, looking at her surprised.

“That’s because I’m not from here” she said shrugging her shoulders. “And what’s your name? In case I have to demand you, you know”

“Oh…” I laugh, but my mind immediately started to panic. Should I tell her my name? What if she discovers who I am? “Logan” lie.

“Well… nice to meet you in a bad way, Logan” she nodded.

Well done, Lando.

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uramilf · 8 months

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hiiii I wanted to request a smutty but ending fluffy (?) about Ross and reader’s honeymoon, I imagine somewhere like an island, maybe Mykonos, and they being extremely lovely, hot, you know honeymoon vibes

A/N: Thank you for your request love! sorry it took so fucking long but i have been so uninspired recently and it sucks!!! But I'm finally feeling motivated to write again!!

Warnings: Smut

You and Ross were heading off on your first holiday alone together; not a trip with the guys, not tour, just the two of you spending all week together on a sunny Greek island. You had been planning the trip for months, Ross coming up with all sorts of outings and activities for the two of you to do together. But, truth be told, the thing he was most excited for was having you all to himself for an entire week.

You glanced up at your boyfriend from across the balcony in your rented house. He was reading his book whilst smoking a cigarette, sunglasses on, hair falling loose around his tanned face. "Hey, Ross?" "Hm?" He removed his sunglasses, eyes gleaming in the sun. "Thanks for bringing me here. I love you." Ross took one last drag of his cigarette before laying it in the ashtray and closing his book. He opened his arms, saying "C'mere, my darling." You stood up and walked over to him, settling yourself on his lap. His arms snuck around your waist, holding you in tightly to his chest. "I love you too. And I love being here with you." He started to press kisses to every spot where the sun shone on you, every place where a strand of hair reflected the light. You pulled away to look at him. "You look so hot like this," you smiled, playing with a strand of his hair. "Like what?" Ross laughed and kissed you lightly on the lips. "Like, with your hair down, and your shirt open, all tanned. This is what I picture you looking like on our honeymoon." "Oh, you've been planning our honeymoon now? I think that would require us to be married, darling." "So you don't wanna marry me then?" you teased, kissing him again, biting his lower lip every so gently. "Fuck me, darling. There's nothing I want more."

Ross stood up suddenly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back through the balcony doors, dropping you straight onto the bed. You lay back and laughed as he pulled his shirt off and threw himself onto the bed beside you, kissing you hard. "By the way, if you cut your hair before our wedding I would call the whole thing off." "No chance, love. You like it, so it's here to stay."

With that he pressed his lips to yours again and rolled you over to lie on top of him, hands grasping at your t-shirt, practically begging you to take it off. You sat up, straddling him, discarding the shirt and letting his hands venture to the clasp of your bra. Ross breathed a sigh of contentment as you took it off, his rough, calloused hands grasping gently at your breast as you kissed him again. You started to unbuckle his belt, feeling him grow hard below your hands.

"Fuck, darling," Ross groaned, lifting his hips so you could pull his jeans and boxers down. He moaned into your mouth as you wrapped your hand around his cock and started to stroke him up and down. Before long you were sinking down onto him, making you both cry out in sync. Ross grasped your hips as you rode him, head thrown back against the pillow. You clenched around him as you climaxed, making him follow shortly after.

As you collapsed onto Ross's chest, he wrapped both arms around you. "I love you, darling. You're fuckin' perfect."

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald blurb #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut

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iaeriy · 6 months

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smut!

by the fireplace- christmas special! who knew christmas activities can get out of hand

fair or not- who knew two best friends could share around.

affected- jude never realizes how you’ve affected him and his life.

holidays- meeting up someone special on a holiday in mykonos

fluff . . . ❤︎

only -to where jude decides to take you to the mall & the two of you spend the day out making lots of memories.

#jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x reader #iaeriy masterlist

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barzysunflower · 1 year

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GO ON A WORLD TRIP WITH YOUR NHL BOYS

hi guys! I want to keep my blog active over the summer break so I have created this opportunity for me to write and make little edits for you guys! since I won’t be traveling much I thought we could travel virtually together and take our favorite boys with us!

