#in good hands

[your-divine-ribs]

In Good Hands Part 1

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Yet another AU! // Doctor/patient to lovers ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: no smut in this part as such but a very embarrassing and inappropriate reaction to a medical examination 😂

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"Mrs Parker."

You feel your gut clench as the receptionist calls a name, a small exhale of relief leaving you when it's not yours, your hands twisting, clenched in your lap. You shift in your seat, smoothing your short dress down over your thighs.

You're nervous, really nervous. Going to the doctors any time is bad enough, but this appointment had been really difficult to make. Every time you'd drummed up the courage to key in the number you'd ended the call before it had connected, but after yet another upsetting incident last week you'd finally come to the conclusion that enough was definitely enough.

You were in your twenties and had never had an orgasm, and it wasn't just that. Sex was downright uncomfortable, even painful at times. You'd had a few sexual partners, all of them steady relationships apart from one impulsive one-night stand a few years before, and bizarrely that particular encounter had been the closest that you'd ever come to feeling anything remotely resembling sexual satisfaction. For a long time you'd told yourself that you just hadn't met the right man yet and therefore you'd not felt comfortable enough to let yourself go, but recently you'd started to convince yourself that something was horribly wrong, that maybe you were damaged in some way. A hurtful comment from your latest boyfriend, something along the lines of "at first I thought you were just a frigid bitch, but now I know there's definitely something wrong with you" had been your breaking point. You'd slapped him hard and ordered him out of your bed and out of your life, but that hadn't solved everything. Now you were just unsatisfied and lonely, but you couldn't even think about getting back into the dating game until you'd had your health checked out and your confidence restored.

So here you are in the doctor's office, waiting nervously for your name to be called, hoping that you aren't wasting your kindly doctor's time.

"Miss Y/L/N."

Your heart skips a beat as the receptionist calls your name, her eyes scanning the waiting room until they come to rest on you as you reluctantly get to your feet.

"Hello there, Dr McCann will see you now," she says, indicating to the corridor behind the desk. "It's the last office on the right. Just walk all the way down to the end, past the bathrooms. You'll see the name on the door."

But you aren't listening to her directions, you'd stopped the moment you'd heard the unfamiliar name, nerves gripping you.

"But I didn't book my appointment with Dr McCann, I booked it with Dr Price, my usual doctor. I always see her."

A small frown creases the receptionist's forehead. "I'm sorry dear but Dr Price isn't in this week. She was taken ill, it was all rather sudden. But don't worry, you'll be in good hands with Dr McCann, he's very good. He's newly qualified and just moved to the area."

Your nerves increase, your chest feeling tight. "He...?"

She smiles reassuringly. "Oh yes, he's a man, but don't let that worry you. He's very friendly, very professional... you'll see."

And with that she's gesturing to the corridor behind then looking back down at her computer screen, effectively dismissing you. You stand for a moment, hesitating, contemplating turning around and walking right back out the door, but you reason with yourself that now you've plucked up the courage to actually make the appointment you should just go through with it, knowing that if you walk out now you might never come back. So you take a deep breath, trying to clear the worries out of your mind and start down the corridor as instructed.

"Come on in."

The voice emanates from behind the closed door as you timidly knock, and you grasp the handle, pushing the door open as you step through into the room.

You aren't sure what you're expecting from this male doctor who you've never met, but the man who's sitting behind the desk certainly isn't it. He's young, much younger than you imagined, with stunning pale blue-green eyes and a friendly smile on his full pink lips. His hair falls forward on to his face as he gets up from his chair and he pushes it back with a hand as he offers his other hand to you to shake in a greeting.

"Hello, I'm Dr McCann. I'm really sorry your usual doctor couldn't be here, but hopefully I'll do as a replacement!"

"Hi..."

You smile and take his hand which he firmly shakes before gesturing to the seat across the desk from him. Fuck... he's attractive. Really attractive. Nervous butterflies take flight in your belly at the notion of sitting here and telling him all of your intimate worries. You can already feel your cheeks warming at the thought and you haven't even started yet.

"So... Miss Y/L/N..."

"Oh you can call me Y/N," you say quickly, taking a seat.

The doctor grins back at you, his handsome face lighting up in a way that sends a warm glow through you.

"Great... Y/N it is then, and if we're on first name terms you can call me Van. So what can I do for you today?"

Shit... here goes...

You shift in your seat, pulling on the neckline of your dress which feels like it's sticking to your skin. All of a sudden the small office seems too hot, stifling in fact. You wonder whether Van can sense your discomfort. He looks on, a sympathetic expression on his face.

"Well... it's just... err... god this is embarrassing..."

His smile widens. "I know certain things can be... sensitive, but really, you don't need to worry. I've not been at the practice for long but I've already heard it all! Come on, don't be shy, I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

You realise that you're absentmindedly chewing the edge of your thumb, a nervous habit that you've not managed to kick since childhood and you quickly drop your hand to your lap, fiddling with the hem of your dress instead.

"Oh... errr... well now I'm here I feel like I'm probably just wasting your time."

His grin's replaced by a serious expression and he leans over the desk towards you, shaking his head. "Don't say that. If something's bothering you enough to make a doctor's appointment then it's certainly not a waste of my time."

"I just don't know where to begin..."

His smile's back. Gosh he has such a beautiful smile, warm and open. You'd probably feel right at ease if you weren't about to launch into an explanation of your humiliating problems.

"How about at the beginning? That's usually a good place to start."

Just spit it out Y/N... the longer you drag this out the worse it will be...

"Okay..." You swallow deeply, chewing your bottom lip for a second as you search for the right words. "Well... I've been having some... errr... discomfort... when I... you know... when I'm... with my boyfriend..." Then you add quickly, "well, ex boyfriend as of last week."

You giggle awkwardly, looking at the doctor with pleading eyes, hoping that he might pick up the inference in your words without you having to spell it plainly out to him.

You're in luck as you see realisation flood his features and he sits back in his chair, eyebrows raised slightly.

"You mean when you're having sex?"

Just hearing the word coming from his mouth sends a shock of heat through your body and you feel yourself squirm in your seat, cheeks glowing with embarrassment.

"Yes," you reply, and to your horror it comes out like a squeak. You quickly clear your throat. "Uh-huh, that's right."

He nods slowly, eyes fixed on you as you feel your temperature rising, sure you'll combust at any minute if he doesn't talk soon.

"Is it painful?"

His question brings you around a bit. "Yeah... sometimes... a little."

His brow furrows then, full of concern. "And has it always been like this... with other partners? Do you feel any pleasure at all?"

Oh god, this is excruciating...

"No, not really, well maybe a little... only once though, but not much. Not enough to... well, you know... to come. In fact I never have."

You cut off abruptly, cringing internally at what you've just admitted. He really didn't need to know that much detail.

"My ex said there was something wrong with me!" You blurt, trying to cover up your embarrassment. "That's actually why I'm really here."

Van looks shocked at your outburst, his face creasing in distaste. "He really said that? It sounds like he's better off as an ex." He leans forward again, hands spread out on the desk in front of him. They're beautiful hands and you can't help but study them as he talks. "Look Y/N, it's highly likely that the problem doesn't lie with you but with your ex. If he didn't take the time to learn what you like, how to treat you well, how to please you, then it could well make things uncomfortable... painful even.”

That figures, but it doesn't account for you never climaxing. Your mind drifts to the nights that you'd tentatively explored your own body, fingers nimbly working over your clit, trying to elicit some sort of pleasurable sensation. It hadn't worked, not once. Maybe you were a frigid bitch after all, just like your ex had branded you.

Van carries on talking, straight-faced and not reacting at all to your obvious embarrassment.

"You can buy things to help make things more comfortable, lubricants I mean. Any pharmacy will stock them..." He pauses, his tongue darting out to swipe over his bottom lip before continuing. "Of course you might not need that if you're properly aroused."

