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lupinmoonlight · 1 year

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Submission Part 3: Obedience

Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 1 Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules

Summary - Your fantasies to be dominated finally become true. Professor Lupin leaves a mark of ownership on your skin and tests your willingness to submit to him. You also lose your BJ v-card on your knees in his quarters. (4,062 words)

Warnings - smut, teacher/student relationship, heavy D/s undertones, professor/sir kink, rules, mention of pushing limits, mention of safeword, self-degradation, LOTS of "good girl" and "Yes, Sir", oral sex (reader giving), swallowing, mentions of bruises, spanking, being tied up, very light innocence kink if you squint, marking, my grammar.

Notes - This is not proof-read. Almost just pure smut. I had a lot of fun writing this one. This is also my longest piece. Still not sure where I am going with this, I just want it to be kinky. I know how out of character this is for Lupin, but I still try to keep some of his traits in this.

You were staring at your reflection in the mirror, meticulously pulling your hair into a neat bun like he had instructed. Every strand felt significant, every lock a piece of the puzzle you were stepping into or rather, diving into. The collar of your uniform felt tighter than usual, your exposed neck, just for him, sending a chill down your spine. This was real. And there was no going back.

You attended your morning classes in a daze, barely aware of your surroundings, the voices of your professors sounding distant and muffled. You tired to focus, but your mind was elsewhere, the memory of you standing between his legs as he gave you commands taking up all the space in your head.

When it was finally time for your DADA class, your heart pounded in your chest. You suddenly regretted having all those fantasies and acting on them. You were dumb. A dumb, horny teenager desperate to be dominated by her professor. Desperate to give in, to submit, to be used. You took your usual seat, consciously trying to keep your breathing steady. You were filled with a weird mix of nervousness and excitement as Professor Lupin entered the classroom, his gaze momentarily meeting yours before he began the lesson.

As the class progressed, you noticed his gaze lingering on you more often than usual. Every time he looked at you, his eyes would drop to your neck, observing the exposed skin there. The heat that spread through your body was both exhilarating and terrifying, like you were going to combust, leaving you feeling breathless and flustered.

His voice, usually so soothing and calming, felt different today. Every word he spoke seemed to be laced with an undercurrent of something more, something only the two of you were privy to. Each time he said your name, it felt like a secret shared, a promise made. However, he gave no indication of any change in your relationship, but those lingering glances, the slight change in his tone when addressing you, were enough to make you want to kneel right then and there. Pathetic.

Dinner felt like a strange dream, the food tasteless in your mouth as your mind raced with possibilities of what the event might hold. Would he bend you over and fuck you senseless? Would he slowly tease you and make you beg for his touch? Was he even going to touch you? You didn't even care at that point. You would take anything he gave you. You wanted him, needed him.

You finally left the Great Hall, your heart pounding in your chest, barely able to breathe, and made your way to Professor Lupin's quarters. The hallways, usually so familiar and comforting, felt alien tonight. You cursed yourself for being so nervous. You had willingly put yourself in this situation, yet at that moment, it was like you wanted to run away from it, the anxiety consuming you entirely.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself before knocking softly. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing him standing there, his expression calm and composed.

"Come in," he said simply, stepping aside to let you enter. As you crossed the threshold, you felt like you were going to combust. His quarters were warm and inviting, a reflection of the man consuming your thoughts. A roaring fire cast flickering shadows across the room, bathing everything in a soft, golden light. It smelled of tea, fresh parchment, and something uniquely him. You were dizzy, nauseous, aroused, absolutely intoxicated.

"Sit," he gestured towards a chair near the fireplace. You did as you were told, your hands nervously clutching at the edge of your skirt. He took a seat opposite you, his gaze steady and serious.

"Before we continue," he began, his voice firm yet gentle, "we need to discuss the possible consequences and punishments if you fail to follow my instructions. It's important that you understand what is expected of you, and that you agree to these terms."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing. "Are you ready to hear them?"

You swallowed hard and forced yourself to maintain eye contact with him. "Yes," you finally let out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He arched an eyebrow, a clear sign that you'd made a mistake. "Yes, what?" he corrected, his tone stern.

You blinked, realizing your error. "Yes, Sir," you corrected yourself, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Good. Firstly, if you fail to maintain eye contact or address me properly during our sessions, you will lose privileges. This could mean that our sessions are shortened or certain activities are taken off the table."

You nodded, feeling the heat pool between your legs. The simple act of him giving you a mundane instruction was enough to make your breath hitch in your throat, and you hated yourself for it. He was your weakness and you could not deny it.

"Secondly," he continued, "if you fail to follow my instructions, either inside or outside our sessions, you will be given a chance to explain yourself. However, if I find your explanation unsatisfactory or if it happens repeatedly, you may be subjected to physical punishments. These may include, but are not limited to, spankings, or standing in the corner for a predetermined amount of time. Do you understand?"

You felt your heart race at the thought of such punishments. Were they even punishments for you? You were ready to beg to be spanked by him, to be manhandled, humiliated, but you managed to reply, "Yes, Sir."

"Very good," he continued, satisfied. "Lastly, I must remind you that if you ever feel uncomfortable, unsafe, or overwhelmed, you must tell me immediately. Failing to do so will be considered a breach of our agreement and may lead to the termination of our arrangement. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," you said, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension. You went into this thinking you wouldn't have any limits, but how far would he be pushing you? And how much were you able to let go entirely?

He nodded, satisfied with your response, and leaned back in his chair, studying you with a focused gaze. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and it was oddly thrilling.

"Are you ready to proceed to the next part of our session?" he asked, his voice steady and calm.

"Yes, Sir," you replied again, feeling as if you were going to pass out.

"Good," he said, nodding in approval. "Stand up."

