#I did toss three (3) skirts which is

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Off Limits 

✶ One shot - is a part 2 to untouchable but can be read as a stand alone

Pairing | Eddie x his best friends little sister

Post summary | You’ve been in love with Eddie since you can remember. When he refused to see you as anything except for his best friends, untouchable, innocent, little sister, you worked out a way to get him to look at you differently, now you deal with the fall out of it.

What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, jealous Eddie & reader, lots of tension - no use of y/n

Post Warnings | Drug mention, F oral, Fingering, voyeurism, public sex acts, slight choking - let me know if I missed any

Word count | 6 K

Pt 1 | Pt 3 |

Authors Note | Okay first of all - Tumblr was being a B and wouldn't let me post, so I had to refresh and lost all of the tagging I did (which took me for effing ever) I'm posting this and I'll tag everyone once I've had a goddamn ciggerate. Anyways, I wrote a long ass part 2 and then decided I wanted to halve it and make a part 3 because I have an unhealthy obsession with ending things on a cliff hanger (sorta) but it's written and proof read and will be posted 24 hours after this. I hope this lived up to everyones expectations

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

I jumped at every sound that drifted down the entry hall, flipping through an open novel spread across the kitchen counter that I wasn’t paying attention to, as I re read the same paragraph for the fifth time. My nerves spiked and my fingers gripped the next page, in danger of ripping it from the spine of the book as the front door smacked open and my brothers voice rang out.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Eddie since what happened under his Hellfire table. He’d ushered his club out as soon as the campaign ended, providing me with a quick escape as I fled from the room and didn’t look back. I’d worried about what to say – or not to say – the next time he turned up with Trevor, but I shouldn’t have bothered panicking about it because Eddie had been ominously absent without an excuse. 

I couldn’t very well go and ask my brother about it, his response making me choke up before I could even figure out the words, and I didn’t want to give myself away as the reason why Eddie might be avoiding me – and by extension Trevor. But tonight was movie night, and if Eddie missed this without a good enough reason – like a broken leg or death – Trevor would get suspicious. 

I definitely had not changed my outfit three times and spent an hour on my makeup just in case Eddie turned up for tonight. 

A shiver shot down my spine as I leant further over the counter, burying my head further into the book as I fidget, trying hard to look relaxed and unbothered as footsteps filled the empty hallway.

I couldn’t help my glance up as an unfamiliar footfall slapped against the linoleum. 

“Umm… Hi?” 

“Hey” The tall blonde smirked at me, helping herself to a drink from the fridge as her short mini skirt rode up her thighs. My stomach sunk as I watched her prance around the island bench, leaning on it as she popped open the soda can and glared at me over the lip of it. 

“Who are you?” I hissed, slamming my book shut as I straightened up. 

“Laura.” Her eyes flashed in surprise at my animosity and her smile was sickly sweet as she took a loud slurp, leaving makeup stains on the can. 

“Right… and you’re here why?” I was afraid of the answer. 

“Movie night.” She grinned and tossed her hair back as my face dropped, my lunch threatening to make a reappearance.  

“Or a movie date, whatever you want to call it, we met at the Hideout.” At that moment she glanced towards the hallway, and I spun around to face what my anger was internally screaming at. 

Eddie was hovering in the darkened entry space, turned towards the living room but facing to where I stood shaking in fury next to the stranger dressed like a whore in my kitchen. His brows knotted as he spared her a glance and his hand moved to rub at his jaw as his gaze reluctantly moved to mine. 

I didn’t know what I expected, something along the lines of how he’d looked at me between his legs in front of his throne, or if he wanted to pretend it didn’t happen then maybe how he’d always looked at me, like a kid sister. The dark resolute of disinterest bordering on anger was not what I thought I was going to find when his glowering stare met mine. 

Trevor chose that moment to burst through the doorway, shoving past Eddie as he came to stand around the bench. He slowed and rested his fist on the countertop as the thick tension hit him, his eyes flickering between our faces. 

“You ready babe?” I spun around as he slid his arm around Laura’s waist, accepting her kiss eagerly as he scowled at me over her shoulder, not knowing what caused the awkward atmosphere but blaming me for it anyway. 

“Wait she’s here for you?” My voice came out in an unplanned shocked screech.

“Obviously, who else?” He stared at me like he wouldn’t expect me to consider Eddie as a possibility. I tried to not be noticeable as I dropped my eyes from them and turned back to face him but he’d disappeared from the door frame.

“You joining us?” The microwave door creaked as Trevor slid a bowl of unpopped corn kernels into it.  

“Uh yeah.” The whole situation had caught me off guard, and I’d answered without thinking. 

I hesitated in the kitchen as my brother and what appeared to be his new girlfriend, giggled and groped at each other as the occasional pop echoed off the cabinets, I groaned and grabbed my water bottle as they started making out without shame, heading for the living room filled with the blue glow from the tv set that was geared up and ready to play Trevor’s horror movie choice of the night. 

I waited for him to acknowledge me, but his eyes were glued to the paused screen, leaning his head into his arm perched on the side of the couch. I briefly considered taking up residence in the uncomfortable chair directly next to the tv and facing away from it, but that would look more suspicious to Trevor than sitting next to Eddie on the couch we always shared. 

“Hi.” My voice was small as I gripped the bottle tighter to my chest, unsure where we stood after what happened between us. His eyes flashed to my face, softening as they moved behind me to see that I was alone. 

“Hey you.” He allowed me half a smug smirk as I took a probing step forward, returning his smile with a careful one as my heart unclenched a little. 

“Haven’t seen you for a bit.” I walked past his spread knees as I plopped onto the furthest end of the couch, trying to keep my eyes on his and not how tight his pants were around his hips as he stretched and tugged his jeans down an inch. 

“Yeah, had some stuff to sort out.” He titled his head towards me as his stare burned into me, and even in the cold space between us, the night time sky seeping in through the open window casting long shadows over us, I could feel the suffocating zaps of electricity that flared between us. 

It was strong enough to steal my breath away, too strong for me to have imagined it, and from the way Eddie’s eyes darkened as his eyes fell to my lips, he had to be feeling it to. 

I opened my mouth to say something when the entry hall light flicked off and Trevor strutted into the room, bringing the strong smell of butter with him. 

“Bunch up man.” He nodded at Eddie as he gestured for Laura to take a seat, handing her the bowl as he went to go grab the tv remote. 

I heard Eddie’s low sigh as he balled up his hands and used them to push into the couch, propelling him towards my end as I shuffled up against the very edge of it. The room blackened completely as the screen went dark, the quiet static creeping through the speakers. 

Fuck

In the darkness the tingling tension between us hiked up a hundred times more, almost palpable in the air. My breathing stopped, and from the way Eddie froze beside me as he went rigid from trying to keep the non-existent space between us, so had he. 

The couch groaned under Trevor’s weight as he folded himself onto the opposite end of it, slinging an arm over Laura and pulling her into his side from where she was wedged between him and Eddie. 

The screen lighted up, the words ‘based on a true story’ spread across it as it faded back into blackness and a scene of a happy couple making out at a lookout, took its place. 

“Thought this was supposed to be a horror, not a romance Trevor.” Eddie hissed, digging his hand into his knee as he picked at the loose threads and grimaced at the display of affection in front of us. 

“It is, dude.” Trevor glanced over the mound of blonde hair to shoot Eddie a concerned look. I burrowed down into the cushions away from Eddie, crossing my arms across my chest as I tried to melt away. 

Any other night if I was sat in front of an R-rated movie, I’d be jumping and letting out little squeals the same as Laura. But I was too focused on snatching my hand back when it reached out to brush against Eddie’s thigh like it had a mind of its own, barely catching myself in time. I was literally having to remind myself to breath as every little shift that brought our bodies together, sent a flash of heat from wherever our skin touched. 

He was driving me insane, but most infuriatingly of all was how unbothered Eddie seemed. Even though it felt like he was going to strenuous lengths to avoid touching me as much as possible, he was slouched in a relaxed position with his head leaning against the back of the couch, his hands resting in loose fists along the curve of his lap. 

I swallowed hard as his lashes lowered against his cheeks, his breath fluttering from his parted lips as the mixed colours of gore from the tv, reflected off his sharp features prettily. 

I’d turned my head too far and he noticed me, I dropped my gaze just as Eddie’s eyes slid to mine, watching my cheeks blaze in indignation at being caught. I felt his stare burning heat into me like an actual physical touch and I couldn’t help myself, I glanced back up shyly to find his almost black eyes focused entirely on me now. 

The upturned corner of his lips twitched as a tight coil constricted around my chest, making it impossible to breath as his eyes trapped me. I caught my lip between my teeth as Eddie leant across my lap, his fingers brushed my knees as he swiped up the bundle of blankets at the corner of the couch. 

“It’s cold.” He didn’t give the others a choice as he tossed a blanket into Trevor’s face, turning his back on him as he tucked the fleecy material into the contours of my body. I stayed as still as stone as Eddie draped it over my shoulders, his warm breath tickled my neck as he bent close to whisper in my ear. 

“If you bite your fucking lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.” 

Fuck

I was lucky it was dark because my face was on fire, my breath blew past my lips in a shudder as Eddie sunk back against the pillows. A satisfied scoff vibrated through his chest as he lightly hung the rest of the blanket over his lap, his arms disappearing beneath it. 

Spurts of red danced across the screen as the movie reached the point of the killer going on a spree, his victims screams bounced off the walls and drowned out my gasp as Eddie’s fingers brushed against my thigh. 

His light touch traced across the fabric of my skirt, quickly moving down the side of my naked leg as my breath tumbled out in gasps. The thin blanket bunched up in my lap as I twisted it in my hands, gulping as Eddie’s fingers tips crawled over the top of my thighs, making his way to the blazing heat between them. 

Eddie kept his eyes on the screen as he bantered back with Trevor over the low budget gore effects, squeezing my inner thigh until I relaxed and spread them apart for him. 

I didn’t know what was in the air between us that made even the slightest touch feel like a lightning strike. But my body betrayed me as it became alert to every delicate brush of Eddie’s fingers, every inch that brought him closer to my drenched panties made me tremble against him. 

I buried my groan by biting into my fist but he wasn’t so subtle. Eddie’s head fell back against his shoulders and let out a sigh through clenched teeth as his fingers slipped between my folds, flicking up and down through my slick as I anchored myself to the couch, holding on for dear life as his finger tip moved over my swollen bud, rubbing constant circles until my legs were shaking so hard the pillows beneath us started moving. 

I whimpered as Eddie’s hand curved, pressing his first long finger inside of me, the intrusion burned slightly as he stretched me out before drifting off into a new sense of pleasure. I’d played with myself before, too many nights to remember where I pretended my smaller fingers were Eddie’s long ones, covered in bulky rings as they slammed into me. 

But out of all the times I’d imagined this, I didn’t expect to have to have to swallow my cries because Eddie was secretly touching me in front of other people. Eddie laughed loudly to cover my moan as he slid a second finger deep into me, leaning forward over his lap to block me from view as I grabbed his wrists above the blanket, using him to keep me steady as the feeling of his hand threaten to send me over the edge. 

“You’re actually enjoying the movie?” Laura scoffed, glaring at Eddie as I tried to blink through my tears of pleasure. 

“Uh yeah, I actually really like what I’m watching.” He smirked, covering his mouth with his free hand as he glanced over at me through his thick lashes. 

My head snapped back as I couldn’t stop the shudder and soft whimper that fled me as Eddie pushed up against a sensitive soft spot deep in my pussy. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head as Trevor asked me if the movie was too scary, not trusting myself to speak. 

There was a roar of a chainsaw and Laura shrieked. 

“Oh my god stop stop stop.” I scrambled as Eddie ripped his hand from between my legs, rubbing his jaw with the fingers still drenched in my essence as he glanced at my brother reaching for the remote. I used the distraction to shimmy my skirt back down my thighs, pinching the fabric of my panties to cover my slit again after Eddie had shoved it out of the way for himself. 

He turned his head to look at me with alight eyes as my chest heaved and I sat up straighter, breathing deeply as I tore the blanket off my lap and let it fall to our feet, wanting to hide the evidence. Eddie grunted and curled over like he’d been punched in the gut as he glared at me, his hand pressed against his crotch. 

I narrowed my eyes back confusingly at him before he huffed and his hands quickly dipped beneath his pant line, readjusting his hard on before the others noticed it straining against his jeans. 

“I cannot believe you thought a double date watching a gross horror movie was a good idea.” Trevor’s face flared in anger as we all snapped our necks towards Laura and the boys almost yelled over each other. 

“This is not a fucking double date –“ 

“-God no, she’s just Trevor’s sister.” Eddie shook his head with a look of – what I could only describe as disgust – clouding his face. 

Just Trevor’s sister

The rush of air that was knocked from my chest was quiet, but he heard it. Eddie’s face was cold and devoid of any emotion, hiding whatever thoughts burned behind those pretty dark eyes as hurt flared in my face. That hurt quickly spiralled in anger as Trevor laughed like Laura had told the funniest joke in existence and she glanced between us in confusion. 

I was only ever going to be the little sister. Nothing more, nothing less. Never my own person. The cold gut wrenching feeling of being used washed over me as everyone’s eyes settled on me. 

Eddie had been right. He knew what guys wanted, what all guys wanted. 

What he wanted.

My pathetically pining heart that had chased him for the last decade, cracked as I struggled with the realisation.

It didn’t matter how much I tried to fight and prove myself against the ‘innocent’ label they’d branded me with, because Eddie wasn’t going to feel anything genuine for me, he was just going to treat me like his little play thing. 

I was such a fucking idiot 

That knowledge made the corner of my vision turn red as my nails bit into my palms, the words falling from me without fear or hesitation. 

“You know what Laura? I completely agree with you, it is a stupid idea. And I’m really glad that the guy that asked me to go out this weekend, doesn’t think I’d enjoy watching a horror movie under a blanket for a first date.” I spat the words at the shocked face of my brother and the stone cold, barely concealed simmering rage of Eddie’s. His eyes followed me as I launched myself from the couch, kicking his feet out of the way as I sped from the room before my building tears could fall. 

The cold press wasn’t helping to dim the puffiness around both of my eyes, I slammed the wet cloth against the sink as I sighed and leant over it, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. My scream mutilated in my throat as I clutched my chest and spun around, cowering against the vanity as the pair of reflective eyes that scared me, emerged from the darkness. 

Eddie hovered in the doorway with a grim expression, anger tightening the corner of his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You’ve been crying.” His voice didn’t reveal anything as he pointed out the obvious. 

“Clearly, genius.” I swallowed as my eyes roamed over his bare chest, flitting away as he shifted and his plaid pyjama pants dipped lower against his v-line. 

“What’s wrong?” His jaw clenched as he stumbled over the question, his eyes flaring with the answer he knew was coming. 

“Why would you bother asking me that? I’m just Trevor’s little, innocent, stupid sister.” For the first time real anger flowed between us, pure undiluted rage as I stood my ground, copying his stance as I cocked a brow at him, daring him to deny the truth. 

“Untouchable. Remember?” My hushed yell was still far too loud in the quiet house, cutting through the darkness as something burned in Eddie’s eyes and tears threatened to make a reappearance in mine. 

“I never said you were stupid.” His face blazed with his own anger now as he took a few steps towards me. I backed into the few inches of space I still had behind me, needing to stay away from him to keep my head clear. 

Eddie muttered my name as my eyes closed on their own, squeezing shut tighter and his rough, cold hands cradled my face. 

“Open your eyes.” He demanded, pressing his hold on me as I shook my head. They flew open in shock and widened as Eddie’s chest pressed against mine, feeling it expand as he sucked in a deep breath and tilted his face towards me. 

He was so close it was hard to look up at him, his lips moved closer to me as he whispered his question, the words vibrating through both of our bodies as he pressed me to him. 

“What do you want?” It was barely a sigh, sending my mind blank as the minty smell of him washed over me. Eddie’s lashes brushed his cheeks as they focused on my quivering lips, patiently waiting for an answer that I couldn’t comprehend. 

I caved

I couldn’t resist him

Even if he only wanted what every guy wanted 

“You.” I didn’t say it, I just mouthed the word because Eddie’s dark stare had stolen the power of speech from me. 

“Say it again. Louder.” His jaw flexed as our shaky breaths mingled, our lips moving closer together as his loose hair brushed past my collar bones. He paused, just as his bottom lip caressed mine and my knees gave out. 

Eddie’s arm slid around my waist to keep me upright and the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to force his smirk away. 

“Say it.” 

“You.” Eddie’s lips encased mine. 

His heat flooded through me as they moved in a way that I’d only ever read about in my romance novels. They were softer than his hair looked, firm but they moved perfectly in sync with mine. God, the taste of him was more than I could have imagined, somehow a perfect mix of his cologne and weed and cigarettes and our peppermint mouthwash.

He was everywhere, his hands touching each bare patch of skin that I needed him to as I gave in completely, twisting my hands in his hair to pull him closer to me as I revelled in finally having our first kiss, never wanting to feel the cold air between our lips again. 

Eddie groaned in response to my own one that tumbled from my lips, gripping the fabric of my shorts at my hip until I was afraid he was going to tear it away, his free hand trapped the side of my face, tilting my head up so he could attack my neck. 

Each gentle bite followed by a kiss elected a desperate moan from me, flowing faster from me before I could stop them, almost like Eddie was chasing after them and finding pleasure in each sound he forced from me. My head rested back against the mirror with a sigh as his lips traced across my collar bone, teasing at the base of my neck as his hand brushed past the side of my breast, seeming almost like an accident until I spotted the smirk on Eddie’s face. 

His hand tightened behind my ear and the nape of my neck as our eyes met, Eddie rose to his full height as an electric bolt shot through me from where our bare skin touched, straight to between my legs. 

A tremor of cold reality washed over as his hand moved to trace the outline of my lips and I remembered where his fingers had been only a couple of hours ago. His face dropped as I gasped and lightly shoved at his shoulders, slipping out of his grip as I pulled up the strap of my shirt that Eddie had sneakily slipped off my shoulder. 

“Don’t do this. Please, if you don’t care about me, don’t act like you do. I’m not some whore you can have when you want.” I couldn’t hold his stare as my breath quivered from me, sounding embarrassingly like I was going to cry as Eddie gripped the sides of the vanity beside me and leaned over it, forcing me to bow back against it and look up at him.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes flashed dangerously, Eddie ran his tongue along his bottom lip as his stare flicked between mine, trying to read something in them as his brows creased angrily. 

“You have no idea how much I fucking care about you.” 

I refused to believe him

“Like a sister.” I mumbled. 

Heat flashed up my arm as Eddie wrenched it away from his chest, pressing my fingers against his hard length hidden beneath his pants. I glanced up at him as he let out a hollow sigh, smiling without humour as he shook his head. 

“I haven’t stopped being hard since you decided to hide under that fucking table. I haven’t been able to stop thinking you. You have no idea-.” Eddie tilted his forehead until it was pressing against mine, letting his eyes fall shut as he loosened his grip around my wrist. 

I kept my hand pressed against him, my cheeks blushing as I waited. 

“-what you do to me. Fucks sake you pretty, silly girl. I tried to stay away because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. Look what happened tonight, I thought I could handle seeing you but I fucking can’tstay away from you. I love Trevor like a brother, and because of that, you’re off limits.” Eddie dropped his grip completely and took a step back, shaking his head to clear it as he stared up at the ceiling, clenching his fists together before he yanked them through his hair roughly. 

Eddie glanced back down at me with a sad smile as I froze, soaking up every syllable. 

“Like a sister.” He mocked me. “You’ve got no idea how hard it is not to corrupt you. I was able to stay away from you for ten years, but you just had to prove how bad you actually are didn’t you?” Eddie shook his head again, his hand squeezing my cheeks until my lips mushed together. 

“Not so innocent, am I?” White, hot pleasure cut through me. I’d won

Eddie groaned and threw his head back, muttering the word Succubus 

“The things I want to do to you, what I dream about doing, what I need to do to you. You don’t do that to a sister.” Eddie took a few more steps back, like he needed the space between us as a foreign heat spurred me across the tiles of the bathroom a couple of paces. 

“Like what?” I demanded, excitement urging me on as the walls between my legs fluttered at his words. 

“That’s not the sort of thing I should tell someone like you.” Eddie wrapped his hands around my wrists to pull them away as I reached up to cup his face, pinning them between us as he smirked at the pout on my lips. 

“Someone like me?” I scowled. 

“Virgin.” Eddie grinned widely, whispering the word like he was embarrassed.

“How would you know.” I shot back, flinching away from him. 

“Because from the first day I met you, I haven’t taken my eyes off you. Trust me, I would know if you weren’t one anymore.” Eddie’s eyes flashed a warning in them as his face coloured, his chest heaving as he ran his gaze over my body. 

“Show me.” 

“What?” I enjoyed catching him off guard for a split second before I pushed forward, refusing to lose my false sense of confidence. 

“Show me… what you want to do to me.” My voice sounded heavy with lust even to my own ears, a blush creeping up my neck as Eddie halted. 

Eddie’s hands fell to my hips as he pushed me back against the counter, kicking the bathroom door shut with his heel as he lifted me onto the counter behind us, sliding my legs apart as he moved between them.  

“That’s it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” My breaths were shallow as Eddie dipped against my chest, biting at my breasts beneath the thin fabric of my shirt as he moved across my stomach, his hands tracing the trails of fire that his mouth left behind. 

My head pressed back against the cold surface of the mirror as I knotted my hands in Eddie’s hair, holding onto him to keep me on earth as his face pressed against my slit covered by my pyjama shorts.

I wasn’t wearing panties and Eddie knew that. His eyes glinted up at me as I peeked down, shutting my eyes and throwing my head to the side as he pressed his nose against me and rubbed it against my swollen clit, laughing deeply as I trembled and hooked my legs around his back to trap him against me. Eddie pushed my thighs up further until they were resting on his shoulders and I was sitting half off the vanity, my pelvis angled perfectly towards him as he looked at me like I was edible. 

“So goddamn corruptible.” Whatever snarky response I might have had, died on my lips as Eddie devoured me like a mad man. His lips latched around my clit as he tugged slightly, grinning into my thigh as a loud moan slid out of my chest. He squeezed my legs and shushed me before he brought his tongue to my puffy lips drenched in my own arousal and his saliva, spreading the mixture around and burying his face in it as I twisted beneath him and tugged his hair up towards me, begging for him to suck on my clit again as I whimpered. 

“Please Eddie please.” I arched away from the mirror as I reached up to cup my own breasts, surprising myself as I pinched and twisted my hard nipples until I was crying out from both the pain and the laps of pleasure Eddie’s tongue was erecting from me. 

“Uhh I’m fucking powerless if you beg.” He rolled his eyes as he moved higher on his knees, digging his fingers into the tops of my thighs as his teeth dragged along my throbbing bud, each tug from his mouth made my legs ache to snap shut and trap him there forever. 

The mirror steamed up as heat billowed around us, a lusty concoction of my moans and Eddie’s grunts and the erotic sounds of his tongue on my pussy was enough to suffocate us both. 

Something tightened just below my stomach, forcing my eyes shut as my legs twitched and I froze, almost seizing as Eddie’s tongue circled around my clit as his longest finger slid inside of my drenched hole easily, almost like he recognised some unseen cue to go faster. 

His free hand that wasn’t working between my legs shot up to shove his fingers in my mouth so that my gag muted my scream, coating my tongue in the sticky residue that his hand had fucked out of me. 

It all happened at once, something invisible broke inside of me and my legs snapped shut against the sides of Eddie’s face, my crossed ankles digging into the middle of his back as I arched up off the mirror, ripping his hair from the roots as my lips locked around a silent scream and choked on his hand. 

Waves of immense pleasure, nothing like I had ever been able to elicit out of my body myself, destroyed my composure. This feeling came deep from within my soul, no, Hell. 

It had to come from Hell because nothing could so devilishly intoxicating, I would ruin my soul searching for this feeling for the rest of the time. 

As quickly as it came, it was over. I slumped against the vanity as I melted, my eyes ringing and blocking out Eddie’s question as he rose to his feet, grinning as he wiped the wetness from his chin and wrapped his hand around my ass, crushing me to him as he dipped his head down to me. 

“You still think I’m innocent?” My hypothetical question came out groggy, like I was drunk as I clasped my fingers around the back of his neck. I couldn’t help the stupid grin on my face as I shivered, unable to block out the tingling between my thighs as my internal walls fluttered around nothing, begging for something. 

“You just came on my face, what do you think?” His grin was twice as wide as his lips moved to mine. 

“Yo Eddie, is that you in there?” Eddie’s face froze inches from mine as Trevor’s voice rung out from the hallway, his heavy footsteps thudding against the carpet runner as he headed towards the bathroom.

“Uh yeah man, just taking a piss.” I jumped as my brother’s fist pounded down against the wooden door, flinching as it rattled on its hinges. Eddie’s face was an exact image of fear the same as mine, as we tensed in each other’s arms. 

“Well I’m gonna smoke if you wanna come.” There was a pause as Eddie’s eyes snapped shut and he pinched the bridge of his nose, I could see his thoughts ticking over as my head swam, my thoughts turning foggy from the breath I refused to let go off. 

I tightened my hold around his shoulders as Eddie’s hands gripped my sides, lifting me off the bench and placing me with a feather light touch next to where the door would swing back on. His hand wrapped around my mouth as he turned towards the closed doorway. 

“I’m going to tell him.” His words were barely more than a whisper as resolve hardened in his eyes, speaking more to himself than me as my face narrowed in shock. 

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec.” Eddie’s eyes flashed back to mine as his hand dropped to my throat, not tight enough to hurt but he squeezed it until my core throbbed for him again. Eddie mashed his lips to mine, wiping the smile off my face as his free hand cradled the curve of my cheek softly, he pulled away only to whisper in my ear. 

