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Devil with the Mint Hair
You get way too high and finally have sex with your brother’s best friend—and your sworn enemy—Min Yoongi.
🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader
🍃 word count: in progress. currently 11k + images of text conversations
🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother’s best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+
🍃 warnings: Yoongi is bisexual; mc is a brat; use of marijuana and consumption of alcohol; dubious consent; groping; being too rough - hair gripping, face slapping, handling roughly, grabbing throat and head; spitting; teasing; cunnilingus, pussy slapping; booty eating, fingering, sloppy blow job, & face fucking; Yoongi calling mc "easy", "baby girl", and "submissive little fuck doll"; a lot of drooling & a little crying; unprotected sex on bedroom floor & in hotel suite; multiple orgasms; post-nut regret; dirty talk; mention of masturbation with toys; mention of Yoongi fucking Jimin; Yoongi always finds a way to wear you down and make you give in.
🍃 notes: you hate him, and yet…lol. what started as a oneshot requested by @blog-name-idk is turning into something more. i have no idea how many installments there will be of this! expect to be surprised from time to time! low commitment at best!!! in part 3 there is hair grabbing, but no description of length or style of hair.
🍃 written chapters beta read by @neoneunnajimin
🍃 posted oct. 2022, sept. 2023 | read on ao3
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1: It's euphoric. You gotta try it. | 3.4k words
2: hey, beautiful 😍 wyd? | 0 words, images of text conversations
3: Pretty good | 7.7k words
4: coming soon!
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can i ask what psd you used for your s/v set? the colors are soo pretty 😍😍 if not, how did you achieve the look if i can ask?
thank you!! i’m assuming you’re referring to my sv characters graphic?
tbh, it took ages and a lot of trial and error to get the coloring for that edit to look how i wanted. i like to go for a bright/vibrant coloring style, but for some reason the colors kept coming out too dull in an initial version of the edit (probably bc the original images are considerably duller than those from previous pkmn games). at the same time, i couldn’t just simply turn up the sliders to avoid color banding in certain parts of the images like geeta’s hair. anyways, i’ll try to explain my general process and what adjustment layers i used to achieve that look in the final version of the edit. please note that the steps below do not reflect the exact order of layers for my edit as this is just meant to be a rough guide; i recommend playing around with the layer order to see what works for you.
explanation under the cut!
i’ll be using the florian & juliana panel as an example, but to clarify, i did use the same coloring for the entire edit. for reference, this is what the final version looks like:
and this is what that panel looks like without any adjustment layers:
i started by using selective color layers to adjust the colors to my liking (just one selective color layer doesn’t do the trick so i will always have a couple). in general, i like making warm colors more vivid and giving them more of a pink than yellow tone, so for the reds, yellows, and magentas, i increased the amount of magenta in particular (and yellow to a lesser extent) and decreased the amount of cyan and black. for the greens, i prefer them to have cool (vs. warm) undertones, so i increased the amount of cyan and decreased the amount of yellow. for the cyans and blues, i did something different for each selective color layer, but i generally adjusted them in such a way that 1) there wouldn’t be too much color banding, 2) the parts that were originally purple (e.g., the protagonists’ uniforms) wouldn’t turn into dark blue, and 3) the parts that were originally green wouldn’t turn too bluish. i also added a curves layer to brighten up the edit.
to further adjust the colors and make them pop out more, i added a hue/saturation layer where i upped the master saturation to +15 and tweaked the hue for some colors just slightly (i personally never go beyond ±10). for example, i wanted the reds to look even more pinkish, so i set the hue to -3 for that color range. i also added two vibrance layers where i upped the vibrance, and this greatly helped bring out the colors in the background.
next, i added a light texture and set it to soft light at 30% opacity to make the colors softer (by light texture, i mean something like these). the alternatives are using a solid color fill or gradient map layer, but i thought a texture looked better here as it made the edit less “flat” in a subtle way.
now the colors seemed about how i wanted them, but the edit as a whole looked too light and low in contrast. to fix this, i added two levels layers (increasing the black point value) and a selective color layer (adjusting the blacks only) to make the dark parts darker without affecting the other colors too much. the final product is as follows:
that’s about the gist of it! i’m sorry if my description above was kind of vague, but the specific adjustments/values/layer order really depend on the image (e.g., for other images that aren’t as dull to begin with, i probably wouldn’t use two vibrance layers). i hope this is somewhat helpful though, and feel free to send another ask if you have any further questions!
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If there is one thing I am an absolute sucker for it's WW1, WW2 romance stories. I was in my element reading this beautiful story Lee ❤️. You have left me swooning over their love story 😩.
This entirety of this fic was perfect from start to end. There is always something so beautiful when love is found in the chaos and destruction of war, something you depicted so well with every word and sentence. This is the true epitomy of a well written love story that I couldn't divert my eyes from for one second. Like I said, this is my thing and being the curious person I am I always let my imagination run wild with all the untold love stories that had to have happened during these times ❤️.
I’m leaving Boulogne tomorrow, love. Stay the night with me.” His strikingly blue eyes trained on you eagerly awaiting your reply. “Please,” he added quietly, reaching for your hand" I mean this was the very start of this wonderful story and you already had me swooning at the image of Tommy dressed in his uniform holding out hope for one last evening with the woman he had fallen in love with.
My god 😩, the weight of his impending departure and the heartbreak and yearning they will experience after feels to real. You have a knack for installing they're emotions in me, the descriptions are so subtle but never fail to make my heart break a little each time for the characters. “Dance with me,” you asked breathlessly"...this whole scene of them dancing as she hummed the lyrics to the song was so beautifully written Lee. Tommy saving every detail of her to his memory was a stunning little touch to show his longing to stay with her. He hooked a finger under your chin to capture your attention, the remainder of the lyrics dying on your lips as you studied his earnest expression. “Tell me your name,” ...
...this was me at that line. It did something to me Lee! I wish I was clever enough to describe how I felt after this line but the only way I can sum it up was *Sighhh ❤️. I didn't think it was possible to make this scene anymore romantic than you already had but that line 👆, topped it.
As much as I love detailed smut 😅, I really enjoyed how you subtly described this scene. It felt so intimate but utterly heartbreaking that they would both hold on to this memory of the night for years to come. Mutual yearning is my absolute favourite story arch's. The goosebumps this gave me 😍!
I was not expecting this story to end how it did, but I am THRILLED with how it did ❤️! They're reunion had me kicking my feet. And I love how you described the vulnerability in Tommy when for a moment he misunderstood what she had said. Of course he had to fuck up their reunion a bit with his sharp words and misplaced hurt, this is Tommy. He's one big ball of hidden emotions and pain about to pop at any give moment, our poor baby 😩. “That you have a son,” I did quickly note his pull out game was inexistent further up the chapter as he was in the throes of passion! How beautiful they found eachother again and the result of their love story ended in the news for Tommy that he has a son ❤️. Absolutely adored this fic hun, thank you so much for sharing!
Ordinary People
Summary: When you meet a charming soldier in a base hospital during WWI, you become fascinated by him and quickly develop a relationship. You both agree to leave the affair in France, but what happens when fate has other plans?
Author's Note: Written for @runnning-outof-time's 4K celebration and based on a request from @kammsinn. Tysm for the amazing inspo, darl! Lyrics are from the song "Til We Meet Again."
Warnings: hint of smut, angst with a happy ending
1917
You knew it was unethical conduct that could get you fired, but somehow you set all logic aside that final evening you entered the dark-haired soldier’s hospital room. He had invited you back at sunset with a desperate plea. “I’m leaving Boulogne tomorrow, love. Stay the night with me.” His strikingly blue eyes trained on you eagerly awaiting your reply. “Please,” he added quietly, reaching for your hand. His gaze held such hope, you caved to your own desire immediately.
Giving his hand a gentle squeeze you agreed in a hushed whisper, “Yes, I’ll come back,” you said as a small smile tugged at your lips. Something about the charm of this handsome, young soldier was enough to make you disregard the risk associated with his request.
Later that evening, with heart hammering in your chest, you slipped into his room. You bit your lip to hide your excitement when you caught sight of him. He was shirtless with a bandage covering a large portion of his left shoulder, propped up in bed reading the book you’d brought him days earlier. “Y/n,” Tommy said, looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and relief. “It’s late, I wasn’t sure you’d visit," he admitted shyly, discarding his book on the bedside table.
“Told you I would,” you reminded him gently. “I had to see my favorite patient,” you teased. He broke into a warm smile, pulling you down onto his bed with his good arm. Caressing his face with your fingertips you added softly, “Did you really think I’d let you go without a proper goodbye?”
His smile faded at the mention of your imminent separation. “I don’t want to talk about that tonight,” he confided, burying his head in the crook of your neck and placing kisses to your throat.
“Then we won’t,” you promised, stroking his hair. “I can think of other things we can do,” you whispered into the shell of his ear.
Tommy didn’t miss the hint of mischief in your voice as you scooted closer to him, running a hand down his toned chest and stomach. Though he wanted you badly, his mind was restless with thoughts of his departure. He looked at you with sadness in his cool blue eyes, a chill washing over him you’d never seen before. Even when he was in pain, the man never showed weakness or cried out. He kept so much inside himself you wondered how he could possibly be human. As you took in the sight of his long, feathery lashes you were even more certain of his otherworldly nature.
His eyes traced the features of your face slowly, drinking in the sight of you as you suggested an activity he hadn’t been expecting. “Dance with me,” you asked breathlessly.
