#i wish i had this damn show as a kid it’s so good gahhhh

[ellie-skellie]

vee is so cool i love her and masha they’re adorable

[willow-salix]

For the TAG asks - Questions 2, 18 and 20 with Alan & Gordon please 😊

Ok, lets do this.

2: Favourite minor character would have to be Conrad, I adore that baby so much, I just want to squish him and love him and feed him and tell him he's doing SUCH A GOOD JOB. He's smart, he's brave and he's just precious and gahhhh cinnamon roll.

18: I did watch TOS, soooo much. Things I wish they had kept in... hummm (my kid says John's bathrobe and Scott's bedhead but I say nope to that one). Ok, lets be serious for a moment.

- I would have liked to have seen Kayo have a slightly more Tin-Tin role in the engineering way. Purely because I love how they showed her as having brains as well as being pretty. I feel they might have gone a tiny bit the other direction with Kayo and made her so kickass and awesome in her own way, but I would have liked to have seen her show her intelligence in other ways than things related to flying etc.

- I wanted Penelope to have a more defined role outside of IR. In TOS they really played up her secret agent spy side but in TAG I felt they did too little with her. She tended to play more to the socialite side of things and I would have liked to have seen her doing more away from IR and the GDF. I'd have liked to have seen her with some more alter egos like Wanda Lamour and Gayle Williams.

- I would have liked to have seen more spy stuff, period. I love The Man From MI5 and 30 Minutes After Noon and their spy guys and would have loved to have seen an episode where Penelope and IR had to save a spy and the thing he was guarding or whatever.

- I'd also have liked to have seen more agents in it, like Jeremiah Tuttle and Sir Jeremy Hodge. Even if they had just been mentioned in passing.

20:

-Most afraid of the dark: Neither really, space is made of dark, as is the depths of the ocean. I'm sure both boys are fine with it, though I do headcanon that baby Alan didn't like it or storms.

- Putting off homework: Gordon, definitely Gordon. Alan is a good boy and while he sometimes wanted to ditch schoolwork for IR work he was still a good student, and damned clever with it.

- Going off grid for fun: Gordon. He'd want to go all woodsman or deserted island dweller. Alan couldn't bare to leave his games and live streams at home.

Reading Jane Austen in their spare time: Gordon. He knows that Penny used to love them when she was younger and that she still reads them at least once a year as a kind of comfort book. So he's reading them so he has a clue what she's blushing about when she talks about Mr Darcy...

Going to move off Tracy Island first: Alan, to go to college for at least a semester or two like a real teenager.

Secretly replacing Grandma's cooking: Both, one is look out and distractor extraordinaire , the other is the one actioning the old switcheroo. Scott was in on it too, he got the take out.

Taking all the family photographs: Gordon, but they are never the ones that Grandma would like to put in the albums. He takes the embarrassing ones, the ones with someone sneezing on their birthday cake or falling down a hill while on a family hike, the one that gets stuck in the slide at the waterpark, all those moments that they would probably love to forget, Gordon captured them all.

Planning a picnic for a sunny day: Gordon again. He likes to be outside and will happily take a picnic off down to the rock pools and spend all day down there helping out the creatures that wash up there and keeping an eye on their little ecosystems.

These were fun, thanks for the asks xx

[sherlollydramoine]

Merry XXXMas

Warnings: 18+ only. Okay so this gets filthy, but there is also a little bit of fluff...Language, unprotected sex (as always-wrap it before you tap it).

This is unedited so therefore all mistakes are mine.

This is for the anon on @free-rami​‘s page that wanted some XXXMas fanfiction for Rami. Here ya go, whoever you are, I hope this satisfies!

Word Count: 5,272

You weren’t looking forward to spending any time with your family around the holidays, as you didn’t have a great relationship with your family. Your older sister and brother were both very successful at what they did. One was a doctor the other was a lawyer, you know those jobs that are the epitome of the American dream and the respectable jobs that everyone considered “important.” Every family holiday was always the same. Being lectured on how you were the least successful of all of your siblings because you were a hair and makeup artist. Your career wasn’t worthy of note because it didn’t always pay the best, and couldn’t garner you much accolades. That is how your family defined success. 