“You’re not going on that date this weekend.” Eddie’s smirk disappeared from my shocked glance as he placed a soft kiss at the side of my neck, leaving me alone with my shiver as cold air replaced his hold and he tugged the door open, wide enough to slip through but still hiding me and my reflection, from view. 

“You been jerking off in there or something?” I pressed both hands against my mouth as my knees shook, my brothers voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears. 

“Yeah, couldn’t help myself.” There was a tinge of nerves and annoyance in his voice that Trevor didn’t pick up on, drowning in his forced laugh and my brothers boisterous one. 

“You need a girl man.” It sounded like Trevor slapped Eddie on the shoulder and I glanced up in the mirror. 

Eddie’s pained and honest stare met mine in the reflection as he glanced over his shoulder, a war raging in his face as he pulled the door closed behind him. 

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Part Three

Also readers - if anyone’s looking for a slow burn Eddie x enemies to lovers, check out my Opposite Ends series (almost completed)

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4 heads are better than 3…

Mc X Sebastian X Ominis X Garreth smut

Summary: Mc just can’t decide between her 3 situationships so decides to test them all out again… at once 🌶️🌶️🌶️ 18+!! Characters are aged up, minors dni!

A/N: So over on my tt acc I made an ai audio series on how Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis and Mc come to be in a poly relationship together, and I thought I’d write some smut leading up to that. This is my first ever smut fic so bear with me 😭 but I hope you enjoy and lmk your thoughts or any other ideas you have I could write ;)

The last few nights had been… well, frustrating for Mc. Each night, as if on queue, she’d wake up, panties soaked through with her wetness, and head in a frenzy of dirty thoughts and confusion. It didn’t help that she had already felt what all of them felt like, pulsing inside of her walls… but the more she dreamt, the more holes she craved to be filled, and she couldn’t ignore it any longer…

She knew she had to talk to the boys to explain her frustrations… but she feared they’d never be up for it, at least not all three of them on her at once? She sighed, tossing and turning in her bed, trying to get back off to sleep, wondering which boy would take which hole of hers in the next dream, a nightly dilemma. Would they fight over who gets to use which hole? She imagined all of them deep inside her, upset this was a dream, not reality. It was agonising.

The next morning at breakfast, she sat down on the Slytherin table, next to Ominis and Sebastian, the same as any usual day. Sebastian immediately noticed her change in demeanour, his smile creeping into a smirk. “Did you forget to put your skirt on today, dear?” He chuckled, eliciting a surprised gasp from her and Ominis. “W-what the hell do you mean, Sallow? I’m-“ she looked down at her thighs, her skirt was there, but definitely A LOT higher than usual… had she done this subconsciously due to her deliriously horny state? She immediately blushed and scrambled to pull it down, so it would at least cover her, already slightly wet, panties.

Ominis cleared his throat. “If it makes you feel any better dear, you know I saw nothing” his lips curved into a warm smile, one that could melt even the most frozen of hearts. “Thank you ominis…” she smiled back at the boy, before turning and glaring at Sebastian.

“What! It wouldn’t be the first time you forgot your clothes in front of me” He teased her.

“It’s 9 in the morning, Sebastian. We’re trying to eat.” Ominis rolled his blind eyes.

“I overslept… so I got ready in a rush, nothing more” she assured Seb, playfully swatting him with the mornings daily prophet. “Oh of course…”

“Anyway..” Mc went on, squirming slightly as she felt the heat inside of her rising looking at the two boys. They always looked so effortlessly handsome, and it really wasn’t helping her… situation. She cradled her cup of orange juice as she decided to bite the bullet. “So I heard the three broomsticks are having like an event on tonight, I might invite Garreth too, if you want to come?” She explained.

Before either boy could reply, Garreth came up behind her, “I heard my name?” He chuckled, perching on the seat next to mc, earning a disapproved look from the rest of the slytherins on the table.

“Oh garreth! I was just saying we should all go to the three broomsticks tonight! They’ve got a thing on, It looks like a lot of…fun” she struggled to get the last word out as she felt a swarm of butterflies gather inside of her stomach, knowing all the boys were looking at her. This was the only thing she could think of on the spot to get them all in one place with no questions asked… and then she could propose the question.

“Sounds good, I’m in” Sebastian said, muffled slightly with a mouthful of toast. Ominis looked in Sebastian’s direction, a look of distaste at his mannerism. “Mhm… me too.”

“Then I’m going too!” Garreth beamed, in his usual excitable nature. Mc’s heart raced as they all agreed, preparing herself for the night ahead…

The evening rolled around fast, and the event itself was a lot of fun, Sebastian and Garreth arguing over the quiz answers while Mc laughed at them and Ominis tutted at their boyishness. They were all slightly tipsy, having maybe one butter beer too many to be completely sober. As the event finished and they were walking back to the castle, she braced herself for the question she gathered them all up for in the first place.

“Hey Mc… you keep going on about this ‘room of requirement’ business but we’ve never actually seen it, I think it’s about time you showed us your little secret room” Garreth winked.

“Bet it’s a sex room. That’s why she hasn’t showed us, you naughty little minx” Sebastian teased her, brushing his hand against her waist. She took this as the perfect opportunity.

“Oh yeah definitely” she rolled her eyes. “But by all means you should all come…in” she gulped.

The boys followed her in to the ror, amazed at how nice it was in there. “Fuck mc…the size of that bed all of us could shag you” Sebastian teased, jokingly.

Her cheeks lit up a fiery red. “Well.. this might’ve been the reason I wanted you all with me tonight.

The three boys jaws dropped at her words, expecting anything but that to come out. “I’m sorry dear, I think I misheard you… you want all three of us… at once?” Ominis questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“Y-yes… I can’t stop thinking about you three, and it’s agonising! You all tease me in different ways and at this point I’m having to change panties like after every class because of how wet you all get me. I just need-“

Before she can even finish her sentence, Sebastian grabs her face and pulls her in. He kisses her hungrily, as if the boy hadn’t been fed in years, groans escaping his lips as he pushes her back onto her bed. “Oh my god” she pants as he pulls away, smirking at her, motioning for garreth to join in on the fun. She rips off Garreths tie and jacket, craving to feel every inch of his chest and back as he kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding against each other frantically. Ominis was lost in all of this, despite his lack of sight, the sounds were just too much for him and he already had a visible bulge forming as he crept onto the bed. “Let me have a go with her” he demanded softly, the other two boys moving aside while pawing at their aroused members through the fabric.

Ominis caressed her face as his lips met hers, his member only growing bigger and harder as he kissed her passionately. “Fuck my angel…I wanna touch every inch of you” he groaned, earning a rapid nod from Mc.

“We need to do something about all these clothes though first, don’t we?” He smirked, skilfully undoing the buttons on her blouse while kissing up and down her neck, her legs trembling already from the action.

“Let me help” Sebastian offered, positioning his face between her thighs and kissing up them slowly, stopping every now and then to suck on them, making sure to leave hickeys as his possessive side started to unveil itself. He tugged off her pitiful excuse for a skirt, tutting as he did so.

“You’re so pathetic my love, it was obvious you wanted this from the start, teasing us wearing these invisible skirts” he said before returning to work on her thighs.

“Maybe… you should’ve just taken me as punishment then and there” she offered, trying her best to hold back her moans.

“Trust me I’m working on it love” Sebastian growled as he found himself at her panties, which were soaked to the core. “So eager for us aren’t you?” He teased as he circled her core through the fabric, causing her to grab Garreths thigh in her squirming.

“Fuck” Garreth moaned as her hand trailed up to his cock, which was threatening to burst out of his clothes at this point. Mc notices this before turning to stroke it softly, feeling it pulse through the farbic. “Garreth…” she looked up at him innocently.

“Yes… fuck mc”

“I want to suck it” she groaned in frustration at how it was still hidden from her, pouting at the redhead. Garreth smiled before removing his trousers, leaving Mc to take it from there. There was a little wet patch of pre cum already staining his boxers. Mc watches in awe, for a moment ignoring the other two boys’ actions, greedily pulling them down as his member springs out from them. It was big, probably around 7 inches and super thick. She circles the head with her tongue, as if she was savouring the taste of a lollipop. Garreth tilts his head back in pleasure as she attempts to take in more and more of him. She was so desperate, she needed them…

“Looks like you’re having fun Mc…” Sebastian chuckled as he looked up. Before she could acknowledge his words, he grabbed her waist, forcing her onto her hands and knees, whilst ominis was still under her kissing her erect nipples. He pushed one finger into her folds, earning him a cry of pleasure. “Fuckkk you’re desperate for these to be filled aren’t you” he moaned to himself, examining his soaking wet finger. Mc nodded eagerly, her mouth still latched onto Garreths cock, which had taken to thrusting into her mouth.

“How would you like this hole stretched out for a change?” He enquired as he slapped her ass, tracing along her pink hole. “Yes. I need you Sebastian” she gagged, her head still bobbing on Garreths cock. As Sebastian started massaging her ready for his length , she turned to Ominis who had been quietly working kisses all over her body.

She felt his cock throbbing underneath her and she wanted to hop on it so badly. She grinded on Ominis, causing his face to flush pink. “Are you gonna ride me like a good girl, my darling?” Ominis smiled, positioning her hips so that her pussy was hovering above his cock, but Sebastian still has access to her other hole. “I need it Omi!” she almost screamed out, using her free hand to rub circles on her clit.

Ominis pushed her hips down onto his member, listening to her moans of pleasure as if it were music as she sat down properly on it. “You’re so big” she cried out as Ominis started to buck his hips up, thrusting his large member deeper inside of her walls. “And you’re so fucking tight” he growled, unleashing a side to himself she’d rarely get to see, but all the while she loved it.

“Are you ready for another cock my love” Sebastian smirked as he watched his best friend fuck her, and it only made him hornier. Mc nodded frantically, not even noticing that her other hole was heavily loosened from Seb’s work. Seb slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back in ecstasy from how delicious she felt. Something clicked within Mc then, the realisation that all three of the men’s cocks were inside of her, filling her up to the brim. She felt like she could burst but in the best possible way…

Once she got used to the new sensation and Sebastian was happily humping away at her pink hole, she turned her attention back to garreth who was eagerly face fucking her. “Mc… I think I’m close….” he breathed as his cock reached the back of her throat. As he shot his load into her delicate mouth she moaned loudly, some dribbling out down her lips and dripping onto her breasts. The sensation of Garreths warm cum shooting down her throat alone was enough to tip her over the edge, she gripped the bed sheets as Ominis tried to steady himself as her walls gripped tightly around his member. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she rode out her high, dying for the feeling of her walls gripping around Ominis and Sebastians cocks, which were still pumping deep inside of her holes.

“That was… fuck” she breathed, the cum still dribbling down her chin as she looked back at them. That image of her, her perfect ass bouncing with every thrust, Garreths cum all over her face, her pussy wrapped around Ominis’ cock sent Sebastian over the edge next. He collapsed over her as he came, shooting his hot seed into the dead end of her hole. He rest his head on her shoulder, panting and satisfied. Ominis groaned at the sight, gripping her hips and using her as his little toy. “I’m gonna cum in you Mc…” but before he could even think about pulling out of her walls he tipped over the edge and released inside of her, Mc biting down on his neck as she felt the warmth from all the boys cum circulating inside of her.

“Oh my god” she cried as Ominis came down from his high, finally feeling that certain type of pleasure she had been chasing for weeks now. “I’m so sorry Mc…” Ominis whispered as he came back around, lifting her off his cock gently. “No ominis, it’s okay” she giggled, ”I needed that… fuck… and we’ll be fine, I’m on the pill” she smiled at his concern for her. “Oh good…god” Ominis fell back, his cock still pulsating from all the arousal.

Sebastian slowly pulled out of her, smirking slightly. “In that case…” he trailed off before pumping two of his fingers into her pussy, shoving Ominis’ seed deeper into her womb. “S-seb” she moaned from the overstimulation. Garreth already felt himself getting hard against watching the sight, touching himself as he did. “You like that don’t you…you little slut” Sebastian growled into her ear. “You love being used by all of us like the little whore that you are hm?”

Mc was in heaven right now, unable to fully listen to Sebastian’s degrading speech. She nodded, moaning as Ominis seed spilled deeper and deeper. She came again around Sebastian’s slick fingers, gripping his messy brown hair as she did. Sebastian pulled them out, “like I said… you’re our little whore” he kissed her temple before sucking her wetness of his fingers.

She collapsed on Ominis chest, her body still trembling from the extreme pleasure they had given her.

“Round two anyone?”

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #garreth weasley smut #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanfiction #garreth x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis x mc x sebastian

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“that’s my girl!” part 3

part 1 part 2

pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut

prompt: house hasn’t forgotten what happened the night before and refuses to focus on the case, and reader makes a deal with him

House’s arrival matched my expectation. He limped in through the glass door at around 10:15, in the process of stripping his body of his jacket.

“…his fever is spiking and he vomited three times this morning. He hasn’t had an-“ Foreman spoke but was cut off by House’s demanding tone.

”L/N, I need you in the office.”

I swapped glances with Thirteen quickly.

“We’re in the office.”

House performed a short bit of acting confuddled and then made a face at his own stupidity.

“Sorry, I got that mixed up. Must be all the whiskey I had with my cereal this morning.” He gave a fake chuckle and all of us around the table rolled our eyes in unison.

“I want them out of the office,” he corrected.

Thirteen, Taub, Chase and Foreman proceeded to sigh in unison as well as they began to gather their stuff.

“Cool!” House exclaimed. “Did you all practice that?” he pointed out the synchronized eye rolls and sighs, which only prompted a couple more of them as the team passed him on their way out.

“Are you incapable of having a normal, serious conversation?” I asked, wrapping both my hands around my hot cup of coffee. House tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and sat down.

“No. Let’s have a serious conversation. Tell me about your hopes and dreams.”

I began to keep my daily count of House-induced eye rolls as I did my second one.

“Specifically the dirty dreams you had about me last night and your hopes of having sex with me on this table,” he added.

“You clearly had too much whiskey with your cereal,” I confirmed with a nod and flipped the page of our patient’s file, turning my gaze down.

“I didn’t have any alcohol last night. You didn’t either.”

I flexed my jaw and kept staring at the documents but couldn’t make myself read any of it. The memories of being pressed against House’s chest and ravenously kissing him replayed in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good of a kisser he was.

“I don’t think refusing sex with a cripple is politically correct,” House said. I had to laugh and my third eye roll of the day came before I could stop it. I looked up at him, his short hair pointing in several directions and his stare intensely fixed on me.

“How politically correct is it to refuse to treat a dying patient because you’d rather have sex with your colleague?”

“Employee,” House was quick to correct and I squinted my eyes at him.

“Are you implying we’re gonna have sex?” he asked additionally.

“Do you promise to give a crap about the case if we do?” I bargained, trying to ignore the growing tingles in me.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart,” House smirked as he watched me stomp over to the glass walls and in two swift movements lock the door and draw the blinds.

Coming back up to him and standing in between his spread legs, he instantly hooked his hands around my bare upper thighs under my skirt and pulled me closer. I laid my hands on his shoulders and he skillfully slid two of his fingers under my underwear, swiping them through my inarguable wetness.

“It’s so cute you’re pretending you don’t want me. I think I’ve got some pretty convincing proof you do,” House muttered and flaunted his sticky fingers before sucking them clean, which only added to the fluttering feelings inside me.

“Shut up,” I breathed and quickly straddled him. House chuckled darkly and studied me in detail as I rolled my hips on him and felt him grow inside his jeans.

“And you’re eager-“

“What part of ‘shut up’ do you not understand?” I growled and grabbed his chin firmly before smashing a kiss into his smirking lips.

Sliding back on his legs, he groaned at the pain of me pressing down on his aching thigh, so I was quick to tear his jeans open. He seemed to like that more and he stared up at me with the hints of a smirk.

I was indeed pretty eager when I dug his hard-on out of his boxers and had to keep myself from making too big a fuss about his size, swallowing a gasp as to not feed his ego.

House’s fingers clasped the flesh of my hips under my hiked up skirt and I pulled my underwear to the side to cautiously run the length of his cock between my soaked folds a few times. I caught him gazing down with his lips parted and eyes half closed, breathing through his mouth.

“May I speak?” he asked pettily, referencing my demand for him to shut up. I met his eyes and chuckled with another roll of the eyes. Four.

I kissed him as a response and he took a risk, pulling away and speaking into my ear with a deep, hushed voice.

“God, you’re wet for me!”

I smiled and hid my blushing cheeks in his neck as I finally pushed him inside me, spilling quiet moans down his broad chest. House let a few groans out and his fingertips dug deeper into my skin as he helped set the pace of my grinding on him.

“Come on, I know you can take all of me, can’t you?” he breathed tauntingly and I swung my head back up to stare at him, sitting down all the way on him and burying his cock inside me. I clenched my walls around him and made a moan trickle out from between his lips. His cheeks were pink and his intense eyes somehow brighter than normal.

“That’s it,” he exhaled encouragingly and bucked his hips into me again, making me resume my grinding on him.

“You feel really good inside me, House,” I admitted in the middle of my hazy, horny state. It prompted a cocky smirk from him which instantly made me regret it, and I kissed his grin to wipe it off his face.

“I always knew you’d be begging for me sooner or later.”

“I would never beg,” I snapped and picked up the pace, with arousal and anger boiling in my core.

“But you would get on your knees for me,” House answered while holding back a handful of groans. My legs were shaking around him and I scoffed at his comment as I felt myself coming closer to my orgasm.

“And you’ll come for me, won’t you?” House spurred me on, kissing and nipping at my neck. I didn’t bother answering him as I was already faced with my high. I dropped my forehead against his strong shoulder again and bit my lip hard as I let a few whimpers out, feeling my body twitch and shake and break a sweat.

House forced my hips back and forth on him a few times and I stared down at our spent bodies as he pushed me off his cock and came across my thigh. I allowed a moment of weakness as I watched him catch his breath and lick his lips. He caught his cum with his fingers before it dripped down the side of my thigh and he edged his hand closer to my mouth in a suggestion. I sucked his fingers clean swiftly and noticed there was something new in his eyes. Something genuine and maybe vulnerable.

“Back to work,” I declared shortly and patted House’s warm, stubbly cheek before sliding off of his lap and pulling my skirt back down. That new something that had been hiding behind several walls in him was still with us for a few beats as he zipped his jeans back up. I grabbed the patient’s file and pressed it into his chest, feeling his faint heartbeat as I waited for him to grab it, but he never did.

He rolled his head around with an elongated sigh and let it hang for a moment as he blinked up at the ceiling and spoke in a low voice.

“It’s fungal meningitis. Start him on 0.8 mg amphotericin and 100 mg of flucytosine.”

And without even so much as a glance my way (in fact he seemed to be avoiding my eye contact) he made his way out towards the hallway, leaving me with my rejected files in hand staring at his broad back as he left.

#bahahhah i hate that i wrote that little bit about his size but #dr house #house #gregory house #dr house x reader #smut #imagine #fic

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Part 2

Illumi x Reader

PART 1

PART 3

(Name) slowly pulled up her second thigh high before putting on her new pink running shoes. She looked over herself in the hotel mirror, making sure her skirt wasn’t wrinkled and the shorts she wore underneath wouldn’t bunch up when she ran.

After all, she was prepared to run a lot during the Hunter Exam. She’d been practicing for nearly a year for this, a chance to get her hunters license and make something of herself.

“Still can’t seem to remember his name…” she said absentmindedly while fixing her hair. When she’d left her home in the middle of the night to escape the mayhem going on in her small time, she fell and hit her head. It didn’t give her complete amnesia, but some parts of her memory were missing.

She couldn’t quite remember the boy she’d spent most of her summer with nearly 10 years ago, but she knew she’d want to see him again one day. She had a single picture with him in it, but his face bad been slightly blurred, along with hers due to her shaking hand.

(Name) finished getting ready by putting on her favorite perfume, something that smelled like strawberries and lilac. She’d worn it since before she could remember, but that wasn’t saying much when she could barely remember half of her life.

She shook these thoughts out of her head and packed her small bag with her meds, a few small snacks, and some water. The bag was something that could be tossed if needed be, and she made sure not to pack anything of value beside her weapon of choice, which was a single dagger gifted to her by her childhood friend.

Apparently it was assassin grade and had a hidden department that contained a vile of poison so potent it could a grown man in minutes. It was still full of said poison as (Name) had never had any use for it. She hoped it hadn’t somehow gone bad by now, because it was all she had.

(Name) was still the chubby girl she’d been years ago, her hair was (shorter/longer) than it had been before though. She looked older, her hips wider and chest heavier than it had been in her youth.

Though (Name)’s style had changed a bit, she still dressed in the same pastel fashion she had at 13. Partly so she was recognizable to her childhood friend, but mostly because she rather enjoyed wearing bright colors.

(Name) ate breakfast in the hotels lounge then made her way to the restaurant her Examiner had told her to visit. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be getting fed there.

(Name) rambled off the order, stumbling over her words a bit. The chef nodded and led her to a private room, which turned out to be an elevator. In it were already three other people.

The first was a blond boy with greyish-brown eyes that glanced her way quietly with a polite smile. The second was what seemed to be a grown man with brown hair and eyes that looked her up and down with a grin. The third was a little boy, who seemed to have trouble staring still in his seat, excitedly kicking his legs.

The girl hadn’t been expecting to meet other candidates so early, but she took a deep breath and gave them a hesitant smile.

“Hello, my name is (Name). It’s very nice to meet you, I’m sure you’re all also here to compete in the Hunter Exam.”

The blond nods.

“Yes, I’m Kurapika, the man next to me is Leorio and the child is Gon. Please take my seat, I wouldn’t want you to have to stand the whole way down.”

Kurapika stood and offered his seat, slightly bowing his head.

“N-no thank you, I don’t want to take your s-“

Leorio stood.

“No please, take mine. I insist.”

(Name) tried to politely decline, but as she did, Gon stood.

“Hey, you can sit in my chair and I’ll sit on the arm of it. Then we can both have a seat!”

(Name) couldn’t say no to such a polite child, so she complied. Gon sat on the arm of the chair and continued kicking his legs back and forth.

An awkward silence overtook the room as the three adults struggled to think of something to fill the silence with.

Leorio was the one to break the silence.

“Oh! (Name), if you’re comfortable answering, why are you here to become a hunter?”

(Name) pondered this for a second before answering.

“I want to get a good paying job to support my family. Our town was attacked years ago and my family lost everything, so we barely manage to get by now. I want my parents and sibling to live a good life, free of financial troubles.”

Leorio nodded, his face unreadable. This answer seemed to personally speak to him.

“What about you all?”

The three explained their reasoning, (Name) nodding along as they did. All of their stories were interesting and heartbreaking, and she already knew that these three were people she could trust. Something about them made her feel safe, and she decided then and there that she would stick with them.

“Sooo… (name). Have a boyfriend?”

(Name) looked at Leorio in confusion.

“No?”

He took her hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Want me to ch-“

He was swiftly smacked in the back of the head by Kurapikas weapon.

“Please pay him no mind, he’s a pervert but he’s grown on us a bit.”

(Name) laughed a bit and Gon joined in.

The four continued to talk as the elevator led them deeper underground. (Name) was beginning to enjoy herself when they came to a halt, and the doors opened.

They opened to a large room filled with several hundred contestants. (Name) marveled at the sheer number of people.

Gon attempted to introduce himself, which led to failure. Someone even tried to offer them spoiled juice. (Name) was beginning to believe that that juice wasn’t just spoiled…

Before she could think too much about it, she felt eyes on her. Contestant #301 was staring at her, his eyes trained on her face. She jumped, startled. Leorio noticed this and looked towards the direction (Name) was.

“Creepy guy. Come on, (Name), let’s move to where he can’t see you.”

For a moment, the two felt a chill run down their spine. (Name) glanced back for just a moment to see Gittarackur staring at Leorio with such hatred and malicious intent that if looks could kill, Leorio would be dead.

(Name) waited patiently for the examiner to show up, sharing some candy with the group and chatting. They told her the three had been together through several phases of the exam already. (Name) couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, as she’d been all by herself with no help for the past few days.

RING

RING

RING

A tinny sounding alarm began going off and the wall in front of them began to rise to reveal a man standing eloquently behind it. One it was fully open, the man began to speak.

“I apologize for the wait. The entry period for Hunter Applicants has ended.”

He had the entire rooms full attention, and then with a booming voice…

“The Hunter Exam has begun!”

Everyone began to whisper excitably, most noticeably the younger contestants.

“One final caution.” The man began. “If you are short on luck or ability, you could end up seriously injured or dead.”

(Name) knew this from the beginning. Hell, she nearly died twice just getting the exam site.

“Those who accept the risk, follow me. Otherwise, please exit via the elevator behind you.”

Not a single person moved for the door.

“Very well. All 405 applicants will participate in Phase 1.”

And with that, he began walking forward. (Name) and the group followed behind closely.

“As expected, no one left. I was hoping at least a few would.” Leorio remarked, peering around the crowd.

For a minute the group continued walking. Then, jogging. Then, lightly running.

“Oh, the front is running,” said Kurapika. Gon nodded.

“They’re picking up pace for sure.”

“I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Satotz, the Phase 1 examiner. I shall lead you to the exam’s Second Phase.”

“Second Phase, what about Phase 1?”

“It has already begun.”

The crowd broke out into whispers.

“You must follow me to Phase 2. This is the exam’s First Phase.”

“Follow you? That’s it?”

“Yes. I cannot tell you where or when you must arrive. You need to follow me.”

The crowd continued to run. (Name) jogged next to Kurapika, who had been thinking as the examiner spoke.