“Wasn’t anticipating that,” he joked with a huff of a laugh. Glancing around the room, he cocked an eyebrow at you as he protested, “There’s no music, love.”
“I don’t care. I want you to hold me in the lamplight,” you confided, as you brushed the hair from his forehead. “Let’s pretend we’re far away from this hospital and this war. We’ll be ordinary people on a date somewhere lovely,” you mused, willing away the growing ache of melancholy within your chest.
Noting the pleading look in your eye, he conceded with a gentle nod of his head, “Alright.”
Extending your hand, you put on your most authoritative voice. “On your feet, soldier,” you commanded playfully. The young man shuffled himself to the side of the bed and you helped him stand, the bullet wounds in his left shoulder and back still not properly healed. You allowed him a moment to find his footing, taking the opportunity to let your hair down from the oppressively tight regulation hairstyle.
Shaking your hair out with a toss of your head, you proclaimed, “That’s better. Now where were we?” you asked with a smile, before lacing your hands around his neck and beginning to hum. Tommy’s hands wandered across your midsection, finally coming to rest at the swell of your hips. He rubbed soothing circles over your uniform as he swayed with you. Closing his eyes, he savored the smell of your shampoo and the softness of your curls against his cheek as you began to sing softly.
Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu,
When the clouds roll by I'll come to you,
Then the skies will seem more blue,
Down in lovers lane my dearie
He hooked a finger under your chin to capture your attention, the remainder of the lyrics dying on your lips as you studied his earnest expression. “Tell me your name,” he begged. You made a rule early on that you wouldn’t exchange names. It was a necessary precaution as you felt yourself falling for him, but realizing the fleeting time between you.
Although you wanted to tell him that first night you sat by his bedside tending a fever, fearful he might die, you never did. You were glad of it when he woke, blinking at you with dazzling sapphire eyes and engaging you in conversation that left you riveted. There was an instant attraction which you teased forth with a nickname in place of his own, hoping that would thwart any foolhardy notions of this lasting beyond the time he was under your care.
“Soldier, you know I can’t do that,” you said, leaning your forehead against his.
“Why not? It’s not against the rules to contact you after I leave,” he persisted.
You inhaled a shaky breath as you thought of an answer he would accept without malice.
“I love you. You can’t deny that you love me too,” he urged, eyes glossy with unshed tears.
You gulped harshly at the sight of emotion from him, unsure how to proceed. Allowing your practicality to win, you hushed him as you denied his request. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you choked out, “Doesn’t matter now that you’re leaving."
“It does to me. I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, setting his jaw sternly.
“You say that now, but when you’re back home, real life will be different. What's between us now will be like a beautiful dream, timeless and unspoiled,” you persuaded. "Don't despair, there will be others,” you said, intending to be hopeful, but falling flat in the delivery.
“Not like you,” he mumbled, a single tear cascading down his freckled cheek.
You wiped it away with your fingertips, soon replacing your hand with your lips to leave a trail of kisses from his cheek to his jawline. Allowing your head to drift lower onto his mouth, you kissed him with fervor. It was an attempt to demonstrate your feelings physically and he reciprocated immediately, tangling a large hand in your hair.
No more words were spoken between you as he pushed you onto his bed and undressed you as he’d wished to do many times before. It was under the light of a pale crescent moon and the soft glow of the oil lamp that he made love to you for the first and last time.
He savored every small sensation as he seated himself inside you, recording each moan and whimper into his brain as you arched off the bed beneath him. It was the most alive he’d felt in years, feeling you writhe against him. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have this always. He quickly felt himself unraveling, impending orgasm suddenly crashing over him as he released into you without meaning to.
In the moment of passion, you clung to him, wrapping your legs around his trim waist to pull him impossibly closer. He brought his lips to yours again as you too came undone, swallowing your cries so as not to be discovered by the night nurse on duty.
The last thing he remembered was collapsing beside you and tugging you toward his chest insistently. The drumming of his heartbeat against his ribs eventually subduing and your gentle breathing lulling him into a peaceful slumber. In the morning, he would wake to an empty bed and his few possessions lovingly packed by the door in anticipation of his departure. It was only then that he forced himself to accept the fact that he would never see you again.
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1922
“Why are we here, Tom?” Arthur grumbled as he downed another drink.
“There are influential families at this party who can help us,” Tommy grimaced as he downed his whisky in one gulp.
Arthur nudged him as he noticed a woman staring from across the room. “Would she belong to one of those families?” he asked, wondering if his brother had ulterior motives.
Tommy’s eyes scanned the room until he found the lady Arthur had pointed out. The hair was different, but your smile remained the same after all these years. He would have felt the warmth of it from hundreds of miles away.
“You alright, brother?” Arthur asked.
“M fine,” Tommy mumbled, crossing the room to the woman he’d dreamt about since he left France.
As he approached the small group where you stood, his palms began to sweat. He wasn’t sure what he might say after all this time, but soon found his mouth opening in a formal greeting nonetheless.
You instantly beamed back at the sight of a familiar face. “Hello, soldier,” you greeted him congenially.
Tommy was taken aback at the familiar salutation you’d given him each morning back in France. Time stood still as he reached for your hand and kissed it gently. “You remembered,” he mumbled.
“I could never forget you,” you replied. It was true that you hadn’t gone a day without thinking of him in the five years since you left his bed that misty November morning. In a hushed voice you added, "There have been many times I wished to talk to you and discuss the events of the day as we used to. It was comforting to me."
Tommy looked away as he felt himself overcome with emotion, remembering how you insisted on remaining a stranger to him. “What are you playing at?” he asked, venom seeping into his voice at the thought of looking weak once more, the way he had revealed himself that last night when he begged to know your name.
You furrowed your brow in confusion at his sudden anger, stuttering in return “N-nothing. I only wanted you to know—“
But he cut you off before you could finish. “To know that I was a fool? I was to think you ever cared for me,” he asserted.
“That’s not true,” you said shaking your head fiercely and feeling your large diamond earrings collide with your neck.
Tommy’s patience was wearing thin now and he contemplated excusing himself from the party altogether until you reached for his arm. Clutching at the expensive material of his tuxedo with your fingertips, you looked into his eyes, your own brimming with tears as you confessed, “I loved you too. I’m sorry I couldn't bring myself to say it then." You shifted your weight uncomfortably as you asked, "Can we start anew?”
He softened at your touch and your admission, a feeling of vindication rushing through his blood. Placing a hand over yours he answered without thinking of his pride, “Yes, I’d like nothing more. Shall we begin with an introduction?” he asked hopefully.
You nodded as you offered the thing he'd wanted most. "Y/n Y/l/n," you replied, holding his gaze. "And you are?"
"Thomas Shelby," he said, standing a bit straighter as he introduced himself. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let me take you somewhere tonight. We'll start over, as you said," he eagerly began.
“It’s not that easy,” you interjected, biting your lip in concern. “I have a new life now that I can't leave at a moment's notice,” you warned him.
He dropped his hand from you instantly, head turning to look around the room as he asked, “You have someone?”
“Yes,” you hesitantly admitted, watching his jaw clench in frustration.
Placing your hand to his cheek you calmed him with a soothing tone you’d used with wounded men in France. “It’s not like that….not what you’re thinking.”
Tommy jerked away suddenly, biting down hard on his lower lip. “Who is he?” his low voice rumbled with a hint of agression.
You sighed, knowing you had to admit it now before you lost your courage. “His name is William,” you rushed out in a single breath.
“I don’t understand why you’re telling me this,” Tommy admitted, looking at you with concern.
“It’s time you knew,” you said with a gentle nod.
“Knew what?” he pressed, looking at you with a mix of confusion and concern.
“That you have a son,” you whispered, looking at him with tears spilling past your lashes. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t even know your name.” You hid your face in your hand, overcome with the unburdening of your soul. You’d cried yourself to sleep so many nights wishing you hadn't foolishly insisted on keeping your identities concealed. It had been a harsh few years, relying solely on the generosity of your wealthy parents, but suffering their hurtful opinions on the matter.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Tommy consoled you, cradling you into his strong arms and allowing you to cry into his lapels.
“You don’t hate me?” you sniffed, looking up at him.
“Never…I only hated being apart from you,” he confessed. “Now that I’ve found you, I’ll never let you go,” he swore, raising your chin toward him for a slow, sensual kiss that made your knees buckle.
“You mean that?” you asked with a shuddering breath.
“Of course I do. I only ask one favor first,” he said as he caressed the top of your head lightly.
“What’s that?” you asked with furrowed brow.
“Dance with me,” he said with a wide smile. “Like we did all those years ago.”
“Like ordinary people,” you added, remembering your last night swaying beneath the window of his hospital room.
“Just two ordinary people who found each other again under extraordinary circumstances,” he said, leading you onto the dance floor.
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How to Schedule Instagram Stories and Still Auto Post
Auto Posting to Instagram took us all by surprise in early 2018. No more waiting for a smartphone notification to tell you to post to Instagram. No more missing your notifications and having the best times to post pass you by. No more weekend and vacation reminders that social media marketing never takes time off.
In a perfect world, though, you’d be able to choose on a post-by-post basis whether you want to schedule Instagram Stories with notification reminders or schedule an image to auto post. AND, you’d never have to worry about posts failing because your image is the wrong size. Well, welcome to that perfect world! 😍
Let’s take a look at how you might schedule a post to publish automatically and one that uses notification reminders. First up though, what’s the big deal with Instagram Stories?
