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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Yandere Short Stories:

Limerence (Prequel)

Yandere Rebellion Leader x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behaviors, mentions of past SA (on yandere’s part), murder, death, blood, a man slaughtering your entire family to be with you, etc

(Your name) quietly sobbed into her knees, her body curled tightly into a ball on the floor of her closet. The loud screams of the servants ring out through the hallways. Not a single doubt in her mind that the castle staff were being slain like cattle by the rebel troops.

When did everything go wrong? Would she soon join the rest of the castle’s inhabitants when the troops inevitably found her? Would they be merciful or would they gut her like a fish?

(Your name) didn’t want to think about it too much… she just hoped her death would be quick and painless.

Crack! Slam! Her door was splintered apart with brute force that made the closet doors shake. (Your name) quickly covered her mouth before she screamed out in fear. She didn’t want to alert the intruder of her whereabouts…

(Your name)’s breath hitched when she spotted a pair of leather shoes that stood outside the closet door through the crack of the door. Oh god… this was it.

(Your name)’s arms flew up to shield her face but strong hands quickly moved her arms out of the way so soft lips could be lovingly pressed against her soft cheeks.

“It’s okay… it’s me.” A smooth voice hummed softly while he continued to pepper (your name)’s face in kisses. “It’s Adonis.”

(Your name) reluctantly peeked her eyes open to see if his words rang true. Adonis’s chocolate curls were wild and his sea foam green eyes were filled with admiration. This was indeed her handsome childhood friend who stood before her.

“A-Adonis?” (Your name)’s brow furrowed in confusion. Why on earth was her stepmother’s personal servant here and why did he press kisses all over her like she was his lover? Didn’t he belong to her stepmother?

Adonis hummed in reply, his actions failed to cease while his hands now cupped her cheeks. “Yes, darling. It’s me… I’m here to get you out of here.”

(Your name) was shocked to be pulled into a warm embrace. Adonis’s muscular body did little to soothe her nerves, quite contrary. Adonis’s hug felt like a cage.

“Where’s my stepmother-“ (your name) nearly squealed when Adonis nipped at her neck. An angry red mark now visible on her smooth skin. “Adonis, what was that for-“

“She’s not in the picture anymore.” Adonis inhaled deeply to try to calm himself before he lashed out any further from the mention of his despicable mistress. “She interfered in our relationship for far too long.”

Relationship? What was Adonis talking about?

“Adonis?” (Your name) then noticed the speckles of blood that covered his tan face in shock. Blood?! Adonis wasn’t bleeding so whose blood could that be… no. Did this mean Adonis betrayed the royal family?

No… Adonis had been with her family for over a decade. They grew up together! Adonis and her were always such good friends! So why would he slaughter her family in the name of love?

“I love when you say my name, darling.” Adonis bent down and pressed his full lips against yours in a tender peck. “We no longer have to worry about what others think. I abolished this unfair system.”

(Your name) felt tears run down her face as Adonis continued to ramble. His sea foam green eyes lit up with madness. “We don’t have to sneak around anymore! You and I can finally be together, the way we were always meant to be.”

Realization sunk into (your name) at Adonis’s words. Did he mean the moments the two of them would run into each other in the rose garden at night? The nights where she’d have nightmares of fire and death while he would be slipping out of her stepmother’s chambers? The times she’d sit beside him on the bench and listen to each other’s woes? Adonis and (your name) always had a friendship since they were children… to think he interpreted her kindness for love was astounding. What on earth made him think she loved him?

“I’m so happy to finally be free. I no longer have to touch that vile woman ever again.” Adonis gave you a bright smile. “You were my shining light through this entire ordeal of my servitude. Without you, I’d be so lost.”

Adonis pulled her towards the window of her tower to gesture to the various fires set ablaze on the castle she once called home. The same scenery she often saw in her nightmares have become a reality.

“I destroyed it all. You’ll no longer have nightmares and I’ll no longer have to be intimate with our enemy!” Adonis gave you a bright smile when he took your smaller hands in his large ones. “This is the biggest gesture I can give you to express my utmost feelings to you. I’d set the whole world ablaze if they opposed us. It doesn’t matter the extreme, because I’m willing to go to any length to be with you.”

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redheadspark · 6 months

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can I get Druig with "how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast." and "you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?" 🥺

A/N - YAS FOR THIS! I would love to write this, thanks for the request, dear friend!

Ray

Summary - Who knew the mind-controlling Eternal was a ball of sunshine in the morning

Warnings - just some fluff :)

Humming was the first thing you heard when you were slowly waking up, much to your dismay.

Grumbling, you threw the thin sheet over your head to try and block out some of the sun that was about to pour into your little shack. The softer sounds of the trees high above rustling in the morning wind was the next thing you heard, a shiver going through your body as the humming was continuing. You huffed, knowing now that there was no way you were going to be sleeping again as the bed was now shifting. A pair of gentle yet calloused hands touched the top of your head and massaging your scalp as you wiggled under the sheet.

“Mornin’, my love,”

His deep tremor of a voice was enough to have you open your eyes, seeing through the thing sheet a silhouette of a body.

“How are you already awake this early?” You said in a mumble under the sheets as the fingers in your hair never stopped moving slowly, “It’s the weekend. We don’t have chores today.”

“Still a good day to wake early and enjoy,” he replied as you huffed, pushing the sheets down and scowling up at your husband of 400 years. Druig, perched over you on the bed with his tossed hair shining in the sun and his piercing blue eyes looking like sapphires orbs looking down at you. He was sporting a thin shirt and running pants, a thin sheet of sweat already evident on his face as he grinned widely at you.

“You went running?” You asked as a yawn as he nodded.

“Earlier this morning, since I know you’d rather sleep all day than enjoy the first rays of the morning,” He teased, you rolling your eyes.

“How can you be this cheery already? We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You stated as he shrugged.

“It’s a nice day, and I find it a blessin’.” He replied, then leaning down a bit to graze his nose with yours with affection. You could breathe in the soil that was under his nails from working out in your little vegetable garden the night before, the sweat he got from his rain, and something that was simply Druig, “The blessin’ of our village, the blessin’ of breathing in the fresh air of the jungle, and the greatest blessin’ of bein’ married to ya,”

500 years together in the Amazon was nothing short of heavenly for you and Druig. Getting there was such a harsh and difficult decision, simply because you two left your Eternals family behind. Druig went through so much turmoil and pain that night, knowing he was not able to help stop the genocide that was unfolding in front of all of you. As his wife, you stood by him and never swayed in that choice when he decided to go off on his own and branch out away from all you two knew. You too were heartbroken, not knowing when you were going to see the others again. It’s been 500 years of raising a village and being away from the rest of the world that seemed to evolve and grow.

Ajak told you one last thing before you followed behind Druig. You looked up to her as a mother, seeing the sense of comfort in her eyes as she gave you one last time.

“Take care of him and his heart,”

So you did.

Being married to the mind controller was nothing short of adventurous. You two knew each other far too well, from the mannerisms to routine. He loved sweets and you loved spice. You preferred simple affection in public whereas Druig saved his affection for the bedroom. You loved to sleep in and take your time in the morning, whereas Druig loved to rise early with chores on his mind and take care of the village before the sun would even rise.

It was a role reversal, you being the grumpy ball of sleep and Druig being the early-rising ray of sunshine.

“Druig…it’s too early,” You said as he was peppering you with kisses and laughing as he was. It was one of the tactics that he would use to get you out of bed.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked against your cheek. You said nothing, attempting to ignore him as he then went for the next tactic on his list. His fingers moved to go to your sides, tickling you and making you shriek in laughter as you writhed and wiggled in bed. Druig never stopped, keeping his fingers along your skin as you were laughing and crying at the same time. Druig never thought of anything more beautiful than you laughing on the bed, hair flying everywhere along your face and skin, the sun shining down on your dark hair to have it almost shimmer. To him, you were everything and more that he would ever want and cherish in this life.

“You won’t stop this until I say ‘yes’, will you?” You asked in a breath as he shook his head. Finally, knowing that this was a battle you weren’t going to win, relent and sighed, “Fine. Fine, I said! Let me get dressed first!”

“Good!” He replied, his fingers retreating as you finally caught your breath again and he leaned back to have you sit up in the bed, “Although next time we can eat breakfast in bed since you covet this bed more than me,”

“..you’re not wrong,” You teased, then being silenced with Druig’s lips on yours. You could take his sunshine attitude every day if you could, knowing that it would lift you up and push away the grumpiness that was deep inside of you. No matter how much you hated mornings, you would take Druig waking you up with kisses and sunshine every day if you could. His affection was shown in his smile, in his words, and in all he did around him and for you.

You’d happily take 500 more years of Druig’s happiness over anything on this planet.

The End

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

#druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig x eternal!reader #druig fanfiction #druig fluff #eternals #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #marvel #the eternals #marvel cinematic universe fandom #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu phase 4 #mcu fanfiction #mcu

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 6 months

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Yes votes / Artist - Song title / Poll number / Showdown votes / * Showdown Winner

95% A-ha - Take On Me #91 - 45.2% *

94,8% Boney M. - Rasputin #37 - 49,3% *

94,3% Dolly Parton - Jolene #110 - 43,1% *

94,1% Britney Spears - Toxic #04 - 51,9% *

92% Fleetwood Mac - The Chain #116 - 44,4% *

90,2% Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) #163 - 30,8% *

89,1% Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son #171 - 51% *

86,6% Amy Winehouse - Back to Black #190 - 32,9 *

86,3% Chumbawamba - Tubthumping #82 - 24,9%

86% Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode #53 - 18,6%

85,5% Dido - Thank You #120 - 5,6%

85,3% Ricky Martin - La Bomba #132 - 8,3%

85,2% Queen - The Show Must Go On #142 - 20,9%

85% Green Day - Basket Case #47 - 27,6% *

84,9% Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop #41 - 15,8%

84,7% The Cardigans - Lovefool #135 - 24,2% *

84,5% Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling in Love #136 - 18,8%

84,4% Daryl Hall & John Oates - Out of Touch #67 - 31,4% *

82,7% Nightwish - The Phantom of the Opera #144 - 8,6%

82,6% Junior Senior - Move Your Feet #76 - 6,5%

82,4% Myrkur - Tor i Helheim #54 - 7% 82,4% Tracy Chapman - Fast Car #145 - 32,5% *

82% Backstreet Boys - I Want It That Way #105 - 19,2%

81,9% Blue Swede - Hooked on a Feeling #152 - 17,1% * 81,9% 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite #167 - 15,1%

81,6% N Sync - Bye Bye Bye #52 - 26,9% *

81,5% Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over the Rainbow #42 - 16,7%

80,7% Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity #72 - 17,9%

80,5% Pixies - Where Is My Mind? #148 - 13,5%

80,2% Oasis - Wonderwall #157 - 16%

80,1% Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun #119 - 14,9%

79,6% Fats Waller - Ain't Misbehavin' #179 - 7,1%

79,4% Falco - Rock Me Amadeus #185 - 23,2%

79,3% Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up - #Bonus Poll

78,8% Shakira - Ojos Así #75 - 7,5%

78,5% Kaoma - Lambada #57 - 4,2%

78,4% Danny Elfman - This Is Halloween #05 - 13,9%

78,2% Panic at the Disco - The Ballad of Mona Lisa #78 - 18,5% *

78% Panjabi MC - Mundian To Bach Ke #64 - 5,3%

77,6% Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower #95 - 13.1% 77,6% Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World #118 - 10,7%

77% Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road #22 - 29,4% * 77% Kesha - Blow #38 - 12,1%

76,4% Salt-N-Pepa with En Vogue - Whatta Man #134 - 15,1%

76,3% Johnny Cash - Hurt #81 - 35,6% * 76,3% Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside #92 - 8.2% 76,3% The Offspring - Gone Away #143 - 5,9% 76,3% The Longest Johns - Hoist Up The Thing #169 - 7,8%

76% Foo Fighters - The Pretender #111 - 14,2%

75,9% Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows #87 - 12,9%

75,7% Nothing but Thieves - Is Everybody Going Crazy? #113 - 3,7%

75,5% Tarkan - Şımarık #94 - 3.1%

75,4% Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire #188 - 8,8%

75,2% Eiffel 65 - Blue (Da Ba Dee) #147 - 14,2%

74,9% Måneskin - Off My Face #151 - 7,9%

74,8% Måneskin - Zitti e Buoni #16 - 33% *

74,6% Nat King Cole - Nature Boy #09 - 7,2% 74,6% Within Temptation - Stand My Ground #165 - 6,4%74,6% Pink - Who Knew #166 - 8,4%

