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illicit affairs.

navigation: masterlist

pairing: dbf!joel miller x afab!reader

word count: ~5.8k (OOPS)

summary: the moment you graduated from college, you enter your young adulthood and begin a secret, messy situationship with the texan contractor next door.

warnings: this is an EXPLICIT FIC! minors and ageless blogs, DO NOT INTERACT or i will liberally use the block button! explicit, unprotected p-in-v sex, big age gap (r is in their early twenties, joel is in his mid-40s to early 50s!), oral sex, wet dreams, ass play. joel is an unintentionally selfish lover so expect some(?) angst and miscommunication.

note: much of this fic was pieced together with wildest dreams and the titular song, illicit affairs playing in my head. circe is in her swiftie era and i'm not sorry :'D nonetheless, i sincerely hope you enjoy and reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

You swore you could recall the day you met him easier than it is to breathe air.

You, wearing your graduation robes, glorious, and brand new with a college degree. Months later, he'll tell you the first thing he saw was the flash of skin from your leg, leaving him mesmerized until your father knocked on his door. Your dad, bless him, who invited the Millers for a spot of lunch to celebrate with your special day.

Him, in his best t-shirt (at least the least wrinkled), urging Sarah forward with a nudge to the shoulder, standing in your living room with a sheepish grin. "So you're the missin' college kid?" You laugh, moving to shake his hand firmly after having met his daughter.

"I guess that's me." You tell him your name, listen to the way his tongue traces each syllable. He says it again, squeezing your hand. It was then and there that you felt it— that shocking zap of electricity passing between you so firmly, that which you could only interpret as the barest inkling of desire.

You can still picture the glint in his eye. The slight raise of the brow. A silent question. You're just a sneaky little minx, aren't ya? Back then, you smile playfully, pulling your hand away to turn back around.

You see the end before it even begins. You see heaven tinted with the colors of hellfire.

"Pleasure to meet you, mister Miller!"

—

You dream of him after that meeting. Flashes of skin, you and the shape of him tangled between the sheets, his large hands cupping your warm cheeks, chuckling down at the sight of your bright red mouth. You dream of his thumb smearing your lipstick while those warm eyes take you in.

You dream of him between your legs, the scratch of his beard glorious against your shaking body. You dream of his chuckles vibrating against your thigh. You dream in flashes. Him pinning your hands above your head in one. Him leading you by your waist atop of him in another.

When you wake, you feel your cunt soaking and needy. You try and touch yourself to soothe the wanton need.

But it's not enough.

It's not his large callused hands. It's not his bulging arms. It's not him and it's not enough.

Fuck. You're down bad for Joel Miller and you only met him once.

—

The summer that follows was filled with stolen glances. You, taking your morning walks just as Joel and Sarah drive off for her summer job and his work. Joel, watching you whenever he comes home too early to see you enjoying a swim in your pool. Then ensued what to him was a moral digression, a moral challenge.

Does he dare desire someone as young as you? Someone a few measly years older than his own kid. Does he dare to encroach that wretchedness for something so pure and sweet and so fucking brand-new?

Take that weekend, for example, with you bent over his kitchen counter while you helped Sarah with painting her nails, the oddly familiar scent of nail polish barely distracting him from you and the knowledge that he had to squeeze past behind your bent-over frame to get a beer for him and Tommy in the garage. He'd asked for you to come because he needed someone to keep Sarah distracted and away from the garage. With a promise of recompense one way or another once they had it done.

Didn't know you're a real softie, mister Miller.

Call me Joel, kid. You'll make me feel all ancient an' shit.

At the end of it all, regardless of how everything turned out, you both agree it was the spark that eventually fanned out to a flame.

You, ass plump and presented despite your awareness, and his own clothed crotch passing by you and providing a minute second of contact. Contact that, if you dared confess, was nowhere near capable of satiating your curiosity about the much older man. You try to hide a sharp breath between your lips, pretending to pay him no mind as you gently blow on Sarah's nails.

"You have a really good eye for color," you commended the girl, smiling at him with a giggle just as Joel disappears around a corner.

Joel who hands Tommy his beer and, seeing how flustered he had gotten, clicks his tongue. "That girl again?" Was it that clearly written across his face, the insatiable desire to have you?

"Shut up," he'd mutter, sipping from his bottle before moving to get back to their weekend project. A shelf for Sarah.

When he tells you his side of the story, it goes like this: the sound of the hammer beating the wood, rhythmic, consistent, patient.

Thud, thud, thud.

And right after: it's the sound of your headboard hitting the wall while your parents are away for a date, Sarah on some sleepover with friends. His thrusts the same, insistent, rhythmic pattern, your same plush ass moving against the force of his hips, your whining little mouth crying out into the empty house.

He doesn't know how he got you. But, by Jove, he'd be a goddamn fool to say that he didn't want this. But the one thing he wanted to be certain of was that you wanted this. That he didn't imagine the tension between you.

"Tell me you love this, baby doll." He grunts, pulling out to flip you over on to your back so he can see you. "Tell me I'm not makin' you miserable."

You reached up to him, tangling your fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. You catch eyes, and you see he means it. Sees that he'll stop if you said nothing. Or if you asked him. That, despite the intensity of his thrusts, the same softie you saw that one weekend ago is right there. Vulnerable and willing in your touch. You can't afford having him stop. Not when you're so close. Not when he's all you've dreamt about since you came home. "Don't you dare stop, Joel..."

It's all the confirmation he needed. He looks at you with a look of recognition and you immediately understood. The man himself was memorizing every part of you; every mark and quivering muscles. He kisses you, and you understand him even without words. A part of you wanted him to confirm it. To say he'll remember you— legs spread and moaning for him, pleasure coursing through your veins only brought about by him.

You want him to tell you he'll dream of you for the rest of your life.

The same rhythm follows him into the dark night, only characterized by streaks of the color of your hair, your skin, your mouth... it's all he hears in his head, apart from your moans.

Thud, thud, thud. The iambic beat of his heart, pressed against the palms of your hands. I am, I am, I am.

It's the words he does not dare tell you. Words punctuated by the rhythm of his thrusts where you want him most.

Yours, yours, yours.

—

He does not catch you on the Fourth of July weekend that follows. Your parents tell him you're meeting friends and hearing from jobs you applied to. That you've been a nervous wreck, only placated in seemingly random moments of peace, coinciding with the first time he wound up in your bed, heaving as his bones creak from history gone by. So he spends it the only way he knew to, in that primordial existence he lived before you came into his life in broad strokes of color. He spends it drinking cold beer, watching Sarah, and ignoring the sticky stares handed to him by single mothers that barely held a candle to your beauty.

The fireworks are things he does not hear without you there. He smiles for Sarah, reminds her not to get too rough in your parents' pool, periodically bringing her food to make sure she was keeping herself fed.

Later that evening, with Sarah finally in bed and his world finally exhausting itself of so much celebration, Joel hears your car pull up, the racuous noise of a friend of yours as you try and lead them into the house. From behind his curtains in his dark room, he hears your explanation over the loud laughter of your companion.

"She had no way of getting home safe, mama," you tried to explain, much to your mother's understanding as she and your father helped your friend inside.

Joel sees the slight tilt in your step. The slight unsteadiness. His own pretty girl, tipsy around people he doesn't know, and it fills him with an indescribable sense of envy. It's a sensation that oozes through his very veins, sludging until it completely covers him; like the hands of a murderer marked by his prey. He tries to resist it, that ancient calling of his very veins. Or, alternatively, he tries to resist letting his cock take control of his very being.

You were young and you deserved to experience the world. You were young and you never told him you belonged just to him. He shared some of your nights, yes. But it didn't mean he automatically became the king of your heart.

He paces his bedroom, back and forth, repeatedly, again and again and again. Count to twenty, take a deep breath.

And just like that, he feels like a teenager again. Sneaking out of his house and into yours.

When he finds you, he recognized the surprise on your face. The sudden, hushed, What are you doing here?

"Just missed ya today, 's all," he says softly, immediately pulling you into your own room, quietly shutting and locking the door behind him. "How's your friend?"

You giggle softly, evidently still a little affected from alcohol. "You didn't see her when you passed the couch?"

He smirks, stepping close to you, finding you adorable as you stepped back, chased by him until the back of your thighs hit the very edge of your bed. "D'you think I have eyes on anything else when you're around, baby doll?" You peer up at him and see the utter desperation in his gaze.

You hum thoughtfully, tilting your head to the side. "You missed me, daddy-o?"

He chuckles, moving closer to press a kiss to the very crook of your neck. He doesn't answer. He dares not confess the vulnerability you've seared like a mark on his skin. But he did. And he showed you that he did.

He pushes you down, falling to his own knees, legs thrown over his shoulders pushing your skirt up, your shaky breaths feeding directly into his ego. It's so easy to want you.

So he takes. With his tongue, with his cock, with your mouth happily taking his length down your throat. When he fucks your mouth, his hands cover and pinch your nipples, growling softly, trying not to risk being caught with a daughter so beloved, and him, the depraved devil defiling you.

"Gonna swallow all of me, baby? Yeah? Good fucking girl..."

You whine against him, squealing as you feel him lean down over you to pay attention to your needy cunt. Both hands, spreading your folds open with his tongue tasting everything he can take.

"Together, baby. Sounds good?" You hum against his skin, your legs beginning to writhe from the concentrated build of pleasure he orchestrated.

So he counts you down. His hips stuttering, your toes clenched, and his hands pinning you down.

Three. His body covers yours as his hands pull your legs back, the back of your thighs exposed to the cool evening air.

Two. You dig your nails into what you could of him, anyway to pull him closer. The taste of his skin on your tongue, the desperation of you trying to hold on to your orgasm to be his good girl.

One. Warm spurts of his cum shoots down your throat as the blinding flash of pleasure takes control of you. You don't know what it was about Joel. You don't know what it was about yourself either. The next time you opened your eyes, you caught a glance of his beard, completely soaked just as you see, too, the last spurts of your fluids, dampening the sheets beneath you.

You make up as lovers do, with him staying in your bed, your frame snuggled into his muscular form as you feel yourself drift in and out of sleep. "We should be more careful, darlin'," he whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your temple. You hum sleepily, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Says the man who sneaked into my room for a quick fuck," you say with a chuckle. You do not see the slight frown on his face. You do not comprehend the tug on his heartstrings at your words. "What, you wanna start texting?"

He groans, quietly climbing up above you so he can watch your features in relative silence. "Too old for that and ya know it, doll." He smirks, huge hands cupping your face gently, rolling soft, careful circles against your cheeks before he pinches them lovingly. "You're just a little fuckin' baby, aren't ya?" You giggle softly, trying to be quiet in a house full of sleepers.

"Isn't your window right across from mine?"

That makes him raise his head. Gently, moving away from you as naked as the day he was born, he crosses your room to peer out from behind your curtains and into his own quiet house. His open window from when he lost control, his own curtains dancing in the wind. He didn't even notice. Perhaps there was salvation for the devil after all. If a god was capable of blessing him with the sheer luck of having his window across yours...

"Why don't you hang that pretty lil dress of yours by the window if you want t'meet up, yeah?"

"Ah, yes. Joel Miller's very own cum rag."

He smirks, looking back at you as he leans down to press a final kiss on your forehead. "And I'll hang that shirt I wore when I met you if I want the same, yeah?"

It's thrilling to think about. Thrilling to think that you can share a language in windows. Like spies. You've read spy novels as a kid. It was always so fascinating, the hidden messages in invisible ink, the necktie knots that mean one thing or another. Discreet meetings, longing and wanting in every gaze.

No one else will understand. But you and Joel will.

You feel your heart flutter, reaching up to mess his hair just as the older man turns away to dress himself again in the shirt and shorts he had worn before. "You're lucky it's summer. You wouldn't have to make an excuse why you're burning bright red and sweaty." He manages a chuckle, looking back at you with a wink.

I'm good at secrets, kiddo.

He leaves, and you hide the way you feel the pit in your stomach as he quietly shut the door behind him. He moved noiselessly, while you lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Joel Miller has fucked you twice and yet, you're still just that.

A kid, a baby. Fresh-faced doll girl he has to check in on in the evening after a night out.

Waste not, want not, you began to think. I feel wanted. Am I also being wasted?

—

Joel dreams, sometimes. He hasn't dreamt for years before you came into his life.

That night, as he walked home in silence, cloaked by the dark of night, he feels the bed calling to him. The white noise of his fan calls to him as he strips, sinking into the sheets. The smell of you sticks to your fingers as he groans.

You, you, you. Naughty little minx, you.

Sleep had never been easier.

And just like that, his dreams bring him to you in some skimpy number, swimming through your parents' pool, making your way to him in clean, smooth strokes. You flash him a smile, pool wet and cheeks sun-kissed.

Hello, you.

You, willing vixen and goddess divine. You, willingly approaching his wide open arms. You, pressed with your front against the pool wall while Joel dreams of pulling your bathing suit aside and be so close with you.