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Posting Instagram stories is an unbeatable way to share your behind-the-scenes stories, your product updates, or even (if your account is verified or if you have a business account with more than 10,000 followers) a blog post image with a link to the post! In fact, our first attempts of posting a story with a link resulted in a 32% click-through rate! You can get creative with Instagram stories with a day-in-the-life stories, a takeover event, or even a mini slideshow.
But, setting aside the time to keep your story active (each will disappear after 24 hours) can be a daunting challenge. And sometimes, well, you’re out making memories and don’t want to stop to record a story. Enter story scheduling!
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How to Schedule a Photo Instagram Story with or without a Link
While your reasons for scheduling a story are as varied as can be, in this case, I’m posting a story (a static image) which will link to a blog post – THIS blog post, in fact! To entice more people to check out my story, I’ll also auto post a regular Instagram update and let people know that there is a link to the blog post in the story (your account must have at least 10K followers to add a link). Here’s how I do it:
First, I’ll go to Tailwind on desktop and schedule an auto post (see how to enable auto posting here). In this case, I’ve scheduled a regular Instagram photo for 12:55 PM and I’ve included, “Check out the #LinkInStory to learn more” in the description. Note: If you’ve ever had your auto posts fail because of size/ratio issues, you’ll be happy to know that Tailwind for Instagram will now auto crop your posts for you! Or, if you prefer, you can crop draft posts right inside the dashboard. If you schedule before you remember to crop, just send your post back to drafts, adjust with our easy tool, and schedule! Learn more.
I’ll next schedule my Instagram story for 12:50, to ensure it’s added before the regular post. My post consists of the image – and for the description, it’s just the URL I’ll need in order to add the link. NOTE: to track traffic to your site from Instagram, use a UTM URL.
Because my account auto posts by default, I’ll need to opt to receive a notification reminder. Click the new posting method menu (where you’ll see “Auto Post” selected by default) on any post in either your Drafts or Schedule page and select iOS or SMS (for Android) notification reminder.
The first time you choose to use notification reminders, you’ll hit the “Enable” button to be taken through a quick one-time setup. Then just choose iOS (Apple devices) or SMS (for Android) and wait for your notification!
3. When you get the notification reminder to publish the story, click on “Yes! Let’s do this” after you’ve verified you are logged into the correct account. We will automatically copy in your link here.
4. The image will open up in Instagram. Select “Story”.
Once you’re sure you’re logged into the right account, click on “Yes! Let’s do this” to open the Image in Instagram.
Once the image opens up in Instagram, choose “Story”.
5. In the Story editing screen, you can add the link we copied for you by clicking on the little link icon.
Click on the link icon to add the URL. Then click on the “+ Your Story” button!
6. Hit “Your Story” and you’re done!
7. Your regular photo post from step one will automatically post to Instagram at your scheduled time.
How to Schedule a Video Instagram Story with a Link
If you want to schedule a video story (using a clip up to 15 seconds in length) to Instagram, you’ll need a slightly different method, because it’s not yet possible to directly schedule videos for posting on Instagram.
For the sake of consistency in this case, I’m again posting a story (this time a video) which will link to this blog post. As I did above, I’ll also schedule a regular Instagram post and let people know that there is a link to the blog post in the story. Here’s how to do it:
Go to Tailwind on desktop and schedule your regular auto-post upda
te. Again, I would include, “Check out the #LinkInStory to learn more” in the description (see step 1 above).
Now schedule a post which will use notification reminders (the image you use on this one is irrelevant), add in the link to the blog post that you want to use in the story. You’ll also add a link to the video. Likely you’ll have it in dropbox or on a similar site. See the example to the right.
When you get the notification to publish the post to Instagram, select and cut the file location of your video and paste it into your phone’s internet browser. Download the video to your phone.
Then, back in your Tailwind app, select and cut the URL out of the description and copy it to the clipboard.
Go to the home screen of Instagram on your phone and publish the video you saved to your phone in step two as your story (you can swipe down and choose to add a video or image you’ve saved in the last 24 hours), then add the link by clicking on the little link icon.
Hit “Next” and share to your story.
Your regular Instagram photo post will publish automatically at the scheduled time!
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WOW!! Wonderful chapter!!👏👏👏
Toxic, you’re truly a master of taking virginity!!🙌😄 Their first time was beautiful, sweet and extremely hot!!
"Now that I've been inside ya," he breathed, "I'm not sure I know how not to be."
Everything Joel said to her there, under the peach tree, it was so right and perfect! So touching! She was ready for it yesterday and I’m so glad it was a magical moment for her!!😍🥹🥰
The blood was a great addition to the situation considering the nature of the series. It added some unease for me personally and at the same time the way he made her feel comfortable with her period showed that he loved every part of her. Her white dress with blood smudges on it and him admiring it!! Ugh! Loved the image!!
There was before this and after this, you finally got it, after all this time he tried to make you see. You understood everything. Like how there was so much beauty left in the world, and it was right there between you. It wasn't an abstract wish, it was the physical presence of you and him, your bodies together, pulsing against each other's most intimate parts, his seed spilling into you, his lips on yours, your bodies inseparable, on the ground in the orchard. You saved it for him. Your whole life led to him.
I’m in love with this passage!!😍The description of her feelings is amazing! It shows the connection between them, the love she has for him which he carefully cultivated and nourished, getting rid of the weeds which could ruin his dream.
The “after part” definitely brought me and Peaches back to reality. Tommy’s visit showed their relationship from an outsider’s perspective. And it’s not looking good. She didn’t even want to see her parents right away🥺 Joel has his claws deep into her! At least she got scared and started asking questions. But thanking him for dealing with Jesse, not asking more about Abe, wow, that shocked me a little bit. It makes me sad and I want to take her away from him and hide🥺 BUT I’m afraid she’s ready to give him that unconditional love he talked about😢
Thank you for the chapter, talented and wonderful Toxic!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 It made my weekend!😍Ily!!💖💕💕💕
Forever for her. Left in Lincoln, pt. 7
10k, softdark!Joel Miller x virgin f!reader
Series Master List | official playlist | floorplan
WARNINGS: I8+, virginity loss, big girthy age gap, angst, dark fluff, reader menstruates, p in v intercourse, fingering, grinding, creampie, subtle intimidation, manipulation, horror. Joel is creepy, dark, delulu, and cringe. Enthusiastic but dubious consent (brainwashing?), playing fast and loose with climate and fruit. Reader wears a flannel from Joel's closet. Haphazardly edited.
"We're givin' each other everything, right?" You nodded, then he continued, "So listen." He paused and wet his lips. "I would do anything for ya, peaches." He looked down. "Anything." He met your eyes again and swallowed. "Anything to keep ya safe. . . " He lowered his voice. "an' anything to keep ya mine."
You woke up in Joel's bed, and he was nowhere in sight. You were warm, almost too warm. The dress was hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Your undergarments and a pad were on the nightstand.
You took a bath, then put your robe back on and laid on the bed staring at the dress on the back of the door. You could hear the rhythmic scrape of a rake outside and inwardly smiled, picturing Joel doing yard work. You put on your robe, crossed the room to look out the window and felt a refreshing draft as you held the curtains back. In the bottom right corner of the window's top pane, there was a spiderweb on the outside of the glass. The rake continued to scrape against the ground in the distance. The web was well-defined and irregular, some of the fibers thicker than others. You admired its intricacy and followed the design, looking for the spider, wondering if it was a male or female.
The rhythmic scraping of the rake lulled you into a trance as you followed the web from the outer edge in, until a black, out-of-focus mass fell right in front of your nose, then you felt a tickle on your chest. You gasped and stifled a squeal. Your body jerked into panic mode. You rapidfire slapped yourself on the chest and felt it smush against your robe. You wiped it on the window pane, then looked at the crumbled spider with its legs drawn in on itself, still moving but barely. It looked like a slow death, but you hoped it wasn't painful. Surely it never thought about its prey this way.
You took a deep breath and tried to slow your heart rate. You recalled that time back at your house, outside the spider shed, so long ago – Frank's words through laughter, "we're gonna get through this, honey." You took slow, calming breaths, then swallowed and whispered "sorry," before abruptly turning and walking to the bathroom. You washed your hands and chest with soap again, then came back and sat on the bed. The rake had stopped moving.
You finally stood up and retrieved the dress, bringing it to the bathroom with you and locking yourself in. You didn't want Joel to see you if it didn't look good on you. Plus, you had to do something really private.
First you went to the toilet. It was its own room within the bathroom. You locked it, too. You sat there for about fifteen minutes trying to let as much of your period out as you could after being horizontal all night. You didn't want all the built up blood pooling in your pad right away.
Once you did all you could, you washed up and looked in the mirror. You stood there and looked at yourself in your underwear for a minute, mostly looking at your face. You looked different, serious, but vibrating with a new energy. You imagined Joel standing behind you, as if you were in a portrait. Something you'd never have. But at least you had each other.
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You finally put the dress on, over your head. You could just barely reach the back zipper to finish it. It felt much less cumbersome than you imagined it would. It was light and unrestrictive. The lace sleeves had enough room. It felt as comfortable as any other dress. You didn't look in the mirror right away. You looked down at yourself, then looked over your back, and down your arms. You looked in the reflection of the shower glass and the silhouette looked good enough.
You turned around to look in the real mirror, and you looked nice. The lace made you feel like a doll, but somehow you looked older than yourself at the same time. You turned around and admired it from the side and over your shoulder from the back, then smoothed it down over your butt and you didn't see the bulkiness you feared from your pad. You looked at yourself head on again, and the only thing out of place was the redness on your chest from scrubbing away the spider. With the dress on, there was a new smile behind your eyes, thinking about how Joel got it for you.