Your cheeks darken even further and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling heat there. Here you are complaining about not feeling any pleasure with six years of sexual partners and one complete stranger is making your body do all sorts of inappropriate things without even trying.

His face cracks into a sudden grin, lightening the atmosphere. "There's no need to be embarrassed talking about this kind of thing. It's only natural after all, but it should be enjoyable for you. That's really important."

"Okay," you nod, watching as he gets to his feet, assuming that your appointment's over. You start to rise up too, mumbling a thank you, but Van cuts you off.

"Well, I said that's likely the cause, but we don't know for sure. I'd like to examine you if that's okay... just to check that there's nothing serious causing the discomfort."

Oh fuck...

Your throat immediately tightens as you stand still, frozen in shock. Of course you'd originally assumed that your appointment would involve some sort of physical examination, but the thought had gone completely out of your head whilst you'd been distracted by your gorgeous new doctor. And now it comes back to slap you full on in the face, your mortification at imagining Van taking a place between your spread thighs whilst you lay exposed to him on the examination bed.

It's a horrifically embarrassing thought... but fuck does it also turn you on.

In your mind's eye there's a very different scene taking place. Van hovering over you, planting hot, wet kisses all over your neck, trailing down your body until he reaches his goal. His head between your legs whilst you bury your fingers in his hair, grinding against his face until you fall apart, a moaning, whimpering mess...

"Is that okay?"

His voice wrenches you out of your sordid thoughts and you smile awkwardly, walking over to the narrow bed as he gestures to it, telling you to remove your underwear and get comfortable and he'll be right back. Then he leaves the room.

Get comfortable? Your whole body's on fire, your head light, your heart thundering in your chest so hard that you feel faint.

You can do this Y/N... just lie back and close your eyes... pretend that you're somewhere else entirely. It'll all be over in a few minutes and you'll never have to see Dr McCann ever again...

So you kick off your shoes and slip off your panties, balling them up and shoving them under your jacket which you've slung on to a nearby chair. Then you get on to the bed, swinging your legs up and hitching up your dress, covering your modesty with the thin sheet that's been left draped over the bed. You don't have to wait long until the door opens and you don't even turn your head as Van makes his way over, focussing instead on a blemish on the ceiling, willing the experience to be over quickly.

"Right... let's take a look then shall we Y/N?"

You screw your eyes shut then, surreptitiously wiping your clammy palms on the sides of your dress, your insides doing somersaults as Van draws back the sheet. Your legs are bent at the knee but firmly clamped together. All you can think of is how you'll look to Van with your legs spread wide. You've just been sitting there claiming that you derive no pleasure from sex, yet any moment now you'll be opening your legs for him and he'll be able to see exactly how turned on you are. There won't be any mistaking it, you can feel the wetness between your legs. You're practically dripping all over the bed.

"Just spread your legs for me... that's it..."

Hearing him say those words just makes things even worse. Your core is on fire as you feel his hands on your knees, gently easing your legs apart. You let them fall to the side, the cool air of the office a relief on your hot skin. You just lie there, tensed and coiled, waiting...

Hold on, did he just let out a quiet sigh...?

Whatever it was he disguises it with a cough, and you hear him step back. "I... errr... I just realised I don't have any gloves... I'll be right back..."

"It's fine... you don't need to wear them... in fact I'd prefer it if you didn't..."

What the fuck are you saying?

Van comes into view, looking down on you. You're surprised to see that his face looks flushed, or maybe you're just imagining things. Maybe it's the reflection of your own burning cheeks.

"To be honest I'd rather not, but it's standard procedure," he tells you. "But if you really don't want me to..."

You don't want him to wear gloves. You'd studied his hands when they were spread on the desk. Large, broad hands with long, supple fingers. Even then you were imagining how they'd feel on your skin, smoothing down over your hips, tweaking your nipples, sliding inside you.

"I really don't want you to," you murmur, quickly averting your eyes from him, focussing on the ceiling once again as he moves away.

You suddenly realise how quiet the office is and you wonder if Van can hear your heartbeat. It's pounding so hard that you can hear the blood gushing in your ears. Any moment now you're going to feel his hands on you. You're so tense that you're trembling slightly but you can't stop.

"Okay... just relax..."

You screw your eyes shut tight...

Then there's the sensation of a probing finger lightly pressing against your entrance before sliding inside you, slow and tentative, gentle. It's certainly not done in a sexual manner but your whole body reacts and you feel yourself clenching around him, an involuntary loud and very sensual moan leaving your lips without warning.

Oh fuck... did you really just moan like a whore in the middle of your doctor's office whilst he was examining you?

Van withdraws his finger from you in an instant and you just lie there in shock, paralysed by your mortifying embarrassment, wishing the ground would literally open up and swallow you whole. You snap your legs shut quickly, debating whether to sit up and face him or continue lying there, hoping that your shameful outburst might be ignored. But how can it be? There was no mistaking that you were voicing your pleasure. None at all.

There's silence for a moment, then you hear Van clear his throat. His voice sounds strained when he speaks. "Errr... was that... umm... did you feel any pain? Any discomfort?"

And then it's like your brain completely disconnects from your mouth, the words tripping off your tongue before you've even had chance to formulate a response.

"No... it was good... it felt so good..."

Silence again. You resist slapping your hand across your mouth to prevent further damage, backtracking instead to try and claw back some dignity.

"I mean it didn't hurt, not at all. Not one little bit."

You can see Van now in your peripheral vision as he starts to step over, and all of a sudden he's looming over you, an awkward smile on his lips, a wary look in his eyes. He's definitely blushing, you can see it now, and it makes your own cheeks glow even more.

"To be honest, I don't think there's anything physically wrong with you. Your body seems very... err..." He pauses, trying to find the right word "...responsive."

That's one way to put it.

"So you think it's all in my head?"

"I think maybe you're putting too much pressure on yourself. Not relaxing, over-thinking things. You need to learn what you like... what feels good."

"And how am I supposed to learn that?"

You sit up then, drawing your dress down over your thighs, swinging your legs around so they're dangling over the side of the bed. He pulls on the collar of his shirt, unfastening the top two buttons like he's finding it restricting. You see a tuft of dark chest hair and wonder what he'd look like minus the shirt.

"Well, maybe it would be a good idea to find out by yourself first... before you try with a partner."

"You mean... by touching myself?"

You look up at Van through your lashes, coyly. He's clearly flustered even though he's trying his hardest not to show it. This should deter you but it actually has the opposite effect, spurring you on despite your embarrassment. You want him. You really want him. You want to feel what those hands are capable of. And you think he wants you too. He's trying his hardest to be professional, but his eyes betray him. The hunger pooling there is unmistakable. He's probably picturing you right now, legs spread wide on the bed, pleasuring yourself.

"Uh-huh," he nods quickly, glancing down to where your hands are resting on your thighs, your fingers toying with the hem of your dress.

"I've tried, but it doesn't work. Maybe I'm doing it all wrong."

You slide the thin fabric up your thighs slightly, keeping your eyes on Van, gauging his reactions. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows thickly. "I... errr... I think you'll find there's actually no right or wrong way..."

He pauses, shifting where he stands, pushing a hand through his hair. His eyes raise up to meet yours, a cautious look on his face. You think you know what he wants to say but of course he can't say it. What sort of respectable doctor would offer to give you lessons in getting yourself off?

Maybe he's not so respectable though. Maybe there's a wicked deviancy lurking below his almost composed and professional demeanour. Your mouth's gone dry and your stomach's performing back-flips at the thought of what might happen if you were only brave enough to take the chance.

So you throw caution to the wind.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained... right?

"Maybe you could... err..." you clear your throat, feeling another wave of crimson embarrassment rising in you. You're positive you're flushed from the tips of your toes right up to the roots of your hair.

"Yes? What is it?" He urges in an eager tone.

"Maybe you could... I don't know... show me?"