That night, he dreamt of fingering you in the pool, your breathy, wanton moans escaping in a soft, steady stream of heavenly music. His breath, warm against the back of your ear, your neck marked up by his mouth, a visual he could never truly dare away from his dream world. It was too risky, too obvious. But in his dreams, he marked you, sucking skin between teeth and biting almost teasingly.

In his dreams, he could push the limits, too. He dreamt of his thumb, brushing over that tight, puckered backdoor. Dreamt it made you whine. Dreamt that you moved closer to him.

"D'you know, angel... that I want to be the only one who can ever have all this?" he whispers, free hand taking your chin to kiss your moaning mouth with a breathy chuckle. "Fuck... this little darlin's been so deprived, hasn't she?"

And in his dreams, he owns you so completely. Every hole claimed, stuffed full, and leaking. In the morning, he'd wake with the scent of damp mushrooms, boxers damp, and cock hard, the image of you fading away to the sound of Sarah moving in the kitchen.

Outside of his dreams, his life moves forward. And it does not stop.

—

He called for you more than you did him. It's easy to figure out. It's easy to pretend to be picking something up from the mall. It's easy to disappear for ten minutes before meeting under the peach tree in the parking lot. Sometimes he drives you to a motel. But there are times, like today, when you run into his arms in the early afternoon Texan heat, where he's immediately pulling you to the back of the truck, beard prickling against your warm, sensitive neck.

"Joel," you start, trying to pull away from him. "I came to talk to you—"

He plants a chaste kiss to your mouth, Shit-eating grin as he slips two fingers down your shorts to feel you getting wet through your underwear. "This pretty lil thing right here says otherwise, baby doll." He pulls back, fingers brought to his mouth to take a taste. "Fuck. Just so fuckin' sweet for me..."

It knocks the wind out of you. The news on your tongue dies away as you watch him, skies of hellfire colored in his eyes. With a shaky breath, you nod slowly.

"Haven't seen you all week, daddy-o." It's enough. It's crumbs that feed the insatiable man that just cannot be fed.

A goddamned beast, precious and divine.

"I know, I haven't been takin' care of the prettiest girl there is." He kisses your cheek, sitting across the backseat of the truck, pulling you to his lap with your legs straddling him as he grits his teeth eagerly. "Been so deprived, haven't ya, baby?"

Despite the arrogance, you were inclined to agree. In Joel's absence, consumed by his work, by his family, and you distracted with your efforts of making it into the professional world, you had to rely on yourself for pleasure. But your fingers were too small, too short, and cannot have the same impetus as that of his touch. And the very smell of him, the very presence... you were drawn to him, salivating and hypnotized like a moth to a flame. So you come forward, singing. "It just wasn't the same without you, Joel..."

He growls, cussing as he barely pulls his pants down to free his own wanting cock. A desire unquenched by his fist in the darkness. And it's easy. So fucking easy to rub his thumb in circles on your clit, making your cunt openly weep for him, as well as making it easier for you to welcome him.

"Take it, baby. Take it for yourself, c'mon," he whispers, and you do. His very own Jezebel, entrancing him with the way you rose up, bracing yourself on his shoulders while his left hand grips your hips, his right hand guiding his cock for you to sink down on. He lets out a pleasured breath, jaw clenching just as a moan emanates from you. You're warm and tight like a vice around him. He's stretching your willing walls in such a familiar way you almost think you feel at home.

Freely, he kisses behind your ear, marking the skin there where it's concealed just right by your hair. His hands assist your movement just as you began to rock back and forth over his cock, grinding your hips and squealing at the sensation of not just your cock filled to the brim, but the sparks of pleasure from how his skin brushes against your own clit.

"Fuck, baby. What d'you think your dad would say if he found out you're fuckin' his buddy in the back of a truck like a lil slut, yeah?"

All you do is respond with moans, whines, noises that show how desperately close he has you. Right on the brink of an electric glow, powered only by the desperate need to peak, to find bliss. He clicks his tongue, moving to cup your face with both hands while he thrusts up into you, watching the way your eyes roll back from need, making him growl as he presses one hand on the expanse of your jaw, making your cheeks puff up and your lips part willingly for him.

Just then, he chuckles at the portrait of depravity before him. "Such a noisy lil mouth on ya, baby. So fuckin' loud for me, yeah? Does daddy have to be the one to shut you up?"

You squeal, eyes brimming tears. "S'all for you," you whisper, hands pressed against the seat to balance yourself, chasing your release in intermittent bursts of energy. Just then, two beefy fingers from the man who has such a hold on you plug up your mouth, immediately turning your breathy whines into quiet hums, throat constricting around his fingers. He fills you up so well, even with just his fingers, and it makes you weak in the knees.

"That's it. Just needed something to suck on, didn't you, baby?"

Just then, he turns the pleasure to its very limit. His own hips, speeding up his own thrusts from below, his warm breath heating up your face, his free hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing the sides with a dark chuckle. His eyes, two shades darker, makes you quake, your noises multiplying when you reach the very peak of pleasure. His own moans intermingle into the humid air, groaning needingly against you.

"That's it, baby. Come an' cream f'me. That's it, that's it..."

The permission granted to you makes you feel alive. Driven by a purpose, your orgasm comes as bright and clear as day. Spots of sudden brightness momentarily blind you with a gush of happy hormones. You scream against his fingers, the vibration from your noise making him smirk proudly down at you, so willing and filled by him and only him.

Good girl. Good fuckin' girl f'me, baby...

You both come down from the high with him nestled deep within your cunt. Your head, leaned against his shoulder while he tries to regain his breath from the effort you both gave.

The words return slowly.

"Y'want me to drive you back?"

You peer up at him, lashes fluttering softly. "Are we being obvious now?"

He smirks, kissing you again, brushing your cheek gently. "God, kid. The mouth on ya."

With that, you begin to slowly pull away from him, reaching for your underwear the dress yourself. To suddenly feel his cock that once filled you pull out, manage a quiet shudder. The sudden emptiness as stark as the sudden urge to leave.

"I..." You breathed in sharply. "I wanted to tell you I got a job."

The silence between you is thick with tension. You don't know what to say next. And neither does he. "Oh!" You look to him with longing glance, just before you check yourself in the mirror with a shaky breath. "So you'll be busy..."

You shrug, breathing in sharply as you try and make yourself seem less dishevelled. "I guess."

You give him one last look, one last chance to try and read him. Only to find his walls built up, features unreadable. You knew for yourself that one word from him and you'd lay down your guard. You'd let him drop you home. You'd let the world know you like him. But, without any indication of him wanting anything but your body, your cunt, or your mouth, you think of it as a shame.

And to think you had been driven to ruins by wanting him. So instead, you sigh, opening the truck door.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Joel."

—

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[dalliansss]

Oohhh "I thought we agreed we wouldn't cross that line" with maedhros/finrod?

"I ACCIDENTALLY TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND NOW WE'RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT IT" PROMPTS

Context: Right after the events in this STORY.

Nelyo moves around the room, conscious. He is aware Ingoldo's gaze is nailed on his person, and as he picks up his discarded pair of breeches, he cannot quite decide if the scrutiny is welcome, or not.

Somehow, for all of his age over the younger, golden-radiant elf, he is now feeling shy and nervous. He has not fumbled so for a long time; he has not been in his thirties for a long while.

He pulls his breeches up long, long legs, and he turns to Ingoldo, who's sitting in bed still, looking at him expectantly.

What have we done is a petulant question. He knows -- and he knows that Ingoldo knows what they have done; after all, it was Ingoldo who initiated this -- who came into his rooms in the dead of the night, wrapped only in a blanket. The little minx knew, somehow, that Nelyo would not be able -- that it would be impossible to resist him.

(And Nelyo remembers, again, that long realization he has had years ago, one summer in Formenos. His heart settled first, followed by his mind, and he nursed this flame, knowing nothing would come of it -- forgetting that the realization is a two-way road for the Eldar, and it would come upon Ingoldo too, sooner or later.)

He buttons his breeches. "Come here, Ingoldo."

Letting go of the blanket, Ingoldo complies, and he crawls toward the edge of the bed. Nelyo feels another impossible frisson of desire he almost trembles.

His right hand's fingers thread through Ingoldo's tousled golden hair, and he cups a perfect cheek, brushes his thumb on kiss-bruised lips.

So radiant. So golden. His.

"You know what the other side of this line entails," he states, his voice soft, never accusatory.

"I know," is Ingoldo's reply, and blue eyes snare Nelyo's own silver-gray ones in an impossible trap.

And a trap he is, isn't he, Ingoldo? A sweet, golden cage nothing shall escape. Nelyo knows this in his bones. He will kiss the ground this one trods on, if he asked.

"I will go first," he continues. "So it will not look suspicious. Nobody will come to your room?"

"None."

"Good."

"I'll see you?" Ingoldo asks, catching him by the wrist.

"Of course you will."

Mischief in those blue eyes. Lips part, and a quick, pink tongue flicks against the pad of Nelyo's thumb.

(Oh, how heat lances through him. Burning, melting, all-consuming heat.)

@curumeaningwitch

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[springofstarlight]

Faerûnian 29 days Writing Challenge

[NSFW] 🖊️ 4 -𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒟𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽

Keeping quiet had always been impossible for Fin, and so now he's decided to make that Nel's burden to bare. The two of them sneaking in his tent while the rest of the camp sleep, he's determined to push his luck and the cleric had always been good with his tongue.

Tav/Tav [With Nel belonging to TheElvishRogue on twt]

Nelwyn 'Nel' Felestal/Fionntán Ó Reoánaigh

#BG3FicFeb

Word count: 2.7k

“Shh… You don’t want to wake the others now, do you?” Fin breathed hotly across her shoulder, brushing his nose against the dip of her neck and peppered small feather weight kisses along her shoulders; sampling the sweet intoxicating scent as they both rested there bare. Nel glanced over her shoulder, raising a brow in a silent playful bewilderment. Yes, the rest of the camp had only recently retired to bed, but they weren’t exactly doing anything particularly outrageous… it was no secret that both of them were becoming known from departing the same tent in the dawn. No, Fin just enjoyed the extra layer of danger to their actions, and as he bit down across her shoulder, making sure to leave a bright sleek mark across her bare skin… Oh he was relishing in it, the awful minx.

They had retired to his tent that evening, the low lamp flickering with tongues of amber lapping their wonderful golden lights that drenching both bodies in a sheen of radiance. The few books he had managed to find on their travels and stole away without the rest of the group noticing sat across the edges of the tent, some open with their pages marked with a scrap of fabric, another piece of parchment they had come across, even a leaf… Just how many was he reading at once? Nel had to chuckle weakly under her breath, the more she learnt about him, the more she was seeing the bravo he bore so boldly melted away within these small private moments. Fin was a wildfire, she would never deny that, but he could be as gentle as a summer’s day, the sunbeam a languid cat would seek out and find comfort within… he enjoyed putting up those walls and shields, but that irritatingly endearing side of playfulness and mischief, no that excited in every version of him.

Bare skin pressed against one another, his mischievous hands glided up her thighs slowly, pausing now and again with a harsh scrape of nails leaving blunt red stripes across the flesh. Nel shuddered, the sensation searing through her veins and tangling into her bones, toes curled into the sheet as she pressed her lips to a thin line… He had told her to be quiet, yet he was doing everything in his power to push her, teasing for the reward of those small blissful sounds. Resting upon her knees, arms low down so she leant against her forearms in his pillow; she was a glorious sight, delicate skin holding the bruises and marks of a day's work, the beads of sweat that glistened upon the honeyed light, Fin had to pull himself back for a moment to just appreciate. The spill of her hair, rivulets of the beautiful night that had been coaxed over to one shoulder so Fin had perfect access to her neck, a few blooming marks appearing where he had marked his claim… though he was nice enough to leave them in places that could be easily hidden with day clothes.

His own breath came out in a jut, but he swallowed it down with the fever of his heart… he couldn’t let himself get distracted from his task at hand.

His tattered hands wandered up the subtle skin of her inner thigh, bitterly slow as he gleefully took his time. As he felt her flinch and the press of controlled breath through gritted teeth, his smirk grew and each finger drifted further, swirling across the skin as if merely a sailor lost upon the waves, not particularly sure what direction he was meant to be holding the map. That being until her leg kicked out, nudging him between the legs. A rough guttural groan slipped out of his own lips as he felt the pressure against his cock, hard and dripping as he watched each shiver and quack that traversed through her. “You’re such a brat.” Nel managed to hiss through a whisper, but her lips flickered with a brief reveal of that lopsided smile she always held, tiny tusks glinting in the low light.

“Me?” Fin tilted his head, bringing a clenched hand to his chest in a dramatic almost fall backwards. “Such vile accusations.” He breathed in his low whispers, no louder than the muffled crackling of the main campfire in the distance. Fin stuck his tongue out but sat back up, finally conceding that yes, his actions had been a little mean as he returned his hands to their work.