Or it was until you were fortunate enough to work on a few very high profile jobs and started winning awards for your work. It was on your second high profile job that you ended up meeting your boyfriend. 

Rami was incredibly successful in his field, having won a ton of awards for his work, and your father absolutely loved him. You had successfully avoided having to bring him home with you for family holidays until your mom put her foot down and insisted. You had compromised and both of you agreed to go to dinner at your parents house on Christmas Eve. 

You had your reservations because your sister was a huge fan, and even though she was married that wouldn’t stop her from trying to flirt with him, and you were so nervous about it. Annabeth is quite a force to be reckoned with and has always gotten what she wanted, that’s why she was so successful as an attorney.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you were putting your earrings on. Anxieties running through your head, all the ‘what ifs’ and years of self-doubt.

“Hey babe, you almost ready?” Rami asked, with a soft smile on his face. You watch his eyes drink in your appearance as he put his hands on your hips to pull you close to him. He rests his head on your shoulder and tightened his grip on you. “I love you, you know that. If you are worried about your sister, don’t be. I only have eyes for you.”

“I know it’s just that-”

“Nonsense” he interrupted, placing a kiss to your temple. His hands at your waist 

“You are the best you know that? I love you so much. I wish we could just skip all the familial obligations we are burdened with today, and just stay here, preferably in bed while we worship each other.”

“Me too. But a promise is a promise. If we didn’t show something tells me that your mother would drive her ass all the way across town and drag us both out of bed.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you because it was true. If you didn’t show up today she would do exactly that. 

“Alright Rami, I’m done, how do I look?” you ask, as you do a small spin around the bathroom. 

“You look fucking fantastic. I can’t wait to see this dress on the floor later with you under me screaming my name.” he smirked, as he places a chaste kiss to your red tinted lips.

“We are such horn dogs. Animals. Isn’t that what Sami called us the last time he was here? In my defense I was also nearly a bottle of wine deep into the evening, and I have always had a hard time keeping my hands to myself around you. By the way you look ravishing yourself and you smell so good. I seriously want to say fuck it and stay here to fuck your brains out.” you said, as you turned your body to face him, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. Your hips pressing into his as you reach up to cup his face and capture his lips in a not so chaste kiss this time.

“Mmmmmm…” he hummed, clearly sharing in your line of thinking.

“Yes 'mmmmm’ is right babe. I want you so bad right now.” you whisper in his ear, your hands working their way down his body to cup him through the front of his dress pants.

He lets out a small whimper in response to your actions and his hips slightly buck into your hand and then he smirks devilishly against your mouth before his hand comes down on yours to gently remove your hand from his crotch.

“I know but we really should get going if we want to arrive close to the time we told your mom we would.” he replied, much to your chagrin. 

“Damn. I was hoping I could turn you on enough that you’d want to stay home.”

“Oh trust me baby, I’m really turned on right now, I’m hard as a rock, but a promise is a promise.” he winks as he had to adjust himself in his pants. 

“Ugh. You suck!” you stick your tongue out at him like a child.

He laughs,”Maybe, but you will definitely be sucking on something later.”

And God damn, if that statement didn’t make your panties nearly fly off your body.

The drive over to your parent’s house was bordering on torturous. He told you that you weren’t allowed to do anything about it, but his dirty talk in combination with the sexy natural huskiness of his voice was enough to nearly have you undone. 

“Can’t wait to see your beautiful eyes looking up at me as you suck my dick. Your lips stretched around me with your lipstick smeared all over your face and my cock. To watch your eyes nearly roll back in your head as I fuck you so hard you scream my name. And trust me, you will be screaming my name. I can’t wait to watch your body swallow my cock, to hear your moans filling the room, knowing that I’m the only one that ever gets to make you feel good.”

It took all the strength you had to not cum right there on the seats, your thighs rubbing together seeking some sort of friction.

“Fuck Rami, I’m soaked. We may have to go home just so I can change my outfit.” you whine, hoping that he’ll take the bait and turn the car around. 

“Nice try but it’s not happening.” 