The last two words are whispered with uncertainty and you're suddenly struck with overwhelming nerves, your confidence quickly ebbing away as you consider the weight of what you're suggesting. The fact that you've only known this man for all of fifteen minutes and you're propositioning him in the most morally dubious way. He's probably offended and horrified by your request. You quickly look down, your mind scrambling for a way out of this.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I actually just said that. I think I should go..."

You brace your hands on the bed, leaning forward to hop down and make a hasty exit, but all of a sudden you feel the sensation of hands on your upper arms, gentle but firm, stilling you. You look up quickly, taking in his tentative smile, his eyes wide with curiosity and an eagerness that makes your already fast-beating heart thud even more.

"Don't go... not yet. I want to help you, and I think I could, but not here. Not now. Not like this..."

You're confused, caught between wanting to believe that he wants this as much as you and wondering whether he's just trying to let you down gently.

"What do you mean?" You ask, a mixture of relief and disappointment clashing inside you as his hands fall away from your arms and he steps away, crossing over to his desk and picking up a small notepad and pen. You watch as he scribbles something quickly on the top sheet before tearing it free and moving back over to the bed. You jump down, looking up at him, wondering what comes next.

"I said I couldn't help you now, but that doesn't mean I don't want to... later on." He pauses, a certain mischievousness tinging his smile that makes your pulse race even more. "I also do... house calls... if that's what you really want. And I get off here at 5pm."

"Oh..."

You're lost for words, your hand reaching up to take the sheet of paper that he's now holding out to you. A quick glance down shows a phone number scrawled there.

This is really happening...

"Oh well... thank you. I'll... I'll err... certainly consider it." Your voice comes out breathlessly, your excitement mounting. You hadn't thought for one moment when you'd turned up to the doctors' office that it would lead to this. You fold the piece of paper quickly and step to the side to move past Van and he moves aside as you make for the door. You don't stop until you get there and you pause, one hand on the handle, turning your head to look back, smiling wide now, not being able to contain your delight.

"I'll... umm... so I guess I'll be in touch... later."

He returns your smile with one of his own, secretive in its quality, the promise of what might happen.

"I really hope so Y/N."

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[heartstringsduet]

In good hands

Summary: "Being held down during sex isn't new, not being released after is." After Carlos admits to how much he enjoys pinning TK down, after they talk about safewords and bondage and discipline, TK tries to be what he thinks his boyfriend needs. It doesn't work out. Not at first. A/N: This is going to be a series of early and established dom/sub dynamics in their relationship. I wanted to first set a tone for a loving but rocky start into it that both don't know how to navigate quite yet.

He’s doing this for Carlos. That’s what TK needs to remind himself of when a first breath of unease cuts into his chest. When his palms get sweaty and rub against each other, because that’s all the movement he has. 

This is for Carlos.

TK jumps a little when he feels a hand cup his neck and settles into a familiar spot. It’s warm meeting his cool skin. On instinct, TK opens his eyes. His eyelashes catch in silk, his vision gets trapped in midnight blue. There’s nothing to see, nowhere to move. 

“Shh, TK,” Carlos breathes against the shell of his ear, lips brushing the grooves of skin on a barely there kiss. “You’re here with me. Just focus on where you are. On what you feel.”

Yes, that’s right. He is in their dining area, his arms tied behind the back of the chair in a soft, checkered kitchen towel he won’t ever look at without blushing after. The soft fabric of it rubs between his wrists as he squeezes his hands. He’s bound here by Carlos. All he has to do now is listen to Carlos. He's good at this. 

He usually is. But then the hand is pulled away from TK's neck and lips leave his ear cold. He’s blind and bound. It feels like he wasn’t just left untouched but untethered despite his bindings.

“Carlos?” TK’s voice comes high and wobbly.

“I’m here,” Carlos says from somewhere closeby behind him and TK feels the tight knot in him loosen. “You’re doing so well, baby. Keep on breathing like that.”

Panic gives way to defiance. “I’m not really doing anything.”

Suddenly, the towel is tugged down, forcing TK’s arms and back straighter. It scares him, to be so helpless, but his stomach also swoops up in excitement at the unexpected forcefulness from his usually tender boyfriend.

“You’re wrong.” Carlos says lowly against his ear. “You are doing well. You’re absolutely perfect by trusting me to take care of you.”

The sound of Carlos’ breath is familiar as his own by now. TK follows its rhythm back away from fear.

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Laura Theresa Alma-Tadema (1852-1909, British) ~ In Good Hands, n/d

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[the-loststone]

Turkish Dramas I Watched In Order of Love to Didn't Love Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2

I promised myself that when I found a show that I like better than Halka, I'd make a new list. Also I was running out of room in my tags for the last list. So please reference Part 1.

Also please be aware that this list has spoilers! So be prepared. I will typically mark when I reveal a spoiler.

Söz

This review is longer than I thought but I have so much to say about this. I have a longer review linked.

So, what can I say about this show. I previously said that Halka was my favorite show and while I still maintain it is an amazing show, Soz has completely knocked it out of the park. I mean, yes, it is a very patriotic show that is obviously military propaganda, but . . . I mean, sign me up for the military!!! This show was amazing. The acting of the main cast was phenomenal. Tolga Saritas moves into my list of favorite actors. His character Yavus is simply the best. I don't know how to describe besides the fact that he has his shit together. You know how many shows (too many) are about lead characters who don't have their shit together, and then there's that side character who acts as a mentor to the lead character because they do have their shit together, even when they are going through drama. Well Yavus is that side character, except the show is about him and he's the male lead. And I am so happy. So happy we have characters who are competent!! Even when he's losing his shit he's doing it competently! I'm just praising the lord that this man has a brain!!! The other characters (the rest of the team and the girls) add so much to the show. They have story lines, I'm interested in their development and growth. The action was staged but I loved it, and most of it was good! Every episode had an action scene in it, and I don't think I was ever bored by it. And that's another point... this is a long show... and I wasn't bored. I'm shocked. Generally I get very tired by a show (especially considering I'm a binge watcher) but nope, I stayed invested. They did storytelling so well. Balancing gravity, humor, victory, and defeat very well. The death scenes (of which there are multiple so don't go thinking plot armor protects everyone) are so important and acted so well. I was literally a puddle.

Some parts, not gonna lie, were a bit confusing. Especially the ending there. But still so worth it!

Anyways, I'm genuinely upset that this show isn't more popular. It was amazing! I love it! I highly recommend it. (Tolga Saritas has joined Serkan Cayoglu as one of my favorite turkish actors). I will say, that I did like season 1 and 2 a bit more, not because of any shipping drama, but because I can't get enough of Tolga in a uniform 😉.

Çukur

I LOVE MAFIA DRAMAS! And this one takes the cake! It was one of the best dramas I have seen. The main character, Yamac, is perfectly characterized by Aras Bulut Iynemli. (I've only seen a couple of his works but after this show, he's moved into my list of favorite actors). He played so well, completely embodies his character, every emotion is so raw and passionate. He's amazing! Yamac is the youngest of a mafia family, who ran away when he was 18 and is forced to return upon the death of his brother and the hospitalization of his father. From there we see his character shine. It is shown how intelligent he is. He went to college, but it's not just mentioned, but shown! He uses his intelligence. HE'S SO SMART! As a chemist and engineer he loves to blow things up and we see that. As the youngest brother, he loves to play with his older brothers and he has a very playful and childish side. We see his kindness and his love. Is he a criminal, yes. But a competent criminal with a heart of gold and the ability to forgive almost anyone and the patience of a saint. But it's not just him; the portrayals of his family members are done amazingly as well. Each relationship is distinct and I just... I love it. I love his relationships with his brothers: from the support, to the betrayals, to the forgiveness. Throughout the series we see their connection and bond. We see the friendships between other characters. Some of my favorites are Medet and Salih, Celansu and Meke, Yamac and Alico, and Kemal and Metin. My other favorite relationship (and this isn't about shipping wars) is Sena and Yamac. They were my favorite couple. And I won't say any spoilers, but just know that she's my favorite and she has such a presence in the show, whether or not she's in the scene.