74,4% Go_A - Shum #177 - 18,7%

74,3% Arash - Tike Tike Kardi #137 - 2,6%

73,6% Paula Abdul - Straight Up #156 - 6,2%

73,3% Beck - Loser #124 - 16,4% 73,3% Massive Attack - Teardrop #187 - 17,4%

72,6% Evanescence - Imaginary #44 - 13,5%

72% Robbie Williams - The Road to Mandalay #129 - 3,9%

71,8% Billie Piper - Day & Night #173 - 5,6%

71,7% Lil Green - Why Don't You Do Right? #34 - 1,8%

71,1% Cab Calloway - Minnie the Moocher #130 - 14,4%

71% Udit Narayan - Bholi Si Surat #141 - 1,5%

70,9% Nine Inch Nails - Closer #93 - 22%

70,7% Ryan Gosling - I'm Just Ken #159 - 12,4%

70,6% The Lightning Seeds - You Showed Me #59 - 2,7% 70,6% Savage Garden - To the Moon and Back #83 - 7%

70,5% Queen - Mustapha #29 - 11,4%

70,4% Soggy Bottom Boys - I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow #26 - 22,3% 70,4% Metallica - Wherever I May Roam #77 - 8,6%

69,9% MUCC - Ryuusei #19 - 7,4%

69,5% Spooks - Things I've Seen #104 - 0,8%

69,2% Flo Rida feat Kesha - Right Round #02 - 6,2%

68,9% Era - Ameno (Remix) #24 - 4,8%

68,5% Linkin Park - Bleed It Out #63 - 23,9% 68,5% Snow - Informer #139 - 4,7%

68,3% Run-DMC featuring Aerosmith - Walk This Way #127 - 10,9%

68,2% Limahl - The NeverEnding Story #60 - 9,8% 68,2% Nelly Furtado - Maneater #160 - 17,1% *

68,1% Stromae - L'enfer #89 - 9,8%

67,9% Urban Symphony - Rändajad #90 - 2,2%

67,8% Muse - Endlessly #107 - 9,4%

67,6% My Chemical Romance - Sing #80 - 17,3%

67,3% “Weird Al” Yankovic - White & Nerdy #43 - 16%

67% Avicii - Hey Brother #164 - 13,9%

66,7% The Hives - Two-Timing Touch and Broken Bones #58 - 2,7%

66,3% System of a Down - B.Y.O.B. #128 - 26,2% *

66% Texas - Summer Son #154 - 2,6%

65,8% Cliff Edwards - When You Wish Upon a Star #85 - 2,2%

65,7% Modern Talking - Brother Louie #50 - 4% 65,7% Ivan Campo - Dice Man #181 - 1,2%

65,4% Harry McClintock - The Big Rock Candy Mountains #131 - 6,7%

65,2% Eimear Quinn - The Voice #32 - 2,5% 65,2% 2Pac featuring Dr. Dre and Roger Troutman - California Love #121 - 8,3% 65,2% Radio Company - Drowning #172 - 2,2%

64,7% Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch #162 - 9%

64,6% Gorillaz - Stylo #61 - 15,8% 64,6% Duran Duran - The Chauffeur #133 - 7,1%

64,4% Alice Cooper - Poison #01 - 10,5% 64,4% Depeche Mode - It's No Good #101 - 9,1%

64,1% Destiny’s Child - Jumpin’, Jumpin’ #51 - 12,7%

64% 2 Unlimited - No Limit #182 - 3,2% 64% 30 Seconds to Mars - Battle of One #183 - 3,9%

63,8% Kongos - Come With Me Now #17 - 15,9% 63,8% A. R. Rahman - Jai Ho #40 - 4,6%

63,3% Dua Lipa - New Rules #126 - 10,6%

63,1% Olly Murs - Heart Skips A Beat #106 - 2,2%

63% Moby - Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad? #123 - 3,8%

62,4% 30 Seconds to Mars - Fallen #30 - 5,5% 62,4% Beastie Boys - Intergalactic #153 - 16%

62,3% Childish Gambino - This Is America #71 - 18,2%

62% Billie Eilish - No Time to Die #168 - 5%

61,4% The Prodigy - Breathe #112 - 4,5%

61,3% Blue Stahli - One Last Breath #99 - 1.8%

61,1% Wham! - Everything She Wants #108 - 6,5%

60,6% Lordi - Hard Rock Hallelujah #70 - 9,9% 60,6% Kwoon featuring Babet - King Of Sea #115 . 0,5%

60,2% Toni Braxton - You're Makin' Me High #155 - 1,4%

58,9% AC/DC - Hail Caesar #158 - 3,2%

58,7% Duran Duran - The Wild Boys #21 - 9,6%

58,5% Nova Twins - Antagonist #68 - 4,5%

58,1% Madonna - Live to Tell #184 - 3%

56,8% Mendez - Adrenaline #23 - 1,2% 56,8% Sash! - Ecuador #73 - 1,7% 56,8% Anouk - Nobody's Wife #176 - 2,2%

56,7% George Michael and Mary J. Blige - As #62 - 3,2% 56,7% Kelis - Trick Me #175 - 4,2%

56,6% Nikka Costa - Like A Feather #48 - 0,6% 56,6% Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds & Kylie Minogue - Where the Wild Roses Grow #103 - 5,7%

56,1% Margaret Berger - I Feed You My Love #117 - 0,8%

55,9% Blur - Coffee & TV #56 - 9,7%

55,7% Big Brovaz - Nu Flow #65 - 0,9% 55,7% K’s Choice - Everything For Free #79 - 1,2%

55,4% Moby - Natural Blues #07 - 2,5% 55,4% Janet Jackson featuring Q-Tip and Joni Mitchell - Got 'til It's Gone #146 - 2,2%

55,2% Rammstein - Engel #35 - 7,3%

55,1% Maximum the Hormone - What's Up, People?! #138 - 10,6%

54,5% Billie Myers - Tell Me #86 - 0,9% 54,5% Lana Del Rey - High by the Beach #186 - 4,4%

54% Aqua - Turn Back Time #28 - 8,2%

53,9% Ardis - No Man's Land #88 - 0,9%

53,5% Kylie Minogue - Confide In Me #13 - 5,2%

53,4% Apashe - Lord & Master #170 - 1,5%

52,8% Madonna - Who's That Girl #18 - 9,8%

52,7% Aerosmith - Falling in Love (Is Hard on the Knees) #84 - 3,5% 52,7% MUCC - Daikirai #161 - 2,1%

52,2% Marilyn Manson - The Fight Song #49 - 2,1%

52,1% DJ Shadow - Six Days #180 - 2%

51,6% Bomfunk MC's - Freestyler #14 - 6%

51,3% Mariah Carey - The Roof (Back in Time) #46 - 1,4% 51,3% Mori Calliope & Reol - 虚像のCarousel #55 - 5,6%

49,9% Basement Jaxx - Where's Your Head At #31 - 6,9%

49,8% Shaggy - Hey Sexy Lady #122 - 4,1%

49,7% Warren G & Sissel - Prince Igor #20 - 2,2%

49% Billie Eilish - NDA #10 - 2,6%

47,7% Massive Attack - Angel #39 - 5,9%

47,5% Adam Tensta - My Cool #11 - 1%

47,4% Slipknot - The Blister Exists #100 - 2,6%

47% Seether - Fuck It #74 - 2,6%

46,9% Rhiannon Giddens - Way Over Yonder #102 - 1,2%

46,8% Spiritbox - Rotoscope #66 - 2,6%

46,6% Sabrina Carpenter - Feather #25 - 4,6%

46% Prince - The Greatest Romance Ever Sold #69 - 2,6%

45,6% Jimmy Cliff feat Lebo M - Hakuna Matata #06 - 2%

44,3% 3T and Michael Jackson - Why #114 - 0,7%

44,2% Tones and I - Dance Monkey #178 - 6,1%

43,9% The Prodigy - No Good (Start the Dance) #08 - 2,6% 43,9% David Bowie - I'm Afraid of Americans #33 - 8,5% 43,9% Faithless - Insomnia #109 - 2,9%

42,7% Fatboy Slim - Weapon of Choice #12 - 16,3%

42,6% Eminem - Rabbit Run #27 - 2,9%

40,6% Michael Jackson - Will You Be There #45 - 2,3%

39,8% Alanis Morissette - I Was Hoping #96 - 1.6%

38,8% Wyclef Jean - Gone Till November #36 - 1,1%

38,5% Bright Light Bright Light featuring Mark Gatiss - Next To You #174 - 0,8%

37,9% Ariana Grande - Yes, And? #140 - 1,8%

37,6% Babylon Zoo - Spaceman #189 - 2%

36,5% Jedward - Luminous #125 - 1,4%

35,3% Noporn - Geleia de Morango #150 - 0,3%

34,6% Ena Mori - Fall Inlove! #149 - 0,4%

33,3% Ryan Gosling - Put Me in the Car #15 - 3,2%

30% Darren Hayes - Spin #03 - 0,6%

29% Dreamcrusher - In Due Time #98 - 0.7%

28,2% BTS - Life Goes On #97 - 1.8%

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andysorbit · 7 months

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Touch: No Hands Part 2 (m)

idol!Jisung x slightly older fem!reader

genre: smut, romance

warnings: he's gonna put her in a headlock, okay?, overstimulation, dirty talk, choking, face slapping, spit play, kitchen sex, breeding kink kinda but not heavy

word count: 1.4k

author's note: stfu t(-_-t)

pt. 1

Sungie: NOONA!!! 2 HOURS!! Get those lips ready because I can't wait for the smoochies!!

Y/n: Counting the minutes! Are you sure you don't want me to come pick you up at the airport?

Sungie: I ain't no baby 😗

A chill rushes from the top of your head all the way to the soles of your feet and text back:

Y/n: Sure… sure

Sungie: Love you peach. I'll see you soon 💕

That night on the phone was the last time you came. You had promised Jisung you'd save your pleasure for him. Sharing pictures back and forth have had you both flustered to say the very least but you know it's going to be worth it.

You busy yourself as you wait for him. After preparing a nice soup for lunch to warm him up when he comes in, you lower the fire and let it simmer.

You take a bath and dress in an oversized t-shirt and slip on the powder pink thong he bought for you.

You check your phone after your bath to find another text from him;

Sungie: There should be a half heart emoji because that's all I am without you… half a heart 😗

You smile and text back:

Y/n: Are you listening to One Direction?

Sungie: Yeth

Y/n: Just hurry up and get here. I made you soup for lunch 🫶🏽

Sungie: Sure I'll just hijack the plane and put it in turbo mode so I can be there in the next 5 minutes. Get the roof ready so I can land it on the rooftop garden 😑

Sungie: Wait you made me soup????? 🥹

Y/n: Yeah veggie and beef soup 😎

Sungie: Noona?? 🥹 you made my favorite????

Y/n: And yes there's onions in it. I'm not Jeno 😇

Sungie: That's my girl 😭 I love you queen 🫶🏻

You put your phone down and check the soup and give it a stir then try staying occupied. Time crawls by as you do whatever you can to stay busy and distracted but it's nearly impossible.

You wait by the door when the time arises, anxious and pacing like an excited puppy waiting for her owner to come home. When you hear his keys jingle, you unlock the door and open it.

"Oh! I thought I heard you pacing," he laughs as his eyes take you in. He's clutching a bouquet of daffodils and he steps in before dropping his duffle bag. You both collide into a warm hug and all's right with the world.

"Missed you, peach," he sighs as he presses his cold face into the crook of your neck.

"I missed you more," you whisper.

He laughs and squeezes you tighter, "I'll let you believe that."

He backs you up and kicks the door shut; still refusing to let you go, he peppers your face with kisses as he hums with contentment,

"You smell good and the soup smells good and I'm so glad I'm home… and you're so warm, noona… Feels so good to hold you and squeeze you. My little stress ball..." he mumbles as he hugs you tighter.

You give him an extra squeeze before you pull away, "Get settled in. You've gotta be exhausted," You say as you push his hair away from his forehead.

Jisung shrugs off his coat, "Not really… I'm not tired at all actually."

"No?" You say in surprise as you take the bouquet from him, "Well I'm gonna put these in some water. You go shower and get ready to eat."

