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wint3r-h3art · 2 years
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Suit & Tie | S.S
Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.
Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)
Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied
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A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward.  No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library​
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If there was one thing you learned from this was to never tease Strange.
You knew you were treading on dangerous ground when you decided to openly flirt with one of the men there. He hasn’t spoken to you or even acknowledged you, and you were his date–his current lover. You couldn’t help but feel jealous when you knew the type of history they shared. Not to mention that your doctor was looking extra sinful today with that suit after all. It took a lot out of you to just not jump his bone while you two were on your way here. 
You could feel him eying you across the room with that piercing gaze of his, trying to take a sip of that martini calmly as possible when he was feeling all sorts of primal urges to drag you back here and showed everyone who you belong to. He knew it was partially his fault for asking you to come here with him just because he couldn’t face Christine himself. He knew it was unfair for you, yet he still insisted on you coming to this wedding as his plus-one. He just didn’t realize you were going to torture him like this. That sort of miscalculation was the reason that he now had to watch his woman talking to another man.
You let out another laugh, which drew his attention away from his own thoughts. This time, he noticed the young man’s hand was getting a bit too friendly on your waist. A brow quirked as he noticed the way you subtly removed his hand away from you with a polite smile, but he didn’t take the hint. Something inside him clicked. He didn’t mind the harmless flirting. What he did mind was the touching part.
No one touched what’s his.
Stephen chugged the rest of his drink and set it on an empty table before he made his way to you. Jealousy was practically seeping out of his pores as he inched closer to you that you couldn’t help but look his way.
“Doctor,” you breathed, welcoming his solace despite the intense gaze burning right through you. As much as you enjoyed teasing Strange, this little game of yours was becoming too nuisance. You were fine until your silly little pawn decided to touch you without your permission. Strange has made it clear to you many times that he doesn’t like anyone touching you, and you were quite aware of the consequences.
Strange would want retribution.
“Darling,” he forced a smile, the kind where his lips pressed together into a straight line and gave you that knowing look. You noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly that the muscles flickered and strained. His strong arm snaked around your waist possessively as he fiercely pulled you to his side. Warmness radiated off his large body and made your body tingle. The smell of his woodsy cologne filled your nostrils, making your head spin. “I’ve been looking for you.” 
His voice was polite, but there was an edge to it that made your body shudder by the way his voice dropped an octave lower. Your body ached and throbbed.
“Well, I haven’t gone anywhere. Just here. Talking to a friend while you were busy chatting with Christine,” you replied with a smile. 
“I was just catching up with an old friend, that’s all,” he replied back quickly. Stephen narrowed his eyes at the man before him. There was nothing special about him, yet somehow you picked him. The choice itself offended Strange. Surely, if you decided to make him jealous, you could at least pick someone better looking. 
The young man was more than thrilled to meet Stephen, but both of you were too busy engaging in the battle of the will to bother to listen to him. Stephen suddenly took you by the hand before the young had time to finish talking. You tried to pull away, but his grip was stronger. You quickly apologized to the young man for your boyfriend's rudeness. Stephen rolled his eyes at that when he heard him calling after the two of you. With a flick of his fingers, the young man’s drink spilled all over himself, which caused a commotion. 
“You’re being an ass right now, Stephen,” you hissed as he calmly escorted you out of the crowded room and into the quiet hall. He was walking too fast, taking long strides that made it impossible for you to keep up. The murmuring of the wedding guests in the main hall could be heard even if you and Strange were this far away.
“Oh you love it,” Strange muttered back. His grip tightened around your wrist, practically dragging you at this point. His clear sapphire eyes darkened like a raging storm waiting to unleash. With a wave of his hand, Strange opened up the mirror dimension. Reality cracked, shattered like glass as he dragged you inside. If the two of you were going to lash it out here, he’d rather no one heard about it. The perk of being a sorcerer.
You were still fuming to be aware that you were no longer in your world. “You’re being mean,” you whined as you pulled back, but Strange was stronger. With a quick turn, Strange stopped and pushed you against the stone rail. You hissed at the sharp coldness that pressed against your lower back. He caged you in with both arms on either side of you, trapping you there. 
“Said the woman who abandoned her boyfriend.”
“Said the man who can’t get over his ex!” You bit back. You knew how to push his buttons, and right at this moment, you were practically slamming all of them. 
You watched his nostrils flare as he inched closer. The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as the heat of his body radiated off of him, warming you to your bone. You couldn’t tell if you were scared or aroused at this point. He was looking devilishly handsome, and the fierceness in his eyes was more than enough to get you wet. 
“Choose your words wisely, darling,” he said in a slow and deliberate voice. A shiver rolled down your spine, and your pussy tingled. 
“Or what?” you challenged. The simmering hurt you’ve been feeling all afternoon finally boiled over. “You started this, Stephen. You brought me here so I can watch you gawked over your ex-girlfriend.”
His hand reached out to cup your chin, watching you with half hooded eyes. His expression was unreadable, but whatever he was thinking, you continued anyway. 
“So what if I was a bitch for trying to make you jealous? At least I don’t lie to myself, Stephen.” You were mumbling at the last part as angry tears threatened to fall, but you were better than that. 
He remained silent but his fingers trained down till he reached the column of your neck. Instinctively, your head tipped back slightly, welcoming his touch. His callus fingers grazed just beneath your jawline, leaving your skin with goosebumps in its wake. Your breath shuddered as your rage slowly dissipated into a longing. You wanted–no you were wishing Stephen to curl those long, slender fingers of his around you. The anticipation made you ache terribly that a whine slipped right out of you. 
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, darling,” he finally said. The gray storm in his eyes still swirling. He was still fuming–still angry at your audacity to humiliate him like that.
“And neither does it look good on you,” you retorted back. Your voice came out no more than a breathless whisper. “But here we are.”
“I will not apologize for the way I acted in front of that man,” he said firmly, his hand trailing down. You let in a sharp intake as he laid his palm flatly against your chest. Your heart beat rapidly, practically bursting out of your chest as you glared up at him. “But, I will apologize for making you feel like I valued Christine more than you…”
You stopped breathing for a moment as your gaze softened. Strange continued, this thumb gently rubbed at your collar bone, eliciting a shaky breath out of you. “Christine will always be a presence in my life, but…she is my past. You on the other hand are my present.” my future.
You swallowed at his admission, realizing how much you have longed to hear those words out loud. How foolish of you to ever doubt him. 
Stephen cradled your face in his hands. “Now do you understand why your little game has become a problem?” You couldn’t answer him. “I always thought you are my good girl, but you wounded me, darling. You wounded me and humiliated me. Whatever shall I do to you?”
His deep baritone voice was smooth like velvet. Each word melted off his tongue with a silent promise. You shuddered at what was to come. 
“Are you going to break up with me?” 
A smirk etched on his lips, cracking his sharp marbled features. His hand was now on the nape of your neck. A sharp exhale left your lips as his lips were only inches away from yours.
“You? Never. You'll always be mine, sweetheart.” 
With that, his lips crushed yours, silencing whatever words you were about to say. Electricity flowed in your veins, buzzing and humming as his tongue danced with you. A low moan reverberated from deep within his chest as he pressed his hard body against your, trapping you there. His name fell from your lips like a breathless incantation as his hand roamed your body. His fingertips dug at your side. 
Strange was kissing you along the jawline now, nipping and licking you without a thought. A surprised gasp tore from your lips while he hiked your leg up, ripping your dress slightly as he pressed his growing bulge right into your core. 
“Stephen…” you managed to mutter before your eyes bulged out when you noticed the waitstaff starting pouring from the reception hall. “Stephen, please they are going to see us.”
He only replied with a grunt before slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and beginning to kiss his way down to your chest. Another shaky breath left your lips as you pleaded with him, afraid to be seen in such a compromising position. 
“Stephen…” you breathed when his lips found your mound. His tongue flickered and licked at the stiff bud. “They’re going to see us.”
“Then let them,” he grunted before he continued to suckle on your breast. 
You whimper at his onslaught upon your senses, and your knees almost gave out when you noticed one of the staff  was walking your way. You clenched your eyes shut as if you could hide your shameless display between your lover. You expected to hear a gasp or a scream, but none. 
As you peered your eyes open, that person simply walked past the two of you as if you weren’t there. Confusion painted your expression as you looked down to find Stephen eyeing you with a knowing smirk but your attention was drawn away when he dropped to his knees, pulling your dress off of you till it pooled at your feet.
The cold air chilled your skin as you stood there feeling exposed. His long slender fingers grazed over the back of your thigh, allowing his short nails to drag into your skin slightly. A soft hiss escaped from you as his lips ghosted over your inner thigh. His hot breath fanned over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. Your pussy was pulsating to your quickening heartbeat, dampening the small flimsy fabric that shields you away from his piercing gaze.
“You’re soaking through your panty,” his voice was no more than a soft tremor as he kissed his way up. It was barely a few inches away from your aching core. His fingers probed and pressed against the clothed slit. You sucked in your breath as he grazed his fingers back and forth, and occasionally, he would push them inside you. It took everything in you to not whimper out loud from his torturous touch.
“Stephen, please. Someone will see us,” you pleaded pathetically. 
A smile curved at the corner of his mouth before he stood up so abruptly. His hands slide to the curve of your ass. “No, they won’t. We’re in the mirror dimension, sweetheart. I control everything here.” 
With a wave of his hand, the scenery before you folded and unfolded, changing the landscape like a kaleidoscope. The stone rail behind you turned into a large panel of a solid wall of glass. You could see cars and buses, even people walking. Yet, they were unaware of the naughty things you and Strange, their beloved sorcerer, were about to do. 
“Then—”
“No one will see us here…Unless you want them to. In that case, I can arrange that as well.”
“No! don’t do that, Stephen!” you protested, trying to push him away, but fail.
A surge of excitement coursed through you when he pushed you backward till your back pressed against the cold hard glass. “Hold on to me,” he said before he lifted you up, causing you to yelp out loud. He hoisted you up higher, his hands slid underneath your ass to hold you as your legs wrapped around his taut waist. His lips found yours once again, kissing with a fervor that made your head spin. His straining erection was distinct, pressing against your pulsating core with a euphoric promise. 
Your body was practically humming and buzzing at this point. The need to have him take you was the only thing you could think of. 
Your attention was pulled back at the soft rumbling. The landscape changed once again as the glass wall slowly turned and folded into what resembled a flat, horizontal surface. Leaning over, Strange laid you there against the see-through floor. The image below was no more than black, moving dots.
The moment you let go of him, Strange quickly tried to shake off his jacket, but you stopped him. 
“The suit stays on,” you bit your lips. You didn’t have to say it twice because his mouth was on yours, and he was hungrier than before. 
His kiss was tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into your arms, making you wince slightly. You laid there with your head slightly dizzy, clearly drunk from his onslaught upon your senses. His hand was now cupping your breast, holding and squeezing it till you let out a muffled whine. 
Tearing his lips away from yours, his mouth lowered to suck on one nipple. You moaned and quivered beneath him. Your hand clenched tightly around his arm. Your head tossed back as a throaty moan ripped right out of your lips. His tongue twirled and flicked over your sensitive bud. Occasionally, he would bite down hard enough to make you hiss before he ran his tongue over it. He repeated this a couple of times until both peaks were erected and straining outward before he moved to press his lips against the space between the valley of your breast.
He released his hold on your breast as he ran his fingers down your rib cage, then lower to your stomach. Further his fingers would go until they reached the juncture of your thighs. A breathless gasp left your lips as he slipped underneath your panty and delved into your welcoming heat. His thumb pressed over your clit, and your body tightened in response.
His lips pulled back into a snarl at the way your wetness coated his fingers. 
“So wet and so needy for me, sweetie. I barely do anything to you,” he teased. His was no more than a rumble that set your nerve ablaze. You whispered out his name again as his fingers entered your warm, silken entrance while his thumb continued to press and circle against that swollen small bundle of nerves.  
It took all of you to pull yourself together to watch him. His mouth was on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple while his fingers worked you, stroking your deeper and closer toward your ecstasy. You cradled his head there as your fingers combed through that perfectly combed salt and pepper hair. 
A low moan rumbled in his chest, sending a soft vibration through you. Your body started to tighten as the coil that sat at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap.
“Baby, I’m very close,” you pleaded in a breathless panting. Stephen growled as he slid his fingers deeper till he was knuckled deep. He was pressing against the spongy spot that made you gasp. He curled his fingers here and there when he withdrew them out of you, eliciting delicious friction that surely pushed you further into the edge. It wasn’t long until you came, straining and spasming beneath him.
Stephen slowly withdrew his hand and watched you with a smirk on his face. He knew he shouldn’t give you the pleasure of cumming, but he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction of being the only person that can make you cum without sticking his cock in you. It was an arrogant thought, but he knew he had ruined you for anyone else at this point by the way he spoiled you. 
“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he commented as he sucked on the fingers that were fucking you a few seconds ago. “You’re a spoiled, bratty, little cock slut, you know that?”
You whined as you cracked your eyes open. “I shouldn’t even let you cum. I should have just left you here high and dry, but because I'm feeling generous today, I let you cum. And what do I get in return? Humiliation. Do you think I deserved that humiliation?”
You shook your head frantically.
Strange hand suddenly flew to your cheek with a soft smack. You hissed but the suddenness of it. It didn’t hurt. It was more of a surprise that slowly melted into something more primal. 
“I’m going to ask you again, do I deserve that humiliation?”
“No, doctor,” you whispered, biting your lower lips. You could feel your slick leaking out and rolled down till he gathered beneath you. 
“And what do I deserve?” His pupils were practically blown wide as he stared at you. 
“Me.”
Slap. “Wrong answer, sweetheart. What do I deserve–what do I get from you?”
“My tight little pussy,” you said bashfully. You could feel your face getting hotter at that admission. You weren’t good at dirty talking, but somehow with Strange, it was different. Somehow his authoritative demeanor just made you feel the need to please him any way he wanted.
“Good girl,” he praised and you could feel your heart flutter and soared. He pressed his forward head against yours while he took your hand in his. You sucked in your breath when he pressed your palm against his straining erection. 
His eyes clenched tightly, mouth hung agape as he was rubbing himself against your palm. His breath shuddered here and there when you squeezed him slightly. His eyes flew open when you began to unfasten his pants and slide them down his hips. He was hard and heavy, ready to fuck all the attitude right out of you.
Grasping his shaft with your shaky hand, you gave him a few tugs first before lining himself at your entrance. Your pussy was practically quaking at the anticipation of being filled by him. You let out a unison moan when you pushed the head of his cock inside your swollen pussy. Strange stopped himself for a brief second, muscles strained slightly at the welcoming heat before he surged forward until he was fully sheathed inside you.