Throughout the seasons, we also see how all the characters develop. All of the brothers change, especially Yamac who has to deal with the most and is burdened the most. We see him go from a young man who was happy and in love with his wife and just married and completely unburdened, to a man who is crazed, lost half his family in some of the most traumatic ways, burdened by the pressure to protect the rest while dodging bullets flying at him at all sides (and most of the time getting hit), to a man who's holding on to what's left and trying to rebuild.

I love him, and I love this show, and I can't recommend this enough. The show is very much centered around family. The first season is about betrayals, the second about regret and forgiveness, the third is about madness/insanity, and the fourth was about healing (towards the end at least).

The soundtrack of this show goes down as one of my absolute favorite soundtracks. The music is a character in this show. As a musician, Yamac uses it as an entrance, he's very much a showman. And it shows his crazy side. Speaking of crazy sides, this show has some of the best fight scenes ever done. Very well played and acted. Please please please watch! Longer review linked!

Günesin Kizlari

This was so soapy, I have bubbles coming out of my mouth. I kid you not, I love this so much. It was a great show. Not gonna lie, going in, I thought it was going to be light, but I was waaaayyy off. It was heavy! That was some heavy heavy drama. I LOVED IT! Okay, to start I'm going to say Hande and Tolga are everything! They had the best chemistry I've seen them have compared to other shows they're in so far. I need them to act together in something else! Selin and Ali were my favorite couple; I don't know how, but somehow, at some point, they were the most functional compared to the other couples on screen. I was so surprised because these two are ridiculous. But I love them. They had the best relationship, (fun fact, the movie that they were referencing when playing their game is a French movie called "Jeux D'enfant" or Love me if you Dare, which is amazing too and deserves to be watched) and they were so cute together. Their scenes were everything to me. The characters were great. The kids were hilarious and dramatic and most of the time I was wondering what brain cells they even had to rub together to get ideas out. The adults were the most toxic, dysfunctional people I've seen in a minute. Every adult, even Gunes, was problematic! (And I say even Gunes because there were so many moments, but one that stands out to me is in episode 26, while this kid is reeling from his entire life being a lie, she goes up to him and is like "your dad feels really bad right now, you should talk to him and help him." like no! No!!!) It was ridiculous. Episodes 16 and 17 were obviously my favorite, and every scene with Ali and Selin being cute. I like that there are actual obstacles in everyone's way, especially the kids (since the adults are the obstacles in most cases).

The music was banger! Loved it! The cinematography was kind of shit, which was annoying. Very old fashioned and low cost production type of camera work, especially in the beginning.

Godspeed

This made me cry. I genuinely did not expect that twist at the end there. I mean, it made perfect sense and I don't know why I didn't see it but... Anyway. Tolga and Engin do an amazing job in this.

Baba

Once again watching a show for Tolga Saritas. I'll say he makes it worthwhile. Baba was a good show, it had a complex story line that was focused on family. Love a father has for his sons, love a father has for his daughter, love a brother has for his sister, love children have for their parents. These themes stayed central to the story line. It was a good show, although I will say that season 1 was better than season 2 (and generally just made more sense). The first season is about a middle-class family entering the class of obscene wealth, and how one son is the only one who can keep them from failing, and all the obstacles in his way. Then season 2 is about how despite all his efforts, the family is now in extreme poverty, and once again the son is tasked with leading his family and the rest of the community.

I noticed, and love, that Tolga Saritas has never played a bad character in the shows I've seen him in. Whoever is his agent does a good job of picking projects for him. I hope to see the trend continue. His character, Kadir, is a great man, who loves his family and is willing to do anything to help people. He is acted wonderfully and has amazing chemistry with his costar Haluk, who plays his father. Their relationship is a big draw to the series.

Religion is also a big aspect of this show, and how it serves as a tool for justice and consequence. I enjoyed that they used it to make people accountable for their actions. Good show overall.

Senden Daha Guzel

A good story. Very cute actors. They had a good chemistry that was very fluffy. It was a simple story. There wasn't much going on or need to put any thought in it. A good little short to pass the time.

Ask 101 (Love 101)

This was cute. I watched it mainly for the Yargi pairing but the kids storylines were cute as well. I found the second season much better than the first. It was very short for a dizi, so I recommend it as a palate cleanser or something to watch when bored. The cast was filled with exceptional actors. The soundtrack was good too. Overall, I'm pleased with this show.

Miracle in Cell No. 7

Remake of a Korean Movie by the same name. Both movies are perfect for sobbing your heart out. Admittedly, the Turkish version does end on a happier note than the Korean version, but both are full of heart-wrenching moments. About a man with mental disabilities who gets sent to prison for a crime he didn't commit. He and his daughter are the miracles in the cell. Very moving story. Absolutely recommend, both versions!

Içerde

I saw this one after Cukur. Aras had impressed me so much that I wanted to watch his other works as well. I'll say that he still is one of the best aspects of the show. Him and Cagatay. They played very well and had excellent chemistry. I think I would have liked it more if they had more scenes together. They had great stories separately but we took forever to get to the reveal and they had so little time together, I felt like there was a missed chance to show off their chemistry, which was really the highlight of the show. Because they were crazy alone, but they were completely chaotic together. These two were crackheads.

Also, what is it with the shows I've watched recently fridging the love interest!!! Why?!?! They need to stop! It upsets me.

I think my biggest criticism with this show is that there is a lot of over acting. Sometimes they'll say things and I'll just be thinking that it's a little ridiculous. Also it went on a little too long. But otherwise, a worthwhile series to watch. Great plot! Mert is a great anti-hero and Sarp is a great hero. I was heartbroken for Mert for a lot of the series but also I was rooting against him for the most part what with him being on the wrong side. But anyway, great series.

Son Yaz

Good show. Not bad. I think what bothered me the most is that there was a naïveté to the characters in the mafia that shouldn’t have been there if they were born in the mafia. I mean, other mafia shows, the characters knew not to trust anyone, and that everyone was out to kill them. And on the off chance that they did trust someone, they were smarter than them so they could counter. But here, the characters are all stupid and trusting. I’m just like… you dumb dumbs. DUMMIES!! WHY!?! Who’s got the braincells here. Maybe Soner? Sometimes? No. That’s not right either. Selim most of the time, but try as I might, couldn’t like him that much. I tried, I genuinely tried to be on board with him, but he was so complicated in a way that was not appealing, mainly because he was an absent father and an overbearing one at the same time, while also having a very narrow view of the world that didn’t allow for other people’s points of view. It sucks because he was the only remotely competent one there. 

That’s another problem. These dummies are so dumb, all their plans are stupid. How did they get this far in life? I say this with love. I mean, it was part of their charisma I guess. They were young, so being stupid is excusable. It’s not like I’m putting them on the same level as Yamac Kocovali from Cukur or something. That guy was in his late 20s at the start of the series and he was smart. Also that series was much more liberal about murder. These kids are just dumb and there’s the stakes are pretty much just being imprisoned. Understandable since it’s not about being in the mafia but trying to get out of it.  

Okay, but besides them being so stupid, their relationships were cute. Naz and Soner were adorable and I love them. Yagmur and Akgun were chaotic little beans who I love so much. They are both so impulsive in different ways. Yagmur is straightforward with her emotions while Akgun is PANIC! EMOTIONS!

Season 2 was definitely better to me. I really liked the darker turn it went to. Good series. Not a bad watch. But it was canceled so the ending is full of plot holes and loose ends. 

UFO

A good movie. It had a nice premise and I enjoyed the actors. I watched it for Mert and it was well worth it. A good little palate cleanser. Not a lot to say about it, but it was worth checking out.

In Good Hands

A good movie. Had an unexpected twist at the end that was very clever. I enjoyed it. Don't have a lot to say about it considering it was only an hour and a half. Heartily recommend as a palate cleanser.

