#airplane mailbox

[believing-is-seeing]

Airplane mailbox

March 2024

[honeykaes]

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(omg they didn't say ayato?!)

[tommydarlings]

Vienna | s.v

pairing: dark!rbr!seb x reader

warnings: dark, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, manipulation, mentions of stalking, gun use, inappropriate usage of a gun

w/c: 2.2k

summary: After leaving your beautiful home country because of the infamous German redbull racing driver, sebastian vettel, you thought that the nightmare would finally be over — but that was just the beginning.

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Leaving your beloved country called England, was definitely something that hurt you but you had no other option.

After you’ve rejected redbull's golden boy, Sebastian Vettel, two time already — he still asks you like it’s the first time, with a smug smile and some specific kind of darkness lingering in his usually oh so bright eyes.

And every time you reject him — just because you're simply not interested, he comes crawling back… almost like you’re his addiction that he just can’t let go.

At first you thought that it wasn’t all to bad since you actually kinda liked him — as a friend — but after two times of asking you the exact same question with the exact same sinister smile on his face, you’ve lost every kind of likeness for him in a matter of days.

And now you're here, in Paris, all alone — only because of him.

It physically sickened you already how many times he texted you. Unstoppably. Even after you blocked him and reported his number, he always found a way to contact you all over again. It even got so bad that you started to get serious nightmares because of him, haunting you until the early morning hours.

But the worst part were the letters that you’ve received after you decided to throw your phone away since he just wouldn’t stop texting or calling you. The letters were basically what widened the imagination for your awful nightmares that gave you sleepless nights.

Some of those letters that you’ve got in your mailbox were filled with threats, some with lovely and sweet words and some with one single word or short sentences that made goosebumps appear your skin.

“Mine.”

“I'm always going to find you.”

“You can’t run away, little lamb.”

“Forever.”

And after receiving those letters in France as well, you left the country again. With tears in your eyes you decided to go to Russia without telling any one your friends about it. When you left England — and all of your friends behind, you told them that you’ll go to Paris but now, nobody’s knows.

Or that’s at least what you thought, but in the end you’ve realised that this assumption of yours was wrong.

You furrowed your brows as the doorbell rang, disturbing you from desperately trying to choose the cheapest flight to Russia, but you furrowed your brows even harder as the mailman handed you a package from an unknown sender, but deep down you sadly already knew who this 'unknown sender' was.

“Thank you,” you quietly mumbled to the kind mailman before you closed the front door and gently placed the surprisingly lightweight package onto your dinner table, slowly opening it.

And you almost couldn’t believe your own eyes as you saw what this 'unknown sender' sent you.

A first class airplane ticket to Russia.

You gulped before you quickly shut your curtains and continued packing you things, swiftly and slightly nervously leaving your small apartment in France behind.

- - -

“Thank you, Anastasia,” you said kindly to your neighbour as she brought you the mail that the mailman accidentally delivered to the wrong address. “No problem,” she replied with a strong Russian accent before you closed the door behind you, observing the small envelopes.

But one, rather big and light brown one, stood out.

Tears already entered your eyes as you quickly ripped it open, slowly not only growing scared by all of this, but also mad.

But this time it wasn’t only a sick 'love letter' filled with 'sweet' or threatening or possessive words — No, this time there were pictures included, pictures that made you stomach twist, almost wanting to throw up.

There were five pictures, just like his driver's number.

One where you were cooking in your panties and a short top, slightly moving around the kitchen while you were listening to some song you can’t remember anymore.

The second one was one of you doing your daily workout routine, a picture of you in the plank position, tiny frown on your sweaty face as you tried to focus.

The third one was definitely taken from the small upper window from your living room, you were able to see your figure from behind, sitting on the couch while you were watching your favourite horror movie, eating a bowl of popcorn while doing so.

The fourth made you gasp, it was a picture of you showering — obviously, completely naked, which was perfectly able to be seen on the picture, which means that he saw you naked now, that fucking pervert.

But the fifth one — the last one, probably scared you the most, even though you wouldn’t have thought that, that would be able after the last one.

It was a picture of you sleeping, but this time it wasn’t taken from a window like the other ones…it was taken from the bedroom, inside the house.

The sickening picture showed you sleeping peacefully on your left side while Sebastian's hand brushed some of your hair out of your face, fingertips only slightly touching your hot skin.

You sniffled in fear and sadness but also anger before you took all of those five pictures and ripped them in half, hastily throwing them into your trashcan before you booked your next ticket.

This time to the wonderful vienna.

- - -

“Hier, bitteschön,” Here you go, The barista told you with a smile, for a grumpy city like Vienna, she was very kind.

Since you’re living in a pretty little but modern apartment in the capital city of Austria, you learned some German. But you were still struggling a bit with the Austrian accent.

You nodded before you mumbled a quick 'danke' thank you.

Luckily, your apartment was only a few meters away from your apartment so you arrived at your new home in a matter of just a few minutes, quickly opening the door with your silver key and gently putting the pink donut and the strong coffee onto the kitchen counter.

You sighed as you picked your new nail up, hands already slightly trembling but that quickly stopped again as soon as you noticed that the mail is actually normal and not scary or psychotic.

You gulped your fear down and turned around with a tiny grin, actually genuinely happy that the creepy German doesn’t stalk you anymore.

But then you’ve noticed the small package.

With hot tears and slightly shaky hands, you picked it up and set it down onto the table, gently grabbing a sharp knife and opening it. But you were only able to furrow your brows as you’ve noticed that it’s a tape.

A small, black VHS video tape.

You sighed and took a deep breath before you quickly went over to your VHS video recorder, gently putting the tape into the black recorder before you pressed 'play' and then set yourself down onto your small couch that's facing the TV.

You gulped as you covered your mouth, tears entering your eyes all over again as you saw Sebastian entering your modern apartment back in Russia, slowly creeping through your kitchen until he reached your trashcan, pulling the destroyed pictures with a loud sigh out of the trashcan before he set the camera onto the kitchen counter, looking directly at it now with a smile.

You don’t even wanna imagine how many women he fooled with that perfect smile before.

But then his smile faded again as he gazed down at the ripped pictures of yourself.

“Can I be real honest with you, meine liebe, my love, I was really hurt when I saw this through my binoculars,” the young German formula one racer said into the camera, making you wipe some of your tears away before you sniffled in pure fear.

“I though you would like them! But I guess I was sadly wrong,” he mumbled before he smiled again as he pulled tape out of the pocket of his jeans, quickly sticking the pictures back together with a sinister dark gaze in his eyes.

After that, he got a hold of his black backpack, swiftly pulling five dark picture frames out of it, gently putting them down onto the counter before he framed — in a very gently way, all five pictures, smirking as he did so.

Then he put them into his backpack before he put it back around his back, laying the undersides of his arms onto the cold counter top before he put his cheek onto them, happily smiling at the camera,

“See you in vienna, baby.”

And then the video ended. Leaving you in nothing else than tears.

Suddenly, you felt a big hand covering your mouth from behind, other hand quickly grabbing your wrists in a rather rough manner, pressing them tightly to your body, “Hallo, mein liebling.” Hello my darling.

You gasped before you softly cried into his palm, tears streaming down your heated cheeks now as your entire body started to tremble, “Missed me? I bet you did, am I right?”

But you only shook your head as you whined into his warm palm, making him press your arms even tighter to your body,

“I said…am I right?” The German asked you again in a deeper tone, German accent strong.

This time, you agreed with his wicked statement, slowly nodding as he slowly let go of your wrists, surprisingly freeing them in a gently manner before he reached for something in his back pocket.

Swiftly, he pulled a tiny gun out of his the right pocket, making you gulp as he slowly put it in front of your face, showing it off to you like it’s a brand new phone he just got himself.

Sebastian chuckled as he saw your facial expression that showed nothing more than fear now, “She’s pretty isn’t she?” He asked as he wiggled the gun in front of your face, showing you that it’s actually loaded with bullets.

