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coqvttes · 5 months

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hihihii!! its sofi anon again and OH MY GOD? Your message was so beautiful, I saw it in the middle of class (college is killing me) and I kept reading it like a 18th century woman reading her lovers letter. Thank you so much for your kind and respectful words, they mean the world to me, ilysm ♡♡

As for the event, also thank you in advance for letting me request, I wanted to ask for a nsfw ꒰ 🧁 ꒱: there’s this beautiful place in Italy called Fontanile Quarantina, and I just imagine reader going somewhere like that with Capt. Price for a cute picnic date, it’s just the two of them and they eat strawberries and cream, and get a little messy with it enough to end up making love, but the kind that’s hard and sensual, with so much love in the air and many praises. Sorry if it got kinda long, I got inspired, this is so fun! I know you’re gon be amazing. Have a super lovely day/night ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏. — 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hii! thank you for your sweet messages! i’m so sorry this took so long? but this is so sweet! love u sofi, take care! (i made it long to make up!)

synopsis : what starts off as an innocent picnic date by the beautiful lake, turns into something intimate when john just can’t get enough of you when you try some strawberries.

warnings : nsfw 16+, fem!reader, sub!reader, public sex, praise, dom!john, super fluffy, p in v.

wc : 800

the gentle stream of the river brushes over you bare feet as you stand on the various pebbles, your ankles tickled by the little flowers that grow on the bank of the river as you admire the ethereal scenery before you and your lover.

a beautiful day out. just the two of you, just the way you like it. you almost lose yourself as you take in the beauty of your gorgeous surroundings until a familiar arm wraps around your waist. john pulls you back to the picnic blanket that you’ve set up and you smile at the little basket of various fruits and cream that he’s prepared.

you pick up one of the strawberries, a particularly ripe one and dip it into the cream, swirling it around a few times to get a good amount before taking a bite out of it, eyes widening as the sweetness floods your tastebuds and you let out a noise of enjoyment that goes straight to johns cock.

john finds himself staring at the cream smeared across your plump lips as you continue to enjoy the strawberry, beaming at him from the sweetness.

you sweet thing, so oblivious to how bad he needs you, how your innocent touches are not so innocent to him, how your skirt keeps flipping up with the wind but you just don’t notice, and gosh how you just looks so adorable right now.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you whisper, turning you head to stare at the view once more before turning back when you get no response.

“mm you are,” your breath hitches when you feel his lips press against your neck, littering the area with tender kisses that start off innocent but grow into something more, something hungry.

you realise that you need him just as much as he needs you and suddenly your laying on the blanket, his rough hands trailing up under your sundress, caressing your soft thighs before settling at the lace of your underwear.

a blush adorns your features when he unties the delicate strings of your dress before pulling it down to bunch up at your waist, your bare tits now on full display for him and anyone else that may pass by.

a gasp spills from your lips when his fingers toy and tug at your sensitive nipples, his hungry lips enveloping one of them, coating it with his saliva.

you can’t help but arch into his touch, craving for more of it, for more of him, and he gives it to you, always caring for your pleasure.

you don’t even know when he pulled his trousers down but he’s tugging his cock out of his pants and lining himself up with your entrance. you look up at him through your lashes with those wide eyes that adore him so much and he smiles fondly at you.

the wetness that has accumulated earns a low groan from john as he slowly slips inside the warmth of your cunt, your eyes are locked onto his loving ones that gaze down at you in awe.

“g-gentle, john—” at your breathless plea, he moves the strand of hair that blocks him from seeing your gorgeous face and he grins down at you, cheekily.

“always,” he whispers, stealing your lips away into a passionate kiss, he sighs against you mouth before slowly dragging his length in and out of you in a sensual rhythm. he wraps your legs around his waist before pushing flush against you.

his beard tickles your face and your almost giggle is cut off when he hits a particular spot inside you that has you whimpering for him just the way he likes it.

he thinks you look like an angel beneath him, he’s never felt luckier with how the sun shines down on you so perfectly illuminating your beauty for him to remember forever. with the way you look up at him vulnerably with so much love in your eyes, so much innocence, so much trust, he could never get bored of this sight.

delighted mewls and moans bubble up in your throat as you hold onto his arms, his forehead practically pressing against yours. he hushes your noises with a fervent kiss, his lips capturing your own so perfectly as if you were made for him.

he rolls his hips one last time before spilling his warmth into you, releasing a low moan that makes your cunt flutter around him as you topple over the edge with him. his kisses your cheek as he slowly slips out of you, pulling your dress back up for you.

he swears he’s the luckiest man ever with how a sweet girl like yourself could be so perfect for him, to do something so intimate with him in public like this.

he sees how your beauty matches the scenery that frames you so perfectly and he promises himself he’ll cherish this memory forever…♡︎

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dynsdiary · 28 days

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have you seen this…

that receipt is from an adult store btw👀😬

WTF IS THAT PENIS STUFF 😭😭😭😭😭😭

imagine its like one of those hiding toys in plushies thingy 💀💀 I CANT HAHAHABDODNAOSNAHAHAHAH WHERE DO YOU EVEN GOT THIS FROM 😭😭

#— ୨୧₊˚ sofie #dayana's moots 𓆣

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ssparksflyy · 2 months

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love how during midnight rain taylors all "and he never thinks of me.. except for when im on tv 😋" and theres 2 big ass screens behind her

#especially at sofi #where they have like a bunch of tvs in the circle thingy #taylor swift #the eras tour #midnights #bells' diary ˚୨୧⋆｡

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abbyscherry · 1 month

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Your theme is so pretty <33

thank you, baby ღ

#ೃ⁀➷ mail received #꒰ sofie angel ꒱#୨୧ elllieswife

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elstoy · 8 months

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sofi’s reading club ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