Yali Çapkini

Ongoing while I'm writing this. I dropped it at around episode 17, but I might come back to it if I see that there is an improvement in the characters. Cinematography, acting, music, are all good, but I had to drop because I don't like any of the characters and I'm constantly frustrated by them. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't like them, it's that I don't like that they are the main characters. If Ferit and Seyran weren't the lead couple, I think I would be much more entertained by them, because I wouldn't have to see the consequences of their (Ferit's) actions. But I do see, and Ferit is such a dumbass. If he weren't the lead, I could just call him a himbo and be done with it. But he is the lead so I have say that he's a narcissist, inconsiderate, and immature to boot. So... you see my struggle. I want to like him so much because Mert plays him so well, and he is so charming and good-looking, but, unfortunately, he's a dick. I want to come back to this show when he improves as a character. To be fair, a lot of the situations that happen are not his fault, but he does not make the situation better in a lot of the cases. So I hope they have a time lapse where he improves himself over a course of years and then reunites with his wife or something, or he just is a better character in another 10 episodes. I'll check up on it.

Oh Belinda

Honestly I skipped through most of this movie trying to get to the end. It wasn't terrible but I also didn't really feel the vibe of it.

EGO

I am so sad that I didn't like this. I gave up around episode 9 and I can understand why it was such a short show. It's so complicated. I really could not understand the plot lines at all. Everyone was so toxic and destructive. I love the lead actors and had seen them together in Carpisma where they had such great chemistry but it was the same problem as Carpisma where the plot couldn't save them. Like, the plot buried their natural chemistry. I'm so sorry for it. Just a really boring, complicated show. Not for me unfortunately.

Üç Kiz Kardes

I gave up. I'm sorry but this was just too ridiculous for me. And I'm sorry for it because it's a beautiful show. Like the actors are beautiful, the set is beautiful, the cinematography, the music. Lovely show. Honestly, the plot is not bad, like as in there is a good story in there, but it's . . . how do I put this . . . not well executed. I don't believe the love story, because it's scattered, the parents are either too evil or too good, or too oblivious. The sisters are naive. The boyfriends are either assholes (except Serdar, who's an angel and the only one I rooted for). I gave up at episode 15. I couldn't anymore. Sadly. Maybe someone else will like it. But it wasn't for me.

Duy Beni

Uhhh... this was interesting, in the way that watching a car crash is interesting. These kids are in desperate need of therapy. All of them. None of them are likable. The only person worth rooting for is the mom. Everyone is ridiculous 95.5% of the time. I mean, the main characters aren't even on screen. They have, like, 5% screen time together. Which is a really missed opportunity because they are crazy attractive and have good chemistry. I'm just... no. I started this because I was looking for Gunesi Beklereken (which I can't find anywhere) and this was on it's recommended page and people have said it was good, but I'm just. Not for me I guess. It was way too melo. No one really deserves any sympathy, a lot of problems could have been solved if they just hadn't been so ridiculous. I want to feel bad for the leads, but even then I'm just exhausted by them half the time. The love story was hard to believe because the lead actors didn't have any screen time. Sorry I couldn't like it.

Safir

The amount of disappointment I feel for this drama is incredible. It had the potential to be so good. The casting was great. The acting was good. The scenery and film was perfect. But the plot collapsed! I mean. It was so bad! I disagreed with every choice that was made and I ended hating nearly every character. That's hard to do. Ates is the only character I ended up still liking, and it was mostly out of spite at the end too because I hated every other character who kept f*cking with him so much. I HATE Yaman. I loath him. I think he is the worst character ever and the fact that Feraye stayed obsessed with him in the end. I mean, girl?! This is so dumb of you. You know at this point, they are both so infuriating, they deserve each other. I was justifying her in the beginning because she was going through some emotional stuff, but I cannot support her choices. And just... this is all I can say about this show. It was disappointing. The show could have been great, and it flopped. It flopped hard!

Ferhat Ile Sirin

I didn't understand. I thought it was going to be a love triangle, and it sort of was, but then it went off a deep end and I just didn't understand what happened in the end. Ended on a weird note, probably because it was cancelled. Tolga was the only good thing about it. I mean, the acting and everything was fine, and ignoring the incomprehensible plot it was okay. But . . . yeah... not a worth it watch unless you're doing it for a specific actor like I was.

[queenmothermp]

❛ what's the plan? you do have a plan, right? that's your thing, plans. ❜

Delicate brows arched inquisitively as she listened to this young patient speak in such a way; she had only just entered the exam room, fully aware that those who entered the emergency department were USUALLY not there because they WANTED to be there. She suspected this fellow to be no different. With one hand in the pocket of her white coat, she closed the curtain and approached the bartender with a compassionate gaze. "How about we start from the beginning and work from there?" she gently suggested. "What happened?"

[mylonelydreaming]

So this realization just hit me in the gut

 " I intend to share my cherished memories of the princess... with her mother. I will tell her not to worry, as her daughter is in good hands." -Urbosa

Botw2 trailers: Zelda falling from Link's grip

[xfiles-fanfic-recs]

“In Good Hands” by X-Phan

September 25th, 2005

Scully is injured and temporarily becomes dependent on Mulder's care for even the most basic of needs.

NC-17, Smut, Hurt/Comfort

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Favorite Part

After Mulder reads the erotic novel and Scully's so worked up that she tries to masturbate to find relief. Of course, her injury causes a snafu that results in Mulder rushing in to help... in more ways than one.

Memorable Quote

Truthfully she really couldn't understand how no matter what he did for her or what humiliating position he saw her, he never did treat her any differently afterward. Maybe the why didn't matter so much? "It just feels like we're not on even footing here. I don't like it. At work you always make me feel that we're equal partners, no one is subordinate, despite the fact you’re technically head of the division. Here I'm the one always exposed, always open to scrutiny, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Trigger Warning: Diet Culture

During segments involving Mulder cooking for Scully, and a grocery store scene, diet culture's influence is pervasive in the dialogue. Thinness is discussed as being a prioritized standard and normalized discussions of limiting and anxiety about gaining weight.

[catb-fics]

I hope to get the next part of my doctor AU posted soon, so here’s a little bit of In Good Hands Part 2… ❤️

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics ❤️

[detectiveconnor]

@infamouscabal​ from x:

"What...... what happened?"

Dazed and confused, the words came slowly as Lucy forced her eyes to open. The world was spinning, the face hovering above her with gentle reassurances unfamiliar. Slowly, she became aware of two things:

She was lying on concrete, and she could smell smoke. Her head was pounding.

Only the pain in her right shoulder seemed real-- piercing through the fog like fire.

  "Who.... ow.."

Ow was right, and Connor was not yet through with the sachet of saline in this first-aid kit. The explosion (meant to be an implosion; a poorly executed building demolition) had echoed for several city blocks. The fires were beginning to die out. With New Jericho, the Android shelter and infirmary, close by, the hands immediately on the scene were, largely, Androids’, and designed for Androids: this was one of the few human first-aid kits their medical centre had had.

This woman’s injuries had not qualified for immediate attention from the paramedics on scene, but Connor was here, crouched beside her, trying to keep her shoulder from getting infected. “Don’t try to sit up yet,” was his advice as she began to stir, “You had a fall, you’re doing okay but I want to check you over first. My name’s Connor, what’s yours?” 

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[your-divine-ribs]

In Good Hands Part 2

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Second part to this story // Doctor/patient to lovers // smut but of the softest variety ❤️‍🩹

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It's a wonder you get home in one piece, your mind's whirring so frantically after your appointment with Dr McCann that it takes you all your concentration to drive safely and calmly. Your eyes keep leaving the road to glance towards the passenger seat where the small folded piece of paper lies. The piece of paper with his phone number on.