You gasped as you heard the bullets rattling in his gun, raising your eyebrows and widening your eyes as the German redbull driver brushed a few strands of hair out of your face with the top of it, making you gulp.

“But clearly not as pretty as you, baby,” he muttered into your ear from behind before he slowly removed his palm from your mouth, gently placing it into the back of your head,

“S-Sebastian, please-”

“Shhh,” Sebastian immediately interrupted you, shaking his head from side to side with a tiny angry frown on his face before he went on, playing with the gun in front of your face like it’s a toy one, “Just do as I say…and none of those pretty little — but very painful, bullets will hit your delicate and oh so beautiful skin, meine liebe,” he said in a undertone with a grin on his face.

You knew that you shouldn’t have agreed like it means nothing, but you were just so unbelievably scared right now that you couldn’t risk anything, you simply couldn’t.

“O-Okay,” you nodded as tears landed onto your temple and cheeks, but Sebastian didn’t even acknowledged them, he only continued smiling like a sick and twisted fuck.

He nodded as he briefly bit his lip, “Great! Perfect!” He laughed along his sentence.

Suddenly, you felt him going on his knees, tying your hair in a rather clean makeshift ponytail and slowly bending your head backwards towards himself, making you whine,

“It’s okay, hey,” Sebastian spoke up, “If you cooperate like a good girl, I won’t hurt you, okay?”

You gulped and nodded, making you him forcefully tug on your ponytail, “Words goddammit.”

“Okay,” you answered in a quick manner, making him immediately smile down at you again, “that’s my good little girl,” he said before he ran his along your trembling lips, this time noticing your fear,

“Entspann, meine liebe, alles is okay.” Relax, my love, everything is okay.

But you were definitely far away from being relaxed, especially as soon as he spoke up again, genuinely scaring you with his words this time,

“Open your mouth.”

You choked on your breath as you felt him smiling against your cheek, fingers on the back of your head — that are still holding a neatly done makeshift ponytail — now softly stroking your scalp.

Very slowly, you opened your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt him slowly shoving the loaded gun into your mouth, roughly tasting the metal on your tongue now.

“So ein gutes mädchen.” Such a good girl.

“So brav, nur für mich, huh?” So good, only for me, huh?

Then he shoved the heavy metal gun further down your throat, forcefully choking you with it, making you gag around it.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he smiled against your wet cheek, making you cry and whine out, tears landing on top of his fingers and the gun now.

He sighed as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to not choke on the loaded gun, “Gosh, this looks and sounds way better than I imagined it, to be honest,” he whispered into you ear before he kissed your wet temple.

Suddenly, Sebastian's hand let go of your makeshift ponytail created by him and put his palm onto the back of your head, slowly forcing your head towards the gun, making you choke on it even more as you gagged around it.

“Oh god,” Sebastian spoke up in a deep and raspy tone, making you open your eyes again, “Look what you’ve done to me,” he said before he turned your head so that you could see his crotch area.

And there he was, on his knees, shoving you a loaded gun down your throat with a big boner in his jeans, happily smiling at you.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I just find it more interesting that this literally happened the minute the strike ended (announced the evening of Nov 9th). But I'm sure many people can come into my mailbox and tell me what total coincidence that is.// definitely not a coincidence that they both have projects coming out imminently, a few strategically planted "fan" or encounter pictures leak to gain a bit of gossip, next we'll get inundated with EW or People running 90 plus articles about his recent trip to PT....yawn

You know what would have been a way cheaper option (and better for the environment - airplane fuel) to do some promo for the Scott Pilgrim animated series?

TURN YOUR IG ON AND MAKE A DIRECT POST ABOUT IT.

My god, that might actually reach actual possible viewers.

[fastcardotmp3]

Ronance AU where after the Upside Down has been neutralized and the fight for Hawkins is over, they go their separate ways and stay in touch largely through letters.

A couple of months together at the end of the world, a couple more helping Hawkins rebuild in the aftermath, and then Nancy is off to the East Coast for college and Robin is taking a gap year to spend the time with her family she lost in the war and they're not quite close enough for regular phone calls at that point, but Robin gets a great picture of Mike and the kids that she just knows will bring a smile to Nancy's face so she sends it and that's--

Well that's how it starts.

Polaroids with little notes at the bottom to show each other what they're up to, where they've been, who they've been with. Robin thinks it's easier to get to know Nancy Wheeler through the written word, none of their individual hang-ups can be in the room to get in the way and Nancy is just-- God she knows how to string a sentence together.

It's life updates and questions asked and answered and book and movie recommendations and--

Steve and I are moving to Chicago in the summer so I can start that linguistics program I told you about.

I usually have a layover in Chicago! Maybe I'll take a day to see the sights...?

It's plans made and it was good to see you's and more Polaroid photos with little notes at the bottom and it goes on for years, is the thing.

They move around and never end up in the same place. Nancy is chasing her dreams and chasing stories from city to city and country to country and she hardly sees her family outside of major holidays let alone Robin, but Robin gets the uncensored preview to a lot of her articles in long-hand scrawl from a cramped airplane seat and that's nearly as good.

Steve is Robin's platonic soulmate, always will be the bastard, but the more years it goes on through the end of both their undergraduate years and then into Robin's first Master's and Nancy's first staff writer gig and then into careers and new friends and lives and their thirties, well.

Well, Robin is pretty sure that Nancy Wheeler is her best friend. At least on paper.

It's like, the letters don't come every week or even every month, but every single time that familiar handwriting with a new return address comes sliding into her mailbox, thicker with photos the longer it's been, there's this flutter of utter joy and gratitude that Robin just can't deny herself.

Nancy Wheeler sure can string a sentence together. She can string a sentence together so good that Robin knows her just from pen and paper. Sees her just from the wall of Polaroids that travels with Robin from Chicago to a couple years getting yet another degree at UCLA and all the way back home again to Indiana.

When Robin imparts the news that she's gotten a teaching position (now that she has her doctorate) at IU, Bloomington to Nancy, it's with tongue-in-cheek jokes about whether or not this place is haunted too, but mostly Robin points out that she'll be close by again for when Nancy visits her parents.

She sends the letter before she gets into the passenger seat of the U-Haul Steve has insisted on driving cross-country for her out of fear for your safety, Buckley which is code for we haven't been on a road trip in too long and I miss you. But what it really means, the haste and the excitement, is that she doesn't manage to get her new address into the letter before it's already in the mail.

It shouldn't matter. She'll send another one when she gets to Bloomington in a week or so, depending on how many roadside attractions she and Steve decide to indulge in like they're teenagers with all the time in the world and not thirty-five-year-old dweebs singing along to mixtapes they made in 1987.

It shouldn't matter.

Miraculously, it doesn't.

She's getting a feel for the new campus the first time she sees Nancy Wheeler in probably four years, walking through the lobby of the student union like she belongs there.

(She belongs anywhere she decides to lay her feet, Robin thinks.)

She's walking through the student union, and out of nowhere Robin is a too-blunt, no-filter teenager and--

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Hallowed halls of a respected institution, Robin couldn't care less about it as Nancy turns over her shoulder and beams.

"I'm sorry," she gives Robin a once-over like she had been waiting for this moment, like she had known, "who are you?"

Robin is lifted across the room by the force of her own joyous laughter before she even has the chance to call Nancy any of the names she'd like too, wrapped up around her and swaying in the middle of what will become a well-used study space once the semester starts in a week.

Wrapped up around her. Feeling her here and now and real as she is on the page. Nancy Wheeler knows how to string a sentence together with a pen, but god does she know how to do it off her tongue just the same. Everything that rolls out of her and into the world has Robin's cheeks aching from how hard she smiles, has her buzzing despite the lack of caffeine in her system.

Because as it turns out, Robin isn't the only one coming home, isn't the only one looking to maybe create a home base to return to at the end of each long trip, isn't the only one who snagged a gig teaching a new generation of world savers just how to do it. (The IU School of Journalism is, after all, one of the best in the country, and thus fitting of a mind like Nancy Wheeler's.)