You did the next best thing you could think of to try and incentivise him to turn around. You lift your hips and slide your panties down your legs, they were soaked, and when he stopped at a red light, you tossed them at him. You watch as they bounce of his gorgeous cheek and then land in his lap.

He raises a brow before he turned to you with a smirk,”You’ll pay for that.”

The wetness between your thighs just getting worse, and now you had no barrier to help hide the mess that you were making of yourself. 

“Gahhhh… I want you so fucking bad and you are...ugghhhh!! Why? Why are you so fucking stubborn?” 

His laughter loud as he reaches out to grab your hand. 

“You’ll get over it. A promise is a promise. What makes you think that I don’t want you just as bad right now anyway? I’m so turned on right now, and I really want nothing more than to pull over somewhere and fuck the shit out of you, but that is not in the cards for us at this moment in time. We have somewhere we absolutely need to be and we’re already late.”he informs you as his grip on your hand tightens. 

Less than fifteen minutes later you were pulling up outside your parent’s house and with a groan you force yourself out of the car. 

The inside of your parent’s house was a flurry of activity. Bodies moving in and out of the kitchen and a few kids running amuck in the house. Everyone in your family had already met Rami so there weren’t any awkward introductions that needed to be made. Offering to help your mom in the kitchen she gladly accepted. Rami tagged along just as eager to help even though your mom insisted that he go and hang out with guys.

You had no idea why Rami would offer to help in the kitchen but he follows orders well, so he was allowed to stay. All too quickly you ascertain exactly why he wanted to help so badly, and you kind of want to kill him for it, or at least fuck the shit out of him.

It starts casually as an ‘accidental’ touch here or there, a brush of your hands, but it escalates very quickly to full fledged groping whenever no one else was watching. The front of his body pressed against your back as he used the excuse that he needed to grab a dish out of the cupboard above your head. You seize the opportunity to grind your ass into his cock and he had to bite back a moan. 

His right hand ghosts its way down your body before settling on your hip where he firmly grips it and pulls you hard against him. The little shit has the audacity to begin to subtly thrust his hips against your ass, the reaction your body had to his almost caused you to drop the dish of mashed potatoes you were holding; biting your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood.

He leans down so that his mouth is about a centimeter from your ear, he whispers,”You are so sexy in that dress, I can’t wait to take it off of you in a few hours. I can’t wait to give it to you so good you won’t walk right tomorrow.”

You respond by turning your body around and capturing his lips in a searing kiss, your hips grinding into each others, soft moans leaving both of you, as your hands start roaming all over each other’s bodies. Both of you for a second completely forgetting where you are until you hear a voice that nearly makes your heart stop.

“God damn YN why the fuck would you do that in here?” you sister Annabeth complained.

“Fuck off Annabeth.” 

You pulled Rami closer as you bucked your hips into his, letting out a slightly over dramatic moan, as you continued to dry hump him against the kitchen counter. As it turns out, Rami is all for this game that is being played. Neither of you giving a fuck in this moment who sees what.

His lips find that sweet spot on your neck and you let out a whimper, as he sucks a mark into the tender flesh.

“YN, now everyone will know you are mine, just as I am yours.”

“God you two are fucking disgusting.” Annabeth complained again.

“And why are you still standing there? Doesn’t that make you feel like a perv for watching?” you pointed out. 

Just then your mom re-entered the kitchen and announced that it was time to serve dinner. The three of you were instructed to carry the various components of dinner to the formal dining room, which the three of you did without complaint.

Once everything was on the table and everyone had taken their seats at the table conversation quietly began before your dad had announced that he was going to say a prayer. Everyone held hands, except you and Rami because his left hand was resting on your thigh, his fingers ghosting upwards towards his target.

 His fingers find your core easily, and very quietly he says “fuck your soaked.” Slowly he inserts one then two fingers and starts to really move his hand. Your hips start to move against his hand and given how worked up you’ve been since you’d left home, you had to bite your tongue to stop the moan that threatened to leave your lips. His ministrations were so purposeful and skilled that it only took you a few minutes to feel your orgasm building to you nearly falling over the edge. You were so distracted enjoying the bliss you experiencing, trying not to make yourself obvious,you were unable to hear your father finish up the prayer.

