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joelswritingmistress · 27 days

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You Scare Me Professor (Chapter 57 - The Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Healing. There would be an infinite amount of healing to do; though over the next six months there were little victories that aided in the process. Will plead guilty. It was an act that everyone was shocked about and ultimately it spared Carol a lot of extra heartache that she didn’t deserve. The evidence was already stacked against him, but now that Will admitted guilt, Carol would not have to sit on a stand as a defense lawyer grilled her and tried to twist her trauma around. For that, everyone was thankful.

Upon a leave of absence for the remainder of the school year, Carol returned to her job in September. In turn, she received a standing ovation from the student body and gained the full support of the staff there. Again, another part of the healing process. I knew Carol was hurting, but she persevered and thrived in her profession. She was going to make it because that’s what women like Carol did. They rose above. They made it.

“She even started coaching volleyball,” Joel informed me. “She was all-state in her younger days.”

Joel. My Joel. I had no issue calling him that all the time now. I tried to prove him wrong every day, and after a little bit of time and a lot of convincing I think it’s clear to him now that I will forever keep his secrets.

He went into a temporary retirement, and I changed my mind and pursued the rest of my Master’s Degree online. Without having to twist my arm too much, Joel convinced me to travel a bit to get away from New York State for a short while. It was therapeutic, to say the least.

I allowed him to take me to Nashville near the end of the summer, and then over to the Grand Canyon. We spent two weeks exploring California, extending our stays from a little ranch near the Joshua Tree, up to San Diego where I unsuccessfully tried surfing and concluding in wine country as autumn really set in. We hiked Washington State, made our way to Yellowstone Park, spent a few romantic nights on Lake Michigan before making it back to the East Coast in time for Halloween, where we crashed the small city of Salem, Massachusetts. It was the perfect ending, really.

Joel found us some cheap masks, and we blended in with the crowds that literally paraded every downtown street in the area. It was welcomed chaos and we spent the day taking pictures with spooky characters, sharing laughs, having some drinks and waiting in lines to slink into shops littered with folklore and magic.

When a light rain began near nightfall, Joel towed me away to a rooftop bar at the top of our hotel where he’d made a reservation earlier in the day. A gentle pitter-patter on the roof of the outdoor patio where we sat was relaxing. It was soothing music to our ears after a day of crowds.

From where we towered above the world, we could see two lighthouses in the distance over the blackened water. Below, people still gathered by the masses for whatever attraction, bar or restaurant they were seeking - if anyone.

“Here are your drinks.” A waitress came back to our two-person, high-top table with a pair of martinis and I sighed as she walked away.

“Ready to go home?” Joel asked, smirked as he placed a hand gently on top of mine.

My fingers squeezed around his and I nodded. “This has been a wild ride.”

“Happy Halloween.”

I grinned again and raised my glass. “Happy Halloween.” Our glasses tapped together and Joel leaned two-thirds of the way across to peck my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed me another time and then settled back in his chair. At the same time, we took sips from our drinks and I felt my body relax.

“This has been great,” I told him, unable to think of another adjective. “It really revived me.” I gave a nod and looked him in the eye. “How do you feel?”

“A lot better.” He grinned and added, “Thank you for sticking by me. You had every right to run in the opposite direction. You still do.”

“Dr. Miller,” I said sternly, making him chuckle. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to convince me to leave you. Unless you’re secretly trying to get rid of me.” I sipped on my cocktail and kept my eyes on his.

Joel leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. “I would never want that.”

“Then stop saying things like that,” I ordered lightheartedly, leaning back toward him just a little bit.

“Okay,” he agreed, “I’ll work on it.”

“Thank you.” When he lingered, I leaned forward and left a long, closed-mouth kiss on his lips. When I pulled back he was grinning and I chuckled.

“I’m thinking the exact opposite of that, actually.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want you to be with me forever.”

I felt a blush form on my cheeks and I couldn’t help but smile wider. When Joel leaned back, reaching a hand into the pocket of his khaki pants, I felt like my body went numb. And then he pulled out a small, black box and pushed it across the table. I was frozen. My eyes were glued to the box and if it was anything other than what I thought it was, I knew it would be like a kid opening an empty box on Christmas.

“What’s this?” My words barely made it out past my lips.

Joel’s eyes remained on mine as he opened the box. My eyes dropped, staring at the silver ring in the center of it. A Diamond sparkled even in the dim lighting.

“Marry me,” he said quietly, linking his hands to mine on either side of the ring.

“Marry me.” I repeated the words to myself to make sure I heard them right. “Marry me.”

“Marry me,” Joel said again.

My gaze found his again and finally the tears that welded up in my eyes were tears of joy. “Okay.” I laughed and cried at the same time, “I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?” He kept his voice quiet as mine grew louder, drawing a few glances from other patrons in our direction.

“Yeah.” I giggled and put my face in my hands as I continued to cry at the same time. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Joel!” I popped my face up. “Yes! Yes!” People were staring at us now and Joel looked around the immediate area, giving a wave and a smile before returning his attention to me. He reached for the ring in the small, black box and slid the ring on my finger.

I jumped up from my seat and I couldn’t help it. I rushed around the table and threw my arms around him, pulling him in to kiss him hard.

“I thought Halloween was a fitting night for us to get engaged,” Joel admitted, holding me close as he spoke in my ear. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“It’s perfect.” I whispered back, holding him close as my fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head. “I love you.”

“Did you two just get engaged?” A female voice shouted from a few tables away.

We both pulled back, still holding onto one another and I responded by showing off my ring. “Yes.”

The costume-clad crowd in the immediate area all began to clap and I couldn’t contain my wide, beaming smile and the tears that continued to fall. When a waitress got wind of it, she brought us over a bottle of complimentary champagne.

“I know it hasn’t even been a year since we’ve known each other,” Joel said, “But life is too short to wait. You changed my life, (Y/N). I’ve never loved or trusted someone more than you. I don’t want to ever risk letting that go.”

“I know how you feel.” We shared another kiss and then took our glasses toward the edge of the balcony that overlooked Salem. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

A breeze passed through and made me shudder, causing Joel to pull me close.

“Any regrets?” He asked.

I smiled up at him. “None, whatsoever.”

**Thank you everyone for following this story. I appreciate everyone reading, reviewing and following. It made it fun to write. This is the longest story I've ever written and it's been fun because people were interacting and guessing whole the killer was and I loved it. It made it great for me, as a writer. So THANK YOU!

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salantami · 5 months

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Ericeira is a lovely coastal town in Portugal with beautiful cobblestoned streets and white and blue-colored houses. It is known for being the first World Surfing Reserve in Europe and is a popular summer destination for surfers, yogis, and beach lovers.

Photo crédit: Paula Alpoim Meneses

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suckerforlovesblog · 10 months

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A perfect match?

„A perfect match?“ - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink

Chapter 1: Why is nothing staying the same?

Summary: Easing into the story we get a lot of background about Y/N upbringing, her family dynamics and the world around her.

Chapter warning: Fluff, maybe angst.

Word count: 1.8k

This is my first fan fiction that I have written in a while. Please give me some feedback and let me know how you liked it. <3

~ taglist: @niiight-dreamerrrr ~

Anytime you remembered your childhood, you always started smiling because it all came down to this: You had lived the first years of your life in Europe and travelled a lot. Sadly you don’t remember too much about it now. But one memory still sticks out because everything was just perfect, from today’s perspective at least. You had spent the whole day at the beach, maybe in the Netherlands, you could not remember and honestly it doesn’t matter. The sun was shining warmly on your skin, you were sitting in the sand. Your mother was building sandcastles with you whilst your brother was swimming in the sea and your father went to get you all ice cream. Chocolate for you because that was your favorite and strawberry for your two year older brother. He came back with the ice cream, gave it to you and smiled. He brushed a hair behind your ear and then sat down next to you and your mother to help you build the sand castle of your dreams.