You pad into the kitchen and take a vase from a cabinet. As you fill it with water, you try to keep your cool. There's no sense in jumping him already. He's barely even been home for twenty minutes and although he said he's not tired, you know how tiring traveling can be and you want him to settle in and get comfortable.

After arranging the flowers in the vase, you bring them into your bedroom and set them on the dresser.

You go back to the kitchen and spoon out some soup for both of you. You set the bowls down on the table and you lean against the counter to wait for Jisung. You stare at the bowls and watch the steam rise. He comes into the kitchen freshly showered and dressed in black a t-shirt and dark gray sweatpants. His dark locks are pushed back and he looks too good to resist.

He stops to look at you and smirks,

"Look at my girl… come here," he says and pulls you into his arms. You let him rock you side to side and you close your eyes as you inhale his scent. It wasn't really that long since you were in each other's arms but any amount of time away from him feels like a lifetime.

He backs you against the counter and eyes you longingly, "I don't know how I'm supposed to carry out my plan with you since you're wearing this shirt and if you're wearing what I think you're wearing underneath this shirt then, that means you're in big trouble."

His hands travel down to lift the hem of your shirt and he sighs as he reveals your thong, "Just like I thought. Come on… give it to me."

He grabs your leg and holds it up so he can press his bulge against your clothed heat.

You look at him with the same stupid look you always give him when you want him and he stares you down impassively, "Well?" he says as he dips down to kiss you roughly.

"Huh?" You breathe.

"Get it out… you should know this, noona. Getting stupid thinking about my dick already? Come on now," he laughs.

You untie his sweatpants and push them down just enough to free his cock. You stroke him slowly and he hisses, "Good girl."

He takes over and drags the head of his cock back and forth over your soaking entrance as he eyes you dangerously.

"So is my girl gonna let me in? Feels so tight… fuck, baby… do you think I'm gonna fit?" he asks as he continues his teasing. You whine and nod,

"You always make it fit… always… love it. Love how you stretch me," You sigh.

"You love how I barely fit inside? Hm? Such a slut," he moans and he slides in just the tip before pulling out again.

"Daddy," You whimper.

"There she is… is that poor little kitty purring just for me?"

You nod, "Want you so bad… please."

He continues teasing you as you clench around nothing and he laughs as he lines himself up and presses into you; disrupting your balance and forcing you to hold onto his shoulders for support.

"Look at my pretty princess," he sighs as he gives a slow roll of his hips. The stretch draws a whine out of you and you clench around him as he gradually moves faster. His free hand moves up and pushes his thumb past your lips to hold your mouth open and he spits on your tongue.

"You didn't even try to stop me… you wanted that too, huh?" he chuckles.

You nod as you swallow and he leans in to kiss you. You whine into his mouth as he slams into you and suddenly he's pulling up your shirt to expose your breasts. You gasp as he dips down to suck your nipple into his mouth and your hands find their way to grab at his locks.

"Please… I- I- I…. I need you," You beg.

Jisung's hands roam over your thighs as he switches nipples and hums against your heated skin. He always takes his time with you. Ever patient, he earned his right to be.

He wasn't always this way. As much as he wanted to be, you wouldn't let him. It had taken you some time to even accept that he wanted you. He was never pushy or overbearing but instead, he let you take the lead. After all, you were the one who needed to work past the insecurities you felt dating a younger man.

Jisung did the work. Putting in the necessary time to not only understand you but also to make you secure enough to let your guard down, he gently and gradually stripped you down to your most vulnerable state and established himself as the man you initially told him he couldn't be.

You close your eyes and let him have his way with you. Clenching around him and writhing, you whimper as he comes back up to kiss you. He fucks into you slowly and moans against your mouth.

"Daddy," You moan.

He chuckles and pulls out.

"No, no, no, no… Sungie- no- wait- please-" You shriek as you claw at his shirt.

"I'm hungry… I wanna eat," he says and kisses you.

You try to hold him in place and he grabs your wrists gently but firmly, "Considering it doesn't take much to get you running from my dick, I think you should behave yourself. We have all day so how about you be a good girl for me?"

You shake your head, "No… no… please," You plead.

"No?" he says with raised eyebrows and a terse frown.

"Please? Please don't… I… oh God. Please," You beg.

Jisung smiles, "Let's make a deal… I'll use my fingers to make you cum but after, I get to eat my soup in peace and you can't ask me for anything. I'll give you what I want when I want to and you have to be grateful and accept it… whether it's not enough or it's far too much for sweet little you to handle. Okay?"

You nod, "Okay… Deal… yeah."

He laughs as he slides his hand into your thong and toys with your clit. You close your eyes and gyrate against his hand, "Daddy… oh… yeah… Feels so good. So good… love you… fuck me," You whine.

"Eyes on me. If you want me to make you feel good, you need to let me see those pretty eyes. Keep them on me, okay?" he says gently as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You look at him and struggle to maintain eye contact because he's so beautiful. Since you two have known each other, you've both yielded to eye contact with heated cheeks and shy giggles but always seeking that upper hand, Jisung found strength in your relinquishment and has won every staring contest he's ever challenged you to.

"Cum for me… come on. Give it to me," he says teasingly as he holds your gaze, "Cum on daddy's fingers… that's my good little girl."

Your body convulses wildly as you come undone with a strangled cry and Jisung talks you through it, praising you softly as his fingers speed up and push you to your limit. You try to push his hand away but his free hand comes up to land a soft slap to your face before grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look him in his eyes, "Oh no, no, no, no, no… don't you push my hand away. You made a deal, sweetheart. Besides, you were just begging for it and now you wanna push me away? I'm being nice to you, baby. I'm being so fucking nice to you and you wanna push my hand away instead of thanking me? Thank me," he says in that smug and playful voice. As playful as he may sound, you know what he's capable of and what he'll do.

Jisung relishes in how effortlessly you submit to his demands. His fingers don't cease and you feel so far gone that you gasp for air and release

"Sor- s- sorry… m-sorry," You sob as you try to close your legs.

"Didn't ask for an apology- open your fucking legs... Right now or I'll stop," he says teasingly against your lips. You try to kiss him but he pulls back and laughs devilishly before slowly dragging his tongue over your trembling lips, "Thank me… say it… 'thank you, daddy'... go on."

"Thank… thank you… daddy," You sob softly. His fingers are too much but you love it and he knows you do.

"Yeah… that's it… thank me again," he hums.

"Thank… you… d- d- daddy… thank you," You stammer and Jisung laughs. Tears spill down your cheeks as you cum harder than you did the first time. He smirks and slaps your cheek a little harder then holds your face firmly in his hand and kisses you softly. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily and his thumb strokes the apple of your cheek, "Love you so... fucking much, noona... felt like like... like I couldn't breathe without you... I love you... fucking love you so much, God... love you," he pants as he press sloppy, greedy kisses to your mouth.

You whimper as he trails kisses along your jawline then back to your trembling lips; your bodies writhe against each other's and Jisung chuckles as his fingers cease from stroking urgent circles against your clit. Your brief moment of relief is interrupted by Jisung lifting your leg and pressing into you again.

"I didn't even want the fucking soup," he grunts as he pounds into you. The sound of his hips meeting yours echoes through the kitchen and mingles with the gentle moans that pour out of both of your mouths.

"Sungie," You gasp.

"Daddy," he hisses as he pulls out of you. You claw at his shirt and he laughs as he overpowers you so effortlessly to turn you around and circle his arm around your neck.

"Daddy... oh fuck... daddy," You pant. He tightens his arm around your neck and slides back into you with a soft sigh, "Tap me if you don't like this," he groans, "I think you do though." His stroke is slow but sharp and each collision against your ass passes a deep grunt from his mouth into your ear.

He's right. You do. You love it in fact.

"Love... it," You softly rasp.

Jisung's hips falter for a moment and he gasps, "Gonna cum deep inside you, baby... Are you gonna be a good girl and take it all for me? Huh, baby?" he moans. His tongue glides along the shell of your ear as another soft chuckles rumbles in his chest.

"Breed me," You beg softly.

You know your birth control won't actually allow that but you melt at the thought of it as Jisung's moans raise in volume, "So you want me to breed you?" he grunts, "I love how you just spill all your dirty secrets to me now... I don't even have to try with you anymore... all I have to do is slut you out and you tell me everything."

You gasp as his arm tightens just a little more and you bring your hands up to squeeze his forearm. The tightness of his arm around your neck drives you into a frenzy as his hips mercilessly meet against your ass in succession.

Jisung's other hand comes down to nestle against your pussy and he drags a finger quickly over your clit, "Can you take one more for me? Huh, noona?" that soft and whispy lull of feigned innocence pushes you closer to the edge and you try in vain to push his hand away from the unbearable sensitivity he's pushed you towards.

He laughs each time you try but fail to push his hand off; effortlessly holding you close and throttling you with all of his might, you both move together and sigh. You find yourself hyper-aware of how hot and damp you skin has become and how weak your legs are.

You come undone with a weak cry as Jisung strokes you and he pulls his hand away to bring his hand up and suck your wetness away. You feel your body slumping but he holds you tight against his torso as he brings himself closer and closer to his own release, "Gonna breed you... Fuck... Fuck, baby... Oh God... Yeah... Fucking. Take. It."

He cums deep and hard as he shudders and his hips falter. His thrusts grow slower and sloppier before finally coming to a stop. He drops his arm from around your neck and palms the side of your head in his hand to press kisses to your cheek, jaw, and neck, "Fucking love you... God..."

You sigh when he slides out of you and turns you around to face him. Your body trembles and he helps hold you up, "I love you... love you so much... love you," You mumble.

Jisung chuckles as he circles his arms around you, "I lied about not wanting the soup... just wanted you more."

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anistarrose · 9 months

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I like to think blupjeans and taakitz both kind of skirt around all the Norms of the Institution of Marriage but like, in exactly opposite ways

Barry and Lup get married every cycle, where some ceremonies are incredibly grand and emotional and taken seriously, and others are in an understaffed Fantasy Olive Garden. after the Stolen Century they use weddings multiple times a year as an excuse to bake and get friends together. they have beach-themed weddings, Halloween-themed weddings, even wedding-themed weddings. rings and special outfits and marriage licenses are toys for them to play with, like cats with those little crinkle balls, or children with legos

then Taako and Kravitz don't ever formally get married, or at least not for a very long time, but after a few years together they do start slowly peppering "husband" into their repertoire of nicknames/pet names for each other. they do not explain this decision or elaborate on it to anyone else. no one knows if they coordinated this to fuck with people, or if they're just that on the same wavelength

I think both couples are sickeningly head over heels for their respective partners, and love being in love so much, but when it comes to marriage they are simply so weird about it <3

#taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #blupjeans #taakitz #barry bluejeans #lup taaco #taako taaco #kravitz taz

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Innocence Pt I

Innocence Series Masterpost

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgteron x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict teaches his intended what he can do with his mouth. First in a series following on from Temptation.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, innocence kink, dirty talk, sex education, nipple play, oral sex (m to f)

Word count: 4.0k

Authors note: welcome to this first in a new series of fics that follow on from Temptation! Thanks to @makaylan for beta read. I hope you all enjoy! <3

You wake to what sounds like hail. But it can’t be. There is silence again, then after a short while, a pitter-patter on glass.

Hail doesn’t sound like that.

You pad out of bed and go to the window, pushing aside the heavy silk drape to look out.

It’s not raining, in fact, it’s a clear night, and the moon is throwing stark shadows. Just as you’re wondering what the noise could have been, you spy some gravel on your windowsill and movement below. Stepping into a moonbeam is the face of your now-intended Benedict Bridgerton.

You quickly throw up the sash window.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss down at him, glancing around nervously to ensure he has not been seen.

“Do you share a room?” He calls up softly.

“No...” you frown, “why?”

“Excellent, I’m coming up,” is all he says before you startle at the physical prowess he displays, effortlessly scaling a thick drainpipe and swinging himself onto the mini balcony in the middle of your room. He is clad in a ruffled shirt and trousers on this warm summer evening.

You hurry over and push aside those curtains, yanking open the French doors and almost tumble against him. You breathe his name, and his lips capture yours in a searing passionate kiss—your insides fizzing from the illicit thrill that he has come to visit you in the dead of night.

“I had to see you again,” he explains, lips peppering across your face, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

“But the ball only finished a few hours ago,” you point out, the last word dying off as he gently bites your earlobe, silently chastising yourself for stating the obvious.