Your gasp mingled with his. You almost went over the edge by the way he stretched you out so deliciously, tormenting you with that desirous friction. He was overwhelming you in the best way possible, and you couldn’t wait for him to rail you to another dimension and back. 
His fingers dug into your hips as he began to move. Your eyes widened at the ferocity and the urgency in his pace. His eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled in his chest. His hands went flat against the space beside her face before he leaned down, pushing himself deeper inside you. 
He withdrew himself all the way back and thrust forward, jolting your body slightly with each re-entry. His gaze burned into yours as your body was preparing for another rapture. Stephen leaned back before he reached down and grasped your legs and draped them over his shoulders. He was so much deeper now that every time he thrust forward, he pushed all the air right out of your lungs.
And just when you thought this was it, Strange slid his hands down underneath your ass and he began to really push into you, hard and forceful, sending waves upon waves of onslaught pleasure soaring through your body.
“Yes, yes, yes. Use me, doctor,” you mumbled in between your breathless panting. You came with a quick shout as he continued to pound into you again and again. Your eyes clenched tightly as your body rode out the orgasmic wave.
His nostrils flared, teeth bared as you squeezed him. Strange’s movement became erratic as he continued to withdraw and surge forward while his hands tightened against your hips. He was so impossibly deep, so far inside you that all you could feel is his pulsating cock driving in and out of your quivering heat.
Then he grunted as his body went rigid above you. Every muscle in his body flexed and tightened. His fingers dug into your flesh as he was practically flushed where your body joined.
“Mine,” he grunted almost animalistic as he came into you. Strange continued to thrust, spurting his cum deep inside you. His release seemed endless. You could feel him seeping out of you with every movement. 
Then he was out of you. 
You winched at the way he was spilling out of you. He was panting as he rolled onto his back. Perspiration painted his forehead. His salt and pepper hair stuck out in various directions.
“I lied,” you mumbled with your forearm over your eyes. “Jealousy does look good on you, doctor.”
Stephen only replied with a groan before he gave your nipple a gentle tug. “Try me again, and I'll have you strung above a building.”
You shivered at that, but you let out a soft chuckle anyway. You knew it wasn’t a threat. You knew what’s capable and willing to do to make his point known, and you fucking love it.
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toppersjeep · 5 months
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[Chapter 3] Pieces- George Russell X Charles Leclerc
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Olivia’s POV
“Olivia” Lily said. “Hey” I said. “I might have got you something so don’t hate me” she said handing me a small gift. “Lily you didn’t have too” I said opening it. She had gotten me a cute little heart necklace. “It’s our anniversary of being best friends” she said I smiled.
“This is so sweet and funny enough I got you the same one but silver” I said handing her the box. “We know each other so well” she said. “I’ll put it on” I said. “You still wear the one George gave you” she said I sighed.
I completely forgot about the infinity necklace from him. I took it off and tossed it in my bag. I then out the necklace Lily got me on. And she did the same.
“Perfect oh my goodness” she said. “What are we celebrating” Charles said walking in. “It’s our two year anniversary of being best friends” Lily said. “She’s actually my secret wife” I said Charles chuckled. “I don’t think Alex would approve” Charles said.
“Oh he doesn’t have to know speaking of him I gotta run” Lily said. I hugged her. “Alright lils I’ll see you later” I said. “Yep our dinner date tonight see you Liv” Lily said leaving. “What’s up” I said. “So there’s some really cool cars on the track.. wanna do a hot lap” Charles said.
“Isn’t that only for drivers” I said. Charles slid me a set of keys. “It will be our secret” Charles said. “Then yes I’m in” I said taking the keys. We both grabbed helmets and went out to the track. I walked up to a nice Mercedes AMG and got in the drivers seat.
Charles sat in the passenger seat. We both put out helmets on and seatbelts. I then started the car and reved it a bit.
“Oh lord don’t kill us” Charles said. “Oh come on Charlie you know I can drive” I said. “Okay go ahead” he said. I stepped on the gas and drove around the track. “Slow down on the corners please” Charles said.
“Watch this” I said drifting around the corner. “Oh lord we are going to be in trouble” Charles said looking at me. I then drove on the straight away. And passed someone else in a Mercedes. We finally got back around to the beginning of the track.
I stopped the car.
“Oh thank goodness” Charles said. I then did a couple doughnuts right there. But someone was yelling so I stopped and parked the car. “Ooops my finger slipped” I said Charles just looked at me impressed.
“That was…
My dad then opened the door.
“Olivia you are very lucky that I’m here” he said. I got out and handed him the keys. “Sorry I was just having some fun” I said. “It was my fault Toto” Charles said. “I’m more impressed than disappointed” Toto said.
“Right wasn’t my doughnut cool” I said. “And the drifting and she overtook mick easily” Charles said. “Just don’t do it again without asking” Toto said walking away.
I just laughed.
“That was super impressive Wolff” Mick said giving me a high five. “Seriously though you can drive” Lewis said. “She impressed me” Charles said. “That was really fun but shows over boys” I said. “See if we ever need a reserve driver” Lewis said.
“I doubt dad would let me plus I don’t wanna take away Micks opportunity” I said. “Liv I’d be happy to give you an opportunity” Mick said I smiled. “So I heard your dad filled the seat” Lewis said we walked back to the Mercedes garage.
“Really he didn’t tell me” I said. “He said he’s gonna talk to everyone soon” Lewis said. “Do you think he’s gonna get Lando” I said. “Not sure” Mick said. “Whoever he’s got he said it’s gonna break the paddock” Lewis said.
“Alright guys meeting time” Dad said to everyone. “Here we go” Lewis said. We all went into the meeting room and took our seats. I sat beside Lewis and Roscoe was on the ground. So I was petting him. As I was super nervous for this announcement.
George just glared at me. I paid no attention to him. Mick told George to pay attention. And he stopped looking at me.
“So obviously I’ve been doing a lot of looking around the paddock” Dad said. “There’s a lot of talented young drivers” he added. “You said you are gonna break the paddock with this” Mick said. “Yeah I mean well.. it was a little bit of convincing to get him” Dad said.
“Who is he” Lewis said. “Well ladies and gentlemen it’s my honor to announce that Charles Leclerc will be joining us here at Mercedes” Dad said. As Charles walked in everyone cheered besides George of course. He just scoffed.
“It’s a great honor to be here.. and I’m excited for the upcoming season” Charles said. “Welcome to the team mate” Lewis said. “Someone said that I’d be an amazing fit here” Charles said looking at me. “We are happy to have you” Dad said.
“This is ridiculous” George said. “George will you just stop” Mick said. “No I’m fed up with this bullshit you always do what Olivia wants” George said. “First of all George this was my call to have Charles here” Dad said.
“But I’m sure she marched her way up to your office requesting Charles” George said. “Oh shut up George you’ve never liked him.. is it because he’s a better driver then you” I said standing up. “Please better driver than me” George said.
“I’m so tired of you for years I put up with you because I thought you’d change” I said. “But I’m not gonna let you bring down this team” I said. “Face it Olivia you only care about him.. your so called best friend” George said.
“I hope that one day you realize nobody will ever love you the way I did” George said. “You are so stuck on your own ways Liv.. everything that happened was your fault” George said. “And honestly Olivia I wish I never met you” George said.
I then walked away from everyone. I heard my Dad yell at George as soon as I walked away. I then hid out in the garage. I just sat on the floor in tears. Then I felt like I couldn’t breathe at all.
“Liv are you over here” Charles said. “Char.. I feel like.. I can’t breathe” I said. He sat down in front of me. “It’s okay it’s just a panic attack take my hand okay” he said holding my hand.
“Just close your eyes.. and take a deep breath with me” he said I closed my eyes. “Now just imagine someone or something that you love” Charles said. “And breathe again” Charles said. “Is it wrong to picture Roscoe” I said he laughed.
“No.. that’s okay” he said. I then opened my eyes realizing his head was touching mine. I just started into his beautiful blue green eyes. “Or perhaps those eyes” I said softly. “They are so calming” I said. He then cupped my cheek. And pulled me into a kiss. I let him keep kissing me.
But then he stopped and just looked at me again.
“I’m sorry Liv I should just go I didn’t mean to” Charles said getting up and walking away. “Charles” I said but he was already gone. I then walked around trying to find him again. But he was already gone. I realized what the time was.
So I went to meet Lily for dinner. But I had to tell her about Charles kissing me. In fact I was still confused. Why did he kiss me in those moment.
“So Charles is joining Mercedes that’s exciting” Lily said. “Mmmh” I said sipping my wine. “What’s going on you only make that face when something is up” Lily said.
“Charles kissed me in the garage” I said. “What why.. and how Liv” she said. “Well George said things I ran off” I said. “I was having a panic attack he found me” I said. “And helped me through it.. then he” I said. “He what” Lily said.
“I … was looking into his beautiful eyes.. and I told him they are calming” I said blushing. “Then.. he kissed me and I don’t know what I felt” I said. “He ran off before I could think” I said. “So he just kissed you for no reason” Lily said.
“Yeah.. he did” I said. “So how was it” she said. “I can’t stop thinking about him.. or his eyes” I said. “There was something in the way he looked at me” I said. “It’s how George used to look at me” I said. “But never like this.. it’s like he…” I said.
“Like he’s looking at a beautiful race car or a trophy” Lily said. “His eyes sparkled.. when he looked at me” I said. “And he’s never looked at me like that not until recently” I said. “… Olivia” Lily said. “What” I said. “He’s here with Alex” Lily said pointing to him. “Oh” I said. “Go talk to him” Lily said.
“And say what” I said. “Alex Charles come sit with us” Lily yelled. They looked and walked over to us. “Hello pretty lady” Alex said kissing Lily. “Oh sit with us please” Lily said Alex sat next to her. Charles then sat next to me.
“So we were just about to celebrate Charles new contract” Alex said. I looked at Charles and smiled. He smiled back. “Maybe we should let these two teammates celebrate” Lily said. “But I owe him a drink” Alex said. “And you owe me a dance mister let’s go” she said dragging Alex to the dance floor.
“So…how was dinner” Charles asked. “Good .. but you know dinner isn’t what I wanna talk about” I said. “I know.. I’m sorry you are upset” Charles said. “I shouldn’t have kissed you” Charles said. “Charlie” I said. “I’m really sorry I did it was stupid” Charles said walking away.
I then chased after him. He was about to get in the elevator. I was going to do something beyond stupid. I went into the elevator and pushed him back against the wall.
“Chéri what” he said I kissed him. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. “This is so stupid” he said. “Will you shut up and kiss me Leclerc” I said he smiled and kissed me again. The elevator doors opened and he walked me to his room.
We were both laughing the whole way there. We were probably a bit drunk too. But I didn’t didn’t care. He took my hand leading me into his hotel room.
“I .. we don’t have to do anything” Charles said. “No.. no I want too Charles no strings I can’t” I said. “Yeah sure.. no strings” he said. “I’m serious I don’t wanna do the whole relationship thing” I said.
“Okay then I’m in” Charles said. “Good so say it” I said he smiled. “No strings” he said kissing me. “No strings Charles” I said.
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fayes-fics · 1 year
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Moments: Epilogue 1
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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: Epilogue 1 of 2 for the Moments story. This is the wedding night shenanigans. Nuff said.
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Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, tiny bit of spanking, dirty talk, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex.
Word Count: 5.1k (this epilogue only, 23.9k total for all chapters to date)
Authors Note: So uh tbh this is gonna be a disappointment, as all long-awaited things usually are. Sorry about that. If you’re expecting a plot, don’t bother. If you prefer your Moments-verse non explicit, move along, please. If however, you want some smut, read on! This turned out quite romantic and emotional rather than filthy. The wedding vows recited here are taken from the “Solemnization of Matrimony” section of the 1662 Book of Common Prayer that was in use during the Regency period in England. Thanks as ever to @makaylan who has been invaluably helpful with this story. Enjoy! <3
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Epilogue 1: Moments from a wedding night
As the sounds of the party - your wedding reception - fade away, you turn to your new husband.
“Where are we headed?” You query as Benedict leads you arm in arm, crunching across the gravel drive of Aubrey Hall.
“I thought we may wish for some wedding night privacy,” he smiles. “So I took the liberty of setting us up in a lovely guest cottage on the estate until we leave on honeymoon. My valet and your lady's maid have already prepared food and drinks. But,” he leans in closer and whispers in your ear, “I didn’t ask them to bother with much clothing.”
You giggle and lean into him. He kisses your temple, then slides his arm around your waist, so you walk embracing, feeling his body warmth sinking into you.
“How do you feel, my darling wife? Are you well?”
“Very well, husband. I’m so happy I can call you that now,” you say honestly. “But call me Mrs Bridgerton,” you whisper with a hint of a seductive tone, making eye contact.
“Mrs Bridgerton,” he drawls in a dusky tone, a playful eyebrow raised.
“Again,” you murmur, still staring into his eyes.
He swings you around in front of him, his hands sliding low on your rear as he walks you backwards slowly.
“Mrs Bridgerton,” he repeats slowly, elongating every syllable, looking down at you sinfully.
Oh yes, that.
You launch yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and attacking him with a kiss. His mouth opens under your assault, and your tongues dance as his hands on your cheeks band lower, taking your weight and lifting you higher. 
You want him right now. You don’t care if it’s in the cottage he is taking you to, in a field, or right on the driveway where anyone could see. You need him right now. A desperate pull deep inside the minute he lifted you up.
“Take me right here, husband,” it’s a desperate plea against his lips.
He groans. “I’ve waited for six years, two months, 14 days and 9 hours” his forceful precise counting takes your breath away. “I can wait for another five-minute walk.”
“But I don’t want you to,” you argue breathily.
He pulls your body roughly against him, and you feel something insistent against your lower belly.
“We will do this properly in a bed,” he intones, “as much as I would happily throw you on the ground right now, this is our wedding night, and we deserve the best. Just wait; it will be worth it, I promise.
You pout but relent to his wishes. “Only if you carry me over the threshold.”
“Oh, Mrs Bridgerton, I don't plan to put you down until it’s onto a bed underneath me,” his voice silky, shifting you in his arms to carry you bridal style.
And that’s what he does. He carries you almost effortlessly through a small patch of trees while you enjoy the flex of his body against you. A little ivy-covered whitewashed, thatched cottage comes into view, its windows glowing gently with candles.
“Oh, this is beautiful, Benedict,” you inhale.
“It’s all ours until we leave for France,” he whispers. 
“France?!?!” You gasp, your head whipping back to look at him.
“Ooops, I guess I ruined that little surprise,” he chuckles warmly. “Are you upset?”
“Benedict Bridgerton, you are taking me to France?! In what world would I be upset to know that?!” You reply incredulously.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” he smiles as you reach the front door.
“Ready, Mrs Bridgerton?” he murmurs, the hand around your back moving to turn the door handle.
“So ready,” you respond with a slight tremor in your voice. 