It's strange, not to need to pen a letter to talk to her anymore, to be able to go for dinner on Thursdays after classes or work on lesson plans in tandem in Robin's eclectic living room because Nancy is still very much working on the whole having furniture thing after so many years on the road.

Robin knows it won't last forever, that Nancy can't sit still for more than the next couple of years she's on contract here, but the longer they spend together the more it becomes clear that Nancy really does want a place to come home to for longer stints in between assignments.

She wants roots, she says, people and bars where she can consider herself a regular and students to teach how to take no shit from the old guard.

Robin wants that for her too. Wants to make that happen for her. Wants it to be here.

With her.

They're not kids anymore, and the world doesn't need saving in the same way it once did, and the pictures they take now are together, together, together and Robin finds it's so much easier than she ever thought it could be at seventeen years old to look at the woman she loves and not be afraid of it.

To lean into her on the couch while they listen to a record Nancy had picked up somewhere in her travels in a language Robin speaks and can translate in real time, to share her space, to kiss her like they've been kissing all this time and like they're inventing something new wrapped up in one.

"So, roots, huh?" Robin breathes, foreheads tipped together and those blue eyes bigger and brighter than ever.

Nancy Wheeler knows how to string together a sentence, but all she needs right then is two words.

"Yeah," she smiles, bright as the flash on a Polaroid camera, "roots."

[anamoon63]

A big thank you ❤️

I want to thank all of you who have sent sunflowers and a little sunshine to my inbox. I have no words to express how grateful I am to you. Monday was really a complicated day for me and my family, as my son was in surgery for a rhinoplasty, not cosmetic but due to a chronic problem with his deviated septum, which was giving him problems to breathe freely, especially at bedtime, and which resulted in constant fatigue and a congested nose that interfered with his work, which is mainly with his voice, as well as frequent throat infections due to sleeping with his mouth open, etc., and that was added to his seasonal allergies and rhinitis.

My son is already a young adult, he made his decision to do this procedure, but my husband, my daughter and I, as his family, were there by his side to give him all the support he needed, in every possible way. Thank heavens, the surgery, performed by an excellent physician, was successful, and my son is now at home recovering satisfactorily, accompanied and very well cared by us and his girlfriend.

Anyway, Monday and Tuesday were very stressful days, so imagine how beautiful it was to find all your sunflowers in my inbox, they really gave me a lot of comfort, and helped me to endure the scary moments, and to be in good spirits to help my son, who I am still taking care of here at home.

Really, thank you very much for all the love you sent. I would've liked to answer to each and every one of you in a more personal and extensive way, or drop sunflowers in your mailboxes myself, but it wasn't possible for me, so now, with this post, I want to give a big thank you to those of you who have been sending your love to me during these difficult days.

Please know that your blogs, and those of my mutuals in general, all of them, make me happy too, cause your stories are lovely, interesting, funny and a great inspiration for me.

Once again, thanks a thousand times.

@bool-prop, @papermint-airplane, @changingplumbob, @sharona-sims, @nocturnalazure, @dandylion240, @kimmiessimmies, @echoweaverr, @mysimsloveaffair, @serenasims. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

I love you all. ❤️

[gerrystamour]

you are my destroyer [gift fic]

Explicit★OMC Ship★1924 words★Complete

Hey remember that really sad fic I wrote a while back with two OCs? Well those characters are back and you get to see some of their epic lovestory for the birthday of my beeloved Bee @tboygareth!

Happy Birthday Bee!!!!

Sam: mine

Dom: @patchworkgargoyle

CW: Rough sex, idiots in love (they're so frustrating)

Sam sat on the patio of a small cafe, across from a post office where he’d tracked the PO box he’d been sending letters to for two years. He had landed the day before, got himself a hotel room, and had a fitful night of sleep. The plan was to wait until his mark arrived, and then engage. That was it, and yet Sam’s stomach was in complete knots about it.

It was risky, going to Cuba and finding Dom. D’Amore would have his head if he found out, that was for sure. Worse, Dom might side with his father on that. The fact that Dom even went along with this forced exile meant that he agreed on some level that Vincenzo D’Amore had a good enough reason to send him here.

Vincenzo Junior had other opinions on the matter, and Sam always liked following Vinny’s gut feelings more than his own.

He was about to flag down a server to order another coffee when finally, Sam saw his mark.

The man hadn’t changed at all, and yet Sam almost didn’t recognize him. Dom’s dark hair was longer, falling to his shoulders in curls that Sam wanted so desperately to tangle his fingers in. He was still pale, too, despite the sunny locale, and Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up in his chest as Dom slipped into the post office.

With an excited grin, Sam stood up and tossed a pile of bills on the table and crossed the street, following Dom inside.

By the time Sam crossed the threshold, Dom was already standing at the wall of mailboxes, his lockbox still open while he rifled through the mail he’d received. Sam watched him for a moment, taking a silent, fortifying breath when Dom’s shoulders seemed to slump.

Reaching into the breast pocket of his own coat, Sam pulled a letter out and leaned close to Dom. “Excuse me, sir, I think the mailman dropped this,” he said, tone teasing and yet far more earnest than he would have liked.

Dom’s reaction was quick, and the world spun until Sam was slammed back against the wall of lockboxes. His free hand barely caught Dom’s other hand before the man could sink one of his favourite knives into Sam’s gut.

“Watch where you put that thing, Kitten,” Sam purred, smirking down at Dom as understanding and disbelief dawned on his expression. “Unless I’ve been reading your letters completely wrong, I don’t think you want me bleeding out all over the floor, yeah?”

Dom backed away quickly, almost as if he had been burned, looking Sam over as he tucked his knife away somewhere hidden. “How the fuck are you here?” he asked, and Sam was pretty sure Dom intended the question to sound sharp, cutting, but it missed the mark a bit.

Sam smirked, stepping closer to Dom. “Well, you see, Dom, we have these amazing contraptions called airplanes, right?” he said slowly, his mouth splitting his face with a proper grin as he towered over Dom, who was trying very hard not to smile and failing. “You get on them? And they fly you across oceans and shit? Surely, you’ve heard of them?”

“You asshole. Fuck off,” Dom bit out, the corners of his mouth ticking upward.

“I would rather fuck you, if given the choice,” Sam teased, and Dom’s eyes looked him over again.

This time, his gaze was hungry, especially with the way it lingered on Sam’s shaggy hair and beard. Stepping into Sam’s space, Dom grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, just enough to growl in his face, “Come with me.”

Without further ado, Dom let go of Sam and spun on his heel, leaving the post office with a huff. Meeting the curious looks of the post office workers behind the counter, Sam winked and hurried after Dom, following him to a house that looked far too large for just one person to live in alone. Something sad and lonely twinged in Sam’s chest, a painful moment of empathy that had him wanting to hold Dom. The man would never allow it, so Sam would do the next best thing.

They barely cleared the threshold before Sam was slamming the door shut and crowding Dom against it. In a moment of blind, desperate desire, Sam dipped his head as if to kiss Dom, and the other man seemed to tip his mouth upward to accept it. But Sam caught himself, stopped short and rested his forehead against Dom’s, letting their breath mingle in the small, nearly nonexistent space between their mouths. Sam glanced down at Dom’s lips before meeting his eyes. Or he tried to meet Dom’s eyes, but the other man was also looking at his lips.

The fragile moment shattered as Dom sucked in a sharp breath and shoved Sam to his knees. “Put that mouth to proper use.”

Smirking, Sam reached up and literally ripped Dom’s pants open, letting them fall in a tattered heap around his ankles. “As you wish, Kitten,” he said, leaning in as Dom kicked one of his feet free to sling a leg over Sam’s shoulder, sealing his mouth around Dom’s perfect little dick.

From there, it was all heat and desperation, Sam wetly sucking Dom’s dick and licking into his cunt while Dom’s fingers twisted painfully in Sam’s hair. Above him, Sam could hear the thump of Dom’s head against the door as he let it fall back—high, shattered moans exploding from his throat.