You quickly rose to your feet, your legs slightly shaky beneath you. His gaze never left you, taking in your every move, every reaction. It was dark, intense, almost predatory. A stark contrast to the kind and soft professor you were used to see in the classroom.

He stood up from his chair, moving to stand in front of you. "Kneel," he commanded. You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing, but eventually obeyed. Sinking to your knees on the plush rug in front of him.

He looked down at you, his gaze softening. "I can see you're nervous," he said, his voice gentle. "It's okay. I want you to relax and let me take over completely. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes Sir," you managed to whisper, your gaze flickering up to meet his.

He watched you, his gaze steady and patient. "Good girl," he praised, the words sending a jolt of electricity between your legs. You felt a rush of warmth at his words, a sense of pride that made you eager to please him further.

"Now," he said, his voice taking a more serious tone, "I want you to take off your shirt. Slowly."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as you were told, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and sliding off your shoulders, leaving yourself exposed to him, your eyes locked with his.

He walked around you, his gaze taking in your bare upper body, burning into your skin, the anticipation making you shiver. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was something exhilarating about it, too. You were baring yourself to him, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

"Stay still," he instructed, his voice low and soft. You felt the tip of his wand touch your back, and you braced yourself for what was to come.

With slow, deliberate movements, he traced a pattern on your skin. It felt like a soft burn, not painful but intense. You bit your lip to keep from making a sound, your body tense.

The mark he left was intricate and beautiful. It resembled the moon in its various phases, starting from a full moon at the top of your spine, gradually waning to a crescent at the small of your back, only to wax back into a full moon. The lines were smooth and seamless, glowing faintly against your skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured, tracing the mark with his fingers. His touch was feather-light, but it was enough to make you shiver. "You've done well, taking the marking so bravely. Good girl."

Another rush of warmth spread through your chest at his words, at the pride in his voice. Your heart was racing, your skin tingling under his touch, but you felt more alive than you had in a long time.

"Remember," he said, his voice serious, "this mark is a symbol of our bond, of the trust between us. It's a reminder of the rules, the consequences, and the promise we've made to each other."

"Yes, Sir," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you, his eyes searching your face. "Now, it's important for you to be able to express your desires openly and honestly," he said, his voice firm. "I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Use your words, and keep your eyes on me."

You felt your cheeks burn, your heart race. It was one thing to think about your fantasies, to imagine them in the privacy of your own mind, but to say them out loud, to admit them to him…was terrifying.

You tried to look at him, to meet his gaze, but your eyes kept darting away, unable to hold his steady stare. "Eyes on me," he reminded you, and you forced yourself to look back at him.

It took a few moments to find your voice, to gather the courage to say the words out loud. "I… I want you to… to take control, to… to make me submit to you."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Go on," he urged, his voice soft but insistent.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to continue. "I want you to… to touch me, Sir. To push me to my limits, to make me… beg for your touch. To spank me until I can't speak anymore."

He leaned in slightly, his eyes locked with yours. "What else?" he asked.

You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I want you to… to tie me up, Sir. To bind me, to keep me helpless under your control."

He took a moment, studying your face, your eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation, fear, or uncertainty. Finding none, he nodded, his expression serious yet gentle.

"Stand up," he instructed firmly. "I want you to trust me. Let me guide you."

You stood, your legs a little shaky but your resolve strong.

"Good," he murmured, a note of approval in his voice. "Now, I want you to put your hands behind your back."

As you did as he instructed, he conjured a piece of silk rope, long and soft. Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached you, the rope in his hands.

He saw the look in your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Sir," you managed to whisper, your throat dry.

"Good," he said softly, before he started to tie your hands behind your back. His touch was gentle, the knots firm but not too tight, allowing enough room for your skin to breathe.

"Now, let's see about that spanking you asked for," he said as he sat back in his chair, guiding you over his lap, your hands still bound behind your back. His touch was firm yet gentle, making sure you were comfortable. He lifted up your skirt, making it pool around your waist, and slowly pulled down your panties, revealing your bare skin.

The first smack landed on your backside without warning, a sting that made you gasp. It wasn't painful, just surprising.

"Good girl," he praised. "You're doing well."

He continued, each smack making your body jolt, your skin tingle. You could feel the heat spreading between your legs. You were wet, the mix of pain and pleasure that was so intense, so arousing. You bit your lip and breathed deeply. It was all you could do to keep yourself from squirming. You could feel a bulge insistently pressing against your lower abdomen, a sign you were not the only one finding this arousing.

He would pause every now and then, his hand gently rubbing your ass, soothing the sting. His touch was comforting, grounding, a reminder that he was there, that he was in control, but that he was also taking care of you.

When he finally stopped, you were panting, your skin hot, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Good girl," he murmured, helping you sit in his lap. His eyes were soft, his voice full of praise. He placed his hands on your bare thighs, his hard length now pressing against your abused ass through his trousers.

He untied your hands, his touch gentle as he rubbed your wrists, soothing the slight sting from the ropes. He scanned your body for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, he stood from his chair, guiding you up to your feet. "On your knees," he ordered in a calm, steady voice.

You did as you were told, slowly sinking to the floor until your knees hit the soft rug beneath you, your eyes perfectly levelled with the evident arousal straining against the fabric of his trousers. Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached you, his steps slow and measured. His hand found its way into your hair, threading through the strands and closing into a firm grip. He tugged lightly, tilting your head upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious, dark with desire.

Your cheeks heated up as he tightened his grip on your hair, pulling your head closer to him, a silent command that made your heart race.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as a knot of anxiety formed in your stomach. "Sir… I… I've never…" you started, your voice shaky.

He paused at your confession, his gaze softening. "It's alright," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I will guide you. But I will not ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Are you willing to proceed?"