You went to the kitchen to look out the back window. You didn't see Joel and were somewhat relieved to have another moment to yourself. Your tummy felt nervous. You knew it was excitement, but the physical sensation was in discernable from anxiety. There was a little jar of apple juice on the table with a pill and a note that said "cramps?" You were feeling okay but thought about taking half of it anyway.
You sniffed the juice and it smelled good. You sat at the kitchen table and stared at the apple juice in the jar, then took a long sip and watched the tiniest bit of apple sediment settle back to the bottom. It was delicious. You took half the pill and downed the rest of the juice, then your stomach rumbled. You got an apple from the kitchen counter and sat back down. You inspected it and pressed it. You cut it with your thumbnail to make sure it wasn't rotten. It was crisp, and juice beaded along the crescent moon from your nail. You took a bite and it was fine. You relaxed into the chair and ate the apple.
Joel had let you sleep late. It was almost mid day. Just as you were finishing up your apple, you noticed him outside through the kitchen door window. He was standing there and looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He was wearing a white button-up shirt that looked like one Frank might wear to one of his black tie dinners. Joel came inside and as he turned around to close the door, you admired his lower body in a pair of form fitting khakis.
"You look nice," you told him.
He exhaled a small laugh and looked at the floor as he crossed the room to you. He sat down at the table and took your hand. "You look like an angel." He kissed your hand and scooted closer. He smelled like aftershave (although he wasn’t shaved, thank goodness) and a hint of sweat from his yard work. As comfortable as he made you feel, you still got butterflies around him.
He asked, "Hungry?"
You nodded. "A little."
"How bout a lil picnic, somethin' light?"
You nodded "is it nice out?"
"Prettiest day we could want, peaches."
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He made some grits and you sat at the table watching. He pulled the wagon with a basket, quilt, and blanket, and held your hand as you slowly walked. He squinted and looked at the trees, then at you.
He asked, "How ya feelin'?"
"Good, I'm fine."
"Good."
You assumed you were going to "your tree," but instead you arrived at a peach tree. He had cleared the area around it so no debris was in the way. He looked around and asked, "Whatcha think?"
You looked around. It was a good spot, away from the back, but not too close to the street. Insulated enough to feel private. You nodded, "yeah, this is nice."
Joel spread out the quilt, then the blanket, then, before sitting down, he took both your hands in his. "I feel so lucky, peaches. You're the most special girl in the world." His eyes bored into yours. "Really mean that. There's no one like you, darlin'."
You looked down then met his eyes again, biting your lip. "I think you're special, too."
A breeze came and swept your dress out, making the scene feel like a postcard.
He dropped your hands, then fetched something out of his pocket and looked at it. Your heart skipped a beat. His thick fingers were blocking your view.
"Now darlin', I'm gonna give ya somethin', but first. . ."
He held it up. It was gold and shiny. Your birth father's wedding band. Your heart skipped a beat and a knot formed in your stomach.
"My. . ." You couldn't finish the sentence. This meant he knew about the gun, too. . . and your mother's knife.
Joel must have seen it on your face. "Left everything else how ya had it. You're a smart girl, peaches."
You tried to read his face. It was soft, sympathetic. You nodded hesitantly.
"It's okay, darlin'. I don't blame ya. I woulda done the same." He held the ring between his forefinger and thumb and you opened your palm. "Smart to be prepared."
You breathed a sigh of relief as the knot in your stomach relaxed. But even as it faded, you still had that nervous–no, excited–tummy.
Joel put the ring in your hand and closed it. He held his hand there around yours and seemed like he might say something else, but he didn't.
You didn't have anywhere to put the ring. You had a passing thought to put it on your thumb but it felt stupid. You felt an urge to say you were going to give it to Joel, but you didn't say anything since he let you off the hook.
Joel reached back in his pocket and fished out another ring, smaller. It was silver with inset stones. He held it up and said, "I want you to have this one." He stepped closer, so his feet were outside yours. "We're givin' each other everything, aren't we?"
You nodded, and his eyes watered.
He nodded with you and his brow furrowed. "I love you. . . And I love bein' a family, the two of us."
Your own eyes felt misty. "I love you, too."
He took your hand, and slid the ring onto it. It was old fashioned, simple. "Ain't never gonna let ya go."
"Good," you whispered.
—
He kissed your hand, and when he tried to hold your other hand, too, you realized you were still holding your father's ring.
"Um," you cleared your throat. "Would this fit you?" You asked and opened your hand. His face relaxed.
"I dunno, peaches," he whispered. His eyes sparkled at you. He held his hand palm-down. The top of his ring finger's knuckle was a little red as if he'd already tried to put it on. You slid the ring part way on, but his finger was too big.
"Sorry," you muttered and felt a lump in your throat. You didn't have anything to give him. It rested above his knuckle.
"S'okay darlin', it's the fact that ya tried." He unbuttoned his shirt pocket, dropped the ring into it, then buttoned it again. "I'll keep it safe for ya."
You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded, looking up at him shyly, somehow feeling like you ruined this.
He cupped your face and read your eyes, then closed the gap between your faces and his lips pressed into yours.
He hugged you into him, kissed you harder, then murmured, "wanna sit down?"
You nodded.
You smoothed your dress under you and sat down with your knees to the side, leaning toward him. He unpacked a thermos of grits and two bowls. He unbuttoned his wrists and rolled up his sleeves and his forearm flexed with every lift of the spoon. You ate mostly in silence, but he looked at you adoringly the whole time and your nerves faded. His wrist nudged his inner thigh and when your eyes drifted there, the shape of his cock sent a pang between your legs. He followed your gaze and your face heated up as he raised his eyebrows.
—
When you were finished eating, you washed it down with the apple juice, then Joel packed up the basket and put it back in the wagon. When he settled back onto the blanket again, he had a serious look about him.
He sat down with his legs folded to the side so his knees were toward you, and he braced his hand on the blanket, leaning toward you. He kissed you again. He tasted like apples and you imagined he did, too. As he pulled away, he read your face and cupped your cheek. "You're the most beautiful angel, darlin'," he smiled. His gaze lingered, then he swallowed and looked down. He sat up straighter and cleared his throat. He asked again, "We're givin' each other everything, right?"
You nodded, then he continued, "So listen," then wet his lips and paused. "I would do anything for ya, peaches." He looked down. "Anything." He swallowed. "Anything to keep ya safe," he met your eyes and lowered his voice. "And anything to keep you mine."
Your heart raced and you slowly nodded as he let it sink in.
"Get what I'm sayin', peaches?"
"Bad things," you nodded.
His brows remained furrowed as he studied your face. His voice was low and gruff. "Yeah, you could say that."
You looked down to his shirt and the outline of your father's ring in his pocket. He continued, "and darlin', I've felt this way for some time."
Your chest fluttered.
He looked up at the leaves of the peach tree, and it hit you that this was where he found you that day.
Your whole body felt warm, especially in the lace sleeves. He looked at you with anticipation and you admitted, "I had a feeling."
He lifted his eyebrows as he searched your eyes. "Okay," he whispered with a small nod. He looked down again.
"Yeah," you replied. ". . .and maybe you already did bad things." Your chest pounded. He looked at you blankly, and once he blinked, you rephrased, "Necessary things. To be together."
His jaw shifted back and forth. He looked at your mouth, then back up at your eyes. "Would ya wanna know?"
Tension gathered between your eyebrows. You took a deep breath, looked at his lips and watched his jaw clench. His eyes watered. After a moment, you slowly shook your head no. He inhaled and his eyes narrowed. Your voice was a near whisper as you told him, "No. . . Doesn't matter now."
Joel exhaled and nodded. He looked at you intensely and whispered, "Okay, baby."
You didn't need to know. You told him, "We're together, that's all I care about."
"Me too, darlin'." He chuckled, then relaxed and said, “so glad we got each other.” He folded his knees toward you again, leaned in, and cupped your cheek, his eyes locked with yours. “Me and you, baby.”
“You and me,” you whispered, lashes fluttering as his face drifted toward yours.
—-
Your lips locked, and yours tingled with excitement.
His hand moved to the back of your head. His tongue parted your lips, and he pulled you into him as he became more passionate.
As his kiss intensified, he gently lowered you into lying down on the blanket, with one of his knees between yours. His hand ran up your side and came to a rest on your breast as his mouth devoured yours. He palmed your breast, gently bit your lip, and his length hardened against your thigh. When he pulled back, he cupped your face and raised his eyebrows, and his voice was husky. "I'm never," he kissed your lips, then lowered his volume and looked into your eyes, "gonna let you go." His thumb stroked your temple. His lips brushed yours, then kissed you deeper. He pulled back, shook his head with a small smile, and his voice became a whisper as he repeated, "Never."
Your skin prickled with goosebumps, Joel's beautiful face hovering over yours under the peach tree, his body pressed against yours.
"Good," you whispered, and took his head in both your hands. You pulled him down on you. He braced himself with one forearm on the blanket near your head and his other hand traveled back down your side, down your dress, and reached under the skirt of it to your thigh. His hand slid up your thigh and he squeezed it, then lifted your thigh against him.
He lowered his hips to rest against yours, and his cock grew stiffer against you. The warm shape of his stiff length made your whole body go weak. He lifted himself off you just long enough to get the skirt of your dress out of the way. You felt warm and wet between your legs and didn't know how much of it was blood. You knew he didn't care, but it didn't entirely leave your mind.