━━ EUROPE

Scotland - mat barzal

FRANCE

Paris - cale makar

Paris - jeff skinner

SPAIN

Madrid - mat barzal

ITALY

Venice - k’andre miller

Venice - mat barzal

Rome - mat barzal

Lake Como - nick blankenburg

GREECE

Mykonos - mat barzal

Milos - mat barzal

━━ ASIA

Singapore - mat barzal

Bali - mat barzal

Maldives - quinn hughes

━━ SOUTH AMERICA

Argentina - mat barzal

Costa Rica - mat barzal

━━ NORTH AMERICA

USA

Boston - matt boldy

Dallas - matt boldy

Dallas - andrei svechnikov

Seattle - mat barzal

San Diego - luke hughes

Utah - mat barzal

Hawaii - mat barzal

CANADA

Banff - tyson jost

Vancouver - mat barzal

━━ AUSTRALIA

Sydney - andrei svechnikov

Melbourne - quinn hughes

#travel with me summer 23 #nhl fics #nhl imagines #moodboard #mat barzal #andrei svechnikov #cale makar #nhl #new york islanders #carolina hurricanes #colorado avalanche #hockey boys

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bazaarwords · 1 year

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are u interested in ava/beatrice/lilith? smth with them pls, or a roommate au, or a fwb? ur other prompt fills are amazing!!!!

hello!! thank you so much @amazingpurplehoodie! i hope this works!

If Lilith had a modicum of patience for the two idiots living in her apartment, she wouldn’t have bought the plane tickets.

In the sky above Europe, she doesn’t have to think about the horrible, yearning glances. She doesn’t have to think about the way they bump into each other in the galley kitchen and then blush and stutter and it is driving her insane. To her infinite regret, she currently does not have enough money to rent on her own in Madrid. So she’s stuck until she either wins the lottery or finds a new job. With the current market, the lottery is more likely, so she remains in the middle of a horny war she wants nothing to do with.

Were she a more involved friend, Lilith would have said something. Ages ago.

But she is not involved, she does not want to be involved, and this is why she is heading to Greece. This is why, on a sun-drenched beach in Mykonos, she has opted to silence notifications from them both and is taking in the gorgeous weather and a few glasses of ouzo.

She understands, objectively, that the spontaneous trip is several, active steps away from her goal of financial and personal freedom, but if she stays one more consecutive day in the apartment, she’s going to kill one of them. She doesn’t have the money to bail herself out of prison, is the thing.

It is heaven on earth until her phone rings.

Because of the ouzo, or maybe because she’d been half-asleep (although she’d never willingly admit to that, she is constantly vigilant) she picks up the phone right away. The rationale being: it could very well be work. It could be my boss, and she could need something that requires my immediate attention. These thoughts last the duration of the phone’s movement from the beach towel to her ear, and then it is this:

“Lilith, if you don’t answer her she’s going to break into my room. She already got into my apartment! I don’t even know how—”

“Camila,” she says, as firmly as the ouzo will allow, “I am trying to relax.”

“That’s what I told her. She’s having a crisis and—“

In the background, Lilith can hear the unmistakable sound of Ava Silva’s panicked shouting. There is not enough alcohol left in her bottle to field this.

“I’m hanging up, Camila. If she’s on death’s door… you can consider calling me. And only after the ambulance.”

“No, please—“

There’s what sounds like a struggle on the other end, and then Lilith’s ear is full of labored breathing. The following sentence comes out like one, unbroken word. “Lilith? Lilith, I saw her boobs. I came home and she didn’t know I was there and I was in the kitchen and she came into the—“

Lilith hangs up. She turns her phone off.

She downs the rest of the bottle and she lies in the sun until she falls asleep.

—

She’s wandering through Athens, completely disconnected.

It’s a wonderful opportunity to practice her poor Greek, and she’s had a fair amount of encouragement from elderly women and street vendors alike. She feels at peace for the first time since before she’d co-signed her lease.

The last time she’d tried opening her phone, she’d been overrun with messages and missed calls and the deluge of notifications had soured her mood. She’d sent an email to her boss, stating phone troubles, ignored five consecutive messages from Camila, and turned it off. It’s been two blissful days since, but she only has so much time left before real life has to creep back in.

A young man selling intricate, handmade candles on the street is impossibly kind to her and patient with her Greek. He tries out some English and Spanish with her, and then hands her a free candle on one condition: she follows him on Instagram.

He looks so young and so hopeful, and the business really seems to be his passion. Lilith does not consider herself a particularly generous person, but there is something in this man’s eyes that makes her want to help.

So she does. She turns her phone on, and follows him.

It’s been just long enough for her to have a lapse in judgement, however, because he asks if she’d be willing to share a picture of his stand and tag him in it, and she doesn’t hesitate in saying yes.

It takes fifteen seconds for her to get a call.

“Your phone,” the man says.

“My phone,” she says, and hazards a glance at it.