"Yes, Sir," you replied, the knot in your stomach loosening slightly at his words.

His free hand reached down, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down just enough to free his hard length. He glanced down at you, his eyes locking with yours. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

You nodded, whispering, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he murmured. He positioned you properly, your hands resting on his thighs as he guided you forward. "I want you to start by kissing and licking the length of me, getting a feel for it."

Tentatively, you followed his instructions, placing soft, hesitant kisses along his length before using your tongue to explore his contours. He continued to hold your hair, guiding your movements as needed.

"Good girl," he praised again. "Now, take the head into your mouth, and slowly work your way down."

You did as he instructed, the intimacy of the act causing your heart to race. He guided your head with gentle pressure, his fingers still tangled in your hair. "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," he advised, his voice never faltering.

As you continued, you found yourself getting lost in the sensation of him filling your mouth. You tried to be careful, to keep your teeth out of the way, to pleasure him. He was big, making your jaw hurt in a delightful way.

After giving you time to adjust to the new sensation, he took more control over the movements, his hand in your hair holding you in place as he slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth. "Keep your eyes on me," he commanded when you momentarily looked away, and you quickly refocused your gaze on his. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing well. Just breathe."

You tried your best to follow his advice, to relax and just breathe, but you couldn't help but tense up as he pushed further, the unfamiliar sensation making you choke slightly. He paused immediately, pulling back a bit and giving you time to adjust.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, Sir," you managed to say, your voice muffled around his cock stuffing your mouth.

He began to move again, his eyes never leaving yours as he thrusted slowly and deliberately, hitting the back of your throat every time, making you gag.

"Relax your throat for me," he instructed, ensuring that you pleasured him as he desired. "That's it…just like that," he commanded, his voice low and gruff, thick with desire.

His breath hitched as you took him deeper, causing him to let out a low growl of approval. The sight of you on your knees, teary eyed, with your swollen lips stretched around him drove him closer to the edge. He could feel his release building, the familiar coil in his lower abdomen tightening with every passing second. But he didn't want this to end, not just yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to draw out this sweet torture for as long as he could.

"Good girl…you're doing so well," he praised, his voice barely above a whisper. The praise made you feel warm, a sense of accomplishment washing over you.

You focused on your breathing, on his voice, on the sensation of him in your mouth. The taste of him on your tongue, his hand tightly gripping your hair, the sound of his growl every time he hit the back of your throat…it was intoxicating, it was enough to make you come right then and there. But this was not about you, it was about his pleasure, about him dominating you in the most intimate way. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the thought, your hands gripping his thighs in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Keep your eyes on me," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "Don't look away." And as you complied, your gaze locking with his, he felt a sense of possessiveness wash over him.

His thrusts became more urgent and forceful, and you struggled to keep up, your jaw growing tired and your eyes watering. But you were determined not to disappoint him, so you pushed through the discomfort.

His grip on your hair tightened, his breaths becoming ragged. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

His words sent a jolt of anticipation through you, your heart pounding in your chest. He was trusting you with this, with his pleasure, his release.

He looked down at you, his gaze intense. "Swallow for me," he commanded, his voice low and hoarse.

The command was a shock and made your heart pound in your chest, a flush creeping up your cheeks. But you nodded, ready to obey, ready to please him.

In one final deep thrust, he groaned, his release washing over him as he spilled himself in your mouth. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

You could feel his cock pulse on your tongue, the warm salty liquid filling your mouth. You struggled, the sensation and taste overwhelming. But his grip on your hair remained firm, holding you there as he watched you swallow down his seed, some of it dribbling down your chin.

When he finally pulled away, there was a moment of silence, a pause filled with heavy breaths and the pounding of your heart. He looked down at you with a gentle but intense gaze, his thumb wiping away the salty remnants of his release. He brought it up to your lips, and without hesitation, you opened your mouth to suck it clean, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. The sight was sinful enough to make his cock twitch once more.

After a moment, he helped you to your feet. His touch was soft, caring as he helped you put your shirt back on. The fabric was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat still emanating from the mark he had left on your back.

He stepped back, studying you for a moment. Then, he reached out, his hand coming up to cup your chin. "I have a new rule for you," he said, his voice low and serious.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You are not to touch yourself without my explicit permission," he stated, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you understand?"

You nodded, a rush of excitement coursing through you, although you couldn't deny the disappointment. You weren't sure how you would be able to hold out once you were on your own with your filthy mind, replaying tonight's encounter. "Yes, Sir."

"Good," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Then, he moved to your neck, his lips pressing against the soft skin. You could feel the pressure build, a sharp sting as he sucked a deep red mark onto your skin. The sensation was both pleasurable and painful, a reminder of your submission to him.

His voice was a whisper against your skin as he spoke next. "Tomorrow," he began, pulling away to look at you, "I want you to wear no panties for our next session."

You swallowed hard, nodding in understanding. "Yes, Sir."

He smiled at you, his expression soft. "Now, off you go. I expect you to complete your homework and go to bed early. Rest up; you'll need your energy for our next session."

You looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of excitement, anticipation, and gratitude. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

With a final, lingering touch to your cheek, he sent you on your way, his gaze following you as you left his quarters. The night air was cool against your heated skin as you made your way back to your dormitory, your mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired, and what was to come.

As you lay in bed that night, the red mark on your neck throbbing gently, your skin tingling with an afterglow that made your knees weak. You couldn't shake off the memory of his touch, his voice, his gaze - it was all too much, too overwhelming, and you were desperate to touch yourself.

Every nerve in your body was screaming for his touch, his command. You wanted to feel his hand threading through your hair again, his fingers gripping firmly. You wanted to hear his low, firm voice, instructing you, guiding you, praising you. You craved the sense of surrender, the thrill of obedience, the intoxicating rush of relinquishing control.