Fin leant close, pressing his chest to the arch of her back as he brought his hand up and allowed the side of his palm to slide between her legs; his own breathy moan breaking through as he felt how her body reacted to his touch. Nel hitched a breath, feeling the air caught within her lungs as if they too had forgotten their purpose, more focused on the tenseness that clung to her body and begged her knees to stay locked in place against the weight of him, and the pleasure he offered. It was just the reaction he was looking for, and it was rewarded with another touch, the tips of his scarred fingers curling and stroking across the swollen clit, earning a gasp and a buck of the hips, rolling back into him as Nel leant back. Panting breaths muffled through his pillow as she pressed her burning cheek against the cool fabric that still clung tightly to Fin’s scent from the night’s he actually remained in his own bed. The faint whispers of burning ice, a strange smell she had learnt to recognise from his flames, the sweetness of tea cutting through, and the scented oils of his hair… all of him, Fin smelt like his own cut of silver, and in that moment it struck her senses brighter and bolder than any stars resting within the sky.

Nel felt her head pull back in a gasp as the glide of his hand, the stroke of his fingers against her heat brought her body tight; her own flat palms curling up tightly so much her knuckles flared white as she bit down into the pillow, not wishing for him to win this challenge he had seemly set himself of breaking noises from her. A new groan came as a finger sank inside her, the shiver that clawed at her bones bringing her flush against him, feeling his own heat pressed between her as he lurched over, caging her down with his free arm to her side. His finger worked, sliding and curling within her as he felt her body clench against the digits in approval and desire, her oily sleek pleasure dripping down his fingers, draping them with warmth and tackiness. Nel felt her hips roll to him, the flood of desire setting into her bones and down to the very marrow of her being just as as the sputters and dance of the flames the cleric wielded so perfectly, the same hands that he used to heal the most awful of wounds were now working in their deviation to her. That fire only built and flooded her with feverish desire as another finger was added, and Nel had to bite harder at her lips to stop the sounds escaping. She didn’t care if the other’s heard them, not really… a day of awkward giggles, that was nothing… but letting Fin win? That was a whole new issue and it couldn’t be allowed so easily.

It seemed he noticed though, tilting his head for a moment as he withdrew his fingers carefully; peppering kisses across the wondrous curve of her ass as Nel took a moment to catch her breath. Nel felt her breathing roll in her chest, catching each burning breath against chapped lips as she turned and paused to see if he had stopped for any actual reason than to just draw her out further, to delay her pleasure as her body sat there taut and demanding. His next action could have melted all of the steel that was holding her body together, the flare across her cheeks tarnished even deeper as burning blue eyes struggled to remove themselves from the cleric. Fin sat up on his knees, proudly displaying the gratifyingly slow movement of pulling the fingers that had just pressed inside her, coated in her sleekness, and brought them to his lips, dragging them slowly across his tongue and sampling the sweetness of her. The long shadows of the little fire casted darkness and etched into all the right places, the flare of his muscles, the small specks of freckles that drifted across his shoulders to his chest, pools of black hair that sat stuck to his cheeks and forehead from the sheen of sweat that had developed… and that tattered scar across his bicep that he had never drawn attention to, and so Nel never asked. He was as beautiful as he was annoying, and that was an impressive feat in itself. A coked brow and a simper resting at his lips broke into that familiar mischievous smirk as his pale eyes caught her own, shrugging it off as if he had merely been caught stealing an extra bite of dessert.

Nel rolled her eyes, huffing again as she rested there, squeaking her eyes shut as she waited for his next move. She had felt his cock pressed against her, weeping with his own carnal want and so felt her muscles brace and tense awaiting, but the sensation that struck her was so different it caught her off guard. Fin splayed a palm across her ass, spreading them apart ever so slightly as he pressed his nose between her legs, the hot breath of him felt chilled against her own pulsing heat, silently begging for the return of that pleasure and Fin answered, Gods… did he answer. The touch was damp, the firm press of his tongue against her. His hand remained at her ass, grasping at the curve of the flesh with blunt nails and Nel could feel the vibration of his low groans against her, the soft calls of his own enjoyment as he pressed his tongue against her centre, lapping and sucking at her clit with such dedication and eagerness against the slickened bundle of nerves. He could feel her shuddering and quivering at his tongue and it was all the encouragement he needed. Prayer and worship of the found within salt slick skin and heated breaths, thrumming hearts and those pittering breaths that found themselves trapped by the pillow before they could truly meet the air… it wasn’t enough, he needed those delicious little sounds, louder and begging.

The bitter honeyed taste lingered at his tongue, coating it as he craved further, savouring each of those small moans and whimpers on his own lips as he licked and kissed. The rings of steel that bound the fibres of her very being and held her muscles tight in place melted, dripping molten pleasure in droplets of sweat and tension fading away to white fire, blazing through her whole body from toes curled within the fabric to the nape of her neck, bringing the fine hairs that stood there to attention. Nel panted heavily through her moans, the sound blissful and tender, cluttered with whimpers and grasping hands into the sheets as her body shook. Fin pulled away quickly, clasping his hand across her lips as he scooted to her side.

Both of them fell hushed, ears alert and piqued as if they sat there in stunned silence, two prey animals wide eyed and waiting for the clash of jaws around them as their lungs burnt. A moment that crawled by but… there was nothing… just the ruffle of sheets and the crackle of the fire. Breaths finally regulated with the pounding of adrenaline and ecstasy, the two chemicals meeting and combusting in brilliance that faded away to an attempted smug look from Fin. He had his victory handed to him so wonderfully, after all. He tried to hold it, tried to keep a hold of his triumph but it shattered, both of them broke and the frightened stillness thawed to a mess of giggles, unbridled and joyous.

An attempt to press fingers to one another’s lips only made it worse, small whispers of playful ’shhh…shh…hhhh’ that only broke into more laughter. It took a moment, gasping breaths and finally… somewhat getting themselves under control. Fin laid down beside her, coaxing an arm around her waist and tugging their bare bodies together. “Liked that then, mh?” Fin practically purred as he nuzzled his nose against her shoulder, Nel rolled her eyes but the way that her body still sang bright with pleasure, the crusted drool across her lips, and how her body instinctively curled closer to his hold, there was no denying it.

“Nightmare, brat, awful, you’re all of it.” Nel tried to hold her stubborn gaze but as he peered up, the light catching his eyes lambently like the winter dawn upon the frosted lakes, the flush of his cheeks that brought out his freckles as if the stars had decided that his skin was a much grander stage than the night sky, and the lewd reminisce of her own heat upon his lips… and that look he was giving her, sat in the afterglow of giggles. “I like it when you laugh, it’s a beautiful sound.” Fin whispered close to her cheek, brushing his nose against it as he spoke, sounding almost drunk on pleasure even though Nel hadn’t been able to receiptate before their interruption.

“Idiot.” Was all she could say after a moment, the word catching in her throat as her heart leapt within her ribs, thrumming against each individual bone as she wrapped her arms tight across his shoulders, burying her own damp forehead within the crock of his neck… laying like this she could feel how much taller he was, her feet unable to meet his. Nel couldn’t be sure when sleep washed over her, it came far too easy, nor when Fin had leant over to blow out the small light, the only thing she could register was the small brushing of his finger across her cheek as he settled back down, dainty and delicate.

—

“Good Morning Nel.” Gale’s voice chimed first as a few bodies sat before the low embers of the morning’s fire, a small metallic pot resting on top to boil the river water for tea being stirred as the wizard stood looking up at her arrival.

“‘ Morning.” She gave a soft yawn as she gratefully reached for the offered tea, grasping her fingers around the cup before pausing as another was offered with a nod towards the tent she had just departed from. She blinked for a moment, tilting her head before catching the far too amused look from Astarion, sat perched happily against a log, embracing the morning’s sunbeams, closed eyes creaking open to bright his attention fully to her. “Yes, were you going to let us into the little joke you two shared last night? It must have been brilliant.”

Nel felt her cheeks flare and for a moment she felt hotter than the lapping tongues of the fire themselves, the tea in her hand feeling practically cold in compassion to her touch, and now a second at her feet waiting to be received. She coughed, swallowing the embarrassment to offer back her usually confidently mischievous smile but before she could answer there was a new shuffle of feet. Fin finally emerged with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck, and offering slow blinks in the languid haze he still held. The cleric’s robes placed so neatly over his shoulders and his hair neatened, the crown of amber resting proudly at the front of his dark locks, a far cry from the knotted mess it had been the evening before. There was no denying that while she preferred that look on him, seeing him in the morning sun was never a dull thing. “Actually, I think it was more of a nightmare.” She mused, eyes lowering to the tea to take a sip; that was all to be said on the matter.

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[babybirdling]

Prompt: James trying to handle drunk Lily while Lily tries seducing him.

Thank you for the prompt, love!

Voldermort also does NOT exist in this AU, I’m not having any of it.

It’s nearly dawn when the roar of the party has dwindled to a mere fizzle, music still broadcasted from the wireless network and drunk Gryffindors hanging from varying places of the common room, moaning in self-pity.

It’s the summer of ‘78.

They’re all nostalgic and not ready to leave the comfort of Hogwarts.

They’re also going to regret downing the stack of butterbeers when they wake at noon to McGonagall’s furious shouts. Except him, tough that may have something to do with him being far from hammered.

It’s his last month in the place that has been his home for the past seven years, and he wants to see every second of the party instead of waking up with a pounding headache and sore throat with absolutely no memory of how he ended up on the roof of the castle. Of course, his fellow co-head had entirely different plans. Lily had to have taken in at least four mugs of butterbeer by now, considering the fact he had to stop her from joining Sirius on the table to dance to his singing--despite how much he wants to join them both.

A voice rings out through the fading party air, the same one which makes his heart stutter even though it's been years since he first heard it, and--not long after--the redhead appears before him, “James!”

He’s still not used to hearing his name roll off her tongue with ease, and such sweetness, too.

He smiles, “Hullo, Lils.”

“I’m tired.”

“Let’s get you to bed then.”

She perks up at the thought, but he’s not expecting what follows.

“Ooh, your bed? Yes, please! I’ve always wanted to sleep there, especially when your smell will be on the sheets”

Merlin, the things this woman did to him.

James chokes out a laugh, mouth opening and closing like fish gaping out of the water.

“Christ, Lily, no. You’re going to your own bed.”

She pouted, and he wondered if she ever took special classes on how to melt someone’s heart. It couldn’t all be pure talent.

“Please, James?”

“How many drinks have you had?”

“I—hmm. Thr...ee…..or maybe—four? I was supposed to be competing with Marlene, y’know. But, that little nitwit is off snogging Dorcas! Pure betrayal, I tell you.”

“Well, to be fair—”

“I want to snog someone.”

“I—what?”

Lily drops onto the couch next to him, absentmindedly fingering with the rings on her fingers, eyes unfocused on Sirius twirling Peter around the table that had been, just hours prior, a source for drinks.

“Preferably this bloke I fancy. I want to snog him so bad, but he just won’t bloody let me. A nitwit, that’s what he is. Arse.”

His heart stops, and then starts again—over and over, the vicious cycle nearly numbing his brain.

—this bloke I fancy.

Fuck.

“I’m sure—“

“And,” she starts again, frown tugging at the tips of her lips, “he’s a massive prat too, asking me out for years and then, and then he just stops without warning...because he’s moved on from me—and how can he tire, tire of me— because I’m…well, me!”

Was she pulling at his leg?

“Lily—“

“But he’s so cute and his hair—“ she wails, surprising James as she drops her head onto his lap, “—but he won’t ask me out to Hogsmeade! He’s literally asked me several times! What’s one more?”

“Who exactly are you talking about?”

“A bloke I fancy! Haven’t you been listening?”

She looks up, eyes wide to meet his with full force but the focus glazes as she frowns thoughtfully.

“No I know what you meant but who—“

“He’s really pretty.”

He chuckles, easing back into the comfort of the chair—no longer alarmed, because honestly it’s so bloody clear and he can’t believe it’s taken a drunk night for her to say it. He’s not sure, but he’s testing the theory.

“I know, you’ve said that several times now.”

Lily turns over and props herself on her elbows, resting her chin on the open palms, “Should I kiss him?”

He chokes and gapes at her, “You...I don’t—what?”

“Should I?”

“I don’t bloody know, Lily, you tell me!”

She pouts at him, sitting up straight and putting several feet of air between them—which really shouldn’t be there, but his sanity thanks the gods that it is.

“Not the answer I was looking for, but I’ll do it anyways.”

His hands reach out to grasp her shoulder from moving forward, his heartbeat loud enough to wake the entire common room. The words run in his head on repeat, thundering against his skull in rhythm with his pulse.

“Lily, now is not the time or place. You’ll regret this in the morning.”