This time, it’s Beatrice. Another lapse in judgement: she answers.

“Hello,” she answers, not a question.

“Hello Lilith. I’m glad you’re alive.”

“What is it,” also not a question, “that you want, Beatrice.”

“I, um… I wanted to ask when you’d be coming back?”

It sounds innocuous, but Beatrice is not Ava. Beatrice will dance gingerly around an issue and then crash land on her request, no parachute. She’ll reel someone in with a false sense of composure and then spring the true nature of her panic like a bear trap. Beatrice does not break into her friend’s apartments. Beatrice knocks on the door and sits on the couch with some tea and slowly turns into a homosexual mess before one has the opportunity to realize what’s happening.

“Two days.”

“Ah,” Beatrice says, and then there is a pause and Lilith considers hanging up six unique times. “How are you enjoying… wherever you are?”

“Get to the point, Beatrice.”

“I…” Lilith can hear her shift gears. Beatrice has a tenuous relationship with tact, so she says: “I’m in love with Ava.”

Lilith pulls the phone away from her ear, and the red end call button glows like city lights in a vast desert. She’s been wandering through the dunes for months. She wants to hang up like she’s never wanted anything before.

But, she hasn’t put Beatrice on speaker phone, and it’s something about the small, pathetic, “Lilith?” that grabs hold of what she imagines to be a cold little black lump in her chest and squeezes.

She sighs and puts the phone to her ear. “I know, Beatrice. Everyone knows.”

“Everyone?”

“Almost everyone,” Lilith grumbles, conceding at the thought of her other, stupider roommate. She accepts the candlemaker’s business card and makes her way down the street. “Why are you having this crisis now, Beatrice?”

“I… I just realized.”

“You just—“ The little red button is right there. “Beatrice. How?”

“Well. I was doing some coursework at the kitchen counter and she’d baked some muffins for me—“

“No. No, how has it taken this long?”

Silence. Lilith allots ten seconds for a response before she hangs up.

“Oh. Oh, I—I’ve been feeling this way for months.”

She’s right by the shore. She could throw her phone into the sea.

“Goodbye, Beatrice.”

“Wait! What… what do I do?”

Lilith has given plenty of her time to this. Enough is enough.

“Goodbye.”

—

Lilith prepares herself for the worst, always.

She stands in front of the door to her apartment for ten minutes, trying to wring out the memories of a warm Grecian sun and sweet orange cake and coffee and blue waters. She needs her head on right if she’s going to maneuver the mess they’ve inevitably gotten themselves into while she’s been gone.

It takes three tries, but she opens the door and walks into what seems like an empty apartment.

Her hackles are always up, so she’s mostly prepared to handle Ava when she comes flying into the living room, wrapped in a sheet that trips her as soon as she tries to stop.

“Lilith!” She says from the floor. “You’re back!”

She looks down at Ava, takes stock of the situation. Ava scrambles to her feet, and she’s saying something that Lilith is not listening to, mostly because she’s watching Beatrice tiptoe from Ava’s bedroom to her own bedroom on their side of the apartment, hair a mess, shirt on backwards.

In a rare moment of levity she thinks: well she didn’t need my help after all.

“Hello Beatrice,” Lilith says, deadpan, and Beatrice turns to her like she’s just been shot. It's funny. Lilith doesn't smile.

There is a long moment of silence, and in it, Lilith seriously considers going back to Greece.

“So,” Ava begins, the hand that’s not holding the bedsheet up to her bare chest waving between her and Beatrice. “We figured everything out. By—well, by having se—“

“I’m going to sleep,” Lilith interrupts. It’s four in the afternoon. She wants to be unconscious.

“Okay, yeah. Cool. Nice.” Ava says, gives her a thumbs up and almost trips again as she backs up on the way to her room. Beatrice follows her, the very picture of a walk of shame.

In her room, Lilith sits on the edge of her bed and ruminates on the fact that she might finally be able to live peacefully in her own home. It's a nice thought. She's almost happy for them.

Her phone buzzes. It’s Ava.

Almost.

Ava Silva, 4:06PM

do u still have those noise cancelling headphones??

maybe…… u should wear them

for...... idk like an hour?

She dismisses the notifications and goes to Google: cheap flights anywhere.

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lantur · 10 months

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I got home from Greece late on Monday night. Highlights of the rest of my trip,

Hiking 10 km along the caldera in Santorini, from Fira to Oia, enjoying views along the way. Eating an enormous waffle covered with Nutella, pralines, and almonds for brunch, along with a scoop of coffee-flavored ice cream, at a restaurant with a beautiful view of the ocean.