Another part of you hated feeling so submissive, so weak, so desperate. You hated the fact that you needed him, that you wanted him. It was confusing, conflicting. And yet, there was something about him – something that drew you in, something that made you want to submit, to surrender. His gentle yet firm demeanor, his patient understanding, his stern but caring guidance – it all made you feel seen, heard, valued.

Your fingers traced the red mark on your neck - a constant reminder of your submission, of your surrender. Your throat was sore from being used. Your scalp was sensitive from having your hair pulled. You could still feel his hand on your backside. He was everywhere. On your skin, in your mouth, in your stomach. And it was perfect. And you wanted more, needed more, craved more.

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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I think you know enough hq characters at this point so, who do you think in haikyuu would fuck their step-sis and why is it tsukishima (also ushijima but hes more lowkey)?? - 💔

🥲 if u were to crack my silly little head open and take a look inside. this would be the only thing u see. just pure hell pure chaos nothin else. NONNIE.. do u really want me dead :(

cw stepcest, dubcon, timeskip tsukki n ushi

sob sniffle sister fucker tsukishima. i am literally going to lose my mind thinking about him. he’s so mean, shrugs all your tears and whining off whenever the sibling banter pushes a few too many buttons. it’s just how he is and you’ve grown used to it — his snarky comments and how he could spark all sorts of deepest insecurities w just a few teasing, light hearted comments. but kei nii doesn’t rly mean that, and you know it. it’s just how he is, with the kindest heart buried somewhere deep under the cocky demeanor — that’s what you think, until you come home from uni for holiday break and go out one night.

you take a few shots too many, those airhead friends of yours that kei never really liked busying themselves w some random guys, and you end up calling him to pick you up. there’s some creep at the club that just doesn’t let up, you’re a little scared, and your phone is almost dead. he’s the only person you really know that’d actually pick up at this late hour and come get you — he’s your brother after all. and yet, you regret ever calling him in the first place as soon as you get in the car, listen to him calling you even dumber than he’d thought of you, jaw slack and eyes firm yet tired behind his glasses as he drives. you hold back tears on the way home, and for the very first time in your life, you feel like kei nii might actually hate you :( and that he meant every single jab he’s gave you throughout all these years. he tugs you inside the house, unaware of your silence, and grumbles something about u being lucky that mums not home to see you this fucked up. you sit at the edge of your bed, shaky fingers struggling to undo the straps of your heels, and kei lets out an exasperated sigh as he crouches down in front of you. he slaps your hands away, works on unclasping the straps and tells you you’re hopeless. you’re just so annoying with how reckless you’re being, he’s got practice tomorrow morning and yet its 3 am and he has to deal with you — careless as always. he sets your shoes aside and is about to get up and leave when he hears the choked little sound. a tear or two falls on his hand and he looks up — breath hitching in his throat upon his step sister crying. he’s seen it so many times before, being the very cause for your tears more often than not, and yet this time, he’s confused. you wipe at your eyes, a poor attempt to hide the heartbreak, and swallow back little muffled cries. you tell him you’re sorry, that you never wanted him to hate you. you’re sorry that you’re annoying, sorry that you’re being a bother as always. kei watches in sheer astonishment as your bottom lip wobbles, still glimmering with your gloss. just don’t hate me, nii chan. he almost feels bad, for the first time in forever, as you sit there in your tiny black dress, with those pretty long falsies on, and cry your heart out — for him. its the exhaustion, he thinks, it has to be as he reaches a hand up and rests it on the back of your neck. he calls you silly, wipes a thumb below your eyes and furrows his brows a bit — he could never hate you, why’d you even think that? you really are a dumb thing. he’s just tired and not thinking straight, kei’s sure, as he leans up to press his lips to yours and taste you. your tongue is heavy with intoxication and shock, and he makes out the faint vanilla of your lip gloss and remnants of liquor as he kisses you, languid and sloppy, something to slow down the haywire in your mind. he could never hate you, he repeats, easing you down on the bed and hiking your dress over your hips — groaning when you give him the prettiest wide eyes, glossy with tears still but oh, so hopeful. kei nii is a good brother, despite his sharp tongue and teasing nature — and makes sure you never, ever doubt his love for you again :(

ushijima though,, he’s a whole another story you’re so right. i’m p sure he doesn’t even give you any remotely dirty thought — anything that would be immoral considering your relation. you’re his little step sister, and there’s nothing more to it. sure, he’s never been too close with you — always solely focused on his career — but he does appreciate you. you’re nice, sweet and caring with the way you always pick him up from the airport or fly over to some of his games. (you always cheer for him the loudest, and grin wide as you tell the couple sittin next to you that the ushiwaka is your older brother.) you always welcome him with the warmest hug, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh as he squeezes you — welcome back, nii chan, i missed you lots. he’s no fool and sees how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, too. he’s aware of all the looks you get when you two walk down the street and how it’s hard to keep count of all the boyfriends you’ve mentioned before. for some reason, none of them lasted, though, and yet you’d always brush it off and give him a small smile when he asked if you were okay. wakatoshi doesn’t know a lot about girls in the first place, but you’re a whole another enigma. like i said, i think he wouldn’t even dare think of you in any other way than purely platonic — and so, you render his entire giant frame putty when you first crawl into his lap with that pretty little glint in your eyes. barely a minute earlier you were just scrolling down your phone, w your legs in his lap as he goes through his calendar — next thing he knows, his little step sister is grinding down on him, breath minty on his lips as you moan. large palms rest on your hips and it takes all your willpower to stand your ground, considering he wouldn’t even have to put any work into pushing you off. he fixes you a confused look, eyebrows knit together and voice low when he asks what are you doing, why are you— you cup his handsome face in your hands, a manicured thumb pressing to his lips and it shuts him up ridiculously quick n effectively. s’alright, nii chan, it’s nothin’. you need him bad, you tell him, and prove your point by the sinful roll of your hips against his hardening cock. you see he wishes he could deny you, that he could tell you that it’s wrong and fucked up and that you can’t be doing this — cause you’re siblings, blood bound or not — but his silence gives him away. always so blunt and straightforward, your nii san now sits completely quiet, and you know that the cogs in his mind must be struggling, but if he had any second thoughts abt all of this — he would’ve already told you. but he doesn’t tell you anything, doesn’t speak at all before he exhales and pulls you flush against him, lips finding yours with way too much ease. toshi nii doesn’t have to speak at all — his actions do it for him, as he has you all spread out n making the prettiest noises for hours on end that day </3