He pushes open the door and takes a step forward, his lips descending onto yours as he dips to walk under the low doorway into the cottage.
“Over the threshold,” he whispers against your mouth as he pulls back just a fraction. Then there’s a bang as he flicks his foot, closing the door behind you. 
“It’s just us now,” you say quietly, as much for yourself as him. 
He doesn’t break eye contact for one moment as he carries you up the stairs and into a bedroom. A large bed covered in white linens awaits you, along with a crackling fire. The staff must have just left. 
As promised, he gently lowers you onto the bed, your head resting on a pile of plush pillows. 
“What now, husband?” you whisper anticipatory.
“I’m going to unwrap the most precious gift in the world,” he replies, climbing on top of you.
“My buttons are in the back,” you answer, a little breathless.
“I know—patience, my love,” his voice low.
He cups your jaw reverentially, then allows a hand to slide into your hair as he leans in and captures your lips. As he opens your mouth in a sensual kiss, you feel a pin sliding out of your hair, then another, and another. You realise he is letting your hair loose. You move your hand to help, but he breaks the kiss and grasps your wrist, pushing it against the sheets, and hovering over you.
“No, my love, I said I’m going to unwrap you, and I mean it; from the top of your head down to your feet, I’m going to undo, undress, unwrap, and unfurl every layer. And you, my daring, will just have to lay here and let me,” the hint of authority in his voice makes you quiver all over. “I’ve waited six years to have you again; believe me, I intend to be extremely thorough.”
You nod your acceptance, biting your lip. His thumb runs to your bottom lip and pulls it down from under your tooth.
“I’ll be the one to bite your lip, please, darling,” he simpers and leans in to suck it into his mouth with an edge of teeth. You moan at the sensation, and he moves to cover your mouth, swallowing your noise. 
“In fact…” he adds as he pulls away, “the only thing I want from you tonight are sighs and screams and pleading with me for more; you don’t have to do another thing, my love. I intend to worship you, my wonderful, beautiful wife.”
“Benedict,” you crest a moan at his words, pushing up against him. It’s been so long that you want him right away, but he seems determined to tease and go achingly slow.
He chuckles gently, and his hand is back in your hair, plucking out pins as you lay very aware of your breathing as his lips leave warm, soft kisses on your forehead. Until the last pin slides loose, and he fans your hair out on the pillow above you. His hand then slips down to the necklace you wear, turns it gently, so the clasp is visible, and undoes it, kissing the spot where the chain laid. He kisses your right ear, slides out your looped earrings and does the same on the other side.
“The only thing I want on your body when I’m done is your wedding ring, my love,” he explains, placing your jewellery on the small table at the bedside.
He moves to the end of the bed and grabs your ankle, taking off one shoe and kissing your stockinged ankle and then repeating with the other foot. Everything is so slow and precise. His warm hands run up your stockings under your dress to your knees, where the ribbons hold them in place. Slowly he unfurls each ribbon and pulls down both stockings. 
“Mr Bridgerton,” you sigh.
“Bored already?” he teases.
“No, just… wishing I could undress you,” you admit.
“You have a lifetime to pull off my clothes, Mrs Bridgerton,” he smirks, “in fact, I actively encourage you to do so anytime the mood suits you. But tonight, let me do it.”
With that, he hops off the bed and makes a little show for you, shucking off his tailed jacket and popping open the buttons on his waistcoat, unwinding his cravat, all the time his burning gaze never leaving yours. He then bends down to gracefully remove his shoes and socks. You admire the view but are disappointed when he stops there and returns to the bed, still in his white shirt and black trousers.
“Is that all I get?” You ask with a mock pout.
He barks a laugh, “for now.” 
He hovers over you again, standing at the bedside and running a hand over the intricate detailing of your wedding dress.
“You look so beautiful in this, my love; it seems a shame to take it off you,” his voice wistful. 
“Please take it off,” you whisper fervently.
He leans close so his lips are ghosting yours, “roll over, my darling,”.
As he pulls away, you do so quickly, feeling your own warm, shallow anticipatory breaths against the fresh cotton of the pillowcase.
Soft fingertips push your hair aside, then spider gently down from the back of your neck and along your spine, causing your whole body to erupt in goosebumps until he reaches the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons between your shoulder blades. Slowly he slides each one through its delicate silk loop. He gently tugs the gown from both of your shoulders, exposing the top of your stays and the silk chemise underneath.
He leans over and kisses the skin of your shoulders, running his lips over to your spine and down.
“Lift yourself a little, my love,” he asks sweetly, and you do so, allowing the dress to fall to your waist, exposing your stays that you wear outside your chemise tonight, wanting the luxuriant silk against your skin for this special day.
You feel his fingers unpicking the laces that hold your stays; each movement takes time as if he is savouring every action. Your mind flashes back to how, in fits of passion, he has torn them off you rather than patiently unlace them like he is now. You chuckle at the memory.
“What’s so funny, my love?” He asks, his tone bright with curiosity.
“I’m thinking how many stays I lost before, to your tendency to rip them off me rather than unlace.” You smile as he finishes the last hole, and the sides fall away onto the bed.
He pulls the material from under you and moves his lips to the shell of your ear. “Mrs Bridgerton, you will lose many more in future too, but tonight I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he says with a tinge of amusement as he softly caresses your back.
“Don’t be too much of a gentleman, husband,” you whisper seductively. “Sometimes I like it when you’re a little rough,” you confess quickly.
His hand stills and you hear him make a slight noise in his throat. “Tell me more.”
“Don’t get me wrong; I like it when you’re a gentleman, Benedict,” you specify. “But I also like it when you’re not.”
“What do you like most about me when I’m ‘not a gentleman’, as you say?” His voice is pitched low, and his hand feels heavier.
“I like it when you spank me,” you exhale, feeling like you should be embarrassed to admit it but only feeling a tingling warm desire. 
“Do you, now?” His tone has gone sinful, and the hand smears heavy down your spine towards your rear.  “Do you think you’ve done anything to warrant a spanking tonight Mrs Bridgerton? I thought you the very picture of respectability, a beautiful bride,” he opines.
“You didn’t see the rest of my chemise yet, Mr Bridgerton,” you counter, raising an eyebrow and lifting your hips, inviting him to pull your wedding dress down further.
He stands and pulls it down and off your legs suddenly. You revel in his sharp intake of breath.
The silk chemise is very short, just covering your bottom, a special request you made to the modiste. She raised her eyebrows at your suggestion and was confident your husband would love it; she wasn’t wrong, based on how his pupils dilate.
“That is scandalous,” he whispers approvingly, his eyes roaming your exposed thighs. 
“I thought you might like it. Ivory, just like you wanted. It’s all for you, darling husband,” you respond, a little smirk on your face as you glance at him playfully over your shoulder. You gently tilt your hips, making the chemise ride up to expose the lower part of your cheeks, the weave of the material shines like liquid as it catches the firelight. “I’m not wearing anything else either. Is that worthy of a spanking?” You ask coquettishly, eyelids fluttering, goading him.
His answer is a stinging slap on your butt cheek. 
You moan loudly and push your hips higher, seeking more. 
“My filthy little wanton wife,” he growls and slaps the other cheek.
Before you can playfully demand more, he flips you over suddenly and descends. Your lips crash together, like the days of old. Passionate, almost dangerous in intensity, moaning into each other’s mouth as he climbs on top of you, his hands slipping low to grasp your hips. You surge against him, rubbing yourself over the bulge in his trousers. He groans as you drag back and forth, guiding your movements with the flex of his long fingers. His tongue is hot and insistent against yours, your hands twining around his neck, fingers delving into the luscious hair at his nape.
“Please…” you implore against his lips, drunk on the sensation of rough wool against your bare clit.
“Not yet,” he responds breathily but sounds less sure this time. “Your sinful silk chemise made me forget my plan. You are supposed to lay back and be worshipped, my darling.”
“I don't want to be passive,” you counter, grabbing his face and caressing his cheekbones with your fingertips, “and I want you to talk to me. Oh god, I've missed your voice, Benedict. All those wonderful, passionate things you say, my darling poet. Please, please talk to me.” 
“I'd almost forgotten just how… spirited you can be,” he huffs, enthralled.
“Six years Benedict,” is all you can say, “six lonely unfulfilled years. Every day I would touch myself thinking of your voice, what you say, your beautiful lips spilling such sinful things.”
“Every day…?” his pupils are blown wide as his lips ghost over yours, wet and wanting.
“Every single day. You, always, always you,” you whisper desperately, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand over the swell of your breast, the warmth of his skin seeping through the silk. 
He groans, and his fingers curl inwards to tweak your nipple, making you cry out and writhe.
“Talk to me….” you whisper hotly against his cheek.
“You thought I had forgotten how sensitive your nipples are, my darling?” his voice is low and honeyed, precisely what you need.
You wrap your legs around him, pulling him heavier onto you. Your fingers slide down his corded neck to his shirt, flicking open the top button.
“I recall every single detail about you, my love. The mole on the back of your knee,” his hand cups the back of your leg, touching the exact spot. “The little scar you have on your elbow from when you fell as a child…” he lifts your arm and kisses the site. “But especially every little intimate detail of your breasts and between your legs,” his voice sinful now. “Like how if I do this…“ he leans lower and bites your nipple through the silk, and you shudder and push up against him “you get soaked, don’t you, my love?”
“Yessss”, your answer is an instinct, fumbling to undo more of his shirt buttons.
“Hmmm, I know. I’ll soothe that ache you feel very soon,” he promises.
This is the Benedict you remember; that you have craved. 
You grip him hard with your legs and flip over so you are sitting on top of him; he makes a little noise of surprise, which turns into a groan as you grind down against his straining cock. Reaching to undo the rest of his shirt, he finally helps and whips it over his head quickly, revealing that, if anything, he has become more defined in the intervening years.
“Oh, Benedict,” you sigh and run your hands over the smooth contours of his toned flesh. “I have missed your body so much.” It's an admission that you follow up by learning over him and licking a line from the top of his abs over his breastbone to his neck, revelling in his taste. 
His little noises spur you on, and your hands fly to the buttons on his trousers, wanting to sink onto him immediately. You accomplish part of the task before he grabs your wrists and softly twists your hands behind your back, sitting up and kissing your lips.
“So impatient,” he scolds gently. “I haven't even had to chance to refamiliarise myself with my favourite place in the world,” he smirks, his breath ghosting over your cheek as his hands slide around to your front, down the silk and pull up the chemise, exposing your intimate area.
He breathes heavily. “Just as I remember,” his tone deep as his fingertips trail lightly into your patch of hair, your breath quickening. 
Before you know it, you are flipped back onto the mattress, him hovering over you with a wicked look. He slides down your body, running kisses over your chemise, only stopping to loop your thighs around his shoulders. 
His warm, soft lips land on your lower belly, and you tremble at the sensation of it. “I am reminded of my wedding vows, darling,” he begins softly, “perhaps I need to recite them again, so you know how much they mean to me,” he affirms as his lips trail lower.
“I, Benedict Bridgerton, take thee y/n to be my wedded wife….” he rumbles as he nudges the sensitive skin of your inner thighs; his tongue flicks out and licks a strong link all way up to your nub. You cry out, and he has to hold your legs open a little, the instinct to close up around his head so strong. 
“....To have and to hold from this day forward….” He continues before delving in and pushing his tongue into your channel. Oh god, you realise he is reciting the wedding vows, word for word; he must have memorised them.
“…For better for worse….” Your fingers flex and drag against his scalp as you direct his motions. His tongue presses into you rhythmically as you whisper his name, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to revel in the sensation.
“…For richer for poorer….” each sentence is panted against your heated flesh as he kisses his way up to your clit and sucks it hard into his mouth, swirling his tongue insistently against the most sensitive spot.
“…In sickness and in health….” it’s muffled against you, and the vibrations make you call his name loudly, between heavy pants, him spiralling you towards something you haven’t felt in years. In fact, six years since your last wedding day. The symmetry of the moments is both sweet and poignant.
You open your eyes, and your hand in his hair flexes and grips, encouraging him to look up the plane of your body to your face; his hazy blue eyes focus wholly on you as he speaks the following line.
“….To love and to cherish…” his voice thick with emotion. I love you, you mouth at him. He smiles almost demurely, which is a delicious contradiction to the things he does next as he descends back between your legs and nudges you towards orgasm.
“Till death, us do part, according to God's holy ordinance,” invoking something holy while doing something so debauched paints a delicious contradiction. “And thereto I plight thee my troth.”
With that, he takes you quickly to a place that you realise you only vaguely remembered from the past you had together. A place beyond yourself, where all that exists is his tongue, his fingers and where he touches you while you float far away and blissful. You know your body is writhing, your voice a litany of his name and babbled praise. Still, all you feel is something ethereal, intangible, a wave of ecstasy that starts between your legs and spreads like wildfire over your body into every cell of your being.
As you lay there panting, feeling little aftershocks across your skin, he crawls slowly up your body, taking your chemise with him so it’s gathered around your armpits. Somehow while between your legs, he has managed to remove his trousers, and you feel the slight tickle of his leg hair against your inner knees. He lavishes kisses and little soft bites on your breasts that make you breathless and wanting, his hard cock brandishing a warm spot across your thigh. He finally pulls the chemise up and over your head and settles over you, face-to-face.
You lay tangled together in the glow of the firelight; the only things you both wear are your shiny wedding rings.
He grabs your left hand and kisses your ring.
“With this ring, I thee wed….” he restarts his vows. 
You smile through watery eyes, so happy you are reunited with this wonderful man you love with all your heart. He touches your cheek and moves in for a kiss, and you feel him finally, finally nudging his cock against your folds, almost wanting to cry with relief.
“With my body I thee worship……” he murmurs, his tone devoted, slowly pushing into your body. 
It feels like coming home. You know there are tears now, of relief, of love, of overwhelming emotion, as the man who is finally your husband finds his way back inside your body.
“and with all my worldly goods I thee endow…..” his voice is wavering now, thick with emotion, as he relishes the moment, still pushing into you so slowly, breathing against your skin, breathing you in. 
As he reaches your hilt, he takes a deep, shuddering breath. He feels wonderful, like what has been missing - a deep, filled sensation that isn't just physical, it's an intangible wonder too, something almost spiritual yet very much of the rich earth and carnal.
“In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen,” he concludes, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, and your chin as if you are the most precious thing in the world.
“I love you.” It's all you can say in response to his marital serenade—simple, straightforward, but accurate.
His eyes carry a world of emotion as he withdraws slowly, then surges back into your body, your whole being rolling with the force.
“Yesssss, husband,” you hiss, eyes closing with the pleasure you feel humming over you, the burning anticipation for this moment feeding a fire over your skin.
“Always call me that when I’m inside you, please,” he implores, starting a slow rhythm, his mouth open against yours, sharing air.