Seeing the ruins of the Cycladic Bronze Age settlement of Akrotiri on Santorini, as well as the accompanying museum with artifacts and wall art taken from Akrotiri. I love history.

Visiting the ruins on the sacred island of Delos.

Hiking to the top of an active volcano, Nea Kameni, near Santorini, and then visiting the thermal hot springs in the ocean nearby, sinking my feet into the soft volcanic mud.

Swimming, swimming, swimming, in cold, crystal-clear waters in Mykonos and Santorini. I had never swum in the ocean before and now it is one of my greatest joys.

GYROS! Fresh seafood! Fresh fruits eaten on the beach! The strawberries I ate there are the best strawberries I have ever had. I also ate a lot of gelato. So many good meals with so many amazing views of the ocean.

The trip was wonderful and it really helped with the healing process after all that I've been through in the last several months, especially in April and May. It helped a lot to - not replace the bad memories, because those will always be there, but to add new, beautiful and good memories, to layer on top of the bad memories, keeping them less fresh in my mind.

Lowlights,

Horrible long travel day from Athens back to Minneapolis, featuring getting detained by immigration upon my arrival in DC. Two (white) immigration officials claimed that "I did not look like my passport photo" or driver's license photo. These two individuals openly said that they were not allowing me to pass immigration "because I looked different, because my nose looked bigger, than it did in the passport and driver's license photos." This was the most bizarre and upsetting thing. I was shocked. I've flown out of the country numerous times and never had any issue re-entering until Monday. I was taken to a room and made to wait with no explanation. I texted as many people as I could to let them know what was going on, until I was stopped from using my phone. I was so distraught and almost cried in the room. Finally, a sympathetic (Black) immigration official let me go. It was so scary and upsetting, especially because I was alone, and coming off a 10-hour flight. It really rattled me and now I feel nervous and hesitant to fly internationally again.

I've been stressed af since I got back home. Catching up on work, lack of good quality sleep thanks to jet lag, feeling tired and achy from all the walking and hiking I did on my trip, and anxious because of traveling for work again today. I'm writing this from my hotel room in Iowa, where I am for a work event. I'm traveling again to Denver next Friday/Saturday for work.

I haven't slept through the night through all of May and all of June so far due to stress/grief/trauma/anxiety - only on the few nights I've taken a sleeping aid pill. I'm really hoping I can stabilize my sleep and settle my life down a bit in July.

#lanturing

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strangesmallbard · 2 years

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okay here are my thoughts on most of the kassandra romances in ac odyssey:

odessa: incredible friends with benefits energy. she’s also shady and overly confident, traits i love in a woman. nothing much here, but a solid first romance. 6/10

roxana: their scene on the mountain is SO sweet and fun, also peak friends with benefits vibes with a hint of something more. 7/10

lykaon: if you’re into soft dudes, he’s pretty soft. not my cuppa, but not offensive. 5/10

daphnae: the sheer concept of a daughter of artemis falling for the warrior woman destined to take her place is fucking incredible, but i was craving more relationship development onscreen. 6/10

anais: childhood best friends to lovers to friends with history because our differences are irreconcilable my BELOVED! i loved how regular and grounded this romance felt. it was nice to see someone love kassandra for who she is, and accept that she can’t be everything too. and kassandra is SUCH a dad. 10/10

those two brothers added later on: in my lesbian onion, these quests are much funnier if you don’t like either of them. kassandra is just like “oh sweet, free brothers!” followed by “oh brother” when they declare their love.

alkibiades: he’s the only dude i had kassandra sleep with because there is nothing heterosexual about this relationship. bisexual 4 bisexual energy is off the CHARTS. men get pegged, etc. 8/10

diona: she could not have been less subtle about being a cultist, but she was very hot. this is the exact mental process i gave kassandra. 7/10

kyra: holy shit, i am devastated by this romance and the entire mykonos arc. when kyra throws a KNIFE at her head, and kassandra immediately falls in love. i think she’s one of the few options where kassandra clearly has romantic feelings, so the ending hits like a sack of bricks. 10/10

thaletas: i killed this man. 0/10

brasidas: not an actual romance, but an honorable mention because of the popularity. idk guys i don’t see it at all! they give me major siblings or uncle & niece vibes. i think kassandra trauma dumps because every older spartan guy is dadcoded to her. 0/10