He had the front of it bunched up at your hips, with his hand between your legs. You flinched as his palm glided over your panties, feeling the shape of your pad. But it didn't phase him at all. He gently reached into your panties.
Your face tensed. “Remember, I–"
"I know, baby," he reassured you with kind eyes.
"What about the dress?”
“Dress don’t matter, darlin’." He kissed you again. "Long as you're feelin' good." He planted another kiss and pressed his hard-on against you again. "Are ya?"
You nodded an unequivocal yes. It was certainly what your body wanted.
"Hell, let's paint it red,” he mused.
You relaxed and laughed softly.
"No?" He asked with a smile, then leaned his forehead against yours. He kissed you gently.
The time of the month wasn't ideal, but you wanted it. If you waited, he might think you weren't ready after all. Plus, you were more comfortable than you ever thought you could be. A month ago, you would have died at the thought of a man seeing any evidence of your period at all. But Joel was so reassuring, so comforting, and he really wanted all of you. He was turning it into something beautiful, and you had no doubt he felt that way. He looked at you again, then asked, “Sure you’re feelin’ good enough?" He kissed you again. “‘Cause that's all that matters.”
“I am,” you nodded earnestly.”
“You sure?”
"Joel," you sighed on the edge of irritation.
"Ok, darlin'."
He slid his hand down and exhaled vocally when his fingers met your warm, moist folds. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, moistening your clit, then he slowly, teasingly circled it. His cock swelled harder against you. "You wanna go to bed?"
You shook your head. "It's magical out here."
"That's right, peaches," he murmured lowly into your neck, lightly circling your clit with his moist fingers. His breath was warm and humid against your neck. "Special, ain't it?"
You nodded, and pulled his head back down to yours. Your lips met again. His thick fingers tensed, slid down, and prodded at your entrance. You tilted your hips and he gave a short, low "mm" as he brought his fingers back to your clit.
His tongue slid against yours in rhythm with his fingers. His mouth grew hungrier for yours every moment as he massaged your most sensitive place. He got you almost to the edge. You whimpered as his hands worked within the confines of your panties. Then he asked, "Let's take these off, hmm?" You nodded. He started to do it, then looked at your face to confirm, "You want me to?"
"I can do it," you lifted your hips and slid them down, and once they were mid-thigh, he finished taking them off.
–
He lowered his torso against yours and his massive hand nudged your shoulder up toward him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he lifted you into sitting. He traced the back neckline of the dress and murmured, "want this on or off?"
You shrugged.
"up to you, darlin'. But I sure would like to see ya." He kissed your neck and you could feel him smile against your skin. "If you're warm enough"
You were warm all over. You were so warm at your very core that it was hard to imagine ever being cold again. You asked, "you'll keep me warm, won't you?"
"Course I will."
You cracked a shy smile and planted your hands on the ground to lift your weight off the dress. Joel brought the dress up to your stomach, his fingers smearing it red, then you lifted your arms and he took it off. He planted delicate kisses on your chest at the base of your neck, and your shoulder as he gently nudged your bra straps off. Then he unclasped the back, and you let it fall in front of you. He put the bra aside and you were naked. He folded the dress into a pillow and put it under your head.
You looked at Joel's clothes and didn't say anything, but he replied to your silent question with a teasing smile. "no, I don't have to be so dressed..." you silently unbuttoned his pants, eye on his cock straining against the khakis, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Before pulling down the zipper, you traced the hard shape of his cock, and his chest let out a nearly imperceptible growl at your first rub.
He made quick work of the remaining shirt buttons, smearing a few of them red. His chest flexed as he peeled the sleeves down his bulging arms. He took his undershirt off over his head, tousling his hair, which he didn’t fix. It was the hottest you’d ever seen him. You were sitting back on your hands, naked body laid out for him. He looked at you lustily every few seconds as he took his pants off, then his boxers, leaving his commanding cock bobbing heavily before you. You pulled your eyes back up to his face and he looked at you adoringly.
–
He knelt on the blanket. Was this really going to happen? You reached out, and he nodded. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and whined, "I'm ready, you know I'm ready."
"Ready for what, darlin'?"
"To put our bodies together."
He nodded. "yeah, baby. You're ready. Gonna be real special."
He got between your legs where a fluttering ache was pounding, begging for relief. He held his cock in his hand. You felt your body making space for him. There was a place inside you that needed to be filled. He slowly lunged toward you and braced his hand on the blanket above your hip. He ran his tip through your dripping folds and his manhood further hardened. He spread the moisture over his cock. He laid his hard cock on your mound and brought his face to yours again. He rested about half his weight on top of you, his bare body flush with yours, his forearms braced on the blanket.
He kissed you deeply, grinding his erection against you, slick with your arousal and blood. Your lips embraced his and your mouth practically sucked in his tongue. He licked into you in rhythm with his slow thrusts against you. Your clit twitched against his cock and you lifted your hips, making him moan into your mouth. You needed him in you yesterday. You lifted your hips again and his mouth curved into a smile against your lips.
He reached between your legs and the breadth of his hand took up all the space. You whimpered at the first contact of the padding of his fingers with your naked heat. He slowly, lightly rubbed you as he kissed you, then slid his fingers down through your folds, gathering your moisture. He entered you with his middle finger, then his ring finger. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers slid all the way into your warm core. His cock swelled harder against your thigh as he pumped his thick digits in and out of you. He moaned softly, then added a third. Your hips rocked into his hand.
You were tense, afraid of coming too soon.
"Joel," you whimpered.
"Yeah baby," he murmured.
"What if I–ohh–what if I come too soon."
He chuckled, "you can come, baby," he kept working his fingers inside you, pressing his upper palm into your clit. You sighed and the tension swelled in your gut. "'s'a good thing, darlin'. gets ya ready for this." He rolled his stiff manhood against you as he said it. "Nice 'n ready."
"But Joel," you whined, unsure. "I want you inside"
"You wanna come on my cock?"
"Yeah, on your cock."
"Oh, baby," he moaned, his cock leaking against your thigh. "You will, baby. You will. You'll come again."
"Really?
He nodded. "Yeah. C'mon darlin, You'll come on my cock, too."
His eyes were sincere. He returned his attention to your clit and you let go. As you began to contract, he slid his fingers back inside you. "Oh, good girl," he sighed as you squeezed his fingers. "Like that, don't ya? Like squeezin' me?"
You nodded and whimpered, unable to speak as you rode out the orgasm.
"Oh, baby." He continued grinding against your hip and kissed you again as you recovered.
He pumped three fingers again, and under his breath, he muttered, "good. . .good." He moaned and pushed his hips against you. "Now I've got ya stretched, nice and relaxed."
"Joel," you begged. "Are you gonna–"
“Oh darlin’, I’m comin’.” he whispered. “Ready to be full of me?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. "Fill me with you," you begged. "Put it in."
“Givin’ each other everything now,” he reminded you. “Can’t get it back.”
You nodded, “you can have it all.”
“And I’m gonna give it to ya, too.”
You nodded and your walls twitched in anticipation.
"Gonna give it all to ya."
He read your eyes and as you got lost in the black holes of his pupils, the clear fibers of his affection wrapped around you, tethering you to him and the moment. He pulled his hips back and his knees spread slightly. You spread your legs to make room. He looked between your legs and the affection on his face faded into desire. “My lands, peaches.”
He hovered over you. Your hands skimmed up his sides, and came to rest around his neck.
He used his hand to notch himself at your entrance and pushed his tip inside, stretching you open. You gasped softly, breasts heaving in anticipation of the rest of it. You dragged your feet toward your butt on the blanket, lifting your knees to frame his hips.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, and put his forehead against yours.
“I love you too,” you whined, brows furrowed.
His forehead lifted off yours, his lips returned to your mouth, and his hips pressed forward, inching his cock into you with a stretch. His lips broke away from yours and his mouth stayed open. He watched your face as his girth spread you open, dividing your walls. You gasped and nodded for more. He pushed further, taking you apart from yourself inch by inch. You imagined even a smidgen more girth wouldn’t feel good. He bowed his head and backed out an inch of his length, watching your body suck him back in as he pushed in a little more than he had before.
“God damn,” he whispered, then wet his lips as he looked back up at you with half his length sheathed in your warmth.
“You feel so good, joel”
“Oh, darlin’,” he breathed. “You got no idea.”
“I want it all,” you begged.
He nodded, “Okay, baby.” then slowly pushed his hips forward, gradually burying his length with some effort, stuffing you full of him. “Oh, darlin’.” The look of pain on his face told you how hard he was trying not to slam into you. He was slow and gentle, and his tip pushed through your core with even more heft than you imagined. Each inch of him spread you more and filled you fuller than you thought you could be. Your body made more space and he took it up right away.
“Joel,” you breathed.
He whispered your name and said, “you’re doin’ so good.” His flesh didn’t just complete you, it made you more than you were. He took you apart and made you something new, something wrapped around him so tight. “almost there, baby.” And then he groaned “Ohhhh, god,” as you swallowed up the rest of him. It was a perfect fit.
You whimpered as he came to a rest. His cock filled up the whole space and made more for itself. The fuzz of his balls brushed your skin. Your mouth hung open and you breathed, savoring the fullness of feeling him there inside you for the first time.
“Oh, darlin’,” he sighed, staying all the way inside you. He pressed his lips into yours. “You okay?”
You nodded, happy tears prickling your eyes. His eyes sparkled.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
He nodded. “First time in years,” he whispered, and looked up at the tree. His cock twitched inside you and his tip nudged your cervix. “You tell me when you’re ready, baby.”