You can hardly believe it. You're half expecting that you'll pull up on your driveway and open up the note to find it blank, that maybe you'd imagined the whole thing and it was just a figment of your over-active and very fanciful imagination, but no. There it is as clear as day when you turn off the ignition and lean over to grasp at the paper, unfolding it carefully in your lap. A phone number written in an unfamiliar, spidery scrawl. An invitation for you to take this further, to transform what should have been just an innocent routine appointment into something else entirely. Something that makes your whole body feel hot and your pulse race wildly.

You exit the car quickly, rushing into the house and heading straight for the stairs, bounding up quickly towards your bathroom, driven by excitement.

Fifteen minutes later you emerge from the shower, your body sleek and your skin glowing and dewy, anticipation flowing through your veins like some heady drug of the most addictive kind.

You send the text sitting on your bed in just your towel, pondering over what to say and which lingerie to wear, deciding on a pretty emerald green lace set that complements your skin tone and a simple message, your hands trembling slightly as you key it in.

Hi it's Y/N, I'm free later if the offer's still open?

Your finger hovers over the 'send' button for a long moment before you pluck up the courage to press it, then your heart's in your mouth as you fling the phone down on to your bed and stare at it. Suddenly you're filled with nerves and an uneasy doubt that there's been some kind of horrifically embarrassing misunderstanding and your new doctor wasn't really offering to come to your house to cure you of your sexual frustrations. Maybe it was something much more innocent and you completely misinterpreted it in your aroused state. Because you had been very aroused... beyond belief. An involuntary reaction to the attraction you felt for the gorgeous doctor which really you should have kept to yourself.

What's wrong with you? You don't even know this man! Maybe you can somehow recall the message and forget any of this had ever happened?

You grasp for your phone at the exact moment it vibrates with an incoming message and your heart stutters when you see that it's from him.

I'm so glad you got in touch. I can't wait to see you again. Send me your address. Van x

Despite your worries and your nerves you don't hesitate with your reply, quickly typing in your address and hitting 'send' before you can change your mind. Then there's nothing left to do but wait...

By the time your doorbell rings at 5.25pm you're a bundle of nerves and your stomach is tying itself in knots. You'd changed several times, opting in the end for a simple t-shirt dress. You'd left your hair loose with minimal natural make up. You didn't want to look like you were trying too hard and you really didn't know what to expect. I mean, it wasn't like a date... was it?

You can see a tall figure behind the frosted glass as you approach and you're so nervy and tense that your hands are trembling as you reach for the door handle.

"Y/N... good to see you again!" Van's face is all lit up in a warm smile as you swing the door open inwards and he comes into view. He almost takes your breath away. For some reason he seems even more attractive in this informal setting when he's not sitting behind the desk.

"Hi Doctor... errr I mean Van," you quickly correct yourself. "Come in."

You stand back to allow him to step inside and he does, laughing softly. "Thank you... and please don't call me Doctor now. I'm not exactly here on... official business so to speak."

You giggle nervously, wondering what the etiquette is in a situation like this. Do you drop any kind of pretence and lead him straight upstairs? Or do you make small-talk and keep it light, wait for him to make a move?

You decide on the latter, ushering him into the kitchen and offering him a cup of tea. Then you flick on the kettle before he's even had a chance to respond, wanting something to do with your hands to distract you from the anxiety which is practically crippling you.

"That'd be lovely," he replies, then you see him step forward in your peripheral vision as you're lining up two mugs. "Errr... well, I don't suppose you have anything a bit stronger do you? You know... to calm the nerves?"

You look up, surprised by his admission and he cracks an awkward grin. "Sorry... it's really cheeky of me to ask. Forget it, tea's all good."

"No... no... it's fine, honestly!" You gush, welcome relief that you're not the only one feeling the nerves. "Is lager okay?"

Van nods gratefully as you reach into the fridge and take out two bottles of San Miguel, prising off the caps with a bottle opener. You pass one to him, deciding to take the plunge and break the ice after his comment.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling nervous. I... I don't know what came over me earlier. I mean, I'd never dream of doing something like that normally."

Van chuckles, taking a swallow of his lager. "Well... I must admit I was a little... shocked. When I said I'd heard it all before I guess I was lying! That was definitely a new one!"

Ferocious heat floods your cheeks and you reach up a hand to cover your face. "Oh my god, I don't know what you must think of me!"

"No, no, please don't be embarrassed!" He hurriedly says. "I'm glad! I'm so glad you did!" A guilty smile takes over. "I'm the one who should be embarrassed. I wasn't exactly professional today."

"But you were... you didn't actually... do anything."

"I wanted to though... as soon as you stepped through the door." He pauses, pushes a hand through his hair, shakes his head. "Fuck... you're really gorgeous ya know... breathtaking in fact."

You giggle shyly, overwhelmed by his comment. You wonder whether this all comes naturally to him, whether he's just a player, dishing out compliments easily to get into a girl's good graces... and her panties. But then you consider why he's actually here. You were the brazen one. You actually propositioned him. It's so out of character you wonder whether maybe you're in some kind of dreamworld and you'll wake up at any moment.

"So... have you lived here long?" He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. He steps past you, glancing around your kitchen, peering out of the window into your well-kept garden. "My house isn't far from here actually, it's a lovely area, isn't it? And this is such a nice place you have."

"Thank you," you reply, grateful for the small talk to quell your nerves. "I moved here from the city about a year ago. I thought I'd never leave but then a bad break-up kinda forced my hand. I had to get away. Everything reminded me of him."

Fuck... what is it with you and oversharing? He's only being polite and making conversation and there you are, boring him with your failed relationship woes.

He turns back to you from the window, a frown on his face. "Sorry to hear that. Was that the ex who told you there was something wrong with you?"

You take a gulp of your drink, considering how much to tell him. You don't want to scare him off, but for some reason you feel compelled to open up. Despite your nerves and embarrassment there's something calming and somehow reassuring about him.

"No... no... that was... another one," you say, wrinkling up your face in distaste. "There's been... a few. The one I told you about, we broke up last week. He just made me cry one too many times."

"Sounds like good riddance. I can't believe he'd be so insensitive."

His expression is full of concern and you cringe inside. You were hell-bent on seducing him just a few hours ago in the doctor's office, and now you've got him in your home you're telling him sob-stories. You need to lighten the tone.

"Yeah... onwards and upwards I guess!" You smile and raise up your beer bottle and Van steps closer, mirroring your gesture, clinking the top of his bottle gently against the neck of yours.

"I'll drink to that!"

You suggest moving into the living room to finish your drinks and by the time you're sipping the dregs from your bottle you're much more relaxed. The conversation's been flowing with no awkward pauses, and that's not just because Van loves to talk. He's warm and friendly and seems genuinely interested in everything that you've got to say, even the silly tangents you tend to go off on at times. He's hilarious too, cracking daft jokes, mostly at his own expense. You love a guy who doesn't take himself too seriously. It's refreshing after some of the stuck-up, pompous idiots you've had the misfortune of dating. You're having such a nice time that that you've almost forgotten the circumstances surrounding the arrangements of his visit.

Almost but not quite. How could you? You were attracted solely to his looks before, but now you've got to know him a little better that attraction has sky-rocketed. You start to panic when he drains his beer and places the empty bottle down on the coffee table and straightens up in his seat, glancing at the clock on the wall. Maybe he's disappointed that you tempted him here with the promise of sexual pleasures and all you've done is waffle on about where you grew up and what your favourite film is.

You're positive he's going to tell you that he's got somewhere else he needs to be. Unless you stall him...

"So d'ya want another beer?" You offer hopefully, wanting to prolong his visit, dismayed when Van shakes his head.

"Nah, better not. Don't wanna be over the limit. I'm driving, so..."

You smile to hide your disappointment, bracing yourself for the inevitable excuse that's bound to follow to allow him to get away, but it never comes. Instead he just looks at you intently, his mouth opening and closing a few times like he's got something important to say but he can't find the words. You feel yourself tense, trying to think up something witty to charm him but drawing a blank. You're definitely not imagining the shift in atmosphere from comfortable to an awkward kind of anticipation. You know he can feel it too as he shifts in his seat, angling his body fully towards you, close enough that his knee brushes yours.