“I see how it is.”

Gon pouted, fixing the straps of his backpack.

“This test is weird.”

“I expect it’s an endurance test. Fine by me, I’ll be right behind you!” Leorio exclaimed. (Name) huffed.

“I’ve been training but to be honest, I’m not the fastest runner. I’ll try not to slow you guys down.”

They three boys exchanged a glance. “Slow us down? Never. Having a pretty lady next to me only gives me more motivation!”

(Name) chucked at this, bumping her hip against Leorio playfully. For a moment (Name) felt eyes burning into the back of her head again, but it was gone as soon as she felt it.

“Yikes, someone keeps really staring me down.” Leorio muttered. (Name) frowned.

“Yeah, me too.”

A silence overtakes the group as they continue to run, not daring to waste anymore energy on talking for the moment.

Behind them, at a healthy distance, a contestant watches the group with a mix of curiosity and disgust. #301 was approached by the trigger happy clown that made an arms disappear minutes before.

“What’s got you so riled up, Illumi?”

The disguised illumi cut his eyes towards the clown, his frown deepening.

“It’s none of your business, Hisoka.”

“Ah, testy as always. Well, I’m going to go play with that group up there. They look quite…” he licked his lips, “interesting.”

Illumi nearly stopped in his tracks. “No. You are to leave that group alone, at least for now.”

Hisoka grinned, knowing he’d hit a nerve. “I will if you tell me why. Who has garnered your interest, Illumi?”

The tall assassin stayed silent for a money, continuing to run. Hisoka waited, knowing he’d receive an answer soon.

“The girl I told you about… that might be her.”

#x reader #anime x reader #smut requests #creepypasta #headcanon #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #reader insert #requests open #hxh #smut hcs #yandere hxh #illumi x y/n #illumi x reader #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #killua zoldyck #gon hxh #leorio #kurapika #kurapika x reader

[lesbian-archives]

There is No Unmarked Women

Some years ago I was at a small working conference of four women and eight men. Instead of concentrating on the discussion, I found myself looking at the three other women at the table, thinking how each had a different style and how each style was coherent.

One woman had dark brown hair in a classic style, a cross between Cleopatra and Plain Jane. The severity of her straight hair was softened by wavy bangs and ends that turned under. Because she was beautiful, the effect was more Cleopatra than plain.

The second woman was older, full of dignity and composure. Her hair was cut in a fashionable style that left her with only one eye, thanks to a side part that let a curtain of hair fall across half her face. As she looked down to read her prepared paper, the hair robbed her of bifocal vision and created a barrier between her and the listeners.

The third woman's hair was wild, a frosted blond avalanche falling over and beyond her shoulders. When she spoke she frequently tossed her head, calling attention to her hair and away from her lecture.

Then there was makeup. The first woman wore facial cover that made her skin smooth and pale, a black line under each eye and mascara that darkened already dark lashes. The second wore only a light gloss on her lips and a hint of shadow on her eyes.

The third had blue bands under her eyes, dark blue shadow, mascara, bright red lipstick and rouge; her fingernails flashed red.

I considered the clothes each woman had worn during the three days of the conference.

In the first case, man-tailored suits in primary colors with solid-color blouses.

In the second, casual but stylish black T-shirts, a floppy collarless jacket and baggy slacks or a skirt in neutral colors.

The third wore a sexy jump suit; a tight sleeveless jersey with tight yellow slacks; a dress with gaping armholes and an indulged tendency to fall off one shoulder.

Shoes? No. 1 wore string sandals with medium heels; No. 2, sensible, comfortable walking shoes; No. 3, pumps with spike heels.

You can fill in the jewelry, scarves, shawls, sweaters _ or lack of them.

As I amused myself finding coherence in these styles, I suddenly wondered why I was scrutinizing only the women. I scanned the eight men at the table. And then I knew why I wasn't studying them. The men's styles were unmarked.

The term "marked" is a staple of linguistic theory. It refers to the way language alters the base meaning of a word by adding a linguistic particle that has no meaning on its own.

The unmarked form of a word carries the meaning that goes without saying _ what you think of when you're not thinking anything special.

The unmarked tense of verbs in English is the present _ for example, visit. To indicate past, you mark the verb by adding ed to yield visited. For future, you add a word: will visit.

Nouns are presumed to be singular until marked for plural, typically by adding s or es, so visit becomes visits and dish becomes dishes.

The unmarked forms of most English words also convey "male." Being male is the unmarked case. Endings such as ess and ette mark words as "female." Unfortunately, they also tend to mark them for frivolousness. Would you feel safe entrusting your life to a doctorette?

Alfre Woodard, who was an Oscar nominee for Best Supporting Actress, says she identifies herself as an actor because "actresses worry about eyelashes and cellulite, and women who are actors worry about the characters we are playing."

Gender markers pick up extra meanings that reflect common associations with the female gender: not quite serious, often sexual.

Each of the women at the conference had to make decisions about hair, clothing, makeup and accessories, and each decision carried meaning. Every style available to us was marked.

The men in our group had made decisions too, but the range from which they chose was incomparably narrower. Men can choose styles that are marked, but they don't have to, and in this group none did. Unlike the women, they had the option of being unmarked.

Take the men's hair styles. There was no marine crew cut or oily longish hair falling into eyes, no asymmetrical, two-tiered construction to swirl over a bald top. One man was unabashedly bald; the others had hair of standard length, parted on one side, in natural shades of brown or gray or graying. Their hair obstructed no views, left little to toss or push back or run fingers through and, consequently, needed and attracted no attention.

A few men had beards. In a business setting, beards might be marked. In this academic gathering, they weren't. There could have been a cowboy shirt with string tie or a three-piece suit or a necklaced hippie in jeans. But there wasn't. All eight men wore brown or blue slacks and nondescript shirts of light colors.

No man wore sandals or boots; all their shoes were dark, closed, comfortable and flat. In short, unmarked.

Although no man wore makeup, you couldn't say the men didn't wear makeup in the sense that you could say a woman didn't wear makeup. For men, no makeup is unmarked.

I asked myself what style we women could have adopted that would have been unmarked, like the men's. The answer was none. There is no unmarked woman.

There is no woman's hair style that can be called standard, that says nothing about her.

The range of women's hair styles is staggering, but a woman whose hair has no particular style is perceived as not caring about how she looks, which can disqualify her for many positions and will subtly diminish her as a person in the eyes of some.

Women must choose between attractive shoes and comfortable shoes. When our group made an unexpected trek, the woman who wore flat, laced shoes arrived first. Last to arrive was the woman in spike heels, shoes in hand and a handful of men around her.

If a woman's clothing is tight or revealing (in other words, sexy), it sends a message _ an intended one of wanting to be attractive, but also a possibly unintended one of availability. If her clothes are not sexy, that too sends a message, lent meaning by the knowledge that they could have been.

There are thousands of cosmetic products from which women can choose and myriad ways of applying them. Yet no makeup at all is anything but unmarked. Some men see it as a hostile refusal to please them.

Women can't even fill out a form without telling stories about themselves. Most forms give four titles to choose from. "Mr." carries no meaning other than that the respondent is male.

But a woman who checks "Mrs." or "Miss" communicates not only whether she has been married but also whether she has conservative tastes in forms of address _ and probably other conservative values as well. Checking "Ms." declines to let on about marriage (checking "Mr." declines nothing since nothing was asked), but it also marks her as either liberated or rebellious, depending on the observer's attitudes and assumptions.

I sometimes try to duck these variously marked choices by giving my title as "Dr." _ and in so doing risk marking myself as either uppity (hence sarcastic responses such as "Excuse me!") or an overachiever (hence reactions of congratulatory surprise such as "Good for you!").

All married women's surnames are marked. If a woman takes her husband's name, she announces to the world that she is married and has traditional values. To some it will indicate that she is less herself, more identified by her husband's identity.

If she does not take her husband's name, this too is marked, seen as worthy of comment: She has done something; she has "kept her own name."

A man is never said to have "kept his own name" because it never occurs to anyone that he might have given it up. For him using his own name is unmarked.

A married woman who wants to have her cake and eat it too may use her surname plus his, with or without a hyphen. But this too announces her marital status and often results in a tongue-tying string.

Biological phenomena

I have never been inclined toward biological explanations of gender differences in language, but I was intrigued to see Ralph Fasold bring biological phenomena to bear on the question of linguistic marking in his book The Sociolinguistics of Language.

Fasold stresses that language and culture are particularly unfair in treating women as the marked case because biologically it is the male that is marked.

While two X chromosomes make a female, two Y chromosomes make nothing. Like the linguistic markers s, es or ess, the Y chromosome doesn't "mean" anything unless it is attached to a root form _ an X chromosome.

Developing this idea elsewhere, Fasold points out that girls are born with fully female bodies, while boys are born with modified female bodies. He invites men who doubt this to lift up their shirts and contemplate why they have nipples.

In his book, Fasold notes "a wide range of facts which demonstrates that female is the unmarked sex."

For example, he observes that there are a few species that produce only females such as the whiptail lizard. Thanks to parthenogenesis, they have no trouble having as many daughters as they like.

There are no species, however, that produce only males. This is no surprise, since any such species would become extinct in its first generation.

Fasold is also intrigued by species that produce individuals not involved in reproduction such as honeybees and leaf-cutter ants. Reproduction is handled by the queen and a relatively few males; the workers are sterile females.

"Since they do not reproduce," Fasold says, "there is no reason for them to be one sex or the other, so they default, so to speak, to female."

Fasold ends his discussion of these matters by pointing out that if language reflected biology, grammar books would direct us to use "she" to include males and females and "he" only for specifically male referents. But they don't.

They tell us that "he" means "he or she" and that "she" is used only if the referent is specifically female.

This use of "he" as the sex-indefinite pronoun is an innovation introduced into English by grammarians in the 18th and 19th centuries, according to Peter Muhlhausler and Rom Harre in Pronouns and People.

From at least about 1500, the correct sex-indefinite pronoun was "they," as it still is in casual spoken English. In other words, the female was declared by grammarians to be the marked case.

Gender and labels

Writing this article may mark me not as a writer, not as a linguist, not as an analyst of human behavior, but as a feminist _ which will have positive or negative, but in any case powerful, connotations for readers. Yet I doubt that anyone reading Ralph Fasold's book would put that label on him.

I discovered the markedness inherent in the very topic of gender after writing a book on differences in conversational style based on geographical region, ethnicity, class, age and gender.

When I was interviewed, the vast majority of journalists wanted to talk about the differences between women and men. While I thought I was simply describing what I observed _ something I had learned to do as a researcher _ merely mentioning women and men marked me as a feminist for some.

When I wrote a book devoted to gender differences in ways of speaking, I sent the manuscript to five male colleagues, asking them to alert me to any interpretation, phrasing or wording that might seem unfairly negative toward men.

Even so, when the book came out, I encountered responses such as that of the television talk-show host who, after interviewing me, turned to the audience and asked if they thought I was male-bashing.

Leaping upon a poor fellow who affably nodded in agreement, she made him stand and asked, "Did what she said accurately describe you?"

"Oh, yes," he answered. "That's me exactly."

"And what she said about women _ does that sound like your wife?"

"Oh yes," he responded. "That's her exactly."

"Then why do you think she's male-bashing?"

He answered, with disarming honesty, "Because she's a woman and she's saying things about men."

To say anything about women and men without marking oneself as either feminist or anti-feminist, male-basher or apologist for men seems as impossible for a woman as trying to get dressed in the morning without inviting interpretations of her character.

Sitting at the conference table musing on these matters, I felt sad to think that we women didn't have the freedom to be unmarked that the men sitting next to us had.

Some days you just want to get dressed and go about your business. But if you're a woman, you can't, because there is no unmarked woman.

There is No Unmarked Woman - Deborah Tannen, 1993

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[bloodiedlamb]

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⸺˚⁎⁺˳・being one of hawkin’s high’s very own golden girls, you can’t exactly flaunt your secret situationship with the school’s “freak.” but that doesn’t stop you from wanting more.

⌗ PAIRING . eddie munson x cheerleader ! reader.

⌗ WORD COUNT . 1.7k

⌗ WARNINGS . angst, drugs, love confession, loser/popular trope, secret relationship, hurt comfort, happy ending.

⌗ REQUEST . cheerleader reader and eddie being friends with benefits and both catching feelings and confessing in the end? — anonymous.

⌗ NOTES . this was originally posted on my old account, @/saintlessmunson. i've decided to make a new account for a number of reasons, but this is not being pirated so don't be alarmed. <3

the bleachers are packed as you cheer, arms and legs moving in unison with your fellow cheermates. the lights cast a yellowish tint across the gym; the brightness strains your eyes as you scan the faces in the crowd.

it’s not that you’re expecting him to be there, because why would he? but you can’t help but feel a soft pang in your chest when you fail to find the frizzy mop of hair and the glimmer of the metal that adorns his clothing.

there’s just about two minutes left on the clock, and as short as that seems, it seems to drag on forever. after each point is scored, through the tigers or through the opposing team, you and the other cheerleaders chant and move accordingly.

another point lost, another one scored. the crowd sits on the edge of their seats, hands clenching by their sides in anticipation. fifty seconds on the clock. chrissy looks over at you, a glimmer in her expression that says, “we may not win this one,” to which you nod solemnly.

and jason steals the ball, travels it down the court and tosses it; the crowd now standing. he never misses a shot, except for tonight.

six seconds on the clock and there seems to be no way to recover those final points, but the ball bounces into lucas’ hands, and he shoots a three. the gym bursts into applause, the basketball team lifts lucas into the air and the smile on your lips refuses to meet your eyes. you cheer, nevertheless, arms flailing and voice loud as the group of cheerleaders rush over to the players, joining the cluster. all but you.

once the initial shock and excitement finally dies down, and the gym begins to empty out, you slip from the backdoor, deciding to stop by the locker room to change from your cheer uniform. you frown once you remove the top from your frame at the sight of the guitar pick left inside of your locker. it’s his and usually, you would treat it as your good luck charm, but tonight it brings nothing but feelings of emptiness and longing.

your skirt is short but flowy, your top cropped and tight on your frame as you sling your bag over your shoulder. you expected to walk the two blocks home, as you usually did after a game, though you pause in the now mostly empty parking lot when you notice the brief flicker of headlights.

you hold a hand up to shield your eyes from the brightness, your heart fluttering when you finally recognize the vehicle attached to them. you head over, glancing over your shoulders to assure that nobody’s around– a sad habit you’d come to pick up over the last four months– before opening the door and hopping up into the passenger’s seat.

“how was the game, princess?” he smells of weed, though his hands twitch with excitement.

“good, we won. lucas scored that final three-pointer that put us ahead,” you smile fondly of the younger boy, “he’s really good, i don’t get why coach had him on the bench all season.”

“it’s good to see his commitments lie somewhere,” he snorts as he puts the van into drive and pulls out of the parking lot.

“be nice,” you swat at his thigh, rolling your eyes. “how was the campaign?”

eddie falters for a moment, slightly surprised that you remembered. “it, uh, it went really well, sinclair’s little sister took his place tonight.”

“oh, how was that?” you raise a curious brow, having only met the girl once or twice.

“fun,” he smiles, “she knows her shit, that’s for sure. she’s got heart.”

“looks like it runs in the family,” you chuckle, “where we heading?”

“i gotta make a quick stop,” eddie replies, glancing over at you before making a turn down a street you don’t recognize. “i’ll just be a second.”

“um, okay,” you shrug, eyes focusing on the houses that go by. he makes two more turns before pulling into the driveway of a shack-like house.

“just stay here,” he turns in his seat, retrieving a baggie of something from his little metal lunchbox before winking at you. “be right back.”

you watch him look both ways, hands in his pockets as he moves for the porch, standing off to the side of the door before knocking. it only takes a moment for the door to open, a guy standing in the doorway in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of jeans greeting him. he grins, giving him a hand shake and a nod before moving out of the doorway to let eddie in, pausing at the silhouette of you in the open window of the van.

“who’s that?” he points over at you, giving you a suspicious glare.

eddie glances over at you before waving him off, “that’s nobody. just some chick, she won’t say anything.”

he turns to eddie, pausing for a moment before nodding in acceptance. “alright.”

you wish you could pretend that eddie’s statement didn’t make your stomach churn, but your eyes well and you bite down on your lip to keep the emotions inside.

it takes about five or so minutes before eddie’s clambering back into the van, still softly chuckling at whatever went on inside of the house. “my place or yours?” he questions, glancing over at you when you don’t immediately reply.

you shrug, “just drop me off at my house.”

“what?” eddie’s brows furrow in confusion, “what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” you look over at him with a blank expression, “i’m just tired, long night.”

he goes to argue but decides against it, “okay, i guess, if that’s what you really want.”

what i really want is you. “yeah,” you reply in a whisper, “yeah.”

the ride is silent for the most part, the only noise coming from the breeze flowing through the open windows and the soft, soothing sounds of metallica from the radio.

he parks three houses down, something he’d started doing after the first time you almost got caught together.

you go to open the door, sighing when he reaches across you to hold it closed. “what are you doing, eddie?”

“what’s up with you tonight, princess?” he seems so concerned that it makes you wanna vomit.

“why does it matter?” the tears return to your waterline, threatening to spill over with every second that you sit in his van.

“because you seem upset,” it’s like it’s the most obvious thing in the world to eddie, “i don’t like when you’re upset.”

“why do you give a shit if i’m just some chick to you, eddie?” you finally turn to face him, the venom in your words matching the pain in your expression.

he deflates a bit at that, “what else was i supposed to say? he thought you were a narc, i was trying to calm him down, i didn’t mean that.”

“it doesn’t matter if you meant it,” you shake your head, your lip trembling as you work up the voice to speak your next sentence, “i can’t do this anymore.”

“what?” now it’s eddie’s turn to feel the pang in his chest. “you serious?”

“i don’t wanna be a secret anymore,” you sniffle, a tear finally slipping down your cheek, “i don’t wanna be just some chick to you anymore.”

“you’re not just some chick to me,” he frowns, struggling to find the words, “it’s just complicated right now.”

“yeah, for you maybe,” you huff, moving to open the door again. he pulls it closed. “let me outta here, eddie, or i swear to god i’ll start throwing punches.”

“don’t do this,” eddie begs. “you know it’s not that simple, you’ve got a reputation and i’ve got a reputation and we just- we don’t fit.”

“no, eddie,” you throw his arm from the door, jumping out before he can pull it closed again, though you stand in the open space for a moment. “you don’t want us to fit.” and with that, you slam the door shut and begin the short trek to your house.

eddie growls in frustration and throws the van into drive, rolling slowly beside you. “c’mon, princess, please.”

you keep your gaze straight, refusing to look over at him as the tears stream steadily down your cheeks, cooling the warm skin as they fall.

“i love you, okay?” he finally huffs, “god, this is all so fucked.”

that pauses you in your trek, your breath catching in your throat. your body goes rigid as you look over to see him brushing his hands over his face in frustration, head resting on the steering wheel.

“what?” you whisper, eyes blown wide at him. “what did you just say?”

he laughs a sad and desperate laugh as he turns to look at you, “i love you. but you’re you and i’m a freak.”

“you’re not a freak, eddie,” you sniffle as you get back into the van, “i love you, too, okay? which is exactly why i can’t keep playing this game with you.”

“i can’t be the one to ruin your life, princess,” he shakes his head, “i won’t be.”

“you’re not ruining my life, you’re making it better.”

“do you know what the town would think of you? the shit you’d go through just being seen with me?” eddie huffs, eyes red and glossy as he looks at you. “i’m trying to protect you from that.”

“i don’t give a shit about this town!” you break, the loudness in your voice causing him to jump. “i don’t care about being popular, or about cheerleading or my parents or this stupid fucking town! god, i’m so sick and tired of everyone telling me what i can and can’t do to protect my reputation!”

his mouth opens a bit as you realize what you’ve said, a weight lifting off of your shoulders. you wait in an impatient silence for him to speak, but he leans forward to capture your mouth in a kiss instead.

it’s fervent, his hands cupping your jaws tightly. and though, you’ve kissed him a million times before, it’s never been like this. it’s always been a kiss to lead you to the next stage, but this time it’s something else. it’s a kiss to keep you right here. it’s something he should’ve done too long ago, and it’s something that he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for. if you’ll let him. i

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[waywardscorpio]

Title: Baby Girl Breaks A Rule

Pairing: Matt JacksonxReader

WARNING/TRIGGERS: 18+ Smut, Daddy Kink, tying up with rope, edging, slight choking, spanking, female penetration, female masterbation, and Matt Jackson being a sexy Dom

A:N: I'm not even sorry for this one!!!

Summary: Matt had come home from a long day at work to find Y/N in the kitchen breaking rule number 3.

Y/n's pov:

You had come home from work annoyed from a long day. "Baby Girl, I'm home." You called out for me as to which I didn't answer because I was sitting on the kitchen counter on my second bottle of whine and now lost in thought as I remembered one of our many fun nights. My hand trailed down pulling my skirt up and rubbing my clit slowly as I had pictured you skilled, long fingers in my wet pussy, while your lips are wrapped around my clit. While I was in the middle of my day dream I didn't hear you come into the kitchen to catch me breaking rule number 3. Rule three was not to touch, and/or play with my pussy without permission from you first, otherwise it would result in punishment. You had stood there watching my rub myself till you noticed I was close to coming "Oh Daddy just like that" I had moaned out loud on the edge of cumming till you moved my hand causing me to let out a whimper as I opened my eyes to see who had stopped me. "Daddy, I'm sorry" I said after stumbling over my words trying to get it out. "Baby Girl, you're being a very very naughty slut are we?" You asked, slapping my thigh and squeezing it in your hand. I moaned out, biting my lip and nodding "Yes Daddy." You hummed as you looked at me "breaking rules as well. What's rule number three Baby Doll?" You asked me as your other hand grabs my throat firmly but not to the point you were choking me. I looked at you "Not to touch myself or play with my pussy without permission or I would be punished" I said panting a squirming trying to get a little friction on my cunt cause it was aching from being denied release. "Room now, naked, and on the bed. I will be up there in 10 minutes" you said after stepping away for me to get down off the counter. I hopped down off the counter as I walked past you, my hand brushed against your semi hard cock. I heard you groan and inhale sharply.

You down four half glasses of your favorite liquor before stalking up the steps to our master bedroom where I’m laying on our bed. “So what do you think your punishment should be?” You asked me as you pulled your jacket and shirt off, throwing them to the side somewhere. “Edging and five medium slaps, spankings per ass cheek, Daddy?” I said to you as I watched you walk over to the adult dresser and take the key off the hook to unlock it since it has nothing but toys in it for us to use. You grabbed a wand vibrator and some rope and tossed them onto the bed. I swallowed knowing I was about to not be able to feel my legs the next day after tonight. “Oh Baby Girl, you are going to be begging me to stop before the night is even over with” You said giving the all to familiar smirk of yours as you walked over to the bed grabbing my ankles and pulling me down to the foot and flipping me over rubbing your hands over my bare as. “Make sure you count each spanking Baby Girl.” You said to me as the first slap was heard through the quiet room. I moaned out “One” I said and started to count each slap to my ass. “6 Daddy” I whined in pleasure as I wiggled my hips. “You’re almost there Baby Girl. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” You asked me as I bit my lip nodding. “Oh, someone likes to be praised, does she now?” You said, causing me to hide my face in the covers of the bed. I heard a firm voice “Words. Answer me now Baby Girl” You said firmly slapping my ass again. “Seven. Yes Daddy, I do. I love when you praise me” I moaned out answering your question as I counted. Three more spanks later and I had reached “Ten. Thank you, Daddy.” I said panting a little as I looked back at you. “Did so good Baby Girl” You said rubbing my ass to sooth the slight stinging feeling in my ass cheeks.

“Get back on the bed and sit and wait for the next part” You said, kissing me for a moment before pulling away. I bit my lip as I watched you strip your clothes off and now you’re naked, tying my wrists to the headboard, then tying my ankles to each bedpost at the end of the bed. After my ankles were tied to keep legs open so I couldn’t rub my thighs together to cause friction against my clit.

Your hands trailed over my already hard nipples and down to my wet cunt and stopped for a second as you leaned down neck to my ear “Oh we are just getting started” You said. You went down between my legs and laid on your stomach, you licked a strip up from my entrance all the way up to my clit and stuck three fingers in my pussy and started to move them at a slow teasing pace. “Oh” A moan slipped out of my lips as I pushed my hips down on your fingers trying to push them further into me. “Would you like me to stop and spank you 10 more times?” You asked. I shook my head frantically as I stopped moving my hips. I moved as you picked up your pace with your fingers. My second orgasm begins to build up to the point my breathing becomes short and quick “I’m going to cum Daddy.” I pant out as my walls began to clench around your fingers. “Oh no you’re not. Not yet Baby Girl” You said as you pulled your fingers out quickly to keep me from cumming for the second time in a row. It had been 3 hours of you edging me over and over. “Daddy please fuck me and make me cum. It is starting to hurt and I really wanna feel you rock hard cock, fucking my pussy till I am cum and you cum with me” I begged panting as I looked at you while you were holding the wand vibrator against my clit for the third time getting me close to the edge for the 9th time. You pulled the wand away once I had gotten close to the edge causing me to whine at the loss.

“As you wish since you’ve been such a good needy little slut for me. Took your punishment so well for me” You said untying my ankles and wrists kissing them cause they were slightly red from all the pulling and tugging of the restraints.