Sam lost track of how much time he spent on his knees, as was often the case when he got to have Dom at his mercy like that. He couldn’t even be sure just how many times Dom came before he was being pushed away, Dom gasping a broken little, “Samuele, fuck, need your cock.”

“As you wish, Kitten,” Sam replied thickly, surging to his feet and picking Dom up.

They didn’t make it far, with Dom clinging to him and biting at Sam’s throat. As he stumbled past the living room, Sam turned abruptly and bent Dom over the back of the couch, one hand holding him down while he got his own belt and fly open with the other. When his cock was finally free, Sam wasted no time in lining up and shoving his cock into Dom’s cunt, bottoming out with a slick slap.

At Dom’s sharp hiss, Sam waited, trying to let Dom adjust to the intrusion, but it was certainly a test of patience. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, hips twitching. He didn’t remember the fit being this snug before.

“Haven’t been fucked lately,” Dom admitted shakily, his nails digging into the leather seat of the couch. Sam tried not to think too much into that statement— it’s not like Dom was waiting for Sam, or that Dom was too hung up on Sam’s cock to have flings in Cuba— but there was still a part of him that was thrilled that he had no “competition” for Dom’s pleasure.

“Well,” Sam started, grabbing Dom’s hips tightly and slowly pulling out. “I’m gonna fix that for the next two weeks.”

The pace Sam set was punishing, brutal and relentless, chasing his own release at that point. He was close, desperate to spill his load inside Dom, hungry to watch his spend drip out of his cunt and down his thighs. Beneath him, Dom was noisy with almost shrill, punched out sounds as he just took what Sam gave him.

Leaning over Dom, Sam propped himself up with his hands on the seat of the couch and pressed several biting kisses to the back of Dom’s shoulder. When Dom threw his head back, Sam shifted his weight so he could gently wrap a hand around the base of Dom’s slender throat, making him arch his back dramatically. Grinding his cock into Dom’s cunt, Sam leaned as close to his face as possible and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

At the soft caress, even as Sam ruthlessly ground his cock down into his g-spot, Dom turned his face toward Sam. With each roll of Sam’s hips, their lips would brush against each other. Not a kiss, but so fucking close it had desperate tears springing to Sam’s eyes.

Blinking the tears away and hoping Dom didn’t notice them, Sam moaned, “Dominik.”

“Samuele,” Dom whined back, his eyes half-lidded and hazy as he tried to meet Sam’s thrusts before he tensed up and clenched almost painfully hard around Sam’s cock.

Dom’s orgasm was intense, the wet heat of him becoming impossibly tight while a hot gush of water spilled around Sam’s cock, down both of their legs, and onto the floor. It wasn’t long after that Sam followed him noisily over the edge, pumping his seed deep into Dom’s cunt as he held their hips flush together.

“Christ, almost fucking forgot how fucking good of a lay you are,” Dom said hoarsely as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his release.

Sam just chuckled and pulled out, dropping to his knees behind Dom to pull his cunt open with his thumbs. “I’m not even close to being done with you today, sweetheart,” he said before licking a firm strip up the messy seam of Dom’s cunt, from dick to taint.

The sun had set by the time they found themselves on the bed, sweat cooling on their skin as they caught their breath. Sam was stretched out on his back, eyes closed with one arm tucked up under his head while the other was wrapped around Dom’s lithe body. The other man was pressed up against Sam’s side, his chin resting on his hand on Sam’s chest. Sam didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Dom was staring, and if the grump was staring he was probably overthinking something.

“Can smell those gears in your head overheating with all that thinkin’,” Sam grumbled, laughing and squirming away when Dom harrumphed and bit one of his nipples.

After they settled again, Dom asked, “Seriously, Sam, how are you here?”

Grunting, Sam shrugged before squawking when Dom bit him again. With a sigh, he kept his eyes closed as he said, “Vinny.”

Dom frowned. “Vinny?”

“Your old man went to Italy for a funeral,” Sam elaborated, shrugging. “So Vinny sent me here.”

There were several beats of silence, and Sam could feel Dom’s gaze on him. It went on long enough that Sam was about to open his eyes to finally look at the man in his arms, but then he felt Dom’s lips against his chest. It wasn’t quite a kiss either, but it was close enough to make that part of Sam that was in love with Dom ache.

“I’m glad you came,” Dom mumbled against his skin, and Sam finally opened his eyes to look down at him.

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling lightly.

“Yeah,” Dom hummed before rolling his eyes with a huff. “It was getting boring here.”

At that, Sam laughed. “Happy to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, and Dom smirked.

“Mm, like the sound of that. Service…” he purred, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Sam’s soft cock, squeezing until Sam hissed. “How quick do you think you can get this back up?”

With a sighing groan, his cock twitching already in Dom’s grip, Sam rolled them so that he was on top of Dom, his hips slotting between pale thighs. “As quick as you want it, sweetheart.”

[tealingual]

Airport vocabulary in Finnish

Lentokenttä, lentoasema - airport Lentoliikenne - air traffic Lento - flight Vaihto - transfer Lippu - ticket Koneeseennousukortti, tarkastuskortti - boarding pass Passi - passport Viisumi - visa Lähtöselvitys - check-in Turvatarkastus - security check Rajatarkastus - border check Tulli - customs Matkatavarat - baggage Matkatavaroiden noutoalue - baggage reclaim Matkalaukkuhihna - baggage carousel Palvelut - services Palvelupiste - service point Informaatiotiski - information desk Myymälä, kauppa - shop, store Ravintola - restaurant Kahvila - café Käteis(nosto)automaatti - ATM cash machine Valuutanvaihto - money exchange Postilaatikko - mailbox Matkatavaroiden säilytys - luggage storage Löytötavarat - lost & found Lounge - lounge Työskentelypiste - workspace Lastenhoitohuone - baby changing facility Autonvuokraus - car rental Sähköpistoke - power socket Internet, WiFi - internet, WiFi Vessa - toilet Terminaali - terminal Portti - gate Matkustajasilta - jet bridge Rullaustie - taxiway Kiitotie, kiitorata - runway Asemataso - apron Lentokonehalli - hangar Ilma-alus - aircraft Lentokone - airplane Matkustamo - cabin Rivi - row Käytävä - aisle Istuin(paikka) - seat Matkatavarahylly - cabin compartment, hand-luggage compartment Turvavyö - safety belt Viihdejärjestelmä - entertainment system Turvallisuuskortti - safety card Oksennuspussi - sickness bag Happinaamari - oxygen mask Pelastusliivi - life jacket Hätäuloskäynti - emergency exit Käymälä - lavatory Ruuma - cargo bin, luggage hold Lentoyhtiö - airline Allianssi - alliance Miehistö - crew Kapteeni - captain Perämies - officer Matkustamohenkilökunta - cabin crew Lentoemäntä - flight attendant (female) Stuertti - flight attendant (male) Lentomekaanikko - flight engineer Lastaaja - loadmaster Lentäjä - pilot Purseri - purser Matkustaja - passenger Matkustusluokka - travel class Ykkösluokka - first class Business-luokka - business class Turistiluokka - economy class Lentää - to fly Vaihtaa - to transfer Matkustaa - to travel Tehdä lähtöselvitys - to check in Nousta koneeseen - to board the aircraft Noutaa matkatavarat - to reclaim baggage Nousta - to take-off Laskeutua - to land

[holyshit]

kay i put a thousand roses in ur mailbox and i also have doves flying over ur house and the airplanes are making ur name out of clouds :3 ilysm ty baby i just saw

pls you're the sweetest, you deserve a cute lil online housewarming party 🫂💞

[foggyboxxy]

Fun activity to do near holiday times: go on a walk or sit outside and see how many airplanes go by. I went on a walk to the mailbox ( ;) ) and saw so many! Lost count but at LEAST 8. These four photos are four different planes. Bonus fun if you’re doing this during sunset-so pretty

[dontyukmyyum]

Five Ways To Survive Teaching in 2022-2023

If your anything like me the school year has gotten off to a rocky start but by this time things are starting to settle down and get into a rhythm. The students know what to do in the morning, how the line leader and class jobs work etc... But you are still hanging by a thread. This school year is a demanding one. The students who are now in your class have probably missed a lot of important information that they should have known before they got to you. This makes our job exponentially harder because not only are you teaching new information but your also playing catch up with lower students. That's a tough one but just know we(teachers) are all dealing with it. However I can help you get your mindset right so that coming into your classroom is not a chore every morning.