Eventually your brother joined you and the four of you build the perfect castle! It was two story’s tall with a lot of towers and surrounded by a moat. You were extremely proud of it…

Most of the summers of your childhood were spent like this, at a beach in Europe building sandcastles when you were younger or going surfing when you became older.

You did never spend two summers in the same place because your parents moved a lot. You never knew why and you never asked either. Your little brain couldn’t comprehend it anyway and you never saw the unfairness nor the cruel of the world around you.

Eventually you got to understand the environment surrounding you and that your family was very special. Thus explaining why you were always on the move. You went on traveling through Europe, then to Asia when you were about 12 years old. The periods you stayed in the same spot got even shorter because your brother “presented”, as your parents called it, two years after moving to Asia. Your parents were extremely scarred for your brother because he presented as Beta and the world leaders decided that Betas were even more worthless than Omegas.

Omegas had a purpose. They were used for breeding, caring for their pups and thus keeping the world population alive, being a rut bunny, serving their Alphas. But Betas on the other hand we’re worthless. At least that’s what was decided. They were taken from their families to work in all the jobs Alphas didn’t want. Most Alphas were lawyers, doctors, politicians, worked for the military or the police, meaning all important and good jobs were strictly reserved for Alpha men. There were very little Alpha women but on the other hand Omega’s were mostly women. You came to learn that barely any men was born an Omega. And if any young man presented as Omega they were killed shortly after because they’re was just no place for them in the system. Beta’s were both men and women and they worked all the other jobs imaginable.

Your parents explained this to you and your brother as well with some other basic facts about the world around you. They had done a very good job at keeping all of this away from you so that you could enjoy your childhood and live a happy life. Even though you never went to school because you never stayed long enough in a place you were very well educated. You were able to read, write, do mathematics, learn other languages besides English and even pursue other interests as well. You brother really enjoyed chemistry and physics whilst you liked history and literature. But apparently you knew barely anything about the world you lived in.

You and your brother were really mad when your parents finally told you about everything. But from today’s perspective you are really happy that your parents let you live like this - unbothered with not a care in the world, truly happy.

They explained to you further that most Alpha men lived in packs. Your father used to live in one as well because he was a purebred Alpha. He eventually decided to leave his pack when he met your mother because he wanted to live an unbothered life and not share her with anyone. You came to learn that your mother was an Omega. It is common that Alpha males went to a place where they decided on an Omega, mated and claimed them and took them home to their packs. Claiming was supposed to be something very special, to form an unbreakable bond between an Alpha and their Omega but most Alphas didn’t live this ways anymore. Many had more than one Omega and lived in Harem like situations in packs and it was expected to share the Omegas between the Alpha men in the pack. When an Omega became round with a pup, the child was accepted and got the clan name. Alpha men in clans didn’t care for their pups anyways because they see Omegas as toys, rut bunny’s, and left the Omega women to care for all the pups together.

Your farther never liked the way Omegas were treated and didn’t want to participate in these cruel ways. He did however life in a pack when he was younger because he had likeminded young men around him, they enjoyed the same interests like soccer or hockey and pursued the same careers. They all studied law. But as soon as the pack leaders, one of the older Alphas claimed an Omega he expected everyone to follow in his footsteps since they were all about the same age. Your farther was the only one who didn’t follow his orders and tried to wait it out. All the other men followed their leader, went to get an Omega, mated and claimed them and afterwards ignored the poor women most of the times. Their Omegas kept the household running, cooked, did laundry and were passed amongst the men to have their fun with them.

Your farther despised the way the others treated their Omegas. That’s simply the reason he left. He wanted his Omega all to himself, not having to share. He believed in true love and soulmates. He wanted to have pups with his Omega, raise them, be a farther and make memories with his children.

When he randomly meet a young girl on a night out they both felt extremely drawn to one another. The young girl turned out to be your mother and the one love of your farther. Your mother told you she was out with some girlfriends because they hadn’t presented yet and because everything was different, more open back then. Anyways she saw your farther at a bar and still to this day she was able to tell you exactly what he was wearing and what he smelled like. They looked at each other and it was basically love at first sight.

When she went home later that night, she presented as Omega and went through her first heat.

Your farther followed her strong scent home and knocked on your grandparents door to claim your mother as his Omega.

They then also got married and moved from the state of Texas to Europe, the city of Berlin in Germany to be exact. Germany had the most relaxed rules back then and so your parents lived there until your mother became round with a pup. A little while later your brother Tyler was born. Your parents and brother then moved to the city of Wien in Austria. Your mother got pregnant again and shortly after your birth your family moved to the city of London, England. You then started moving around Europe every two years, like clockwork because your parents didn’t want to blood test you and your brother and then enroll you into the educational system. The result of the bloodwork determines your fate because the education you receive will be based upon your later role in society. Alphas will get the best education, suitable for packleading and families, also finances, law, guns… Omegas on the other hand will learn about devotion, housekeeping, childcare, cooking and other matters of making them good housewives. Betas will barely learn anything, most of them can’t read or write, they only learn about matters important for their future job.

When your brother presented as an Beta at the age of 15 while you were in Bali, Indonesia you started moving places even faster. The rules were even stricter now and your parents were really scared of you presenting soon as well. But that didn’t happen until 2 years later.

You woke up shortly after your 16th birthday, feeling feverish, sweat covering your face when you cried out to your mother. She came into your room really fast, kissed your head and then helped your through your first heat. It lasted only two days but was really hard on you, cramping, sweating, shivering as well as feeling nauseous. Your farther went to get some immune suppressant from a place somewhere and you moved shortly after. Your parents hoped the suppressants would not just change your hormonal balance so you didn’t get heats anymore but also suppress your scent because people looked at you not just a couple of times when you were out with your parents. You and your whole family knew you were living on borrowed time because what your parents were doing was illegal.

Your brother left your family when you where nearly 17 to move to Spain and take a position as a craftsman there. Spain and most of Europe seemed to be changing their strict rules surrounding Betas and becoming kind of a sanctuary and safe place for them. You were really happy for your brother and wished him all the best. Sadly you never got to know if he arrived in Europe because the American Law Enforcement found you…

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pomplalamoose · 2 months

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ok girlie your hcs are too sad (/j), what about dilf luke where A) he was never married, and B) doesn't have a kid bc he was just too busy to ever settle down? aka he has no trauma 👀 i imagine he'd still be very reserved and hard to get to know, but he'd be more willing to devote himself to you fully bc he'd have no trauma holding him back

Omggg anon don't come for me like that💀

(you're absolutely correct and I have nothing to say in my defense except that going into this AU I didn't have a plan at all, like I literally just looked at pictures of Mark Hamill and went "okay so how would an older Luke act and, most importantly, how do I want him to be perceived? Like what do I think is really hot?"

And then I giggled whenever I came up with something new and that was pretty much it until I realized nobody fucking acts like that without a very good reason and Luke would literally neverrrr and because I still wanted Dilf!Luke to have some of the loveable elements of Luke, I made up his super tragic backstory which, while not excusing his behavior, at least explains it and then I took what I had and put him in situations and it kinda went off the rails from there lol)

I really like your more positive approach though and taking your suggestions into consideration I can definitely see an alternative version of Dilf!Luke taking shape!