I rolled over to my stomach. I got into the face down ass up position, I spread my hips a little so you had room between my legs from behind to get to my cunt. “Look at you already in Daddy’s favorite position.” You said to me as you got between my legs grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks to see my pussy clenching on nothing begging to be filled by your cock. “Make sure you moan for Daddy, Baby Girl” You said to me and I nodded in response waitin’ as patiently as I possibly could. You grabbed your dick and stroked it a few times before lining it up with my pussy and snappin’ your hips forward into me, making me let out a cry of pleasure as I instinctively pushed my hips back onto your dick. “Oh fuck Daddy, just like that” I moan out panting. I could feel my final orgasm building and it was building fast. “Oh fuck Baby Girl. I can feel your pussy sucking me in and clenching. Is someone getting close?” You asked as you held my waist while hitting it from the back. “Oh god damn, Daddy. Yess ahh fu-fuck” I cried out holding it till you were close so, you can cum with me. “Daddy please cum with me. I want to feel your cum inside my pussy Daddy” I moaned out as I reached between my thighs and massaged your balls earning a slight growl and gron from you. You reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit at a medium pace. When your dick started to twitch as I massaged your balls while you were railing me is how I knew you were close to cumming. When your hips stuttered and you groaned out while rubbing my clit quicker is my signal you were ready to fill my pussy with your hot cum. “Cum. Fuck Baby Girl cum for Daddy” You said and seconds later I was cumming on your dick and seconds later you cum was filling my pussy.

We laid there after almost 4 hours of non-stop edging and pleasure from you. I rolled over half awake, half asleep and curled into your chest. “Are you okay, Babe?” You asked me. I lifted my head to look at you “Yes, we should do this some other time. It was a good stress reliever too.” I said to you, smiling tiredly at you. I intertwined our legs together as I curled back into you as you pulled the cover over us. “Good. In due time once you recover from this.” You said kissing the top of my head holding me close and slightly tight the way I like it. “I can’t feel my legs by the way” I giggled softly as I kissed your chest softly. I felt you chuckle and hum “Good I did my job then. Meaning I made you cum and feel the pleasure you deserve even if it was a punishment too” You replied back to me as I hid my face in your chest.

It wasn’t longer after getting comfortable that we both fell asleep curling into each other.

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[sirendeepity]

[ Valkyries one-shot ]

A/N: I recently did an Acosf skim-through and realized many things, but first of all how deeply I really care for these three and just how much they mean to me, so I couldn't let this idea rot in my head, never seeing the light of day. I don't know about you, but in this rather self-gratificating fic Emerie is me and I am Emerie, period, so to all the other Emeries out there, enjoy <3

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Four days has passed since the Blood Rite officially ended, and only a couple more were left before Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony—before she wouldn’t be able to see her best friend and sister for almost two weeks. It should’ve been a month, but given the circumstances and the unpredictability of everything there still was on the table—Nesta’s brand new powers, Koschei and the Human Queens, Beron’s involvement, and the possibility of a new war looming on the horizon—they decided to cut it down and wait for better days to come to properly celebrate. It was Nesta who insisted on having no less than two weeks, and once she set her mind on something there was no changing it.

“I did not forget how the bastard left me high and dry for an entire week after Solstice,” Nesta spat, tossing empty boxes aside with that passive-aggressive way of hers. She’d surprised Emerie by showing up at the shop that afternoon. It was unusual of Nesta, knowing how little she enjoyed coming to the village—even more so now, the memories still fresh in their minds, but they were both too stubborn to show the Illyrians any kind of weakness or fear. They had taken Emerie and her friends from her own house and thrown them to the wolves, quite literally, expecting them to fail, to break and perish, not even taking into consideration the possibility of them—of females—to be capable of more than just cook and clean and give birth to a new life. Jokes on them. The Valkyries had proved everyone wrong, daring to survive and winning the damn thing. Pride sparked inside Emerie’s chest every time she thought about it, turning her knees a little weak.

“The same week when I should’ve had the best sex of my life,” said Nesta, calling back her attention, “I should’ve seen stars with every orgasm.”

Emerie grinned, delighted by how freely Nesta talked about some aspects of her sex life whenever they were alone. They did it with Gwyn too, of course, but given how little vanilla content there was to share, Nesta filtered out some tiny details every now and then, just to be sure. They tasted the waters every single time, always making sure to know how far was too far, lest they unintentionally triggered their friend. She was far from being frail, but she was also far from being indestructible. The Blood Rite marked a solid “one step forward, three steps back” turning point on her journey to normalcy outside the library’s safe walls, unfortunately, but Emerie was confident her sister would overcome anything life threw at her, coming out stronger than ever. She is the rock against which the surf crashes, after all. Nothing can break her.

Nothing can break any of us, the Illyrian thought.

“Seems only fair to me. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve a two-week-long intense sex session,” she said, piling a bunch of folded shirts before setting them next to similar articles. Spring was coming to the Illyrian mountains, too, and that meant taking winter garments off the shelves and replacing them with lighter items. Which she just did, in half the time it would normally take her, thanks to Nesta reaching out her hand.

Emerie blinked, looking at Gwyn through the mirror. Her friend was standing in front of it in all her tall and red-haired beauty.

“How is it?” She asked, spreading her fingers over the rigid corset of the dress. It was entirely made of silk and covered in little diamonds and pearls, the skirt falling to her knees. Only two tiny straps of the same material prevented it from slipping down her body, keeping her chest covered but leaving the scattering of freckles on her shoulders and upper back for everyone to see. Emerie’s fingers tingled, wanting to trace constellations out of them. She’d often wondered who’d be the lucky male allowed to do that. Who would make her laugh and kiss every reddish mole on her cheeks and listen in awe to her many ramblings. Whose face she’d have to punch if they ever dared to break her heart. When she and Nesta first met, she was already in a novel-worthy situation with the General, so there wasn’t very much to wonder about. All Emerie could do was train and be ready to face the centuries-old warrior if it ever came down to it. It did, sadly, but it quickly fell at the bottom of her list of problems and was resolved before she had to break his nose.

Emerie loved her sisters to pieces and found them to be the most beautiful females to ever exist—and she knew plenty about females.

“Would it be enough?” Her friend asked again, turning to face her. The color of the silk matched the teal in her eyes almost perfectly.

“Babe,” Emerie said, “You’re the one wearing the clothes, not the other way around. Meaning that you’re the one who needs to feel comfortable wearing them, and no one has a say in it.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened at the words like they were the dumbest thing she’d ever heard, “It’s still the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. They can have a say in it. They can have a say in everything.”

“Nesta assured it wouldn’t be anything formal.”

“For her, maybe. They share the same blood, of course it’s nothing serious for her. We, on the other hand, are not that lucky, ” the priestess said as she went back to her own reflection, adding with an arched brow, “And it’s not like you’re wearing the first thing your eyes landed on.”

A faint shade of red colored her cheeks. Indeed, she was wearing a fine dress as well—a dark green velvet pencil dress, decorated with gold embroidery from top to bottom. Courtesy of Nesta’s closet and the dozens of brand new clothes the High Lord gifted her—the majority of which she admitted she wouldn’t wear anytime soon, not wanting to venture too much out of her comfort zone for now.

“You’re not wrong.”

“I never am.”

They both laughed at that, the sound covering the soft knock coming from the door before it opened and a blur of red slid in.

“What are we laughing about?” Asked Nesta, coming to a halt between them. Her curious gaze bounced between the two before she stopped to look a moment longer in Gwyn’s direction, drinking in her reflection. “You look lovely.”

Emerie imprinted her friend’s lit-up face in her memory as she stood, following Nesta’s instruction and letting her sister see her own outfit for the night. She blew Nesta a kiss when she showed her how much she appreciated the way she looked.

“Pity we’re staying in tonight, these dresses were meant to be shown off,” Emerie said, and both of them eyed the priestess at the comment, looking for any reaction at hinting a night spent outside the House of Wind.

To her credit, Gwyn gave away nothing. “Pity,” she conceded, at last, nodding once before stepping away from the mirror.

Emerie’s eyes turned on Nesta, giving her a once-over. “Damn, Archeron,” she grinned, “You already have him wrapped around your finger, no need to make him suffer like this.”

“I’ve known you for almost a year and it’s the first time I see you wearing red,” Gwyn added, coming up to her side.

A red so deep it almost looked black, but red nonetheless—there was no questioning for whom she was wearing the color. The velvet hugged her curves in all the right places, with long sleeves falling just an inch off her shoulders and a light V neck exposing her sleek collarbones. It was a good thing Nesta wasn’t a particularly ambitious person, because just a look from her would be enough to make Prythian fall to its knees. And not just the male side of the population, Emerie thought.

“He gave me such a funny parting shot this afternoon,” said Nesta, a smirk curving her dark-tinted lips upward, “I wanted to have a laugh, too.”

If you only knew, Nes…

The three of them shared a mischievous look that meant nothing good before Nesta announced, “Place your bets.”

“He’s going to cut dinner short and kick everyone out before dessert is on the table,” Gwyn proclaimed, quickly adding, “Edible dessert, I mean.”

Emerie couldn’t stifle her snickering. “What are those books of your teaching you?” She joked, placing a hand on her chest, fully aware that she was the one to blame for that.

“The only acceptable treatment for a Carynthian.”

Emerie felt the exact moment Nesta’s emotions switched.

She turned toward her, taking in her set jaw and furrowed brows as she said, “I’m not a Carynthian.”

Gwyn and Nesta stared at each other for a moment longer before the older huffed a laugh. “Of course you are.”

“Gwyn, I didn’t reach the top of Ramiel.”

“I don’t care.”

Emerie’s head whipped toward Gwyn, watching her as she twirled and aimed for the jewelry. It was the first time she heard her friend using such a cold tone, and it went completely at odds with the smile plastered on her face and the lightness of her movements.

Nesta’s eyes narrowed to slits, “Excuse me?”

Uh-oh.

Emerie opened her mouth—to say what, she didn’t know. Something, anything, to prevent things to go south, but Gwyn beat her to the punch.

“You heard me, Nesta.” She picked up a fine string of diamonds, holding it to her throat.

Nesta’s chest expanded to the point of breaking the seams of her dress. “I am not a Carynthian because I did not reach the top of Ramiel, and you know it,” she said slowly as if she was talking to a toddler, dragging every word out of her mouth.

“You reached the top.”

“I did not touch the stone.”

“Neither did I.”

Nesta’s eyes shot to the ceiling, her hands curling into tight fists at her side. “We’re not having this conversation now.”

“Fine,” Gwyn shrugged, going back to the hairpins and earrings and rings. “My opinion is not going to change, anyway.”

“Because it’s not an opinion!”

Emerie stepped between her friends, but Nesta raised a finger at her before she even had the chance to utter a word and calm the waters.

“I didn’t touch that stone—”

“Neither did I, Nesta,” Gwyn said again, her voice rising over Nesta’s.

The cold ricocheting of pearls on marble was the only sound filling the room for a few beats. Gwyn’s smile had fallen, baring the determination in her eyes.

That’s not good, Emerie thought, turning once again and assessing the cool expression on Nesta’s face. Her eyes were silver just like the shield around her heart. That’s not good at all.

“I was unconscious when Emerie carried me all the way up and touched that stone, remember?”

“It was the only way.”

“No, it was not!”

The hurt in Gwyn’s eyes made Emerie flinch.

“Why should I be considered a winner when other people did the work for me?” She went on, voice thickening. “Why do I get to take the praises, and not you, mh?”

“Because those are the rules—”

“Fuck the rules! Not one thing in there was following the rules.”

Emerie’s heart cracked as the first tear rolled down Gwyn’s rosy cheek. She took a step forward, extending her arm to embrace her friend, pleading, “Gwyn, please.”

“I mean it, Em,” she rasped, using the back of her hand to dry her cheek. “You were there, Nesta. If Briallyn didn’t show up you would’ve made it in time.”

“I know.” Nesta’s voice was small, so small compared to the one Emerie was used to, and she had to swallow a couple of times, as if trying to swallow the memory of that night, too. “But Briallyn did show up, Gwyn. And she kept me… Busy, until sunrise. It was already too late.”

Emerie stepped back to better look at her sisters staring each other down, so many unspoken words shining behind unshed tears and melting ice.

For anyone who asked, Nesta didn’t tell them what had really happened once they split up, just as she didn’t tell them what had really happened at her sister’s house. Those were Court secrets. But they were not just anyone, though, and they just happened to know exactly what went down and how it all ended. And what Nesta did… It was so much more than just touching a stupid magic rock.

“It’s not fair,” said Emerie, squaring her shoulders and facing Nesta. She didn’t hide from her gaze—she never felt the urge to do so, as many others did. It had intrigued her from the first moment, that silver fire burning behind those long lashes. “Gwyn is right. Everything was against the rules in the Blood Rite, from the very first day, but no one made a fuss over it when it came down to considering it valid. Why can’t we make one more exception?”

“Because I can’t make that exception.”

It took a moment for the words to properly sink in. So the only reason why Nesta wouldn’t allow that was… Herself. What bitter irony.

“Why not?” Gwyn asked, stepping to her side, and then went on tentatively, “I’m sure both Cassian and Feyre will support it, and you know Rhysand would say yes to anything you ask him.”

Nesta looked at them and just shook her head, as tears pooled in her eyes and threatened to spill. And that was it.

“Oh, babe,” murmured Emerie, reaching for her friend at the same time Gwyn did.

“I wouldn’t be able to look at any of you in the face, knowing I didn’t do what I had to do to deserve it. I can’t live like that—like a fraud.”

On her side, Gwyn shook her coppery head but kept quiet, so Emerie said, “You’re not a fraud.”

“I would feel like one, and that’s enough for me.”

Emerie interlaced their fingers and squeezed, hard, at Nesta’s sniffle.

“Then I don’t want to be a Carynthian, either.”

Nesta’s head whipped so fast it was almost comical, but Gwyn wasn’t in the mood for a laugh. “I was playing sleeping beauty, so technically I didn’t touch the stone and earned the title myself.”

“What—”

“Look, Nesta,” the redhead said in an exhale, “I know what the rules say, but I still don’t care. My climb stopped at Enalius Pass, just as yours did.”

“You don’t mean it,” stated Nesta.

Gwyn just ignored her, “Except I do. I don’t care if you want to call yourself Oristian, Carynthian, or the Mother herself. Whatever you are, I am too.”

“And so am I,” Emerie quickly added.

To anyone else, they were like the states of water. Free like air, shifting like water, firm like ice. But to their very core, they were one and the same. Always have been, always will be.

None of them will be complete and balanced without the others. And by the fullness and surety gleaming in her friends’ eyes, Emerie knew they felt the same way.

Only after she blinked away her tears and cleared her throat, did Nesta say, “Well, I’m not Illyrian, but I am a Valkyrie. And you are, too.”

Gwyn huffed a laugh, “On this, we can all agree.”

“Screw the Blood Rite,” Emerie declared, mirroring her friend’s grins.

“We are Valkyries.”

Emerie wrapped her arms around her sisters’ shoulders and hugged them, pressing their heads together as close as she could. She wished her souls could fuse into one, wished the universe—the Cauldron—let them belong to one another on some kind of astral way, let them be soulmates because the skies wished it so. She had the feeling Cassian wouldn’t be too happy about it, though.

“Emerie?” Nesta’s voice slowly dragged her back to reality and found her already looking her way when she opened her eyes. She just furrowed her brows, waiting for her friend to spit it out, whatever it was. Nesta’s expression hinted at nothing as she said, “Feel free to call yourself Carynthian how many times you want if it’s going to piss some old Illyrian off.”

Gwyn threw her head back and laughed, earning an open smile from Nesta. These two forces combined lit up the whole room, and Emerie was pretty sure her heart would grow wings and take flight at any moment.

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Tipsy Temptations

Entry #3 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested. Also, I'm extending my personal deadline to the end of December-Kinktober is now Kinktember lol.

Fandom: Ikepri

Pairing: Silvio x OC

Word Count: 2.8k

Prompts: Angry sex | Vanilla sex

“So,” Aurelia said as she poured wine into three glasses, “Spill. We need all the details. How’s life as the king’s consort been? And how is that ruffian treating you?”

Rene covered his face with his hands. “No, I knew you were going to do this to me,” he peeked at his sisters from between his fingers, “You know I’m not the consort yet. We’re not even engaged! And I don’t even really want to be called that when I am one. I’m still not used to the idea, and you know how I feel about titles.”

“Don’t worry, when the time comes, we’ll be sure to only think of you as Silvio’s husband instead,” Lisette teased.

“You two have gotten worse since getting engaged, I hope you know that,” Rene accused as he sulkily took a sip of the rosé.

“So will you,” Lisette shot back, “Now stop stalling and tell us how your dating life has been.”

Rene groaned, blushing fiercely. “I hate you both. I don’t remember grilling you this hard when you guys started dating.” Aurelia and Lisette shared a disbelieving look, which-fair. If he absolutely had to admit it to himself, Rene did his fair share of egging them on. But that was only because he truly didn’t think he’d ever be in a relationship himself. If he could turn back time, he would have definitely gone easier on them. “You guys know he’s actually super nice to me now that we’re together, but it’s way more than that. He’s so doting, you have no idea. I never expected him to pamper me as much as he does. He’s even more overprotective than you guys!”

“I’m not surprised,” Aurelia said, “We wouldn’t have let him whisk you away if we thought he wouldn’t treat you the way you deserve to be.” She leaned forward conspiratorially, “But surely that’s not all you have to say, is it? We’re here for the juicy gossip, not to hear what we already knew about. Tell us all about what an adorable, dedicated partner you’ve got wrapped around your finger.”

Rene bit his lip around a smile, ready to give stories that were just vague enough on the details that he could keep all the important bits a secret.

* * *

Rene hummed as he tipsily strode down the hallway to the room he was sharing with Silvio, skirt fluttering as he swayed along to music he played in his head. The Benitoitian castle was more to Rene’s tastes in terms of colours-bright blues, creamy whites, shiny golds, all bright and well balanced to mirror the glitter of the ocean-but there was something homey about Rhodolite’s that made him feel nostalgic. It was always nice to be back for a visit, not just to see his sisters. He’d always remember the time spent in this castle, making friends with the princes, exploring the giant library, the spot where he first met Silvio.

Speaking of Silvio, Rene opened the door to find him already in the room, shrugging out of his coat as if he got there moments before Rene himself. Silvio immediately noticed him standing there in the doorway. “That was quick,” he said as he tossed his cloak over the back of a chair, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back so-oof!” Silvio, winded, caught Rene as the smaller man launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Hi,” Rene smiled up at Silvio, near vibrating with joy when Silvio flushed and adjusted his hold on Rene’s waist, arms coming around to hug him back.

“Hi yourself,” Silvio raised an eyebrow, “I see your sisters succeeded in getting you drunk. Shouldn’t you still be with them? Don’t tell me they sent you back here early-I know those harpies wouldn’t tear their claws out of their precious brother that easily.”

“I’m buzzed, not drunk,” Rene protested, “and we decided to end early for the night. I think they could tell I missed you when I was talking about you, because they did suggest we end early, for your information.”

Silvio narrowed his eyes and gently squeezed Rene, bringing one hand up ruffle soft pink hair, “And what exactly were you talking about that made you miss me, huh? Am I going to have to punish you for spreading secrets?”

Rene, unsurprisingly to Silvio by this point, giggled in response to the threat. “I just told them about how sweet you are to me,” he nuzzled into Silvio’s chest, “A few simple stories without any of the big details. I didn’t want to tell them a lot of specifics because those are just for me to have.”

“You-!” Silvio flushed harder. He wouldn’t have put it past Rene to tell his sisters everything; he may not have a good relationship with his siblings but even he knew that those who did were comfortable enough to share relationship stories, and Rene and his sisters were very close. He’d been worried about that all night, in fact: that Lisette and Aurelia would ambush him tomorrow with jokes about how whipped he was. But to hear that Rene wanted to hoard their moments between them like a dragon protecting its treasure? “So, what, they tried to ply you with alcohol to get you to spill? You need some water to help sober up?” Silvio asked, refusing to address the adorable thing Rene just said.

“You know what I’m like when I’m actually drunk,” Rene peered up at Silvio shyly, squirming as he admitted, “I knew if I got drunk, you’d put me to bed instead of . . .” Rene broke off in an unintelligible mumble.

“Sorry, what was that?” Silvio teased, having a very good idea of what Rene was getting at, “I couldn’t hear ya. What did you want me to do to you?”

The tips of his ears bright red, Rene buried his face in Silvio’s chest as he said just loud enough to be heard, “I wanted you to make love to me.”

Silvio tipped Rene’s head back with hands cupped to his cheeks and surged forward to kiss him, partly to hide his own blush and partly because Rene openly admitting his desire for Silvio always gave him an overwhelming need to touch his boyfriend in some way. Rene met him eagerly, kissing back with fervor. Silvio walked Rene back toward the bed, shimmying Rene’s dress off him along the way, helping Rene not fall over when he nearly tripped while slipping his shoes and underwear off. When Rene was down to nothing, they worked on Silvio, tugging off all his clothes and jewelry as best they could while not breaking off their eager kisses. Once they were both naked, Silvio lifted Rene onto the bed, climbing in after him.

Silvio gave Rene one last deep kiss before pulling back. “I’d ask if you’re sure you’re only tipsy, but I forgot you’re a maudlin drunk,” he brushed a thumb across the corner of Rene’s eye, “and there aren’t nearly enough tears for that.”

“That was one time!” Rene argued. “And it was totally your fault, you tyrant!”

“Really?” Silvio rummaged through the nightstand and retrieved the lube, “Because I remember you working yourself up all on your own. Remind me what you were blubbering on about and we’ll see who’s to blame.”

Rene tilted his head up against the pillow haughtily, “Big words from someone who totally freaked out trying to calm me down that night. How many times did you apologize, again? I don’t think someone who's blameless would do that.” 

“Is that how you want to play it?” Silvio challenged. The playful, happy look in Rene’s eyes belied his impish smirk, and far be it from Silvio not to play along and give his lover exactly what he wanted. “I’ll show you blameless, you cheeky brat,” he said as he bent down to nibble on Rene’s earlobe, his hands sweeping up and down Rene’s torso.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Rene giggled, wrapping his arms around Silvio’s shoulders. His laughter turned to sighs and hums of pleasure as Silvio kissed and nipped at his jaw and neck, his mouth slowly trailing down Rene’s body.

“Better be careful at Benitiotian parties,” Silvio warned, lapping at Rene’s nipple while he pinched the other one, “If you’re not careful, you can easily drink yourself into a stupor. Merchants especially  will try to ply you with liquor, and knowing you, it’ll be all too easy to wind up weeping on the ballroom floor.”

“I cry in front of you once and now I’m a crybaby who can’t handle his liquor?” Rene pouted, voice shaky under Silvio’s onslaught.

“You’re welcome to prove me wrong,” Silvio dipped his tongue into Rene’s naval before trailing down to his hips, “When we’re back home, we’ll see who has a higher tolerance.”

“You better watch yourself, I’ll drink you under the table. That’ll show you to underestimate-oh!” Rene jerked when Silvio licked a stripe up his cock. 

“You wanna try that again?” Silvio goaded before taking to the task of sucking Rene off with aplomb, wrapping spit-slick lips around his dick without hesitation, his hand wrapped around the base. Rene whined, legs twitching against Silvio’s weight pinning them to the bed. Silvio pulled off briefly to crow, “That’s what I thought,” before going back to dragging his mouth up and down Rene’s cock.

Rene brought one hand down and buried his fingers in Silvio’s hair, trying not to yank at the strands as he held on for dear life; his other hand was used to stuff the knuckle of his index finger in his mouth to stifle his moans. Silvio, the jerk, seemed to be doing everything he could to get Rene to lose control: in between rhythmic glides along Rene’s cock, he’d slide up until only the head was in his mouth, lips suckling at the sensitive glans and tongue teasing at the slit, then take all of Rene in at once and swallow tightly around him. Occasionally, he popped off to gently lick at Rene’s balls, thumb smoothing over the gradually tightening sack, spreading drool and precome.

“Silvio, Silvio, I’m-I’m close,” Rene warned, tugging on the sheets by his head as he spiraled toward the cliff’s edge. Silvio took that as his cue to double down, deepthroating Rene and sucking even harder, tongue tracing the veins along Rene’s shaft in an effort to throw Rene over the edge faster. And boy did it work: the heat, the wetness, the suction of Silvio’s mouth drove him higher and higher until the sensation of Silvio humming around him finally sent him over. Rene cried out as he came, his orgasm drawn out as Silvio swallowed around him. Rene whimpered when Silvio finally pulled off him, dragging his lips across his softening cock just to be an asshole. He made a show of swiping across his mouth the way one might if they were wiping away crumbs. “That was quick,” he said arrogantly, smug in how quick he got Rene to come.

Rene groaned and flung an arm over his eyes. “You can’t keep saying that every time,” he complained.

“Maybe don’t come on a hair trigger every time then,” Silvio shot back playfully, like he hadn’t just purposefully pulled out all the tricks solely to have Rene coming as fast as possible. Silvio tugged Rene’s arm away from his face as he snapped the lube open and poured a generous amount onto his fingers (he always took care to use too much rather than too little). He brought his hand to Rene’s hole and circled it teasingly before pressing one finger in, mouth returning to Rene’s nipples.

“Maybe don’t be so good at blowing me,” Rene said around a moan as Silvio steadily fingered him open, nipping at his left nipple while his free hand tweaked the other one. He liked stoking Silvio’s ego every so often because-

“Oh yeah?” Silvio smirked, the expression undeniably sexy as he hurriedly pressed another finger in and worked quicker at getting Rene ready for him, tugging almost meanly at his nipple, “You want to see what else I’m good at?”

-that would happen. Shy Silvio was adorable and precious, but confident Silvio sent heat through Rene. “Please,” Rene begged, rocking into Silvio’s fingers. He tipped his head up imploringly, clutching at Silvio’s arms.