“I’m ready,” you nodded.
He looked you in the eyes again. “Our life starts now.” He withdrew most of his length, then let it back into you, his belly flush with yours while his cock dragged heavily inside you. He closed his eyes as your bodies became flush again. He retreated again at a snail’s pace, then pushed in a little faster.
“Saved this just for me, didn’t ya?”
He met your eyes again, then added, “Never have anyone else.”
He lowered his face for another kiss. Each time his flesh filled you up you could hardly believe how your body hugged him. It was like your body had been waiting for him all along. It really had been. This was what your bodies were made to do. Complete each other.
He looked at you and his brow furrowed.
You asked, "What? What, Joel?"
“Now that I’ve been inside ya,” he breathed, "I’m not sure I know how not to be.”
You knew exactly how he felt. You couldn't bear the thought of being pulled apart.
He reached a slow but steady rhythm, gently filling you with his cock. You traced his shoulder, then his bicep. His bare stomach was resting against your skin, his happy trail touching you with each thrust m. He had about half his weight on you, and he let gravity help as he thrust into you. You imagined it as a magnetism. Each time he retreated, your bodies pulled back together. He bowed his head and watched himself disappear between your legs, and watched your body clinging to his shaft, hugging him tight, trying to pull him back in, not letting him go. “God damn, baby,” he breathed as he watched. “most beautiful thing I ever seen.”
When your caress reached the crook of his elbow, he braced on one forearm so he could take your hand and interlace.his fingers with yours. He held your hand to his chest and whispered, “All yours, darlin’,” his hips still moving, his cock sliding snugly against every ridge of you .
You nodded tearfully, pressing your palm into his chest, feeling the soft hair and the hard muscle.
“Every beat of it, peaches.”
Your other hand cupped his cheek, then slid up to tangle in his hair as his face returned to yours, kissing you as he buried his length in you. When your faces separated, you watched the surreal beauty of his form – his messy hair, his tan skin glimmering, his brown eyes sparkling as he filled you to the brim with his flesh.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good”
“I–I’m so–it’s so–”
“Packed full of it, aren’t ya baby?”
You nodded. “It’s so much,” you whispered. “But not too much,” you quickly added. “‘s’perfect.”
“So perfect, darlin’--Ohhh god, baby-–always knew ya were.”
All you saw was him, and the rhythm of his chest over yours. Beneath his heavy breaths and moans, leaves danced in the breeze, birds chirped, and the occasional piece of fruit thumped in the distance as it hit the ground. “Oh baby, I've been starvin’ for this.” His hips moved steadily, filling you with his cock every second or so, whispering your name here and there, marveling at your beauty.
“It feels so good, Joel.”
“how’s it feel?”
“Meant to be there,” you whispered, then sighed as his cock dragged through your core, completing you again. “Like it’s filling my body” More than that–it was creating space for itself, space you didn’t have before, that's the part you didn't expect. It was moving the most intimate parts of you out of the way and replacing them with him.
You tried to describe it. “It’s like –” He lowered his mouth to your neck and sucked “--oh, joel–it’s–it’s–.”
“Oh, baby,” he sighed against your neck, his hips moving steadily. “I know it, darlin’,” he murmured, grinding his pelvis into yours with each smooth thrust. He slowed his hips, still grinding against you, stiff cock dragging inside you. “Meant to be right here.” Your leg wrapped around him and his thrusts became more measured, his pelvis closer against you, grinding into your clit. “Meant to be fillin’ you.”
The pleasure was swirling, nearly coming to a boil in your gut, humming for release against his front, around his cock. “I love you,” you breathed, lifting your hips into his.
“Ohhh, baby I love you too,” he whispered with a smile and near laugh. “‘n’ I love how ya take it.” His eyes darted around your face affectionately, then he bowed his head to look at where your bodies met. “Look so pretty wrapped around this cock,” he looked back up at you with bright, glistening eyes. “Look so pretty, peaches.” Your clit twitched. His movements had your hips lifting into him all on their own. “Yeah, that’s right, darlin’.” You let yourself grind up into him. “Jus’ like that,” he whispered, his body grinding against your mound as his cock moved within you. The tension hummed louder and tightened your core on the edge of bliss. You both moaned.
“Now I want ya to come, peaches,” he said in a serious tone. “Ohh, oh baby—want ya to come and squeeze me real good, can ya do that?”
You nodded, biting your lip, vision getting blurry with the moisture in your eyes. You couldn't take any more tension but unsure if or when the peak would overtake you.
“C’mon, I got ya,” he breathed as you teetered on the edge. “Breathe, baby. c’mon.” You remembered to breathe, his pelvis grinded into yours again, and then you whimpered as the tension burst. “Jo–ohhhh,” your voice was shaky as it overtook you. Your clit spasmed and each wave pulsed outward through your body. Your tears overtook your eyelashes as you moaned and gasped. Your walls clamped down around his cock, and he groaned.
“You–Ohgoddamn,” he muttered as though losing control. Then he groaned, bottomed out hard, and erupted with a shudder. A burst of warmth flooded your core, then your whole body. He dipped his head to kiss you as he came. His cock pulsed into your walls again and again and your walls squeezed in return. His lips pressed into yours, then his tongue. He kissed you and moaned into your mouth. He sucked and gently bit your bottom lip as he filled you. He was filling you all the way up, every single part of you full of him, his essence rushing through you.
There was before this and after this, you finally got it, after all this time he tried to make you see. You understood everything. Like how there was so much beauty left in the world, and it was right there between you. It wasn’t an abstract wish, it was the physical presence of you and him, your bodies together, pulsing against each other’s most intimate parts, his seed spilling into you, his lips on yours, your bodies inseparable, on the ground in the orchard. You saved it for him. Your whole life led to him.
His kiss became more tender as he finished coming. He pulled back and his eyes glistened as he read your face.
You locked eyes for what felt like forever, with Joel still breathing heavily, most of his weight on top of you.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
His eyes fell to your mouth and he kissed you again. “gonna pull out now, okay?”
Your lip trembled and your temples felt weak at the idea of your bodies not being joined. He could tell.
“It’s okay, darlin’. We’ll lay here, long as ya want.” He nodded at you and raised his eyebrows for permission to pull out.
You bit your lip and nodded.
He lay half on top of you, with a hand on your breast. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you whispered. “How did it–how was it?”
“Like nothin’ i’ve ever known, baby.” He sucked in a shaky breath that made you look down at his face and his cheeks were wet.
–
You took a short nap like that, naked under the peach tree, until a dead leaf fell and tickled your arm and you jolted awake. A bird cawed at your sudden movement, and Joel asked, "you okay?"
When you got up, you only put your underwear back on. Joel wrapped you in one of the blankets, put his arm around you as he brought you back inside.
As you were walking back to the house, you heard the car noise again, toward the front of the orchard, and you froze, your eyes wide, looking toward the street. But this time it came with a breeze and the rustling of leaves.
“Just the wind, darlin’. What’s got ya so jumpy?”
“I dunno,” you mumbled. “Sorry.”
You didn’t realize you were jumpy. Maybe since you found out Bill and Frank could come home soon, you kept expecting them.
—-
When you got back inside, he laid the dress across the back of a chair in the living room and traced one of several red smudges with his fingers. There was bright red and dark red. "See? It's beautiful." He patted your hair. "gonna remember this forever."
He ran a bath. You sat on the edge of the garden tub as the bath filled up, and he kneeled in front of you in his boxers. He curled his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you stood up as he helped you take them off. There was diluted blood drying on your inner thighs. He dipped a sponge into the hot water to clean you. When you noticed a bit of his cum leaking out of you, it made you sad. You hoped he’d give you more.
Joel got in the tub first, then you got between his legs and laid back. You laid in silence for a while, then said, “I loved that." Hearing yourself in the bathtub sounded crisper than usual.
“What’d ya love, darlin'.”
“I love having you inside me.”
“Oh, baby, it’s my favorite place to be.”
"Good”
His cock twitched against your lower back. “‘Course it is, baby.” He kissed the crown of your head.
"I feel empty now"
"'S'okay, darlin'. You're s'posed to. 'S'posed to want somethin' there." His hand came between your legs and gently fingered your floating curls.
He shifted his hips under you. "Gotta pace yourself, but it'll feel better and better, I promise."
"Okay."
"We’ll rest up and do it again later."
"Yeah."
—---------
That night, you did it again. He was deep inside you, pressing sweet kisses into your neck as you whimpered beneath him.
“How’s it feel,” he murmured into your neck. “Still feel good?”
“Feels good,” you whined
“S’only gonna get better, baby. Better every day.” He slowly retreated, then sighed "ohh, baby" as he filled you with his cock again. He was still fucking you slowly, carefully, grunting and moaning with your whimpers and sighs. His hair was messed up again, moving to the beat of his thrusts, and his neck veins were bulging.
There was a loud rap at the door, startling you both. Joel’s hand reflexively covered your mouth as he froze, then composed himself and completed one last slow thrust, one that felt even better with you frozen in fear.
“Gonna be okay, baby,” he whispered, then pulled out. He slowly released his hand from your mouth, pressing a kiss into your lips. Your eyes were wide. You hadn't heard the car over your mutual pleasure. "Gonna be okay," he repeated.
He pulled on a pair of jeans and white t-shirt. He took a gun out of his nightstand. There was another loud rap at the door, longer this time. A deep voice with the same drawl as your husband. “JOEL, IT’S ME. OPEN UP.”