Have some of my headcanons off the top of my head in no particular order <3 (quick disclaimer though: I completely left my "original" Dilf!Luke behind in order to let ideas come more freely, so it's basically a completely new version of his I'm talking about)

• he's tan, like really tan

• when the sun hits his skin it glows golden with it

• so does his sun bleached hair

• he loves to travel and spends lots of his free time doing just that

• he speaks many languages; not all of them fluently but enough to communicate his needs

• he feels like he can never rest unless he has discovered all there is to discover on this earth

• he admires nature's beauty and could talk about it endlessly

• he's ridiculously fit for his age and always actively doing something, he can never sit still

• one of his favorite things to do in warmer countries is to go wind surfing

• he isn't that happy about it but people flock towards him whether he wants them to or not

• many admire his talents and his looks, most of all though, his whole being

• it's really hard for him to go anywhere without literal strangers seeking to spend time in his presence, to get to know him

• accordingly he has friends in every part of the world and while these friendships are mostly surface level, really, he has a home wherever he goes

• despite being well known there's not much others really know about him

• I think they'd project on him a lot, viewing him as whatever they think matches best until their perception is warped and they're blind to who he really is as a person

• he doesn't mind though, maybe even prefers it this way (LISTEN I still need him to be mysterious and hard to get in some way, unavailable men are so hot I said what I said)

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napakmahal · 8 days

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Butterfly Stroke

It is a truth universally acknowledged, babies are not easy. You accepted it when you realized you were going to have a baby, when you had a baby, and when your baby kept you from doing the things you both loved to do and needed to do. But your mindset deviated from that whenever you watched your boyfriend with your baby.

“Ready…up,up, and down!” Tadashi cooed at Bodie while bouncing her up and down in the pool.

He was a natural.

When Tadashi was building Baymax, he studied all types of medicine and human sciences. Including psychology, which had a sub-subject of how fatherhood and motherhood is affected by infants. He also learned that many parents have reservations about teaching their children to swim out of fear of them drowning. Shockingly, drowning is a very unfortunate and sad cause of death in infants and toddlers because of how silent it is. From then on he made sure he would always teach his children how to swim. It seemed dumb. Why not teach your kids how to navigate 70% of the world if you have the means to?

You clutched your hands over your chest as a feeling of worry rested in your stomach. It’s not like you were totally panicked. Tadashi was a strong swimmer and would rather throw himself in front of a bullet train than have his baby get hurt in any way. Still you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“Baby, careful.” You pleaded. “Watch her face.”

Tadashi reassured you, “I got her, don’t worry.”

Despite your worry, Bodie seemed to be having the time of her life. Her chubby little face was contorted in laughter and happiness as she pounded her baby fists into the surface of the pool. Even as a baby, she loved water. Just like her daddy in every way possible. Tadashi was a surfer and a champion swimmer in high school. And he probably would have gone on to be the next Micheal Phelps if he didn’t choose to go to SFIT for a 5,000 dollar scholarship in the robotics and physics department.

“Look at you!” Tadashi cooed at Bodie. His bare chest pressed up against her tiny body as she started kicking her chubby little legs. “Waaa- my baby is so strong, look Bodie! Say hi to mommy!”

Tadashi grabbed Bodie’s hand and waved it at you.

“Hi baby!” You squealed back at them.

Tadashi smiled before motioning his hand for you to join them to be fully immersed in the pool. He leaned over and pressed his lips to the side of your face before shaking his jet black hair back and forth like a dog.

“EW!” You squealed before grabbing Bodie into your arms. “Bodi say ‘ew, daddy!’”

Tadashi laughed before ducking his way under the water and butterfly swimming across the way.

“You gonna be a swimmer?” You asked Bodie.

Bodie giggled, “Dada!”

“Yeah? ” you giggled. “like daddy?”

Tadashi had already swam back to you two and hugged you from behind. Dripping wet.

“When can I take her surfing?” He mumbled, face dropped into the dip of your shoulder.

You let out an audible laugh. “Never!”

“What?! That’s not fair,” He whined. “Bodie tell mommy that isn’t fair.”

“Nooo, mama.” She babbled in response.

Your boyfriend threw his head back in laughter and your jaw dropped. But you were only half joking. Once, at the beach during summer break Tadashi fell off his board after slipping from a wave. For almost ten minutes you couldn’t find him until another group of surfers pushed him towards the shore. He was coughing up water and had to just lay down for a few minutes to catch his breath. You’re not sure. If you’ve ever felt so scared. Especially when he sent you a photo two days later of him scuba diving with Hiro.

“No you’re right though, it’s dangerous.” He agreed with you.

You leaned your head back into his chest to kiss the bottom of his chin. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tadashi reached over and squished his daughter's baby cheeks. “And you!”

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biostatprof · 6 days

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Surf portugal

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ride351-surf-trips-portugal · 3 months

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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Am I Nothing?

You were lying in your bed listening to music and surfing the social media apps on your phone.

But you had to take a break from what you were doing after a text message came to your phone.

"Look at the window"

The message was from Yamaguchi. Coming all the way to his house was not usually his habit. If he came, there must have been something important.

You did what you said. You approached the window of the room and looked down. You saw your boyfriend in front of your house door looking at your room window

You called him right away and connected your phone's speaker to your earpiece.

“Yamaguchi? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you y/n"

"Sure, let's talk… did something happen?"

“Go down”

Yamaguchi was acting differently today than usual. There was no sign of your shy but lovely Yamaguchi today

"For what?" you asked curiously

“I say go down. Or I'll come to there"

"Okay wait I'm coming"

You took off your headphones. You took your jacket and went downstairs. You met her eyes

There were still thousands of question marks in your head. It had been two hours since he had left school. You dropped him off at practice two hours ago and then wished you luck and went home. What could have happened to change her boyfriend one hundred and eighty degrees in two hours?

“Yamaguchi? Tell me what happened?"

“Y/n. I want to ask you something but please tell me the truth"

"Of course. You know I would never lie to you"

He grabbed your shoulders and looked at you with both serious and depressed eyes.

“Y/n. Do you love me?"

"Where did that come from now?"

You were surprised. You still couldn't understand what had happened to your boyfriend. What had changed so that he was questioning your love for him? Was he not sure how much you loved him?

"Answer my question. Do you love me?"

"I love you"

"Well how much?"

“To die for you”

"Say it again. looking into my eyes"

You frowned and folded your arms under your chest

“Yamaguchi. Talk to me clearly. What is your intention? Why are you questioning my loyalty and love for you as if you didn't know?"

Yamaguchi was stubborn

“Y/n. Tell me to Love Me! Look into my eyes and tell me

You looked into her eyes and said quite confidently that you loved her.

“I love you more than anything in this world, Yamaguchi. You are my only cute and shy Yamaguchi. You are my whole world. Please answer my question. Why are you questioning this?"

Poor Yamaguchi's face fell. Her freckled cheeks were blushed

"I am sorry. I really…oh well, never mind”

“Yamaguchi, please tell me. What happened? I am your girlfriend. When you're bored with something, can you tell me who you're going to tell, not me?"

"Well…I guess you're right."

“Then tell me what happened. Now!"

“Okay then. After you dropped me off for training, we formed two teams and started playing matches. Since I'm also the team's reserve serve, I served Tsuki's place in another round and unfortunately my serve was unsuccessful. I almost gave a point to the opposing team. This is not the first time, you know. Anyway, Tsuki and I got hooked over this issue and I guess, in the moment of anger, his true thoughts about me came out.”