"Y/N... errr... I've been meaning to ask," he starts, pausing to clear his throat. You nod quickly, urging him to carry on and he continues. "Did you mean what you said... earlier in the office? You know... about no one ever making you... errr... come?"

He says the last word quickly, his cheeks tinging pink adorably, his eyes darting away from you before they find yours again. You feel your own cheeks warm as you squirm in your seat, your fingers twisting in your lap with nerves.

"Uh-huh," you admit. "I don't know why, but I just can't seem to get there... even on my own."

His eyebrows raise up, disbelievingly. "So never then? Not even once? You don't know how it feels?"

You look down, your cheeks darkening further, feeling small. "No, not at all," you mumble.

Van leans forward, quickly, one hand reaching up, his fingers curling gently under your chin so your face tilts up to his. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. It's just it's so hard to believe that someone like you hasn't got people falling over themselves to make you feel good."

"Someone... like me?" You repeat, your voice sounding as unsure as his statement makes you feel, hoping he'll elaborate and he does, his eyes glowing with a warmth that makes your belly fizz with excitement as he leans even closer.

"Yes... someone like you. I mean it in the nicest possible way. You're beautiful and you're sweet. I don't know what the deal is with these guys that you've been seeing, but if you were mine I'd make it my mission to make you feel good all the time."

"Oh..."

You're lost for words, suddenly crippled with self-consciousness, wishing that you could hide your face which is now glowing like a beacon. There's no chance of that though with Van who's edging ever closer on the sofa, looking right into your eyes in a way that's totally mesmerising. He moves his hand to cup your face, tenderly stroking his thumb over your cheek.

"Don't get embarrassed," he smiles. "I mean it you know. You deserve to feel good... I could make you feel good... if you want me to."

His eyes flick down to your lips then back up. He's close and moving ever closer, his warm breath fanning across your face as he closes the gap. You want to kiss him. You want to kiss him so bad, you're already anticipating what his lips will feel like on yours.

"Do you want me to?" He whispers, and you let out a breathy 'yes', before you're closing your eyes and leaning in too, a gasp escaping you at the feel of his lips meeting yours.

His lips barely brush yours before he murmurs against them. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I first laid eyes on you." And then the hand that was cupping your face moves further back, tucking around the side of your neck, drawing you closer. Your lips part and his tongue slides against yours, gently probing your mouth, your pulse racing as you melt into the kiss.

You can barely believe what's happening. Just a few hours ago you were nervously waiting for a doctor's appointment. Now you're actually making out with your doctor on your sofa, your mind letting go of your inhibitions, your body relaxing as you let him ease your body down gently on to the sofa cushions until you're lying flat on your back and he's hovering above you.

He doesn't break the kiss and you reach up to trail your fingers down his jaw before they find themselves winding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You want him closer, impossibly close, your hips pushing upwards to seek his body heat as he lets himself sink down between your parted legs.

He kisses slowly and unhurried like he's savouring the taste of you. It's a contrast to the drumming of your pounding heart and the way the blood's rushing around your body, every inch of you screaming out for his touch. The weight of him pressing down on you feels heavenly, your bodies connecting at a point which makes you ache for more and a small moan slips from your mouth, unbidden. He smiles against your lips. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes, oh my god yes... please," you blurt, instantly embarrassed by your eagerness.

He moves his body to lie alongside you, his hands gliding down your sides and your hips, moving further down over the hem of your short dress and eventually finding your bare skin. His touch is warm as it slides down the outside of your thigh, caressing gentle patterns. He watches your reactions as his fingers move up again, this time catching the hem of your dress, lifting it slightly.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asks, pausing, his eyes scanning your face.

You nod keenly, mouthing a yes which comes out like a sigh. Your body's wound so tight you feel like you've almost forgotten how to breathe. Van's fingers continue to slide upwards, lifting your dress until it's bunched up around your hips. His eyes never leave yours.

"You look so nervous," he says, concern in his voice. "Please tell me if I'm going too far, if you want me to stop..."

"Don't stop," you hurriedly say. "I want this, I really do. I want you."

You reach for the buckle of his belt but you don't even manage to loosen it before one of his large hands comes to rest over yours, stilling you.

"Hey... we don't have to rush things. Let's make today all about you, okay?"

"But I can't just lie here..." you begin but he cuts you off, pressing a finger gently over your lips, quieting you, a soft smirk forming as he speaks.

"Yes you can. No buts. Doctor's orders okay? I'm gonna take care of you."

He moves to brush your cheek gently before he's leaning in to kiss you again, his tongue nudging the seam of your lips as his fingers fall back down again to stroke over your thighs.

You surrender to the kiss, willing your body to relax but it's hard. With every single other lover you've been with you've always felt under pressure, almost like it's a performance, putting their pleasure before your own. Now the roles are reversed you can hardly believe it. You try to push your worries aside nevertheless, revelling in the feeling of being desired with no demands on you.

His fingers trail over your skin and his touch is light, teasing. You feel hyper-sensitive, goose bumps breaking out all over as he brushes your inner thighs.

"God your skin is so soft," he murmurs against your mouth before he pulls away, scattering kisses down your jawline. You tip your head back, giving him access to your neck. "And you smell amazing... mmm."

He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing you in, and you let out a ticklish giggle at the sensation. "I smell amazing?"

You feel Van's lips curve into a smile on your skin before he presses a soft kiss there. "Mmm yeah, like vanilla and cherries or something, I don't know... something sweet.... good enough to eat. Just wanna taste every inch of you."

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to sweep his lips along the expanse of your neck, sucking gently every now and again, wet kisses which gradually trail downwards as he begins to inch your dress even further upwards. It's now hitched up around your waist and travelling higher, a glowing heat building inside you as you realise he means to remove it completely. You lift your body upwards to allow him to pull it higher, obligingly lifting your arms so he can pull it up over your head. You chant a silent prayer in your head that you decided on wearing your best lingerie.

"So beautiful," he sighs as he casts your dress down on to the floor, admiring eyes raking up and down your body.

You'd normally feel shy being so exposed to a brand new lover in this way, but there's something reassuring about Van. Maybe it's the softness of his caresses and the way that his eyes glow with warmth and affection, mindful of you and your every reaction to his touch. You're hardly more than strangers but you already know instinctively that his promise to take care of you will be fulfilled in more ways than one before the day is over.

His lips return to your neck and he peppers your skin with kisses that slowly start to descend across your collar bone and down towards the swell of your breasts. His hands move to cup the soft mounds, kneading at the lace, your nipples pebbling underneath in response.

A million butterflies break loose in your belly in excitement and anticipation, your back arching up off the sofa as his fingers pull at the cups of your bra, exposing your skin to him. He wastes no time in closing his mouth around a nipple and you let out a shakey breath as you feel his tongue swirling and flicking at the bud. He pinches your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and tugging it gently, the blissful sensations travelling right down to your core.

You press your head back on the sofa cushions, letting out a quiet moan. It's not the first time anyone's kissed you all over like this but you don't think any other lover has taken their time with you quite in this way. He kisses, licks and sucks at your breasts like he's devouring the tastiest meal, small sighs and moans emanating from him as he moves between them, lavishing all his attention on them, your nipples peaked and blissfully sensitive.

The thought drifts through your pleasure soaked brain, if he's making you feel this good now, how would his tongue feel THERE, and you feel a shock of heat between your thighs. You don't realise you're physically squirming where you lay until the pressure of his lips is gone and you raise your head to find his blue eyes fixed on yours.

"You okay?" He asks softly, and you nod quickly, your eyes drawn to his pillowy lips, imagining them dragging a slow trail down over your ribs, inching towards your aching heat.

"Uh-huh, I'm good... better than good actually." You follow up with a breathy laugh, excitement and arousal tinging your words, watching the smile stretch wide across his face.