Rami playful nudged you and realized why so you open your mouth, “Ahhh.. ahhh.. Amen.” you half moan, half stutter out.

His fingers still working you so deliciously, your body moments away from orgasm, you lean over and nip his ear before whispering,”Sinner.” His lips boldly find yours in the nick of time because he was able to swallow your quiet cries of pleasure and no one in your family was any wiser, except maybe your sister who looked as if she’d swallowed something bitter.

As dinner progressed and most of the adults were two or three glasses of wine deep, conversations became more interesting. Your sister was trying to engage Rami in conversation and trying not to get irritated with her attempts to flirt, while her husband sat oblivious next to her. He always has this amazing ability to handle everything with such grace, that he is easily able to deflect. Your stomach was full, your body warm with happiness and alcohol, and you start to watch Rami’s mouth when he speaks.

Your body already warm started to heat up, and you had started to rub your thighs together, when a thought popped into your head. He had you undone earlier, maybe it was your turn to repay the favor. 

You scoot your chair closer to Rami’s and you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm automatically snaking its way around you. Your man is so beautiful that you can’t take your eyes off of him. The way his jaw and mouth move when he speaks, his ocean colored eyes bright, and his smile. God you wanted him so bad and when he looked down at you, he could clearly see the mischief in your eyes. You attempt to move your body closer to his, and he allows it, as you try to melt into him. 

Trying to be subtle, you start moving the hand closest to his body along his thigh, just feather light touches over the fabric of his dress pants. His conversation never stops as a few of your cousins had some questions for Rami. They were always the same kind of questions he usually gets but he never failed to give them a great answer. He shifts his hips under your hand, as you actually start to massage him through his pants, relishing in the way his body is so reactive to your touch. You just smile up at him, trying to look innocent as you hand finds its way to his belt. Your fingers begin the process of undoing his belt and opening his dress pants, as you slide your warm hand into his pants. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from making any noise as you grip him, sliding your thumb across his slit and coating his cock with his pre-cum, as you slowly move your hand up and down his cock. His hips shift again, as you work him, while wearing a smirk, hoping that he could maintain his conversations. 

His grip on your waist tightens as he fights to keep from making any noise, with your family still milling about, you were working him hard and fast, hoping to make this quick when your mom walks in and announces that it was time for presents.

Both of you let out a frustrated groan, as your eyes meet his. All you could do was shrug as you kept working him, “We’ll be there in a minute mom. Go ahead and start without us.”

Never once stopping what you were doing, your family files out of the formal dining room and gathers in the large living room. Feeling bold since everyone had left the room, you waste no time pulling him completely out of his pants, and begin to really work him. Not wanting to have to clean up the mess you slide out of your chair and onto your knees in front of him. 

He lets out a little gasp of shock as he sits back and watches you work. 

Taking him into your mouth, working him with your tongue as your hands begin to massage his balls. Looking up at him through your lashes you observe him biting his lip, forehead covered in a light layer of sweat, his eyes screwed shut, one of his hands ends fisting itself in your hair as his hips began to buck up, pushing himself further into your mouth. 

“Yessss baby… yess.. M’so close… yess.. Oh god baby your mouth… fuck... im gonna…..“ he cries out, just as you feel his hot cum down the back of your throat. 

Allowing him a few to come back down from his temporary high, you just sit on your knees between his legs, on the hardwood floor of your parent’s formal dining room.

His grip on your hair loosens and you casually stand up smoothing your dress over your hips. You lean forward and capture his lips for a sweet kiss. His hands reaching out for you before he pulls into his lap

“YN, I love you so much. That was hot, and thank you.” he says, his forehead pressed to yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as you just stare into each other's eyes for a few minutes, until your sister Annabeth decides to come barging in and yelling at you to hurry the fuck up.

Annabeth stops in her tracks and just looks shocked before her face screws up into disgust. “Seriously YN?! I can’t believe you, I expected better -”

“You know what Anna-Just shut the fuck up! Just stop! I’ve had enough of your fucking mouth. Just because you are bored with your life, because you did what our parents wanted you to do and didn’t follow your passions, you can stop being a fucking cunt to me. You are one of the main reasons I never come visit. You are just jealous because I followed my dreams, ended winning awards for my talents, and landed my dream man; you are stuck in a loveless, sexless marriage and working a job you have no passion for. For the love of God, just leave me alone. I don’t need your commentary on everything I choose to do in my life. So what, I got horny, and I just sucked my boyfriend off under the dinner table after Christmas dinner, how does my decision directly affect or hurt you?” you spat, trying to keep your voice low. You didn’t want to draw the rest of your family to the dining room.