The blood had splattered into his brain. you frowned

"What did he say to you?"

“He said that I would always make the team lose points, that I was too useless to even be in reserve. Besides, I was ugly, I was incompetent. He questioned how you agreed to go out with me despite all this. He said a girl like you would only go out to play with me. The last time he told me I was nothing and left."

"I don't believe you! Did you really believe that idiot's word? Oh that boy! Can't he unable to hold his tongue at all? Dirtbag! No one can say such words to you! No one has the right to hurt you. I'm not going out to play with you! I am with you because I love you. Also, I love your beautiful freckled face and messy green hair. I'm sure if the most handsome man in the world wanted to be with me, I would still choose you. You are never a nobody! You are my only Yamaguchi. They are shallow and ignorant people who do not know what the heart is. Tsuki is one of them. We can't expect him to understand.

“Thank you y/n. Your words really put my mind at ease. Tsuki's words broke my heart so much that I can't explain. I was really sure that you loved me, and now I'm convinced once again."

He glanced at his watch and seemed to remember something he had to do.

“Oh! I have to go. We shall talk later. I will call you. See you later"

"See you later"

As he ran away, he suddenly turned to you and held out both his hands and kissed you.

"I love you"

You sent him a kiss the same way

"I love you too"

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burnwater13 · 8 months

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“Grogu! Come on buddy. We have a fare to take to Cantonica.”

Din’s voice was cutting through the music Grogu was playing in his cabin and Grogu knew that meant he’d lost all track of time. He shut the music off and called back, “Okay, Dad!”

Grogu liked Cantonica and he hoped they could hang around long enough to visit the fathier herds or maybe spend a day surfing. He was getting better at all the time.

Grogu left his cabin and trotted over to the Portside ramp and waited for his dad to give him further instructions.

“Okay, pal, they will using cabins one and two and stow all their supplies and equipment in the port hold number 2.”

“Awe, Dad! My rock collection is in that hold. I’ll have to move the whole thing first. Do you know how long that took to set up just right?” Grogu complained.

His dad sighed. “Fine. Put their things in starboard hold number 2 and on the way to Cantonica you can move your collection to hold 4 in the back.”

“Fine. Whatever you want, Dad.”

Grogu knew that he was pushing things with his dad, but this always happened. He’d get the rock collection set up and have it all recorded and cataloged so he could easily add more samples and then his dad would make him move it all for some fare. Even when he relented, like today, Din still found a way for the work to be harder.

Starboard side hold was a pain to operate and his dad knew it. His dad also knew that he’d never move the Mandalorian armor out of hold 4 in the back, so instead, once they off loaded the fare, he’d be moving the rock collection into the starboard number 2 hold the way his dad asked him to the last time. That meant he wouldn’t have time to go surfing. Uff. Mandalorian’s were really hard task masters.

As Grogu began to move the supplies into the starboard hold, he could hear IG-11 talking to his dad.

“Bounty Hunter, Din Djarin, the weapons have been stowed in the secondary weapons control cabinet per your protocol. Would you like to me initiate the carbonite chamber?”

“No, IG, I would not. These people are not bounties and I am no longer a bounty hunter. I’m a taxi driver. You know that. Proceed to the bridge and initiate engine checks and pre-flight programs.”

Grogu laughed at that. His dad had been trying to retrain IG-11 for as long as they both knew him. Kuiil had been a big help, but the Ugnaught was at a family reunion and wasn’t there to help with additional training.

“Grogu? Buddy, are you done with stowing their supplies?” Din’s voice rang through the shipyard.

“I just need another minute Dad! They brought bicycles with them. They’re a little tricky to pick up with the Force.”

Grogu was telling a bit of a white lie with that. He’d set the bikes in place first. He just wanted to watch the progress as Alderaan was continuing to be rebuilt. He was glad that Anakin had been able to stop the evil Lord Sidious from destroying such a pretty place. Damage had been done, to be sure, but nothing as horrible as what had been planned for that world.

He did just that. Watched for another minute, closed up the hold and made his way back into the ship. He really liked the YT-1300 light freighter. It was fast. It was comfortable. And his dad had finally agreed to start teaching him how to fly it. Grogu just needed IG-11 to help him dad make the adjustments to the flight controls and 2nd pilot’s seat so Grogu could actually reach all the controls without having to use the Force. He much preferred to reserve those powers for things that mattered, like making food that wasn’t rations and growing the small pot of lilies his mom asked him to take whenever they went on a long trip.

Grogu went to the bridge of the Krayt Pearl to check in with his dad.

“All done, Dad. Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Take a look around, buddy.” Din was laughing and IG-11 allowed itself to make a similar sound. It didn’t sound as good, but it was the thought that counted.

Grogu looked around and the bridge modification had been completed. What!? Yippee! Din was going to teach him how to fly the ship!

“Hey, kid. Buddy? Don’t stand so close to that flame.”

Flame? What flame? Womp rats!

Grogu looked around and realized that he’d been day dreaming again. Dank Farrik! He really liked that dream. Maybe he could talk his dad into being a taxi service?

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #Not a Taxi Service

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charlesandmartine · 10 days

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Friday 19th April 2024

Jeffreys Bay, named after the whaler Captain Jeffreys and now referred to as J-Bay is now the centre of the surfer scene and apparently often ranked in the top 10 world surfing arenas. Jeffrey and Glendinnings opened a store here in 1849 and a town sprang up around them. Because no doubt of the surf, It became a hippie hangout in the sixties and seventies. Now with a total population of more than 27,000, it is first white, followed closely by black; the first language being Afrikaan. It seems to be a town divided with clearly an impoverished black community living in poor circumstances. Then there's obviously a rich set both residents and white holiday makers. But the town is being developed with new housing hopefully to replace the shantie townships, very impressive new shopping mall with upmarket shops, schools and a new hospital under development. There is hope for this place.

This morning we looked at the must-see tourist attractions and came up with a short list, a very short list. We selected the Kabeljous Nature Reserve; 2.5k of coastline enclosing wetland and bushveld with many available routes to hike. We were most pleased, we found this a highly agreeable place. As we arrived, so a local school party was just leaving, so clearly it is used as a teaching aid. We followed paths to a view point and then on via a salt lagoon subsequently onto the dunes and the sea for lunch. Back through a type of heather and circumnavigating the area. Very enjoyable. The only experience denoting not being in our own back yard might have been the snake tracks in the sand. Oh, and the lovely weather perhaps.

Calling in at the shopping mall we collected a couple of Danish pastries for a princely sum of 40p each!

Tomorrow we are moving on again and will be entrusting the remainder of this holiday into the care of Trailfinders, starting with the Shamwari Game Reserve. So we didn't wish to buy anymore food which meant we needed to eat out and the place we ate on Wednesday sprang immediately to mind. The food is superb at this place on the beach with the beach on the floor. They say that dressing for dinner is not necessary, in fact if you have shoes on, you are overdressed. The staff do not wear shoes; and the waitresses resemble the women in hi-de-hi with their little shorts. Martine partook of the hake and chips, I had oxtail. Excellent.

We shall miss this place, it's been great, but we are very much looking forward to the next phase and the game reserves.

ps We have a gas geyser to supply hot water. It runs cold. The only reliable way we have found to make the water hot is to turn the gas hob on!