Then his lips are peppering your face with sweet little kisses, barely a touch, just enough to make your skin tingle and flush hot.
You push up against his thrusts, chasing all the sensation you can, yearning to communicate just how much you want this, need this. Your hands run over his back, remapping the contours of his muscles; how his skin feels under your fingertips. You stutter as his lips find that spot below your ear that makes you shudder. You feel his grin, his recall of how to slowly take you apart moment by moment, returning like muscle memory. He punctuates his triumph with a thrust of his hips a little stronger than usual, revelling in your corresponding moan.
You wrap your legs around his hipbones, wanting to feel him deeper inside you, an ache you want to carry tomorrow as a souvenir of this special night. You want him to mark your skin, claim your body as his, something primal and symbolic beyond the ring you now wear with pride. You want a tattoo of him across your heart and body.
“Bite me,” you whisper desperately in his ear as he moves faster, “I want you to leave no doubt of who I’m bound to.” 
He groans at your request to be marked as his, at least for now. “I can’t hurt you like that, my love,” he frets quietly.
“It won’t hurt,” you assure, “ please, just here,” your fingers fly to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.
He moans and feels too drunk on the moment to resist, his teeth clamping right where you want. You yell his name and clench around him, a vice-like grip that makes his hips stutter to a halt and his teeth release.
“Please, please do that again,” he begs, lathing where he bit you with soothing wet tongue strokes,
You know what he’s asking for, and you oblige, squeezing your internal muscles tight in a slow pulsing motion. His cock feels huge, hard and heavy as you do so; impossibly steely. 
“Oh fuck,” slips from his lips, his eyes now closed, his whole being present in the moment, in the feelings of his physical being. You watch his face as you compress around him, him motionless, buried to the root.
“If I spend more than a day outside of your body ever again, I swear I will lose my mind,” he whispers fervently, restarting his thrusts into you, somewhat more urgent now.
You run your fingers into his lush hair and grab a handful, directing his lips back to yours, kissing in waves of intensity that match your body's joint movements.
“I will live in thy heart…” he says, fingers slipping to your dewy breastbone, hot from the slide of your skin together. “Die in thy lap…” his hand trails a line down to your clit and rubs gently. “And be buried in thy eyes,” he concludes, his gaze burning into yours as he spirals you higher.
That he has the capacity to quote Shakespeare at this moment astounds you and makes you love him even more. Poetry falls out of him almost unbidden, a reflex, how he expresses his passion without even needing to think of the lines; they just tumble from his very soul.
His finger circling your bud pushes you desperately towards your peak, feeling utterly surrounded by him as his other arm brackets your body, his lips on yours. It’s all heat and whispered poetry and pleading.
“Please darling, please come for me,” his plea resonates in your bones, the catalyst to the crescendo you have felt teasing at the edge of your being since the moment he entered you. Now it sweeps over you in a tide of physicality that steals your breath, robs your vision and ripples out from your core to every fibre and synapse. Careless of volume or content, you call words and his name in a rhapsody of sated bliss. It’s as if your body has been on hold for six years, awaiting this very moment.
Your desperate movement and fluttering are what pull him over the edge too. His grip on your shoulder bruising, his noises desperate, his mouth slack against your neck, curling his whole body into you as he releases deep inside you, the warmth of his seed blooming. 
As you lay together, recovering your breathing, him slipping from your body, he holds up your hands, spreading your fingers with his, then sinking his between yours, a tight grasp; he smiles as your wedding rings clink together.
“Thank you,” he breathes quietly. “Thank you for coming back to me, for James, for letting me back into your life, for giving me a family of my own. Just thank you���.,” his exhale is a slight shudder as you see unshed tears in his eyes.
You do the only thing you can think to do. You pitch forward and kiss him tenderly. “Thank you for letting me have a chance at the only life I ever wanted,” you say back to him, your tone soft, enjoying this quiet sensual intimacy that feels both of this moment and every moment in the future.
You fall asleep entwined like a vine, rings together, hearts beating in sync.
You wake up the next day to sunlight streaming through the windows, birds tweeting happily in the tree outside the window beyond the foot of the bed. You look at your husband sleeping peacefully. The sheets are pooled around his waist, exposing his torso, his skin glowing in the shaft of sunlight slashed across the bed, the white linen around him gleaming like a halo. He resembles a heavenly creature, to you at least.
As you admire him, your thoughts turn to how incredibly happy you are with your life at the moment—how it’s just the two of you together alone, married and with nothing to interrupt you. Your son is happily ensconced with his grandmother Violet and his nanny, and your time is free of commitments or obligations for two whole weeks. 
“Penny for your thoughts, my love,” Benedict’s voice cuts into your reverie, voice rough from sleep.
“Good morning,” you smile and lean over to place your face next to his as he returns the greeting. “I was just delighting in the views this morning,” you wink, “and thinking about how lucky I am to have you all to myself, absolutely no one here to interrupt us, not even our son.”
“Mmmm,” he smiles lazily and pulls you into an embrace partially on top of him, kissing your neck languidly. “Speaking of our son, James seems lonely, does he not? I think he might need some siblings.” His voice is like velvet as he plants hot kisses on your skin. “I think it’s only fair. “
“Are you trying to get me pregnant, Mr Bridgerton?” you tease.
“Well, I tried last night, didn't I? It is somewhat of a tradition for us, is it not? Making beautiful babies on wedding days. I didn’t think we ought to mess with tradition, my love.” He chuckles and rolls you fully on top of him, your legs tangling. “But just in case my plan didn't work last night, I think we should keep trying all of today as well to be safe. And in France too. We definitely need to give it lots of effort there.”
“Oh, you think so, do you? Hmmm, well, let me think about that,” you pretend to be deep in thought for about a second. “I can see your point. Go ahead, Mr Bridgerton, give me more of your beautiful babies.”
“With pleasure Mrs Bridgerton,” he growls, and you squeal in delight as he flips you over onto the mattress.
And true to his word, he manages it. Nine months later, Isobel Bridgerton is born. She is your double, the fiercest little ball of energy you have ever known and has her father hopelessly in love from the moment he sees her. 
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Ellie x Fem reader
Warnings: mdni, smut, fluff, top! Ellie, bottom! Reader, fingering, oral etc.
Notes: this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad :/ if you have any suggestions for future stuff pls do ;) also not proof read ooops. Enjoy ;)) word count: 1.6k
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I have lived in Jackson a little over a year and Ellie and I had become best friends. Ellie had been dating Dina since I came here, but they recently broke up and over the last couple weeks I had been feeling different about Ellie…. Blushing when she talked to me, day-dreaming of her, anticipating our next patrol so I could see her beautiful face.
I didn’t really know what this meant because I had never been like this before with her. It couldn’t be a crush, because she’s my friend…. Plus I don’t think she’d see me in that way anyways….
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It was a cold, rainy morning and I woke up to Ellie knocking at my door. “Wake up Y/N, I’m freezing my ass off out here…. Let me in”. I groaned and glanced at my clock, it read 8:17 AM. “Shit” I said before jumping up and letting my feet hit the cold ground. I had slept in late for my patrol this morning, I quickly threw on my jeans and a random jumper before running over to let Ellie in.
“Jeez Y/N… what took you so long, we’re late” the green eyed girl said closing the door behind her. “Sorry” I said “I didn’t hear my alarm….”. Ellie rolled her eyes and sat on a chair near my desk. “Nice outfit” she remarked, giggling to herself. I looked down in confusion to see I was wearing one of her hoodies.
“Oh shit. Sorry I didn’t even notice, I just threw something on when y-“. “Calm down Y/N” she said cutting me off. “It looks better on you”. I quickly looked back down as my cheeks went red. I wasn’t one to get flustered easily, but it seemed that lately no matter what Ellie said, I would turn into a tomato. “You okay?” She asked standing up. “Uh- yeah- just wanna get going before Maria has another chat with me about being late ”.
We had been out on patrol for thirty minutes already and we hadn’t said a word, I was usually the one talking constantly and annoying her but I didn’t know what was going on with me. Did I have a crush on Ellie? Have I always felt this way and just never knew? My train of thought was cut short when I heard the loudest thunder and nearly fell of my horse.
“Jeez Y/N…it’s fine- just a little thunder”, she giggled looking back at me. I shyly smiled and laughed. “The clouds look pretty dark ahead….do you think there will be a storm?” I asked catching up beside her. “Nah I don’t think so, Maria said the storm was supposed to hit tomorrow…” Ellie said with furrowed brows.
We went on a little further scanning the area, but we didn’t come across any infected. Suddenly a flash of light streaked across the sky startling both of us. “Shit that was close…we should find somewhere to stay until the storm passes” she said looking at me waiting for my response, but no response came because I was too busy looking at her lips as she spoke.
“Unless you wanna get electrocuted” she said raising her eyebrow. I quickly got out of my trance and agreed to find shelter. We found an old weapon store and left the horses just inside the entrance. “Let’s scan the place for infected, there’s a basement, I’ll go down there and you look up here” she said before giving a small smile and descending down the stairs.
You looked around and saw no unwanted visitors. Once you knew it was safe you followed Ellie downstairs into a small supply basement. “Everything clear up there?” She asks and I nod. “Here, there’s a couch to sit on over here” she tells me setting her backpack down. I walk over to her and notice a cross-bow laying on the table.
I pick it up to have a good look. “You ever used one ?” She asks. I shake my head and look over at her. “It’s easy, here I’ll show you” she says standing up and coming up behind me. She placed her hands on top of mine to show me how the weapon works. She was so close to my ear as she spoke about the cross-bow but I didn’t hear a word she said because all I could focus on was her hot breath against my cheek.
“See…easy” she said letting go of me. We both sat down on the couch and I started to fidget with my bracelet. Even though my head was down I could feel Ellie’s eyes staring at me. My cheeks grew hot and my hands got clammy. “What’s going on” Ellie asks breaking the silence. “Nothing- nothing is wrong” I said still not looking at her.
“Why are you acting weird then”. I swallowed and looked at her. “I’m not acting weird, why would you say that?” I asked knowing the answer. I was getting anxious because I felt like she knew I had feelings for her but I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that. She moved closer and I started to blush even more. She placed her hand on my leg and brushed a piece of hair out of my face with the other.
She smirked at me and then ran her finger over my hot cheek before placing it on my bottom lip. She left it there looking intently at my lips before glancing up at me. The next thing I knew she kissed me. At first I was shocked, but then let her tongue into my mouth. Her kisses were soft and so were her lips.
Her hand started to slowly rub my thigh which made me quiver. “I like you Y/N” she said pulling away. “ I wanna show you how much I like you… “ she said pushing me back onto the couch and hovering on top of me. I had thought about this moment many times over the last while but I never thought it would actually happen.
She began to put her free hand up my (her) hoodie as her other hand gripped the side of the couch. She began softly kissing my neck and I whimpered at her touch. Her hand made it up to my bra and she slid under it grabbing my boob. I moaned as she played with my Nipple. “Can I take this off” she asked pulling at the hoodie. I nodded and helped her pull it off. She unclipped my bra and sat up slightly to admire my chest.
“Fuck…” she said under her breath before leaning down and taking my nipple in her mouth. She looked up at me watching as I moaned at her wet tongue swirling around my nipples. She lowly giggled and again began to rub up my thighs. “You’re so fucking hot Y/N” Ellie says as her hand reaches my crotch.
Ellie began to pull my jeans off and looked in amazement at my panties that now had a wet spot. “Fuck, you’re so wet” she says as I close my eyes with embarrassment. “Keep your eyes open, I want you to look me in the eyes while I make you feel good” she tells me placing her hand on top of my panties and rubbing in circular motions over my clit.
She leans back down and kisses beside my ear before saying “ I really wanna taste you Y/N”. I whimper as she sits up and pulls my panties off. “You want me to eat your pussy?” She asks and I nod my head. “Tell me what you want me to do baby” she says, her eyes looking dark, full of lust. “ I- I want you to taste my pussy” I say quietly as she smirks.
Ellie leans down and starts kissing down my thigh making it all the way to my centre. I softly moan as I feel her swipe up my pussy with her tongue. She holds onto my waist as she begins to work on me. “Mmmm you taste so good” she tells me. My moans begin to fill the small basement as she sucks on my sensitive clit. “Fu- fuck Ellie that feels so good” I moan out as she sloppily eats me out. She smiles into my pussy, satisfied with my compliment.
“You want me to fuck you Y/N?” Ellie asks coming up to kiss me. “Yes” I choke out. “Where are your manners?” She asks rubbing her middle finger on my wet entrance. “P-please fuck me” I say as she slams her two fingers into my hole. She begins to pump them in and out faster and faster as I tilt my pelvis into her for more.
“Mmmhm..Fuck Y/N- you want more ?” She asks adding a third finger to my cunt. Her fingers felt amazing around my walls and I felt myself getting close when her fingers hit my g-spot. “You like when I fuck you hard like this?” She asks quickening her pace. I could feel my peak coming and I grabbed onto her toned arms as I moaned her name.
“You wanna cum on my fingers ?” She coos, as my breath hitches from pleasure. “I- I wanna cum Ellie” I say biting my lip. She grins and curls her fingers more inside me. I scream her name as I finish all over her fingers. She rubs my clit as I come down and stares at my face as I finish completely. Ellie lifts her fingers up to her mouth and rolls her eyes as she sucks all of my juices off.
She places a kiss on my forehead before helping me back into my clothes. “We should do that more often” Ellie giggles and kisses me on the cheek. “Maybe next time I can do you ?” I ask shyly, still shocked at what has just happened. Ellie nods and lays her head on my shoulder looking up at me smiling. “I like you too btw” I tell her smiling back. She laughs and kissing me on the neck.
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Peter Tork in screenshots from footage included in Micky Dolenz Celebrates The Monkees (x).