natakas: look, i don’t hate natakas. he’s fine out of context. perfectly inoffensive. he has a nice face. however, i cannot get over the forced heterosexuality and birth situation! it leaves the worst taste in my mouth! i literally haven’t played ac odyssey since i found out! -5/10, i’m sorry natakas you’re very nice but get out of my house right now

aspasia: the biggest missed opportunity of this entire game. i am so disappointed by the last scene in the cult arc because like, aspasia disappears! we have no emotional connection to her! imagine if they had several run-ins during the main quest. imagine if aspasia actively helped you hunt the other cultists. imagine if ubisoft committed to her gaslight gatekeep girlbossing. i wanted unhealthy emotional attachment! i wanted manipulation! that kiss at the end should have HIT. anyway 10/10 the concept in my head, 2/10 the actual romance

#ac odyssey #yell.txt

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pensat-i-fet · 10 months

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I’m with your last Mykonos anon. I went last summer and it’s SO overrated. Beautiful scenery but they don’t tell you how windy it is. Don’t book anything because it’ll get cancelled due to 💨 plus it’s all over priced 😅

It gives those overrated vibes for sure. But having to cancel activities...that would annoy me so much 😩

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griefbringers · 8 months

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hc.

It's likely that within the Dreaming proper, most of the Griefbringers can separate themselves into multiple bodies - they're dreams, after all, and their 'physical' manifestations are almost limitless.

However: the splitting of their form into multiple bodies does NOT automatically split each Griefbringer's consciousness from the whole. They have to actively WORK at that; they're still a collective, and it's like... a conscious choice to separate themselves mentally. It's more of a raising of walls than a cut or a split. If Mykonos and Graves split into two forms, they both have EQUAL control over both forms to begin with, and it has to be a collective, conscious decision for either of them to limit their control or let the other take the reins etc. That's part of why a) they don't do it very often, and b) only the most differentiated Griefbringers with the most executive control over their collective form (such as Graves and Meek) can really do this on purpose.

In the Waking it's a different story. They're bound to one form and there's nothing they can really do about that except wrestle each other constantly for control. Graves and Mykonos are the worst for that, both being paranoid and guarded in the Waking, but it's ultimately usually Johnny who wins out anyway because he's literally made for the Waking.

#hc.#hc: griefbringers #[ It took us a long time to settle on this headcanon. ]

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Came across this video of why many tourists skip athens as a tourist destination and I have to say it's not that accurate because many foreigners even during winter visit Athens.

Athens is indeed not that charming in some areas like we have in our islands, BUT there are many amazing historical places to visit like the Parthenon (obviously duh!), the museums, the Plaka

I am greek but I have to agree that Ahtens is a little chaotic and I prefer the city only for vacation BUT like i said for vacation it has many places to go and it's just as great as our islands for vacation

I watched that video a couple days ago too!

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I agree, it is not accurate that tourists don’t go to Athens but it is more or less true that they don’t stay as long as Athens takes to be explored even a little. Most tour plans I see give Athens 2-3 days at most, which is a joke. You can’t see anything in Athens in such a short time. But then again Athens is almost never the true focus of one’s vacation in Greece. I’ve spoken before about how much I hate the classic plan of 3 days in Athens - 3 days in Mykonos - 3 days in Santorini - 3 days in Ios or Paros or Crete(!!!). Writing this alone frustrated me already!

Anyway, the thing with Athens is that it looks gritty and harsh and unkempt in a lot of places and people - maybe reasonably - have associated this with danger. It is not true though: Athens is on average safer than most American and Western European large cities and capitals. Of course Athens is the most dangerous place in Greece (kinda questioning it lately) but this doesn’t mean much. It is kind of… ehm… annoying to hear tourists express their concerns about safety in Athens before they come when they are from the places they are from, you know? 🙈

Another problem is the trash talking that still lingers after the peak of the crisis; media would constantly scare tourists off Athens and Greece in general, warning that Greece was in huge unrest and that tourists were unsafe or that locals would even turn against Northern Europeans. Literally the worst thing that happened during those years were the strikes, so you could get unlucky and lose your ship, granted. But your life and your possessions weren’t in danger like foreign media were claiming! And whatever riot ever happened was against the politicians, not random people. Fortunately, the bad rep didn’t prevent Greece from reaching new highs in tourism during those years. But the bad rep about Athens remains.

One might ask: “okay but if it’s gritty and run down, why would I want to go there?”Well, Athens is huge enough that it has numerous breathtaking areas in between the ugliness. But after all, Athens’ strong card is not beauty - it’s the countless activities and experiences it offers. It is very lively, pretty authentic, great for food, for partying, for shopping, it has hills and mountains and coastlines within the city, and of course it’s world class for sightseeing and museums.