“And I have been thinking about you ever since,” he rasps in your ear. “Your scent and taste on my fingers is too much to bear. I had to see you.” The tinge of desperation and passion in his voice catches your breath. “I need more of you; I need to teach you more things. Right now,” he says fiercely.

“Benedict,” you stutter and cling to him as he walks you back into your bedroom, his kiss hot and heavy again.

“Does your door lock?” he asks softly, ghosting over your lips as he manoeuvres you towards your bed.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Is it locked right now?“ his tone gets even lower.

“Yes,” it’s barely audible.

He cups your face in his hands. “Good.” He says the word languorous and decadently, and you feel something inside you catch fire. “Are you ready to learn some new things?” A finger traces the bow of your lips as he asks.

“Yes, husband,” it’s fervent and breathy.

“I’m not your husband yet,” he simpers. “If I were, you would be screaming my name about now.”

“Like… like that servant lady did... that I saw in the gardens?”

“Just like that,” a hand smears down your throat to rest on the expanse of skin above the neckline of your nightgown, “you would feel so good you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.”

You feel your heart hammering against your chest right below his warm palm.

He moves you both slowly until he sits on the edge of your bed, pulling you to stand between his legs, him looking up at you with a knowing smile.

“Remember I said I’d teach you what we can do with our mouths?” His voice is silken as his fingers trail lightly over the top of your breast, along the edge of your white cotton nightgown.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Well, tonight, you are going to find out what I can do with mine,” he states, as one blunt fingernail scrapes lightly over the fabric, snagging against your nipple.

Your breath catches, and you rock towards his touch.

“I love how responsive you are.” It's gravelly as his other hand mirrors the action, the thin layer of cotton doing little to dull the sensation.

Then his hands are gone, rounding your bum, his head pitches forward, and you moan as you feel wet heat on your left nipple as he opens his mouth around it, soaking the fabric with his saliva and flicking the point of his tongue against you. Your skin pulls taut, puckering hard against his questing movements. It’s a flash of pleasure that races to your core. His mouth closes up, sucking hard as he scrapes an edge of teeth around your hardened nub, clamping down just enough that you squirm against the firm hold he has on your bottom, your body bowed against him.

“Benedict,” you murmur, feeling drunken, the wet fabric dragging delightfully against your stiff peak.

“Mmm, do you like what my mouth can do to you, my love?”

“Yesssss,” you hiss as he moves across to your other nipple to treat it the same.

“I feel funny again,” you whisper.

“Tell me in detail, darling,” he tutors, pulling away from you a fraction to speak, the warmth of his breath over the wet fabric making you break out into goosebumps.

“My lips feel hot, my nipples feel tingly, and I have an ache between my legs,” you catalogue honestly.

He lets out a resonant sound, the vibration of which skitters across your skin.

“That is desire, my love,” he says quietly, “your body telling you it wants me.”

“I want you very much,” you confirm quickly.

“I know you do. I will give you what you need,” his voice rich and low.

“What will you do to me this time?” you pant, anticipation burning.

“Remember how I touched you between your legs? How I put my fingers inside you?”

“Yes.”

“I'm going to kiss you there,” his tone is dark and glittery.

“With… with your mouth?” you swallow audibly.

“Oh yes,” he chuckles.

“But… but I didn't see the servants do that,” you stumble, trying to understand why he would do such a thing.

“What you saw is only a fraction, my love,” he smirks. “There are so many, many things we can do together. And one of them is me kissing you between your legs.” He smiles at you and tenderly brushes a lock of hair over your shoulder. “You will enjoy it very much, I promise. Do you enjoy it when I run my tongue into your mouth when we kiss?”

“Yes, it feels wonderful,” you breathe, curling your fingers around his broad shoulders, the warmth of his skin seeping through his shirt.

“Well, it will feel even better when I run my tongue inside you… down here.” His voice drops almost an octave as one hand slides from your bottom to the front of your gown, where your thighs meet.

“You want to do that?” your voice incredulous.

“Very much so. I can run my tongue in places you may have never seen yet. But don't worry. Before we are married, you will see all of your body in a mirror. When I teach you exactly how to touch yourself,” it's whispered hotly against your skin, fingers swirling over your pubic hair through your nightgown.

“Will that be tonight?” you ask quickly, eager to know everything he is willing to share.

“I think when I am done kissing between your legs, you will want to sleep.” he smiles smugly, “and it gives me an excuse to return another night. Would you like that? For me to sneak back to you in the middle of the night?”

“Yes, please,” you sway in his grip.

“Mmm, I thought so. Now, let's take off your nightgown,” he says silkily, a hand tugging gently on the hem, bringing it up over your knees.

“I'm not wearing anything else,” you chew your lip gently.

“That's precisely what I want to hear,” he sighs unevenly. “Now take it off for me,” he encourages.

You cross your arms and whip the nightgown up and over your head, sailing onto the bed beside him.

He inhales sharply as you stand utterly naked before him.

“Do I look acceptable to you, husband-to-be?” you inquire nervously, biting your lips and watching his eyes slowly perusing your body.

You can almost feel the weight of his heated gaze. Perhaps subconsciously, he peeks his tongue out and licks his lower lip.

“Oh my love, you are so perfect for me,” his voice soft, fingers wrapping around your waist, then mapping the flare of your hips.

His lips return to your breasts; this time no cotton to separate, just the heat and suction of his mouth. You keen loudly at the extra sensation, and his fingers dig into the back of your thighs, pulling you closer against him. One of your knees nudges up to a bulge in his trousers, and he surges against your leg as his tongue swirls around your nipple.

“Your skin tastes sweet,” he moans, suckling hard, pulling you into a tighter embrace, enveloping your body.

There is now a fire in your core, molten hot, and you feel a drip onto your inside thigh.

“Benedict,” you call softly, “my thighs are sticky again.”

He groans, and his teeth graze you.

“I’ll never tire of you telling me that,” he gusts. You feel fingers sink into your public hair and then down further. “But tell me you are wet for me instead, darling.”

“I am wet for you, Benedict,”

“God, yes you are,” he growls, parting your folds.

He rubs an achingly slow circle around your clit as he bites down on each nipple in turn, not quite to the point of pain but dancing near it, your knees wanting to buckle. You hiss and run your hands into his hair, gripping it in your fist.

You squeak as he suddenly lets go and bands his arms around your thighs, picking you off the ground and collapsing back onto the bed, so you lay atop him, something hard and insistent pushing against your abdomen. He captures your lips with his, rolling until you are under him, diagonal on the bed.

“Oh…”

It's all you can muster at the potent sensation of being so surrounded, his warm weight pinning you down onto the mattress. He pulls your legs open and either side of his.

“How does this feel, my darling?” he asks, kissing your cheek and slowly thrusting his clothed body against the apex of your thighs.

“You feel so… so overwhelming,” you answer candidly, fingertips exploring the muscles on his back and biting your lip.

“Mmmm, good. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Now. Here is where you learn what else my mouth can do,” Benedict’s voice is sinful, a crooked smile spreading over his face.

His lips slide down onto your neck and over your collarbone, dropping hot little kisses that make your skin feel afire. He maps the length of your breastbone with his tongue, achingly slow, leaving a trail of wetness that cools on your skin and makes you shiver, your hands now fisting the sheets around you, flexing with the sensations coursing through your body.

Your breath quickens as he gently nibbles down along your lowest rib, biting the flesh of your side at the dip of your waist, making you writhe at the strange, not quite ticklish, not quite painful sensation. Large warm hands press your hipbones down into the mattress, keeping you still as that tongue swirls patterns over the soft swell of your belly, pausing at your belly button to look up at you.

“How does it feel to have my mouth on your body, fiancée?” He looks up at you with pupils blown; his voice is low and dangerous, pitched to buzz all the way to your core.

“Wonderful,” you sigh in a heavy breath; your nipples crave to be touched again, the ache between your legs flaring hard as the frill of his shirt tickles against your clit.

With his chin resting on your belly, he reaches over to release your vice-like grip on the bedding and brings your right hand to his mouth, suddenly enveloping your pointer and ring finger. You stutter at the sucking on your skin and the swirling of his tongue. He pulls off them with a lascivious wet noise, then guides them to your nipples.

“Touch yourself, darling,” he murmurs, “I can tell you need it.”

You do as asked, and he makes a prideful sound as you gasp and your body flexes under him.

“Mmm, that’s just a preview of what you’ll learn when I teach you how to pleasure yourself,”

“It feels so good, Benedict,” you sigh, “but not as good as your mouth,” you add as a cheeky retort.

His deep chuckle into your skin makes you clench as he inches lower, his mouth feeling so hot. His nose trails into the patch of hair between your legs, and he inhales loudly, almost lewd.

“There it is,” he rumbles, “that delicious smell that has haunted me all evening. I can’t wait to have a real taste.”

You are breathing in short puffs as his knees slide off the bed, and he drags you bodily by the hips to the edge, your shoulders catching slightly on the rucked sheets. He splays your thighs wide apart, your feet resting on his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he demands softly, waiting until you meet his gaze framed by your thighs. “Grab a pillow, darling; I want you to watch me do this to you.”

You do as asked, enjoying the little smile twitching on his lips as you obey his instructions.

“Good girl,” he intones, and something hot and liquid races down your spine at the way he says it.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He smirks. “I just saw your nostrils flare and your pupils dilate; it seems you like it when I call you a…. good girl” you inhale sharply as the last two words are muffled against your flesh as he then envelopes your clitoral hood and sucks hard.

“Oh my god,” you cry out unbidden.

“Shhh, darling, we mustn’t wake the house remember?” He menaces against your warm wet folds, his expression so cocky.

“What are you doing to me?” you query in a loud whisper.

“Do you remember how I touched you here with my thumb earlier? Well, this little nub here…” he pauses to spear the tip of his tongue lightly against your clit, and you stutter even at that feather-light touch. “...It’s the most sensitive spot on your whole body, my love, and it responds to many sensations.” You breathe gustily out of your nose and bite your lip.

“I can lick…” he flattens his tongue and licks a wide strip against it as you keen, your teeth digging into your lip almost painfully.

“Swirl…” the tongue rotates around the spot hitting from the sides as well, a curl of desire unfurling heavy inside.

“Suck…” again, he pulls your flesh between his lips and sucks the bud; you cry quietly, your back arching.

“Even gently bite….” You have no warning as he replaces his lips, holding your swollen nub between his top and bottom teeth; all the while, he stares into your eyes.

You pant heavily at the heavy pulse you feel right at that spot.

“... All to make you feel good. Do you feel good?” He asks, releasing you from his mouth.

“God, yes,” you rush out, desperate for more.

“Now that is just your little pleasure button,” his lecture continues, and you watch his face sink lower, “I can also do this.”

You gasp loudly as he part your folds, and then something warm and wet spears inside your body where his fingers had been earlier tonight—it can only be his tongue.

“This, my love, is your cunt. Say it for me,” he tutors.

“Cunt,” you repeat, and he seems to delight in making you say it.

“It is the source of all this wonderful juicy wetness dripping down your thighs,” he explains before pressing into you again, going deeper, swirling against all your walls.

“I can’t believe you are doing this,” your voice shocked.

“Oh, I could do this all night. You taste delicious,” he assures.

He swirls a finger around your opening, then reaches up to your mouth with a long toned arm.

“Open up darling, taste yourself,” he commands softly. And you do, letting his fingers slip between your lips, a tart-sweet taste blooming on your tongue. “Do you like it?” he asks duskily.

“It’s okay,” you respond truthfully. “Will you taste the same?”

He huffs a laugh at your question. “No, my sweet. A lady tastes different to a man—you will find out very soon.”

“Do all ladies taste the same?” you inquire, curious.

“No,” he admits, “but all that matters is that you taste wonderful to me,” he assures, kissing your inner thigh with soft, warm lips “do you have any more questions? I want to ensure you ask everything you want to know.”

“Will you run your tongue anywhere else?” you wonder aloud.

“Every single place—from the tips of your fingers to the end of your toes and everywhere in between,” he promises huskily.

A finger traces lower, between your bum cheeks.

“Not tonight, but sometime in the future, I will run my tongue back here too, and you will love it,” he says quietly in a way that tells you it’s more taboo.

You shiver at the thought, knowing you will let him do anything to you.