୨୧˚ wife # 1 , ellie williams :

◌ loser ! ellie

◌ spanking you ( x abby )

◌ praising sub ! top ellie

◌ walking in on you

◌ nervous ellie

◌ sucking ellies strap

◌ giving els a handjob

୨୧˚ wife # 2 , abby anderson :

◌ abby being a brat tamer

◌ spanking you ( x ellie )

◌ first time

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dreamauri · 5 months

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┇𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 - part two ┇୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ╮ ┇when the love of your life gets hurt and he for ┇some reason still wont leave you, even in death. ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen x fem! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst / fluff ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( 1, 103 ) ╰ 🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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“Damn he’s ugly.” You gave ‘ghost max’ a look as you pulled a chair and sat next to the top of the hospital bed. A deep sigh left your mouth as you leaned forward, resting your chin on the bed. His hand was cold when you held it, and his face was pale. Whether from the lack of natural light or from all the wires and tubes connected to his body. You reached your spare hand, stroking his cheek gently.

Ghost max watched you and real max, touching his own cheek lightly. “I can feel that.” He mumbled quietly, watching you gently traced and stroked his body’s cheek and jaw. “. . . Do you miss me?” A sad chuckle left your lips as you looked up at the entity standing on the other side of the bed. “No, I have you clinging on to me. More than enough daily dose maxplaining.” Max smiled weakly, watching you wipe your eyes.

The silence for a few moments until the tears started to overflow. “You’re an idiot, I swear to god.” your voice was low and shaky as sobs started escaping your lips. “What?! I didn’t do anything.” “GP Told you to box! You should’ve boxed! You can’t always drive in the rain!” “I can too.” “fuck off.” you were too tired to argue, burying your head in the thin mattress below, sobbing your heart out.

Max couldn’t technically blame you. He was at fault, kind of. What made him feel guilty though was the fact that he couldn't comfort you. He couldn’t hug you or pat your back or tell you it's going to feel better soon. It probably wasn’t going to feel better soon if at all.

Max noticed the door click before you. It swung open with his mother walking into the room. Sofie was quick to react to your crying, closing the door and going to your side. “I miss him.” Max could feel his heart break listening and watching the two women. His mother did a good job calming you down, brushing her hand through your hair as your sobs slowed and came to a stop.

You eventually sat down with Sofie, leaning your head against her shoulders. You both held a conversation to update each other about recent events, comforting each other.

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“It’s going to rain soon,” Max tried to get your attention, looking out the glass window of the cafe. The skies were cloudy and grey, practically announcing showers for the rest of the evening. “Maybe we should start getting home.”

“My apartment.” You reminded him quietly. Max could tell from your voice that all the energy you had was exerted in the hour and a half you spent in the hospital. He felt guilt. Just the fact that you were sitting beside his sleeping body, holding his hand, not talking or moving around had sucked the colour and life out of your soul.

“We should start the walk now.” Max suggested, sitting on the high chair beside you. You had folded your arms and leaned your head down, watching the TV in the reflection of the glass. “Come on, Y/N.” What was bothering Max even more was that he was the root of your problem and he couldn’t even fix it.

He was thinking of cooking you a nice meal, but his hands would go through all of the utensils and ingredients. And if Max tried to carry you home so you didn't have to walk, you’d fall through his arms.

“Let's go Y/N.” You got up this time, sliding your bag on your shoulder and walking out like a zombie on a leash. The walk was short. it was easier to avoid traffic in Monaco on foot than behind a wheel. plus driving or sitting in car right now hurts too much.

As soon as you locked the door behind you, you made a be line to all the windows, shutting them closed and drawing the curtains. "Maybe you should let some natural light in?" Max followed you around. There wasn't much light, but it was better than all the lamps and lights. But you turned those off too, laying on your couch in the darkness.

"Maybe try doing something instead of being idle. Don't isolate yourself—" "What are you trying to do, Max? What are you trying to achieve right now."

"I'm trying to help." he said quietly, sitting on the floor beside the couch looking at your crestfallen face. "You're going through grief, and that's normal, but you can't stay like this forever."

"What do you know? You're just a kid." You rolled, facing the other way. "I'm 18." Max defended. "That's still a teenager, i hope you know that." Max sighed deeply. You were too tough of a case.

"Well I care about you, and I love you deeply. And as your fiancé, I can't let you live off one meal a day that from McDonald's or Burger King." "Go away, Max." "No. Not until you get up, and cook something."

You turned to face him, a glare clear on your face. You couldn't tell him to go cook because obviously one: . . . you're probably hallucinating and two: max doesn't know how to cook.

"If i cook will you let me sleep?" "After we watch a movie."

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"I don't wanna—" "I wanna—" "No we're not—" "We are going to." "Max I don't—" "It is fate. We will do it. You cannot change my mind." "We will not."

You went back and fourth forever with you clearly losing as he cut you off each time. "Max, i don't want to." "Y/N i will pull a demon from hell and You tilted your head trying to divert the subject. "Watch."

Max dived into the coffee table, leaving you alone in the dark apartment. It went quiet real quick, too quick. Going from bantering with your dead lover to the pitter patter of the rain on the window

Holy shit, he was summoning a demon and you were going to—

"Boo!" The scream that you let out sounded to the neighbours as you hid under your blankets.

The laugh max left out made you release some of the tension as you peaked out from under the blanket. It was just him, putting a hand over his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing

But you wre glad at least that he was laughing, and you weren't alone.

You did eventually watch Cars three, the movie Max threatened to bring a devil if you didn't let him watch.