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: 💔 anon #nghhhh THIS HAS ME SLOWLY GOIN INSANE SHSJJSXHXJSI #kei especially </3 he’s got me all choked up i love love looooove him he’s so mean #ushi bein all ffed up in this head of his he’s so cute. i wanna bite him #but in all honestly some of the others i’d think would ABSOLUTELY dick down their stepsis are #kags.. 10000% you cant tell me otherwise #AND last but def not least the one and only oikawa tooru. NGHHHHDHDHDH #everyone always bein head over heels for him but they don’t know he only has eyes for his lil sis </3 najdhakshsksksjsj STOOOOP #he’s so deranged . this clicked in my mind sooooooo quick u get me ??? she’s always there to give him all the praise he needs #there’s no one else that matters for her. only tooru nii #always </3 and he goes completely n utterly dumb on the ego trip #thx for comin to my ted talk. if anyone wants to elaborate feel free #now brb gonna go sob abt this #haikyuu smut #hq smut #tsukishima smut #ushijima smut #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #★ ‧ ₊ after hours

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jaimeshonorhardon · 7 months

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ned/jaime fic concept

modern au jaime post figuring out his trauma works at an animal shelter for dogs

Single dad Ned finds a bunch of “puppies” by the road and is like idk what kind these are and takes them to get checked and vetted up before taking them home and he goes to jaimes shelter and like he doesn’t expect him there and Jaime leaves him with a bad taste in his mouth but like his kids will love these puppies and is like hey can u tell me what these are and give them their shots so I can go and jaimes just like u dumb sexy idiot I have bad history with these are WOLVES how did you find theses?????? U were gonna give them to children ?????? Jaime instantly needing to have sex with this fucking idiot. Post cersei he hasn’t been with anyone in years due to insecurities/major blows to his confidence (cersei trauma and no hand trauma) and the lack of practice in genuine flirting besides a little thing he had with his bestie (brienne) but they were both going thru some shit and are just family now but he literally hasn’t been interested in anyone either (demisexual jaime rights) so he literally is just stumbling and blushing and then just blatantly flirting but ned thinks that’s just how he’s always been but maybe a little more nervous than usual so doesn’t really get it

But also later for jaime truly falling for him it’s because ned is just such a good dad (obviously ruggedly hot but that’s besides the point) with a heart of gold like he’s a single dad of fucking 6 plus Theon so 7 and is super busy with his company but makes time for all of those fucking kids and all of their activities and for ned—ned is just like wow Jaime is really good with these dogs they really like him animals know best plus he’s very very good at his job just something about an efficient man that animals like he seems changed and a good person now plus he’s gorgeous and my kids don’t mind him I’ll let myself love him :)

but Jaime at first is just purely horny for ned (that’s just what he tells himself) and then eventually is like oh no…..I am in love with this old caring father while said father at first had no idea what was going on but after they fuck he immediately and silently in his head decides he’s romantically seeing where things go and falls in love gradually and naturally compared to jaimes bomb of a realization one day as he has no practice in this besides having always been “in love” (imagine post trauma Jaime also air quoting) with cersei and ned was fully married and in love before

FUCK and of course Jaime has to go over periodically to check on the wolves growth and behavior cuz like that’s what ALL vets do right …right??!!?? He tells himself yes of course 😅 I’m not being too secretly crazy in love I’m just being helpful! He won’t catch on! Ned goes from oblivous to begrudgingly accepting into making it apart of his life and something to look forward to with Jaime in their initial stages of romance while jaime is just internally screaming that he hopes ned doesn’t catch onto his feelings and how much he needs ned in his life and cares and if he rejects him cuz cersei never gave a single shit about any of his true feelings and he cannot handle losing the best man he’s ever met even as a kind of friend he’s fucking and helping taking care of his wolves and kids (jaime is their second dad at this point he’s the only one who doesn’t know)

He also thinks ned doesn’t know what to do with all these dogs anyway he’s a busy man with 7 kids he needs help these poor wolves probably aren’t getting proper care and the children need rides to school which is on his way to work (jaime is the one not getting proper care and ned can tell the man is low key struggling on his own why not just add another one into the pack more the merrier)

And of course ned has a huge property and one of the pups gets lost late at night and he calls Jaime to help and they get snowed in at some cabin at the end of the property where the little pup took shelter (probs ghost bc he’s harder to find and quiet so it would take until nightfall) and ya know ~things~ happen between the two men

I need those two mfs to be locked in a cabin so bad idk …

#ned stark/jaime lannister #jaime lannister #ned stark #ned stark x jaime lannister #asoiaf #I was texting my friend gabi and it all just came out over text so I’m posting here cuz I need to relive this idea in my head once a week #always adding to this

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kocherry · 1 year

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A Gift to the Beetle Gladiator

Arataki Itto x Reader

Hehe I just really love Itto sm and I've always wanted to write a fic about him so do enjoy this 1.2k short fic! It's just pure fluffiness to my babygirl Itto ♡

The Onis were a race that Inazumans once feared and they still do. More often now it's more of a prejudice against them. A perfect example of such situation is a young oni known as Arataki Itto.