“To the outside observer, I’m sure it looked as though I had succumbed to the extremities of a given culture. To me, I simply exhibited moderate good sense. Basically, I lived at a poverty level, scratching for odd jobs. I wore a beard, my hair was past my shoulders, and I was working in a restaurant, singing folk songs and waiting tables [see here and here]. I was playing piano and was in and out of various rock groups. I played lead guitar for a rock group called Osciolla [sic]. No records. I was in the bass section of the Fairfax Street Choir, a thirty-five member vocal group. I also fronted a group of my own and tried to make a demo, but it didn’t go anywhere. I had a job offer to come out here to Venice. I also worked as a high school teacher [see here and here]. The mass media has a tendency to distort. As long as capitalism remains the underpinning of society, what is good will always take a back seat to what will sell. General Motors isn’t concerned with making a quality automobile. Sears isn’t concerned with offering a quality television set. All that counts in a capitalistic society is selling. And to the mass media’s way of thinking, a picture of Peter Tork as a so-called ‘burned-out hippie’ with a beard and long hair implies a hopeless case who can’t lift his hand to his face to get his razor up and who has no interest except in stealing to support his drug habit. If that’s what sells, they’ll print that. The truth of the matter is, my primary concern was and is self-realization in a social setting.” - Peter Tork, Blitz!, May/June 1980
“‘It's what I call the Church of Three,’ [Tork] said. ‘You have a starting point that's essentially unitary, then comes the binary, the secondary phase, where everything is broken up and shattered and shot into millions of pieces. From there, you must have a dialectic. The third stage must appreciate and understand and value the first without undercutting and devaluing the second. It's no good just to talk about the positive. If the negative is there, you can't shut it out. For a while there wasn't any negative. Then it came into our lives in real ways, in ways we had to come to grips with. So, there we were, in the middle of stage two, shattered and broken, not believing in stage one anymore. Then comes stage three. This is where we recognize that there are times to slip into that primary mode and times when it won't do. If you insist on sticking to that mode, you're going to get your nose broken. And that's what happened. So there comes a time when, in full awareness of stage one, you behave through stage two, to get your stage three – a transcendent involvement of both stages.’ Specifically, stage two began at Kent State, when four students were shot by the National Guard during a protest demonstration. ‘When they shot them down at Kent State, that was the end of the flower-power era,’ said Tork. ‘That was it. You throw your flowers and rocks at us, man, and we'll just pull the guns on you. Essentially, the revolution, which was sort of tolerated as long as it wasn't a significant material threat, was not tolerated anymore. And everybody went “Ooops” and scurried for cover and licked their wounds. They became isolated – which was the point of it all. “Togetherness isn't going to get it” was the moral they tried to lay on us, because the less togetherness there is, the more room there is for exploitation. Kent State was an attempt. Let's try this and see what happens. And what happened was the shooting and vast inflation and a swing to the right – the moral majority. The whole thing was inherent in the situation. A certain amount of loosening up, a certain amount of extra leisure, and people are going to try to improve their lot instead of just barely hanging on. If you had a little extra you're going to try to make everything better. And if you see that your own happiness, or the lack of it, is tied in with the sadness of your neighbor, you're going to start feeling communal. And that's going to expand until the crunch comes. As long as people are educated to believe that isolated self-interest is the only way to go, when the crunch comes they'll withdraw from each other. And only now, in the faintest glimmerings, do I see any sense that people are realizing that togetherness and flower power alone won't get it. It's got to be togetherness, flower power, plus a willingness to do something pretty stern from time to time. If you're not willing to behave sternly, people who won't stop short of stern behavior are going to keep on going. It's taken a while for that message to sink in.’ It's obvious that Tork was a true believer and ironic that he, of all people, should have been a cog in the plastic Monkee machine. He took the sixties to heart, and if the failure of the sixties took the heart out of him for a while, he hasn't let that failure break him. ‘You've got to struggle over the material,’ he said. ‘The struggle involved in keeping those people who want what you've got from getting it deprives you of the time to really be yourself. Instead of struggling to keep things out of everybody's hands, if you give what you've got – as Jesus said – if you give away what you've got, life unfolds for you. And the Catholic church would have us believe that heaven doesn't happen until after the death of the body. But I report differently. I report that heaven is an experience available in this life. And it comes from giving your shit away. If you give away your heart, your life, your soul, your goods, and live as close to the bone as you can prudently do, and don't worry about next week, if you live as close to that level as possible, you will find yourself as happy as possible. If you put your faith in the future, you're going to be chasing something all your life. Put your faith in the present; it's all right.’” - When The Music Mattered (1984)
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My Shard read proceeds apace.
“What in the Nine Hells is a Drizzt?” - The best line of dialogue in the entire series has arrived. All other dialogue can pack up and go home. 
And then, Dwahvel’s like ‘oh yeah, it’s your murder crush. The guy you wouldn’t shut up about for a year. I can’t expect to keep ‘em all straight, you know.’ 
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Sharlotta’s narrative continues to not impress me. Let her be competent at something she’s supposed to be competent at, instead of being batted around by every guy she interacts with. 
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Ooop, there’s the part that mentions Kimmuriel and Rai-guy being roommates (Oh my God, they were roommates! ...I am not original.) And I think that’s the same chapter which has one of them just casually refer to the other as a friend in POV. Which I gather is a heck of a thing, given the society they grew up in. 
I’m wondering if part of how the Bregan D’aerthe works. Mostly what we see of it in this book is petty bitch infighting, but I can’t help thinking there’s a certain defiant and - basically queer for its origins - camaraderie to it, without which the troop would have fallen apart a century ago. Caring about others is transgressive, and that transgression is part of the appeal. 
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I really wish I could do even the most basic animation, because every time Jarlaxle interacts with the Crenshinibon, all I want to do is set it to this clip from Beetlejuice the musical. 
(I found my frequency/Crystals speak to me
What are they saying?
Buy more crystals) [Insert picture of a second tower here]
To be clear, I can’t even draw a satisfying stick figure, let alone animate fuck-all.
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Oooh, there we go. The Entreri vs. Jarlaxle fight and Jarlaxle and Entreri vs Kimmuriel and Rai-guy when they arrive is genuinely gripping. There’s a really good balance of tension and fun (beat the hell out of your friend vs. throw a giant bird at the guys trying to coup you, GJ Jarlaxle), and I couldn’t help but notice a lot of the stiffness in the writing falls away. I’d wager Bob had fun writing it.  
Okay, let me actually unpack Jarlaxle’s different approaches to the two back-to-back fights, because I think there’s something interesting here. 
You could just make the argument that Jarlaxle is being entirely hosed by the crystal in the first fight. And Crenshinibon is kind of one-track-minded and not very fun. Whereas by the second fight, Artemis has ganked the crystal, not that Jarlaxle knows it. 
But if you take the Cinnabon out of the equation, what you’re left with is, Jarlaxle expects betrayal but doesn’t take it well at all from someone he genuinely likes. As he seems to like Entreri. In contrast, I don’t get the impression he’s close to Rai-guy at all, and while he and Kimmuriel have the potential for closeness, even this early on, they are not there yet. Their betrayal is ‘sigh, intrigue has come upon me. Welp, that was inevitable. But you forget - I love a good challenge!’ Whereas Entreri’s feels like a genuine betrayal. So Jarlaxle goes dead-serious and deadly. 
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Speaking of potential for closeness, from Kimmuriel and Rai-guy’s conversation immediately after, you can just tell that Kimmuriel gets Jarlaxle, the Bregan D’aerthe, and Menzoberranzan in a way Rai-guy explicitly does not. 
“We have to find them,” Rai-guy said a moment later. “I want Jarlaxle dead. How else might I ever know a reprieve?”
“You are now the leader of a mercenary band of males housed in Menzoberranzan,” Kimmuriel replied. “You will find no reprieve, no break from the constant dangers and matron games. This is the trapping of power, my companion.”
Kimmuriel gets how the sausage is made. And we get our first hint of why he winds up half in charge of Bregan D’aerthe over the years. 
Also speaking of closeness:
“[Entreri] could easily [escape] alone, he knew, and he had the real Crystal Shard, but for some reason he couldn’t quite understand, and didn’t bother even to think about, he turned back and grabbed Jarlaxle again, pulling him behind.”
Entreri, you dense-ass tsundere. 
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I would also like you all to know that I just retyped both those passages. Because I can’t make copy-paste from an Overdrive e-book work. Faaaaaail. 
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🏅for the fanfic ask game
Thanks for the ask! 🧡
What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).
Oooh okay. So really the only fic I’m working on right now is The Time Traveller’s Life. And there are a couple of things for it that I’m proud of recently!
In October it was the three year anniversary since I posted the very first chapter on AO3 - so belated happy birthday to TTL - and I’m really proud of it because it’s my first ever longfic, and I honestly thought I’d lose interest, so the challenge was to complete it. And here we are 3 years later, and I’ve never lost interest (lost some momentum at times, but never stopped), 46 chapters in, and the end is hopefully somewhere in sight, even if it might not be in 2023 as I’d hoped back in January…..
When I started writing TTL I didn’t necessarily write in narrative/story order the way I do now (I’d say chronological, but considering the story is all about dropping back and forth through time, thats a bust) so I’d write some exciting/key scenes as and when the ideas came to me, then go and back fill the gaps. That means that for nearly three years I’ve had a scene that is still yet to be posted (think it’s chapter 48?), sat in the master draft. Well recently, I caught up to the scene! It’s mostly finished, but in the interest of keeping up momentum for NaNo I’ve skipped it and carried on with the story, as finishing it off was stalling me. But yet, that’s it, thats the last pre-written scene I had left, everything else I’m now writing with nothing further ahead of me to link up to! and that’s exciting
Aaaaand speaking of lots of writing. The draft broke over 170k recently and um, wow. Lots of words. I originally set out to do 60-70k, maybe 15 chapters. It’s probably going to break (or come close to) 200k all in. Ooops?
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Translation: Manusoverlevering, part 3
Here's part 3 of the youtube video translation, from 43.28-56.40 (one more part to go.)
Any mistakes are there for your enjoyment - I'm a Swede translating Norwegian into English, which gives me two extra languages to føkk up. Ooops.
Also, there are a lot of starts, stops, pauses and unfinished sentences going on during the panel - I haven't cleaned that up, you're getting it just as it was said. So, yeah. Sorry, not sorry.
Anyway, translation (hopefully...) under the cut... part 1, part 2
Christopher Pahle: I see that the time is running away from us a bit and I’m going to… I would like to talk about the end scene in episode three, the one after the rave pre-party where Isak is cleaning and Even comes into the kitchen and they have that talk, that is something really…
Ulrikke Falch: Christmas pre-party, not rave pre-party.
Julie Andem: No, it’s…
CP: Revue pre-party, rave, Robyn as the soundtrack.
David Sjøholt: The Christmas pre-party is…
UF: Yeah. I didn’t really watch that.
CP: Do you have pictures of what’s after… um… picture number three. There’s a bit of dialogue about Sonja and so on where there are some lies about protheses and things like that. Um. And we see here [reads from the script that is shown on the screen]:
Even smiles. Silence settles between them. Isak lowers his guard. He wants to try and meet Even half way.
Isak [somewhat reluctant]: She’s cute, though.
Even understands what Isak is trying to do. Isak mulls it over and tastes the name.
Isak: Sonja.
Isak looks at Even. Even looks at Isak. There’s silence again. Don’t think the world has ever been this silent before. And the silence is unbearable. Isak keeps his eyes trained on his socks. One of the socks has a tiny hole and he can see the tip of his little toe. Isak thinks that he should make a note of today’s date so that when the day comes that the hole is big enough for his entire toe to stick out, he will be able to calculate how many days it takes for a hole in a sock to reach its final form. Maybe he can use it for something. In a discussion about socks or something. Even looks down at Isak’s feet. He takes a careful step closer. And then he calmly slides one foot over to Isak’s. Their toes meet. Isak’s gaze is locked, Even moves his other foot too, taking a step closer to Isak. Isak finds the courage to lift his head tentatively. Isak looks at Even’s mouth. Even looks at Isak’s mouth. And then there’s a thud from the living room. Like someone drops something heavy on the floor. They both turn towards the sound.
[ends script]
And of course it’s Noora that has returned. Typical Noora. But, um… I’m really fascinated by the way you’ve written the scene. Because all that, or, I mean, how should I put it, nothing that is written in that scene description is something that we actually see, but it’s all there. 
JA: Yes.
CP: And it is a rather unusual way to write scenes. Or that’s my impression anyway. 
JA: I often run very short of time. You have to remember that we film two episodes in three recording days. Which means that the more information, the more I can help the actors beforehand, the better. Like, there are some times when it’s like, I don’t have the time to write a script, I’ll just write that they meet in the corridor and then we’ll think of something while filming. But something like that, when I have to… That scene was hard to write because I had to wrap my head around the scene. I had to imagine what it was like to be Isak and stand there. And then those kinds of images are easier because, where is he looking? He’s looking at his socks, and there’s a hole there, and, like… then you can just write that because maybe it’ll help Tarjei in that scene.
CP: And do you remember, did you talk about it on set? Did he look at his sock?
JA: Yeah, I think he looked at his socks, I’m pretty sure about that. But they didn’t have any holes, as far as I… Did they? Do you remember? If we had made a hole?
Henrik Holm: He often had holes in his socks, but I don’t think he had it then.
JA: I can’t remember if we made a hole in those socks or what we did, or if he just thought about something else, I can’t remember.
HH: No, because you never filmed the socks.
JA: No. No.
HH: It was more that people could almost fantasise about what… 
JA: Yeah.
HH: That you helped Tarjei to actually think about something while he looks down. That it isn’t an empty look down there.
JA: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
HH: So that…
JA: He looks at his socks. Yes, because you see, the camera sees everything they think about, so if they just stand there and think that now I’ll just stand like this until Henrik takes a step closer, then… in those kinds of situations, it’s good to give them something to think about. And if you can give it already in the script then that’s even more effective.
CP: Yeah, and that’s what was a bit of an aha moment for me when I read the script. I understand a bit more where the intensity in these scenes come from. Or, it was really interesting to see that it was there already in the script. And so clearly written in a way. You’re really talented, Julie. [applause] Um… we’ll begin to move on towards the end, and we’re here because there are some very lovely supporters that have collected a lot of money to buy some scripts that they have donated. That is pretty amazing. Um. I thought… it has to be a kind of crazy experience that there are…
JA: It’s fantastic. It is… I began to cry when I read it. I think… I mean, it’s absolutely fantastic, like. I just got a message from someone who just, the script went for one hundred and nine thousand and I just, how is that possible, who could have bought it…
CP: These people here.
JA: And then I understood that… yeah, it was really, really touching.
CP [to the audience]: Do you want to clap a bit for yourselves? [applause] But, what I thought, or, I have, like, a suspicion that the people in the audience know more about Skam than you do. So what I want to do is have a small quiz where we… I thought you could be one team and then I have an agreement with some of the biggest supporters in the script gang who are going to be another team. Do you want to come up, you can go over there and grab microphones, it’s… and now I’ve forgotten your names, it is… Dijana, Stina and Bjørg. Who are the fan team. You can take the microphones over there, maybe? And then you’ll get some questions here, let’s see if it’s possible. We can…
JA: How does it work, how… We don’t even have any buzzers to push.
CP: Do you want a party blower?
JA: Yes. Thank you. [accept the party blower and blows into it]
CP: So. You are one team, uhh… And you are one team. And if you know the answer, then you blow, first come, first served.
JA: I think I’m best, but…
Carl Martin Eggesbø: Who’s best at blowing?
HH: I’m not great at blowing.
CM: You’re not great at blowing.
JA: No, I’m not great at blowing.
HH: I can blow.