“Once we are married, we can do other wonderful things with your little bottom. I know you love every single one. But tonight, let’s make sure you enjoy my mouth, my love.”

Those are his last words before strong arms encircle your thighs, holding you open in a firm grip. He ploughs his tongue heavily up from your cunt, as he called it, back up to your clit again.

You call out loudly at the heady wash of sensation.

“Shhhh darling, please, I don’t want us to get caught,” he reminds.

Your hand scrabbles across the bed until you find your discarded nightgown. You bring it to your mouth and ball it up slightly and shove one corner into your mouth.

He stops and looks up the plane of your body, surprised. “Did you just gag yourself?” There’s an undercurrent in his voice that makes your cheeks blush.

You nod slowly.

“Oh, we will have so much fun once we are married,” he growls, “well done on that, my clever girl. Now you can scream all you want.”

His tongue spears wet and questing against your clit, swirling narrow circles. You can't think of anything but the movement of his talented face against you, the slight stubble on his face tickling the soft sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Without thought, your hands run into his luscious hair, gripping around his head, directing his movements as your legs fall further apart, pushing yourself against his mouth, his nose, wanting him to be buried inside you.

“Mmm, see, you are already an expert at asking for what you want.” he chuckles deeply, the hum of his voice making you cry against the material in your mouth.

He ploughs lower, spearing into your channel, his nose nudging your clit. You breathe laboriously through your nose and hear him panting against you as he furrows on, rhythmically plunging his tongue into your cunt, lapping everything up.

Behind your gag, you are chanting his name, scarcely believing that something like this is possible. Nothing you have ever experienced feels as heady as this. The heat of his mouth, the noises he is making, the visceral strength and size of his tongue inside you. If this is just his mouth, you are uncertain you will be able to handle the cock that you saw earlier entering you.

The gag feels slightly uncomfortable in your mouth, which heightens the thrill. Benedict is doing this to you in your parent's home, your mother sleeping just down the hallway, taking your innocence and giving you pleasure before they have even been formally introduced. You told them you had received a proposal, but they are not due to meet until the Smythson Ball in two days when your father returns from a business trip.

He moves back to sucking your clit hard between his lips, swirling, teasing, varying the pressure and speed of his tongue, then using a little edge of his teeth to nip at the tip. You cry against your gag, and he holds your hips firmly as you thrash against the white-hot spike of desire that hits you.

He intensifies his efforts, making debauched encouraging noises as he pulls your swollen bud hard into his mouth.

“Don't stop, please just don't stop,” you sob, chasing something even more intense than you experienced earlier from his fingers, but it's just a whining noise around the material, soaking up all your saliva.

“You are so close, aren't you, come on, my love,” he encourages, “let me feel it, give me more of you to taste.” his little soft plea pushing you closer.

You grip his hair, every muscle in your body tenses, dangling over a precipice, every fibre of your being taut and shaking.

Then with one pass of his teeth over your clit you are breaking. Your world contracting and exploding all at once. Heartbeat wild in your throat, a rush of blood in your ears, eyes clamped shut. Your hips cant up high, and he lets you, his movements matching yours, so his mouth never leaves your body. You know you are leaking onto his face, your inside clenching powerfully, wanting the feeling of something filling you as his fingers did. The burning pulsing ache around your clit makes you scream, yell and convulse, all of it muffled to barely a sound being emitted.

You collapse onto the mattress panting hard, and pull the gag from your mouth, dimly aware he is crawling up your body, laying down softly next to you. You stare at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity, returning slowly to your body, to the moment.

“Did you enjoy my mouth, darling?” he smirks, knowing the answer, licking his lips lasciviously.

“You know I did,” you giggle, flipping onto your side to face him. “Is it not your turn, fiancé?” You whisper, running your hands down his clothed body, desperate to feel his skin, touch and explore the way he has to you.

“My clothes stay on tonight,” he insists with a gentle head shake.

“Let me touch you,” you implore, your hand running over the prominent bulge in his trousers. He groans hungrily but grabs your wrist away.

“You will learn exactly what to do with my cock very soon,” he promises, “but not tonight, darling.”

“But does it not hurt if it’s…” you look at him expectantly for the correct adjective.

“Hard…” he prompts.

“…If it’s hard and you don’t touch it?” you reason.

He smiles. “Sort of. But I will deal with it later.”

“What will you do?” wanting to know everything, your mind filled with images of his hand on his cock earlier, spilling his seed onto your body.

“What you saw me do before,” he says softly, caressing your cheek.

“I want to watch again,” you pout playfully, hoping for a repeat performance.

“You are so wanton. I love that.” He tilts his forehead against yours, and you smell yourself on his face.

“Can I help you with my mouth on your cock?” you whisper boldly.

He makes a strangled noise, and his whole body seems to flex involuntarily, making you relish the thought. “Yes. Soon.”

“If not tonight, when? When will that be?” your tone is bright and determined.

“The night of the Smythson ball. In two days. Until then, my sweet, I shall take my leave. Stay here in bed and sleep well.”

He kisses you deeply, your taste still potent on his lips and tongue. He keeps kissing until your mind goes fuzzy, then springs to his feet quickly, disappearing out the French doors and, you assume, shimmying down the drainpipe. You don't see; you just lie on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, knowing you will never be the same again.

Two days will feel like an eternity.

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victimsofyaoipoll · 11 months

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Bracket Be Upon You

Match Ups Under the Cut

Iris West (The Flash) vs Lois Lane (DC)

Stephanie Brown vs Selina Kyle/Catwoman (DC)

Amy Rose (Sonic) vs Relena Peacecraft (Gundam)

Mia Winters vs Ada Wong (Resident Evil)

Skylar White (Breaking Bad) vs Uraraka Ochaco (My Hero Academia)

Jade Harley vs Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Safu (No. 6) vs Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)

Sakura Haruno vs Hinata Hyuuga (Naruto)

Casca (Berserk) vs Shiv Roy (Succession)

Kaede Akamatsu vs Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganrompa)

Christine Canigula (Be More Chill) vs Yennefer (The Witcher)

Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint )vs Shinoa Hiiragi (Seraph of the End)

Pepper Potts vs Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

Peggy Carter vs Sharon Carter (Marvel)

Mai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Elizabeth Midford (Black Butler)

Katara vs Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter) vs Alyx Vance (Half Life)

Erina Pendleton vs Suzie Q (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Alana Bloom (Hannibal) vs Gwen (BBC Merlin)

Maya Fey vs Iris Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)

Allura (Voltron) vs Kayano Kaede (Assassination Classroom)

Mary Morstan vs Molly Hooper (BBC Sherlock)

Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball) vs Every Supernatural Woman (Supernatural)

Yona vs Zelda (Legend of Zelda)

Joan Watson (Elementary) vs Mipha (Legend of Zelda)

Megaera (Hades) vs Meryl Stryfe (Trigun)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) vs Juno (Beastars)

Nyota Uhara vs Keiko O'Brien (Star Trek)

Zoe Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen) vs Gwen Cooper (Torchwood)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) vs Winry Rockbell (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Misa Amane (Death Note) vs Téa Gardener/Anzu Mazaki (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Nancy Wheeler vs Eleven (Stranger Things)

#not poll #bracket

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iamthecomet · 1 month

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it's a missing Aether day here, trying to comfort myself with thoughts of Aether with arms wide open to welcome back his pack with all the hugs and kisses they could ever want, I miss our big boi sm, I need little domestic thoughts to keep me sane 😭

It is always missing Aether (and Sunny) hours. I think he keeps busy when they're gone. Working a lot at the infirmary. Learning new skills he can try out on them when they get home. New recipies, learning a new craft, he can't wait to show Cumulus the little crochet things he's been making, tending to Mountain's plants with almost as much care an attention as Mountain himself. Making sure he feeds the little cat Dew is pretending he hasn't adopted (it still lives outside in the cemetery, but Dew named it, so it's pretty much over). Just think about how he'd wait for them to get home. Bouncing on the balls of his feet as he watches the vans pull up the driveway. Rocking back and forth, barely containing his excitement. He'd hug all of them in turn. Sweeping most of them off of their feet in a crushing hug. Inhaling the scent of them. All of them smelling a little off--like hotels and weird soap--but still like them. Holding them close so they can feel just how much he loves and missed them. I bet he and Sunny made dinner too. That after their exhausted bandmates are hugged and kissed and have gotten inside and had a shower in their own bathroom for the first time in months, Aether ushers them all into the dining room. And he and Sunny feed them. Nothing too extravagant. They're all so tired. Excited to be home, exuberent. Full of that sort of relaxed energy you get when you step back into your space after a long time away--but still tired. And Aether doesn't want to make that worse. He doesn't want to overwhelm. So they make light comfort food. Salads and roasted vegetables with veggies fresh from Mountain's gardens. Pasta with olive oil and a little cheese and a lot of salt and pepper. Cheese boards and fruit boards, and lots of fresh bread. Decadent, but simple. And they could all go back to their own beds after dinner. Sleep in their own sheets after so many months. But you know, instead, they all end up cuddled in the common room. A movie on the TV that none of them are watching. Aether stuck right in the middle of them (Sunny too, honestly. Both of them being squished in the best way by their pack), his arms curled around two ghouls while another naps on his chest.

#comet canons #comet writes #?#Aether ghoul #Domestic Aether #I could write about domestic Aether thoughts forever #slice of life and domestic ghouls have my whole heart #Dew's little cats name is Soot I've written about her before and I love her

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gimlilithegreat · 6 months

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Harry's list of things he could do for the supernatural community in Forks

This may or may not end up in the fic but gave me too much joy to write for me not to share...!

Things I can offer the muggle vampires:

Stock of magical creature blood (could also get wizard blood but that’s meant to be toxic? Don’t they have blood banks here? Surely, it’s not that hard to keep up a supply. Carlisle’s a doctor for fuck’s sake.)

Some kind of adjusted bubblehead to filter out the smell of blood? Necklaces, all done.

Age up potions so they can stick around in Forks a bit longer. Can probably stretch to 30 years with careful use.

Glamour enchantments to make them look a little less obviously supernatural (matching eyes and pale skin has to be a giveaway even for muggles, right?) (maybe see if Sharptooth will send me those charm bracelets that hold multiple enchantments. I never want to hand make chains ever again.)

Fun stuff (blood pops, fizzing whizbees, expandable bags)

Sleeping draughts – they seem to have enjoyed being unconscious, might be a less violent option for dreaming.

Just feel like blood replenishing potions would be useful, they don’t have to bite people, just tap ‘em.

Emergency obliviation services if they do something deeply stupid.

Emergency portkeys back to their house for when they do something deeply stupid.

Healing for the pet human. And any other muggles they reckon I can get away with to be honest.

Would an actual crystal ball help Alice? Foe glass?

Fire protection magic/potions.

Do all of them want to stay revenants? (will need a lot of research, order some mandrakes just in case).

Things the wolves might want:

Self-repairing/resizing clothes. I refuse to be a reparo button.

Calming draughts/Draught of Peace. They need it. Anxious bastards.

General healing services for any of them or their families if we can do it without the whole magic thing becoming obvious or with a secrecy contract. Scar removal/treatment.

Eduras potion? Being rock like might help in a fight with vampires. Strengthening elixir OR fire breathing? (Has the potential to be more chaotic than helpful. Not sure I trust Jake with fire.)

All of them need therapy from the sounds of it. Maybe a pensieve can help? Vampires too the sensitive bastards.

Pepper-up, everyone needs pepper-up.

Invisibility potions, invisible giant wolves seems like fun.

…what would wolfsbane do to a shapeshifter? Possibly not a good idea to try it. Find out if they have any negative reactions to aconite.

Mind protection/anti-scrying protection. (rings like the vamps? Or so they want something else?)

Wards – can hide their gardens etc from other muggles if they are trying to hide the whole giant wolf thing from the neighbours. Can ward their homes from all intruders if everyone in the house is willing to sign a secrecy contract. And if they don’t mind any guests getting slightly confused.

Safe house – can build some portable panic rooms/emergency port keys/Fidelius charmed space for emergencies. Happy to offer cabin as an emergency escape if threatened.

Marius Black fund – Already written to Sharptooth see what he can sort out.

#harry potter #harry potter/jasper hale #fanfic #twilight #current wip #crossover #Harry is a chaos gremlin with too much spare time #It's time to brainstorm ways to break the brains of the people around me #Harry has opinions

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oizysian · 1 year

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My Dummy | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x GN!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, slight Whump

Word Count: 688

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“Lizzie!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks as I stood in her garden, clutching my hand.