The minute you enter in the morning you need to feel good  that you are there. To do this it’s got to be a place you enjoy being. I personally love a sunny room full of windows that can be opened on a nice Fall day. Make your classroom your own and pleasant to be in. Use your favorite colors to decorate bulletin boards, add rugs, a book nook if you have room. I had my husband make window valences out of cute material. I even have my favorite scented plug in with smells of the season wafting through the room. I personally like a lot of sunlight in my room but maybe you like it dark. I always think how cozy classrooms look with lamps in them. Add some ambience lighting. If you are able I also suggest adding a mini fridge for your Coke Zero. Premier Proteins, airplane bottles of vodka.( JK) Get comfortable.

Morning Meeting: The funniest part of my day is the morning meeting. If you are not doing this I highly recommend it. It’s where you sit around with your students and let them share with you, play a game that radiates good energy through the room. More likely than not you will end up laughing and actually enjoying yourself. It’s a great way to start the day and just sets a good tone for what your trying to achieve which is harmony, respect, good listening skills and the ability to speak coherently and get your point across. What else is there to learn? What other profession can you start the day with some light therapy, a dance off and a silly game? Not only that but you're sitting in a room with people who genuinely adore you and want to please you, so smile and act like you’re here to stay and you will start to believe you are the luckiest person in the world. Laugh at yourself, laugh with your students, just laugh because you can.

Student Mailboxes: This has helped me to absolutely keep my sanity and is a must in any classroom. Simply put, this is where your students go to file their own papers. Yes you heard that right... they do the filing. So at the end of the week you can just pop them right out and put them in their Friday folders. Filing problem solved and this will save you TONS of time.

Let Guilt Go and make Yourself a Priority. This is a biggie yall! (If you haven't guessed it by now I'm from the South). Learn to say NO to helping with aftercare, tutoring, giving tours, coaching a sport, setting up for meetings, curriculum development... The list is endless right? It's not your job, your job is to be the best teacher you can be and to do that you need to make personal time just that... time for you personally. On the heels of the pandemic we are faced with a teacher shortage, which is another word for administration expecting you to pick up the slack for all those people not working. Ummm NO! What are they going to do, fire you? Ummm hard no, they won't do that either because there is a teacher shortage! If someone wants you to cover other things then they need to pay you to do it. If we(teachers) don't start standing up at some point for ourselves and higher wages then the system will continually take advantage of us. #teachersunite

Last but least do not take yourself so seriously, laugh and do it when little Corey asks you to put a band aid on his nose because he is sneezing, or when Clementine says she's allowed to eat crayons at home. Most likely you will probably not get through your entire curriculum this year and that's ok, because not only are you teaching them academics you are teaching them to just be basically good humans. If you accomplish that I say job well done!

[shortscircuits]

when you take your phone off airplane mode and you have no notifications...its like running outside to check the mailbox but it's empty...

[countrymusiclover]

16 - Leesburg, Georgia

Everything Changed At 21

Part 17

Tags @abaker74 @bvbwestfall

Luke gets a week off so he bought plane tickets for the four of us which includes Carter to come along. The only thing he won't tell us is where we are going for the week. Sitting in the row with him on my right side I got the window seat and Chloe was on his other side. Pulling out my notebook I flipped to the current page where I was working on my character meeting Luke's. Tapping the pen against my knees lost in thought he asked leaning to look at what I was doing. "Is this the book about us?" I just made a sound not looking away from the pages so he reaches over grabbing the book from my lap. "Can I read it. I said I would be your judge." I try grabbing it from his grasp but he started reading low under his breath so Chloe could still hear what he was saying but not everyone on the airplane. "Tucker danced around on the stage looking to be having the time of his life. He only wished he had a girl on his arm. That night he looked down in the front row where he would learn that Brittany would change his life. And he would change her life when she turned 21."

"So I'm Tucker huh?" He teased handing me the notebook back. He has a smirk on his face where I throw my head back blushing. "Don't judge me. I'm just starting out. I didn't expect you to read my drafts-" Chloe jumped around in her seat listening in on our conversation now. "Who I am. Who I am?" Luke reached for my notebook again where I try getting it back but he suddenly kissed me distracting me so I'd quit. He broke the kiss seeing me pouting at him while he flipped through the pages reading again. "Let's see Chloe you are...Mandy was dancing around with me singing every single word to the songs. Screaming at the top of her lungs when Tucker hands Brittany a drink from the stage." Poking him in the rib he dropped the book that I shoved in my bag before the plane landed on the ground. Carter had gotten a truck helping Luke put the bags in the back. Climbing in the front passenger seat Luke started driving with me still trying to figure out where he was taking us.

The radio played on country stations until we pulled into a driveway that had a mailbox with the name Bryan on the front of it. Luke puts the truck in park when I spun around in my seat stunned that he brought me to his parents house. "Luke you - we're at your parents. I thought we agreed no more surprises!" Running my hands through my hair my heart started beating faster than I care for. Just like it did the time I sang with him in front of a huge crowd. "Lisen your gonna be fine. And if you remember I said I would give you a heads up for singing on stage. Everything else is fair game." Carter helps my best friend out of the backseat where she pulls out her phone snapping pictures outside his house smiling. Luke comes around to my side opening the door offering me his left hand to help me out. "Y/n, darlin. You're gonna be fine. You have nothing to worry about." He reassured me draping an arm over my shoulder while we walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell before a older lady with grey hair immediately smiled at the four of us.

"Oh my baby's finally home." She cheered throwing her arms around Luke who hugged her back sharing the same smile. The pair broke away smiling brighter before she turned to me pulling me in for a hug too. Slowly wrapping my arms around her I gave her a light hug still feeling very nervous about this. "I'm LeClaire Bryan. Luke loved talking about meeting you on the phone. And this must be the best friend right. It's nice to meet you both." Chloe removed herself from Carter's arms coming to stand beside me. Running a hand through my hair I waved to his mother still in shock. "Hi yes this is my best friend Chloe. And I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you Mrs. Bryan." She opened the front door ushering us all inside with our bags showing us the rooms we could stay in for the week. Someone knocked on the door to the spare room that I was sharing with Chloe. Looking over my shoulder I smiled seeing Luke leaning in the doorway smiling at me. "Hey how you holding up?"

Shrugging my shoulders I sit on the foot of the bed he smiled sticking his hand out for me. "I'm fine I guess. My heart was beating out of my chest but your mother is so sweet." He tugged me to my feet into the living room seeing his mother and our friends sitting on the couch. He has me sit in an arm chair with him picking up a guitar sitting on a barstool starting to strum. "So this is a new song I want you all to hear." He sighs slumping his shoulders before starting to sing the song for all of us. "You got me all caught up. The way you look tonight. We could head downtown. Or I can turn around, up here, on the right. Ah, just look at this sky. The rain ain't far from fallin' down. And I wanna get to know you. Better than I know this little town, yes I do. I wanna feel your heart go tic-toc. While the rain from your hair drip-drops. Parked out in the middle of nowhere. There's a place I can get up against your lips. That's where I gotta be with you lookin' like this. Let's get lost somewhere. Anywhere we ain't gotta hold back. If we're gonna go out, baby. Let's go out like that."