CP: The important thing is that I hear a sound, if it doesn’t work then you can just shout.
JA: Okay, okay.
CP: It works, right?
The Fan Team: Yes.
CP: Are you ready then we’ll start. [the blowing continues]
UF [to David]: You’re destroying it. You’re destroying it.
HH: It’s very childish on stage.
DS: If you take it off, then it’s much faster.
HH: It’s like a child’s birthday.
CP: Then let’s play So You Think You Can Skam. The first question is, we’ll start a bit easy… [the cast continues to talk amongst themselves] Are you ready, or?
JA: Yes! You have to foc… hey! 
CP: Are you ready? Ulrikke?
JA: Be ready, Ulle. Be ready.
CP: What is… what is Vilde’s last name? I think it was over there [gestures at the fan team]
TFT: Lien. Hellerud Lien.
CP: Hellerud Lien. That’s correct.
JA: No. No. No.
CP: No?
UF: It’s the other way around. 
JA: It’s Lien Hellerud. [the cast celebrates, audience applause]
CP: But it says, on Skam Wikipedia it says that it’s the other way around? Either way, I assign one point to both teams. Next question. When is Isak’s birthday? [everyone blows their party blowers, Christopher covers his ears with his hands] I missed who was first, who… [to the fan team] it was you, of course it was.
TFT: Shall we say it together? 21 June.
CP: That is correct, and what year?
TFT: 99.
CP: What… 99, of course. Um… Very good. I’ll just… Here. Two points to you, one point to you. Who has to watch when Magnus and Vilde spit coffee in each other’s mouths?
UF [to David]: Do you want to say it?
DS: Umm… Noora and Even.
JA: NO! 
UF: Sana!
JA: David, don’t answer him again.
CP: Question four. Even and Isak’s toast recipe includes among other things bread and sweaty cheese. Name three other ingredients. 
HH [to Ulrikke]: You were first.
UF: No, I just did it so we get to answer.
HH: Pottagaldrar, umm… turmeric, and cardamom. No?
JA: Turmeric was cut.
HH: It was cut? [Henrik and Julie high fives.]
CP: I think I have to give…
HH: I can name more otherwise.
CP: …it over to the other team
TFT: American… umm… Caribbean…
HH: Caribbean jerk?
JA: God. Yes.
TFT: Cinnamon.
HH: Cinnamon.
TFT: And rosemary. 
CP: Yeah, that’s…
TFT: We’re a bit unsure, cardamom, was that really in there?
CP: Caribbean jerk…
JA: No, it…
TFT: It was lacking, Henrik.
CP: The answer is caribbean jerk barbecue, chilli, rosemary, pottagaldrar, cinnamon, pepper, and ketchup - as you see pictured at the end. But, very good.
JA: Because all that talking, that impro talking, about cardamom is really about pancakes or waffles and then we edited it as if it was them talking about…
HH: I remember when I watched the scene, I thought it was really weird, because… and then it became a thing, but… it was funny.
JA: Yes, that’s why I had to include it.
HH: Yeah, it was so funny.
CP: Question five, what does Eskild bring as a hostess gift to Sana’s Eid party?
CM: Hostess gift to Sana’s Eid party? It’s two börek that Eskild found under a stair at the filming location.
CP: Question six. So, the character that I identify with the most, we’ll see.. there. [picture of Noora and a teacher] It isn’t Noora, even if I got Noora in the personality quiz, but it’s Nora’s ‘chronicle’ teacher and what I want to know… or, first of all, why didn’t he get his own season? But what I want to know is, what colour is his hat? 
JA: Oh…
DS: Red.
JA: No, green. Dark green.
HH: I would have guessed red too.
JA: Black!
CP: It’s burgundy. Red. 
JA: Who said it?
UF: We said red. 
DS: I said red.
CP: At least it’s not black. Or dark green.
JA: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
CP: Someone took over the question and insisted that it was dark green.
JA: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Let him answer all questions from now on.
HH: It’s good that you weren’t in charge of costumes.
CP: Last question. Um. What is the last sentence that is said in the series? [Ulrikke blows and points to Henrik] Do we need it word for word?
HH: Are you pointing at me? 
UF: No, I just…
HH: I stood so far back that I didn’t even hear it!
DS: It’s Marlon’s speech. 
HH: It’s Marlon’s speech.
UF: Oh, yeah.
JA: Yeah, Fear spreads. But fortunately, love does too.
DS: But fortunately, love does too. Boom.
CP: Right. So that’s that, and it ended with three… and you…
UF: Four.
TFT: Did they win??
CP: It’s completely…
JA: No, in that case we need one more question.
CP: But I would like to disqualify the Vilde… the question about Vilde’s last name.
JA: Yeah, we should, because I got very unsure if that is what it says on a wikipedia page.
UF: No, but it’s you who’ve made it up?
DS: But you have…
JA: Yeah, but I… It's been many, many years since I made it up.
CP: But it’s taken…
JA: But I mean…
CP: It’s taken on a life of its own.
JA: I meant…
DS: Use your mobile to check it?
JA: But how do I check it? It’s in the other room.
DS: Mail?
[audience member shouts that it’s Lien Hellerud on NRKs Skam page]
DS: Lien Hellerud? So it was correct then?
JA: Yeah, then it’s correct. If it says so on Skam, then it’s correct. 
CP: Right. Then you will be awarded the prizes, which are, chilli, rosemary and cinnamon. That’s what they had, the rest was… 
JA: Whooo! Thank you. [hands Henrik one of the spice bottles]
HH: Nice.
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Writing Practice - Eating Mary Jane
Ok let me say that I will be changing names to protect the not so innocent.
Some fun things to know… As fun as I seem (and I am) I am quite personally controlled and regimented. Everyone else in my family regularly partakes in the Mary Jane and I treat her like a tinder date. At the time this story occurs: While I have partaken I had never personally purchased weed. My friends and I have gone to see Emmet Otters Jam Band in Saratoga, NY every year for 20+ years and as I mentioned this is usually the time I cut loose because Buttchug under the influence of anything is a force of nature.
Now picture it Irvington, New Jersey 2006. I get a call from my best friend Keg Stand. He informs me that his weed connection was out and I have to buy the weed for the concert. I informed him that I don’t know where to even get weed. He then says “buttchug you’re black and you live outside of Newark. You just need to step outside.” We get off the phone and I forget about it.
I arrive at Keg Stands house (he lives somewhere in NY between NYC and Saratoga) he asks me if I brought week and I told him I didn’t. We start to argue and in trying to fix the situation I said one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever said. “Fine! I’ll call my mom.”
Apparently my moms connection was out too and she got her shit from my kid sisters dealer. So here I am calling my kid sister to get her dealers info. Long story short (too late) after my sister makes fun of me. I bought weed for the first time.
Now Keg Stand and I didn’t just buy the weed to roll blunts. We did some of that but we decided for the first time to make brownies. Which neither of us had tried let alone make. We follow some recipe on the internet and voila brownies. We decide to try a small piece to see if we got it right…and nothing. So we each eat a whole brownie before we got on the road.
About 40 minutes into this three hour drive to Saratoga the brownies hit the two of us almost simultaneously.
Keg stand said last thing either of us said before we arrived in Saratoga was “we didn’t fuck up the brownies”
High as fuck, we arrive in Saratoga and go to our friend Tee Ball’s house (this name hasn’t been changed. We set him up for a three some and he whiffed like a kid striking out in tee ball) Tee Ball at the time lived with his dad and they let us crash after the show. Keg stand and I get it together long enough to make pleasantries with Tee Ball sr. and grab Tee Ball before we head to the concert.
We give Tee Ball a brownie and decided that he just can’t have one alone so Keg Stand and I each have another brownie.
At this time every year that we’ve seen Emmet Otters Jam Band we parked in the same spot and tailgated knowing that we’d meet up with a lot of the same people. We usually have a sprawling set up with booze, barbecue and good tunes. And we packed all of those things but set up literally none of it for the first three hours. I literally sat in a chair staring at the woods thinking I was watching Avatar. (It was 2009 not 2006-ooops).
Eventually we get our shit together and in celebration what do you think we did? You guessed it another brownie.
So after about an hour, very high we get our usual set up going. Everyone is having a good time despite the cops walking around being assholes. At this point we all get paranoid and we all decide to play “spot the undercover narc”. Tee Ball and Keg stand thought it was this crunchy middle aged dude. I disagreed I thought it was this young dude trying to convince girls that this game “frisbeer” was a thing. If you’ve never seen it you have two sticks and a beer bottle goes on each about 25 feet away. The rules are fuzzy to me but you have to hit the bottle with the frisbee or something. That guy, the frisbeer aficionado was my pick for the narc. I look over at Tee ball who is watching this game with me and think. “This game is fucking stupid” Tee ball turns and looks at me and with the biggest shit eating grin he nods yes. “Holy shit! Am I telepathic?! Can you read my mind? Tee ball nods yes. “Tee ball! I think this guy is our narc he’s trying too hard with frisbeer. This game is made up” Tee ball nods again. Making me sure of our telepathic connection. Sadly, while I was telepathic, I never gained the ability to see the future and I was wrong about frisbeer. It took off and I see dumb white people playing it at tailgates now.
Epilogue…our telepathic connection was broken by a scream of “WE GOT A RUNNER”. Across the parking lot one kid is evading cops on foot, car and horseback. He needed to cross the field we were on and then he would have lost them in the woods. Hundreds of high, drunk Emmet Otter’s Jam band fans are chanting “fuck the police” because this kid is about win at GTA when the crunchy middle aged dude comes out of nowhere and body checks the kid to the ground. My friends were right about who narc was. The cops apprehend the kid and force us all to pack up and walk to the concert. The brownies hit me the hardest mid concert and I slept through most of it.
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smurkioff2 · 2 years
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I sat in her driveway, finally watching she pulled up. I could see the attitude all in her grill.
Sounded crazy to be sitting outside her shit I know, but since finding out Vanni was mine and our blow up earlier, I been trying to talk to her ass and she ain’t answered me. I think her stupid ass blocked me too.
Hopping out, I watched as she pulled the baby out the car, looking over her shoulder and smacking her teeth.
“Yo stop just popping up and sh-”
“Ay, I’m being respectful. Stop with he stupid shit. Let’s go in the crib and talk”
She rolled her eyes, putting the bookbag over her shoulder with Vanni on her arm. I watched as her son hopped out on the other side. I remember when I met her, he was only 2. I watched him grow up. I regret a lot but hopefully me and her can make it right when it comes to the kids.
“I got new stuff at my school”
Kody spoke. Showing me his arm full of stuff as we walked in the house.
“Word, that’s wassup man”
He smiled, running ahead to take his shoes off.
“mommy can I go swimming?”
“Ummm no, sit down and get your homework out please”
Dream spoke. I watched as she made sure they were both settled, kody at the island and Vanni in her walker with puffs before we walked up the steps to her room.
I ain’t really know how to approach this shit. I ain’t never been in nothing like this. And the way her temper set up, ima fold her ass.
“You really had the audacity to swab my baby… as if I’m a fucking hoe”.
“Man it ain’t nothing like that, I just was being completely sure. It wasn’t about you being a hoe, but you never told me! What the fuck else was I suppose to think”
She scoffed, walking into her closet. I stood back, looking around her room, seeing her come out fully changed and with her hair up.
“I didn’t tell you because you just, left us. Left me, left Kody, especially Kody. My baby loved the fuck out of you. And you knew that, and left us for some poppin for the moment ass bitch!”
She wiped the brim of her eye and shook her head. I’ll eat that, I fucked up. I left, I did some trash as shit.
“But if you would have told me about my baby, I would have been here”
“So what, you know what it is, now what?”
I exhaled abs shrugged my shoulders.
“I’ll follow ya lead. I’m trynna right my fuck up. With both of them. You feel me. Wanna get em’ to school, put em’ to bed. I’m here now. Just trynna do right”
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Dream
“I know you mad at me, but it had to be done, honestly babe”
Ming nagged. I rolled my eyes, pouring myself another glass of wine. Like I said, her ass came over today as did my babe Jayda with her son Tristan . So here we are, just chatting with wine and food.
“Yeah yeah yeah. And your ass got missing too cause you knew, you knew I was gonna cuss you out”
She laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
“Bitch anyway, how’d it go?
Jayda spoke. I nodded, sipping my wine.
“Oh she with him right now”
They both laughed and I shrugged. Mine as well. Shit.
“Already”
Ming questioned. I nodded my head. I had to jump head first into it. I told Jon everything he need to know so he either gonna sink or swim.
“Yep, already. He wanted to. I’m not gonna be that parent to be greedy with my kids. I want a break, I want me time. I wanna get back to traveling without kids. We can coexist and coparent in a healthy manner “
They both nodded.
“Yeah so, he took Yovanni tonight. And tomorrow he wants to pick Kody up from school.“
“Kody?! He’s gonna get Kody”
I smiled and nodded. And I didn’t ask him. He wants to. He doesn’t wanna leave my baby out, I love that for Kody.
“Ooop, and he posted Vanni”
Picking my phone up, I went straight to his page and sure enough. There was my baby.