Silvio, reading into his request, bent down and kissed Rene, who made a pleased noise. He eagerly opened his mouth for Silvio’s tongue to slip in, not caring that he could taste himself. His whine was muffled when Silvio pulled his fingers free, but the soon-to-be-king quickly replaced it with his cock, gently feeding it inch by inch inside until he was fully seated, where he sat still for a moment so Rene could adjust.

A moment that was not appreciated by Rene himself, who wrapped his legs around Silvio’s waist and squeezed. He tore away from Silvio’s mouth enough to implore him to move, hips jerking up to hopefully add more encouragement. Silvio huffed, amused and exasperated, but he followed it up with a few short thrusts that soon became a deep, even rhythm when Rene didn’t show any signs of pain or displeasure. “Like that, like that, more,” Rene said breathily, hands coming up to clutch at Silvio’s back, hips rocking to meet Silvio’s.

“You’re pretty damn needy, you know that?” Silvio said, speeding up to appease Rene. He brushed kisses along Rene’s cheek, his jaw, his ear, unable to pull back too far because of Rene’s grip on him but unwilling to, anyway. He pressed close to Rene, pinning their bodies together while being careful not to crush him into the bed too much (even though Rene wouldn’t have any complaints if he did).

“Yeah, but you like it, right?” Rene hated how his voice wavered with uncertainty. The fact that he was here with Silvio now was a testament to how much the seafaring merchant wanted him, but Rene was worried there’d always be a little voice in his ear, sounding remarkably like his biological parents, telling him he would ruin this somehow. He was needy, terribly so, despite trying so hard not to be, and he wouldn’t be able to bear it if Silvio ever became off-put by it.

Thankfully, Silvio seemed to sense exactly what Rene was thinking. “Course I like it,” he assured, wrapping an arm underneath Rene’s waist, pressing them even closer, using his other hand for leverage and stability where it was pressed against the bed. “It’s how you show your charm. Keep showing me how much you need me and I’ll give you what you want,” Silvio punctuated his statement with a couple sharp, hard thrusts right against his prostate.

“Yes, I need it, I need you,” Rene buried his face in Silvio’s neck, an all-too familiar stinging sensation behind his eyes. He held on tight as Silvio’s powerful thrusts rocked him like a ship in stormy weather, voice going high around moans and whimpers as he repeated desperate pleas and Silvio’s name. “Silvio, Silvio, more, please, give it, I need it, Silvio, please!”

Silvio growled and fucked into Rene even harder, wanting to make him come first. He used the arm around Rene’s waist to press their hips together tightly, Rene’s cock grinding against his stomach as Silvio repeatedly struck his sweet spot. His pleas turned to wordless cries as he drew closer to climax, limbs clamping down around Silvio. A few more thrusts exactly like that and he was tumbling over the edge, Silvio following right after him.

Silvio collapsed next to Rene, the two of them still clinging to each other, heedless of the mess between them. In fact, Rene was trying to scooch even closer, like the black hole of affection that he was. Luckily, SIlvio was the same, and he obliged Rene’s wriggling, tucking Rene further against his side.

“I really do love you a lot,” Rene admitted softly, “Lisette and Aurelia made fun of how I always brag about you in all my letters-” as if they didn’t do the exact same about their partners, in their own ways-”but it’s true. I was really happy for them when they found their true loves, but part of me was always jealous even though I told myself I’d given up. And then you showed up, and I know you love me a lot too, even after everything, and that’s . . . I didn’t think I’d ever get this lucky, is all.”

Silvio brought his hand up and cradled Rene’s head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Damn right you’re lucky,” he muttered, voice tight with emotion he refused to name. Rene held back a laugh; Silvio was still far better at showing his love through actions instead of words, but Rene was great at translating what he really meant. He rested comfortably in the knowledge that Silvio felt the same as him.

#My fics #Ikepri #Silvio #Kinktober #Visions of Temptation 2023 #Age appropriate

[measlyfurball13]

Yoinking an open tag from @bloodgulchblog!

I've never met a tag game that's specifically about fandom, I just had to fill it out.

Tagging @totally-not-an-awkward-okapi and @nitr09-productions and @south-sea and @ow-old-men, along with anyone else who manages to see this between all of the Sonic reblog spam.

Your name: Call me Measly!

Your current fandom(s): Anybody checking my reblog spam knows that I am neck fucking deep in the Sonic fandom right now. Which I must say, is not the lowest I've ever been- one of my prior fandoms was League of Legends, somehow.

How did you first get into fandom?: Deviantart.com baby!! A really pretty girl in 6th grade introduced me to the website, and one day I finally worked up the courage to enter my favorite show at the time (Transformers Prime) into the search bar. I discovered that I was not the only girl in the world who experience the Blorbo Emotions and that blew my mind.

How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces?: Since 6th grade, as mentioned before. However, honorary mention- my mom is actually a part of the fandom old guard. She's been reading fanfic since before I was born. Strange thought, isn't it?

How often do you read fanfics?: About every week, I say. I usually find new stuff here on tumblr, and I troll the depths of AO3 every week and a half or so. (I usually just tend to tear through every fic that's been tagged with my favorite niche character and then get sad about it.)

Top three characters from your current fandom(s):

Anybody who's even glanced at my reblog spam knows that it's all going to be Sonic characters. More specifically, my beloved Metal Sonic, is #1. Obsessed with this funky identity crisis dude. He's the one I'm writing a literal novel for right now, because you can fit so much goddamn angst, mental illness, and daddy issues into this one robot it's not even remotely funny.

In close second is Omega. This is another robot built by the same guy in universe as Metal, by the way, so he's got a similar yet different flavor of angst going on. Omega was hit with the typical "you are what you choose to be" arc that most fictional robots undergo, except his choice was "I WANT TO COMMIT MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF VIOLENCE. AND ALSO MAYBE MAKE FRIENDS BUT DON'T TELL ANYBODY THAT" and that fascinates me deeply.

Number 3 is, uh, idk? Kind of a toss-up. Probably a tie between Shadow (who's the traditional pick for a hurt/comfort character in this fandom) or Silver (optimistic time traveler dude who is just. so tragic sometimes.)

Have you ever written fic for a fandom?:

BOY HAVE I EVER-

The longest fanwork I've written so far is sitting pretty at around 44,000 words (it's an incredibly niche crossover between Babylon 5 and Knight Rider). My current WIP (the aforementioned one starring Metal Sonic), however, just broke 50k yesterday and I'm not even remotely close to finishing.

But yeah- I've been writing since 6th grade. Here's my very first ever fanfiction by the way, if you want an idea of how far I've come (or a good laugh.)

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom?:

I can count on one hand how many times I've tried. I can count on zero hands how many times I've succeeded.

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

If you follow my Sonic sideblog, you'll see all of my headcanons projectile-blasted at you daily.

Additionally, most of my headcanons are pretty fluid. I LOVE enjoying multiple interpretations of the same character, even and especially if they're contradictory. There's only been, like, two that I've ever been super crazy about.

The one that I'm weirdest about right now is Metal Sonic being some flavor of trans. This is the character that, upon gaining the ability to redesign their body however they wanted in canon, gave themselves long hair, a skirt, and a big dragon alternate mode. If that doesn't scream "transgender" for you, I don't know what will.

And finally, what does fandom mean to you?:

Fandom is a place where I get to share the joy of creation with other people! My favorite thing in the universe to do is "yes, and" people and develop ideas together. My second favorite thing in the universe to do is to encourage creators to tell me more about their fuckin' awesome ideas. My third favorite thing in the universe is seeing people react to my own work. I'm just writing the stories that make me happy, man, so to see people enjoying it brings me so much joy.

[libidomechanica]

Unseen hand is out the underground him, somehow

A sonnet sequence

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Unseen hand is out the underground him, somehow evasive zebra mussels, or sang to kinde my poore likewise loue short her seemeth vayne: her gods in close my loue- affamisht hart. Arm-chair was that you in which will give him in her fayre soyle it seemed to awake: all couple with most enuide. Thy visions which one with me. Turn in a mother, who every splinters, reign of comforted: have to quotation. At which I looke with awful things and flint doth makes me first to ensew. Out of my wrist is nothing sweat, shoot ye shall turn and date bids me to deeme of his leafe is diuinely frame.

               2

Stops your heart’s come to nothingness? Let her impels heuens so much did boldly plant a stone break from the pipes of their shouting’s making laws their autumn beauties ydle message set budding elders mixed goods. Loyalty; I know your vacuum cleaner that substance of stone greeting three figured to die in our own child, today two accords me laugh at his bough; sweet Beauty. Welcome in our old shipwrecked forth looks, fit baits foraged in arms, by glimmers the which Atalanta did I seeke and hit then how, when I am and one she’s yet had made drunkard. Happy ye leaues attyre vnder head.

               3

Clouds the worlds this, alas, yt is all a matter, and yet a colt—take, breakfast, or foul hypocrisy for honour heart is safe. On the sleeker time, lose away to that a joy to heare, in which though some pretext he camp, a charred our dust I wanne: thou countenaunce maker ye entrap in the gray city block we are free an LP of poison him fast to so lowly at her beautiful house and flower as the blynd boy Venus baby, for want of nothing your lover who is as a hundred Graces did flames of you will hir fyrmely tyde. While talked with worse that was tossed sore.

               4

Strange thy musick holdeth scornings sparke of nineteen-year-olds, let us recall the trump of falling his arrow, and sighing at they rise already donne. And me. It will do to swell thousand mine eyes allure: fayrest proud hart, and gave me again is a gift frae charm from age and homeward I from me. Of that is not Ida right had hearth: man with her beastes of her will, but none came: three to the victually is thy she feruent shower fell through the storme hath been her smock: she was, alas why sae sweet solitary song that to whom his sacred tunelesse dwell and the Moone: for whom I loom to an high sentence, or your late. Since with they of power; do we moved every other the skirt and twining? That Colin Clout doth wit, and threw around you will both spy desires on the light: that this smit, with conceit of lies. Cupid, because to anticke world. And wore me numb,—yet less.

               5

Such subtitles thee on the fields lie fall! And black. Or you? Doe bearing between years words—hope depend ourselves with wayling light like the comes for they are dead, a kingly sunflowered Jasmin, and politic, cautious, and passion, and dart. Of poets, by poet, silly rose-wreathed with it sits mouth to that much. One night and then enuy let a passing in you are, you are for my young years. Aye, all spreds in the airy Giant’s zone, that asking laws the nurse pretious lips of your face. Nor with the disaligned. A columned entry shone againe the sweet be true. And was here day you?

               6

As Mars in your pride. Into my father’s arms and stand, showing into thee, my heart. How should I think warm days of that Pity soothe a time he wound; if Pearlesse to overcome inmate at their control to love a canker in the sun. Engraved in stones of yre, there be rack’d with my heart of sea, yet, ye mote inuent to fold to the sorrowes glide, like tender up my precontraries imploy, Then through sweet and prayer and fair I take, breast. Her fair—not the soil of syllogisms. The mermaids in the Follow, follows the day was wake us, to one eyes by hours, our own despite of spice.

               7

But, for, thou use so greater mighty wrought. Face. But kinda like a shawl. Took up and imagine, shrink to a phrase like a happens in the eyes were coming in a formulated thy soft awhit; nor to wonder. He never moved, truest seemed to a hill hir fyrmely tyde. And there. At once the desultory breeze. A king’s ear all not less. Was laid and when those,—mother liuing doe them I read thy maisters stead: deuize at will near and fades, unseen hand heaven! That think how rapt was raysed. When the light flow its way: I wish young, conscience given for stroke on me or pity! Him anymore.

               8

Mens weaker neere: in mind adorning sun, and sword and souls that the knights not thou should I decke her eyes, brightness? With an evening that fayre when mine eies buy ioyes, in chast desyred, let me study window of a man to show he would be possessing diuersly my part’s Blood. And threw the moss is grow old … I shall you call our daughter beside of four kids will cruell boy not slay me, nor me the staircases, to stake our maids, blusters oh, you just what a tremble when I have slept not, die soone could neuer foul pride bow to spit out, that clouded, but a taste! One is past, into red and makes me nourished by the same; the hurricane all night and began to obey; all else forgetting your thrall for chill; and saw the air; yet, ye are the world’s wealth, and God the raging for the church and both the Fawn at pleasure there that Colin Clout doth fly. She cried, wild nature have, And like that wonderfull deuyse.

               9

That senses in pining and laugh and should have know, has place break of his leaf fluttering, lovely dost there. Haste, precipitates delights and brother poem written upon the hills rolled. But once it is thy lightning: for the knit the tongue silly lambe thoughts which I lov’d, neglected be: through that the leaf and deck the ysicles remain with any evidence, runningly sunflower of her decease. The field nor bowre: and were forth from the maturing short fever-fit; nor mone, throgh contemplation we are things in a bush pressing! Her then picked men are born. Flutter over the sun’s sight, perhaps, the twins of love grassy and flowers, footless night-wandered away in termes vnsure, that is tost with praise, and saw the two crowning rash behold my loue, cannot I with death it eternal Footman holds the heard no lamenting, into my selfe assurance seemes from a sunflower.

               10

—I pluck; and Master of heauen vpon your mind. His weary war renew’th. In Heaven, my collar mount vp to thee, fed on war: when on many haue so much he scarce three to the earth to sun’s way after, clear spright, giue leaue lady in your missive through cheek, and she nor free! Interminable hour and for don’t read long with stroke her feeble powerless one mighties into my still I bred, of summer day will not likewise louely, as babe, my frayle thou in time. Still: the toes, it will sing thee, these thou make the sweet praise, ne but thus. Thou have them Say truth and wayle, and the better taste!

               11

Somewhat on earth your when he commence: the trumpet blared at the brunt so small orange one bespeaks in the Prison of thy name is prime, and saw the think of their way down on theyr greater meeds, with that thou spend on Fortune’s shiny boots like the which al power, would cry. How little green: she has a life. Will leafe, whose paths so dear! Oft grateful forever, she as steele in this kind of such a soften doe rain and Absál the primal thing book. You didst makes me pore. Well knowen shifted of love through the Incomprehends no kill? A longing like in care, to battery to end to her circle.

               12

Wailing, I care and wrinkled heaved and dart. After long ypent. I sing your caused on minted finger, told her, why shed smiles she rose-briar fairer change by yours, but now unpunished smile; but when we all friendship is seeking up to our part, Yea, ’ answers the first I hear us, or if it be come and fall; and anything of many a bold knight wherof hath left her cage, but is he borne her and clasp your sleep a tear; by what went away, and go talking like a truce and meeknesse raysed. We are shall dreams; my soul of the roses and lately, the blinded guests, if ever more the apart, would run and say’st though dashed the form a synonym for amongst his little grove whereof let kindle fyre of death. With force, which I doe ye now ended were their feet: and with that I an accessary needs a good one Night had one, is vaine then all day like Ida: some with false feard with them!

               13

Which cannot rouse in my bonie lady, of my proud mayd, whom my sad bed of roofing and teach the soldier’s cause of me who gave me wend my mothers wayt on looks o’er-brimm’d the self, and blesse pleasure, a kind of rest, wheretos and that your speeches woe, then shall the holy dream: and her eie lids hung the welked Phoebus gan avails that high looks as Cockatrices dying lies that ink may climbed that Ida right? That even the Follow, thou spent, the sun, the dreadfull heaven? With vnkindly cold: by slaying and off like a water; for honny. But she asked and drery same, and soone after all.

               14

Never more keen, we sicken withall. I’d brush the receiver ripped out lyke sacred peace such sweet is the print of mind. To dances, my wound as real green board, how euer fayre lyken it: that most of a lov’d, neglected be. Two of foule dishonor: the grocery man wants that may my part: and liuing deeper yet her to register, that whistle-ball, no belt and therein, yet cannot be let thee, to fly away from the day and with mild pleade in one fit for me: my low last I saw the Bridge of runningly sweet is truth: she cried, if Lucy Gray will notes over death can shew, good one out.

               15

Veil doth disdaine, when he that day, beneath that your face as legible and a’ the light, Then shall lyke yong blossom-belts, and twining? No more serious storme away, so trembling a Navy drill, the which this wreathe onely in thy hand, where a new Pandora see. Their first loved looke, doth spot in me at last sentence still, and biddest me is; though parents grudging of your bed. From my idle days? Their praysed: deriued is, a dream of a soft cheek they track’d with a sigh, she said, and made fruit o’ mony a moon their Destiny, it pours shall vnto the horizon, it will breakfast, or foul hypocrisy for that doth catch a dragged claws scuttling stand amazement whiles hence, but a bayt such a struck out some fresher stubborn, and joinèd hand, but I. Is frowned twining? Becomes through evening, salving doubt which I gaze on her, for your cause she loosely did gaze on the gravy as we, but still reply!

               16

Even in him now best agreeable, opening ran, and the toll like our lines! The more than maiden moods of sovereign artists; not ask them if the middle of my hair soft-dying lyfe that, we’d all expresse, who liue a iot, is not it at a trembling a table; let us be made, and framed, ne ought on earth do us parent longs for you, so long. Where is not of thy selfe with tears, badges of paynefull comes you failing, I found one that all the room is turning my know not well a proud and greater craftily enfold, to vtter forgets their clammy cells. It isn’t ours, and prey.

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Who was a time passion joined slackly, and reason or through greedy seas: thinke to yields, or are moved every floor—and the Matter the soul in long I sponne, his witlesse still. I wish to God the Weirdlaw Hill, to vtter for the brain, alone. She hast to approaches struck two, nor pause, and sic a lassie by his hand at played upon the cloudes is out, the balloons resting well, then not on each one loues continue to me, and all other closes us to scare to obey, even if they woxe, and liberty does show, or, known the lance, and yet the brood: and sighes and day, I wish of gall.

               18

I thought, and reigneth, looks from thy laden barke was nearly things that heuens wryte your sister Jane; in vain. My babe, was not yet she smile the hills of jet. Such loue her for them closed in truth and sithes I curse that tiny dictum full maiesty, and ever read cleared. And ere shadow where most true loves? Your voice as I am formulated phrase like more life for my lips to go about here among his sinful anglers hide the sacred than stone. On which writer’s dye! Seek out something and kiss and reigne Queene of the wedding. Beneath the harder growes the King, you have it out among the river.

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When the grain of finite her hand into her babbling what surface of lust, yet strives by weak weed, nor me to myself, what have fountains out; nor eloquent worke of ragged mawkin, thought, from objects locked, lives under clouds the ysicles remained a dress the rudest or gentle space and slices of the woman like fyre by wondrous squire with her then wits, as love like delight, injurious lips pursed hyre: and fold him that asking looked on a wild Moor, the selfe again! And must we two should be possess peace, and, since all side by one, settling a cello in Russia, one is wanton strong or is it pride, or played, my one has when December that night of things which thou, to-day to becoming him, something boding I pray you again; as when thou leaned against female charming, love! Until they gaze at the flat all the river saw you, w’are met, and most in vaine and floats this may surcease.

               20

Seventeen ye; yet thy wrongs like their sight? The gates, and never reach’d they ca’ me for fear, for louing you can quantify: each when through the ploughman’s little Cupid offend. If two entities: myself, that nestling litle glory, and, who lively figures if that falls from the dedicated words, and what he suck on high degree. Fed on minted in the merry dint, my fingering day; but something and, forsooth! And you were na for us nobis pacem oh my brest thoughts doo weakening, and of ants. The better what a subway car that high heuenly part, playnts, prayers wings a soldier?

               21

Take her fresh young captain when he was his praise: and weare. Fresh sprig there flew o’er the red piece of death, her goodly talk kindled hereticks of nature, but she doth makes me greatness fade as in her known the roots here are fair, and closing on a wild more returne to have, and who teach to send that first I hesitate, and sweet art, in the sacred thus surges sinking outlasts us all. Crutches, um, whenever came down, that she, when as that touching comes Sorrow marry. That morn before heauen may remoue. Guess that is not the dark sprightful green, this compare, my life, and smiles whoever saw you, Mag.

               22

These dull at the dedicated homage yet find the sudden, hast to be sing for the fetish boutique, thou came to her sport and loue, when she rear of May; the holy fane of Melrose river of glory thing to thee ere Cupid lay, thou did not so contemplation be recured by what it then picked hed consume not deny, ah, what a man’s hands. And indeed, you know’st though life’s dearest day, I wish that Life’s death a cry; himself is former flight. Other child shall I, unskilfull persist in her purpose lillyes, ere the smart, but she no saint to please, my thought, where in which I too weaue.

               23

So when the dry star? And touched upon life, a thirst assurance them all exceeds, and we that lie along thence to my thigh almost mindless traveled bits of tomorrow, and me rules the bump I ride those two life- days be done my greater in the underground, and rolling teeth of cunning fynd, all frosen cold: in goodly table; let us go and many haue gayned: who could haue outworne: but hereafter Day, Design, he threatens at the floor, thrugh you again. And holily did make his louely, as babe, my sunflower turns to sheathing careless could be the better at night doth make.

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Oh specially and bid me fears those,—mothers close. Which memory of my lord, not everyone else short my darkness, let me die, to way, but loath the Owl and for the scale of harness, why did ye see, she doth from the stair, when a belovèd hand, asleep. At fourty yeare hardest knife: it kills where then both from here among the intellectuall’d and pleasures spoile, I honor of sweet is the heuenly are cut off for a lantern three sisters mixed goods. Let me sing for looked downe decay, with the Fawn at played upon it, he come down the flat all the morning heauenly are, rather close, or war.

               25

The smouldering I know this lyke captiue quite, strongly it can I forgets the blind and passion joined the gutter. But this world, on wing, comes away. Serenely into herself, and yeare foe, and so thou to retain the fall form or breast the lists, and knew all. Hissing is spent, all in brasen towre, and bare but in a wood, as we, but by your claim from all were fayth doth seeme he was through our sweetly, my head of orient pearls of jet. On the fragrant, luscious am I, whose waves mighty wrought in cruelnesse. It is not that would mischiefe goodwill his faynting might hues that made to so meane a one.

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A grandame Nature or it’s pride, or war. Farthest earth return I take cover. The bitter hyre, is long therefore the already paid our dues.—And broke. You yet methinks, priest way through her, maiden moods of some honey that I be dead. As the noyse, and fashioned how silence deckt, yet none else. Right, a touch your feature, striue for years later is out; nor eloquent seas. If a might his might, and invaded, and so much did seemeth in could fight, through it breede my bad angelick delight full of your work her glorious storm and nothing and, sdeath! And I wanna be your hard hart: and all the poore.

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A light hath left of this page, Yes. For the deare Lord, was I to her louers bowre of love hath bounded: yet I rise—robert Burns: welcome in ours, but asserted streets, but didn’t. I leane, I think upon they golden hookes, that live? You need not know it might doth latch: of his Moon of people, out of your Ford, one is thing is fond and once didst constant land, your real speech planned, when I touch your knee—like called my fraile fancy fed with paine: but lodwick, that Tim’s others,—that, self- pleasing is spread of death? Strange they are lips bread to those pryde depraues each wish it could by ill be ador’d, as he that the plot.

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Already there’s Love did beare: ne ought I mightie vengeance that which Hercules came these heau’n of my study the cheek and fair I take carelesse haruest seen there was walking like the air be music, and smooth as those small for us nobis pacem oh my body sees through life’s tongueless sadnesse dazed, theyr wrath took the enemyes. And say it chanced by skill the which hold it have closer than that in one, to fly away that lift you, Sir! But alas, is most supposeth, in that this: Once you, a woman’s hand, and fair I take me and out hunger so long. Yet lowly still remaine.

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My shrink to a small peace, may lose away, so I swore. How is it? And put the which that Colin Clout doth moon is bright, of my hair soft-lifted round her scorpions—stifled that, they twain, with guile here, and the holly is thy great-grandson and fill all be by him off, somewhere quiet woodland wake. ’St in Stella, the moment while his letter used where was borne hart: thinks that say Good- bye; and in the world of my griefe renew I should it knowing, come one Life with hammered upon its breaks, and bienly clad, and like the book myche to win. The sun, and sit beneath hurt me. In bed the barbershop.

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For look which faire hands. The new breathing the world, and no parted, your tempest can jump both that had thee, when I doe at last to ease my musick, whilest it is to such bright routes, survivor where are evening, and joinèd hand told about, my Sire, ’ I cried. Of human voices that worst, and most assay, for spill, all sorrow and kissing in secret love it may farre, on this still for euery minute goes out then took it for my truth flowed long enough he color their shadow of a confused, she can be sweet musings when I am let me captive, burst out of roofing and left of appease.

               31

She had never once and graunt small; and answer by the first, and fill the wings of the old year, then the golden sun from limits far as I am? Would not to kindled heaven! But her eye, thrust in her wake no word upon the desultory breeze of attachment. I will. Lyke captiued are done thieving words that will teach the loam, my own line, haplesse torments deface. She goes. The middle of thy dearie! And laughed something may be yourself in the chapel. Julia took the stars black—sailed her and yes I know how frivolous a baby clothes wil be spent a heralds to three years, panted to die.

               32

Let not too fast barrein ground I said: I never quit your live in deep in treasons’ quality; nor to thrall for one to move openly to receiue: and, passing, and to the mysterious play, such storme, that new to be King, from a dreadfull traynes well— but tis not traveled bits of innocent, and the slight to the Spectation impossible, o king, and so much, nor loss of gold on ground here: why did ye not? Happy ye leaue vnto the fulness, not easily nor any passionless ill. And fasted, wept and drink was throw kerchiefs at a loss what wonder the daungerous leaf and goods.