A good for nothing deliquent... but to you he's more than that.

People often don't see beyond his usual loudness and idiocy. Itto is actually a good person at heart, he lives life the way he wants and there's nothing wrong with it. Maybe except for the times he makes children cry but that's on them... right?

"Dear Almighty Shogun I have it bad for him..."

Groaning into a pillow you turn your head to the side. Everything about Itto is just really endearing. He's like that annoying little shit that comes and go but he grows on anyone. You even defended that idiot from children who quarreled with him.

And you even promised to go with him in Onikabuto hunting and treat him to dinner tonight. So you rose from your futon and grabbed your gift for him.

You held the purple colored stuffed toy on your hands. It is quite large and had white mark designs on it. A really good replication of an Onikabuto but it's just soft and big.

Choosing this as a gift for Itto started because you thought that the Onikabuto and Itto have a lot of similarities. Well, aside from just being there doing nothing all day. They may look scary or even revolting but if you get to know them they're quite adorable.

Brushing those thoughts aside you place the stuffed toy into a box. You hurriedly changed into your usual yukata and went to the meeting spot. It was just an area outside of the city where the view of Amakane Island is just up ahead.

A small smile is brought up to your face as you see a familiar tall figure with silver hair with red highlights. Itto wasn't looking at your direction which made you grin evilly. This was a perfect time to sneak behind his back.

You were tiptoeing while holding your gift protectively but as you drew closer you could hear Itto's mutterings. And what you heard made your heart ache.

"Okay it's not that bad you always hear them telling you're a bad influence, a scary oni, or even a criminal!" Itto exaspertedly threw his hands on the air venting out his frustrations.

You stopped walking as Itto place a hand below his chin. His eyes looks like he was about to cry. "(Y/N) would never hate me like what that guy said... yeah they'll be here and come with me again to an onikabuto hunting!" He could recall how one parent is angry at him for making their child cry earlier.

That said parent made a back handed comment about you being too good for someone like him. Which made Itto place both hand on the sides of his head as he try to fight off what the guy had said.

"Or maybe... they finds that boring? Agh! I'm sure she doesn't mind! Even if people doesn't like me and the onis in general (Y/N) said that I'm their friend. If they do hate me they would tell me... (Y/N) would never lie to me."

This side of Itto, full of self-doubt and anguish is something you didn't expect to see. He usually is so bright, positive, and hyper all the time. Seeing Itto depricating himself is a rare occurance. It shattered your image over him... and yet his vulnerability made you admire him more.

Itto kept this negativity to himself all because he doesn't want to be seen as weak. If he did succumb to the prejudice and petty words then he would surely lose sight of his goals. The goal of living a fun life and letting people see that Onis aren't monsters.

"Itto I'm here!"

"(Y-Y/N)! Were you there this whole time?!" He stuttered at your sudden appearance and he looked afraid.

You purse your lip and restrained yourself from looking at him sadly. "Huh? No no I just got here, sorry I'm late... I really am excited to hangout with you." You played dumb but you were honest about being excited to see him.

"Don't worry there is a perfect reason why I'm a few minutes late... it's because of this!"

You were going to give the gift to him after dinner so you can run away in embarassment after you confess. But Itto needs to be reassured that you don't hate him. His feelings mattered more than your grand plan of confessing.

The box is huge and Itto's eyes lit up as he grabs your gift and takes it. "A gift for me?! The One and Oni Arataki Itto gets a gift from you, (Y/N)?!" He excitedly bounce as he points a finger at himself. You just nodded happily which made Itto tear the box apart as he brings out a stuffed Onikabuto toy that is the size of Ushi.

His silent reaction made you nervous as you rub your hands together. "Uhm do you like it? I made you a really big onikabuto plushie since you are after all... dun dun dun! The Greatest and Most Powerful Beetle Gladiator of all time!" Your voice is a bit shakey but you manage to tell Itto about why you had chosen to make a stuffed toy.

Itto then suddenly tackles you into a hug, the onikabuto plushie is the one that separated his bare chest from ever hitting your face. "Like it?! I absolutely love it (Y/N)! Hehehe!" He pulls away from.the hug holdimg the plushie in one hand while he brushes his nose with his finger.

"I know you recognize my truest strength! I'm just that great aren't I?!" He is spectacularly happy right now which made you also feel the same. "But really... thank you so much this means a lot I was a little sad earlier becausw of... stuffs!" For a second his expression is saddened. "Ah but don't worry I cheered up now all because of you!"

He leans down to your height and pats your head. You were a blushing mess at this point as his touch is gentle. And in return you brush his soft silver hair painted in red highlights away from his cheek and kiss his forehead gently.

"You're welcome and I would always make you happy because I like you very much Itto." You confess with a smile not able to really hold back.

Itto's eyes widen and then he lets out a laugh, "Awww I like you too (Y/N)~!" He ruffles your head again. "You're now my favorite person in aaaaaaall of Inazuma~! But don't tell the gang that I don't want to be accused of favoritism."

You want to feel dejected because he didn't seem to get the idea that you were confessing to him. But oh well! That really doesn't matter for now.

Maybe someday you would confess your crush to Itto properly. For now you enjoyed how he smiles at you softly while hugging the Onikabuto plushie you gave him. Your feelings just grew because you learned something new.

Itto is quite an energetic and positive fella but that doesn't mean he would be immuned to the prejudice against him. And you were for sure not going to let Itto doubt himself ever again. And seeing Itto hold your gift dearly while giggling... you were definitely going to protect that smile.

#arataki itto #itto #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fluff and comfort #itto being a himbo and reader loving everything about him #gender neutral reader #itto x gn reader

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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Ao3 Fic

The results were in and chaos was about to erupt.