"And I'll grab your door. You can take my hand. Hop up on my shoulders and I'll walk us over. Where we can dance. And I'll leave the headlights on. So, I can see your face. Spin you 'round in the mud. Yeah, soak it all up, baby. What'cha say, what'cha say." Luke sang with a grin on his face where I jumped up from my seat grabbing Chloe's hand pulling her up to dance. She laughed as we twirled the other around with Carter and Luke's mom watching us act like kids. "I wanna feel your heart go tic-toc. While the rain from your hair drip-drops. Girl, I'm talkin' country kinda crazy, yeah. Out where I can get up against your lips. That's where I gotta be with you lookin' like this. Let's get lost somewhere. Anywhere we ain't gotta hold back. If we're gonna go out, baby. Let's go out like that." Luke started just playing cords on his guitar watching me smiling and dancing around in his childhood home.

Carter started clapping his hands with my best friend dancing in front of him. Throwing my hands up in the air Luke chuckled with a smirk on his face. It would be a lie if he said that you dancing didn't drive him crazy. "Yeah, I wanna feel your heart go tic-toc. While the rain from your hair drip-drops. Gettin' country kinda crazy in the middle of nowhere. Out where I can get up against your lips. That's where I gotta be with you lookin' like this. Let's get lost somewhere. Anywhere we ain't gotta hold back." Luke's mother watches me when I leaned into his side singing alongside him. She wasn't there the night we sang together so this was her first time hearing me sing with her son. I am not exactly sure if Caroline ever sang with him but I would do it everytime he asked me now. "If we're gonna go out, baby. Let's go out, baby. If we're gonna go out, baby. Let's go out like that." Luke and I stared into each other's eyes lovingly when he finished the song resting his forehead against mine smiling. "Yeah girl, that's where it's at. Let's go out like that." His mother got to her feet hugging the two of us at once. "Oh Luther. I think you found the perfect girl." My face turns red at her words until Chloe interrupts in shock. "Wait his middle name is Luther. How did I not know that?"

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

42. Bucky's Birthday Bash

Synopsis: It's Bucky's Birthday and him and Sam are having a small get-together at their apartment.

Word count: 2,652

Stand Alone?: yes!

Warnings: accidents, swearing

Notes: Genderfluid Loki!

Read it on AO3!

One morning, Mobius took Sylvie and Loki on a morning walk to the mailbox to deliver the very important letters they had been working on. You could tell they were important because the postal stamps were stickers of a whale and a smiley face in the top right corners, and the postage seals were very apparent in sparkly green ink stamps of various animals all over the outer side of the envelope, accompanied by crayon scribbles of random numbers and letters from all sorts of languages. Loki’s page was pretty coherently Norwegian runes, with a couple Greek words at the bottom, but Sylvie’s was a jumbled mess of Cyrillic characters, a few from the Latin alphabet, with a couple specialty Icelandic characters. There were a couple in Korean, and many many more in alien languages that may have just been scribbles. Although the two were both barely reaching preschool today, Loki had gotten some extra coaching from his older brother while Sylvie had flat out refused any help at all. 

However, the excitement of posting their first letters was overshadowed when Mobius looked in the mailbox and found a brightly colored invitation, addressed to “Loki, Sylvie, and Thor Laufey/Odin/son/dottir, and Mr. Mobius". 

“Letters?” Mobius asked. 

The two toddlers handed him their letters enthusiastically before they were even awarded the knowledge of the correspondence directed to them. 

Sylvie’s pacifier dropped from her mouth as her and Loki were handed their invitation, decorated in an old fashioned style, complete with the vintage stylings popular in the 1920s: Watercolor sailboats were on the front with calligraphic lettering saying “Come celebrate with us!”. When flipped over, the card had fancy borders and said, in a much more easy to read, art-deco font “It’s Bucky’s (one hundred) eighth birthday and you’re (all) invited! On March 10. Please RSVP by the 5th. The party will be at our apartment…” and proceeded to list the address, food and other things neither Loki nor Sylvie particularly cared about reading. 

“Daddy! Party!” Loki pointed out. 

“Yeah, it is a party, do you want to go?” 

Although Loki was very fond of parties, even small ones like this one seemed to be, the toddlers seemed disappointed that it seemed to be just a glorified playdate, but that was pretty in character for Bucky. He was very shy about his little-ness and only regressed around a small handful of people-- daycare and home were pretty much the only two places he would ever be comfortable in.

Loki and Sylvie put their heads together to find him a nice gift. What would Bucky like? 

“Something with a star!” Loki suggested, “like the one on his arm.”

“I don’t think he likes the star, buddy,” Mobius shot it down gently. 

“Oh! Storybook!” Sylvie tried. “An old one like he likes!” 

“An airplane!” Loki tried again.

“Board game sounds better.”

“... yeah, a board game sounds good.” 

“And a stuffie?” 

“Yes! An’ a stuffie!”

They scribbled this down onto a list while sitting at the kitchen table to Mobius, who was drying and putting away dishes. 

“Alright, so a stuffed animal and a board game.”

Loki and Sylvie looked up from their list of scribbles and nodded in confirmation. 

As the day of the party came, Loki and Sylvie got dressed up in their fanciest dresses and had Mobius do their hair all fancy, with headbands covered in flowers and pearls. But the two refused to leave the home without a stuffed animal in their arms, a plus one, as Mobius called it. Loki had her Croki, and Sylvie took her pegasus, which she anxiously nibbled on the wings of during the whole car ride.

Loki opened the door of the apartment building and ran up the stairs as Mobius and Sylvie took time to actually get buzzed up. “Yeah, Loki’s on her way up already,” Mobius warned. “We’re right behind her though.”

He took Sylvie’s hand as he led her up the stairs, balancing the presents for Bucky underneath his other arm, thinking about how odd it was that she was so quiet and didn’t even yank his arm forward to get there sooner, but instead matched his leisurely pace. 

Little Loki arrived at the apartment and rang the bell, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet as she waited cheerfully. And soon, the door was opened to welcome her into the bustling apartment, filled with more life than she had ever seen. Granted, she had only seen it once. 

Almost every face there was a friendly one she knew well, aside from a couple of Sam’s relatives whom she hadn’t met. 

By the time the toddler began to explore her new environment, Mobius and Sylvie were greeting friends and setting presents on the gifts table. 

Loki ran back up to her daddy, interrupting the conversation he was having with Sam. “Daddy! Daddy come see! Come see this!” she breathlessly grinned. 

Sylvie, who had been waiting patiently by Mobius’ side, decided that whatever Loki had found was much more interesting than the adults and started to pull to follow her sister. 

“I gotta go see this,” Mobius excused himself to run after the girls and see what had excited them so much with the same amount of enthusiasm. 

Loki led him to the far side of the living area, where the space had been opened up to make room for a playspace for the littles, with a tiny fabric tipi and some blankets and pillows on the floor. 

Bucky and Scott were engrossed in a game of cards on the floor; different ones than Loki or Sylvie had ever seen, they had bright colors and big numbers or symbols on them. Some were black with a rainbow in the center.

“Can you deal us in?” Mobius asked, as Sylvie sucked on a pacifier and kept glued to his side. He was starting to notice she was always like this at parties, anxious and quiet and taking on a younger headspace, in this case, younger than Loki. 

Loki plopped down in a comfy spot in the circle, mostly just to see how much she could make her dress balloon out. 

She took up a hand of cards, and Mobius did too, instructing her on how to play and pointing out a couple of moves, but she didn’t much need them, quickly picking up the rhythm of the game as she watched the boys play. 

Mobius was the only adult to immediately volunteer to hang around the littles. 

Thor, was supposed to arrive a few minutes late (common for him at this point), Kate and Yelena were chatting but somewhat interested in the game, just unsure of when a good opportunity to get in on it would arise, and Sam hung around in the kitchen with a few of his relatives and Bruce, although he wasn’t cooking something; leaning over the breakfast bar in conversation just made things feel a little more official as a host. 

Cautiously, Sylvie began to explore the nearby environment, still trying to keep away from most interactions and have some kind of attachment to Mobius or Loki. After a scan of the nearby area, and realizing there weren’t many people she didn’t know there, she got up the confidence to sneak away and make herself a spot in the play tipi.

Mobius occasionally looked up to keep an eye on her as she touched the rounded pillows and tried to keep herself calm in the environment that she knew full well, in that rational part of her brain, should not be causing any distress because she was perfectly safe and cared for. 