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changingobsessions88 · 2 years

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Goldeneye - Chapter 7

A night to remember

After you have both has a shower and made yourselves presentable for the day, you decide to take a walk on the beach. The weather is perfect, not too hot so you don’t get burnt, but just warm enough to enjoy. Hand in hand you stroll along the deserted beach, looking out over the water and watching the waves crash. The ocean has always fascinated you. Makes you feel very small when you see the expanse in front of you. Miles pulls you down to sit in front of him. Legs around you as he pulls you into his chest. He intertwines his fingers with yours and rests them in the cool sand. You sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the noise of the surf as well as each other. The steady breathing of Miles behind you almost sets you to sleep. After a time, you feel Miles take a larger breath than normal. He tightens his fingers and from behind you hear, “Darling, can we talk about something”. You immediately freeze, thinking the worse. You always do. Miles feels you stiffen and knows he started that sentence the wrong way. “No darling, nothing bad, I just want to have a conversation with you about how you are feeling with everything that we are doing in the bedroom department”. You half turn to him so you can see his face, “What do you mean? Have I done something wrong?”.

Taking your hands to his mouth, Miles kisses both knuckles. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Quite the opposite actually. You have been doing everything right.” You stare at him and start to blush slightly, remembering what you have done since you arrived here.

“I want to talk to you about how far you have come. I know that you are very shy and reserved when it comes to sex” and right on cue you turn an even darker shade of red. “Case in point”, Miles chuckled. “But seriously, I wanted to talk to you about what you have been able to achieve. I am so proud of you. I know you don’t have confidence in yourself when it comes to sexual experiences, but you have come so far. The things you have let me do to you, and what you have done to me”, it’s now Miles’s turn to blush, “have been out of this world. To think what the two of us have done, and how many times we have pleasured each other, I couldn’t think of a more perfect person to share all these experiences with”. You turn fully to Miles, with tears in your eyes. “Thank you for saying those words. I know that it has been hard for you to only do what I am comfortable with, but I have seen myself grow over this time as well. I can tell you for sure I would never have dipped a strawberry in someone’s cum before I met you”. Miles just stares open mouthed at you. “Seriously? How can you be so shy about sex and then something like that comes out of your mouth. You really are going to be the death of me”.

You play with his hands again in the sand, and he can see that you are thinking about something. Considering the conversation topic, Miles can tell that you want to talk about your intimacy, or even ask something, but you don’t have the confidence to do it. “Hey, how about we go back to the villa and watch a movie? Just relax for a while?”. You nod as Miles helps you up off the sand. Walking back to the villa, Miles can see you still have something on your mind, but he isn’t going to push you. You will talk when you are ready.

Getting back to the villa, Miles goes into the kitchen to get some drinks while you set up the tv with netflix. “What have you decided”, Miles asks, coming back to the couch. He can see that the TV isn’t on. With a look of confusion, Miles sits on the couch next to you. He doesn’t say anything, but he just waits. He knows that you are going to talk about something very hard for you to discuss, so he waits for you to start. “So, you know how you said that you were proud of how far I had come”, you start while shifting yourself on the couch to look Miles straight in the eyes. He nods, urging you to continue. “Well, I want to do something for you. Something that you have always wanted to do. I was thinking of our list, and I want to cross something else off it, but I need you to talk me through it first”. With those comments, Miles takes your hand, “Anything you want. You know that this is never just about me. I need you to want to do any of this as well”. You nod with understanding, loving that Miles would never pressure you into doing anything you weren’t comfortable with. “I want you to overstimulate me”, you rush out. Cheeks bright red. “I just don’t know exactly what that means”, you say, softer, not being able to look at Miles. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. When he made the list with you, he didn’t even think to ask if anything needs explaining. With another kiss to your knuckles, Miles smiles softly at you. “Well, I was thinking something along the lines of what we did in the shower, making you cum more than just once.” You slowly nod, while watching Miles go red. “What is it”, you ask. You know there is more running around in his head.

“Well, what I would really like to do it make you cum so many times your voice is hoarse and you can’t remember your name - only mine. Maybe even make you pass out with pleasure. In other words, fuck you silly”. A look of shock crosses your face when you hear these words. You start to back away as wild scenarios flash across your mind. Miles can see that you are getting inside your head, so he pulls you into his lap and holds you tight. He knows this calms you. When he can see your breathing return to normal, Miles starts talking with a very hushed voice. “It was just one option baby. I would never do anything you didn’t want to do. And to be honest”, you see Miles rub his hand across the back of his neck, “I don’t even know if it’s possible to pass out from too many orgasms”. This comment makes you giggle, and Miles knows he hasn’t scared you off. He was worried you would go running for the hills once he told you what he wanted to do to you. Feeling as though you are still open to the concept, Miles continues. “Is that something you would like me to do to you?” You roll your eyes at him and nod. “Yes Miles, that is definitely something I would like from you.” Miles shakes his head slightly, loving this confidence that comes out of you every now and again. “Right, well, when would you like to try, no pressure at all?” Miles wants you to instigate this, as it needs to be on your terms. “Would tonight be OK?”, you ask a little timidly. Miles didn’t think you would want to try so quickly. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable doing something like that while the sun is still in the sky”. At this Miles lets out a real belly laugh. “That’s fine darling, whatever you are comfortable with. Day or Night, this is going to be the best experience I have ever had”. At that, he pulls you into him and gives you a gentle kiss. One that shows all the passion and proudness that he has in you. “Oh, one more thing”, you say pulling back from him, “I only want a light meal. I know that I am going to need some energy, but I don’t want to feel full”. Without batting an eyelid, Miles responds - “Darling, it won’t be the food that makes your feel full tonight, that’s my responsibility”. You roll your eyes again as a shit eater grin appears on his face. To be honest, you probably should have seen that coming.

For the rest of the day, Miles is very attentive, afraid that you might be hiding your true feelings and feeling overwhelmed by what you have agreed to do. Over and over you assure him that you aren’t feeling pressured and you aren’t going to change your mind. The more you think about it, the more excited you get. You tell Miles your feelings and he smiles shyly at you. “I better live up to your expectations then, shouldn’t I?”. You don’t want him to feel any pressure for tonight as well. This is something that you have both agreed on, and there shouldn’t be any performance anxiety from either party. Miles has a light dinner sent across to the villa. You definitely don’t want to leave to go to one of the restaurants, so Miles organises them to come to you. He requests a table to be set up in the courtyard, the setting sun drawing shadows across the grass. It is exactly how you pictured. A light chicken dish with a fresh salad and sparkling water to wash it down. You both agreed to have clear heads for this, so you skipped the alcohol. Miles was happy to take your lead on this one, after all, you were ultimately in charge of this whole night. After dinner you sat out in the garden for a little while longer, watching the sky get darker and the stars appear. Peaceful silence falls over you. Both contemplating what is about to unfold. Miles is running through a checklist in his head, and so are you, but a very different checklist. Have you shaved your legs? What should I wear? How should I have my hair? All these things are running through your mind. Miles’s list is a little different. Do I have everything I need? What if I don’t meet her expectations? What if she doesn’t like it? It’s surprising that you are both having the same doubts, just thinking about it in different ways. Miles hears a sigh fall from your lips, and he looks over to you. He can see the worry line in the middle of your brow. A telltale sign you are overthinking. Without a seconds hesitation, Miles stands and pulls your chair out from the table. Kneeling in front of you, he takes his finger and gently runs it over the line, waiting for it to disappear. “What is going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” Miles says, continuing the same motion with his finger. You relay the checklist to him, counting on your fingers the points. The further down the list you go, the wider a smile emerges from Miles. “Darling, look at me. There is no right or wrong about this. First, I saw you shaving your legs yesterday, so that is one thing you don’t have to worry about. Second, leave your hair out, you look so beautiful when it fans out on the pillow, plus, I love taking hold of it”. He blushes slightly and dips his chin. “Last but not least, it doesn’t matter what you wear, cause it’s not going to last long. So best to be in nothing”. You look straight into his beautiful eyes, seeing that he means every word. You are his whole world tonight, and he just wants you to be comfortable. “Alright, thanks for calming me down. I swear I want to do this, I am just getting into my head a little. I’m nervous. What if I don’t do it right?”