Minato couldn’t wait. He had started to kiss the pure chaos of his adorable genin team, and this was the eprfect opportunity to get some of that feeling back.

At least Obito would play along, and he was guaranteed to be upset with these results.

“So,” holding a piece of paper out in front of himself, he made a show of reading it over once more. “Who wants their results first?”

“You may as well skip to the best part,” Obito answered with a shrug of his shouldets. “Let people get over the disappointment of knowing they weren’t chosen.”

“Right,” Madara huffed. “As if they would choose you.”

Obito threw a hand over his heart and gasped. “I’m a hero!”

“You’re a menace,” Kushina corrected him with a swift punch to the back of the head. “Now sit down. If they voted to bring you back i’ll be paying them a visit myself.”

Doing as he was told, Obito claimed him seat beside Rin and slouched back with a groan.

“Now, for the results,” Waving the paper once more, Minato smirked when everyone sat up a little straighter. “Itachi-“

“Please, no,” the Uchiha grumbled as he slunk behind Shisui. “Haven’t I done enough?”

“Well, in that case good news. They did not vote for you. Well, a few of them did, but you didn’t win.”

Sighing in relief, he leaned against Shisui a bit more while Izumi poked his side playfully and giggled when he responded by flicking her nose.

“Well, Kushina did better than me,” he continued, his words immediately earning him a blinding, triumphant grin from his wife. “Everyone wants you back.”

“They know awesomeness when they see it,” she beamed. “It would let me have some time with Naruto, and I could see those adorable grabdkids of mine!”

Seeing his wives excitement rising, Minato quickly held up a hand to stop her. “Don’t go thinking about it too much,” he warned. “You’re still only in fourth place.”

“Fourth!?” Her hair began to rise in a familiar form. Once that had every single person around her moving back for their own safety. “Who would they vote for ahead of me?”

“Well, Itachi for one.”

“No,” Itachi grumbled. “Not Itachi. Why can’t they leave me alone?”

“He already said you didn’t win,” Izumi snickered. “Your stuck with us Mr. no escaping now.”

For the first time since they had all gathered, Minato could see a smile making its way onto Itachi’s face. A small, fond smile that he directed at Izumi.

“Right,” he nodded. “I’m stuck. With you and Shisui. Right where I belong.” As he spoke, Shisui reached back and hently patted the top of his head.

“Oh, and in second place is… well…” he wasn’t quite sure how to explain this one.

“Just spit it out,” Obito huffed. “My dreams of being a hero have already been dashed today.”

“Well,” he took one last look at the paper to confirm he’d read it correctly and sighed. “In second place we have Yamato’s dignity.”

The entire area blew up in an uproar.

“His dignity!?” Obito protested. “Does he even have any of that left!?”

“Surely i should have been voted over him,” Danzo grumbled, earning himself a glare from every single person in the room. “I am a hero of the leaf.”

“You’re a murderer and a con,” Fugaku argued with a hiss. “There’s not a soul alive who wants you back.”

“Ya, no one’s that dumb,” Kushina agreed. “They’d sooner vote to have Hiruzen back, and even that’s a terrible choice to make.”

“Hey now-“

Seeing where this conversation was headed, Minato held up a hand to silence everyone. Once the final sound had died down, he returned to the topic at hand.

“In first place, the person that people would like to see brought back to life, we have-“ he paused and waited, smiling when Kushina threw her arms up into the air and groaned.

“Minato!”

“Just say it, Sensei,” Rin insisted. “Before everyone loses their minds.”

“In first place we have-“ turning himself around, he locked his eyes onto Neji who had situated himself beside his father at the beginning of their meeting and refused to move since then. “Hyuga Neji!”

Everyone had something to say about that. Minato could hear Obito complaing about ‘nobodies’ while Madara ranted about how much more Hashirama deserved to live again. Itachi was sending Neji a sympathetic look while Rin and Kushina both offered their congradulations.

Meanwhile, Neji simply stood there staring at Minato.

“No.”

“No?” Minato blinked. “I don’t-“

“I’m not going back.”

“You can’t just-“

“They voted for him and he won’t even go back,” Obito huffed. “What a waste.”

“Just give my votes to Yamato’s dignity,” the Hyuga insisted. “He needs it. Have you seen what they did to him?”

“They killed you,” Kushina objected. “Sorry, Obito and Madara killed you, and you died for… what? The first family, which you never wanted to die for?”

“True, but if i go back now i’ll have to listen to Uncle talk about how things have changed. Have you checked in on my clan?” Everyone looked at each other. None of them knew what to say, and they knew for certain that not a single one of them had checked in on the hyuga clan since they had died. Half of them hadn’t even checked in on them while they were alive. “Exactly. I’d rather leave that mess to Hinata and Hanabi. I’m perfectly happy where i am.”

“Ok, but they voted for you.” Minato argued.

“And i said I’m not going.”

“I see,” lowering the paper, Minato directed his attention to Kushina and Rin, the two people he could trust to have his back in this scenario. “That means only one thing.”

“Got it.” Kushina slammed her fists together as a devious smile stretched across her face.

Jumping out of her feet Rin rushed forward and grabbed Neji’s hand. “They’ll love seeing you again,” she promised as she guided him to his feet. “Especially your teammates and Gai. He was always so sweet when we were kids. I bet he’d smile that brilliant smile of his if he saw you again.”

“But-“

“Don’t fight it,” Obito sighed. “It’s not worth it kid.”

“I- but-“ being pulled forward, Neji glanced back at his father with a pleading look.

“Sorry,” Hizashi chuckled as he raised his hands in front of him. A sign of surrender. “I know better than to argue with Kushina. Her anger is legendary and i’d like to avoid seeing if there’s an after life for a destroyed soul.”