Anna just looked shocked as she spun on her heel and rushed out of the dining room.

Rami still sitting in his chair with you in his lap, just wrapped his arms around your briefly and murmured how proud he was of you in your ear, the fingers of his left hand coming up to card through your hair, and his right hand resting on your back holding you close. He knew that your sister was always the most critical of you and you had shared with him that you suspected it was just because she was jealous. 

Your mom entered the dining room again and stood observing the two of you. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she quietly said, “Look I know you two are very much in love and it is really hard to keep your hands to yourselves, but if you could please get yourselves put back together and join the rest of us for presents. The littles are mostly done opening all their stuff and we’d love for all of the adults to be actually in the room for the gift exchanging.”

As soon as your mom walks away both of you descended into a fit of giggles. You climbing off his lap as he tucked himself back into his pants. You leaning in to help him refasten his pants and belt. Both of you peppering each others faces with small kisses. 

“God baby I want to just say ‘fuck it’ and fuck you right  on your parent’s dining room table.”

“Yessssss…. God I want you to so badly, but you heard my mom. She WILL come back here every three minutes until we join them.”

Once you were both satisfied that you both had readjusted, retucked, and smoothed yourselves out you made one last stop to take a look in the mirror in the dining room for a final check.

“Oh my God Rami my lipstick!”

He just laughs out loud and grabs a napkin from the pile that had been left on the buffet. He gently wipes the smeared lipstick off and even though it may have made the rest of your makeup a little splotchy you didn’t care. 

“Don’t worry about reapplying it right now love. Let’s just get out there.” Rami says with a smile, as he grabs a hold of your hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

Finding that there was only one spot left to sit you told Rami to sit on the couch, while you sat just below him between his legs. Your dad acting as ‘Santa’ and handing out everyone’s gifts while the children ran around playing with their new toys.

After all the gifts have been opened and everyone’s stuff was neatly stacked in piles by the front door, everyone headed back into the formal dining room for dessert. Of course your mom had gone all out, you felt it was partially to impress Rami at his first family Christmas with you; she’d made eight different kinds of pies, two traditional Christmas desserts, cake with ice cream, and a giant bowl of homemade whipped cream.

“Mom that’s enough to feed four times as many people as we have here right now.” you point out.

She shrugs and just smiles, “More for you kiddies to take home and enjoy later.”

You took over for your mom trying to give her a break, serving everyone up their chosen desserts before choosing your own and taking your seat next to Rami. The wine everyone had consumed earlier was really showing now. People’s bodies were much more relaxed, and conversation flowed much easier than it had earlier. Rami had his chair pulled close to the table deeply engrossed in a conversation with your brother, between bites of his dessert. Your chair was angled toward his with your feet currently resting in his lap, as you leaned back barely touching your dessert.

You were resting your head against the back of your chair just watching Rami talk. He’s so animated, especially when he’s really passionate about something, his body really comes alive while he speaks. His hands gesturing wildly as he continues on about whatever, before you feel his left hand come to rest on your calf. 

His fingers lazily drawing little patterns on your skin, which instantly causes your body to shudder, your flesh now covered in goosebumps. His conversation showing no signs of slowing but he does turn his head towards you give you a smile. That smile, the smile, as his fingers continue moving against your skin. You pull your leg away from his body, and he shoots you a look of confusion, before he realizes what you are doing. 

Standing up, you set your dessert plate on the table, and slide your chair across the floor closer to his, your chair still angling towards him. You drape your right leg over his lap this position leaving your body very open to whatever he has planned.

His fingers resume their little dance across your leg, as they slowly make their way up to the apex of your thighs. As soon as they’ve reached their intended destination he wastes no time, his fingers finding your clit, and with a flick you let out a little squeak and nearly fall out of your chair. 