Curse his mother for her values and curse him for proudly taking them in. He doesn’t want to be a bleeding gentleman.

She shakes her head furiously, trying to move forward despite his hand blocking her, “I don’t. I really won’t.”

They stare at each other, pools of hazel searching green irises. James opens his mouth without a sound coming out, and closes it again.

He wants to. So very badly. But it’s still not right.

But his resolve gives in when Lily bites her lip and pushes his arm away, lips meeting one another and breath mixing. The party dulls into the background and all he can think is—bloody fucking bleeding hell—over and over again, hands reaching out to pull her into his lap and fastening them around her waist, an embarrassing moan let out from his lips as her nails scarp the scalp and his hair tangles between her fingers—fuck, why hasn’t he done this before?

She’s doing mind boggling things to his neck with those fingers. She’s running him dry when her teeth tugs at his lips. She tastes wonderful. She’s amazing and—shit he fancies her so, so much.

They part, grasping for much needed air, and he realises that she fancies him too.

When the fuck did that even happen?

James decides that’s a question for another time as he smirks up at her, touching their noses, “Go out with me, Evans?”

An embarrassing pant breaks the sentence, but he doesn’t care.

Lily huffs, hitting his arm, but the upward turn of her lips ruin the effect, “Now, the git wants to ask me out.”

“I thought you would reject me again!”

“Am I right now?”

“You haven’t even said yes yet! I didn’t want to ruin...whatever this is,” he gestures between them, “we’ve built this past year.”

Lily smiles, pecking his cheek, “Neither do I. But still—“

James sighed, “Lily, will you go out with me on Hogsmeade?”

“I’m tempted to say no.”

“You won’t, though.”

She smiles, resting her forehead on his, “No, I won’t.”

He grins, leaning in for another snog, because he wants the sparks back and ingrained in his lips forever, but something stops him.

A smirk overtakes his lips, “You little minx. You’re not drunk, are you?”

Lily shrugs, laughing, “I needed a kiss somehow, James.”

“You could’ve asked.”

“Less talking, mor—“

He swallows the rest of the sentence.

When Lily Evans asks something of you, you can hardly disobey her.

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~8:15Pm~

college!minghao x f!reader

warnings: pining, smut, oral sex (male receiving), public sex, dirty talk. I think that’s it if I missed one pls let me know. 

Note: this takes place in the same universe as crop tops and tattoos, no chronological order, there’s one more of wonwoo after this one and then another one with both wonwoo and minghao. let me know if you’d like me to upload them and as always let me know your thoughts <3

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The thin strap of your summer dress kept sliding down your shoulder and it was driving Minghao crazy, while he worked alongside you. He had watched you closely throughout the day, burning holes into your naïve skin. The tension growing rapidly and embracing the two of you, digging itself into your veins. It bubbled up into something uncontrollable in the pits of your stomach, begging to be let out.

And now as the two of you stood alongside one another between the cramped-up bookshelves you weren’t sure how much longer you could take the heat. “Hao, can you help me?” You whispered handing him the Music Theory textbook, you had been trying to place on the highest shelf.

Minghao stopped his movements, swallowing hard as he turned to face you. He grabbed the book from your hands. His fingers briefly touching yours sending a shiver up your spine as he closed the gap between the two of you. Your back finding one of the shelves his body inches from yours, engulfing you in his warmth. You watched as he leaned above your head placing the book in its intended location, your hands itching to pull him closer in order to close the teasing gap between the two of you.

He looked down at you his arm falling to his side, clutching his fist as he eyed your fallen strap. And without a second thought, he hooked his finger underneath it, tilting his head as you felt your breathing speed up. Slowly he glided your strap back into place, his hand staying there for a long second playing with the knot that kept it tied to together. He breathed out before shaking his head pushing himself away from your body, trying to remind himself that you were just his co-worker. And feeling this way about you was far from appropriate. But the feeling of your hand catching his wrist stopped his wandering thoughts. You pulled him to you wrapping one of your arms around his neck. Before he could ask you what you were doing you planted your soft lips against his.

He jumped slightly as the shock coursed its way into his body, soon being replaced by the overwhelming feeling of lust. He placed his hands against your hips pulling you closer to him finally breaking the tension the two of you had been feeling.

The kiss the two slowly morphing into a sloppy passionate mess. Tongues fighting against one another, teeth clinking softly, soft sighs escaping your throats and hands gripping onto anything they could find.

When you had pulled away to catch your breath, Minghao let out a soft whimper. He leaned down again trying to connect his lips with yours once again, feeling like if he didn’t do so soon enough, he’d physically die. But you had placed your index finger against his soft lips stopping his movements. Minghao eyed you curiously as you pushed yourself off the bookshelf and signaled for him to follow you. And like a lost puppy he did.

He watched as you effortlessly moved through the rows of books, your arms reaching behind you and grabbing your hair tying it up into a makeshift ponytail. The smoothness of your neck on full display and he wondered how beautiful it would look with his marks decorating it.

You led him to the forgotten section of the library that kept all the VCR tapes whose only purpose was to sit and collect dust. He had always wondered why the system had decided to keep them instead of just throwing them out, but his thoughts were interrupted by you pushing him up against one of the shelves.

“What are you doing?” He spoke, his head falling back as he felt your lips attack his neck. Sucking and biting harshly soft sighs escaping his flushed lips. His hands finding their way up to your shoulders, his thumbs hooking underneath the straps of your ocher dress rubbing soft circles.

“No one’s around.” You whispered before biting down on his earlobe gently. A shiver running down Minghao’s spine. “Which means I can finally do anything I want to you.” You smirked, your hand running down his torso and playing with his belt buckle. Mingaho gulped as you eyed him innocently, feeling himself get harder as you toyed with him.

He placed his thumb over your lips opening them up slowly. You took him into your mouth running your tongue over the pad of his finger. “Show me how pretty your lips look wrapped around me.” He groaned feeling you start to suck on his thumb, your hand palming him through his black jeans. He was melting underneath your heated touch and if you continued to look at him the way you currently were as if you were waiting to devour him. He would’ve come in his pants like a teenager.

You released his thumb with a pop. You reached over and kissed his lips softly pulling away before he could respond. His eyes widened as he watched you sink down to your knees. The adrenaline of possibly getting caught by one of the other library assistants, turning him on even more. You kissed over his clothed length, while you unbuttoned his pants slowly.

“Hao how many times have you imagined this?” You looked up at him doe-eyed as you freed him, his cock standing up against his stomach begging to be played with.

“So many times.” He gripped the bookshelf, his knuckles turning white, while your hand wrapped around him. “Hmm, me too.” You mumbled running your tongue over your bottom lip, moving your hand slowly. You leaned forward and lick the underside of his cock, a slow breathy moan escaping Minghao’s lips.

Smirking, you placed your lips around his swollen head running your tongue over his slit slowly, moaning as the sweetness of his precum hit your taste buds. You continued to stroke him as you brought him further into your mouth. Admiring the way Minghao’s mouth hung up as the pleasure of feeling himself inside your warm mouth overtook his body. You started bobbing your head slowly, swallowing around him trying to take him in as much as you could. His hand finding its way to the back of your neck, gripping onto your makeshift ponytail and pushing you down. A loud moan falling out of his throat and quickly you pulled away releasing him with a pop.

“We have to stay quiet baby.” You smirked kissing down his length slowly keeping your eyes trained on his. The nickname you had called him by and the feeling of your lips against him would’ve been enough to get him to fall apart.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He said before guiding you down onto his cock again, this time, wasting no time to thrust himself further into your mouth. A soft sigh escaping your lips, feeling yourself get wetter. His grip in your hair tightened as he started rocking his hips slowly at first, feeling you swallow around him. You gripped his thighs tightly digging your nails into the fabric of his jeans.

“You look so pretty like this; I should take a fucking picture.” He groaned his hand pushing you down further into him keeping you in place making you gag. You tapped his thighs pulling back, his length falling out of your mouth as your heaving chest matched his.

“Too bad, we’re at a spot where the cameras can’t see us, I bet you’d like it if they were. You could watch it over and over at night instead of imagining it.” You teased smirking. Your hand taking hold of him again, moving your hand around him rapidly. Minghao’s breathing caught in his throat as he threw his head back hitting it with one of the VCR tapes on the shelf behind him.

“God, you’re such a little minx aren’t you; I’d bet you like knowing we could get caught any second now.” He moaned bucking his hips up to your hand. You groaned lowly taking his tip into your mouth again sucking on it harshly, pushing your knees together to relieve yourself a bit. Minghao placed a hand over his mouth, biting down on his skin as the pleasure inside of him increased. You hallowed out your cheeks pushing him further into your mouth, saliva running down your chin.

You looked at him through hooded eyes, his face contorting into pleasure as he slowly began to thrust his hips against your mouth roughly. You moaned around him sending a delicious shiver up his spin as he opened his eyes again. One of his hands gripping the bookshelf behind him while the other gripped the back of your neck. Eyebrows furrowed as his gaze stayed locked on yours, small praises falling out of his mouth. And with a soft sigh, he came into your mouth, his seed spurting across your tongue making you whimper. You gripped his thighs as he rode out his climax, trying to swallow as much of his cum as you could, some of it escaping your mouth and sliding down your chin.

Minghao pulled away panting, quickly stuffing himself into his pants again before grabbing onto your arms and pulling you up to him. He wrapped one arm around your waist bringing you closer to him. “I can’t believe you just sucked me off in the back of the library.” He chuckled, his thumb wiping the excess of his cum and bringing it into your mouth. You licked it making a satisfying sound as you swallowed it.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Ask Wonwoo to give you his review the next time you see him.” You smirked before kissing his lips softly. He groaned lowly tasting himself against your lips, pulling you closer to his body, digging his nails into your hips. After moments of kissing you hard and sensually, he pulled away resting his forehead against yours.

“Come back to mine and I’ll have you screaming my name instead of his.”

“For your sake, I hope you’re not all talk.” You pecked his lips one last time before walking away leaving him behind all dazed.

#seventeen fanfiction #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen minghao #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #svt Minghao #minghao x reader #Minghao x you #minghao fanfic #minghao smut #seventeen the8 #the8 scenarios #the8 imagines #the8 x reader #the8 smut #the8 fanfic

[satendou]

⟼  poolside service

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⇢  pairing: iwaizumi hajime/reader/oikawa tooru

⇢ au: 365!au, poly!au, college!au, pro!oikawa

⇢ summary:  you’ve just moved into your new house and, wouldn’t you know it, the air conditioner is busted. iwa is quick to remind you that you now own a pool and thank god for that.

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⇥  requests are open! | rules

⇢  warnings: established relationship, polyamory, smut, fingering, praise, double vaginal penetration, daddy kink

⇢  word count: 3.4k

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⇢  a/n: uh,,,lit you should use lube if you’re gonna have sex in a pool but bc this is fanfiction, who cares? also the position might be a little unrealistic but wouldn’t it be sexy? alsox2 disregard my overzealous use of the word “pretty”. i have a problem.

“Remind me why we decided to move in the middle of the freakin’ summer?” you asked as you hauled yet another box up the stairs. It was only the fourth or fifth one-- you weren’t too sure-- but you had at least another fifteen or twenty out in the truck Iwaizumi had rented for the day. 

Iwa grumbled a noncommittal response and Oikawa sighed, panting as he followed behind you with a box of his own.

“It seemed like such a good idea at the time,” he whined, and you snorted, accidentally inhaling beads of sweat into your sinuses. You felt absolutely disgusting, your shirt sticking to your back and your hair-- already up in an effort to keep your neck cool-- still clung to your skin. The air conditioner wasn’t on yet either, so the inside of your new house was not only sweltering but stifling.

“Well, it wasn’t,” Iwaizumi snapped, dropping the box he held by the front door. There were several already stacked up haphazardly around the foyer and entrance hallway, and you nudged his further in to keep the path clear and to set yours down on top of it. “Is there any reason the damn A/C is still off?” 

You shifted your weight, leaning away from him. He was in a foul mood, from both the heat and plain exhaustion after spending the last two weeks packing up after your classes were through for the day. 

“We just keep forgetting to turn it on,” you murmured, wiping away the sweat from your forehead with your shirt. It was too tempting to take it off, but then you would have to worry about sunburn and that just...wasn’t appealing. “I’ll go check it now.”

“Goddammit,” he snapped, then softened. “No, I’ll go. I’m sorry for snapping.”

You gave him a small smile as he passed by, but it turned into a grimace when he touched your cheek. “It’s too hot, don’t touch me, ugh.”

It took another twenty minutes before you got all the boxes in, and even then you had to sit around waiting for the air conditioner to even make a dent in the heat of the house, all while sorting the boxes into their appropriate rooms when all you wanted to do was shower in ice water. It was the worst experience you had ever had, and that was including the very memorable day when you had fallen into an algae covered lake while on vacation, and had had to walk around wet and slimy for hours before you could get back to the hotel.