 Scott won the game and Loki almost tackled him, with only Mobius pulling her off to make sure the poor boy didn’t get strangled. 

“That’s the play tent,” Bucky informed Sylvie while he reshuffled the cards and put them away. “What do you think about it?” 

Sylvie pet the doors of the shelter and inspected the fairy lights around the walls. 

“Pretty cool, right?” 

“Yeah, it nice,” Sylvie responded quietly around her pacifier. It was barely heard above the commotion of the four other conversations going.  

“Do you want to see the cool cake papa got me?” he asked, hoping to engage her more. 

He recognized that she wasn’t actually as small as she appeared, probably much closer to Loki’s age right now, just a bit overwhelmed. 

“Um…” she shifted back and forth and watched Loki and Mobius. “Sure,” she decided.

While they were gone, Loki finally got over her sore loser-ness as a familiar face was welcomed in through the door. 

“Tor! Tor!” Loki called, running over to her big brother. 

“Sorry I’m late. I had to pick up a present. Can you take me to the birthday boy?” he asked, as he set Loki down after rubbing noses with her. 

Sylvie poked up from the kitchen with Bucky next to her, “He’s here!” she told Thor, in a voice only slightly louder than her normal speaking volume. 

Thor set down his store-wrapped gift on the present table, which was starting to get full, and greeted Bucky by offering a hug or a handshake, being a bit vague to see which one the little would go for, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone (he had learned from being forced to be gentle with the littles under Mobius’ constant scrutinization).

Bucky gave him an excited handshake. “You should see my cake! It’s awesome!” The little bragged. 

“He’ll get to see the cake soon, lil bear. How about another game?” Sam asked, pausing his conversation with Bruce Banner. 

“Oh! Tor! Tent!” Loki remembered, yanking the sleeve of her older brother’s shirt to show him the little shelter. 

But by the time the littles had dragged Thor over, the tent had become occupied by girls. Ew! Girls! Loki and Sylvie both thought, sticking their tongues out, despite both being girls themselves. 

“We can be here!” Yelena defended herself, with a mouthful of appetizers and a small snack plate in her hand. 

Sylvie did not try to argue, just scooched between them, causing Yelena to overdramatically whine and give her a nudge back, and for Kate to scoot over, making room for the toddler who proceeded to attempt to steal some tortilla chips off of Yelena’s plate. 

“Hey, Sylvie, can we get our own plate of food? C’mon, I’ll help you,” Mobius coaxed. He called to Loki, too. But the littles were not easily distracted from their new common goal. 

“Please?”  Loki whined. “Wanna play!” 

Kate was the first to get up and move. 

“No… really? You’re backing down from that?” Yelena asked. 

“They’re just kids!” she whispered, “we can take it back later.”

“Fine,” Yelena responded performatively before moving and letting the littles show it to Thor. 

“Wow,” said Thor, crouching down by the door of the tent, looking into where the toddlers were sitting, “this is very cool.”

“Isn’t it?” Bucky asked as he tried to concoct a new game. 

Not everyone could fit into the tent at once, only three at most and that was cramped, so most of the littles had to play their games outside the tent, taking up most of the apartment in their pretend game of “wolf pack” that Thor seemed to find himself in the middle of, despite not really playing, and more just being there to supervise and make sure the littles didn’t hurt themselves. 

It went on for a long while until adult conversations wound down and Sam called everyone around for cake, which wasn’t very convenient as their table was only meant to seat four at the most, so many guests just stood, with the chairs being relegated to the littles and Bucky. 

Loki and Sylvie helped sing the happy birthday song as the cake was presented to Bucky, familiarized with the tradition from daycare. They were mesmerized by the fire and cheered when Bucky blew the candles out, impatient to get their hands on a slice as soon as possible while Sam and Mobius helped cut and plate it, handing pieces with ice cream on the side to the littles first, before getting to the adults. 

Loki happily chit-chatted with the other littles and her older brother and daddy as she ate, trying not to let crumbs fall out of her mouth as she grinned. But then there was a feeling. At first one which she simply recognized and let pass. It was a normal feeling. But then… wait… something wasn’t right. She was forgetting something. She looked down to check on the front of her dress, still dry, and then the spot on the chair beneath her, not so dry. 

The little girl began to hyperventilate and cry as she looked to Mobius, who had hardly sat down to eat. She barely got up the courage to stand and run to him, shaking nervously and hardly able to get a word out as she panicked and beads of hot liquid traveled down her legs. 

“Shit,” Mobius whispered aloud. But luckily, he knew Loki well, and had everything he needed for her at a second’s notice, and was quick to inform Sam about the accident, taking Loki to the bathroom to clean her up and help her get changed. She didn’t seem to mind the training pants and was more just happy to be allowed back to the party. A towel had been placed over her chair and there was a bleachy smell around it, but she was too consumed by the game that had begun while she was away to be embarrassed, quickly joining in “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” and almost winning if it wasn’t for her and Sylvie getting into a little bit of a tiff and needing to be taken aside before it could escalate. 

Mobius and Thor held Loki and Sylvie during present time like they were trying to restrain prisoners and were scared of the tots running away, or in the actual case of their restraint, afraid of them getting overly excited over the pretty new toys, or worse, jealous. But their grips relaxed as that didn’t happen, not much anyway, nothing more than the mutterings of “wow, that’s cool!” and the encouragement of “Open that one next, Bucky!” The littles instead fumbled with the wrapping paper and stuck discarded bows into their hair and onto Thor’s arms, even making other group members laugh the second that their arms were free from the grips around them. 

Afterwards, there was a bit of unstructured time left for the kids to play. 

Watching Bucky open up and explore some of his new toys with the rest of the group was awfully fun, especially when it came to a couple of the board games, which he opened up and tried to play, trying to have guests work in teams for games that only allowed up to four players until Sam suggested they try out a different game instead. Loki and Sylvie’s favorite was a silly card game called Apples-to-Apples. It’s focus on reading meant that Mobius sometimes had to help them, whispering the words to them when they showed him their cards. Well, to be fair, when Loki showed him her cards. Sylvie was more of the “play the card anyway” type and took the risk of getting laughed at.

Some of the pairings that were made, made the whole group of pre-to-elementary-school-headspaced littles roar with laughter and giggles over potty humor or words that simply sounded funny. 

Loki and Sylvie were very disappointed when Mobius began to pack up to leave. They had been having so much fun! How could he make them leave now? But, they soon noticed, Scott and Clint having the same reactions to their carers (or babysitters) packing up and saying their goodbyes, coaxing their littles to give Bucky a special birthday “good-bye” and leaving with a goodie bag of treats and a sad smile on their faces to go. 

[short-hot-stories]

Morning Sex With Maria

Reminiscing about a past tryst of amazing sex and orgasms.

by JackOfDiamonds. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

Full Title: My Most Powerful Orgasms : Morning Sex With Maria

I recall the "Wonder Years" of early adulthood, the time when I had graduated college, had an apartment of my own and my first real "career" job. It was an exciting time when the small struggles of independence had a feeling of freshness and fun.

It was the mid 90's - I doubt anyone living in that era would refer to it as simple. When I look back today I see there was a simple innocence to not maybe the time, but within myself.

I was working at a third shift Operations Center. The job was in the emerging tech field, yet like everything overnight there are busy times and slow times. The Center was functional, but was also a show piece for our technology built with mock-up settings of Airplanes, trains, and limousines.

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Every once in a while I would get a knock at my security door, and it would be a manager or executive bringing a date to show them the mock airline. I'll save those stories for another time...

I was young, the job was fun, yet socializing was tough since I moved to a new city and worked an overnight shift. I simply was not meeting anyone new.

Since the Center was such a cool place, when I would start my shift (around 8PM) there were usually a few employees hanging-out. My section was an area where smoking was permitted (yes believe it or not you could smoke in offices in the mid-90's), so people would naturally gravitate to my work area.