Quavohuncho
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I smiled. Already got my baby dressed like a little boy. As soon as I was about to lock my screen, what do you. A flood of tweets from a hating ass girl
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valerie · 2 years
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TWITL - week twenty-five - long weekend
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So I misnumbered last week's post. It should have been week twenty-four. Ooops! I've corrected it but it was tweeted out wrong and posted to my FB wrong as well. Oh well! It's Sunday going into Monday and my first long weekend of summer break. I plan on enjoying these moments, as one should... https://flic.kr/p/2nu13va MOVIES The Fabulous Filipino Brothers - I very much enjoyed this one because 1) it's about a Filipino family, 2) it was funny, 3) it was set super locally in nearby Pittsburg. It looks like they filmed locally as we did find the family house on Google Maps and one of the restaurants featured is actually one out here. It was a very fun watch and if you're Filipino or just interested in experiences of other American cultures, I would definitely recommend it. Baahubali: The Beginning - Another Indian movie from S. S. Rajamouli (RRR). Love the gorgeous visuals, the action, the emotion. It definitely ends on a cliffhanger but I enjoyed everything leading up to the end. Can't wait to watch the conclusion! The Fifth Element - One of my favorite all-time movies is in the theatres for a couple of days and we just couldn't resist. The movie still holds up on the big screen. Not sure if we ever watched it during its original theatrical run but I'm so glad that we got to see this time. It still looks good and even if you know what happens, it's just as entertaining as the first viewing. https://flic.kr/p/2nuEvbQ Elvis - I don’t think I was too interested in this movie when it was first announced but Priscilla Presley and Lisa Marie Presley’s praise for it gave me pause and soon enough, I thought, why not watch it? Maybe I will see what they see in it. I didn’t really think that Austin Butler physically favored Elvis but I guess I just needed to see him move and talk like him. The movie is GORGEOUS, on the eyes and in the ears. The way Elvis' music was used just added such depth to a story we all know, if just in bits and pieces. I consider myself a fair Elvis fan-- I enjoy much of his music, I’ve seen Blue Hawaii a few times, and if I think about it long enough, he was probably my first exposure to the whole fan phenomenon. Not my own, but the people in my family. My dad likes to sing his songs and I remember going to a couple of shows of Elvis to the Max (IYKYK). Even though I’m probably considered “young” to be a fan of Elvis, as he died when I was six, his music has been part of my whole life. Even a movie as long as Elvis cannot encompass the whole of his life so there were many broad strokes and liberties taken to his story in this telling, with the focus being on his relationship with Colonel Tom Parker. It was well done. Austin Butler as Elvis was fantastic. He had the voice and the moves and the heart. If there’s ever been an Oscar turn, this one is it, imho. His story doesn’t have a happy ending, which accounts for some of the tears I had by the roll of the credits. They chose to end the movie with “In the Ghetto,” and a different memory sprang to mind, which doubled my tears. I thought back to a moment in 1999, sitting in the audience at the Nob Hill Masonic Center, while Kevin Smith (he played Ares on Hercules and Xena) sang “In the Ghetto” for the evening cabaret during the weekend’s Herc/Xena convention. I remember closing my eyes and just listening as Kevin seemed to channel Elvis with his rendition of the song. When I hear that song, I try to listen for Kevin. So hearing it at the end of the movie made me cry not only for Elvis and his life but for Kevin and his. It felt so oddly and singularly personal, which is probably why this film feels like a gut punch, beautiful and haunting... https://flic.kr/p/2ntYRiS I just don't know what to say about the state of our country right now. I don't know enough to speak on anything but I do know that I'm EXHAUSTED by the continual doom. I don't have any solutions so I choose to be positive about the things I can. I tell myself to be a good person, a compassionate soul, a listener. I'd rather make someone smile than inflict misery on anyone. I'd rather focus on what I can control than the things I cannot. It doesn't mean I don't care because I most certainly do... My cousin mentioned that she heard the song "Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House and it reminded her of me. Something about a dance. I smiled because the memory was my Junior Prom and I realized I've told the story many times but I've never written it down. I should write it down someday... “… Now I'm walking again To the beat of a drum And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart Only shadows ahead Barely clearing the roof Get to know the feeling of liberation and release … Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now When the world comes in They come, they come To build a wall between us You know they won't win.." Read the full article
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katnissmellarkkk · 2 years
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Hiii! Like ten hours late but here’s my take on the first prompt Stockings from @everlarkedalways’ Everlark Christmas Month list. It’s short and basically unedited — but that’s become v on brand for me as of late and why must we be too uptight or perfectionistic — but I hope y’all enjoy it! It was fun to write. It’s set about 9 years Post-Mockingjay.
Oh and it accidentally became a canon divergence partway through writing it… I think you can pretty easily see where I changed the ending of the books… 😆. I think it adds something extra to the holiday cheer though. 🤷🏼‍♀️
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Day One : Stockings
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“Peeta,” I say, my tone just a little exasperated.
“Shh,” he immediately hushes me and I reach with the fire poker to jab him.
He swiftly avoids the metal stick and goes back to hanging my stocking over the hearth.
“This is over the top,” I retort as he steps back to admire his work.
“No,” my little sister cuts in, coming up behind Peeta with her own stocking in hand. “It’s just the right of holiday spirit,” she insists and shares a look of solidarity with my husband.
It’s been years since the war ended, since that day in the Capitol Square, where those bombs went off and took the lives of countless children. A little less devastatingly, the same bombs also a leg and arm from Prim.
And yet, nothing — not even an arm and leg made of plastic and metal — manages to dampen her holiday cheer. Two years after the war, District One and Two took on a holiday a week before New Years. A couple years later, Three and Seven also made it part of their community and slowly the festivities spread across Panem but I figured it wouldn’t make it all the way to Twelve.
Now nine years after the games, the rebellion and the war — and with three limbs lost between Peeta and Prim — Yuleday has finally made its way to Twelve.
“We knew she’d be a wet noodle,” Prim remarks to Peeta, acting like I’m not here as she rises up on tiptoe to hang her pink stocking next to mine.
“Excuse me,” I start to complain but Peeta comes to sit on the chair behind me, tugging me to sit on his lap.
“I love your terrible holiday spirit. It’s the kind of consistency I’ve come to count on,” he teases and I shoot him a glare.
“Give him a break, Katniss,” Prim says, stepping back and admiring the three stockings, just as Peeta did. Unconsciously she rubs her metal hand with the flesh of her real one, the mere moments of leaning over the fire heating the prosthetic up quickly.
She catches me staring and rolls her eyes. “Stop,” she orders. “Or I’ll put my burning hot hand on your cheek.”
“I wasn’t looking at you,” I immediately defend but she doesn’t buy it.
“Look at the stocking your husband made you,” she suggests sardonically.
“I could have made that,” I say, eyeing the dark green stocking with my name printed in careful gold cursive.
“You could have. But you didn’t,” Peeta betrays, chuckling at his own joke.
Prim joins in and I huff, standing from Peeta’s lap and making my way out of the living room and towards the front door. “I’m going to go out and find your husband, Prim. Maybe he won’t gang up against me,” I taunt, shooting Peeta a meaningful look.
He’s undeterred though. “I’m sure he will. Your an easy target, my love.”
“If you do see him, tell him I’m not making his stocking for him. He makes it himself or he doesn’t get one,” Prim asserts, setting aside the last blank one, it’s chocolate color a nice contrast to her light pink, my dark green or Peeta’s delicate orange.
“I’ll make sure to let him know,” I quip, grabbing my father’s old jacket — that’s hanging on by it’s last thread at this point — and pulling it on.
Peeta murmurs something to Prim as he kneels down to build up the fire some more and she laughs loudly. And my chest constricts in the best way possible, as I peer back in to see my little sister and my husband, the two people I love more than life itself, smiling at each other.
I may be a wet noodle — or whatever phrase Prim has attached onto in reference to my lack of holiday cheer — but, though I wouldn’t admit it out loud, I can’t help but fill with gratitude during this time of the year.
I may not care for all the parties and drinking and public dancing — or all the people in general — but I care for them. I care for their happiness. And if hanging stockings with our names on them over a fire brings them joy then this is a wonderful time of year.
Not that I’ll tell them that.
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midgardianweasley · 3 years
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I beg you with my life, PLEEAAAASE can we have a Natasha x female reader where Reader comes back from a one month mission and sneaks into the compound to surprise Natasha who’s sitting in the living room with Tony. He sees reader sneaking up on her and all he says is “Natasha, do me a favor and don’t move.” As she’s very confused, reader jumps from behind her and wraps her arms around her red head. JUST FLUFF FOR DAYS!! (I will forever be in debt with you if you do this request!)😭🙏🥺🥰
of course! I hope it's okay love. I also thought this request would be the perfect way to apologise for my angst earlier lmaoo<33
I’m back!
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
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Summary: Y/N returns from a month-long mission, eager to see her girlfriend. Though her girlfriend literally doesn’t see her coming.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Pureeee fluff
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Requests are open <3
“God, I can’t wait to get back and shower. I feel disgusting.” Clint announced to the other team members in the quinjet. Everyone tiredly nodding their heads in agreement.
Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Clint, alongside you, had spent the last month trying to infiltrate one of the HYDRA bases in Siberia. The sole intent being to take back stolen records and information about some military weapons that they were planning on using to invade other countries. It was supposed to be a simple ‘in and out’ job, a week, max. However, when you all saw that the base was more heavily guarded than expected, you all knew immediately that it wouldn’t be the case.
“Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N here is gonna be making a beeline for her girlfriend.” Sam nudged you with his elbow, a smirk plastered on his face. A blush crept up to your cheeks, reddening in slight embarrassment.
As it turns out, a month away from Natasha hadn’t done wonders for you. She wasn’t able to come on this mission, having to stay and hunt through files with some of the SHIELD agents at headquarters. Of course you were fully capable of being away from each other, but it had been at least 4 weeks now, 3 more than expected. You had missed her. To be honest, hearing the news that you’d be heading home today filled you with more happiness than knowing you’d retrieved the stolen files.
“Uh huh, don’t make me cut off those wings, Falcon.” You narrowed your eyes playfully towards him as you gave him the completely empty threat, still, he raised his hands in surrender, making the rest of the team snigger at your antics.
With hearing the quiet hum of the quinjet and murmurs of small talk coming from your team, you sat with a content smile, feeling your eyelids beginning to flutter shut, finally able to relax knowing that in no time at all, you’d be back in Natasha’s arms.
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“Hey, Y/N, wake up”
Groaning slightly, your eyes slowly opened once again, squinting as they adjusted back to the bright lights. Once they’d focused a bit more, you took in the fact that Wanda was standing in front of you, her hand resting on your shoulder as she held a relaxed smile.
“We’re back.” She tilted her head as she encouraged you to look to your left, seeing the familiar building only a small walk away. The sight instantly filled you with energy, nothing except excitement now running through your veins.
With a quick smile sent in Wanda’s direction, you jumped from your seat and started to rush off, leaving the team in the dust as they laughed among themselves.
“She’s like a puppy.”
“She’s in loveee” Clint responded to Steve’s comment
“Leave her be, at least she’s happy.” Wanda piped in after catching up with the others, watching you run up to the doors of the compound, with absolutely no care in the world.
They enjoyed seeing you so full of life. It was nice to witness, especially after missions like the one they’d just gone on, where everyone is left exhausted and burnt out. You were tired too, of course, but you’d always tried to keep spirits high and moods lifted. It was something the team admired about you, Nat especially. She always loved coming home after a mission or just a day out and knowing that you’d be there to welcome her back.
It was almost routine that after an intense mission, you’d both take the evening off to spend time together and let the stress of the day roll off your backs. The two of you would often take a long shower together, just to feel close to one another and take the time to wash each other’s hair, engaging in the occasional stolen kiss and wrap up in towels afterwards.
You’d both stand in front of your bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth and making silly faces at the other and the sink was always guaranteed to be covered in toothpaste afterwards. It was a treasured time together. Time that you and Natasha had missed dearly in your absence. Not for much longer though.
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Walking up the last set of stairs, you peeked round each doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of some short red hair belonging to your girlfriend, not a middle aged SHIELD agent who was getting himself coffee. Ooops.
It wasn’t long before you heard some muffled chatter coming from the main seating room in the building, where most people went to hang out when they had nothing else to do, or have their movie nights. You hadn’t paid much attention, until you heard a familiar voice, laced with a slight russian accent speak close by, causing your stomach to fill with the same butterflies you felt on the day you met her.
You stepped forward, careful to not make too much of a sound in the hopes to surprise her, not entirely certain about how it would go down considering she’s a trained spy. However, hope was ignited when you saw Tony Stark talking to her, knowing he’d go along with your plan.
It wasn’t long before he noticed you in the doorway, quick to see that you’d raised a finger to your lips, silently telling him to not reveal that you were there. He didn’t even need to say a word as he turned back to Natasha with an overly concerned look on his face, taking note of how close you were getting.
“And then Fury was saying that we’d been looking through the wrong-”
“Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.” You had to cover your mouth at his interruption so you wouldn’t burst into laughter and blow your cover, fully able to picture the look on Nat’s face right now. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay?”
“Don’t move a muscle.” She listened, but you could see her back noticeably tense up at the request, instantly defensive at what was behind her. Oh boy.
Taking this as your que, you hurried the last few steps, coming up right behind her and threw your arms around her neck, burying your face into her neck in the process as you let out giggles you’d been holding for minutes previous.
It took her a minute to process, almost jumping out of her skin at the contact, but she soon relaxed when she realised who it was, her hand coming up to run through your hair that was all over the place.
“Hi baby.” She smiled.
“Hi. I’m back.”
“I see this. Gotta say, this is one of my favourite surprises.” You both leaned in for a kiss, only a breath away when you heard someone purposely clear their throat.
“Hi, hello, one, you’re welcome for the surprise Romanoff, I’d like some artistic credit, thank you.” Nat rolled her eyes. “Second, it’s great to have you back, but respectfully, please get a room.”
With one last exaggerated sigh, the pair of you walked out the room, Natasha tugging her hand into yours and holding on tightly, fully appreciating having you back home with her. She turned to face you, emerald eyes sparkling as they met yours, whispering a question that’s plagued her mind since you walked in.
“So, shower?”
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mingis-lightbulb · 2 years
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Yandere Seonghwa and Hongjoong Headcanons!
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Think of an overprotective, loving and motherly best friend...
That you soon find out is madly in love with you and will harm anyone that breaths or looks at you wrong. (took a hard left didn’t it?)
Seonghwa is gentle at first, he wants you to trust him fully and honestly, how can’t you?
Seonghwa brings you snacks and food, he’ll constantly check on your health, he’ll make sure you’re praticing self care and love, and he’ll defend you from bullies and other that are mean to you.
Speaking of which, he takes now bullshit from others. People will never speak ill of you, and if they have the balls to do it infront of him.
They won’t be seen for the next few days until they suddenly end up in the hospital. So don’t speak ill of his s/o, it won’t end pretty.
Seonghwa is (unfortunately) the choukyou-gata, also known as the training type.He is very strict when it comes to you, if you’re going to end up dating him he has a set of rules he wants you to follow them.
No close males friends (unless its his friends or he approves of them), no leaving out after 7:00pm, No revealing clothes unless they’re for him, etc.
He goes above and beyond to make sure that you follow them, he takes them very seriously.
“What did I say? No friends while I’m gone~. Seems like I need to punish you baby, Ah Ah, don’t scream, it won’t hurt~”
He would prefer you call him Daddy, Sir, Master, etc.
Seonghwa would probably punish you for not calling him the names stated above, he’s you darling and its just something that he’ll love to hear from you.
Seonghwa is also a haijo-gata type, also known as the removal type. (Oh boy we just have a bundle of fun here don’t we?)
He will slowly take you away from your friends, he’ll say that they are a bad influence, that they are dangerous, and that they are not good for you.
Your family is safe for now, but if they try to convince you that Seonghwa is bad for you. (Ooops, big ‘ol mistake)
He will forbid you from seeing/contacting you in a heartbeat.
“See. I told you, they just want to take you away from me baby..”
“And I can not have that~”
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Hongjoong would be your best friend already, he would know so much about you. 
Your mom and dad love him, they want you to date him/find someone like him, he’s already solidified his spot in your life.
You’ll barely notice any change in his behavior, but you do notice that your friends are beginning to speak ill of your best friend.
Confused and a little upset, you’d defend Hongjoong, not knowing how correct your friend were about him.