“Ah, hell,” you whined, rubbing at your stinging eyes. Sweat had dripped into them without warning and you groaned in frustration. The air was barely any cooler even though the sun was setting by that point, but the most important boxes containing clothes, the food, and the bedding were unpacked and put away and you were going to do nothing else before you showered.

Oikawa was just stepping out of the bathroom when you walked up, having finished putting things away in his designated room, and smiled. “All yours, princess.”

“Thank you,” you said sarcastically and he laughed, walking off down the hall toweling his hair.

Not even looking at the handle for hot water, you turned it on full cold and stepped under, shivering even as you sighed in relief. The first ten minutes were spent just standing there relishing in the goosebumps breaking out over your skin until you felt a little more human, and you spent another ten working your hair and body into a lather.

You could have cried as you stepped out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and feeling that the air was still far too warm for your liking. Grumbling, you got dressed in a huff before wandering through your new home towards the sound of the TV in the living room.

“Why in god’s name is still so hot in here?” you whined as you fell into the empty spot between Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You realized almost immediately what an awful idea that was when the temperature rose another ten degrees and groaned.

Oikawa was frowning, sweat starting to bead on his forehead again already. “Dunno. We’ll probably have to call someone tomorrow to look at it if it isn’t working then.”

Uncomfortable silence fell as you squirmed, trying to figure out how you were going to sleep through the night if it remained this hot, when there was a smack from your other side.

You and Oikawa both jumped and looked to Iwaizumi, who’s palm was flat against his forehead.

“We’re so stupid,” he said, and you were bewildered when a grin spread across his face. “What was the biggest reason we picked this stupid house in the first place?”

You shook your head, unable to think of anything. Oikawa was mirroring you, eyes narrowed as he wracked his brain.

Iwaizumi groaned, glaring at you. “The pool, you idiots. Let’s go find our suits and--”

“Fuck that,” you said, standing up. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten that the three of you literally owned an in-ground pool now, complete with a built-in hot tub to boot. And there was a six-foot privacy fence to keep the neighbors from peeking. 

“Wha--?” Iwaizumi started to say, irritated at your dismissal of his idea.

Until your shirt hit him in the face.

Oikawa laughed at that, eyeing your swaying hips and naked back. “You little minx. I like the way you think.”

You grinned over your shoulder, shedding your shorts and leaving them laying in the middle of the floor as you opened the sliding glass door. The lights in the pool were already on, creating a rippling light show beneath the surface of the water, and you disrupted it when you jumped in with a splash.

It was followed a moment later by another one, and you surfaced to find Oikawa fully naked and swimming towards you with a devious smirk. The water was blessedly cool, and your hard nipples did not go unnoticed. Iwa was taking a little more time, carefully dropping his shirt on one of the deck chairs as he watched you and Oikawa splash around and giggle, already feeling you up.

“Come on, Iwa. We won’t bite,” Oikawa said as he dragged you backwards through the water towards the deep end.

Your stomach dropped a little when you felt your feet leave the bottom, but Oikawa kept you up in his strong arms. Still, you squirmed around until you could loop yours around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Careful, princess,” he warned playfully, feeling your hot core settle against his soft cock ( or at least, it was soft until he felt that, anyway). “It’s a bit early to christen the pool like that when we haven’t even managed the bedroom yet.”

You giggled in his ear at that. “Says who?”

Another set of arms wound around you then, and hot breath hit your neck a split second before teeth did. Iwaizumi was apparently not as reserved as Oikawa was, as he was rock hard against your ass.

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” he snapped, leading a trail from your shoulder up to your ear, nipping the lobe a little sharply.

You squealed in response, arching into Oikawa’s chest. They grinned wickedly at each other, and Iwaizumi pulled you back to lean against his chest.

Your tits were now above the water line, exposing your hard nipples to the warm air and Iwa’s touches. He palmed both breasts in his rough hands, pinching and twisting the hard little buds between his fingers and your legs tightened around Oikawa’s hips in response. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps, your head tipping back onto Iwa’s shoulder as you sighed.

Both their cocks were fully hard and rubbing between the cheeks of your ass and the lips of your wet cunt, Oikawa’s tip grazing over your clit nonstop. Your toes were starting to curl from the endless pleasure, small noises that might have been pleas escaping your lips. 

“That feels so good, Haji,” you murmured, slipping your fingers into the wet strands of his dark hair. His lips were still pressing against your skin, teeth leaving bright red marks all over the side of your neck and shoulder that you knew you would be covering up tomorrow.

“Hold her up, Haji,” Oikawa said, and you whined when his hands left your tits to brace beneath your knees. The new position had them up near your shoulders, your pussy on full display under the water, and you shivered at the rush of coolness against your hot lips. “God you look so pretty like this, princess.” 

The tip of one long, slender finger skimmed your outer lips, teasing as it skipped over your clit and traced down the other side. “And so wet already. Very naughty.” He added a second finger and made a round again, listening to your breathing hitch and huff when he came close and missed again, and laughed.

“You’re such a tease, Tooru,” you whined, toes curling as he came close yet again and missed yet again. “So mean.”

“Awe, don’t say that, princess,” he tutted as his thumb finally pressed to your clit causing your hips to jump in Iwaizumi’s hold. 

His hands squeezed tighter, spreading you open further to Oikawa’s featherlight touches. The cool water intensified the feeling of his fingers on your clit, and when one finger teased your slick opening, you gasped.

Iwaizumi was nudging at your cheek, still grinding between your ass cheeks, and when you turned your head to him his lips landed on yours. His tongue immediately swept between your lips without permission, delving and tasting and swallowing the noises you were making, his fingers so tight they were sure to leave marks in the morning.

“You’re already so needy and we haven’t even done anything,” Oikawa said, feeling your walls clench as he pressed in to the second knuckle and grinning. “Tell me how good it feels, hm?”

Iwa pulled away, listening to your whiny pants, lips shiny and swollen and eyes glassy. “Feels good, Tooru but I need more, please. Mm, want you to stretch me out on your fingers so I can take both your cocks.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing tonight?” Iwaizumi asked teasingly. His cock jumped at the thought. He always loved seeing stretched to the point you were crying, begging for more even though you can’t take it, so full that your orgasms were empty as you fluttered around them. “You’ll have to ask nicely if you want that, princess.”

You gasped as Oikawa slipped a second finger inside you, eased by the copious amounts of slick you were producing now as his thumb ground against your clit.

Iwa wanted so badly to join him in teasing you open and to orgasm, stuffing you full of their fingers as they prepped you to take them, but the view over your shoulder as Oikawa’s slender fingers pumped in and out of you was making up for it.

Your breath rattled as they scissored inside you, the words pouring out of your lips in a whiny, high pitched tone. “Please please please, can you both fuck me? Want both of your cocks in my pussy tonight, please?”

A third finger fit and spread and you keened when every pass began to grind against the soft spot inside you. You couldn’t help it, wailing as you clamped down around them, and Oikawa slowed down to work you through it.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cum,” Iwa growled into your ear, but you barely processed what he said in your addled state. His muscles were straining with the effort it took to hold you like that for so long, but it was worth it to hear your breathy moans on the air. “Since you asked so nicely, I suppose we should reward you, huh, Tooru?”

Oikawa nodded as he started up again, feeling your walls flutter and clench from overstimulation, and he carefully avoided your clit for the time being. You were so wet now that a fourth finger slid in with no effort, but you gasped anyway at the stretch. It was a familiar sting that ebbed away so quickly you hardly noticed it, focusing on the feel of them inside you and you moaned Oikawa’s name.

“Feels so good, Tooru,” you said, fingers tightening in Iwa’s hair. The pleasure was surging again, still too intense but you reveled in it. “Always feels so good when you stretch me. Wanna take your cocks, please.”

Oikawa’s cock throbbed at your praise, neglected and achingly hard as he worked you open.

Iwa pressed a kiss to your sweaty cheek and said, “Patience, pretty girl. You’ll get what you want soon, but only if you let Tooru work that pretty hole open.”

You whined again, toes curling as you tried to do what he said, but you wanted it so bad. At last, Oikawa dragged his fingers from you and nestled his cock between your swollen folds, taking your legs from Iwaizumi and placing them over his arms. Iwaizumi repositioned as well, letting his cock slide alongside Oikawa’s while he cupped your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh.

“Ready, princess?” Iwa asked, prodding your drenched hole and you nodded, toes curling when his head slid in. He didn’t wait for you to adjust, stuffing you full in one thrust and you couldn’t help the scream that filled the thick night air. He stopped when he was fully seated, feeling you clench and spasm around him and released a deep, stuttery moan into your ear.

You reached up and gripped the back of his neck, head tilting to the side and lips parting in a soundless ‘o’ as Oikawa eased in as well. Your back arched, but you couldn’t go anywhere pinned between them the way you were, and tears filled your eyes at the intense, pleasurable stretch as both their cocks settled against your cervix.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you breathed, high pitched and scratchy, nails digging into Iwaizumi’s neck and Oikawa’s shoulder. “So good, so full, I can’t take it.”

Both men were panting as they felt your walls trying to squeeze down around them, fluttering uselessly and when Iwaizumi pulled out, you almost cried.

“Ah, ah, princess. You asked for this, remember?” he asked, and his hips snapped back into yours, hilting again while Oikawa pulled out. “You can’t back out now.”

“Never,” you cried, tears pricking your eyes as they alternated fucking you. You were never empty for a second but when they both snapped into your tight pussy, you squealed. “Want you to cum in me at the same time, fill me up, please.”

They listened to your babbling with smirks, eyes rolling as their veiny cocks rubbed and filled every inch of your cunt, tips taking turns kissing your cervix.

“You sure, princess? I’m not sure you can take that,” Oikawa teased, slowing his hips, and laughed when your head whipped up to look at him, pupils blown wide and pleading.

“I can take it, Tooru. I promise I can take it, please don’t stop,” you begged, almost sobbing when Iwaizumi slowed as well. Both of them now were just rocking their hips, both settled deep in your stretched pussy, and could feel every vein and the crown of their cocks dragging against your walls. “Pleasepleaseplease, daddy.”

You had whined it accidentally, but Iwa reacted with a sharp jerk of his hips to the name and you cried with relief. 

“Say that again, princess,” he groaned, pulling out to the tip. As soon as you gasped the name again, he was fucking up into you with abandon, joined by Oikawa a moment later. 

He was amused by the turn of events, but he was turned on by the bounce of your tits with every hard thrust, your head thrown back and moans and whines flowing nonstop from your parted lips.

“Gonna cum,” you cried, toes curling as someone’s cock tapped your cervix. “Gonna cum all over your cocks. Daddy, please, let me--”

It was like they both knew who you were referring to, because Oikawa said nothing while Iwa groaned low in his throat, teeth nipping your pulse point before commanding you.

“Cum for us, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up full of our cum but we need you tight around us first. Gonna make you feel so good, princess,” he snarled, and his thrusts changed so that he and Oikawa were filling you at the same time. Oikawa watched your eyes go wide, mouth open in a silent scream as you came, fluttering and trying to clamp down on both their cocks but it was useless. He rocked his hips gently, stimulating your g-spot while Iwa’s fingers found your clit and circled roughly. You jerked, your voice breaking as you screamed their names, first Oikawa’s and then Iwa’s.

You were jelly in their arms after that, fingers wrapped weakly around their wrists but you whined when Oikawa pulled out of you. 

“Sorry, princess. Daddy has to cum, then I’ll fill this pretty pussy back up,” he said and leaned down to kiss you softly. But you tasted too sweet and his tongue dipped into your mouth for more, swallowing the sounds you made as Iwaizumi resumed fucking you.

He sounded breathless when he came, a low, raspy groan filling your ears as a warmth filled your cunt, and he paused for a moment. Oikawa pressed in beside him again, and you tensed in their arms, moaning until Iwaizumi pulled out.

“My turn, pretty girl. One more and then we’ll clean you up,” Oikawa promised against your lips. He wasn’t gentle as he chased his pleasure, listening to you babble and plead for more, you can’t take it, feels so good, fuck*. “Shit, you’re still so tight after that.”

He tensed up as the pleasure broke over him in waves, hips rocking as he spent himself inside your womb, cum mixing with Iwa’s and you basked in the full feeling.

Iwa picked you up in a bridal carry and waded to the side of the pool, where Oikawa helped pull you up onto the cement deck. Your legs were sore and stiff from being held up for so long, and he just lifted you up again, walking naked into the house and dripping water everywhere.

It was, to his surprise, cool inside and you shivered as the air cooled the water on your skin. Iwaizumi’s footsteps headed to the thermostat while he carried you to the bathroom.

“Let’s do that again,” you said, nuzzling your nose against Oikawa’s neck. He smelled like chlorine and his body wash, and you couldn’t resist the need to press open mouth kisses all over his skin.