“Oh darling, I am thinking the exact same thing”. You scoff at him but realise that he is being serious. “How are you thinking that? You have so much more experience than me, you can do anything to anyone”.

“Baby, I have never done something like this”, Miles states seriously, taking your hand and placing it over his heart. “Can you feel it? It feels like it is about to explore with how nervous I am to make this good for you. It doesn’t matter what experience I have, it means nothing if it doesn’t make you feel good. That is the only goal I have tonight. Make you feel like you are the most loved person on the planet”. You already know that you are, but Miles is trying to convey how he wants tonight do go. “Alright Bub, let’s take this inside”.

You walk hand in hand through the villa and into the bedroom. Miles has set everything up. The lights are low, but not too low that you can’t see. Miles needs to see your face at all times tonight. That is the only way he is going to be able to make sure you are OK. The bed has been pulled down to ensure that the sheets don’t get in the way. Miles leads you over through the room and you both sit on the bed. “How do we start this?”, you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. “Well, I think a kiss would be in order”, Miles states as he leans in towards you and kisses you deeply. “Now, go get changed and I will get everything ready here”. Miles gently pushes you towards the bathroom as he gets the supplies ready. “Remember, best to start with nothing”. You nod as you walk into the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you start to remove your clothes to freshen up. Looking at yourself, you are pleased with what you see. Breasts full and waiting to be touched. Nipples pebbled with excitement. Flat stomach and your bare mound. You are really happy that you did that, as the sensation is unbelievable and you can’t wait for Miles to touch you. Giving yourself a quick wipe over, you nod to yourself one more time and come out. Miles looks up when he hears movement and stops in his tracks. There you are, stark naked, standing in the doorway. Every curve exposed. This is definitely one of those times he can’t believe you are his. He smiles warmly at you and raises his hand to you. You take it and he kisses your knuckles, a loving gesture. Leading you over to the bed, you can see that he has prepared himself as well. There are two bathrobe ties at the end of the bed, and a silk tie lying on the bed. Your eyes widen and Miles sees the apprehension. “If it’s OK with you, I would like to tie you up, just so you didn’t hurt yourself, or try and close those legs of yours” he adds smirking, “would that be OK?” You weren’t prepared to be tied up, but the more you thought about it, the more turned on you were. Being helpless and not able to move seemed to trigger something inside you. “Yes, that’s OK”, you whisper back to Miles, breath starting to pick up. Without saying anything, Miles brings you to sit at the end of the bed. He kneels in front of you and runs his hand from your knee to your ankle. Taking hold of your leg wrapping his fingers around your ankle, he stretches it out to the left. He gets one of the bathrobe ties and wraps it around your ankle and the bedpost. You watch him intently as he ties the knot and gives it a little tug for strength. Happy with the result, he runs his hand up your tied leg, ghosts over your mound, and repeats the motion to your right leg. Finishing up on the second tie, Miles walks back to the middle of the bed. You are spread eagle on the bed, open and ready to be taken. His breath inhales as he watches your bare lips glisten. He can see your pussy’s flushed and dripping with desire. He licks his lips in anticipation. Wandering his eyes up your body, his meets yours. There is no fear evident, just pure lust, from both sides. Miles gives you a loving smile as he crawls up over your body. Shifting you up the bed as he goes, he ensures your legs are out straight, but not too taut to inflict any pain. “How are you going darling, nothing digging in or anything?” You wiggle your toes and smile at Miles. “So far so good”. Miles pulls your hands in front of you. Taking them in one hand, he grabs the silk tie next to your head. Wrapping it around a few times, he ties it around your wrists. You give a little tug to see the movement you can do, but there isn’t much. Now, with a final look into your eyes, Miles pulls your arms over your head and ties the end onto the middle of the bedhead. Low near the pillows so you weren’t stretched high.

Now you are completely immobile, Miles leans back on his knees to look at his handy work. You are stretched out taut, hands above your head. Hair splayed out on the pillow, breath coming quickly. Miles reaches out and cups your cheek, your eyes close at the sensation. He rubs his thumb over your lips and pulls away. Inspecting you, he roams his eyes further down. Breasts full and on display, Miles takes a nipple in his mouth. You moan and try to arch further into his touch. With a pop, he releases your tit and continues his inspection. He places both his hands on your waist as he shuffles off the bed. Standing at the foot, he takes a moment to really look at you. Your eyes are blown with lust and your breathing is harsh and shallow. You look at him with so much love and lust. He knows that you are ready. “Before I start anything, I need to tell you some rules”. You nod your head, letting him know he can continue. “First, you must use your words, darling. I need to know how you are feeling, and if I am doing something that you aren’t comfortable with. Just say the word and I will stop everything”. You nod again, sure of that fact that Miles would stop in an instant if you asked. “Second, we are going to have a safe word. Something that will tell me you need to stop. I have a feeling you are going to say stop to me a few times tonight but you really won’t want me to, so we need something that you would not normally say”. You look at him - you can see that he is serious about this conversation and is making everything quite formal with you. “OK - something I wouldn’t say, what about Spectre, keeping with the Bond theme”. Miles smiles to himself. Glad that you are able to make light of the situation. You are the one tied to the bed after all. “Spectre it is. Remember, if anything becomes too much, say your safe word and I will stop everything. I mean it. It may not look like it, but you are in control here. Everything I do will be dictated by you. You always have the power over me”. With your precautions in place, Miles takes a deep breath. “Ready to have some fun?” You take a breath to match his, “Ruin me Miles”.

With those last words, Miles drops to his knees, directly in line with your pussy. He licks his lips as he gives you a final look. Keeping eye contact with you, he moves slowly to you. Placing a large hand on each hip, he licks you from your hole to clit with a flat tongue. “Miles, yes” you pant, happy to finally feel him on you. “Music to my ears”, you hear Miles say as he pulls away from you. You whimper in need, but Miles has other plans. He gives your clit one tiny kiss before replacing his lips with his finger. His calloused fingers rub over your sensitive clit and you squeak in surprise. Miles can see how wet you are, so you don’t need any lubrication. He rubs his finger, over and over, spreading your juices around your exposed lips. The build up for tonight has you close to your edge earlier than usual. Without warning, Miles pushes two of his fingers inside you. Immediately he finds your spongy spot and taps. Your eyes roll back in your head at the immense pleasure. “Miles, fuck, don’t stop”.