Hongjoong is a mix of the choukyou-gata type and the suuhai-gata (worship type) with a dash of suuchaku type.
Hongjoong loves you, and he wants you to know it. Form telling you everyday to buying your favorite things. Joongie wants to be the only one in your heart.
With that said, he won’t hesitate to kill anyone who speaks bad about him to you. he can’t have someone ruin the reputation he’s spent so long building up with you.
“Huh? (f/n) went missing? Oh no, come here Jagiya..don’t worry we’ll find her”
Slowly, your friends begin either distancing themselves from you or just straight up disappearing one by one, making you scared.
You’re worried that whoever is doing this is gonna come after you and Hongjoong.
Hongjoong would just have a smirk on his features, he’s achieved what he wants.
He has his darling running into his arms, scared of the big bad world and he is here to defend you from it.
As long as you stay with him, there nothing to be afraid of....for now.
“Don’t worry my darling, I’ll be here, you don’t have to worry anymore...”
“We’ll be together, forever..”
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Whoo are you the lucky one~ (not really but good for you for snagging both of their hearts)
They are very strict, they will be watching over you like a hawk. Though luckily, Hongjoong is more chill than Seonghwa.
Seonghwa wants you to follow their rules to the tea. He has a very low tolerance for disobedience and will discipline you if needed. While Hongjoong loves it when you break rules, he loves holding you and telling you that you’ve been a really bad girl.
The two of them will never let you do anything on your own.
Oh you wanna go to the store to get clothes? Oh their coming with you, helping them pick out. You want to go to the park? Its a family outing now! Oh you want to cook in the kitchen, prepare for hands on your waist, lips on your neck.
Speaking of which, Seonghwa loves your waist. His hands are always there, holding it his hands gripping and pulling you closely.
Hongjoong loves your breasts. He loves just holding them when his frustrated. It calms him and he lives holding you in his arms.
You wont be leaving them anytime soon, they'll have you wrapped around their fingers.
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hollandcrush · 3 years
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a golf lesson
day 3: impact play + overstimulation
kinkmas series: tom holland x reader
word count: 1,313
warnings: slight degradation + humiliation, fingering, oral (f.rec), dom!tom, sub!reader, daddy kink?, use of the word cunt, overstimulation, squirting, golf club play, praise, mention of exhibitionism.
a/n: i’m so sorry for this. my mind is not okay, i might think about this a lil too much. ooops. but its erm- different. we would love a golf lesson over here. but enjoy and sorry for any mistakes or bad writing. all the feedback is much appreciated. and also if you want any of the remaining days to be with specific characters or au, send me a message/ask. i don’t bite x
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“tom, you’re not even home two hours and your off to play golf with the boys.” you complained folding your arms up against your chest. “i understand you haven’t seen them in a while, but i wanna spend time with you. i’m your girlfriend for god sake. i missed you.”
tom had just returned from america after filming another marvel film. he had been gone for nearly five months. you hadn’t seen or touched him in far too long. yes, it was childish of you to beg your boyfriend to stay but you didn’t care. you wanted him.
tom fixed his watch around his wrist, a smirk sat on his face. he sucked his teeth causing his jaw to sharpen. he still payed no attention to you his focus fixated on his outfit. he straightened his pink polo then his black khaki pants.
“tom for fuck sake. look at me.”
his eyes darted towards you, looking at you not impressed by your attitude. tom took a few steps forward. you were only mere centimeters away. a devious smile plastered on his handsome face.
“i leave you for a few months and what? you turn into a brat? thought I taught you better than that.”
that statement made you slip right back into a submissive state. you dropped you head, embarrassed to even look at him. you hated disappointing him. tom’s fingertips glided over your cheekbone tucking a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. you felt his hot breath against your skin.
“strip. i obviously need to teach my little brat a lesson.”
your breath hitched. deciding not to make the situation worse than it already was, you started to peel off the floral print dress from your body exposing the set of lingerie. it was red, tom’s favourite colour on you. his hand grabbed your waist pulling you close. his hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“you look rather delicious, darling.” he growled pushing your body towards the couch.
he threw you onto the couch like a rag doll. he got on his knees as if he was about to say a prayer. his hands grabbed your thighs, forcefully opening them. he bit his lip, hungry to taste you. “won’t you look at this. my little girl has drenched her panties and I haven’t even touched her. how pathetic.”
you wished the couch could engulf you as you burned up from the humiliation. it was true, you were soaked just thinking about how tom was going to use you. all the things he could do to you.
“here’s how this is gonna play out. i’m gonna give you what your pretty little cunt wants. over and over again. i don’t want to hear any complaints from you either. understood?”
you nodded rapidly, just wanting to feel him take control of your body. “you remember our system? red, yellow, green.” he asked rubbing your inner thigh.
“yes tommy.” slap.
“yes what?”
“yes daddy.” you corrected.
“good girl. now baby, how bout we tend to this greedy pussy.”
tom had no interest in teasing you today getting straight to the point. he moved your panties to the side give a long lick between your folds. you inhaled sharply. his tongue traveled up and down, exploring the familiar part, relishing the taste.
he easily found the sensitive bundle of nerves. his mouth sucking, licking and teething at the tissue. loud moans filled the room as he continued ruthlessly attacking the bud. the tip of his tongue flicked at it while his eyes fixated on your face causing a knot to form in the pit of your stomach.
your hand flew down to hold his head, the other clinging to the back of the couch. you pulled at the roots causing him to moan, sending the vibrations to shoot all over your body. “daddy, i am close already. shit.” you cried.
tom smiled knowing exactly how to push you over the edge. his finger gentle teased your entrance before sliding a digit in. he continued to pump in and out before adding another finger making sure to be attentive to your g-spot. the motion of curling and scissoring his digits pushed you to your first climax. you couldn’t hold back screams and moans. oh how tom missed your sounds.
he didn’t let you recover from your orgasm before he was sticking his tongue in your warm hole. your back arched and toes curled, the thick muscle stretching you delightfully. tom was eating you out like it was his last meal. his tongue was deep, filling you up nicely. he worked his fingers against your clit making you jolt. your body tried to run but his free arm anchored around your thigh holding you close. there was no escaping the intense pleasure.
it wasn’t long before you came all over his tongue. he gladly cleaned up every last drop, savouring the sweet taste. his chin was covered in your juices as he pulled away to admire the mess he created between your legs. tom watched your chest heave up and down, trying to allow your body to recover. 
tom got up off his knees and walked away. you whimpered needing him to come back, missing his touch already. you closed your eyes trying to focus on the feeling of ecstasy that ran through your body. however, you shot them back open when you heard a thump on the ground in front of you. tom was back on his knees with his golf clubs beside him. you looked at him, wondering what was his plan.
“remember our system? tell me?”
“yes. yes. green, yellow, red.” you responded eagerly.
tom smiled grabbing his polished driver from the bag. he teased the metal of the head against your inner thigh. the cold sensation cooled your burning skin. toes curled in anticipation.
“now baby. i’m gonna make you cum all over my clubs and then, i’m gonna bring these to the course with me. imagine, all the boys watching me play with those cum covered clubs. you love it. your little hole is clutching at the thought. you dirty whore.”
“daddyy..” you cried, your thighs quaking.
tom swiped the grip covered handle between your folds. covering them in your wetness. “shushh darling. trust me.”
he flipped the club around so the head was near your cunt. toms eyes were dark. lust filled them. his fingers dipped back into your soaking cunt, filling you up once again. you threw your head back moaning.
tom took you by surprise as he placed the cold metal on your clit. you screamed at the sensation. “daddy, oh god. fuck- fuckkk.” your legs squeezed shut, but unable to close as tom was between them.
“look at you. getting off on my golf clubs. imagine if someone walked past these windows. its the middle of the day, anyone could see how desperate you are for me. shit your so sexy.”
the thought of being caught made you even wetter, if that was even possible. toms fingers continued to pump in and out while the club pressured your clit. he moved it in harsh circles, overwhelming your body. tears trickled down your face. your voice started to crack from the constant moans, screams and pleas tearing from your throat.
you could feel the knot in the pit in your stomach grow. with toms fingers hitting your spot with every thrust, his club stimulating your clit,  you knew you were about to reach your high. “daddy, please, i am- i’m gonna cum. again.” you panted.
“you look so pretty right now, so vulnerable. let go fo’ me, cum all over the club like the slut i know you are.”
and so you did. the coil in your stomach exploded, your juices spraying everywhere. you screamed unable to comprehend the feeling. your thighs and stomach contracted throwing your body off the couch as your feet planted into the ground. tom’s large hands coaxing you through the intense high.
once you calmed he ran the handle through the soaked folds, biting his lip at the view. he teased your hole by poking it with the handle-end of the club, slightly penetrating the drenched entrance. you whined as tom quickly removed the club completely, leaving you empty.
“baby you just squirted everywhere. such a good girl.” he praised kissing your inner thigh before placing the wet club back into the bag. your eyelids hung heavy, barely able to function. your body twitched as the after shocks passed through. he looked at you with a sinister expression glossed over his face, proud of his work.
“one down, only thirteen more to go.”
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shushiyuii · 3 years
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Karlnapity noms? Angst at the beginning but fluff at the end? You can choose the sizes ^^
Ooop- been a good minute since i've posted, doing a lot better but headaches still playing up. It's taken me two days to write this but i hope its good- If you want a part 2 you're welcome to let me know uwu
Warnings: Soft vore, mentions of break ups
Words: 1.1K+
Being a traveller of time meant a lot of different things had been seen, some good others bad. For example, seeing futures in which the worst possibilities happen so it’s Karl’s job to make sure these things don’t happen in present times.
The last time he had travelled was rather fuzzy. It was unclear, he couldn’t remember it clearly, but he remembered it consisted of his ex’s Sapnap and Quackity.
In the present timeline, he knew the three of them had separated. It wasn’t on bad terms; it was just the three of them hadn’t been talking. Quackity working on Las Nevadas, Sapnap working on Kinoko Kingdom and Karl with his whole time-travelling thing.
He knew he was mainly the balance of the three, he hadn’t meant for the three of them to separate but his memories played so much to a point he sometimes couldn’t even remember who they were sometimes.
He had been using whatever techniques possible to remember and they worked, he could remember everything once he reread his journal, so he kept a wristband on him that always said, “Read the journal”.
He sat under a tree, moping, wandering what to do. He honestly felt lost whenever there wasn’t any travelling or his ex-partners. He missed them dearly but how was he supposed to explain the fact he’d been time travelling? No way they’d believe him.
“Hey, Karl! Been a while!”. He turned his attention to the new voice, it was Quackity’s. “Oh, hey Quacks”. He was rather surprised to see Quackity here, it was rare that he visited. “What’s happening?”.
“Thought I’d pop by, y’know. It’s been a while”. He hummed, “Yeah. Okay. How have you been?”, asked Karl. “Been good, working on Las Nevadas and shit. How about you?”.
“Uhm, difficult to say.”, “Really?” His face turned to one of concern, despite them no longer being together it was clear that they loved each other. “Are you in deep shit or something? Can I help?”.
“I guess you could say that. But it’s nothing inheritably bad, I think”, “You think? Karl that doesn’t inheritably sound good”. “D-don’t worry about it”.
There was soon crunching of leaves and branches, and out came the head of Sapnap, “Oh Quackity! Karl! Hey”. “Sappy!”. Quackity said enthusiastically as he approached Sapnap, kissing him on the check. At least they obviously still cared for each other, unlike with him.
Karl looked away slightly, downwards. “You okay Karl?”, “Yeah just fine!” he put on a fake smile and stood up, approaching the two of them.
Big mistake.
Karl got a bad headache and collapsed to the floor on his knees, Sapnap and Quackity came over to Karl, worried but before they could ask a flash embraced them.
The next thing they open their eyes to was a giant, white castle with Karl walking up the stairway, staring in boredom as if he’d been there before, the other two stared up in awe.
The two looked at Karl as he casually walked up the stairway, “Karl, you okay?”, Karl sighed and looked down at the two of them.
“This is the In between, where I’ve been disappearing off to, where my memories go and stuff. Where I basically time travel”. Karl speaks with a bored tone, the other two take a minute to process it.
The fact that their ex-partner wasn’t really lying but in fact was actually travelling through different times and had suffered whilst doing it. Suffered alone. “Karl, god. How many times have you done something like this?”.
“Many, I’ve even seen times of us. Some I don’t even want to talk about”. Karl looked away in a sort of frustration.
It was clear to them that Karl had suffered from this that he had no control over, clear enough that they got dragged into it, now they had to fix it.
Quackity looked to Sapnap with concern, held his hand and followed Karl to the entrance much to their confusion. Soon enough he stopped at what seemed to be a bedroom, “What now?”.
“I usually just wait, it’ll happen eventually”, “What will happen?” asked Sapnap. “The travel, soon enough we’ll be teleported to which time they wish.”.
“They?”. “I don’t know, I just call them that”. “Karl?”, he hummed. “We’re sorry”.
“It’s fine Quackity, Sapnap”. He sighed.
After that some time passed, them all huddling together.
But it didn’t last long as they were finally transported, the place was covered in vines, ruined, overgrown. It was mystically beautiful yet there was something strangely off about it.
The strangeness was revealed when Sapnap stepped on a branch, it set off some sort of trap. Causing skeletons covered in leaves to attack, immediately whipping around and turning to his fiances, well, ex fiances.
He held them close with his arms as he shifted size, him turning gigantic. Each fiancé in a hand as he stopped at the incoming skeletons, but they kept coming. Quackity tried to yell for Sapnap to calm down in his panicked state, but it seemed like that wasn’t going to work.
Karl tried to think reasonably, or something that could help them in this situation, but his racing mind came to nothing. They were stuck.
Sapnap couldn’t fight with his hands occupied, he had to keep his fiances- ex-partners safe. He’s done it before with them, so he saw no fear in doing it again, so he swiftly stuffed them into his mouth and made his way to continue turning the skeletons into bone meal.
“Sapnap!” Quackity yelled out but was stopped by him getting attacked by Sapnap’s tongue which quickly squished and tasted him. He was definitely in a rush.
They knew what the plan was once Sapnap tilted his head back, not that he was complaining about it. Sapnap swallowed Quackity first, then followed Karl.
They both fell in one after the after, once they were in Karl was panicking and mumbling. “Karl, what's wrong?”, “Quackity, I don’t know how to help! Or stop this! And this is all my fault!”. He sobbed.
“It's my fault we all broke up!”, “Hey, hey, hey. It’s not your fault, me and Sappy don’t blame you for anything Karl. It’s just things change y’know? I still love you both.”.
Quackity brought Karl into his lap where they cuddled, which also got a response from Sapnap with a couple of rubs, they had their lover to protect them. And they were going to get through this entire thing together. Even if they’d be stuck in this place for a while, they’d work through it. Maybe even mend old wounds.
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