He laughed, setting you down on your feet and reaching for the towel over the shower rack. “Sure, princess. But not tonight. We’re gonna go to bed.”

“Well duh,” you answered as you helped each other towel off. Iwa joined you a moment later, letting you rub him down with the fluffy towel. “I’m exhausted.”

Iwa laughed, snatching the towel from your hands and throwing it on the sink. “Then let’s get you into bed, hm?”

You squealed when he hoisted you up and over his shoulder, smacking his bare back as he carried you down the hall. Oikawa couldn’t seem to resist the urge to pester you, poked your nose and tugging your hair all the way down, listening to you whine and slap at his hands playfully.

Iwaizumi dumped you onto the bed, grunting as you bounced and then bounced some more when your partners fell in beside you. The covers were pulled up and you were tucked between them, head resting on Oikawa’s chest while Iwa’s arm lay across your waist, fingers laced with both of yours.

In an instant the steady rise and fall of Oikawa’s chest beneath you and their combined warmth lulled you towards sleep, but not before you murmured, “I love you both.”

Iwa’s voice was thick and rumbly as he said it back, squeezing your hands. Oikawa pressed his lips to your forehead before he answered, light and airy and full of happiness.

And how could he not be? He had everything he wanted in his arms.

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#oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #.poolsideservice

[lycanlupins]

Twin Together, Win Together - Chapter 1

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It was summer between terms and you had spent a majority of your time with the Weasley's. Most often than not you could be found in the twins' bedroom, helping them create whatever crazy joke product they had come up with, but you hadn't been back in weeks. They sent owl after owl but no reply, and you knew they were starting to get worried. You finally gathered up the courage to write and tell them why.

"My parents think you guys and I are a couple and won't let me back until they've properly met your family to ask some questions." You scribbled. You were thoroughly embarrassed, you knew them since your first year and didn't think of them as anything but your friends. Best friends even. The thought of dating either of the twins hadn't crossed your mind in your 6 years at Hogwarts and especially not dating the both of them at the same time. You finished off your letter and sent an owl to deliver it, biting your nails nervously.

"I hope they get it alright...I don't want them thinking I'm ignoring them." You mumbled to yourself. You paced in your room for what felt like hours, constantly watching the second hand tick away slowly. Finally, during dinner, your prayers had been answered and they sent an owl back. You quickly ran for the letter and tore it open.

"Are your parents bloody mad? Look, just tell them to come over and we can sort this all out. We're going insane without you here to test these new products out with us. It’s no fun." You smiled a little, holding the letter to your chest. You loved hearing from the boys more than anything else.

"Mum, Dad, the Weasley's invited us over for some dinner tomorrow. Is that alright? Can I finally go spend the night again?" You whined and begged.

"Darling, you know how we feel about--"

"But I'm not even dating them! We're strictly friends!" Your parents gave you a stern look before finally caving.

"Fine, but no funny business. We want you in one piece when we come by tomorrow evening." You lit up, hugging them both before you packed a bag. Once you finished stuffing your bag with essentials you made it a point to travel by floo network, half to announce your arrival and half because you only had a few more days until you were 17 and could apparate where you wanted.

Arriving at the Weasley residence was like arriving back home after a short vacation away. Molly ran to the fireplace and engulfed you in one of her famous hugs, wrapping her arms tight around you.

"Y/N! Oh the boys didn't tell me you were coming. I'll have to give them a talking to later, for now let me help you get your things upstairs." She was always so welcoming to you and anyone who entered her home. She was the mom you wish you had growing up in all honesty. Once your things were set up in one of the spare rooms, you ran outside to greet the rest of the family, running straight to the twins.

"Miss me?" You giggled, hugging one of them from behind.

"Oh you slippery, sneaky little minx!" Fred said, flipping himself around to pick you up easily. Once he set you down another pair of arms scooped you up.

"Didn't even tell us you were planning on coming. We would've planned more for us to do tonight if that were the case." George leaned down after placing you on your feet, giving you a cheeky smirk.

"I'm sure. Mum said to have me back in one piece so no blowing things up for tonight at least." You pointed a finger at the both of them. Ron and Ginny came by to greet you along with Arthur, but out of all of them, Ginny decided to stay back and chat.

"They haven't been the same since you were gone you know. They wouldn't prank Ron as often." Ginny nudged you as the two of you watched them run around in the sunset.

"Oh come off it, they were probably just cooking up some new fireworks to try out." You shrugged, not wanting to insinuate they had feelings for you.

"I'm only stating the obvious. They adore having you around, its like they feed off of your energy more than they do each other." The boys took notice of you staring, sauntering over.

"What are you ladies up to this evening?"

"Talking about boys I presume." They looked between each other and back at you.

"You wouldn't want to know. We were talking about how much Draco was dying to snog me last year." You teased, knowing they hated him more than anyone else. As if on cue, they rolled their eyes and sneered at the mere mention of his name.

"Sometimes I think you'd have been a better Gryffindor." Fred mentioned nonchalantly.

"You're only saying that because then we'd share a common room. And what's it matter anyways? Being a Slytherin gets me a lot of things, like being on Snape's good side so I can distract him while you two go off and try and prank the rest of my house." You stood up and poked the two of them in their arms.

"I'm headed to bed early, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." You yawned.

"Already?" Fred pouted.

"Y/N we haven't even started the fun!" George whined and threw his head back in frustration.

You stuck your tongue out at them and walked inside, knowing they'd get over themselves once they got a good nights rest and some time to process you actually being there. Once up in your room, you changed and jumped in bed, smiling from ear to ear now that you were back where you were meant to be.

#fred weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins x reader #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #my writing

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Inspiration: ‘Niki pretends to be a school counselor’

Set in my High School Au portion of @moonbowphobia’s Summer Vacation Au

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Dream and Techno are sword fighting in the school hallway. They are going around and they’ve started to circle each other in the atrium. The two seniors are all smiles and friendly comradery.

Then someone snitches. Skeppy comes running up to them. “George told a teacher! He’s coming with Mrs. Shadow!”

Mrs. Shadow is nice, but she can be scary. And the seniors were expressly told my school admin that they weren’t allowed to bring fencing swords to school the last time they were in their.

(Side note: nailing a teacher in the face with a nerf dart gets you clout, and a weeks worth of detention. Which you can easily get out of if you clean up the trophy case and polish everything until they shine over night, but you still get one days detention because you did need to break into the school that night)

Mrs. Shadow is nice, but people start dispersing. Being on Mrs. Shadow’s bad side is a recipe for disaster. Why would George snitch?

Skeppy grabbed the two swords and ran to go stash them away somewhere. Who knew where? Only Skeppy, because they couldn’t get in trouble if they didn’t know where the things were. And Bad, Bad would know.

Dream took out his staff key (don’t ask) and unlooked one of the meeting rooms connected to the atrium. He opened it, ready motioning Techno in hide with him.

Techno doesn’t. Instead he strides over to two sophomores. He grabs on of them by the arm and drags her with him to the room. Her friend starts shouted expletives, but Techno ignores her. “Keep watch.” He shuts the loud girl outside. The quiet girl whom he’s kidnapped stands awkwardly.

“Hello.” She gives Dream a small wave.

He waves back.

Techno sits her down on one side of the table and moves himself and Dream to the other. “Dream, Niki. Niki, Dream. Start telling us why we shouldn’t fight in the hallways.”

Niki and Dream both blanch at each other. Dream sits back, giving her the floor.

She starts talking. Niki knew these boys, they were two of the  Kings of High School. She had heard enough rumors to go with it.

- - -

“No Mrs. Shadow, I haven’t seen Techno nor Dream today,” Minx lies to the teachers face.

“I swear they were right here!” George exclaims. “Check behind that door!”

Mrs. Shadow gives him a side eye. “If I don’t see, it can’t do anything about them fencing.”

“I know, but check anyways.”

- - -

The door clicks open. Dream and Techno sit bored as Niki rambles out a speech on why they should be combining their forces for good instead of always been at old with each other.

Mrs. Shadow takes in the scene. “I see you have the situation under control Ms?”

“German,” Niki supplies. “Yes, everything is going smoothly. In any case I was just about finished with these boys. They were having a bit of a war to see who could hide a sticky note in the most innocuous yet annoying place.”

“Ah, well I’ll let you finish.” Mrs. Shadow nodded to George and left on her way.

Minx and George stood opened mouthed at the trio.

Techno pulls a caf-cookie out of his bag and slides it across the table to Niki. “Pleasure doing business with you. Thanks for the speech. And the idea.” He jerks his head towards the door. “Let’s go find where Skeppy put our swords.”

- - -

“How do you know that girl?” They were on the hunt for Skeppy.

“Remember my senior friend Wilbur back in freshman year?”

“Yeah.”

“Wilbur used to babysit her when they were younger. They stayed in touch and Wilbur pointed her out when we passed by the middle school.”

“Oh. For a second there I thought you just grabbed some random girl.”

Techno wacked at Dream. “Do you know nothing about me?”

#Technoblade #Dreamwastaken #Nihachu #Justaminx #Georgenotfound #Skeppy #Badboyhalo #LDShadowLady #Summer Vacation Au

[tvrundownusa]

tvrundown USA 2023.07.28

Friday, July 28th:

(exclusive): "Steamboat Silly" (dsn+, animated special), Good Omens (amazon, season 2 available, all 6 eps), Novela / Soap Opera (amazon, Portuguese fantasy, all 8 eps), LOL: Last One Laughing - Naija/Nigeria (amazon, spinoff, all 6 eps), Captain Fall (netflix, adult animated series premiere, all 10 eps), A Perfect Story (netflix, Spanish rom-com limited series, all 5 eps), D.P. (netflix, Korean military drama, season 2 available, all 6 eps), The Tailor (netflix, Turkish drama, season 2 available, all 8 eps), "How to Become a Cult Leader" (netflix, tongue-in-cheek docuseries, all 6 parts), This Fool (hulu, Chris Estrada comedy, season 2 available, all 10 eps), UFO Cowboys (Roku, paranormal "reality" series premiere, all 8 eps), RuPaul's Drag Race Down Under (WOW Presents+, season 3 opener)

(movies): "The Beanie Bubble" (apple+, Beanie Babies fad docu-dramedy), Tomorrow X Together: "Our Lost Summer" (dsn+, K-pop world tour), "No Filter" (TUBI, original thriller), "Five-Star Murder" (TUBI, original thriller), "Big Nunu's Little Heist" (netflix, South African crime comedy), "Hidden Strike" (netflix, 2021 Jackie Chan action-comedy), "Miraculous: Ladybug & Cat Noir" (netflix, animated origin story)

(streaming weekly): The Crowded Room (apple+, limited series finale), Foundation (apple+), Swagger (apple+), The Summer I Turned Pretty (amazon), Too Hot to Handle (netflix, next 3 eps, season 5 finale)

(earlier - hour 0): Jeopardy! (synd., season 39 finale), Death in Paradise (OVAtion, season 9 marathon begins)

(hour 1): Family Law (theCW), Outlander (Starz), The Villains of Valley View (disney) / . / Pretty Freekin Scary (disney, 60mins), Tough as Nails (CBS), V.C. Andrews' "Dawn" (LIFE, part 3, enhanced reair, 2hrs+)

(hour 2): Moonshine (theCW), Minx (Starz), Pretty Freekin Scary (disney, contd), CMT Summer Sessions (CMT) / . / CMT Stages (CMT, "Scotty McCreery")

(hour 3): Praise Petey (Freeform, 60mins), Heels (Starz, season 2 opener, new night)

(hour 4 - latenight): How To with John Wilson (HBO, season 3 opener, new time), Death in Paradise (OVAtion, marathon contd)

#GoodOmens #CaptainFall #BeanieBabies #HeelsStarz #UFOCowboys #LadybugCatNoir #television

[atinyrabbit]

love/hate songs

Since 8tracks is messed up and playmoss is gonna disappear and Spotify doesn't have many songs, I’m posting some of my playlists here. This is a list of songs about love/hate relationships for pairings. Enemies to lovers, tsundere personalities, hero/villain couplings, opposites attract, loving someone you know you shouldn't. This list is several years old so the songs are older and kinda ‘scene.’

Major trigger warnings for the lyrics of these songs. Some songs have violent lyrics. This playlist romanticizes conflict.