We were a young company with relatively young employees, several of my coworkers became my closest friends at the time. One night while we were sitting around one of the sales guys was asking me how my dating life was going, and I laughingly said it wasn't. He brought out a phone/newspaper/personals section from a local paper. I felt a little weird but with some coaxing I set-up an ad and a voice mailbox. I met a couple of women through the service, the odd part is that all the women I talked to said they were busy professionals. The two I met in person were attractive. The second of which became my girlfriend, and that's where this particular story will focus.

So I met Maria through the newspaper personals. We had been dating for a month, after talking on the phone to "get-to-know" each other for a week or so prior to dating.

I got into a groove where I would get to work around 8PM, establish order, knock out what I could immediately then Maria would call around 9PM before she went to bed. I was working Friday night into Saturday morning, and Maria wanted me to come over first thing in the morning. I would typically get out of work around 6AM, and hopefully there would be light morning rush hour traffic because it was the weekend. I would be driving towards the city, so sometimes it could be hit-or-miss on how long it takes to get to her place.

Maria lived in an apartment over a small row of shops. She had a couple neighbors but the place was always quiet, and calm. I liked going to her place after work because I could usually sleep well with little disturbances. However she made it clear to me that I would not be allowed to sleep when I got there.

This particular evening I called Maria around 9PM. She told me she was excited to see me in the morning, since it had been a long week for both of us and our schedules did not permit us to see each other (she worked a day shift). Maria had subtle ways of talking seductively, without being overtly "dirty", yet saying things in just the right way to get the blood rushing. She would use softly spoken expressions sometimes mixed with a blunt reality. Her voice was low, yet not husky, but always very sexy to me.

This call she told me that she was wearing my shirt to bed, and my scent was fading. She needed me to come over so she could bury her face in me. She told me she was excited to see me in the morning, and that I should call right before I leave so she knows when I may be getting there.

We hung up after our brief call, and I went about my work night.

During the night, knowing I would be going to Maria's I made a second pot of coffee. By the time my relief arrived, I was coffee wired. The solitude made for a weird physical feeling of being tired from the length of a long week, yet wanting nothing more than to be with Maria. I gave her a quick call. She was waking up while on the phone and told me to drive safe and she would be waiting.

I drove towards the rising sun, the traffic was a typical rush hour weekend. I made it to Maria's about 30 minutes after leaving the office. I was wired, I was tired, and I was horny. I walked quickly up the stairs to Maria's apartment, it was a quiet morning, and the sunlight was low, making the hallway glow.

I knocked on the door, Maria must have heard me coming up the stairs as the door started to open immediately as my knuckles left the door. Maria was wearing my shirt. It was a plain white t-shirt that draped her like a dress. Maria has an extremely small frame and was just under 5 feet tall.

Back before Shakira found international fame, she was a young dark haired beauty you would see on the local spanish speaking networks. I would often stop in my tracks, because she could have been Maria's twin.

Maria had a smile that was always like a smirk, and when she smiled it made my insides flutter, she looked up at me and softly said, hey.... (in her low alto seductiveness)

I swooped down and kissed her, with a passionate needy kiss that was returned with the same desire. I knew I wanted Maria, but being in her presence again lit me on fire! I couldn't pull my lips back from hers for even a moment. I pulled her up tight to me as I kept kissing her with a deep neediness - I was walking forward as she was walking backwards. We made it quickly through her living room and stopped when we hit her kitchen counter. I pulled her up and set her on the counter as I continued to roll my tongue in her mouth. Our kisses were so passionate they crept to the edge of looking violet, but always felt so reassuring, as her passion raged to the same height as mine.

As I kissed her, I pulled off her panties. And let them fall the the kitchen floor. I then reached around from letting my hand quickly move down her small soft patch of hair to her soft wet lips, I easily entered her with a soft slide of my first and second fingers into her. I loved the way Maria felt inside. She was soft and her wetness was slick and smooth. As I felt her excitement, mine was raging in my pants. I could feel my cock throbbing.

All the time we were kissing, sucking ravenously from our lips to our necks, back to our mouths. Maria unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. Her hand quickly grabbed my cock and was stroking me fast and hard. My cock was slick with my own precum, I couldn't control how my juices flowed for Maria. Our passion was boiling in the moment; I pulled her a little closer to me, so she was sitting on the very edge of the counter as I entered her. Mmmmm, I moaned as I felt her slick warmness engulf me, I held her close, and she held me tighter. Her moans were in rhythm with her breathing which was becoming shallow and fast.

Maria rapidly moved her hand off of me for a moment to pull off her shirt. She grabbed my shirt and pulled it off too. She pushed her bare chest against mine and I could feel her swollen nipples warmly against me.

I pulled her off of the counter, she was wrapped around me tightly with my cock still deep in her. I walked her from the kitchen, around the corner to her bed. I kicked off my shoes, and she started pulling my jeans down further. I manager to kick them off the rest of the way while still inside her, and still rocking and pumping. I could feel Maria getting wetter. She would get so wet and turned on I would feel slick from my belly button to my balls - It turned me on sooo much! I was so hard inside her as we kissed and sucked, I loved sucking Maria's lips, and her neck. II rolled my back as I flexed inside her, she pulled away to announce, "I'm coming!", followed by oh, oh, oh!

I kept rocking into Maria, I held her legs up a little higher as I pushed deep slowly riding through her orgasm. Usually I'm quick on the trigger with Maria, yet I can fuck through my refactory stage to get her off. Not today, the long shift and extra coffee had me wired. I kept rolling with her, she latched on to my nipple sucking it hard in her mouth as I plunged into her, and then it happened again, she announced, "I'm Cumming AGAIN!" with a long low ahhhhh, that followed.

I rode her orgasm, feeling her wonderful contractings on my throbbing cock, as she rolled her hips I looked down and seeing me deep in her was a magnificent sight.. She then stopped, and told me to roll off of her, so I did. I could tell she was racked with the sensation of her orgasms and tipping over the point of being over stimulated and needing a momentary break.

I laid on my back, and Maria rolled on me. She lowered her hand and mouth to my glistening cock. I'm an average sized man, yet Maria was tiny, her little hands made me look huge. The visual was amazing. At that moment she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. She held my cock and would make small little tugs with her hand as she sucked rhythmically on the top third. My head was in her mouth and the soft sensitive area just underneath was being rolled on by her tongue. Maria didn't bob her head when she went down, she would slowly lower and raise as she sucked, her hand would make small tugs upward as if she was trying to milk me into her mouth. And did that ever work!

I started to grunt "I'm gonna cum!" Maria started quickening the pace of her sucking and pulling, and with that I started to clench all over. My orgasm hit hard and felt like my body was a bass drum beating boom, boom, boom, with each pulse of the cum leaving my body. I couldn't see my orgasm as she kept tight to me sucking it down, the intensity was overwhelming, I clenched and felt like I was being electrified with intensity and pleasure. I could hear the beating in my ear with each jut of cum leaving me. The intensity of the pleasure grew so much, that after it felt as though I shot my final load, I had to pull Maria off of me. She fell on me, her hair on my arm, her lips on my chest, kissing my chest, and moaning in a low alto.

I laid there, feeling my pulse fast, as I rolled my fingers through her hair. We were both speechless. The morning was still quiet and glowing as I held Maria, drifting into a slow session of holding each other in complete satisfaction.

To date that was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever felt in my life. As Maria and I would reminisce she would often tell me her orgasms with me were the strongest she has ever had.  

by JackOfDiamonds for Literotica

[the-gnomish-bastard]

ANONYMOUS MAILBOX SCROLL

SPELL NAME: Spell of Detect IED

Detects all explosives not produced by a licensed manufacturer of weapons, including ones of a magical nature. Does not work in the following locations:

Airports and airplanes

Seaports and boats

Anywhere within 100 kilometers of a border of any kind

Within 10 feet of any motor vehicles classified as minivans, SUVs, or semitrucks

Inside any motor vehicles classified as SUVs, minivans or semitrucks

Outside of the mortal plane

I have no use for this. I already found my missing bomb and-

hey, wait, where’s the other one?