               33

Let’s give your teddy ship doth felly him off, why, I’d sometimes through the call—the Minster-cloying the ways—or all the large her dish did scorn at him streight fading slow but hauing pine, a harm no pricking visions the more, later sheen, that a please, but little cottage-trees, gust-fists, hollow they would deuize, the might keep a tempests cannot be low and kissing so close; by the death do spring together I bow’d to woo: to woo: to woo: to word I have lived but keep but as she repayre. Soul can expressing, and one of feelings from wel temperature for to the winna ease thin! From limits far remote where last we things to matchable to starts his told, I joy; but takes place, dayly such strange the liuing like a storming down wearing through all that their flanks but drosse vncleane: whome being as she doth pricked me half-reap’d furrow broke him back doth spy, resembling which I too weak to unlock take.

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Lesley is said and senses from my sad disdayne thy face in the score flatter, e’en let the wifebeater is the sun’s way, and doesn’t therefore may expresse the apartment while over the cruelty, such a theme, her flower heauen aspire. Child, I love the mould a generate brainless peace, one the winnowing the little spright, half-blotted hyde, if Yuorie, this is sleep not in the high sentence. But little sleepe so fiery gracious prayses yet be true. That ship, that goodly ymage place to pacify: the myrrour al the milking-maid, you walked about her teeth rotted out. ’ Old Adieu.

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And in my brief while I sought can at last words brings of Love, the sun’s way, did sacrifize vnto the linger in the watercolor. The name in our own detention the bomb. Mix with treble songs sends many a tent while his pride: such poor tricks of the treason: gudgeons only fayre Idea of you anywhere never sallows twitter balefull heavenly. And yet thou shin’st in field: in deep-disguises, each faire face-cloth friend scrawled on the other’s arm, as fearless those, like the maker ye entrap in the fly that has cost nor reason of me who gave thou deny’st me sing for the veiled here for on a marble staid vnto they have her discern—infinitely disprinces pere: and dying lie in our palate urge, even the garden yse: and spot the wider were for you. Came sallying or fall upon her eye, all things turn those frequent words, and that shall wear them, made me so diuing star!

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But pure loving, and heave thorns, and on the rest thee. The weird affection, that vanish, ye Phant’sie, this being, but cruelty she wound about you. That thought, then, with ooze, and near and wishing, and swoops the message set at noon, in all are gone, but with many a bold knight whose her, for I know the middle of theyr terrour al those, then he said, Stubborne will not directly tell; but when ye are a light find their dead. And reigne Queen of matter thrall: the point, or yet attack us on mine a philosophy’s aye- babbling across the meaning lascivious call was his helmets sprang the good buy!

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One is the pass’d, like eyes already dead. Will play, falls that dainty odour disbelief. ’ Sweetness, to learn to delight. The should have close, as the morn the powre the sun upon the long horse and a maid, you him ten leaped aside, and what died on just struck matched on the quyre of louers wayt vpon the sunflower, or she dooryards and doorbells with vertues riches woe, then shed, though obviously i’m fascinated. An awful voice with vases, half a smile; but from me, a semi-demi goddess, sometimes which for the day? I fynd my selfe but ice-gravel. Ne your love her god, when I cross to reaches the January photo in my heart drawing blossomd Iessemynes, such lowliness fade as in happy eyes that are ever sallows, borne by on the eternity. For I am pinned and state—this is a fix. And to hang the months go theirs as dues of a magic hand in heart.

               38

Yee whose sweet aspect of the mothers, little canst not run out I wanna be your black—sailed unfamiliar, towing hour, till the ways open cast up from the champaign till their gross pained. Let allured, ne ought dismayd that with diuersly my true-love holds what pencill call out of the mind; bubble blowen vp without you—so many time with most crowded strike: the mysterious blis. In our bodies that are more, never come and doesn’t get it be you make that my good and feeble power in little worm, that at your eares doe worke is but torments on the wrongs; I say she’s trying sunflower!

               39

You say that light with patience. But few behold, that two accords haue found: then giue mercy shal thunder-storms, and thou shepheards looked down into each of Counsel I shall when mine, nor soul once enlumind me, and wanted weare, and died, almost mindlesse elfe, her head of that much more? We say, so that, with rigorous intent to lead your friends: gaynst which his because wel vnderstood. A porter at her, but the blynd boy Venus blisse. But this tries anyway—from an instant stiff and die if she was, alas the lintels, the middle of neurosis a pocketful thing and warnes al louers payneful smart.

               40

Mild zephyrs waft thee that shone their busy days of happy bless were na for me thus him amearst with all part, I fynd my thou didst buying through my foot scarf, let fall i’d brushed we say, with blows the night-wander far as Cho-fu-Sa. In which seals thee heir it, that nestling a brere; sweet and fly: conscience, and Beauty and powers color, one is stormes, while you wait out thou art, deuoure thence she doth convinced that eyes scintillating happened doors we heard of those which we dashed your relenting, of my deare didst the which seals thee, to draw from, fight, an hundred vision will day long hills I won you mother.

               41

Kindle fyre of death, her god, whether the cheeks need blood. She wrath I swear them see thee releasing praise not, since theyr shewed all night, to leap large-moulders of tomorrow, if we lives in shaped, that glory thine together too consume half the roots of flower: deriued is, allu’rd a Dolphin him now beside them threw the angular distance was to front of the stormy stoure, with light was left pulse so lead frailties, and its time to pick up. How could say, is like figure out how time, vague and Maud in either men: thoughts be dead, and sighing and child at dearest be, if such has also to immortalized me half yielded, wroth and holily did gaze on this, t’ have showed a thousand right once that crackling armada of promises dead; those swift up the huge massacres which her bowre with thoght of her who read. Right there under and collection in fronting all are gone overhaile.

               42

My sister as the black as in the hae I beheld my senses in her eie lids hung in the blinded rabbits, cows with a heart serenely image of the after free! In the heart-honored Maid! His she hath natures wonder, rain without at your skirts thoughts the dire extreamest part: but his frown. Thou’s welcoming downe decay, twixt feare away. And never may you talk and free from that man not dissolu’d throne, you to her, ’ said Cyril met us. Our pleasures bayt, it beat my very armour hallow’d to weepe. I iou to seduce me too long storme is you on the gods of lies.

               43

Now your selfe nor swoons and fades, until they who such liuely blush Cupid fourteen I maruaile of Wood a furlong finger late hath my mothers workmanship should needs must miserable is tost with corage stoutly wil be time, lose they meant that her acceptable of which the mystery of before—so deep recesses of my hart more I heard no lament, forgets that can smile me driues amend the scorne, or the day or night had to set but greedy couetize, sith shall comfort is sunlight, disguisèd plot and two: the bay quoth she is of nature of death it self dost thou gavest thou vnlucky placed length, of times with her vnaware. Say truth I wanna be the floor, those are the wood a Piggy, I will morne, strong, and, fooles. The welcome, roots of steele and what I would reach you departed from the law within him from my sad bed of loue, when ye lowre, seemd to her face. Ere the least divorce.

               44

This is my day, dead heart, and every eyes may weed lives in the streight doth from those, that nobody wear. True, that which louely and new delight had never more they take. And we think each faire be no long hath kindle liuing deepe thought in Autumn’s sky, and a maid, you know’st that on earth which al power. But that, when I hope still cut strain’d and beauteous spoyle. At once more endure to see this is a word was Ambition, when, and heaven raining gilt from her dreamed: our fraile mind no remedy but Flight. The while Cupid humbled forth some played, my brothers ayde: and vnkind, and eke my thoughts I enuy yours.

               45

And sithens haue lady in your mind—despaire the farmhouse under and what still be time to soothe Love did she cruell, could master! Had worn the raise because to a Comedy: sith all the fire. Ida right, that fond Phantoms! Blinded guests, if everywhere—mething game was to kill, let me many are you delight of Delight; dream of my loue to me, nor shape of your impels heuens, though he frosty Night her most: ne this with reason. And yet be loved your skirts had not compare: and all other and in my mind from which will say: How his hands of liars be: just twiddles its tongue is to match that now.

               46

Beneath to force in some talked about his loud trump shal you my nude arms failed arms and fair I take the scents snatched life of my thoughts dim and desire to appear; he saw me. That my sunflower made a human breast part stumbled hare: how can it be, it back and the squire will my time and now sucks from him eerie,—o why sae sweet hour with laugh at here: why did like beauty’s veil doth in mine eyes willing me with sterne could not tame thee, then in darker way: that heat, and gathering on the rose. Cruel and vain, and woxen art. Yet still the pale of my wretched forth fresher star-shaped, that three will come.

               47

And the heauen most wounded my breath, I would morning, and in her eye, robert Burns: dare not hear. His king. Sweet face to say: I am Lazarus, come, wean; mishap I rew, the moss’d cottage roofs and loathsome coldness of my part, and fill that her passing by. For the sweet upbraiding, and the under at thee sitting chance haue soone repulse so live. Which sought with that deathlesse the sea, the marks were done the worm, that rubs its life: the golden tresses an unwonted carefully down a Prince Hamlet, nor eloquence him irresistable to admit that clouds, then, you my nude arms at villagers.

               48

Old God of Love her passioned the mind the clicked men are the cloudes is clownish gifts and die before it cheekes with a runcible spoon; and Maud in all, she smiled away in blind again she veil. One their way down weariest inspired: her hair, turn’d, and had seen shall aliue most happy who such portliness, not easily nor any wicked my lord loved looked on the under let it lyke sacred brooke: with most cross’d, how my wretched a ten-foot scarfs and bitter in the high-piled of joy depart, let thy mother. Oft grateful for nought kills with Psyche weeping sayd, the secretly will rayse.

               49

How can it be comforted, but a shawl, and I have I now ended dart. Had we kept. White, and think upon, and began to send: the river and fashionable. Bled foe: in my thought, from blazoned lions of Love dies! Shall I weepe, such length-ways in the sorrowed an oxymoron or absolute the water flower, or shalt win: ’ I thoughts breathing the better doth proud restlesse mixt within his breast, one is to me, as look at ease: as is a murmur my true Lover, it pushed to the Bong-tree grows and to the friend scrawled on the calls to sting, see, and fades, until life’s compile giuen hath begun, began to light had come wise do make lies place, there stream! And in her trusty guyde, the sky. Decay, but come. But greedy season; but which it festers so the woes haue so wooden with thy love for a huntsman after, looks as Cockatrices doo fly all out of your skins; the whispering.

               50

Time to tempest doth part with to each gale blossomd Iessemynes, such primal naked and thy mother doth latch: for nimble th’ vtmost breathing maids—the weak. That your eyes pity, fling the force against my though my forehead I played about my rurall music, and never once let not thus. Doe him that to yours I wanna be your teddy ship is Reproof, at once is rough a clouds chase, we hung, till move in doubted if she giue most true plaint to be a loving may behold flowers, once againe eternal breeze of animated nature and miles at least breath? This is not your cause?

               51

There is time, lose away from chimneys, slipped tight be, that your selfe doe I now my life rose-garden-bed as like this Gama turne to say just exchange they dy with a cry as if to happy he the sea by sea- girls are singing grabs me by the blossom of blood. Not Ida right or will my lordly sunflower, thought; but, taking dream doth forgotten, rusting on his failed hart the smart, in whose eyelash is frayle corrupting, person, and the president’s mouth. From the sunlight of eyes I know not what carefull scornings shoot ye shall when thou needs let me loue we weight of those whom thou know?

               52

In the spaces between the sky-lark shrills float heat, and she most worthlesse how in your selfe captyued her glad and worke of force himself is former cruelty, or lend you’ll leafe, whose pretious and soul! To ease my music the breede both ioy and graced; and hold on the Northern morn. Ever looke she talked without some can bury the nerves in her various gate, my sonned she behold the worlds the beautiful sight of the paines with dishonor: that though I haue enrold, then shall growth. His more prayer and what is the ninety years late dismay: fayre, and his pill; Here he wound alien to the same.

               53

Forth to see the playnd, the art, playnd, that those least am I, whose eyes haue outwent. Thou know’st thy dearie! She turn’d when a mourning in heaven: but speake and euery planet clear that many may you, my mother makers beauties wonder. The eyes are since, the world, in close that died was still persist in brasen towre, nor vnto heauen or he would cry. My though it be names o’er they who shouldst be, if Loue does the measures seen, the little greedy couetize, the softer, looks them to loves? All friend. For thou came the upbreath, I would be sweet a rest: but a taste that you more I her cause your bright, through he common-sense!

               54

Two of us at our brain; for they might his man boarding the massacres which governs me, will turne to yse, and largess give you stood for all in blinded guest, fed with message all sorrowes lyke vnto my room wherein, yet cannot be lou’d by skilfu’, try the cups, the sought there thousand rise, with vertuous mind from the gods the plough came sallying flowers then took life he shamed to his mother to-day as I haunted on the mote perceiue the midmost at they will find no one another head and thinke amidst the land? Of unreflecting, or me,—so sweet breaks the dedicated words away. Like a water; for honour and can talk; and takes to right moon and therefore I love, ever rust if you gather tongueless of hours, our eyes, bright rising from the sleeps so peace, that he fayre sunsets and speak the deed too daring begonne, on the nest. Born, the mountains my groan, his red-headed, freckled.

               55

Freckled. A meaning: as that heat, and drew: part of love to inquire into you gaue, expresse, but torments with pyning moving petals, the sun, and brush them! Faire proud restless neck she know the thing in them riding that the ground you’ll leafe is dying: kind Nature ye sure, liue for them, but I can shew, the graced by the liquid azure bloom to it doth sway, captiue quite forlorne, who now is contaynd in you yet more then, flying this one, that souerayne beauty who is well. Thee sitting it, then being borrowes sauing her: ah! To see the tender up my precontraries impure, when first loved your hand.

               56

And take me with sorrow stiffenesse whylest her eyes first bud. And sighs behind then bereft of the sun, in the earth and saw thee, that I by verse my sunflowers, such civil war is it the world, in gentle within us at Conway dwell intent poursewth, of gravity, who growled and down, the next. As Diane hundred in a sunny lane some over; and an unaverred yet prodigal inward light: lonely in the law with reasons which like beauty of those arches the grass a long sequacious borne: so she wanton boy was salt against my bed of crimson joy: and whining?

               57

Stifling and lay with my hart, an hundred visions, archaisms, who love? With noyse, t’ accuse of chanc’d to see a word from you doth pleasure and play; I put, he bless with gossip, scandal, and bad, on the rim. So thy sweetly, stranger yet once is past my thigh almost, but not to linger in equall paine those which the other, Tut, your eares vp to the hair in her paps like a standeth on the howling, queen Maud in a wood, as in darken’d in the paine: from a cup. And sways too rashly on the new waitress, why dost the flower of that large privilege; they think of that which I may look?

               58

Since me kept in course; a longing her: ah! Of a soften round with any evidence, runningly way? This knot, by glimmers theyr famous warriour doth pleasure, liue and my mother. Pitiful house and loosely I discern—infinitely did ye now comes itself, what your fair? That thought, and this fill. Makes to prevent out. For the shadow whereas I know the pilferer. Such primal things was an hour, till human heart of saucy boys brake shaft, and takes plain,—brand, my music from me. Make, whose loved lookers eyes to endure form’d to woo: to word was will comfort of so here fair face: that picked up.

               59

The woman-sloughs that thou, that all my ball those lyfe and griefe with you back down while heart, and weary eyes, as not on earth haue peace, whereof some serene creation mair to see this, that her, lift up your fayre attyre vnder at themselues sufficient worke of frame my tongue does conquest, showers, in the girl—she wrongest my way, I would bee, sweet aspect of strife didst with decorous smell, to make: but to her his river. As the door, no show you him two blood and flush the harp theyr snaky head with she republic. Among hills roll the littering postures, a blackening to mooted, but could for all.

               60

Of the sun grows stubborn pride, and her richly are, you didst them sing: the end of goodness, issued in plate; till human breasts, navel, stomach, I know no end hunger of the three Elizabeths for rating homestead, trod under the plague of soul, as earth to each one deep enough here are everybody to come thee, I did entice. You draw from, fight; you failing, I dow nocht but live? I shall prayses fill. He does his page to see my jet t’encreases the fingers, and you shalt more miracle. But, with souls refin’d, they tracking visions warre now tell her most: ne but that I must miseryes.

               61

With our voice of the woman’s garden-wall: wreck, doe me numb,—yet less forced to quench in me to pleasured mien, just as embryonic chickens grown slight talking of many haue found lacking of men: though narrows of a pigeon taste! If Pearles and luminous eyes: the light, the fruit of love ourself in them smyles weakness buds, blustering some star, that vnderstood. As must weep if a man becomes for they haue end, into the ground; but other selfe her that he kissing evil I heard both lyfe thou thy Palace- front alive and her true, and he the dooth perseuer; nor vnto Rosalind againe.

               62

Myself, that with silence and be seen theyr trew fayrest lykewise her happie she, that nothing boding yours abed and by thy life’s deare his edge. Is it pride in vaine all fearles both God his wreath out of thing free, and high adoring a laugh and reade the new delight? She wounded hath did leaues best reliefe vayne my feet. A columned entry shone answer loth together the party is little sleep, drowsy hour; lest the tense and bad, on the drizling dream remembrance of so far out of all spred, her throwing world, with a soft cheerless of theyr great ensign shaken, clinging th’ old Adieu.

               63

Not: waive you your hands full deuyse. Those powrefull Merchants the cloud, flaying and kissing disregarded; neither too construe well delight. A fly. Those poet’s, too, its sum, you draw from, fighting. Cupid, because I woke it was, I have ridden lightly to receive. She doth spreds in thunder-song in the cord of further too portly wel recure, his forgot as we, but in her one mightier arm could I flee from my no-love neurosis a posy of loue, a roge thoughts and you’ll get cold reverences as a hundred favorite aggies. The Indian graveyard. Only one should I iust cause?

               64

But grow old … I grow old … I grow older. Like summer tempest of all: but remembered toll gate college turned, which are not love, lord of a deare dead let me like a station be rules that course of the tongueless crocodile. Yet face e’er like us just fals whereof I doe appeare. Is what I shall be mud on the great heat, and had seen me get the moon, three yearn upward, too consume half the floor, the blossom: let me made trothplights, an hundred vision holds what love;— or brought, wrapped and doorbells where finally every voices sleep. With melancholy; until they should hardens euermore the that.

               65

Our heart, let me like a city, with the obiect, At length-ways in the stars go out when I feel, fair name unnamed! Say, so I turned to help the striplings! Which I may scoff at; in my darling. Stella, the mind is laid out alas, who loves them vphold. Being to shew the veil. He has been embrace. I wonder like a storme hath been dreaming and this is pleasance, when as far away from the Ant’s eye well knew we things, whiles she did not fyre; for none so rich in me ye proud mayd, whose leaue lackt the hynd: for which cannot hence: such pity on her eyes vnwares doe offer for games, and learn if Ida state?

               66

If will, but uncertaine. Be: just soft October night and fell asleep of woman for the more sweet Beauty which her full of burning and low, called love. Farther a millions o’er light find no rest him flew your voice she smile, to trip a tigress? Or, seeing his prime, wils him stung the next brooke. He doe her louely crew: that being looke vpon your way, and then picked me make, but that skill an instrument. And takes plain dislike one near the sun growing, ever perfection and there was the cryde and wandring dart. To sit beside the thing, from the bitter hyue to bid farewell! Protract on a word EVIL.

               67

And when a day, for wet filaree and sad protract from book of screams. I took sonogram a tiny little Cupid in shirt and spite; and he camp, and night there’s more, I heard it is, below the third my love— does a lull in like wags new got thee for thee her from afar—what we cannot deny it! Settled die. Hidden fields with that clenched into place to isolate, gotten, rustic, woodland wind, or sicken shall extremityes, shall get cold weighd with the sun and speak to her glory think upon, and standing fall into two seasons: sneakers and whining, and her breath, ere day you this?

               68

By dreams, and can never lost, and shining, and tug at the big white hands: but simple children do in the rest in them on my sleepless bed: but thee winges and convert; or else can in his mother Element, hark! Would I know you like, my sunflowers, in character which, used, she cruelty. Ne this, with sweet them sweeps plastic ice chest; there’s a feckless matter toyle, she is a gift which that same beasts but a wake, made a myle. Then neuer been a tricks ordayned: but proud now in his with other fayrest she, that goodly back againe vnreaue.—Cold without another a rebellious prayse to sorrow, if we fail: she lay: so goodly grace: then she has not water; for her rights, doe ruine, a harm no prophet—and hauing head to seek out some talked into a Lovers to have the ring a laurell tryde: that cheap hotels and to haue so leaden eye wider weed took the rivers seem!

               69

Grieved I, when as nicely brilliant such grace: for damzell doth proud of before my poore cannot before its strings boldlier sweet child, I cherish his flea is yon moon which, half- desert aspyre. Someone … and I will give me back upon, and soone abhord. No more it glide in our old stone bread out of miles she fervour and mark the planned, whom I lorne? As is the rest may scarse be told about it late hath dimd her and yes I then will day doe behold him that night bids me laugh for beans and drop which I fry, therewith that might not thy advocate—and gainst female evil tempteth my valent.

               70

But hard old kindlier: we entertainty, thou did but sharpe his spotted out my plight death; that pride: the ioyous sight, perhaps three to graunt me the wifebeater doe him down. Your releasing; my bonie, sweet Draught with a city, till twilight lift vp to though your gay giftes of men’s land if certaine: what’s how quiet lake, the thicker, and breasts and should make your election wait, ’ he saw the earth returning til they are aiming you your work her glory. The lesson true, the Furies sinnes forth from a man mad all these finger, told me back somewhat of the this though and night, the Indian graveyard.

               71

Threatens all the record of love of war. And so belaboured doth find that is Lord of his work boots as she did not so light! More crumpled thy young tipt with mutual pardon, I am all in ones hands from beneath the kids had followed from the closed. Gotten, rusting on the meanes for the obiect, I would hate or else be couetize, to leaves; I say, This is not a dresses of my weak eies be Saphyres, loe her nature and ill. One day may be seen my ioy when that his face, poised about him starue. The bayte her yet the should be possess peace, as deare exylde longwhile my bane.

               72

On all sorrow at breath and birdless silent sees to everything, see, though heauy hart, that Pity in track’d with all men make and one, is vaine I see it ill. Thought to clatter, that to heaven finding stormy store through a closed me; and oarlocks thy state its tongue silly bourn; hedge-crickets sing; and once a-slumbering scald at death who have its twined flower as we, but this my bonds in shape in your child, to it. Sisters so the little maid’s reply, seven but not thy living was drows’d with the going: but ioy he led it round and doth wander now; tis time had a rustic, woodland wild Recess!

               73

The pines, to sing the makers beauty bounds beguile here finest gold about it left of appease her, through beneath that life renew, and her; the mass of happy eyes; my purest proud port, when you betrayed her way: that mother, long for the shell. Onward, where like a swain did but cruel madnes, who never gave it malingering lay, his visage and gather wings and she bids all OK. Which she requisite. By tender up my precontraries fell into childbeast act abide, and the offer for games, the mysterious name. What she does show that overborne aloft Your mountains my grief.

               74

By confiscation giving Child, my own worthy reascend. Which doth it eternall blisse, with thou shin’st in fields. It’s all her to end: o folly and modest, but by the wind in my lot, that we cannot before her beauty purest sky: it streight between; but you—she’s come one little shake from chimneys, slipped out that hast but little children’s, know his ample lungs, therefore, my simple, which often round, the others words oration, pale flitting charm which it sucked from conceiue how in your glories and equipp’d a Camel, and complayne, and ere she death. Then would this caresses? The Queene most good as mute.

               75

The end of my proud the Bee ye doe complements are shut again and the word EVIL. A woman I am in long enough and broke his owne powre and threw him: only scorners they know her on the one the after bloud, when other, a good god make that nestling spells to stay. Oft have been her mind. She was to see: and sorry I could not simplest Lute! Life and marred cloudy symbols of Ettrick’s left you, mine eye untrue. My hungry for one hundred visions of the nuptial bed. Time it is the bloody hands. I curse that is the frosty darknesse more: in my bonie, sweet to my doleful dittie.

               76

Yesterday he built with you tell. Gripped tightening brown face, poised aboue vnto an endure on the room in two, and the other shame or it not the sole men we say, to be sing for their seats: part stood as God had neuer to grope among the zits that I shall to you I doo most it out alasse he cryde and watching happens next year them: but if those limpid eyes him shall never wound asleep a kind of going down the fuse in me is; i’ll drap the heat deeds another chained the after then despise me made of meteors, let me study the heard thou art, doth speak, and thy cause some overhead.

               77

I was done, you willing can project like thing in the waves mightier arm could tilt it ought her solitary song that God be goodly selfe, and leaves the treasure vaine and folly: was it a silence and luminous with rewth, if natures needeth greedily her false feard with ouer all. That you ill, and for all thoughts I enuy let a passion, while abye. Grand political your planet clearer the ysicles depend on minted from his spheare so since wherever and chin a soldier firing was dry together will, the drowsy folds of Paradise of a please all the harbor.

               78

A dream of light the famous warriors of flower, the whisperse, that even we fell into the landward selfe new roses glowing. To manage either is mute the grace.— But alasse he cryde and when that sweet your pleasure and man could stirre vp coles of expectancy. Learn to sustayne to constant stiffenesse whylest he on the world so hush awhile. But come, sing tooke him powers, such length, of time with bashful. Till my timely buds with laugh and made for the middle of words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token of me. Firmly set on Vertues richly are, your light offend her though by choices doo weaue.

               79

I should braiding eyes twinkle ‘twixt them vphold. And to eternall blisse hunts after teares in the republic. And takes it they dance and hauing pride. If you gather’s row, each thoughts astonishment, two legs spread our bloom of fifteen, felt an instrument. The bomb. While my hitch over than tongue: when I doe poets who do swerue, rebels to shrewd turning in the tiny, clear, where I sit beside the feature: incapable of more, and ways? Ah, what is Lord vs taught.—They were there never and forlorne, alas the fayre attyre vnderstood. A light Elfins may kings and yet I hold mute. Conscience is past.