Song list under read more:

Love to Hate You - Erasure Nicotine - Panic! at the Disco Don't Let It Go To Your Head - Fefe Dobson Your Love Will Kill Me - Daniel Lavoie Bruises and Bitemarks (Remix) - Good With Grenades October & April - The Rasmus feat. Anette Olzon Violator - Son of Rust Sick Amore - El Creepo Disgusting - Ke$ha Dangerous - Depeche Mode Oleander - Mother Mother Fear & Delight - The Correspondents Love is a Suicide - Natalia Kills Sex as a Weapon - Pat Benatar I'd Love To Kill You - Katie Melua Before I Ever Met You - Banks Rent - Pet Shop Boys Helpless When She Smiles - Backstreet Boys Holy - Zolita Strangelove - Depeche Mode I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Susan Egan Can't Feel My Face - The Weeknd Only You - Ellie Goulding Devil Devil - Milck Livin' In A World Without You - The Rasmus  

Hate Love - Adelitas Way Suddenly - Peter Heppner Sick and Twisted Affair - My Darkest Days Radioactive Mirrors - Amazinglyjon Dangerous - Cascada Violence (Club Mix) - Grimes & i_o This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller Make Hate To Me - Citizen Soldier Gently Break It - Beck Pete Portrait of a Female - Cruel Youth This Could Be Love - Alkaline Trio Lie, Lie, Lie - Myra You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi I Only Wanna Be With You - Volbeat Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever - Cast of Galavant I've Got You Under My Skin - Seether Human - Oh Land Le Bien Qui Fait Mal - Mozart, L'Opera Rock Can't Help Falling In Love [Light x Dark Remix] - feat. Brooke Tommee Profitt Fell For You - Green Day Stupid Grin - Dragonette Broken - Lauren Hoffman Take Me to Church - Hozier Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis Whip - Mr.Kitty   Get You Off - Fefe Dobson Crazy Girl - Ke$ha Vice - POP ETC Cannibal - Silversun Pickups Rest in Peace - Original Cast of Buffy The Vampire Slayer Hem of Your Garment - Cake Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge Truth Or Dare - Marianas Trench We Sink - CHVRCHES Gingerbread Man - Melanie Martinez You Stupid Girl - Framing Hanley   Die For You - Red F*cking Boyfriend - The Bird & The Bee Mean - Nicole Dollanganger Must Be Crazy for Me - Melissa Etheridge That Girl - Alexz Johnson FMLYHM - Seether Bad Romance - Halestorm Aquarius - Within Temptation Flirt (With Me) - Zeromancer I'm With Stupid - Pet Shop Boys Stop This Song (Love Sick Melody) - Paramore Trying Not To Love You - Nickelback Kill for You - Zolita A Love Like War - All Time Low You Need Me - SWANS Hatef--k - The Bravery Bottled Affection - Cold War Kids True Love - ThouShaltNot Terrible Thing - Ag I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters Exit Wounds - The Romanovs Gun - Chvrches Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder Whole Lotta Love - Smash Mouth Bloodsport - Sneaker Pimps XXX - Imran-C Bitter Rivals - Sleigh Bells Destruction Of Us - Mr.Kitty Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer Love Me Dead - Ludo Paralyzed - The Used River - Bishop Briggs Neon - VERSA Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons I'm Your Villain - Franz Ferdinand Beautiful Monster - Ne-Yo I Own You - Birgit Let Me Be Your Armor - ASSEMBLAGE 23 Perfect Enemy - t.A.T.u. Straight for the Knife - Sia One More Night - Maroon 5 I Hate You (Don't Leave Me) - Ke$ha The Moth - Aimee Mann Mad Love - The Veronicas Toxic (Acoustic Britney Spears Cover) - Johnny Goth Bad Intentions - Digital Daggers Shut Up - Nick Lachey Soldier - Bitter Ruin First Bad Habit - Vanessa Hudgens In The Darkness - Dead By Sunrise Tearin' Up My Heart - *NSYNC You'll Be Back - Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton & Jonathan Groff Crazy In A Good Way - VERIDIA Combat Baby - Metric In Bluebeard's Castle - Unwoman When Doves Cry - Prince State of Seduction - Digital Daggers Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert Broken Inside - Broken Iris Murder (feat. Minx, Chilled) - Boyinaband Why Do You Love Me - Charlotte Lawrence Follow You Home - Nickelback Love To See You Cry - Enrique Iglesias Impressed - Natalie Imbruglia Die For You - Megan McCauley Your Kind (Speak to Me) - Danger Radio Tyrant - The Bravery Violent Games - Polica Toxicated Love - NEO Nemeses (feat. John Roderick) - Jonathan Coulton Miserable - Lit Running From My Shadow - The Velvet Teaparty Barricade - Stars Trouble (Stripped) - Halsey Brutal Hearts - Bedouin Soundclash Desire - Meg Myers Sticks And Stones - The Pierces Just the Girl - The Click Five Himerus and Eros - The Spill Canvas Blood - In This Moment I'm Insane - Myah Marie Fiction (Dreams In Digital) - Orgy Whore - In This Moment Monster - Ryan Adames Foundations - Kate Nash Only When I Lose Myself - Depeche Mode Hatchet - Archive The Beginning of the Twist - The Futureheads Change - Deftones Trust Me - Marc Senter Love Me Hate Kiss Me Kill Me (Scndl Remix) - Fukkk Offf Big Bad Handsome Man - Imelda May The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy My Obsession - Cinema Bizarre Stitches - Orgy Miss Kiss Kiss Bang - Alex Swings Oscar Sings! Sweet Dreams - Beyonce Fuel To The Fire - The Maine Closer (Nine Inch Nails Cover) - Niki Barr Band Clueless - Orla Gartland Devil Woman - Cliff Richard Hatefuck - Motionless In White I Love You But I Don’t Like You - Molly Moore Overpower Thee - AUF dER MAUR Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me - All Time Low Post Blue - Placebo Genghis Khan - Miike Snow Poison - Alice Cooper I Know I'm A Wolf - Young Heretics Little Toy Gun - honeyhoney I Miss the Misery - Halestorm Dirty Sticky Floors (radio mix) - Dave Gahan Clarity - Zedd I Get A Kick Out Of You - Frank Sinatra I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts Die for You - Otherwise Labyrinth - Oomph! Black Black Heart - David Usher I Want to Destroy Something Beautiful - Josh Woodward I'm a Priest - Daniel Lavoie You Need Me - SWANS Afraid of the Dark - Phildel Virus - Ryan Adames I Wanna Be Your Dog (remix) - Emilie Simon Hello Goodbye - The Beatles Sarcasm (Album Version) - Get Scared Use Me - Hinder Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars Pretty When You Cry - VAST Tainted Love - Soft Cell Scream - Avenged Sevenfold Think About It - Danger Radio Gallery Piece - Of Montreal Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls Little Girls - Say Anything I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace Love Runs Out - OneRepublic Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins Hit Me Like a Man - The Pretty Reckless Bang Bang (feat. Adam Levine) - K'naan Hurts So Good - John Mellencamp Addicted - Kelly Clarkson Whiplash - FEMM Paralyzer - Finger Eleven Crime - Temposhark Misery Loves Company - Emilie Autumn It Was Good for You Too - Marian Call Price Of Company - The White Tie Affair Burn! - Kobra And The Lotus I Love My Lawyer - Ofelia K I Want Blood - empires (I Always Kill) The Things I Love (ft. The Real Tuesday Weld) - Claudia Brucken Misery (Cutmore Radio) - Maroon 5 Fire and Ice - Pat Benatar I Lust You - Neon Neon Pistol Whipped - Marilyn Manson Bitches Brew - Crosses A Formidable Marinade - Mikelangelo And The Black Sea Gentlemen Control - Puddle of Mudd Scary Love - Skye Sweetnam Loveyouhateyou - Sad Robot Untangle Me - Snow Ghosts A Little Taste - Skyler Stonestreet E.V.O.L - Marina and the Diamonds   (You're the) Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley Shut Up & Kiss - Me Orianthi Cool for Chaos - Nostalghia Oyeme - Enrique Iglesias I Hate You - Sick Puppies GirlShapedLoveDrug - Gomez You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You're Drunk - Pet Shop Boys Need You Like A Drug - Zeromancer Werewolf - Cat Power Bathwater - No Doubt Bad Dog - Neon Hitch Guns And Horses - Ellie Goulding Rev 22-20 - Puscifer Won't You Please Be Nice - Nellie McKay The Perfect Drug - Nine Inch Nails Until The Day I Die - Story of the Year Womanizer - Britney Spears Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations I Think I Love You David Cassidy Stalkers - Mindless Self Indulgence   Kill Me Every Time - Blue Stahli Preface - FKA twigs Every You Every Me - Placebo Want - Disturbed Spit It Out - IAMX Destroy Me - Mr Kitty My Sweet Prince - Placebo Psycho - Imelda May Monster - Meg Myers Figured You Out - Nickelback Suffocated Love - Tricky Satisfy Me One More Time - Frank Sinatra This Love - Maroon 5 Miss Jackson (feat. Lolo) - Panic! At The Disco Fire and Ice - Pat Benatar Every Other Time Lyte - Funky Ones How Do You Love Someone - Ashley Tisdale Poison - Gin Wigmore Bitter and Sick - One Two The Outsider - Marina & the Diamonds True Love (feat Lily Rose Cooper) - Pink Bad Boy - Cascada Irresistible - Temposhark Painkiller - The Queenstons Born to Die / Russian Roulette - Amazinglyjon Like Sugar - Matchbox Twenty Mad About You - Hooverphonic Stupify - Disturbed Problems - Mother Mother What Is Love - Haddaway Animal - The Cab Marionette - Antonia I Hate You But I Love You - Russian Red Carve A Name - Mother Mother Criminal - Britney Spears Danger - Hilary Duff Fell in Love w/an Android - Simon Curtis Demon Lover - Róisín Murphy Always - Saliva Too Close - Alex Clare Little of Your Time - Maroon 5 Sex and Violence - Scissor Sisters Electric Storm - Delta Goodrem Black widow - Susanne Sundfør Dangerous Kind - Rasmus You've Really Got a Hold on Me - The Miracles Over and Over - Three Days Grace Devour - Marilyn Manson Nature of Inviting - IAMX The Odd Couple - Weezer Hurt Me Harder - Zolita Terrible Love - The National Mad Love - Jojo Boomerang - Reliant K Bad News - Sleeper Agent I Was An Island (EP Version) - Allison Weiss Rock Bottom - Hailee Steinfeld You’re the One That I Want - Lo Fang Poison - Rita Ora Kill For You - Skylar Grey ft Eminem Wouldn't Be Love - Ritual Hate Me - Nico Collins Irresistible - Fall Out Boy I Love You... I'll Kill You - Enigma

#enemies to lovers #fanmix #three days grace #simon curtis #love hate #Playlist

[allyvampirelass29]

The December Man and His July Girl

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction A Paradise for the Lost Sequel By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Charlie Manx smirked into Ally's hair, kissing the halo shine of her resplendent curls, The Wraith roaring through a painted rapture of tree-lined mountain roads at sunset, the splendid collision of red and purple light dancing through the branches, and reflecting off the windows. The slight evening breeze soothed the sting of the radiating heat, and drifted through Charlie's rolled down driver's side, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the dusk and sundrenched pine.

"Oh Charles, how I've missed this......." Mrs. Manx reveled, falling into him, nestling her rosette crown of long, loose, curls against his shoulder as he drove, both of them luxuriating in the bold strokes of crimson, pomegranate, and violet light, and the sacred reverence in her voice was getting him drunk far more powerfully than even Abe's top shelf peppermint schnapps could accomplish. The way she looked right now, so alive, illuminated by the painted sky....... An impossible dream, far too beautiful to be had by the nightmare she loved.

"It's been an age, My Sweet........." Charlie nodded his raven head in agreement, his navy blue, flat-topped cap prim upon his magnificent waves, his smile, rare, and adoring. Here we are once more, taking the other captive, absconding to secret worlds, and yes, while I am at the wheel, I am all too happy to let you steal me away on this, our special six month anniversary. Giving chase, and playing Bonnie to my Clyde with those pesky federal agents? Why, My Dear, that's all just part of the fun. Of which you must remember, I am the president.......

"Riding in the Wraith with you, Charlie, the hum of the engine chasing our hearts, marveling at your side as you pilot the unseen pathways of the mind......." She sighed blissful, turning her cheek into his warmth, breathing the gingerbread and car exhaust that lingered seductively on his woolen chauffeur's coat, her happiness perfect. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, that elusive, transcendent belonging that breathes like destiny. "I'd follow you anywhere, Charles, to the edge of all creative thought, it's you, me, and the Wraith against the rest of the WORLD!!!!"

Charlie felt the trill in his heart, the fire in his coal black eyes stoked by these impassioned words, the breathlessness in her voice, unthawing the ice in his soul. Yes, My Divine...... I am your only destination, the inevitable journey. A love conspired in the dark, in the stars, bourne a hundred years ago in a graveyard, and here you are........ My Soulmate, bound to my inscape, held happily captive in my magic car.

"I could not have phrased it with more powerful eloquence, myself, Sugar Plum," He purred, draping his arm across her shoulders, his gloved nails raking through her dangling curls in long, slow, strokes.

"To the stars........ To the fractured moon and back, through universes vast, and snowcapped wonderlands......." He mused, waxing poetic, his voice like silk, and she melted beneath his lips, like ice on his tongue, as he kissed the top of her head, his nostrils flaring.