“I’ve only just begun, don’t worry, I’m not stopping anytime soon”. Miles places his hand on your lower stomach and pushes slightly. With his fingers inside you pushing up, and his hand on your stomach pushing down, the pressure causes you to cum unexpectedly. You stutter out sounds as Miles feels you pulse around his fingers. You body goes rigid for a second and relaxes. “Hmmm, that was amazing. Sorry it was so quick”, you softly say. Miles looks up at you, your face turned red with embarrassment. “Baby, that is only one of many. You can cum as many times as you like. In fact, I want to do that over and over. It feels so fucking good when you squeeze my fingers. It feels like a vice, I can’t wait to get my rock hard cock deep inside you”. You giggle at Miles, it isn’t often that he speaks like that, but you love it when he gets a bit vulgar. “hmm, I think I want a taste now”, Miles says as he dives back in. You are always sensitive after an orgasm, and Miles knows it. He immediately runs his lips up each side of your pussy, loving the feeling of you being bare and spread open for him. The sensitivity is growing as your try and shift your legs, but it’s no use. You are spread open for him and at his mercy. “Miles, please”, you don’t know what you are pleading for, more or less, but you need something. Miles goes back to your clit and starts sucking, hard. The breath leaves you as you arch from the bed. “FUCK”. The pleasure that Miles is giving you is making it hard to think.

“Going OK up there darling?” All you can do is moan as he pulls away from you. Looking at your blown pupils and the slight sheen of sweat covering your chest, Miles knows you are feeling good. Returning to his favourite place in the world, he starts to really eat you out. He grazes his teeth over your clit and gently bites your lips. Your previous orgasm has made you so wet and Miles enjoys the feeling of it all over his chin. Remembering your love of his new facial hair, he brings his head up and rubs over you. As your legs are spread open, you are on full display for him. The sounds coming from your would put a porn star to shame. “Miles”, you stutter, “Fuck that feels so good”. He smiles at you and resumes his work. Knowing how he wants you to cum next, he doubles his efforts on your clit. Drawing it into his mouth, he can feel it engorge as he sucks. He alternates between sucking and flicking your nub with his tongue. You can feel yourself starting to reach another peak. Miles can too. You are dripping onto the sheets and Miles can feel your legs and stomach start to stiffen. “I’m cumming Miles, fuck, I’m cumming” At that, Miles feels you release. Stronger than your first orgasm, you feel your pussy contracting around nothing. Miles continues to kitten lick at you to bring you down. Feeling your hole begging for something to be in it again.

You are more sensitive than ever before. Without giving you time to recover, Miles has crawled up on to the bed. You can see his cock, angry red and dripping with precum, waiting to be sheathed in you. He tugs himself once and groans at the feeling. He sits on his knees, resting back on his feet, arranging himself slightly under your spread legs, pulling you up his thighs so your hips are off the bed. “Fuck I have been waiting to do this all night”, you hear Miles through your haze as he spears himself into your waiting pussy. One steady push to the hilt and he is in you. He grips your hips and throws his head back in pleasure. You are dripping wet, he has never felt you so wet. You are still having mini aftershocks, so you are contracting around his cock. Seated in warmth, Miles is home. “Darling, fuck I can’t put words together”. Miles gently rubs his thumbs along your hip bones. He shifts slightly and you scream. He stills immediately, but he can feel you pulse around him. “Sweetheart, did you just cum?”.

“Fuck, your pubic hair just rubbed along my clit and, Jesus Miles”. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I thought I had hurt you. I’m sorry, are you OK?”

“Just give me a second”. Miles continues to rub his thumbs over your hips, waiting for you to give him the OK to continue. Looking at his face, you nod, giving Miles permission to continue. “Remember, say the word if it gets too much”.

“I really want to do this for you. Plus, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go, would it. Death by excessive cumming”. Miles growls at you and pulls slowly out of you, leaving his head just within you. He slowly pushes into you again, your eyes rolling back in your head with the pressure he is putting on your pussy. You can feel every ridge and vein on his cock. Thick and heavy, it always fits you perfectly, even though he is the largest you have ever seen. He pulls out one more time and holds your pussy lips open to watch himself penetrate you. “Fuck that is the best sight in the world” he stutters, trying to hold himself back. He has stamina, and he doesn’t want this night to be over anytime soon, which means he can’t cum yet. He sets a punishing pace, sliding you up his thighs, smirking when his pubic bone and hair rub against your clit. You start to thrash against your bindings as he pushes deeper inside you. You try and close your legs to gain some leverage, but there is nothing to be done. The only thing you can do it open and close your fists as the feeling of exploding becomes stronger.

“Miles, I can’t, it’s too much”, you shake your head from side to side. “I’ll be the judge of that darling.” Miles can tell that you are still within your limits and is happy to continue bringing you ultimate pleasure. You are just experiencing so much pleasure at once. Grabbing your hips, he continues to slide you up and down his thighs, he can feel your juices flowing out of you. His pubic hair matted with your essence. “Come on darling, give me a big one”, Miles grunts as he continues his rhythm of pushing in and pulling out. You make another noise, somewhere between pleasure and pain and let go. “There you go darling, that was a good one”, Miles coos at you, watching you twitch as you regain your breathing. He pulls out of you and you see he is rock hard, harder than you have ever seen before. “Miles”, you croak, throat dry, “you didn’t”. Miles looks down at himself and smiles as he starts to untie your left leg then your right. “This time darling, fuck, this time it’s all yours”. You tilt your head at him, not understanding his words. Without warning, Miles flips you onto your stomach and pulls you to your knees.

He has thought ahead, ensuring your hands were tied in a way that could make this manoeuvre possible. Running his hands over your exposed arse and opening your cheeks, he slams into your pussy. Screaming out in pleasure, Miles stills again to make sure you are ready to accommodate him. “More”, you whimper, as Miles takes hold of your hip with one hand. You know bruises are going to form, but you don’t care. All you want is more. With the other he winds your hair around his fist and pulls you back towards him Miles looks down at you, arse in the air, back arched from the position and can’t think of anywhere else he would want to be. He takes control of the tempo, a little slower than usual, but with more force. He is methodical in his process. In and out, feeling you squeezing around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you hear Miles pant with every thrust. “This time darling, fuck” you can’t say a word, just small noises escaping you with every movement of Miles. You can feel him start to falter, his thrusts becoming erratic. To ensure you are with him, like he always does, Miles lets go of your hair and pushes down on your back, shifting your hips down and opening you up further for him. He snakes a hand around you to find your clit and starts to rub in small circles. Your arms give out as you fall to the bed, taking Miles’s cock over and over. With one last grunt and hard push from Miles, you both cum. Hard.

Your ears are ringing as you feel Miles’s cum fill you. Hot spurts coat your channel as he releases a noise of sheer relief as he empties inside you. You collapse further onto the bed, unable to move, as you feel Miles’ cock slip from your pussy. You let out a slight noise of discomfort as Miles falls from you, but only because you miss being full. Miles is panting, trying to regain his breath as he slowly crawls up the bed to release your hands from their bindings. He gently rolls you over onto your back, so he can see you properly. He gently rubs the red marks that have formed from your thrashing. “Fuck, that was the best thing I have ever felt. God you cum hard. I swear it feels like you are going to snap my cock straight off”. You giggle and then make a face. The pressure from laughing has caused a trickle of Miles’s cum to leak from you. You shift slightly and Miles looks down to see his seed slowly seeping out of your swollen lips. His eyes grow dark again as he comes up with a plan of what he is going to do next.

He leans over you and kisses you deeply. Realising that he hasn’t kissed you much during your sexcapade. Deepening his kiss and gently running his tongue over your bottom lip, you give him permission as he moulds his tongue with yours. As he is doing this, he snakes his hand down your body, feeling the sweat that has formed. Stopping at your breast, he squeezed it and pulls on your nipple. You moan into his mouth as your body betrays you with the pleasure you are feeling. Further south his hand travels until he lands upon your mound. Smooth and wet from your orgasms. Miles ends the kiss and looks directly into your eyes. With one hand he holds your head “You are the most perfect person I have ever met. You know that don’t you? There is no one I would want to experience this with”. As Miles finishes his sentence, he slides two fingers into you. Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Cooing you, he runs his hand through your hair but continues to enter you. He can feel his cum around his fingers, mixed with your own climax. There is something primal about that. He wants to push his cum further inside you. He doesn’t want it to escape. He did say he was going to make you feel full.