Joel looked at you and whispered, "Tommy."
Joel put the gun in the back of his jeans and shut the bedroom door behind him.
—--
The front door creaked as Joel opened it. “Tommy.” You heard the slapping of a hand on a back as they greeted each other, then the door closed. “Didn’t know ya were comin’, woulda gotten a room ready or–”
"Just dropped off Bill ‘n Frank.”
“Shhhh.”
“Hey, what the hell's goin' on? Where's the kid?”
“Tell’em she’s safe. Asleep upstairs."
"You don't think she'd wanna see'em?"
"No sense in wakin' her up."
There was a long pause, then Joel asked, “Why’d ya drive’em?"
“Their truck gave out.” After a long pause, Tommy added “Frank said somethin’s off with you.”
“What're you talkin’ about? Why would Frank said that?”
"Said ya smiled. Made'em uneasy."
Joel scoffed. "I was bein' nice."
Tommy laughed. "I told'em you're weird about hospitals, prolly overcompensatin'. Told'em everything's fine. . ."
Joel said, "good, ‘cause everything is."
"You gonna invite me in?"
"Come on in." A few footsteps, then the front door shut.
Tommy asked, “She’s upstairs?”
Tommy’s boots thudded away from Joel's bedroom, toward the stairs.
“Tommy, wait.”
Tommy didn’t wait. Two sets of footsteps climbed the stairs, with Joel’s quieter steps following Tommy's boots. You couldn't hear their conversation. A door opened and closed upstairs. Then another. And another. You turned the ring on your finger.
Footsteps, then indistinct heated words.
The lighter set of footsteps descended the stairs with the boots following behind. Tommy's voice got closer on the way down the stairs. “somethin’ ain't right here.”
The front door locked before Tommy made it down.
Joel was calm. “Slow down, take a breath.”
Tommy replied, “I don’t like that look you’re givin’ me, brother.”
Joel told him, “You need to sit down and listen to me.”
“Joel, if I don’t come back, Bill’s comin’ over here.”
"She's safe," Joel insisted. "C'mere, let's have a drink."
The footsteps faded into the living room, then stopped abruptly. "What the hell's that?" The footsteps slowly resumed, then stopped again. Then, the rustling of fabric. Tommy's voice was shaky. "What the hell is this, Joel?"
"Shhhhh. Ain't what ya think."
"Don't look like it," Tommy laughed in bad humor, then composed his nerves into calm anger. "What'd you do, Joel?"
"Nothin', Tommy. It’s her period, damn. Now sit down."
"I may be the only one who knows how dangerous you are, but don't act like I don't fuckin’ know.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
Joel responded, “You don’t."
You held your neck, looking around the room. Your pulse was pounding against the heel of your palm.
“I don't? What the hell’s that s'posed to mean?”
“I’m in love with her, Tommy." Your heart swelled.
"Jesus. . ."
Tommy mumbled something else, and Joel responded, “She's not a kid."
"She's Bill's kid," Tommy countered.
"Not anymore. And I’ll do anything to keep her." After a pause, Joel added, “I mean anything.”
"I fuckin' know you do," Tommy snapped.
"Then we’re clear," Joel said. "Tell'em ya didn't wanna wake her up."
"Not ‘til I see her," Tommy insisted.
There was a beat of silence, then Joel offered, "Cool off first, have a drink. Don't wanna scare her."
Your heart raced. Their voices became indistinct as they moved towards the kitchen.
—---------
You sat on the bed stunned. Your parents were home, and you weren't as happy as you imagined you'd be to hear it. You were wholly preoccupied by Tommy's words. Joel was dangerous. You had already come to know it in your heart, but hearing someone else say it out loud had your mind racing. You never thought about what that meant for you. The worst part was the fear in Tommy’s voice. Would Joel do something to Tommy? His own brother? They were family. You and Joel were family.
You got up and went into Joel's closet. You pulled out a flannel and put it on over your nightgown. You built up your courage, then slowly opened Joel’s bedroom door.
—---------------
You emerged from the bedroom, unsure how either of them would react. You pulled the flannel over your hands, hiding the ring. As you tiptoed into the living room, Joel was on the sofa facing away from you. Tommy was facing you and saw you first. He was holding a mostly empty glass of whiskey. Joel's glass was already empty on the coffee table. Tommy sat upright and swallowed. He put his glass down on the side table.
“Hey,” Tommy's voice was soft, like he didn't want to startle you. “You okay?”
Joel looked over his shoulder, then turned his body.
“Yeah,” you nodded and walked over to them, looking at Joel. Joel's face softened as he looked at you. You sat on one of Joel’s thighs, your bare feet on the floor holding some of your weight.
“They're home, darlin’,” Joel said and looked at you with pleading eyes. “wanna go now, or let’em get some rest, see’em in the mornin’?”
You didn’t hesitate. “Let’em get some rest.”
Tommy sat back and raised his eyebrows in surprise. When you looked right at him, the dress caught your eye on the other chair and your chest felt hot.
Joel cradled your head with one hand and kissed you on the cheek. “Ok, peaches. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight, then go back to bed."
You looked at Joel hesitantly. He nodded toward Tommy and flexed his jaw.
Tommy watched you curiously as you approached. You gave him a loose hug around the neck and the lightest peck on the cheek.
“Night, sweetie,” Tommy mumbled.
You went back to Joel's lap and put your arms around his neck. He looked at you and you searched his eyes. He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips and whispered, "Go on. I'll be there soon," with a wink. His hand was big and warm on your back as you stood up to walk away.
—
Before you closed the bedroom door behind you, Tommy said, "Okay, she's not a kid. . . Don't mean it's right."
Their conversation became indistinct until Tommy was leaving a few minutes later.
Joel said, “I’ll leave it unlocked. You can stay upstairs.”
The front door opened and closed.
—------
You weren't planning on it but as soon as the front door began to close, your legs carried you into Joel's bathroom, and your shaking hand closed the door. You sat on the tiled floor against the door. Your heart pounded. Joel would never do anything to hurt you. Why was your body reacting this way? Your eyes felt weak. You didn't want him to see you scared or upset, but this couldn't be much better. You closed your eyes and tried to get back to that place you were in the orchard where everything in the universe made sense.
Joel came into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. "Aw, baby" he said to himself as he realized where you were. He took off his pants and put the gun back in the drawer, then approached the bathroom door. "You in there, peaches?”
“Yeah,” you managed weakly.
“Can I come in?” Joel tried to open the door and found it was locked.
“Not now.” You wanted to stop crying first.
After a moment of silence, he slid down the other side of the door and sat down. “Can ya talk to me, baby?”
You sniffled, then whined, “I dunno what to say.”
Joel sighed and you heard the soft thud of his head resting against the other side of the door. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you whimpered.
“We’re a family now, baby. Gotta work through whatever you’re feelin’.”
You scooted back and slowly opened the door.
Joel came in and sat on the tile next to you, your backs against the door. He stroked your thigh. His voice was soft. “Wanna come back to bed or wanna talk in here?”
“Here.”
“Okay,” he whispered. He was studying your eyes, desperate to read them.
You winced with a cramp and put your hand where it hurt. He went to get you a pill and came back. He handed you the pill and a glass of water. “Want me to run you a bath?”
You shook your head no. You didn't need a third bath.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“What’s wrong?” you repeated.
You looked at him, hating the fact that he was going to make you ask him. Earlier, you said you didn't want to know. You wanted it to stay an abstract, romantic concept that he would kill for you. But the way Tommy was talking, you felt like you needed something. You felt like you needed to know Joel better.
Joel took a deep breath in through his nose. His voice was soft and careful. “Tommy’s my brother, and I love’m, but .. .sometimes, brothers. . . .” He was searching for words, and at the same time, searching your face for an out. He gave up and his voice dropped an octave. “What’d ya hear, darlin’?”
You heard the words come out of your mouth before you could stop them. "How'd you kill him?"
Joel squinted and searched your face. “Who?”
“What happened to Jesse?” you asked. Joel looked up at the ceiling and his nostrils flared. His chest expanded with a calming breath. You continued, “I don’t care about him at all. I don’t even care if you killed him but I wanna know."
"Thought ya didn't wanna know."
"Now I do."
“I dunno if that’s a good idea, peaches.”
“You said you’d do anything for me. This is what I need, I need you to tell me.”
Joel sighed and swallowed, then nodded. “There was an accident.”
"What kind of accident?"
"He fell."
“What? Like from a tree?”
“No, when he was diggin’.”
You felt lightheaded imagining the garden beds, and the way Joel tucked the pumpkin flower behind your ear. Something told you he was still out there. You tried not to show anything on your face.
You asked, “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“‘Cause it was my fault. I scared him. Didn't want ya to be afraid."
“What happened?“
“Won’t do ya any good knowin’ that, darlin’.” Joel sighed. “Might make ya feel bad.”
“I don’t care, just tell me.” What bothered you was that it wasn't even serious with the boy. It was nothing like it was with Joel. So Joel didn't have to do whatever he did. All Joel had to do was love you and you would've dropped everything else in an instant. All Joel had to do was hug you. You really believed that.
“He was gonna hurt ya, darlin'." You found that hard to believe, but heard him out. You reflexively squinted but tried not to look too skeptical.
"Hurt me how."
“He was talkin’ like. . . he was talkin’ disrespectful.”
Your face burned, thoughts flying around in your head about what he possibly could have said.
Joel did a double take at your face and noticed how embarrassed you were. “Darlin’, you really don’t need to be hearin’ this.”