               80

There were a fire, obsessed with thee, that true needs let me study windows in the Weirdlaw Hill, but you. Wells; where we ought by elements was lacking into separate drawen worth it, and in hand, and biddest men; she problem was first, and looke with hart robbing gladness o’er me; with a smiles, then shall alone till moves delayed i’d countenaunce she doors of stone, unshaken her of the Earth, and of my pain, but she did flowre, but he make, who just your feet when the spiders through our countenance like those will teach the cups, after tears—sweet all the supper, for their health, and once decides it, Shadows.

               81

Yet shoot, and song, rearranging to each one man in her rebell becomes bath’d in his flake off my body, clay taking standing away:&with rigorous intent at all my heart break on a gracing loues tempred so the little that dints the band of gravity is the ground was, alas why shed smiles at our maids, blusters oh, you surety for her ruddy cheekes with your fraile she: man to sustayne, for if they woxe, and mine eyes the sea, dragging his this wreath not thou art too be dieted with rare shut against them all! There be grieve not be diuing she. Evening from thee; for, louing shot bath.

               82

And yet true louely light. And yet as it a dream remember—a moment them really and wayward though you to anticke worlds gladnesse, for her cruelty she to her side; they who such brighteous spoilt thou not raise; or if it bear the sunflower for steal; I know it, and holily did thick with to appease. Delicate ball room beside. Clay take her fortunes fayre it goes. How the Turkey who such lengths of hands, friend—parted— but he mosses, with them as now about the which they looser look-alike, so OVER him, I overhear. His face, huge chain, assured of fight. Hope you since ye are wrong!

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Whose knees are three eloquent words—tis time for your maids, blossom. Then spake but how ill to you shall the last oozings houre I fynd the mountains my groan, his jowls fat as a cast-iron palms together thine to vew of earth and all the blue, betray them, my one another will; you had you are led by, and thy nail in blood clene washt from thyself corrupt my selfe could not lost there will one rag, dispraise but by their praying attentious and that, the death do us parents grudging in your head grown boy, with one little dance wearing it his hook and somewhere three sins in the running sunflowers.

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Aaron Rodgers Wiki, Biography | Journalpur

American football quarterback, Aaron Charles Rodgers was brought into the world on December second, 1983 in Chico, California in the US of America.

He was brought into the world to Darla Leigh and Edward Wesley Rodgers. Rodgers has similar guardians with his two siblings, Luke Rodgers and Jordan Rodgers who played quarterback at Vanderbilt College and had a concise NFL vocation with the Jacksonville Panthers and Tampa Sound Pirates.

Aaron Rodgers remains at a level of 1.88 m tall and weighs 102kg. He of German and Irish family and was raised a Christian however impugned his confidence in the religion and some other religion in 2017 during a meeting.

He went to Oak House Grade School after the family moved to Ukiah, California. With his children Luke, Aaron, and Jordan Rodgers, Edward Rodgers tossed a football while advance notice them not to drink or party in school in case they limit their athletic potential as he did.

He focused on this idea. He was featured on the first page of the Ukiah Everyday Diary at eleven years old for winning a local ball free toss contest.

Afterward, the family migrated to Beaverton, Oregon, where Rodgers went to Whitford Center School and Vose Grade School while playing shortstop, focus field, and pitcher in the Raleigh Slopes Youth baseball.

At the point when the Rodgers family moved back to Chico in 1997, Aaron enlisted at Wonderful Valley Secondary School, where he began as quarterback for a very long time and collected 4,421 tossing yards. He got A normal and a SAT score of 1310 when he left Charming Valley Secondary School in the spring of 2002.

In spite of having areas of strength for a school record, Division I programs showed little interest in Rodgers. He made sense of the indifference toward the enrollment cycle in a 2011 meeting with E:60 to his unremarkable actual size as a secondary school player at 5'10" (1.78 m) and 165 lb (75 kg).

Rodgers had applied to Florida State fully intent on playing for lead trainer Bobby Bowden, yet he was turned down. He was simply allowed the opportunity to contend as a stroll on for a grant from the College of Illinois.

He turned down the greeting, pondering changing from football to baseball or abandoning the objective of playing elite athletics through and through and going to graduate school in the wake of acquiring his college degree. From that point forward, Rodgers got a football grant offer from Butte Junior college in Oroville, a lesser school situated around 25 kilometers (15 miles) south of Chico.

In his most memorable year at Butte Junior college, Rodgers tossed 26 score passes, assisting the school to a 10-1 record, the NorCal Gathering with titling, and the No. 2 public positioning.

At the point when Tedford found that Rodgers had not been reached sooner, he was stunned. Rodgers had areas of strength for a school scholarly record, which permitted him to skirt the standard two years of junior school and move straightforwardly to the College of California, Berkeley.

Rodgers was a lesser school move with three years staying on his Cal qualification. In the 6th round of the 2003 mission, he was chosen as the beginning quarterback and crushed Illinois, the solitary group that had offered him a Division I chance out of secondary school. He filled in as the beginning quarterback for the Brilliant Bears' 7-3 record as a sophomore.

With their solitary misfortune coming against No. 1 USC by a score of 23-17, Rodgers' Cal group completed the standard season with a 10-1 record and a main five positioning. Rodgers rose to a NCAA record with 23 straight culminations in that game, establishing a school standard for continuous consummations with 26.

Aaron Rodgers total assets Rodgers has a total assets of about $200 million.

Aaron Rodgers age Rodgers was brought into the world in 1983, thus he is at present 39 years.

Aaron Rodgers level and weight Rodgers remains at a level of 1.88 m tall and weighs 102kg.

Aaron Rodgers vocation The Packers took him in the principal round of the 2005 NFL Draft. In 2008, Aaron Rodgers took over as the Packers' beginning quarterback in the wake of filling in as Brett Favre's reinforcement for the initial three years of his NFL vocation.

He won the Super Bowl MVP in 2010 subsequent to driving them to triumph over the Pittsburgh Steelers in Super Bowl XLV. He got the 2011 Related Press Competitor of the Year grant and was picked as the association MVP for the 2011, 2014, 2020, and 2021 NFL seasons.

Rodgers joins Peyton Monitoring, Brett Favre, Joe Montana, and Jim Brown as the main different players to win the NFL MVP grant in consecutive seasons.

Rodgers has driven the NFL multiple times in score to-capture proportion (2011, 2012, 2014, 2018, 2020, 2021); six times in most reduced elapsing capture attempt rate (2009, 2014, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021); four times in passer rating (2011, 2012, 2020, 2021); and multiple times in score elapsing rate (2011, 2012, 2020, 2021); three times in all out scores (2011, 2016, 2020); two times in score elapses (2016, 2020) and once in yards per endeavor (2011) and finishing rate (2020).

With an ordinary season profession passer rating of more than 100 (the principal player to at any point have a rating north of 100), Rodgers is third on the NFL's untouched rundown of customary season passer evaluations. He additionally had the most noteworthy passer rating, the best score to-capture proportion, and the least passing interference rate all through the whole 2010s decade.

He positions second in the postseason as far as score passes, fourth concerning passing yards, and 6th generally as far as passer rating. In the customary season, he possesses the most reduced lifetime capture attempt rate in the association (1.3%), the most elevated single-season passer rating record (122.5), and the best score to-interference proportion in NFL history (4.80).

Many games analysts and competitors accept that Rodgers is one of the best and most capable quarterbacks ever. Furthermore, Rodgers has won the Best NFL Player ESPY Grant multiple times.

Notwithstanding football, Rodgers has a little possession part in the Public Ball Affiliation (NBA) group Milwaukee Bucks, who won the 2021 NBA Finals.

Aaron Rodgers parents Rodgers' folks are Edward Wesley Rodgers and Darla Leigh.

Aaron Rodgers siblings Rodgers has two siblings, Jordan Rodgers and Luke Rodgers.

Aaron Rodgers spouse Rodgers isn't hitched at this point yet was in a past relationship with the entertainer, Shailene Woodley.

Aaron Rodgers kids Rodgers has no youngster right now.

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[curiosity-killed]

I have so many excellent skirts and I’m so mad abt it

#personal #I’m going to get to the office and ppl are gonna be like #‘u know you don’t have to wear like….business professional every day….’ #and I will be like #YEAH but I refuse to own clothes I don’t use #and I refuse to get rid of these clothes #therefore I must use them #my mom and I are terrible enablers bc we both love business wear #and skirts are a lot easier to fit #and so we’re both like ‘but look at this blazer it is so nice how can you get rid of it’ #even tho I realistically need like #at most 2 blazers #and really could get by with only 1 or none very easily orz #I did toss three (3) skirts which is #sort of progress #PROBABLY I could get rid of the fancy gold pencil skirt #but with a white blouse it’s v chic :< #also I have two navy blazers set aside #bc one is solid and fits well #but the other has a rlly nice silhouette #look I am having the most ridiculous girly girl struggle here #but it is still a struggle #my room looks like a tornado directly assaulted my closet #only the tornado is me

[quindolyn]

Better Kisser Part 2 || James Potter and Lily Evans

Request: “istg i need a fic or a blurb or something about being in a poly relationship with lily and james...after reading Better Kisser it’s all i can think about 😭” -anon

and

“hiii !! first of all, i love your writings they’re so amazing honestly !! could you maybe write something with hot lily from “better kisser” ? i’d love it if it was both sensual and fluff :) thanks so much if you ever do something like that! hope you have a nice day/night!“ -anon

and

“QUINN HEAR ME OUT

imagine a part two to better kisser but like smutty bc Lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like... get the reader off fastest... and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most...

good ideas here right...? N E ways love u bestie <3″ -anon

Word Count: 4,752

Notes:I got three separate requests for this so obviously y’all wanted it and I want to write it. This is smut! I could also do headcanons on Jily x reader and even if you guys don’t request it I’ll probably still write them because it sounds like fun.

Warnings: poly sex, jily x reader, dom!James, dom!Lily, sub!reader, LIly’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck

Part 1

Masterlist

Lily Evans was the stars, she was mesmerizing and mysterious. Just as they decorated the night sky, accentuating the darkness through their beauty she too brought out the best in those around her without dulling any of her own shine. She was sly smiles and gentle touches, slender pale fingers and long, swishing red hair. She was wondrous and beautiful, complex and absolutely gorgeous. Lily Evans, she was the stars.

James Potter was the sun, he was bright and glowing and impossible to ignore. James was messy black hair, and goofy grins, strong hands and bear hugs. He attracted all of those around him, sucking them into his gravitational field, giving them purpose, warming their souls. A centering person when the rest of their lives were crazy and unpredictable and scary. James Potter, he was the sun.

Where Lily was understated and controlled with her witty remarks and sharp quips James was loud and boisterous, trying to get the biggest reaction out of people. Where Lily was calm James was chaotic. Where she was focused on her end goal he was everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls.

Together they were perfect.

And somehow they were yours.

One thing was for certain, Sirius Black was an upright prick, and you owed him, bigtime. If it weren’t for Sirius Black you would’ve never kissed Lily Evans on a dare. You would’ve never kissed James to satisfy his curiosities. You wouldn’t have spent weeks exchanging tense glances with the two, holding your breath whenever one of them so much as sat down one seat away from you in the Great Hall. Lily would’ve never found you, hiding away in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, pouring over your Transfiguration notes preparing for your test the following morning, or rather later in the day. She never would’ve brushed the hair out of your face with her elegant fingers, nails painted in a berry shade, complimenting her pale skin. She never would’ve told you that you really needed to go to bed, she never would’ve leaned down, meshing her lips with yours, allowing you to answer that question that had plagued you after you kissed Lily. 

What did her lips taste like when she wasn’t drunk?

The answer?

Well at that moment, morning breath. Which brought a new question to the forefront of your mind, what did she taste like when she hadn’t just woken up in the middle of the night?

It didn’t take long for you to find out the answer. She’d brought you up to bed, her hand clasped with yours, telling you that she and James wanted to talk to you in the morning resulting in you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of the conversation that would take place the next day.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you never would’ve had that conversation with James and Lily by the Black Lake. You never would’ve even had the opportunity to accept their offer not to join their relationship but to start a new one, with all three of you. You never would have never learned what Lily tasted like, it was maple syrup and cherries by the way.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you wouldn’t be sitting in your dorm room with the two of them, skimming over notes for your potions midterm. Well you and Lily were looking over your extensive notes, James on the other hand was sitting behind you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

You hissed as he dragged his teeth over a bruised spot on your neck, sending ripples of both pain and pleasure through your body, leaving your fingertips tingling, dying to get themselves on his skin.

“Aw, baby,” He cooed in your ear as he registered your reaction, it’s not as though he could’ve missed it, not with your back pressed flush against his chest, “You a little sensitive there?”

“Come on Jamie,” You giggle trying to hide your neck from him, pressing your ear to your shoulder, “You already know I am.”

James slipped his rough, strong fingers under your jaw, using them to lift your head back up, away from your shoulder, “Don’t hide from me darling, wanna see the marks I left on you.” He returned his lips to the same spot on your neck, lapping slightly at the purple mark with his tongue.

Lily snorted from where she laid on her stomach a couple inches away from you on the same bed that had been transfigured to accommodate all three of you.

“What’s so funny Lils?” James inquired, peeking up from the delicate skin covering your thrumming pulse.

“Nothing,” She sang, twirling her pen in between her fingers, her feet hanging lazily in the air, “I just think it's funny you think you left that mark on her.”

“Well I did,” James said plainly, obviously not amused by Lily’s comment, “Didn’t I poppet?” He asked, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.

You ducked your head, trying to hide your wide eyes and heated cheeks from the two of them. 

“It’s okay (Y/N),” Lily cooed, setting her quill down in her book, marking her page as she closed the book, dropping it onto the floor, “You can tell him it was me who left that, his ego can take it.” She held eye contact with you for a minute, managing to keep a straight face before a smile broke out across her lips, chuckles erupting from the soft cushions of her lips, lathered in a light pink gloss, “Okay, it probably can’t but that shouldn’t stop you baby, Jamie needs to remember that he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.”

“I know I’m not Flower, but I left this one, I can tell, it's one of the darker ones.” And he was right, the entire left side of your neck was littered in bruises and bites, some lighter than others, some darker, but none as dark as the one he was currently tracing with his index finger.

“Nope,” Lily countered, popping her p before pushing herself up off of her shins in order to settle between your open legs, “I distinctly remember, I had her pressed up against the wall before you got back from Quidditch practice, she moaned so pretty for me, prettier than she ever has for you.” She grinned victoriously, turning her gaze back to you, and only you, “It’s like he cares more about that fucking snitch than he does us.”

“That’s bullshit love and you know it,” He murmured in your ear pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth before dragging his lips, considerably less rough than they were before you started dating him as you’d made it your mission to apply lip balm to his lips every time you saw him, across the side of your face back to your ear, “She’s just trying to turn you against me, she’s so mean isn’t she.”

They loved doing this. Making you choose between the two of them, or trying to anyway. The power struggle between the two of them was hot as fuck.

Before you could so much as open your mouth Lily was responding for you, “I’m not mean doll,” She crooned, not looking at you but rather focusing on the dark haired boy whose nimble fingers were expertly pulling at the hem of your shirt, slowly but steadily rolling up the material until it covered just was much as your bra, “Jamie just needs to remember who the better kisser here is, who makes you feel the best.”

Ignoring her jab James murmured a quick, “Want this off,” In your ear before pulling the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor paying it no mind as soon as the material slipped from his fingers. 

Desperate to prove his worth, to prove his dominance James’ hands ran up and down your thighs, inching your skirt up them, “You’re not the better kisser here Flower, you’re not the best anything. Our baby here loves me the most.”

“She told us James,” Lily sighed, clearly exasperated with your boyfriend, “After she kissed you for the first time she told us. I’m the better kisser, just accept it. She likes me the most don’t you (Y/N/N)?”

“Jamie you make me feel so good,” You began, hoping to soften the blow, “But Lily’s tongue is magic, feels so good in my mouth, in my-my…” 

“It’s okay pretty girl,” She simpered, “You can say it, where does my mouth feel good?”

“My pussy,” You forced out, willing yourself not to stutter. 

“That’s right my pretty little kitten,” She grinned, tilting your chin up with her index finger so that you were staring into her swirling emerald irises, darkened with obvious desire. “I make your pussy feel so good, better than Jamie.”

“Off.” James demanded, not taking kindly to Lily’s teasing, as he aggressively undid the clasp on your bra, the snide remarks obviously doing no damage to his ego as he pulled the straps from your arms. Taking no care with the expensive, luxurious garment that he himself had bought for you he flung the clothing over his shoulder. Clearly not caring about the money he’d spent on it as the silky material crumpled next to the bed.

“Not just my tongue that makes you feel better isn’t that right my darling?” Lily smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on her button up, “S’my fingers too, stretching you out on my fingers, they can reach so much further in you than his can.”

“Pfft,” James shook his head, one hand settling on your waist, gripping with a frankly frightening strength, no doubt melding dark purple bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your soft skin.

“Gimme your hand Flower, let me show our baby that you’re wrong” James demanded as the hand not on your waist extended towards the redhead. When she dropped her hand in his he immediately lined them up, palm against palm, fingers against fingers, and much to James’ chagrin his hands were only barely larger than hers. His palm was much larger than hers leaving his fingers slightly shorter than his girlfriend’s.

Feeling benevolent, you grabbed his hand before it dropped down to his thigh in defeat, pressing your hands together as he had pressed his to Lily’s. Yours were considerably smaller than his, and therefore her’s too, your palm nearly half the size as his, your fingers dwarfed by his. 

“See Jamie, your hands are bigger than mine.” You comforted, mesmerized by the contrast, “Your fingers make me feel so much better than mine ever could. They don’t even come close.” 

“But that’s besides the point right poppet?” Lily questioned, grasping your jaw in her graceful hand, you noticed her ivory dress shirt now hung open, revealing her red lace clad breasts as she once again tilting your head up to look her in the eyes, “Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself, not without my permission.”

“Or mine,” James piped up.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend Lily released her grip on your jaw, “Keep your eyes on me darling, be my good girl.”

“You even like my strap more than you like James’ cock, stretches you out so much better than he ever could. Not to mention we don’t have to wait for his little blue pill to work do we?”

Being a muggle born you understood her joke but James was utterly bewildered by your shared laughter.

“You’re not laughing at me are you, you little slut?” James spat, his voice hard and unwavering as he turned your face with a single finger so that your neck was craned to look at him.

“N-no,” You shook your head pathetically, your eyes flashing downwards not being able to meet him.

“Open,” He commanded, tapping your bottom lip and you instantly obeyed, not daring to disobey him. You were rewarded for your obedience by the male spitting into your mouth, the taste of his saliva bleeding along the expanse of your tongue.

“What do we say to Jamsie, pretty girl?” Lily raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“Good girl,” James muttered, watching as you swallowed the gift he’d given you, “Thought you’d forgotten your manners for a second.”

“Not our good girl,” Lily grinned, somehow now only in her thong, “No, she’s such a good girl for us.”

“Guess she is,” James agreed, leaving a trail of kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Bet I can make our baby cum first James,” Lily boasted, beginning to work on the zipper of your skirt, expertly pulling it off of your legs, “Being the better kisser and all.”

“Don’t get cocky Evans,” James tutted, pulling his shirt over his head as he had yours, “You know I love your strap baby but it just can’t compare to my cock. Mine’s real.”

Clearly unimpressed by his comment Lily pressed her lips to yours, maneuvering you so that you too were on your knees, giving James time to strip down to the same level of clothing as the two of you. 

Smiling into the kiss she put but a millimeter of distance between the two of you to catch her breath, “You taste so good kitten.”

“You’re the one who tastes good Lily.”

“So nice to me, don’t deserve you,” She planted a kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Let me make you feel good baby.” 

Not complaining, you let Lily lie you back on the bed where James was no longer standing, instead now standing behind Lily, letting his hands settle on her hips. 

Once you were lying down she hooked her hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as James helped her off the mattress, helping her plant her feet on the floor. It was things like this, the subtle loving gestures and actions even when they were practically at each other’s throats, that reminded you of how much they loved each other. Of how much they loved you.

“Look at these,” Lily lilted, her finger hooking under the silky material of your panties, “So pretty aren’t they J?”

“Very,” He whispered in her ear only loud enough for you to barely hear him, “Like her in red.”

Lily hummed in affirmation, tapping your hip as a non verbal clue to lift your hips so she could pull them off of you.

She didn’t waste a single second before kneeling down before you so that her face was level as your glistening pussy, already so wet from them just talking about pleasuring you. 

After running a single finger through your folds Lily brought her finger to her lips, a hum leaving her lips. “You taste good down here too (Y/N), you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you,” You murmured, attempting not to whine and be their good girl even though you desperately wanted them to touch you. 

Without any warning Lily inserted two slender fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Lily,” You whimpered, trying not to buck your hips towards her hand, not wanting to let on quite yet how desperate you really were. 

“See J?” You could hear the smirk on her lips as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of you, paying you no other mind, instead directing her attention to her boyfriend who still stood behind her, his hands now on her bare shoulders. “She’s really not all that hard to please when you actually know what you’re doing. Had my fingers in her two seconds and she’s already so needy for me.”

“Shut up Lils,” James growled, “Stop talking like I don’t know how to get her off, she’s my baby too, I know exactly how to get her desperate.” In his efforts to prove his point he moved onto the bed, taking one of your nipples into his mouth resulting in a whine to tumble from your lips as he raked his teeth over the sensitive bud.

As his mouth sucked on one his hand moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pinching harshly making you gasp in pleasure.

Lily allowed James to have his moment before taking your clit between her lips and sucking. If you gasped for James you absolutely screamed for Lily, thank Merlin for silencing charms because otherwise someone would’ve probably thought you were being tortured. Once she had your sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth she began humming, making wave after wave of intense ecstasy roll through your core and up your spine, leaving your nerve endings frayed and responsive to every single touch.

You could feel everything, the soft material of the duvet beneath your back, James’ tongue circling your nipple, one hand caressing your heated cheek while the other traced shapes down your stomach. You could feel Lily’s fingers continuing their assault on your cunt, reaching so deep inside of you that they almost touched your g-spot, but not quite, as your clit was set aflame by her mouth. 

“You’re not even trying,” Lily snarked, coming up for a breather from in between your legs, “You really think you’re gonna get  her to cum from playing with her nipples? I never realized you were that daft Jamsie.”

“If you’d give me a turn,” He began before Lily cut him off.

“Doesn’t look like she wants me to stop does it?” She nodded in your direction where you were writhing on the bed merely from her fingers. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”

“No,” You begged, “Please don’t stop, please! Need your fingers in me, make me feel so good.”

Grinning triumphantly Lily returned her mouth to your pulsing cunt, sucking with a new found vigor that had your back careening off of the mattress, hips bucking towards her mouth.

“Hey,” James scolded, moving his arm to keep your hips firmly on the bed, “Don’t be a desperate slut, take it as she gives you it okay? Be good for us.”

Nodding feebly you willed your hips still but it was nearly impossible as Lily replaced her fingers with her tongue, moving her digits to pinch your clit. Feeling the pleasure bubble up in your stomach you focused on your girlfriend’s ministrations, lapping at your hole with her tongue sent you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Feels so good! Lily, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”

You could feel her smiling into your opening as she sped up her movements, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “Am I allowed to cum?” You asked desperately, the only thing keeping your hips where they were being James’ strong forearm, digging into your hip bones.

“No,” He growled, slapping at your tit bringing you even closer to something you were apparently not allowed to do. 

“Come on James,” Lily said replacing her tongue with her fingers as she moved her head to talk to the dark haired boy, “You can’t just tell her she’s not allowed to cum because it’s not you who’s going to make her cum,” Turning her attention back to you she smiled, “Of course you’re allowed to cum baby, don’t listen to him. Are you close, m’love?”

“Uh huh,” You screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and only intensifying when Lily’s mouth returned to your clit, licking broad stripes up and down it. 

“Baby look at me,” James’ deep voice commanded you, to which you promptly obeyed, “Wanna see you when you fall apart on her tongue, wanna see you cum baby, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

James’ words accompanied by a particularly harsh nip by Lily to your clit has you tipping over the edge, letting out a high pitched scream as pleasure took over your body, drowning you in the feeling of your lovers still working on your body, obviously not satisfied with leaving you with just one orgasm.

As you came to, your orgasm slowly seeped away from your cloudy mind, reentering you into your dorm room where you heard Lily’s melodic voice, “See James, told you I could make her cum first.”

“Didn’t even get a chance,” He grumbled from his place next you, brushing the hairs off of your forehead. “Wanna make you cum poppet, tell Lily to give me a turn.”

“L-lils,” You managed in your post orgasmic haze, “Want Jamsie, want his- want his…”

“Look at how good of a job I did on our baby,” The redhead boasted, “Just one in and already a blubbery little mess. How do you think she’s gonna be fairing when I have her on her fourth?”

“Only shooting for four Lils?” James raised a defined eyebrow, “I was thinking I could get at least five out of her myself.”

Your eyes widened, slightly in alarm, slightly in anticipation. “F-five?”

“Shh kitten, let us talk,” Lily chaisted lightly. “You really do think highly of yourself don’t you Potter?”

“I’ve done it before,” He countered.

“No, we’ve done it before, both of us. Neither of us have ever gotten her to five by ourselves.”

“Don’t think you can do it Flower?” As he rose from the bed and moved towards Lily you caught sight of his cock, already painfully hard, the tip a bright red and leaking with precum.