He shoots you a look of mock concern, as he continues moving his fingers. He only stops to pull his fingers away from your clit for just a quick second so that he could adjust his position in his chair, as a couple of his fingers slide their way into your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit again. 

You were biting your lip to keep from letting out a loud moan, as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, before he curled his fingers into a 'come hither motion inside of you. Hitting your g spot and instantly sent you over the edge. As you open your mouth to let out a scream, he shoves a forkful of his pie into your mouth. Staring at him in wide eyed shock, you end up moaning around the pie in your mouth, as you clench around his fingers, your orgasm a small but powerful one.

A few members of your family look at your a bit curiously before the little shit opens his mouth instead,”She really likes pie. I can’t say I blame her, it’s really delicious.”

You watch him as he leans forward and licks the corner of your mouth, before he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks his fingers clean.

“Jeez YN, you really are a messy eater, aren't you?” he grins.

“The messiest baby, the messiest.” 

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear again. 

“Wanna get out of here? I can’t wait to get you home and finally out of that dress. I want my cock buried in you within the next hour or I might combust.”

You slowly nod your head as stand up to prepare to start saying your goodbyes to your family. Your dad helping you to carry some leftovers and your gifts out to the car. A few more hugs and kisses later, you two were finally in the car headed home.

“God Rami, I want you so bad. This has been a long afternoon and evening- I just want you to fuck me so bad. I’m feeling insatiable, a little slut just for you.”

His laughter loud in the car as he beams at you.

“I’m feeling the same way my love, trust me though. I’m going to give it to you so good when we get home. Oh, your panties in my pocket, they still aren’t dry.”

Your mouth almost hits the floor as you had completely forgotten about your panties, or rather lack of.

Holiday traffic was surprisingly light and you made it home in record time. That could have been because Rami was driving well over the speed limit and he may have run a red light or two in his own eagerness to get you home so that he can ravish you the way he was absolutely dying to.

He was insistent that at least you bring the food that your mom had sent home with you into the house before you took off towards the bedroom. Since he’s the one that had the food you beat him there, and was in the process of trying to pull your dress off when you felt him come up behind you.

His hands grasped your zipper and slowly lowered it, sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders, silently watching your dress pool at your feet. Stepping out of your shoes you turn your body to face him. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your face. Your lips meet and the kiss started softly but quickly turned into a deep passionate one, his fingers in your hair. Your body always responsive to his, your hands on his hips pulling him closer to you. Feeling his erection straining against his pants, you find your fingers fumbling to undo his belt in your haste to have him fuck you as he had promised earlier in the afternoon. 

He pulls your hands away and sheds his clothing at lightning speed, his cock bouncing as it was finally freed for only the second time today from the constraints of his pants. 

The hungry look on his face had your pussy quivering with excitement as his hands shove you hard causing you to stumble and land on your back on your mattress. You two had had enough teasing today and you were both eager to just finally be able to join as one. 

His body slinking up yours between your open legs, he takes himself in his hand as guides himself to your entrance. Letting out your first unrestrained moan of the day as he slides himself into you until he is bottomed out. He looks down and watches himself disappear into you, before he pulls back and almost completely out of you, then slides himself back into you. His breathy moan was so hot that you involuntarily clenched around him and he hissed. 

“Keep that up baby and I won’t last more than five seconds.”

“God Rami, fucking move. I can’t take this anymore, I just want you to fuck me. Make me scream like you promised.”

He says nothing but he slams himself into you hard and you did scream. His hips slamming into yours hitting your G spot every time, and with each thrust of his hips you claw at the sheets. Rami’s large hands find their way to your hips, his grip bruising as fucks into you at a brutal pace.

Your breath coming in short ragged pants, as you bring your hands up to his neck trying to hold on as he fucks you hard. Your legs acting on their accord have wrapped themselves around his waist, which subtly changed the angle, and you can feel yourself already rushing towards an orgasm.

Incoherent ramblings spilling from your lips as he continues to fuck you, your head thrown back, fingers clawing at his shoulders when you feel that pleasure starting in the pit of your stomach. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk…..yesssssssss…. Godddddddd yessssss…. Ramiiiiiiii...  I’m gonna… oh fuck… RAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” you scream as your walls clench and unclench around his cock. 