“Just tell me.”
"So when he tried to touch ya. . .”
“You were watching us?”
“I was worried, darlin’. Just lookin’ out for ya.”
“So you saw me stop it, then.”
“Sure did, and I was proud of ya.” There was nothing to be proud of. It wasn't on any moral grounds, you were just nervous in Joel's orchard. And apparently, you had every reason to be.
“So what happened?”
“So, next time we were workin', it came up again. . ."
Your mouth felt dry.
Joel continued, "I told him that’s not how to treat a woman, that you deserved better.”
Your heart pounded. “And you were really mad, that's why he fell.”
Joel nodded, and you nodded. You could picture the rest of it, but you didn't want to. You imagined that when he fell, that wasn't the end of it.
You took his hand. “Thank you for telling me.”
Joel kissed your hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
“And thanks for doing that," you added.
Joel squinted at you, taken aback. “Doin’ what, darlin’?”
“Whatever you had to do. . . for me.”
Joel studied your face as though it might have been a trick. It wasn’t. He slowly nodded. He kissed your hand again. “You don’t hate me.”
“Of course I don’t hate you, I love you.”
Joel’s eyes watered. “This is true love, baby. Unconditional.”
You asked, “Can I ask you something else?”
“Anything, peaches.”
"Who else?”
"Uh," Joel squinted.
"I asked you how you killed him, and you asked who."
"Oh, darlin'," he chuckled.
"Did Abe really leave?"
Joel inhaled then puffed out his cheeks as he let out the breath and hesitantly shook his head no.
“He was in bad shape when I found him. Gettin’ sick, talkin’ crazy..”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were already scared. . . didn’t wanna make it worse.”
You barely nodded, trying to process all this, wondering if there was more to it, but consciously pushing the thought away. You wondered whether you would've been more or less scared if you knew something happened to Abe.
"You're a smart girl, peaches."
“What’d Tommy mean when he said you’re dangerous?”
Joel wiggled his jaw and looked away, then back at you. “I’ve made some mistakes. Used to let my temper get the best of me.” He looked down. “Don’t drink like I used to.”
He scooted around on the tile to face you. He picked up both your hands and looked at you with big, pleading eyes. “But no matter what, you gotta believe I would never, ever hurt you, baby." His eyes were glistening. "There’s no part'a me that would. I’d sooner hurt myself.”
You looked at his mouth and just as you saw the smallest quiver, he wet his lips and swallowed.
You whispered, “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Good.” He sighed in relief.
You took your hands away and tightened the flannel around you, then said, “and you wouldn’t hurt anyone I love, because that would hurt me."
Joel swallowed and inhaled through his nose, waiting uncomfortably for you to continue.
You looked at each other for a few seconds, then you asked, “Are Bill and Frank gonna be okay here?”
He looked away, then back at you before muttering, “I hope so, darlin'.”
“Even if we can't be together right away?”
Joel squinted at you incredulously. “What're you talkin’ ‘bout, can’t be together?" He scoffed coldly, making your temples hurt. "I’m sure as hell not lettin’ Tommy tell me what to do. You gonna let them tell you what to do?”
“No. . .” You didn’t know what else to say.
“We talked about this, darlin’. You change your mind?”
You shook your head. “Guess I’m still nervous. Thought maybe it'd take time."
Joel clenched his jaw, opened his mouth to speak. Then closed it again. When he did speak, he was calm and measured. “There’s no scenario where we’re not together, peaches." He raised his eyebrows at you and added flatly, "We promised each other forever.”
“I know,” you whispered.
“And I meant it,” he added with a hint of accusation.
You protested, “I did, too.” You did.
"Well I still mean it."
"I do, too." You weren't lying. Somehow, you didn't want it any less. If anything, your heart wanted it more. You wondered if you went too far in your questions.
He pried your hands off the flannel to hold them. You tried to relax but your hands were still tense.
He dipped his head to make eye contact with you and didn't blink. “You and me together. No matter what.” He closed his eyes for a breath and sighed. When his eyes met yours again, he added, “No matter where.”
Your heart fluttered.“No matter where?”
He nodded with a deep inhale through his nose. His eyes wandered, then found yours again. “yeah, no matter where."
This tugged at your heart. Was he really willing to take you out?
"There's another town . . . Ain't easy gettin’ there, but I reckon if we're real careful. . .”
You pondered it silently. You wanted to see the world outside, but you never thought about moving. You wanted to live with Joel on this land forever, but you wanted your parents to be okay, too. Leaving altogether seemed so sudden, so huge.
You asked, “Really? You would take me out?”
“Scares me to death,” he admitted. "But I just wanna be with you, peaches."
You stayed quiet for a minute.
"Ain't right they kept ya here all your life," he muttered.
The thought of leaving forever was scary, but if that's what it took to keep your parents safe, you would. Joel was your home anyway. You could feel at home anywhere with him.
You asked, “Would I get to say goodbye?”
His mouth tensed and he looked at the floor.
"Not out loud," you conceded. "But could I see them again first?"
He was quiet, reading your face. "If that's what ya need," he nodded somberly.
“Spend a little time with them?” You asked.
“How much time?” Joel countered.
“I don’t know, a few days?”
“You wanna be apart that long?”
“No, but. . . no”
Joel sighed. “Let’s figure this out tomorrow, k?”
He cradled your head and whispered, “We’ll figure it out.” He pressed his lips into yours, giving you the slowest, most tender kiss. He pulled back and your eyes clouded up.
“I love you,” you whispered. “More than anything.”
He nodded, tears in his eyes.
You added, “And there’s no ‘but’. I’ll go anywhere to be with you.”
He pulled you into straddling him. Your arms wrapped around him all on their own and you were soothed. It was true, you had given him everything. You were hollow without it, without him. But up against his body, wrapped in his big arms, you felt complete again. You felt safe.
You could feel his manhood beneath you, warm and soft. He hugged you tight and drew in a ragged breath. He held you and stroked your head for a minute. His cock hardened a little with your crotch against it. You were beginning to feel the painkiller. “Sorry, baby,” he whispered. You yawned. “Thought we’d have more time.” The front door opened, and you flinched.
“Just Tommy," Joel whispered. "He’s gonna stay upstairs tonight, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go to bed, baby.”
You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders and stood up. He hooked his thumbs under the flannel collar to help you take it off, but you pulled it tighter around yourself.
Joel pulled his hands away, then rubbed your back. "Okay, darlin'."
You got in bed, curled up on your side. Joel draped his arm over you and asked, “this okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded and loosely laced your fingers with his in front of you.
“‘S’gonna be fine, baby. We’ll figure it out.”
“I don’t wanna be apart,” you sniffled.
“We’re not gonna be,” he reassured you. “Ever.”
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It's here, it's here, it's here!! Episode Thirty Six is HERE!
[Image: The Monstrous Agonies logo, teal against a black background. The logo is a complex puzzle cube with M on one face and A on another in a gothic font. End description.]
Welcome to Season Two of Monstrous Agonies, friends! Your favourite buttery-voiced narrator is back with more late-night advice for the creature community, at our new release time of "about 4ish" 😍
This week - a couple finding it hard to communicate; and how to make a new customer feel welcome...
Listen now on our website, on Spotify, or through iTunes 🎧♥
We're chocka-block with submissions in this week's episode: our first letter was sent in by Rad; our second was based on a prompt from Wolfgang; and this week's advert was from Orbworb, whose name I finally managed to say without snort-laughing. Thanks, friends!
Submissions are open for letters, prompts and ads, but please keep in mind that if you've already sent us a letter, please hold off sending another for the time being. That limitation does not apply to adverts, however, so if you have a cool product you think the liminal world needs to hear about, or a ridiculous tagline you want to hear the Presenter say out loud, send them in!
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[Image descriptions (some punctuation added for clarity):
1. Anonymous asked: you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up. Tumblr user hotmeat89: You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.
2. Italicized white text on a black background. “Be honest.../ Would you beat me to death? 🥺🥺
3. A script for a play. Pylades: “I’ll take care of you.” Orestes: “It’s rotten work.” Pylades: “Not to me. Not if it’s you.”
4. A tumblr post by gayarsonist. *clutching your arm* sorry i’m a bit clumsy >_< whoopsie daisy! *trips & drags us both down into the chemical vat*
5. A twitter post by @ alaskastardust, habitual line-stepper. “Your trauma made you stronger.” It absolutely did not. It did make me funnier though.
6. Incoming messages. “Damn ya ass fat. What’s ya pronouns?” Underneath there is a message asking for confirmation that the user wants the other user to message them.
7. A tweet by ginger @ ginger_socks. kissing hozier on the forehead starter kit. Beneath is multiple stock images of objects: A helmet, a carabiner, rope, a climbing harness, lipstick, and a step ladder.
8. Exploding brain meme. The first phrase is next to a small brain, and each phrase after is next to increasingly more intense brains. The phases are: “Being perceived as female.” “Being perceived as male.” “Being perceived as androgynous.” “Being perceived as attractive.” And finally, “Being perceived as a threat.”
9. A fake article headline with a subtitle and image beneath it. Tiny Rabbit Is Obsessed With Giant Girlfriend Who’s 4 Times His Size. “I think he knows she’ll protect him.” The image shows two rabbits laying on a tile floor next to a mirror. One rabbit is many sizes larger than the other.
10. A post by a tumblr user whose username is many consecutive numbers. It has many typos: “wjhat if we accidemtally kissed 😍🤣🙊 and then we 😋 ...died ! /end ID]
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