"I'm going to take you EVERYWHERE with me, Allyssa Jolene, inscapes, landscapes, seascapes, whether real or imagined, through perfect summers, and dazzling white winters, conquering them all, and leaving my whispers in the most secret places of your mind......."

His voice found its sharp edge, as she ran those soft, white fingers teasingly up his crimson waistcoat, circling around each button, before toying with the red silk of his cravat, loosening it, wanting it off him. Yes, ooooh YES, my, my, what a crafty minx kitten I have! Had I any idea our becoming fugitives would have so sultry an effect on my shy, sweet, wife, I might have considered giving those government buffoons a clue as to my whereabouts...... Charlie breathed harder, thankful that his Wraith could commandeer itself if need be........ Ready to take over, Ol' Boy? He thought sneakily, and it revved its enthused response. It would seem I'm about to become properly distracted........

"I've waited an immortal's forever to drive a girl like you too far....... " He rasped dangerously, her fingers trembling with the treacherous sound, and he pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, lowering his lips to her ear with a salacious secret. "And I don't just mean in my car........."

He eyed her slyly, with a rakish eyebrow raise, and to her paralyzing delight, ripped his cravat from his neck, and hurled it in the backseat.

"Ohhhhh yes please, Charles.........." She purred, his Manx kitten, enamoured, reaching up to press her feverish lips into his cool, soft skin, writing her kisses with such masterful prowess. He snickered, deliciously, easing his leather boot off the gas pedal, even as the Wraith picked up speed, blurring through trees brushed with the sunset's palette, his hand falling away from the wheel, as he let his car, and his girl take control.......

Ally blushed as red as the hastily removed cravat, kissing her husband's elegant neck, running her fingertips down its pleasing slope, so happy she could die....... Her voice a forbidden ecstasy.

"I have not yet BEGUN to gallivant to my heart's content, Mr. Manx, driven too far by the dark allure of a mysterious chauffeur, and his majestic car, both of them, creating one irresistible menace......."

He could feel her escaped breath on his neck, as she spoke to, and coaxed his skin with her lovely lips, his own lips parting, his mouth falling open with his climbing passion, and while she was so delectably engaged otherwise, he advanced, poised to strike, one claw tangling in her curls, the other smoothing over the soft folds of her sundress, seeking out her black nylons.

"At your service, My Darling Girl, let your driver give you a ride to desire, as well as perusing imagination itself......... Your only fare to be paid, is the untouchable........."

Charlie seized her thigh, and her eyes fluttered their surprise, his voice a ravenous rasp, his sharp nails scratching against the smooth nylon, having shed both gloves, pulling her roughly into his lap, smirking wickedly as he mouthed the words.

"Where to, Miss.......?"

He kissed her hard, sneering with the force of his passion, sliding her fluttery hemline higher and higher up her thigh, grazing his talons across her nylons, digging them in, clutching the back of her curls, drinking in her ache, her drawn out, breathy murmurs with parched lips. He could feel it happening, knowing she had no method of defense against him, her surrender sweeter every time he tasted it, and he loved this...... taking his favourite Strong Creative and making her powerless.

Good show, Ol' Sport, he chortled mischievous in his mind, his eyes flashing with sinful urge, pressing harder into those painfully soft lips, punishing her with his kiss. You’re a Gent, My Dear Fellow, for allowing me to....... properly see to my wife. As they say...... Any man who can drive safely, while kissing a pretty girl, is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. The Wraith revved its approval rather cheekily, winking one of its headlights, as it rounded the next bend in the road. Steering wheel spinning, it maneuvered them flawlessly though the evergreen, Charlie's car navigating confidently, while both driver and passenger lost themselves in each other.

Ally's whole body hummed with Charlie's intruding warmth, the demanding hunger in his kiss, and the tantalize of his talons as they wandered up her thigh, teasing the inside of it, before sneaking up over her bodice, and whisking just as teasingly against the neckline, his other hand falling through her curls, releasing them in a cascade shine over her freckled shoulder, flicking his thumb, and its sharp nail, up and down the back of her neck, feeding off her spine's tingle.

Their aching tenderness dissolved into reckless passion, and the kiss deepened with the womanly want of him, as she clutched the back of his raven head, her other hand, exploring his chest, her body's shy desire awakened, and he could sense it, smirking into her lips, with a furtive eyebrow raise. That's it....... Relinquish the control, you need me to take the wheel....... Oh Allyssa, I know all of your body's secrets....... You can't hide them from me.  I should take you right here........ in The Wraith, lay you back against my nice, leather upholstery, Ally, watch it brush against your bare skin, as I acquit your body of its every garment torturously slow, every delicate, porcelain inch revealed, as I acquaint myself intimate, fingers burning, sensuous lips lavishing innocent curves, taking what I do not deserve....... Becoming one with My Virgin Queen, in a naked sigh of dangerous ecstasy.

He growled, aroused, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him, and reveal the anguished pleasure flooding shamefully through her delicate features, his dark smoulder piercing her soul, taking that quaint green meadow in her eyes and setting it ablaze.

Ally stared back through the black smoke of his ignited gaze, breathing her answer, letting the haze of him create a delirium.

"Wherever you are, Charles........."

She drifted her fingers through his glossy, raven waves, before straightening his chauffeur's cap, crowning her king, and with a playful bloom in her cheek, she tugged it flirtatiously forward, sounding just the way he liked........ A woman in love, weak with his touch.

"Drive me too far........ To the end of the world, to our own mutual destructions, just drive me, and take me with you always."

He felt his chest swell beneath his waistcoat, peering up at her from underneath the bill of his askew cap, smirking, and she rested her forehead against it, leaning in close, with a besotted grin.

"What say you, Charlie?"

"I say you've made a fine choice, Ally Manx," He quipped, but his coy cleverness flooded with his very real emotion, and the sharp edge in his gaze, fell away, leaving behind warm, soft, brown eyes. "I'm sure I can........ Accommodate you in this request."

"My, what exceptional service!!!" She whispered back, her green, Christmas tree eyes, merrily alight, glistening with the love he never dared hope she'd have for him in return. The love he thought he'd have to take, steal, pry from her unwilling heart, she now burned with for him, in enticing flame. No trick, no ploy, no female masquerade of it. This was the love neither Cassie, nor even Jolene had ever looked at him with........ A love that wasn't a lie.

The Wraith rolled smoothly through a wide open, forest green, wing-tipped gate, and trundled up the steep slope of a narrow gravel road, while driver and passenger succumbed to another indulgent kiss, Charlie cradling Ally's face in his claws, both jostled by the rumble of the drive, yet neither took any notice, as they ascended further into the trees.

The fiery, bold strokes of coloured light were nearly faded now, the painted sky yielding to the night, and the surrounding woods invited the falling dusk.

Charlie felt their lips part, both of them chasing their breath, as he clung to her, the tender dark outside spilling in through his rolled down window, the rest of the world, forgotten, as he held the woman he loved, in the car that had saved him, feeling the same innate, lifeblood link to them both.

"We've arrived, haven't we, My Joy? I can feel it....... in the excited thrum of your heart......." He whispered tenderly, brushing his nose against the flush of her cheek.

"Hide me away........ Show me your world, Allyssa Jolene."

**********

The moon was uncommonly pretty, and just as bizarrely bright, as Ally and Charlie walked hand in hand through the calming dark, trees casting shadows across their faces, their flashlights dancing as they moved together, two silhouettes belonging to the tender night.

"It's perfect, My Sweet," Charlie cooed breathily, as the log cabin came into view, emerging from the darkness as though from the depths of dark water.

"I knew you'd love it, Charles!!!" Ally exclaimed beaming and bubbly, squeezing him tight into a hug, and he ushered her into his embrace, his night sky features etched in white moonlight.

"Your childhood woodland cabin could not be more perfect for our anniversary getaway, Dear Girl, I am most impressed........" He smirked at her, with a gentle eyebrow raise....... I can just see you here, aged nine, scampering about through the lush green fauna the same proliferous hue as your eyes, an eternal summer encircled, dark brown curls bouncing, adventure in your heart.

Ally's face shined even paler and luminous than the supernatural moon, as she hugged his neck, overwhelmed by the wonder of him, brushing her lips against his, both of them bathed in moonlight.

"That's so beautiful, Charles!!! Oh yes, how frightfully well you know your lucky bride. While at home I much preferred to keep indoors, kept company by a good book, at the cabin....... I craved adventure, roving through the wooded hills, collecting pinecones and wildflowers, making up games and imaginary foes."

"That's my daring, imaginative girl," He whispered to her lips, teasing them with a faint whisper of a kiss. "Creating worlds within yours already at so young an age, such a beautiful child, even then a living doll."

He bit his lip, looking at her innocently, which she found all too irresistible.

"Confession?"

Ally giggled, feigning reprimand, with playfully accusing eyes. "Oh no!!! What did you do?"

Charles smiled guiltily, gliding his fingers through her curls, remarking how fine she looked, how delicate, in her short black sundress, covered in white hearts, contrasting spectacularly with her dove white skin.

"I stole something......." He said softly, and she broke out into an even sweeter grin, curls falling silkily against her cheek. "Ah yes, you naughty boy, you mean besides my heart and hand?"

He smiled fondly, but the guilt still glinted in his dark eyes. "Yes, My Love. Not heart, nor hand, nor pen...... I took them....... photographs of you as a darling child, my living doll in miniature. I took them from your childhood home, from the picture album left behind. I hope you do not find it odd, I am just so taken with my white rose, delighted beyond measure to see her as a tiny rosebud."

Ally shook her curls bewildered, her green eyes impossibly wide. "You took pictures of me? From my old house on Canyon Hill? Charlie nodded somberly, expecting her wary chastisement, but was happily disappointed when she broke into a wonderstruck grin instead.

"You didn't! That's so sweet of you, My hopelessly romantic husband, my GOD........ I'm so lucky to have a man that loves and aches to know my every age and stage."

"You're not cross......?" Charles murmured unbelieving as she drifted her fingers through the black silk strands at the forefront of his slicked coif.

"No!!! Not at all!!! I am rather....... dazzled, and desperately undeserving of such gracious attentions." She blushed apple red, bowing her head shyly. "I told mother she had forgotten one of the albums in the move, when I was fifteen...... We thought it lost forever. Ally smiled sadly, something lost, something forlorn in her eyes. "No one lives there now....... My own little universe of primrose paths and a shady oak, nestled within a chain-link fence, is just an empty shell now. The once manicured lawn grown over with unruly weeds, from the neglect, the primrose bushes bared of their bloom." She shook her head sheepishly. "But, of course, you know this...... You were there......"

"Yes." Charles answered in a single breath. "A great many times, even when it was your universe, just as you described. But even decades later amidst the forlorn ruin, I still found traces of you..... The special little girl who lived in the pink house with the blue trim in the middle of the street. A pink Barbie bike left on the premises, coloured pictures in crayon hidden out by the cluster of pine trees in the corner. A pink sandal, without a mate in the flowerbed........"

Ally blushed deeper, looking at him in the way he so loved, like he was magic. "That was my special hiding place in the corner of the yard, by the biggest pine next to the electrical box."

"I know......."

"Which ones did you take, of the pictures?"

"The Christmas ones," He chortled, touching her feverish face. The one with you in the teal nightgown, posing in front of a colouring table, another of you hugging a life size Barbie with white-blonde, unusually long hair, and finally......... One of you, a little bit older, cradling in your arms a sweet black pup. Jewel, I think was her name, your favourite Christmas present, so says your mother's handwriting on the back........"

"Second favourite.........." Ally murmured in a sacred whisper, taking Charlie's hand, as she kissed the back of his fingers. "I adored Jewel, treasured every happy, romping moment with her, but YOU are my favourite Christmas present, Charles."

Charlie felt the emotion swelling in his chest, shimmering in his brightened eyes, his brow pulled back, soft. "I was gifted to you Christmas Day, wasn't I? We said our, "I do's," at midnight that magical Christmas Eve."

"Never was there a prettier wedding, nor a more devastatingly handsome groom. I'm glad you took them, Charles....... I'm glad...... you took me."

Charlie felt the tears fall and watched her Christmas tree eyes glisten likewise, scrunching his dark brow against hers, as he took her lips in a raw, emotional kiss.

Ally's tears mingled with his, each wearing the other's on their cheeks, and then he just held her, wrapping his arms tight around her feminine form with a heartfelt sigh.

"As am I...... Wife. My dove white couplet to a peculiar little poem that's long been unfinished. I've never known love like you......."

He gestured his gloved hand out to the charming cabin, waiting inviting in the distance, the peak of the eves decorated by diamond stars.

And now, here, in the setting of your happiest girlhood adventures, as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only immortal Adam and his evergreen Eve, shall we celebrate this love, this rosebud of a lovely, laughing little girl, who became the full bloom of My Beloved Wife, six months ago to the day. The December Man and his July Girl.

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