"Well, you're just about to feel even better," he promises, and you feel your belly flip as his hands traverse the soft skin of your belly.

Your body's still taut, every fibre in your muscles bristling with nervous sexual desire. Your breathing's getting shallower, little whispered gasps that punctuate the air, increasing in intensity as Van trails a fingertip across the lace of your panties, brushing lightly over your covered clit. It's only a fleeting touch but you feel like you're already on fire with the promise of a pleasure you've never experienced before.

His touch moves upwards, running along the waistband of your panties, just dipping lightly inside before he lets the elastic snap back teasingly against your skin. "Think these need to come off. What d'ya say?"

"Uh-huh," you croak out, your voice thick with desire, your heart thundering as his fingers tug at the lace, inching it down your hips. He watches you closely and the moment's so intense you're sure he can hear the frantic drumming of your heart.

Pretty soon you're completely naked and in contrast he's fully dressed. You suppose you should feel vulnerable and you do, but in the best possible way. There's something so erotic about surrendering to him like this, and even more so as he curls his fingers around the soft skin of your thighs, pushing them wide apart so you're completely exposed to him as he settles himself between your spread legs.

"We're gonna take this slow, okay?" He almost purrs and you mumble an assent, not trusting yourself to speak, pulling your bottom lip into your teeth to stifle the whimpers that are threatening to break free before he's even properly touched you.

You watch, hardly breathing as his head dips down, his lips meeting the soft skin just below your navel in a searing kiss. He plants wet kisses all around, not leaving an inch of skin uncovered, taking his time as he traverses slowly downwards, a teasing trail which sets off a throbbing pulse between your thighs which heightens the closer he gets. By the time he presses a kiss at the edge of your pubic hair you're sure you're about to combust.

"Shit," you breathe, your fingers grasping at the sofa cushions, digging in tightly, the anticipation quite literally making your toes curl.

"Just relax," he murmurs against your skin, moving down to playfully nibble and kiss at your inner thighs, a fingertip gently gliding over your folds as he does, gathering the wetness that's collected there.

"Is it good when I touch you here?" He murmurs, running a finger along your slit, lightly dipping inside. "Or maybe here?" He pulls your slickness up to your clit, massaging slow circles on the sensitive nub. He's only just getting started and it already feels so exquisite you could cry out.

"No one's ever touched me like this... fuck."

Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hanging open in pleasure as he continues with his heavenly caresses. Your hips press instinctively upwards as he slowly works a finger inside you and you let out a breathless moan.

"Oh god," you gasp, quickly clamping your teeth down on your lip again to dampen the sinful sounds that you're making. You're gripping the sofa cushions on either side so hard that your knuckles are turning white, your legs starting to tremble.

"I know honey... I know it feels good," he breathes as your body is wracked by another shudder.

He sinks another of his long, slender fingers inside you, curling the tips against your walls, catching a spot that has stars bursting behind the darkness of your eyelids. A stifled whimper tears from your throat as you feel your pussy clench down shamelessly on his digits, your body hungry for more. You throw up a hand to cover your face, ashamed of your wanton display of neediness.

You hear his voice punctuate your euphoric haze, a soft and sultry tone. "Don't hide from me love, I wanna see you. Open your eyes. I wanna hear you too, don't hold back. You make such pretty noises."

You feel flushed all over, your body thrumming as he lights every nerve on fire, your cheeks scarlet as you battle to comprehend how he's managing to make your whole body sing like no one has before. You uncover your face, raising up your head to meet his lustful gaze just in time to see his full lips connect with the scorching skin of your heat. He doesn't break eye contact as his tongue darts out to swipe a firm stroke against your clit and your legs involuntarily clamp around his head.

"Fucking hell..." you hiss through clenched teeth.

His warm breath fans over your drenched flesh as he hovers there, his tongue like liquid silk sliding over every wet inch of you. He presses his face into you like he can't get enough of you, lapping up your arousal like it's the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted. His tongue traces your entrance, dipping inside before he's moving up again to flick and swirl over your bud in hot, wet strokes.

Within minutes there's a tightening low down in your core that you've never felt before, a throbbing pulse of sensation which simultaneously feels like too much but somehow not enough. You don't know what to do with yourself, your brain a jumbled mess of pleasure and sensation.

"I can't... I can't... fuck... please... no, don't stop," you mutter incoherently, feeling your eyes roll back in your head. You're absolutely dripping now, his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease as his tongue toys skilfully with the swollen nub of your clit. You feel like you're going to explode... or maybe implode. You're not sure which but you're positive you've been transported to some heavenly realm and you never want to come back down from it.

One of your hands sinks into his hair, your fingers tightly grasping a handful, eliciting a deep groan from him which vibrates deliciously through your core. You just tug even harder, rocking your hips upwards to his seeking mouth, your inhibitions melting away on the scorching heat of your desire.

As he feels the tell-tale tension in your body he lets out a self-satisfied hum around your clit, puckering his plush lips around it, sucking a pressure that has your legs shaking uncontrollably, his fingertips expertly massaging a spot deep inside you that has your body bucking and quivering.

It's too much... much too much. There's a throbbing tight knot of pure heat pulsing between your legs which is growing in intensity with each passing second. Curses and moans and unintelligible whimpers are flowing from you and you don't think you can take it any longer. It feels good... too good... so goddamn good it almost hurts.

"Van..." you cry, a desperate plea as you harshly grab a fistful of his hair. He plunges his fingers even deeper, swiping his tongue firmly against your clit and it's your final undoing. Blinding pressure suddenly snaps in your core, crackling electricity radiating out along your limbs as you climb higher and higher, wave after wave of indescribable bliss washing over you, robbing you of all coherent thoughts. Your eyes flick open and your vision is blurred as your body arches upwards like it's being pulled by an invisible string.

Van doesn't stop or even slow down, one of his hands still curled tightly around your thigh and the other pressing down on your hips, anchoring your writhing body in place as he pleasures you through your high.

You body finally sinks back down as the pressure begins to ease and the tide recedes, leaving a pleasant tingling warmth flowing through your veins. You push Van's head away, sensitivity taking over and he finally relents, emerging from between your sticky thighs, his pupils blown wide and dark. You can't take your eyes off his lips, they look slick and ripe, glossy with your juices and all of a sudden you have the urge to kiss him again, reaching for him and pulling him down on top of you.

His mouth presses firmly against yours as he lets his body sink down on to yours and you can taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as it slides against yours.

"Oh my god," you whisper as he finally pulls away, a look of awe and wonder on his face as he takes in your blissed out expression.

"Was that okay... I mean did you..."

"You really need to ask?" You giggle, cutting him off, watching his lips instantly pull up into a wide smile. He's propped up on his elbows gazing down on you in such a way that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside and it's not just the residue of your climax this time.

"Well yeah, I mean that much was obvious," he grins. "But was it okay... ya know... for the first time?"

You draw your eyebrows together and raise your eyes in an over-the-top pensive expression, like you really need to think about his question, earning another chuckle from him.

"Well... I don't suppose I have anything to compare it to..."

You're laughing now too, you can't help it, there's a giddy excited feeling taking over you that you can't control, your mind already fast-forwarding to spending more time with Van, finding out everything about him. You want to discover what makes him smile, what makes him laugh, what makes him feel good, what turns him on...

You continue, sure the sparkle in Van's eyes mirrors your own. "But I guess now I know what all the fuss is about! Fucking hell that was unreal!"

"Mmm, you're unreal," he murmurs, bowing his head to plant a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

When he pulls back he starts to rise up, and you immediately fret he's making to leave, but your panic is short-lived when you realise he's just reaching out for the soft throw which is hanging over the back of your sofa, motioning you to sit up so he can drape it over your shoulders.

"C'mon love, you'll get cold," he says, wrapping it around you gently, covering your nakedness. The arm that reaches around your back to arrange the throw lingers, coming to rest across your shoulders.

And you stay like that, nuzzled comfortably together, as evening fades into night...

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