#greece #tourism #travel #europe #Athens #mainland #attica #central greece #sterea hellas #making some Athenian justice today #anon #mail #video #YouTube

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par2n2 · 2 years

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Hidden Gems or devoured landscapes?

It seems that the we are currently living amidst the first post-pandemic (NOT) summer of the northern hemisphere, howbeit already overflowed with natural catastrophes, extreme weather events and climatic emergencies. Despite the superficial aestival slump, my everyday newsfeed is full of calamities, disasters, and the overhanging (or better already present at least in Greece) financial collapse of the coming winter.

At the same time the famous islands and coasts of Greece are overwhelmed, actually swarmed by tourists, implying that 2022 will be the next record year in arrivals, after the phenomenal 2019. This precipitates the mainstream, but fully distorted common perception that tourism constitutes Greece's heavy industry.

Alas we have reached the point of no return and apart from our cities, villages, and the iconic ancient antiquities, virtually all landscapes, seascapes and marine areas, whole islands, along with their natural ecosystems and their entire local culture have been transformed into a commercial product, advertised, sold and consumed irresponsibly and utterly unsustainably. This all-inclusive perspective has steered a substantial part of the whole Greek economy towards the services sector, thus fully abandoning other key primary productive activities, such as agriculture, particularly in areas and sites in which they traditionally had a huge financial but also social importance. The repercussions of this ill thought advance are more than obvious in small, isolated insular and mountainous communities, where traditional and other primary productive activities have ceased to exist, bringing about heavy dependence from the mainland for basic products and goods.

Closely observing the above rationale, investors acquire considerable areas of whole Islands solely to satisfy commercial interests, and proceed to the construction of pharaonic resorts that devour unique, vulnerable and threatened landscapes. Tourism and its consecutive massive -in most cases- reverberations that are necessary for accommodating the out of scale numbers of targeted visitors, have drastically altered the appearance and essence of cities, towns and villages, while the devastation of this hasty and improvised transformation has left incurable scars on the natural landscapes and seascapes. This unprecedented flow of travellers and of course income, has veiled the urgent need to take precautions, formulate regulations and organise the whole society for what now we name "Overtourism".

Even so, the traditional livelihoods and the unbroken for millennia way of life in the Aegean and Ionian insular communities, as well as in the secluded mountainous villages have radically changed. Entire local and mostly isolated communities, along with their sustainable and self-sufficient economies that have been surviving and evolving for thousands of years have become in a matter of decades dependant to a sole and absolute activity: provision of touristic services. The exclusive character and idiosyncrasy of each community, island and village has been lost, and exchanged to a uniform appealing touristic product to be marketed and bought. The prudent passenger will easily suspect that the cosmopolitan and hospitable impression and façade of Santorini and Mykonos are only superficial. Just beneath this thin, papery surface one can only find an unvarying Disney land, a carefully prepared and set up theatrical scenery completely detached from its surrounding societal, local and natural environment.

The photography for this post was taken during the revisit of several walking paths hiked some years ago, which produced numerous of my blog posts for landscapes and places, still undiscovered on the island of the famous and over-visited Santorini. Unfortunately, it seems to me that this impression will not stand for long. I am content that a hidden paradise is even now secluded from the eyes of many, but until when...

#Santorini #Summer #tourism #overtourism #photography #landscapes #seascapes #sea #sun #colour #greece #Insular #cyclades #sustainability #Environment #destination #aegean

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Mythical Shores Await: Get Your Greek Visa

Introduction to obtaining a Greece visa for Indians

If you're an Indian traveler dreaming of exploring the mythical shores of Greece, you're in luck! Greece is a country that offers a rich tapestry of history, culture, and natural beauty. From the ancient ruins of Athens to the breathtaking beaches of Santorini, Greece has something to offer every traveler. However, before you can embark on your Greek adventure, you'll need to obtain a visa. In this guide, we'll walk you through the process of obtaining a Greece visa for Indians, ensuring that your dream trip becomes a reality.

Why visit Greece? A brief overview of the country's attractions

Greece is a country that has captivated the imaginations of travelers for centuries. Its ancient ruins, picturesque islands, and vibrant cities make it a truly magical destination. For history enthusiasts, Greece is a treasure trove of archaeological wonders. The Acropolis in Athens, the ruins of Delphi, and the ancient city of Olympia are just a few of the many sites that transport visitors back in time. The country's islands, such as Santorini, Mykonos, and Crete, offer stunning beaches, crystal-clear waters, and charming white-washed villages. And let's not forget the delectable Greek cuisine, known for its fresh ingredients and flavorful dishes. Whether you're a history buff, a beach lover, or a foodie, Greece has something to offer everyone.