“Y/N? Wha-what happened?!” She said as she rushed outside, meeting me halfway and taking hold of me, looking me over.

“I-I …” I whimpered, showing her my hand. “I was watering your plants,” I sniffled. “And the wood …”

“Fuck, I was supposed to get that replaced.” She looked past me to see the wood jutting dangerously out of her plant elcosement, something I had obviously missed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to water them without warning you.”

She took my hand and examined it carefully, looking for any splinters in the wound. My hand shook as she looked it over, tears still falling onto my reddened cheeks.

“Come on, sweetheart, let me clean you up.”

She took me by the shoulders and led me back into the house, my crying now reduced to sniffles as we made our way to the bathroom. She sat me down on the toilet and then began to rummage through our cabinets, looking for a first aid kit.

“It’s okay, love.” She said as she pulled the first aid kit out from under the sink, setting it on the edge and opening it up. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

“It hurts, Lizzie.” I whispered, hissing as she ran my hand under the cool water, washing it gently with soap before patting it dry and dabbing medicine along the cut.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Her voice was soft, as if even the volume of her voice would further harm me.

She wrapped the wound, making sure it was bound just right so that it would heal properly. I sniffled again once she was finished, looking down at my bandaged hand. She took hold of my fingers gently and brought my hand up to her lips, kissing the bandage carefully.

“There. All better.” She said proudly and I managed to crack a smile at her, nodding at her words.

“I feel better already. I’m sorry for acting like such a baby. I was the big dummy not paying attention to my surroundings.”

“Hey, I don’t wanna hear you talking like that about yourself, okay? It was an accident and it was mostly my fault. I should’ve gotten that beam fixed when it first broke. But, listen to me,” she knelt down in front of me and took my face in her hands. “You are not a baby and you’re not a dummy. You got hurt. It happens. I’m here to take care of you.”

I almost started crying again at her words. She was so sweet and caring towards me, even when she was trying to bust my balls and get on my nerves. But, she knew this was no time for joking - as I had gotten really hurt. I didn’t blame her, as much as her eyes said that she blamed herself.

“Thank you.” I smiled at her, taking her hands in my own until the stinging pain of my previous wound hit me and I gave up trying to hold onto her.

She took my hand in both of hers and peppered kisses all over my palm and bandage, her eyelashes tickling my fingers.

“I love you.” She said, caressing my hand gently. “Even if you don’t pay attention to your surroundings.”

“Hey, you said it was an accident and that I wasn’t a dummy for getting hurt.” I frowned at her and she laughed, kissing my exaggeratedly pouty lips.

“It was. And you’re not, but if you were, you would be my dummy.” She kissed me again and again. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. I love you just the way you are. Although, it wouldn’t hurt if you were a bit more careful.”

“That’s what I get for trying to do you a favor.” I teased and she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll never ask you to take care of my garden again. I promise.”

“Good. I much prefer watching you work; getting all sexy and sweaty.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shut up, dork.”

#elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen fanfic #elizabeth olsen x yn

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ikkosu · 3 months

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PET-ABLE HIJINKS

summary : pharma scenarios if you adopted a pet.

warnings : domestic fluff + a bit of implied stuff (ehe ‘stuff’ amirite). part of MDM (my darling medic verse)

PHARMA

With Pharma, nothing is ever balanced. He’s an affectionate lover, much too affectionate you’d have to dart around the corner when he’s in view. If you’re too late Ambulon would have to pry you off his digits, dragging you back to the safe confines of your quarters and letting the poor human rest.

Psh, like the door is gonna stop him. He’s been through much worse during the war a mere block of wood is a minuscule minority. Seconds later, he ploughs through the door and you stare at the ceiling in defeat as he pounces on you.

For a well-versed doctor who hates physical touch with Organics, as he always preaches to be so, he’s got no sense of personal space whatsoever. So, you’re in your room one day, broiling up mischiefs and antics to get his smug face back and a little ding of eureka shrouds your waking thoughts. That’s it! A pet! You’re going to buy a pet.

And you’re going to make it count.

You wait for another week before deciding on what you’ll get. If you’re going to have a little ball of mischief walking around, it has to be a cretin that acts just like Pharma. And for the past few days you’ve been analyzing him with utmost scrutiny, you’ve decided you’ll get a cat.

Pharma gets a little uneasy while making breakfast. He notices you’re a lot more quiet these days, staring holes into his back whenever you could. His mind is stumped with prior memories of yesterdays and many days before. Did he do something wrong? Was he too much for you to handle? No, no. It’s just paranoia. He’s getting too worked up over this. He might not show it but if you’re planning to cut ties with him he’ll have to strap you down to the counter.

And you’re going to stay.

When you did get a pet without his knowledge, the little gremlin is the spitting furball of feline, cat Pharma.

Tabby was the name. A white Siberian floof of white fur. She’s a sassy, fiery little thing who loves to be showered with affection when she wants to have it. Nothing more, nothing less. The first time they both meet, he’s back from work and he’s appalled at the sight of you cooing at the thing like it’s some child. Of course he’s pissed. His darling pet, to ignore Pharma of all people and reduce your affections to that organic, feline, brat of a cat? Not under his watch.

First, it’s a battle between the two beings on who's able to take up much of your personal space, now it’s a battle on who’s able to piss off who more.

And neither gets the advantage.

In the early mornings, as you flop over to cuddle your Jet lover, you’re surprised to see he’s busy wrangling off Tabby who’s insist his faceplate was a better cushion than the bed. Sometimes, you’d walk into them punted into a staring contest : the jet’s wings flared up much the same as Tabby arching her back and sneering at Pharma.

Other times, in the garden, while you’re watering the flowers, Tabby would furl lazily on the plastic chair, grooming her paws and fur. The peaceful slumber of the evening air is shattered when Pharma comes in and dumps a whole bucket of ice cold water on the cat, turning on his heel later then heading back inside without another word.

Safe to say, the scratches the next morning on his newly added paint isn’t a coincidence. Hah! Like, that’ll do it. He’d get her back by pushing a chair against the trapdoor so she’ll won’t be able to come in after her nightly walks outside.

However, Tabby does have one advantage that pisses him off more than her tearing up his datapad and that’s — cockblocking.

You wake up with a gentle kiss on your neck, his cold metal hands — hard yet pliable — grasps your stomach and pulls you against his chassis. Sunlight seeps through the blinds, flaring his armor stark white as he peppers kisses down your shoulder and nape.

A lazy smile tugs your cheeks and you lean into his touch. He palms your thighs, then over to your ass, pinching it a little before tugging down your shorts and hiking the fabric aside. You sigh and brace, hearing the familiar hiss of his panel retracting when—

Something jumps on the bed. Before Pharma could react Tabby flicks her tail at his face and he edges the bed, stumbling to the ground, pulling the blankets along his tumble. That sudden thump sits you up with a startled blink of two, three times of your eyelids. Andrenaline wrangles the sleeoiness away. Tabby, however, doesn’t seem to mind the seething scrap of metal on the floorboard and licks your face affectionsly, opting to curl around your neck.

“That cat is atrocious.” He grumbles as he lifts you off and away from the pawing mewls of the cat.

“Put me down, I want to see my baby!’

“Absolutely not. You’re coming to bed.”

“But this—“

“Our other bed. The guest room bed,” He grits and hauls you over his shoulder. “One of these days, my dear I’ll lock that wretched thing outside the lawn and let it succumb to the unethical weather Earth has in store it. What were you thinking when you nabbed this feline cretin? Consider yourself lucky I have the patience to deal with such incessant tomfoolery.”

A giggle bubbles from your throat. At least, he’s got the taste of his own medicine.

#idw pharma #pharma #pharma x reader #transformers idw #maccaddams #ikkosuwrites #transformers x reader #idw pharma x reader #valveplug

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dduane · 2 years

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Today’s “Seriously, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” moment...

Via @bestofnextdoor (over on Twitter, anyway)

(text: “Can I sue my beekeeper neighbor?

...Every day I see my neighbor’s bees flying around my garden stealing the pollen or nectar from my flowers. Then the bees go back to my neighbor and creates (sic)* honey. My neighbor then harvests the honey and sells it at Pepper Place Market for profit. I have never recieved so much a a jar of honey as compensation and everyday my neighbors bees trespass and steal my flowers. I was stung once when I was a child, so I know how dangerous bees can be.

The way i see it, this is equivalent to a persons dog coming into my yard to steal balls or tools then gives it back to his owner who then sells it for profit.

Do i have legal groundto sue? What type of things should I begin documenting in order to prepare for a legal battle? What would be a fair settlement amount if my neighbor doesnt want to take this to court?

Thanks for the help.”)

*There were too many places to insert “sic” into this. After a bit I gave up, life being too short.)

(ETA: This could indeed be a troll. Problem is... it’s way too easy to believe it’s not. Go looking for them, and you will find enough tales of genuinely horrible neighbors to curl your hair right backwards into your skull....)

ETA 2: There’s a YouTube video. :). https://youtu.be/3kfGIz3u0RA

#legal issues #bees #WTF

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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Alessia Russo

Scene 1

Dialogo 1 and 6

A/N: Day seven of the Christmas advent calendar.

Scene 1 - decorating the tree. Dialogue 1 “stop trying to get me to walk under mistletoe”, 6 “Do you want to it the star on the top of the tree?”

As you drove to Alessia’s family home in Maidstone your left hand rested comfortably on her thigh whilst your right hand gripped the steering wheel. You tried and failed to hide your smile when Alessia would take your hand and press a kiss to the back of it every so often.

Pulling up to her parents house you are surprised to see the outside already decorated. Lights hung from the gutters, a wreath covered their front door and there was even a small Christmas tree in the front garden with tinsel wrapped around it. Clearly they had made a start without you.

“Mum, Dad” Alessia shouted as you entered the house.

“In the kitchen” her Mum answered.

Walking to the back of the house you are met with the majority of the Russo clan.

You watch as both her Mum and Dad pull her into a tight hug. You would have thought it had been weeks since they had seen each other when in reality they were at the game against Chelsea a week prior.

“Y/N it’s nice to see you again” her dad welcomes you.

“Mr and Mrs Russo, thank you for inviting me today” you are respectful. Alessia told you how much her family means to her so you wanted to keep your good impression intact.

“Y/N you have been dating our daughter for almost a year, you came on our family holiday and now you are joining our family tradition. You don’t have to been so formal” her mum now pulls you into a hug.

The Russo’s were huggers. It was one of the things you loved about Alessia. She loved to hold you and be hold whether that it is in the house you share with Ella and Millie, on the coach to away games or after the games when she needs warming up.

“I see you roped Y/N into helping this year. Let me guess, she is on your team?” Giorgio asks as he and Luca join you in the kitchen.

“Of course she is, she is my girlfriend” Alessia says as she proudly wraps her arm around your shoulder.

“So Luca has Lauren, you have Y/N and I am on my own” he complains.

“That’s how it works bro. Maybe by the time we do this next year you will have gotten bored of the bachelor life and have settled down” Luca teases his younger brother.

“You expect me to find someone to bring home at Christmas in a year?” Giorgio says rather unconvinced.

“Less did it, look at them now, they’re sickening” Luca now points at the two of you just as Alessia finishes teasing you or more appropriately embarrassing you by peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck then cheek.

“We all know Alessia was head over heel in love with Y/N long before she got the balls to tell her” the younger brother says earning a slap around the head from his father.

You can only look at Alessia in shock, this was brand new information. Oh how you wanted to wind her up and the look in your eyes must have shown her this.

“Don’t say it” she hold her index finger against your lips so you kiss it, sending her a wink as you do so.

“You said something about teams?” you ask her brother.

Her mum goes on to tell you that each child is in charge of decorating certain things / rooms. Whoever gets theirs done the quickest get to choose the Christmas movie.

“No wonder you’re so competitive” you whisper in her ear.

“Alessia and Y/N you are in charge of decorating the tree” her mums tells the two of you.

“Yes!!!” Alessia raises her arms in excitement.

“What?” you ask.

“I never get to do the tree, it’s a two person job. For years it was mum and dad, then last year it was Luca and Lauren. I knew I brought you for a reason”

“So you’re using me for tree privileges?”

“I use you for a lot more than that” she says so only you can hear here.

You bite your lip to stop you from replying, knowing that your response wasn’t suited for your current environment and company.