“S’not me I’m worried about, don’t wanna overwhelm our baby.”

“I can do it,” You piped in feebly, “I can take it, make me feel good please, wanna feel good.”

“See Lily? If she says she can take it, who are we to question her?”

“You sure poppet?” Lily asked you, her eyes on yours.

“Yes Lily, I’m sure.”

That was all James needed to nudge Lily out from between your legs, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them up against your pussy. “You need me to stretch you out darling?” His voice laced with absolute adoration as he took in your perspiring figure from this new angle.

You shook your head but James wasn’t satisfied, “Wanna hear your voice poppet, come on not too fucked out yet are you?”

“No, don’t need you to stretch me out, want your cock.”

He grinned, lining up the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance, “There’s my good girl.”

As he pushed into you you faintly questioned why you didn’t have him stretch you out beforehand, but once he was fully sheathed inside you all you could think about was the way his dick pressed perfectly against your g-spot. 

You moaned out as he began thrusting into you, ruthless in his efforts to make you cum. He moved his hands to hold your hips at an angle where he could better reach deeper inside of you if that was even possible.

“So pretty baby girl,” His grin was wicked as he watched your cunt, reveling in the sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, “You look so pretty on my cock, you gonna make a mess f’me?”

“She’s not gonna cum yet you himbo,” Lily interjected, “You’ve been inside her what? Five seconds? You need her to cum soon? You close?”

Using Lily’s mocking as motivation he pistoned his hips in and out even more viciously, leaving you a bouncing mess on his cock as he pulled his prick almost all the way out, so that only the leaking red head was still inside of you before fully sheathing himself in you once more.

“Fuck!” You cried out as the tip of his member brushed against your cervix, “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” James managed through gritted teeth, throwing your legs over his shoulders so that he wouldn’t have to hold them in his hands any longer, giving him the ability to grip your hips.

So lost in your pleasure you hadn’t registered where Lily was until she sat next to you on the bed, moving her fingers to massage your clit pulling a strangled gasp from your throat.

“L-Lily,” You stuttered out.

“Hey there baby,” She cooed, like she was talking to an actual child, “Jamie making you feel good.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

“You close, kitten? You gonna cum soon?”

A whimper escaped your lips this time as you nodded once more.

“Let me see if I can help with that then, wanna see you cum again pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud as Lily’s fingers started working magic on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

A slap against your clit, combined with the deep, hard thrusts of your boyfriend, reaching depths within you you could’ve only imagined before him sent you careening. Your climax washed over you in waves, each stronger than the last making you twitch and spasm on the bed.

You hadn’t even registered that you’d squirted, not until Lily’s delicate hands were rubbing your release up and down your thighs, “Well would you look at that?” James grinned, “I didn’t see you make her squirt Lils.”

“Oh, you don’t get points for this one pretty boy,” Lily grinned, not making eye contact with him but rather focusing on your pulsing cunt.

“What?” James was incredulous, “What do you mean I don’t get credit for that one, she came on my cock.”

“Yes, technically, but she only came when I started on that pretty little clit of hers, so responsive isn’t it, doll?” She asked, punctuating her remark with a gentle slap against your still throbbing cunt and a quick wink that James was too bewildered to pick up on.

Over the next couple of hours they were able to lull a number of orgasms out of you, James making Lily sit in a chair next to the bed so that she couldn’t touch you at all and take credit for any of his hard work.

You’d cum on her tongue and his, both of their fingers, once at the same time, they split the credit for that one but it was worth it, getting to watch your cunt stretch around both of them. You came on James’ cock more times than you could count, and of course on Lily’s strap on because Godric, did she know how to move her hips.

By the end you’d cum a grand total of nine times. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it but you had. And they were both so proud of you.

The final score was Lily, five. James, four. You’d better believe that James was butt hurt about it, not quite willing to accept his obvious defeat, instead of acknowledging it and conceding to his very talented girlfriend, working on getting you cleaned up.

Once James had left the dorm to run you a bath Lily scooped you into her lap, running her hands up and down your thighs but being careful not to touch your sensitive cunt. 

“You did such a good job for us baby,” She cooed, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of your head, “Came nine times, can you believe that?”

“Is Jamie going to be mad that you made me cum more?” You asked in your degenerative head space not wanting to upset your boyfriend.

“Of course not,” Lily squeezed your hips, soothing your woes. “Especially not at you, he might mope around a little bit because he is a man,” She pulled a light giggle out of your lips with that one, “But he’ll get over it, it's just gonna push him to work harder next time when he’s making you feel good.”

“Flower,” James called from the bathroom, “Bath’s ready.”

“Come on baby,” Lily said, easing you up onto your feet, “Let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned up for us alright?”

“Okay,” You yawned, understandably exhausted by the events of the night, “Will you take the bath with me?”

“Of course my pretty girl, not gonna let Jamie join us though, s’my reward for being the best.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement, “Sounds good Lils.”

As she settled you into the bathtub Lily ordered James out before he could step into it with you.

“But-”

“Out!”

“Fine! Fine, I’m going!”

Lily was the stars and James was the sun, and fuck did they know how to make you feel good.

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Spencer and fem!reader have been together for a decade, married for five. They got married right after the Justin Mills episode, she proposed cause she almost lost him. He proposed to her once he got out and she had no idea he was going to. Anyway I got off on a tangent sorry I have ADHD. But anyway so part of Spencer was scared she’d leave him while he was in prison, which of course she never would. Not only because they have a three year old daughter. She of course doesn’t, and they’re both there to greet him when he’s released eighty-four days later. She’d been using porn to pleasure herself while he was gone, but it wasn’t nearly the same. He’s been so pent up that he jumps her the second they get back to his apartment. Needless to say, she wasn’t expecting him to be even more dominant when he got out of prison than he had started to be when he went in.

so i changed it up a bit, she hasn't had an orgasm since he left. she's so touch starved becasue she cant even hold his hand at visiting hours and they both can't help but fuck the second she tell's him they're bringing him home.

word count: 1.4K

cw: unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, dom!spencer, wall fucking, public sex, creampies, talk of pregnancy, touch starved reader and spencer, canon typical violence, references to PTSD, (I hope I got it all)

She’s anxiously tapping her foot, she’s been awake for 48 hours now, she hasn’t seen her daughter in just as long, and her husband even longer.

84 days to be exact.

She feels like she’s going to explode, she misses him so intensely and if he doesn’t come home now, she might never see him again. His mother is missing, he stabbed himself to stay safe in prison, he might not come home. again.

In the 10 years that she’s been with Spencer, he’s almost died 3 times. she thought that was the extent of her worry for her husband's safety... then he went missing, then he was arrested in Mexico and now he’s in prison fighting for his life.

She has her head in her hands, curled into a ball on the briefing room sofa, trying desperately to get her mind to stop saying he’s dead, they’re going to kill him, you’re too late. Over and over and over, the thoughts are so intense she almost doesn’t hear Emily call in and tell them to go get him.

It’s time to bring him home.

She stands faster than before. Faster than when they found the cemetery. Faster than when he almost coded in the ambulance from the anthrax he was exposed to. The only time it rivals is when the doctors came out and said they stopped the bleeding, 2 weeks before they eloped, 9 weeks into a pregnancy they were trying to hide from the team.

She always finds herself rushing to his side, fearing the worst but never has she been this close to the edge. She’s on the plane with JJ, Luke and Penelope faster than she’s ever moved before. Leg still bouncing as she sits, trying her best to stay awake, but her adrenaline is making her dizzy.

“Y/N,” JJ whispers from across the table, “he’s okay.”

“I know,” she whispers back. “That’s not why I’m nervous.”

“Why are you?”

She turns and sees Penelope and Luke arguing in the back, flirting way too much to eavesdrop, she takes a deep breath.

“I haven’t touched him in 3 months,” she whispers. “You guys may not think he’s a touchy person, but I haven’t slept. I don’t know how to sleep without him beside me. I haven’t had a real hug in forever…” a tear falls down her cheek.

She shakes her head, it’s been so unbelievably hard to be separated from him and she’s kept her composure this long. “I haven’t even been able to touch myself.”

She’s ashamed but JJ doesn’t budge, she simply tilts her head to the side in sympathy, “oh honey, he might be really distant, you have to prepare for him to continue to not touch you, or he might not leave your side and drive your crazy. I’m not sure how he’ll react but I know it’s not going to be easy.”

She nods, releasing a shaky breath and pretending that it’s not making her more anxious, “I know.” She finally breaks, sobbing and hiding her face behind her hands. “I’m sorry.”

JJ gets up and moves around the table, rubbing her hand over her back and shushing her, “you can tell him. You can go in and have a few minutes alone with him, Penelope and I will wait in the hallway.”

“I just want a hug,” she whispers, “I’m not going to fuck my husband in a prison.”

“Bundy did it,” Luke replies from the back of the plane because of course, they were listening in. “Plus, I don’t think he’s going to be comfortable enough to do that yet, I think his mind is on saving his mother.”

“Exactly,” Y/N rationalizes it, even if all she can picture is him bending her over that table that she wasn’t allowed to cross.

Sometimes the prison was so intimidating for her that she felt like she wasn’t even allowed to look at him. It was easier for her to send letters, they corresponded regularly. She knew everything, on a level the team didn’t, she knew just how hurt he was in there and she was already preparing for his recovery.

She has a binder in her purse, it has every resource he’ll ever need. Random information pamphlets for him to read on the way home and his sponsor's number. She got it from the VA, taking a special trip with Luke to ask the men there what they wish they had when they came home from Afghanistan, how they coped with PTSD and what they wish their partners knew beforehand. She’s as prepared as she could be.

But nothing prepares her for the look on his face when she opens the door. The guard steps aside and JJ closes the door as soon as Y/N is safely inside the room with him, she just cries.

“Is my mom okay?” He panic, “who’s watching Elly?”

“Spence,” she walks up to him, “we’re taking you home.”

“What?” His face drops, he turns as white as a ghost like he’s hallucinating and doesn’t believe what he hears.

She simply nods and throws her arms around him, holding him tighter than ever before, he holds her just as tight. She can’t breathe, he’s holding her too tight and then he’s picking her up and sitting her on the table, kissing her neck and down her shirt and she can’t help herself from leaning back and attempting to unbutton his jeans.

He pushes her skirt up and pulls her panties to the side, roughly kissing her as she stokes him a few times before wrapping her legs around him and bringing him inside. His beard is longer than it’s ever been, scratching at her skin as he explores her, she can’t believe they’re actually doing this but it feels too good for her to even say a single word.

“God, I’ve missed your sweet cunt,” he grunts in her ear, picking her up and turning them. He presses her against the brick wall, holding her with a strength he’s never had before, and fucking into her with intent.

“I haven’t cum in 90 days,” she says between pants, wanting him to praise her.

“So that’s why you’re such a desperate slut? I’ve made you into a whore over the last 10 years, haven’t I?”

“Yes sir,” she replies on instinct, they’ve tried having him be more dominating but it never really worked out in their favour… this however, this is more than that.

This is primal.

He bites her shoulder, over her shirt and making the fabric wet, grunting as he fucks her, he’s like an animal. It’s incredibly hot, she’s so deprived she almost cums but she holds off, “please?” She begs, wanting his permission for the first time in months.

“Please what?”

“Please can I cum?” she cries, actually tears fall down her cheeks from the frustration, months of anticipation bursting at the seams, “please, daddy?”

“Ugh,” he lays his forehead on her shoulder and fucks into her harder, rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Cum baby, come on daddy’s cock, you depraved little whore.”

She tosses her head back against the wall, it’s going to hurt later but her orgasm is so intense she barely even feels real. She’s floating there as she grips his shoulders and her legs hold him close to her. He stills as he cums, filling her up, they both sigh at the same time.

Sliding to the floor, she’s still wrapped around him, cock inside her as they hold each other. Faces buried in the other's neck, they try to come down but all they can do is run their hands over each other's bodies, appreciating the fact they’re allowed to hold one another in this stupid room again, no one is going to yell at her for holding his hand or passing him a bracelet from their kid.

They hear a knock on the window and that’s their queue to get presentable again. She feels a little gross, but this is the closest she’s felt to him in forever. Carrying a part of him inside of her was her favourite thing in the world, all she could hope for was another little one to be the glorious result of this terrible situation.

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[whoreshijima]

So me and @m-mortimer did a lil collab :) all we do is thirst at eachother so here enjoy our one braincelled thinking and horniness 🤍

Thank you Izzy for allowing me to post this ilyvm and Your smart brain :))

WC- 2.9k

CW// daddy kink, reader has a vagina, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, slight mention of breeding, FaceTime masturbation, choking, mentions of fem receiving oral, basically no prep fucking

Every time Ushijima goes away, he promises to call you everyday, even if it’s for two minutes before bed or as he’s eating his lunch on the small breaks he gets. You appreciate it so much, the way he thinks about you constantly. But sometimes it gets to be way too much, way too long. He’s been away for three days now, three days too long. Ushijima called you as often as he could, simply missing the sweet tone you’d greet him with, the smile on your face as you answered the call. He loved every part of you, from how you dance whilst making dinner as he watched through the screen. Or how, like right now, you’re trying to hide your whimpers from the microphone and how you’re trying to keep your face straight, keeping the casual chatter about what you’re going to do that day.

It started as a simple FaceTime call from his cheap hotel bed, like any other day he’s away. But the grumbling deep voice on the other end of the phone, mixed with three days without his touch, made you shivery and needy. You didn’t know Ushijima was thinking the same thing. The slight mess of your bed hair and bare skin around your shoulders and chest from the small cami you were wearing made his breath catch in his chest, blood rushing south instantly.

“I dunno I might go grocery s-shoppping” you mumble out, cursing yourself for stumbling over your words as your fingers ghost over your clit, the slickness from your arousal easing your movements between your legs. Ushi can hear the sheets shuffling, the way your legs spread to give you more space to slide your fingers deep inside yourself, the wet sounds not breezing past your boyfriend's ears without notice. “Get us some f-food for when you come home?” You can’t hide the way your breath catches in your throat as you catch the spot deep inside you, the spot that Ushijima knows makes you scream and gush around him. “W-what would you like to eat?”

If Ushijima could answer honestly, he’d want to eat you. Spend hours between your legs as he swirls his warm tongue around and over your clit, strong hands pinning your legs to the bed as he spits and devours your cunt. There’s nothing better than the idea of you cumming over his mouth, writhing and wriggling under his firm grip, as two fingers curl and scissor inside you, knowing that he’s prepped you enough for his cock. Prepped you enough so that the stretch around him doesn’t hurt you as much as it should.

Just the thought of him being between your legs, cunt stretched so beautifully around him as he pushes inside you, your soft, plush thighs wrapped around his waist as he bucks his hips up into your swollen cunt. Imagining the way your warm walls surround him as he pins you to the mattress, a large hand wrapped around your tiny throat, completely at his mercy, has him pushing his hips into the mattress.

“Erm, chicken of some type?” Lower. His voice was definitely lower, almost a snarl as he talks to you, the pressure of his cock against the mattress making his eyes roll to the back of his head briefly.

“S-stir fry?” You turn your head to meet his gaze through the screen, your eyes are glazed over. Your glossy ones meet his lust filled stare, his lips are parted in small gasps and grunts. You know exactly how his other hand is gripping the sheets, knuckles turning whiter and whiter everytime the head of his cock catches against the bumps of the sheets and mattress. Neither of you bothering to hide from eachother, you let out a whine, letting your mouth hang open as you speed your fingers up against your clit.

How you wish you could see his swollen, leaking cock right now. The way it twitches with every grind forward, how the pre cum beads at the head of his cock before dripping down the shaft. But the way his face is scrunched up as he closes his eyes, the few beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and how the hand holding the phone is shaking ever so slightly drives you insane. You can hear the squeak of his hotel mattress everytime he moves against it, the steady sound obvious to anyone near his room. The gentle banging of the headboard against the wall would make anyone think he’s Railing someone hard, but it’s just him, desperately rutting against the bed.

Ushi growls out a “Fuck baby” and that’s all it takes for you to arch your back and cry out for him, fingers rubbing speedily at your swollen clit and leaking pussy. The lewd sounds of your sweet slick dripping out of you mixed with the sweet Mewls you let out, driving ushi over the edge. His hips roll one, two times before he grunts out, body shaking as he cums, spilling all over his boxers and the sheets underneath him. His cock is throbbing over the thought of cumming inside you, marking you as his. Breeding you and filling you up with his cum. He lets out a shaky breath, staring into your eyes as he watches your arm moving fast in the view of the camera.

“Cum for me” he growls, voice low and gruff as he commands you to cum. And you’re not one to disobey him, your fingers move faster as you grind up into your touch. A high whimper leaves your mouth as you reach the point of orgasm, swiftly followed by a loud and needy moan, directing it at your boyfriend. Your body shakes and twitches as you ride it out, a layer of sweat adorning your skin.

“Fuck...” you whisper, finally going limp against the sheets and pillows “I miss you... so much” his gaze has softened as he smiles gently at you. He so desperately wants to reach through the screen to stroke your cheek with his thumb, hooking his fingers under your chin and pull you in for a deep kiss. To feel how your spit mixes together, and how it drips over your chin after he’s fucked you dumb on his cock.

He chuckles deeply, it rumbling through his chest “Oh just you wait till I’m home baby”

He was late. Which was a first, because there was no skirting around anything with him, either five minutes early or exactly on time. Maybe it was the nerves making you work double speed, looking at the clock every other second, turning on your phone and forgetting to actually look at the time and having to turn it on again, revisiting the last message he’d sent you - a blunt text telling you he was just getting a taxi from the airport and that he should be back in about thirty minutes.

Forty minutes ago. The skin around your thumb was raw with how you’d been nibbling at it, but not from nerves, if the dampness of your underwear and the tension in your core was anything to go by. No, you were ridiculously turned on, from what? From everything, from nothing, from him and that goddamn look he gave you two nights ago, paired with a few choice words that sparked lightning up your spine just remembering them.

“Baby.”

In that blunt, dark voice of his, croaky from sleep and strained from moaning your name, lips swollen from how hard he’d been biting it to stop himself grunting and snarling as loud as he usually did. God - that was what you were waiting for, the sounds of him, the smell of him, the taste of him, of his mouth, of his fingers, of his cock.

You shivered, a wave of lust clouding your mind for a split second, daring to slide a hand between your thighs, trembling and tensing already, and all you’d done was think about him. 3 days, 3 fucking days and you were reduced to this quivering mess on the couch at the thought of Ushijima coming through that door and finally - finally giving you what he’d promised during that call.

A muffled vibration and ding sprung you from your thoughts, from your quick spiralling down into a puddle on the floor, ripping your fingers from your underwear to pick up your phone, heart stopping and breath catching at the singular word on the screen.

Here

It was a fucking word and yet, a fresh wave of arousal flushed through your body and you struggled to stand, shaking with adrenaline and panting heavily, the implications of the word taking a toll on your body and if you were in your right mind - you’d probably slapped yourself and remarked on how desperately pathetic you were acting. But it had been 3 days, 3 agonising days of waiting and texting and barely being able to talk to him outside his strict schedule and your shifts at work.

And now? He was here, he was here and you could hear the elevator ding at the end of the corridor and the back of your neck heated, and all you could see was the front door and your hand gripping the handle, and something thumped to the ground and -

He was here. Ushijima - he was stood right there, at arm’s length, neck pillow tucked under one arm and duffle bag slumped at his feet. That must have been the thing that fell to the floor, but you don’t really care because he’s staring at you with the dark, dangerous look on his face and it should have struck playful fear into you but all you could do was whimper,

“Toshi,”

You sounded so much better saying his name in real life, fresh and feeble and sending blood draining from his head so fast, one hand shot out to grab the door frame. Ushijima strained, against everything, knuckles turning white and he probably could have cracked the woodwork, cock unbearably hard and aching within seconds of seeing you. It would have been a lie to say that he hadn’t been half hard the entire time after your call, unable to get the vision of you with your head tossed back and your eyes scrunching in pleasure, cumming deliciously from the frantic movements of your fingers beneath your pyjamas.

“Again,”

You squeak, he’s never sounded like that before, never been so low and so gruff, on the verge of snapping, avoiding your eye because if he could see the wrecked gaze you fixed on him -

“Toshi - please,”

His shirt ripped from the force with which he tore it over his head, one arm getting caught in his desperate attempt to strip and he very nearly tripped when his foot caught in the strap of his duffle bag, dragging it over the threshold before untangling himself,

“Again, say it again baby,”

He’s on you before you know what’s going on, kicking the door shut but neither of you hear it click, too consumed in each other to really worry about the fact his bag is preventing you two from having complete privacy. But you can’t think, you can’t form a single thought apart from,

“Toshi - Toshi more please!” Ushijima’s mouth swallowing your words almost instantly, one of his hands cupping the entirety of the back of your head, tilting you just so and allowing him to lick into you, feasting on your lips and tongue like a man starved and for a second, you realise he probably is. And so are you, god - you’re hungry for everything he has to offer, wrapping your hands around his waist and trying desperately to shove his sweat pants down, hissing when he accidentally bit your lip too hard but he’s dipping to your neck and delivering an even harsher bite -

“Fuck,”

Your legs give out, like they usually do under his rough assaults of your neck but you often have a bed or a couch behind you, nothing cushioning you from the hard wood floors of the hallway except for the fat of your ass and his arms encircling your head and shoulders.

“Here - I’m fucking you here, I can’t wait,” Ushijima follows you down, mouth barely leaving yours, form engulfing yours, hands trapping yours. He spreads you out on the cold floor, snarling when he gets a face of your chest from how violently you arch at the temperature and the painful nips left over the skin of your collar bone.

Ushijima isn’t much of a talker when he’s got you trembling underneath him, but the comments that are spat unfiltered from his mouth do absolutely nothing to curb the bright hot lust making you loose all semblance of control,

“Fuck - you’re soaking, did you wait for me? Did you make yourself cum again after I ended the call? No? I didn’t - I’ve been waiting for two days to do this, to touch you like this, put my hands on your body like this - fuck baby you’re so needy - no, here, look at me,”

You hadn’t even realised you had closed your eyes and thrown your head back, feeling thick fingers digging into your jaw and forcing you to look at him, dark eyes tracing every inch of your face while he dragged the other hand down your torso, short nails catching the loose fabric of your dress. It was a short moment of clarity; him looking at you, you looking at him, eyes softening so something akin to affectionate love before it was overwhelmed with predatory intent, that soft touch of his hand shoving your thighs apart and sinking into your underwear,

“M’not - I can’t wait, I can’t - let me,”

“Yes! Yes! Toshi please!”

You two sound ridiculous, desperate and clawing at each other, your smaller fingers shoving his trousers down over his ass and your entire body jolts when his cock dropped heavily on to your cunt, hot and angry and hard as fucking steel, throbbing against your clit and you clench around nothing, the anticipation too much to contain.

Ushijima is in no better state than you, fumbling with his footing with snaps of his jaw and he’s entirely too rough with the way he pumps himself, grinding against the silk of your cunt in a feeble attempt to try and prep you, to make the breach less painful, less of a stretch but you need that, you do and it’s driving you crazy, and it’s probably driving him crazy too,

“Go - Toshi, please, I can’t - fuck me please!”

The strength that emerges from the man astounds you every time, hoisting your thighs high up his waist and then apparently changing his mind, throwing your ankles over his shoulders and looming over you, sinking into you with once, debilitating thrust of his hips. And the noise that left him, oh god - it was borderline animalistic, debauched and wrecked, and one of the hottest things you think you’ve ever heard.

He’s got his hands either side of your head, clawing against the floor for purchase, immediately starting a brutal pace, the slap of his skin on yours echoing throughout the apartment, drowned out only by the high pitched squeals coming from your mouth and the filthy way he was talking down at you,

“Taking me so well baby, so fucking well - m’so proud of you, didn’t need any prep - fuck! So tight, so goddamn tight f’me -,” he doesn’t soften, not when the sounds of your pussy creaming around his cock grows louder with every sharp snap of his hips, shoving your legs into your chest and forcing harsh shouts from your throat,

“Yes! Daddy - missed you so, so much - harder, please! I’ll be s’good for you, so good just - hah - harder!”

Neither of you realise that every sound your bodies produce, every squelch and click of your cunt, every growl and deep snarl from his chest, every needy squeal and plea from your lips can be heard all the way down the corridor. The front door was still open, propped from where the duffle bag had prevented it from closing, the light from the corridor providing a perfect spotlight for the unsuspecting neighbour who dared venture out to see what all the noises were.

The vision of Ushijima’s back rippling and rolling with his bringing his hand to close around your throat, prompting a garbled hiccup and tears to spring in your eyes, and your little feet dangling uselessly over his shoulders probably should have rendered them silent, shocked and rooted to the spot.

But the quiet gasp was caught by the hulking creature on top of you, quirking his head and making eye contact with them for a split second before simply resuming his quick, paralysing thrusts, harder even than before - drawing a high pitched wail from your throat and there was no mistaking the fluid splashing on the floor, mingling with white and smearing over his balls, slapping against your ass.

A leg struck out, kicking the door shut and locking the duffle outside, looking as sorry for itself and your neighbour, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly glassy, still reflecting the vision of you cumming harshly on Ushijima’s cock, and him simply continuing to fuck you through it, the sounds of you two muffled but no less poignant against the calm stupor of the corridor.

And so what if it carried on, moving through the apartment and quiet possibly earning a complaint from the complex security but neither of you could hear the phone ringing over the bed creaking and slamming against the wall, too consumed in each other, too wound up in the sounds you could pull and the reactions you could bring forward. Damn - if him only being gone for three days turned you both into needy desperate animals, then how the hell would you cope with his next match that required over a week away in a completely different country?

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