Screaming his name out, you feel his hips begin to slow as he follows you into O-Town, your name being the only thing leaving his lips, as his eyes were screwed tightly shut. You can feel his warm essence spill into you, his hips still moving as he rides out his orgasm.

You both collapse back onto the bed, chests heaving, tightly wrapped in each others arms. Your right hand coming up to card your fingers through his sweat soaked hair, as your lips find his for a soft kiss, with you both pressed forehead to forehead. 

“God baby I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” was his response. 

“Merry Christmas my love. I hope you had a great day today, because I know I did.” you smile softly at him your face now buried in his chest, as his fingers run down your back lazily drawing little patterns over your sweaty skin.

“Me too. We still have to go spend Christmas with my family tomorrow though. Are you prepared for that?” he asks, voice tinged with amusement. 

“Well if it is anything like today, I’m sure I’ll be just fine.” you half heartedly laugh out. 

“I’m sure arrangements can be made, though I’m not sure my brother would appreciate it.”

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Terry Jeffords

Why I like them: I love how he's so strong yet so gentle!! If I worked at the Nine-Nine I'd be like Jake and just constantly run into his arms so he'll catch me bc that just seems like a great way to spend the day crimes what crimesWhy I don’t: I don't like Terry Jeffords because I LOVE Terry Jeffords haha loophole bitches I love him because he cares so deeply about his detectives and he's seriously like their nurturing mom and he's just filled with so much goodness in his heart?? He's a great dad and husband like wow 1000000% and he's also really funny and makes me laugh. I love Terry Jeffords. (ALSO HE CAN ART SO GOOD I LOVE THAT)Favorite episode (scene if movie): ummmm hmm I've never really thought about this?? Like I love terry in Beach House a lot he was so chill and I loved his robe!! Favorite season/movie: GAHHHH IDK everything just blends together there are great Terry moments in every season so!!!!Favorite line: DAMN ROSA haha I'm not sure?? This is what I first thought when I read this so imma follow my gut. I just love Rosa casually doing awesome/scary stuff whilst Terry is amazed/terrified because of her yes they are very important to meFavorite outfit: SUSPENDERS I just love that article of clothing he always has on I love how he thinks belts r dum and suspenders rule!!OTP: if by OTP you mean one tru PARENT then Jake and Terry!! Bc Holt is pretty obviously a father figure for Jake but like... Terry kinda is too?? Or at least an older brother figure lmao. Although tbh "I wanna be you when I grow up" (said by Jake, a man well into his 30s) pretty much convinces me enough that Terry is a father figure for Jake too. Jake needs a lot of dads to make up for his actual, crappy dadBrotp: as much as I wanna say everyone I think that's kinda annoying at this point?? Like I gotta chill. But obviously if you want me to pick a single brotp you're just kidding yourself lmao. So in no particular order- Terry and Holt, Terry and Rosa, and Terry and Gina. Terry and Holt go way back and they've worked together before. Also they're kinda like parents of this odd detective squad filled with children that they have to grow and nurture and it's wonderful. Terry and Rosa? "DAMN ROSA" that's all you need m8 there's a brotp right there. Terry and Gina are great bc sometimes Terry doubts Gina but each time she just shows him that she is right and amazing and Gina actually encourages Terry and assures him that he's a good leader that can get things done just like Holt either directly (by encouraging him when he had to be acting captain when Holt got the mumps) or indirectly (the environment thingy where they had to reduce energy consumption and Gina went against him and let him win so he could feel good about himself) Head Canon: Terry takes up a quarter of the fridge space because of how much yoghurt he consumes (sorry I'm coming up empty rn)Unpopular opinion: why must I have oneA wish: that Terry lives a full life and he stays his happy self An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: they stop making yoghurt 5 words to best describe them: Nurturing, Protective, Kind, *jake voice* buuuuuuufffff jaaaaacccckkked, and also Attentive (he takes note of a lot of things about the detectives and the nine nine like remember the efficiency thing) My nickname for them: Terry Bear!! Or Terry Berry!! Send me a character and I'll answer these questions!!