With this thought, he pushes his fingers deep inside you. Pushing his cum back up into you. The noises are purely pornographic, but it turns you on even more. Miles places his palm over your clit as he pushes his fingers further inside you. You can hear squelching coming from between your legs, but don’t have the energy to be embarrassed. The noises turn Miles on even further and he starts to rub against your clit as well as within you. You are too sensitive for the intimate connection and you grab Miles’s wrist to try and stop him. “Stop Miles, it’s too much”. It doesn’t do anything but spur him on. He wants this climax to be a quick one, as he can see you are losing focus and energy. “Look at me darling”, Miles says, running his hand along your cheek. “You are such a good girl, I love you so much”. Looking directly in his eyes, your mouth forms an O, and Miles knows that he is ripping another orgasm from deep within you. This one is silent. Tears form in your eyes at the sheer force of it. You release your hold on Miles’s wrist as you lay limp on the bed. You can feel a sea dripping out of you, leaving a wet patch on the bed.

Your eyes are glassy as Miles continues to run his fingers through your hair. He leans over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of Gatorade. He brings it to your mouth, giving you small sips. “You still with me darling?” “hmm, yep, still here”. You look down at yourself - you are covered in a sheen of sweat and you are pretty sure you have cum all over your thighs. Looking over at Miles, he is in a similar situation. His hair is stuck to his forehead and you can see little beads of sweat running down his chest. Further down, you can see his cock, again standing proud and ready for action. You look back at his face and roll your eyes. “How, just how” you mutter as Miles rolls over you again, nestling himself in between your legs. “It’s all you darling. I can do this all night, and I plan on it”. You groan as you feel Miles roll his hips into you. Even though you are pretty much spent, as soon as Miles’ cock is near your entrance, you start to feel your arousal leak out of you. “Again, take me again. And ruin me this time”. You want Miles to unleash on you. You want him to really take you, pound you, ruin you. “I won’t break Miles, please, I can take everything you want to give me.” Miles groans at your words. “Alright, I’ll take you, but please tell me if I’m being too hard. I couldn’t stand hurting you”.

“Miles, eventually I will be pushing a baby out of here”, for effect you roll your hips into him, “I’m sure I can take a pounding from your cock”. With that being said, Miles can’t wait to send you to heaven. He takes hold of your hands and entwines his fingers, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head. Miles was so hard he didn’t need any help in entering you. He rubbed his cock along your folds a couple of times, gathering your juices and teasing your entrance. Looking into your eyes to watch, he pierces you, hard and to the hilt. You roll your eyes in pleasure and return them to Miles. You shift your hips wider to accommodate his hard thrust. With a nod to let him know you are ready, Miles retreats and enters you again, harder this time. He actually shifts you up the bed slightly with the force. With every thrust, you can feel the air escape your lungs. “Hold on darling, now comes the fun part”. With those words Miles lets go of your hands and brings them down to your knees.

Almost effortlessly, Miles positions both of your legs over his shoulders. He leans back down to kiss you, and you are practically bent in half. This position feels incredible. Miles looks down at you as he starts to pound into you. He snaps his hips, angling his cock into the depths of your channel. You grunt and moan loudly. It’s the only thing you can do. Your brain can’t form words at the moment. Taking your legs, Miles removes them from his shoulder and pulls them further apart and pins them to the bed. Now you are bent in half and spread open. You can feel your orgasm building again. It feels like electricity is running through you. Every nerve ending is tingling as Miles unleashes. You can hear his balls slapping against your arse and his thighs slapping against yours. With every thrust you can feel him almost hitting your cervix, as your juices are pushed out of you with the force of Miles pushing in. The noises coming from your joined bodies cause you both to moan. “Miles, Miles, it’s too much, please stop, I can’t”. You start to move your head left and right on the pillow. You have a strange feeling starting to wash over you. “Ungh, yes you can, darling. You can do it, one more, give it to me. I can feel you clenching around me. CUM”, Miles growls his demand as you feel him release, head thrown back in sheer pleasure. He is so deep within you, he can’t actually get any further in. At the same time, you feel yourself squeeze his cock so hard he makes a noise of slight pain, then you gush hard. The pressure of your orgasm hitting you actually pushes Miles’ cock out of you, and you squirt all over the bed as well as him. The force is overpowering, feeling your pussy pulse and your legs start shaking uncontrollably. You look at Miles’s surprised face, then everything goes black.

You actually passed out. Miles had done it, he had actually fucked you until you passed out. It was only a couple of seconds, but Miles was worried all the same. Miles is gently running his fingers through your hair, calling your name lightly. You scrunch your nose and slowly open your eyes. The first thing you see if Miles, smiling down at you. “Mission accomplished”. You don’t say anything but tilt your head again. Your brain feels like mush. “I guess we know that someone is able to pass out from too many orgasms”. Miles is smiling like a Cheshire cat. So pleased with himself that he was able to make you cum 7 times. “I don’t think I can feel anything from the neck down” you slur, cock drunk. Miles continues to run his fingers along your hairline.

“Was that OK? I wasn’t too hard was I? I was worried there for a moment. You looked at me then just went limp. I didn’t know what had happened”. You can see that Miles was waiting for validation. Wanting to know that you enjoyed yourself as well.

“Miles”, you croak lightly, trying to wet your dry throat. “that was the best night of my life. I know I don’t have much to compare it to, but I don’t think that I will ever let anyone else do that to me. You actually fucked me silly. I mean it when I say that I can’t feel anything. You made me feel special the whole time. Checking on me and making sure I was OK with everything. I didn’t even need my safe word, did it?” Miles nods, running his hand down your neck and gently resting on your breast, over your heart. He can see the sweat that is covering you, as well as the drying cum on your thighs. “Do you think you can make it to the bathroom, I want to get you cleaned up”. Shaking your head, you look down at yourself. You make a face and Miles just laughs.

Getting off the bed, you watch your adonis walk around the bed and into the bathroom. “Let me get a bath ready and we can get you cleaned up. Let me love on you a bit”. You hear the water running in the tub and you close your eyes. You can barely keep yourself awake waiting for Miles to come back. With gentle movements, you feel Miles move you into his arms. You are a little disappointed that you didn’t get to watch him come back into the room. Seeing him in his naked glory is something you never get sick of. Miles looks down at you, kissing you on your nose as he picks you up, bridal style, and carries you into the bathroom. He has filled the tub with bubbles, it smells divine. Knowing you will be a little wobbly on your legs, Miles places you down, but holds you tight, just in case. Holding your hand, he encourages you to step into the tub. Once you have both feet in, Miles comes in behind you. He sits first, slowly lowering you into the warm water. You flinch as the water touches your incredibly sensitive pussy and clit but you continue until you are encased in warm water, with Miles’s hard chest behind you. Miles is running his hands along your arms, in and out of the water. It is so relaxing you feel your eyes drop again. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to my life. Thank you for tonight and thank you for everything”. Miles is providing you with the aftercare he knows you would need after what you have just been through. Soft touches, soft voice, nothing harsh or loud. He knows it is going to take some time for you to come back to yourself fully. Past experiences with Subs coming in handy. He loves being your protector, there is nothing else he wants to do right now. With that, he continues to run his hands along you, calming you and your mind.

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