She pulls you out of the kitchen and towards the empty corner of the living. There lies a two boxes, one labelled ‘TREE’ and the other labelled “DECORATIONS’.

She asks you to put together the tree whilst she puts the decorations in piles so she knows which ones go on the bottom, middle and top of the tree.

You finish your first task quickly and when you take a peek into the box you see several pieces of mistletoe.

“Time to have a little fun” you mumble to yourself.

“What was that?” Alessia asks you.

“Nothing. I’m going to get some water before we start, do you want any?” you ask as you hide the mistletoe in the pocket of the hoodie you are wearing.

When you get back Alessia had the piles sorted and puts you to work. You help her decorate the tree but she stops when she gets to certain decorations.

“These three are from mine, Luca and Giorgio’s first christmas. I put mine on then them two puts theirs on”

A couple of minutes later she stops again.

“We got this one when we went to Lapland” she tells you.

“Lapland?” You ask having never heard of the place.

“It’s like Santa’s village. Maybe we can go next year, you would love it. You get to meet the big man himself, have snow ball fights with Santa’s elves, ride sleds in the snow and go on husky rides”

You watch with what you can only guess are the definition of heart eyes as your girlfriend tells you story after story about the family trip.

Wanting the stories to continue you start asking questions about each one you put on the tree. There was one of Fred the red that her grandma got her the first Christmas she was a United player. There was one in the shape of a love heart that had a photo of her parents from their first Christmas together.

“Next one” you hold your hand out ready for the next decoration.

“Only one more left” Alessia says as she joins you at the tree.

It was true, there was only one decoration left to go on the tree and it was arguably the most important one. The star.

“Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?” Alessia asks you as she hands you the star.

Whilst you are honoured you know how much this part means to her.

“No. You can do it” you hand it back to her.

“Lift me up?” She asks.

You hold behind the top of her thighs just below her bum and lift her up so she can reach the top of the tree.

“I’ll never let you down” you say as you watch her put the star on the tree.

“Pure cheese Y/N Y/L/N” she shakes her head as she lands on the ground.

Your hands remain clasped behind her back. You hold her close and her arms instinctively go around your neck.

“Only for you Alessia Russo”

She leans in to kiss you but then her mum calls of the two of you.

“We’ve been summoned” you dodge her kiss.

She grabs your hand and leads you to the kitchen where she guesses her parents are.

As you walk through the first door way you pull her back then look up, her gaze follows yours.

There above the threshold hangs mistletoe.

“How did that get there?” You play dumb but Alessia sees right through it.

“I have no idea but you dodged my kiss, now it is my turn to dodge yours”

She pulls you away from the Mistletoe.

“That’s not fair Less, there are rules” you complain rather childishly.

At the next door you do the same.

“Another mistletoe, what are the chances?” You joke.

“Another mistletoe where you don’t get your kiss” Alessia toys with you again.

You let out a huff of frustration as you get closer to the kitchen.

One last mistletoe remains and it is above the door that leads out to the garden. You really did cover your bases and what’s the saying, third times the charm.

When you look into the garden you see that more of Alessia’s family have joined her parents and brothers. You see an opportunity to get her back for denying you.

“Alessia stop trying to get me to walk under mistletoe”

You stop at the back door. Alessia stands directly under your last mistletoe whilst you stand in the kitchen.

Your girlfriend turns to you, her cheeks were red and you know that you have succeeded.

“Did you put this up whilst I was putting the Christmas tree up? If you wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask?” You continue to tease her.

“What—I didn’t”

“No need to get embarrassed. Look I’ll stand right under it, just for you” you take a few steps forward so you are almost nose to nose.

“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss” Giorgio chants from the garden haven seen that his sister was embarrassed.

“You’re lucky I love you” Alessia whispers as she inches closer to you.

“If you would have kissed me in the living room or in the hallway then this wouldn’t be necessary”

Less shakes her head at your games but she kisses you nonetheless. You want to deepen the kiss then again you always did but when you feel Alessia bit your bottom lip you knew it was a warning so you pull away.

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Come Home Chapter Twenty

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Word count: 4593

You and Joel settle into your relationship, but Ellie's suspicions are high.

I've taken some liberties here with the order of Ellie’s journal.

Come Home

Chapter Twenty - Scene

The days that follow are more full of colour than you ever remember there being in the world. Bright, golden sunlight, skies of the deepest azure, verdant green grasses, delicate white and opulent pink of the cherry blossoms and magnolia trees that erupt in gardens and send their petals cascading through the town like confetti.

Both you and Joel attend to your normal tasks in Jackson – you with your rehabilitation appointments and helping in any way that you can while you’re still hobbled by your shoulder, and he with scouting, building, farming, any number of chores that he is asked to do. While you always enjoyed going beyond the walls of Jackson with him, you now find it a fraught affair when he goes out without you. There is a ball of agonised anxiety that takes root in the pit of your stomach and that doesn’t leave until he inevitably returns, always with reassurances that he’s okay and that there is nothing to worry about. You enjoy watching him at his carpentry far more and he has caught you actively ogling him on more than one occasion. Well, how can you help it when he looks like that? When his biceps curl and strain against his short sleeves as he saws and hammers? When his t shirt darkens at his neck and the small of his back and clings to him as he works? When he stretches up to measure the timber and you get a peek of that beautiful line of hair that stretches downward from his navel?

“We ain’t gonna have to tell folks if you keep on lookin’ at me like that,” he chuckles quietly one evening as you busy yourself in your kitchen making food for the three of you.

“Can’t help it. You look too good,” you say simply as you add salt and pepper to the pot.

“I didn’t say I had a problem with it,” he asserts smoothly as he plants dainty kisses across the nape of your neck, making you shiver and goosepimple before stepping back a respectable distance in case Ellie came charging in without knocking.

She’s doing that a lot these days, and you can’t help but feel like she’s trying to catch you in the act. You’re aware that Joel hasn’t told her what has changed between the two of you, but you can see the suspicion in her eyes when they flit between you when you talk and laugh, and she no longer makes excuses to leave you alone together after your game nights or dinner. So, you and Joel snatch time together whenever you can and the desperation of the stolen kisses between you only serve to ramp up the intensity of your feelings. In the stables, behind the barn, in the clinic after your physiotherapy when he comes to walk you back to your house, and once in the toilets of the Tipsy Bison when you were both…well…tipsy. It’s never gone further than kissing, but the crush of his mouth against yours and the taste of him on your tongue is something you know you could never get tired of.

You understand why he hasn’t said anything to her. This is so new, such untrodden territory and right now you couldn’t even put a name to it to begin talking with Ellie about what was going on. Besides, you felt it was up to him to decide when was right. While you and her were close, she was still his family and you had to believe that he knew what was best for her and for them.

The sling comes off just over two weeks after it went on and you’re overjoyed that you can now not only begin to do things with two hands, but that you can hold Joel close to you properly, something which you do mere minutes after you’ve got rid of the thing and Doctor Graham leaves the room.

“Eager,” he teases gently as he gathers you to him and strokes his hands softly down your back.

“Damn right,” you agree, testing your newfound freedom by hugging him as tightly to you as your shoulder will allow.

Day to day life comes easier after that, though Maria is still reluctant to give you anything too strenuous to work on. Still, you manage to do simple farming chores – watering the plants in the greenhouses, feeding the chickens and collecting their eggs, picking the produce that was ready – and you throw yourself into your tasks, savouring the new freedom of your body and how it is getting stronger.

Ellie, however, is still desperate to rid herself of farming duties. She asks Maria if she can work with Joel for a while instead, and when she agrees he begins teaching her the basics of carpentry. She’s good at it and you love the way you see Joel swell with pride when he can see the physical results of the knowledge he’s imparting. Truth be told, you’re glad she has something to distract her. She definitely knows something is going on, but because no one has been forthcoming with information she has drawn back and become a little more distant than usual. It’s worrying to you, that perhaps she wouldn’t approve of what you and Joel were doing. And that if she really couldn’t stand the idea, you would have to give him up for the sake of their relationship. There would be no other choice, either for you or him, you knew that. But the thought of it caused your heart to clench painfully, imagining seeing him every day but being unable to be as close to him as you wanted to be.

One afternoon after you’ve been to visit Mrs. Drew, who is now becoming less grumpy and more inclined to give you little knick-knacks and presents every time you visit her with groceries and other supplies, you stop by where they are working alongside Tommy. They seem to be building a new chicken coop and the air is thick with the sound of sawing and ringing hammers. You hang back at first, not wanting to disturb them while they’re busy, but as soon as Joel spots you he grins and immediately downs his tools.

“You good?” he asks.

“All fine,” you affirm. “Just wanted to say I’ve got some stew going back home if you’re hungry. Come over if you feel up to it. Or I can bring it to you guys if you’re tired.”

“Well…I am kinda beat today,” says Joel, his smile sliding into something a little more weary. “If you wouldn’t mind…”

“Not at all,” you say softly, and you have to tear your eyes from his face before it becomes too obvious that looking away from him is the last thing you want to do right now. You turn to Ellie with a questioning look instead to see how she feels about having dinner delivered to her, but her eyes are narrowed and not missing a trick. She’s giving you both appraising looks, from one to the other, as if trying to work you out.

“Ellie?” you prompt, trying to sound casual. “You want me to bring your food to your place? Or eat at Joel’s?”

“Whichever,” she says shiftily, and you sigh internally at her abruptness.

“Tommy? You and Maria want in?”

“Ah thanks, but we’ve got plans tonight,” he replies. “But you three should come to ours at some point. Maybe before movie night on Saturday?”

You had completely forgotten that a movie night was on the cards, but found yourself looking forward to it. And you were always happy to reap the benefits of someone else’s cooking.

“Sounds good to me,” says Joel. “Ellie?”

“Yeah. Cool,” she responds ambivalently as she shifts some wood around.

“Well, that’s a plan then,” Tommy confirms.

You depart shortly after, not wanting to arouse Ellie’s suspicions any further than they already were by goggling at Joel while he was trying to work. As the stew is simmering away quite happily on its own and the evening outside is pleasant you decide to do something small to celebrate having both hands at your disposal again. When Mrs. Drew had discovered that you had liked to knit and sew prior to the outbreak, she had insisted that you take a set of needles and some yarn, and also gave you permission to come and use her sewing machine as you saw fit.

The wooden chair on your porch is made more comfortable with the addition of a cushion, and you set a steaming cup of peppermint tea on the table, the fresh leaves harvested from one of the plants that you and Ellie have nurtured between you. Sweet springtime scents of grass and magnolia are carried to you on the warm breeze. Flowers that are starting to flourish in gardens and that bud in window boxes nod along to it, the rustle of leaves a soothing hiss of background noise. A gentle peace permeates the evening. Your fingers are clumsy as first, having not made these subtle movements in such a long time. But before long the muscle memory is revived and you begin to create rows in earnest, vague thoughts of Christmas scarves and hats for Ellie and Joel flitting through your mind.

After a time, distant voices begin to filter through the peace that surrounds you and you smile to yourself as you recognise the sounds of your neighbours making their way home.

“-found all these art supplies,” Ellie is saying. “It was pretty cool.”

“Where did you say this was?” asks Joel.

“Just an old campground,” Ellie says shiftily. “On the edge of Jackson. No one had been in there for a while.”

Though you were still a relative newcomer to Jackson, you didn’t recall there being any kind of place within its walls.

Joel is clearly thinking along the same lines because he begins “I don’t remember seein’-“ before Ellie steamrollers through his sentence and continues talking.

“So Dina went back to get more paper and made me this!”

They emerge into your line of sight, Ellie with a gaudily colourful paper crown on her head, and Joel eyeing her suspiciously. His face clears as he catches sight of you behind her, and Ellie turns to regard you too.

“It’s a good look for the Queen of Jackson,” you smile and are rewarded when she beams back at you. You stand and stretch, rolling your shoulders gently and not missing the way that Joel’s eyes drop to your chest as you puff it out. You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face, and he gives an unabashed grin in return. “You guys ready for some food?”

“God yes, I’m starving,” she says eagerly.

“Jus’ give us some time to wash up,” Joel adds, and Ellie throws her head back with an exaggerated and exasperated groan that he is delaying her mealtime a while longer.