Understanding the visa requirements for Indians traveling to Greece

Before you start your visa application process, it's important to understand the requirements for Indians traveling to Greece. As an Indian citizen, you will need to apply for a Schengen visa, as Greece is a member of the Schengen Area. The Schengen visa allows you to travel freely within the 26 member countries, including Greece. To be eligible for a Greece visa, you must have a valid passport with at least six months of validity remaining, proof of travel insurance covering medical expenses, and proof of accommodation in Greece. Additionally, you will need to provide evidence of your financial means to cover your stay in Greece, such as bank statements or sponsorship letters. It's also important to note that you may be required to provide a detailed itinerary of your trip, including your planned accommodation, transportation, and activities.

Types of visas available for Indians visiting Greece

There are different types of visas available for Indians visiting Greece, depending on the purpose and duration of your trip. The most common type of visa is the Schengen tourist visa, which allows you to stay in Greece for up to 90 days within a 180-day period. This visa is suitable for tourists and visitors who plan to explore the country's attractions. If you're planning to visit Greece for business purposes, you will need to apply for a Schengen business visa. This visa allows you to attend meetings, conferences, or other business-related activities in Greece. There are also other types of visas available, such as the Schengen student visa for those pursuing studies in Greece, and the Schengen transit visa for travelers passing through Greece to another destination. It's important to determine the type of visa that best suits your travel plans before starting the application process.

Step-by-step guide to applying for a Greece visa

Applying for a Greece visa can seem like a daunting process, but with the right guidance, it can be straightforward. Here is a step-by-step guide to help you through the application process:

Determine the type of visa you need: As mentioned earlier, identify the purpose and duration of your trip to determine the appropriate visa type.

Gather the required documents: Make sure you have all the necessary documents for your visa application. This may include your passport, travel insurance, proof of accommodation, financial documents, and a detailed itinerary.

Complete the application form: Fill out the Greece visa application form accurately and legibly. Double-check all the information before submitting it.

Schedule an appointment: Contact the Greek embassy or consulate in your country to schedule an appointment for submitting your visa application. Make sure to do this well in advance, as appointment slots may fill up quickly.

Attend the appointment: On the day of your appointment, arrive on time and bring all the required documents. Be prepared to answer any additional questions the visa officer may have.

Pay the visa fee: Pay the required visa fee at the embassy or consulate. Keep in mind that the fee is non-refundable, even if your visa application is rejected.

Wait for the visa decision: After submitting your application, you will need to wait for the visa decision. The processing time may vary, so it's important to apply well in advance of your planned travel dates.

Collect your visa: If your visa application is approved, you will need to collect your visa from the embassy or consulate. Make sure to check the collection procedure with the embassy or consulate.

Documents required for a Greece visa application for Indians

When applying for a Greece visa as an Indian traveler, there are several documents you will need to provide. These documents are essential for the visa officer to assess your eligibility for a visa. Here is a list of the required documents:

Valid passport with at least six months of validity remaining

Completed Greece visa application form

Two recent passport-sized photographs

Proof of travel insurance covering medical expenses

Proof of accommodation in Greece, such as hotel reservations or a letter of invitation from a host

Bank statements or sponsorship letters to prove your financial means for the trip

Detailed itinerary of your trip, including planned accommodation, transportation, and activities

Proof of employment or enrollment in education, such as an employment letter or student ID card

Cover letter explaining the purpose of your trip and your intentions to return to India

It's important to note that these are general requirements, and additional documents may be requested depending on the purpose of your trip and the discretion of the visa officer. Make sure to check the specific requirements with the Greek embassy or consulate in your country.

Tips for a successful Greece visa application

To increase your chances of a successful Greece visa application, here are some tips to keep in mind:

Apply well in advance: Start the visa application process early to allow for any unexpected delays or additional document requests.

Provide accurate and complete information: Fill out the application form carefully and truthfully, ensuring that all the information provided is accurate and matches the supporting documents.

Submit all required documents: Make sure you have all the necessary documents as per the requirements outlined by the Greek embassy or consulate.

Demonstrate strong ties to your home country: To prove your intention to return to India after your trip, provide evidence of your strong ties to your home country, such as property ownership, employment, or family commitments.