Once back in your kitchen, you spoon a good proportion of the stew into a red ceramic crock pot and place the lid on it before carrying it across to Joel’s house, your shoulder only mildly protesting at the strain it is under.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Joel beams once he answers the door, and the term of endearment makes you smile shyly. “Come on in. Let me take that…Jesus! This thing is really fuckin’ heavy! You sure you should be strainin’ that shoulder?”

You grin at his fussing over you.

“Well the doc did say I can do more with it. I need to build up the muscles again before I can think of starting to go back outside, so…” You trail off as you follow him into his house, hoping he understands that you want to get back out there with him as soon as possible.

He places the stew on his stove and you move to the cutlery drawer to begin the process of setting the table.

“Nuh-uh,” he chides softly as he comes up behind you and closes the drawer again. “Ellie’s upstairs takin’ her shower and I feel like I ain’t seen you in days.”

"Joel, you literally saw me twenty minutes ago," you smirk as you turn to him.

"Daaaays," he repeats softly as he cages you with his arms against the counter top and kisses you hungrily. God you were never going to get enough of this. You can feel his desire in the movement of his lips, feel how he’s holding himself back from devouring you, feel the delicious tension in the low rumbling moan that he can’t stop himself from emitting. But his hands are gentle as they slide from the counter to hold you closer, one continuing its path up your back and neck and around your face until it presses delicately against your cheek, cradling your jaw and holding you exactly where you both want you to be. He’s always so gentle with you, even when you cling to each other desperately in the darkness of the barn, even when you know there is so little time that you can steal, there is always a tenderness in his actions.

Sometimes you wish he would be a little rougher.

The thought rises unbidden and it fans the embers that seem to be constantly within you these days to a sudden roar. You press yourself against him more fully, sliding your hands around his hips, up under his shirt and running them over the rippled muscles of his shoulders with careless abandon. The shuddering exhalation that your skin on his elicits from him provokes a near savage feeling somewhere within and your kisses burn hotter, more desperate as you trail your lips over the hair at his jaw, mouthing at his neck as you rake your nails softly down his back.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers fervently. “You…you gotta stop.”

You break away from him immediately, and take in his now slightly dishevelled, panting self, his eyes dark and wild as they look at you, his lips swollen from the bruising kisses you had shared. Did you do that? With a few simple touches of your hands and lips?

“Sorry,” you murmur, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “I just…you’re just-”

“I know,” he says, kissing you chastely and smiling cheekily. “So are you. But I can’t be all riled up just before dinner.”

“Well…it’s a little late for me,” you confess, running your hands through his soft waves.

Before he can respond you hear a door close upstairs. You both look toward the sound and then back at each other, and he plants one last soft kiss on your forehead before sliding his hands back from around your waist. You smile to yourself as you hear Ellie begin to move around upstairs, and you begin to rifle through the cutlery drawer again.

Dinner is a little more uncomfortable than you expected. You’re trying to keep your eyes off Joel as much as possible, certain that at these close quarters Ellie’s scrutiny of your behaviour will reveal something you don’t want it to. Instead you mostly look at her, or down at your plate, and every time you risk a look at Joel he seems to be doing the same thing. In between eating, the three of you talk about what you think will be shown at the movie night, how Ellie is enjoying being away from farming, how you think your shoulder is healing. The usual, pleasantly innocuous conversation you would expect to find at the dinner table and you begin to slide into a more relaxed feeling about the evening.

And that’s when Ellie strikes.

You swear she waits until the precise moment Joel takes a large swig of water before she speaks.

“So…you guys fucking?”

It works. Joel’s eyes bulge comically as he splutters and then spits his water all over the table and his empty plate and begins coughing violently.

“Well, that’s a yes,” she mutters, her eyes dancing gleefully.

“E-Ellie! Christ!” he wheezes between coughs.

“Oh please. You two are so not subtle. And you-" She points at Joel accusingly "-were waaaay too happy that whole trip out to the museum.”

“I was happy…because…I was with you…ungrateful…child!”

“Yeah, but-“

She suddenly looks uncertain and her eyes dart between you and Joel. You look down at your own plate and bite your lip. It wasn’t your place to say anything if Joel wasn’t ready to tell her. In all things concerning Ellie, he would necessarily have to be the one to make final decisions of this kind. It was just how it was. You had no desire to complicate their relationship or insert yourself where you weren’t wanted, nor to take a father from a girl who had already seemingly lost so much. At the same time, she wasn’t stupid and you didn’t want to lie.

You look up again to find Joel looking at you. He’s still clearing his throat, trying valiantly to dislodge the remnants of the water in there. He gives a tiny nod, and you take that as your cue to proceed.

“Not…not fucking, no."

“But you are together?”

“If we were would that be okay?”

Ellie sighs deeply and speaks as if what she’s saying is the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, dummies. It would be okay. I…I know you were worried about taking him away from me, but I also know that’s not going to happen. I just want this loser-“ she gestures at Joel again “-to be happy. And you make him happy. So…I’m happy. Just don’t be too gross, okay?”

Joel has finally stopped coughing and his smile is deep and radiant as he looks from Ellie to you.

“I think we can manage that,” he murmurs as he slides his hand across the table to capture yours.

“No. See. Gross. What did I just say?” Ellie scolds, but she’s smiling too as she says it.

The relief you feel is immense. Ellie was the one person that you had been truly worried about in this whole situation, but her assurances and the way her eyes had sparkled when she saw how happy Joel was at her words had successfully put those fears to rest. You’re both still careful around her for the rest of the evening – nothing that could be construed as “gross” for a sixteen year old around her father – but he sits a little closer to you than he would normally, allows his hand to rest briefly on the small of your back as you all help to clear the table. Tiny gestures that mean so much because they come from him and because he doesn’t feel the need to hide them any longer.

Only once during the rest of the week does it get awkward. By mutual agreement, you and Joel are still not openly engaging in anything other than friendly interactions publicly. It’s not that you don’t want people to know, more that the perceived weight of the town’s expectation that you would become something more to each other seems too much to deal with right now when everything is so new.

“I like havin’ you, havin’ this all to myself for now,” Joel says succinctly one night on the sofa after Ellie has gone to bed. He leans into you, pressing you down against the cushions and resting his weight on one arm as he lies above you.

You’ve always got me to yourself,” you reply, running your hand over his tensed bicep and feeling those embers flare into sparks in your abdomen. “You seen yourself, Miller? You think I ever even looked at anyone else in this town?”

“Well shucks,” he purrs, exaggerating that Texan twang. “Pretty lady like you givin’ out compliments like that? You’re gonna give me a big head.” He slides his nose over yours softly before leaning in further to kiss you.

“Oh shi-“

Joel scrambles up from his position as if he’s been burned at the sound of Ellie’s horrified, bitten off expletive. You sit up too and whirl toward her far too forcefully, earning yourself a biting jab of pain through your shoulder and arm.

“Sorry,” she says with a grimace, covering her eyes with one hand. “I forgot my Walkman in here.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you echo, mortified beyond belief. “I should go."

“No, no!” she replies, her voice high and taut with her own embarrassment and still with her hand clapped over her eyes as if Medusa herself was in the room. “I should have knocked. My fault.”

“Ellie, you can take your hand away,” Joel says softly, and somehow he seems the most calm of all of you.

She peeks through her fingers, and when she sees you both sitting normally on the sofa breathes a small sigh and does what he says.

“This is still your house,” Joel continues. “And you come and go as you please. Ain’t nothin’ changin’ that. We just maybe gotta set some ground rules for this whole thing.”

“Like…don’t forget your Walkman?” she jokes weakly.

“Like maybe we keep certain things out of communal areas,” he smiles with a meaningful look at you.

“Hey, it’s your house. You guys set the rules here, I’m just a guest,” you babble, holding your hands up in submission.

“Little bit more than a guest at this point,” he murmurs.

“I’m just gonna shout whenever I come in,” Ellie announces as she grabs her Walkman from where it rests on the bookcase. “Waaay easier.”

Movie night is due to begin at seven on the Saturday evening and so just before five you, Joel and Ellie take the short walk through what passes for the suburbia of Jackson over to Maria and Tommy’s. Their house is closer to the centre of town – a modest, three bedroom affair much like your own. The warmth of cooking and the smell of something delicious hits you as soon as Maria answers the door and invites you in.

“We’re having chilli tonight,” she remarks as she gestures for you to sit down on the comfortable looking chairs in her living room. “Tommy insisted on cooking, so don’t blame me if it’s terrible!”

“Excuse me,” Tommy says as he suddenly appears from the kitchen wearing a sauce spattered apron with an invitation to “Kiss the Cook�� on it and waving a wooden spoon in a vaguely threatening way. “My cookin’ is sublime!”

“Smores with cheese,” Joel pipes up. “That’s all I’m sayin’.”

“I ran outta marshmallow. And I was six!”

“No excuse for that monstrosity,” grins Joel as Tommy grumbles to himself while returning to the kitchen.

“God, I miss smores,” you sigh.

“What are smores?” Ellie asks.

“Marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers toasted over a fire. Its so gooey and sweet…I wonder if twenty year old chocolate would really be that bad.”

“I’ll keep my eye out for some,” Joel promises, twinkling at the yearning expression you can feel on your face. His hand lands upon your knee, squeezing it briefly before withdrawing again. Maria doesn’t miss it.

“Glad to see you two have finally made up properly,” she says slyly.

“Yeah well…figured it was about time I got my head outta my ass,” Joel says sheepishly.

“Chance’d be a fine thing,” Tommy says, his voice floating in from the kitchen.

“Don’t make me come in there and shame that chilli,” Joel fires back, an amused expression on his face. “In fact,” he adds as he stands, “I am gonna go tell him all the things he’s doin’ wrong.” Mild and good natured bickering erupts between the brothers as soon as Joel steps into the kitchen and all three of you roll your eyes at each other and grin.

The chilli is delicious – just the right amount of heat, tender meat, a rich, thick sauce and buttery potato skins on the side. Joel teases that it was his guidance that made the meal so appetising, and you have to stifle your laugher at the outrage on Tommy’s face and in his voice.

After dinner, the five of you stroll into the town centre. People are gathering in the same building that the winter dance was held at, but when you walk in the room looks quite different to before. A projector has been set up at the back of the room, a large white sheet has been affixed to one wall and dozens of chairs have been squeezed in front of it. Children run and squeal as they play, their parents and guardians chatter happily above their noise.

“So what’s on?” you ask Tommy.

“Labyrinth. I was going to go with Indiana Jones, but Maria thought the face melting scene might be a bit too frightenin’ for the littler kids.”

“Ooof, yeah. I remember the first time I saw that. I was ten and it still freaked me out! But David Bowie’s lycra covered crotch should be fine, right?”

Tommy snorts a laugh. “Accordin’ to Maria. Annnd she is the boss.”

He moves away to make the last minute preparations for the evening and Joel takes his place, handing you a bottle of water before opening his own and taking a sip.

“Maybe I should get you some tight lycra pants, Miller,” you say softly so that only he can hear. “Pretty sure you’ve got the goods for them.”

For the second time that week, Joel chokes uncontrollably on his drink. So much so that Ellie looks across from where she’s sat next to a girl with a large and ornate lotus tattooed on her arm before rolling her eyes at the pair of you and resuming her conversation.

“Jesus Christ, woman. What brought that on?” he wheezes.

“Labyrinth,” you say casually, gesturing to the sheet ahead as the lights begin to dim.

Joel moves behind you, slides one big hand around your waist and pulls you tight against him in the darkness.

“Now you just settle down and behave,” he commands in a husky voice that you’re almost sure has nothing to do with the water he inhaled and that gives you a pleasant tingling shiver all up your spine. “Or I’ll have to stop givin’ you the one thing I know you want from me.”

You tip your head back so you’re face to face with him but upside down.

“Your cooking?” you ask, innocently.

“Damn straight,” he growls menacingly, his eyes twinkling and kind in the semi darkness. And then, so naturally you think he must have forgotten how public a place you’re both in, he kisses you. A soft, brief, chaste kiss, but a kiss nonetheless and when you tip your head the right way again he pulls you even tighter against him and you lace your fingers with him as they rest against your stomach. You settle against him, tuck your head comfortably against the crook of his neck and he kisses you again, this time on top of your head. You can see more than a few people glancing your way, most with small smiles on their faces, some looking a little sullen. This was it then. You and Joel together in public as a couple, no more secrecy or hiding. You can’t deny the rush of warmth that fills you, nor the dopey smile you know is stretched across your face. It feels too good to let people know. That he is yours and you are his.

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