Be prepared for the visa interview: If you're called for an interview, make sure to be well-prepared. Familiarize yourself with your travel plans and be ready to answer questions about your trip and intentions.

Follow the instructions given by the embassy or consulate: Pay close attention to the guidelines provided by the Greek embassy or consulate, and make sure to follow them meticulously.

Remember, obtaining a Greece visa is a formal process, and it's important to approach it with care and attention to detail. By following these tips, you'll be well-prepared to submit a strong visa application.

Processing time and fees for a Greece visa for Indians

The processing time for a Greece visa can vary depending on the season, the embassy or consulate you apply through, and the complexity of your application. It's generally recommended to apply well in advance of your planned travel dates to allow for any delays. The processing time can range from a few days to several weeks.

As for the visa fees, the cost will depend on the type of visa you are applying for and the age of the applicant. The fees are subject to change, so it's important to check the current fees with the Greek embassy or consulate. It's also crucial to note that the visa fee is non-refundable, even if your visa application is rejected.

Common reasons for Greece visa rejections and how to avoid them

While we all hope for a smooth visa application process, it's important to be aware of the common reasons for visa rejections and take steps to avoid them. Some common reasons for Greece visa rejections include:

Insufficient financial means: If you fail to provide evidence of sufficient funds to cover your stay in Greece, your visa application may be rejected. Make sure to provide bank statements or sponsorship letters that clearly demonstrate your financial means.

Incomplete or inaccurate information: Providing incomplete or inaccurate information on your visa application can lead to rejection. Double-check all the information before submitting your application.

Lack of strong ties to your home country: If you fail to demonstrate strong ties to your home country, such as employment, property ownership, or family commitments, the visa officer may doubt your intention to return after your trip.

Inadequate travel insurance: Having travel insurance that does not meet the required coverage for medical expenses can result in a visa rejection. Make sure to obtain travel insurance that meets the specified criteria.

To avoid these common reasons for visa rejections, carefully review your application and supporting documents before submission. It may also be helpful to seek assistance from a travel agent or visa consultant who can guide you through the process.

Traveling to Greece with a valid visa: What to expect at the port of entry

Once you have obtained your Greece visa and are ready to embark on your Greek adventure, it's important to know what to expect at the port of entry. When you arrive in Greece, you will need to present your passport, visa, and supporting documents to the immigration officer. The officer may ask you a few questions about your trip, so be prepared to provide brief and accurate answers. It's important to remain calm and polite during the immigration process.

After clearing immigration, you will be free to explore Greece and enjoy all the wonders it has to offer. Make sure to carry your visa and passport with you at all times, as you may be required to present them when checking into accommodations or when requested by authorities.

Exploring Greece: Top destinations and attractions for Indian travelers

Greece offers a plethora of destinations and attractions that are sure to captivate Indian travelers. Here are some top destinations to consider adding to your itinerary:

Athens: The capital city of Greece is a must-visit for its historical significance and vibrant atmosphere. Explore the ancient ruins of the Acropolis, visit the world-class museums, and immerse yourself in the bustling city life.

Santorini: Known for its iconic white-washed buildings and stunning sunsets, Santorini is a dream destination for many travelers. Explore the charming villages, relax on the volcanic beaches, and indulge in the delicious local cuisine.

Mykonos: Famous for its vibrant nightlife and beautiful beaches, Mykonos is a favorite among party-goers and beach lovers. Dance the night away in the lively bars and clubs, or simply soak up the sun on the golden sands.

Crete: The largest Greek island, Crete offers a diverse range of landscapes, from rugged mountains to pristine beaches. Explore the ancient ruins of Knossos, hike through the Samaria Gorge, and savor the traditional Cretan cuisine.

These are just a few of the many destinations Greece has to offer. Whether you're interested in history, beach relaxation, or culinary delights, Greece has something for everyone.

Conclusion: Making your dream trip to Greece a reality

Embarking on a journey to Greece is a dream come true for many Indian travelers. The country's rich history, breathtaking landscapes, and vibrant culture make it a truly magical destination. By following the step-by-step guide and tips provided in this article, you'll be well-prepared to obtain a Greece visa and make your dream trip a reality. Remember to gather all the necessary documents, submit an accurate and complete application, and demonstrate your strong ties to your home country. With careful planning and preparation, you'll soon find yourself exploring the mythical shores of Greece and creating memories to last a lifetime.

So don't delay any longer, start the visa application process today, and get ready to experience the wonders of Greece. Mythical shores await, and your Greek adventure awaits!

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