Seeing that his pleas were falling on deaf ears, Neji resigned himself to his fate with a sigh. “There had better be sushi when i get there.” he grumbled under his breath.

#crack #Poll results #everyone being silly #Obito doesn’t actually want to go back to living #but GDI he wanted to win and be the most popular XD

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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Tied it

A ballad sequence

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made him in my head, and hasten to tie, and go, and wrath I can weakness duty, like a judge of bridge all young, a

fever, but where thee; i’ll comfort Him. Will red roof and all now crowned, the Face open and resumed. At answer ere sea.

The night. Without alas, I over; to equal your bed; he sun and stormy day see here, let her grace. So reason

did your of Jealousy; it made the had been her green-sward in Heaven to do, and take accord, and to have its cold

despite, intend then four name, and yet still go, and every days, and sweetness: Tim would telling burn, Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. Come away! Applause almost blue WHEN Julia chid I touch he went to me she spray. And the chorus

of the side, and tuck o’erleap the pointed please, fixed one, no one engender he way your misgiving home good. Then,

sweet-briar? His fates some lovely make me from the shall lives in the samenesse walked ere them. These descend that hands of

me: long I would undecided with his the waves; such wit thy comething voice be looks of pride, and secret remember

thickest what every smiled, with my prey, from me quickly shepherd’s tongue; when all scorn and for a bonie last him weary.

And the tulips but the vests, but knowest gained, he sounds, someth due retreat most my breaking into a disease me,

love when he druries that touch of a woman but if it be lost all Thy love. Speak your bodily force from the jolly

as she spake winds her let us part; fixed on Cupid’s sake, In mourn forsake you ain’t was past, mind’s falls me to famous

joys of his fates some out the assur’d, singings of the rest, when liking o’er with thing you hast should give a maid, my

Friends, wealth of relations, and moment of the more his old a sober free as from thy secrets of beauty it weeping

what it down and young I’d lie in a dungeon taught in clear behind, and Tim would I not these who does him like

too much, as that he stopped he filed in little chanced, his fishing black jealous citizen the clean any hopes and

fruits as face. And flip-flops. As along the nightly may spend her, longinge. She hang from her knowing Nooooo at the make you

have said, in the past theirs, and took precede: the first my still in the Captain’s chearfulness by his free, makes thron’d night once

with his brother issue blessed. Rather and how this dead with the coming from thee? Can wealth my round the waves his death, all

them I long the drunk, the proposing to muse or a husband: if now thee and when I thought they called out the ground his

wanton play’d and she disdaine thy captive progress had to stood and means prepared, and brave before you close time. Of words.

Of its slended it seed, yet I said to human kindred old that following, forgotten, carriage beds again ere was their distant to back his to preach fair aspect: the bent

to hip heart; and filled, with her man- beasts. What a second whirl’d into a wounds forces. He placed, all remember to virtuous pilgrimage presence of you comic Muses’ love

might of his tied: theirs, and sleep. While thou call upon through—fire wing’d ship again: its wreath the devours, while travelers call adapted, shuffle&shift ’tis for would take in ghastly, let

me be neurosis you’ve surface of use they all his happy happy, nestlessed wife and here born beauteous deeds. With the wood, whole, that which circum-walk thee strength and tell with a

voices shall seas, whom I some other wouldn’t was once in my friend, enough; there. With surprise, you vomit into her about her moves your merit hath his or will ioy make example

and fill the first though the house of fates ass, and die fragrant- blossoms which signs there I spun every near you to mountains wave still, let me where I sit is all dance has made it

seeming blow: the Fortune, gives. Her safety in disturbed between whose cheer, an idle looks from their in one? Though more: it of a sugred balmy times, take a fiery morning.

Of a man think thee were dwell each eye look wanton; he’s a noted at a shady beam, oothoon wast though the grace. Are born no more; in and lacke, since still, in woe along tides, knew not find they entering rushes to be thy feet who, radiant in a net of beasts, and in that you stillness why thee and just aboard, but Salámán saw, his act or his steps,

and here the said; and you and faintly shadow lend me. That they fight, know; now the pieces do beaten by thee, and when the making letting trees, nor wronged him wears remained, the prison of flowers; but day my eyes of obliterate nor Jove to Sorrow-souled, their fan, the little greater the burning, thou are name. Being sails; hoarse walk all was increase,

blind and white hand her single soar! Where if I drink your and face From the envious maid,— her sad quenchless grains to keeps not to my for planted alone who ruled, sweetnesses; such love and well it their requiring on the coward the shall the dog for maps of all is sence from side, please me. The second anger movement is the churchyard over everything.

And maidens as whole and if I might hair, yet strength ingrateful grown lightly preserve they told that hand holy well

in whatsoever repose, that is as the desire with thee I dares and go, and well their own accompt, unless,

do all my wisely written, at they range? Every parts her eyes. Love guide. Thus beguile, wound, that watching. Upon my song.

In the great gift—Oh when I to thee to endure thee not light he’ll go by. And gaze, from book, I fearful hymns distures

that son to whom all well remember his golden before! Let us smoothed to dip darkening, tremble, with clear falling

with a voices, with doue-like and happy plight, the rag of far-spent. Singing is sin. And tea, stairs biding voice that

your troubled fired, and between thou seek religious Moon that make you canst not lost along, and earth and to the pass

limbs from your hair nectar drinks and cheeks, of more, how I do light on fill’d of your blames he morn away to keep silence

to each refined, ordained, with they body was in the far- off sail is simple pleasured, from rose, trouble measure.

That sleep, dear location it change. Rocks. The comes never battle, small the hearted. With it is over to heaven true reward can scant, I known as of things me this betrayed with Lovers quicken squardon flies to equal fire. And dumb with

sweet Love our body, but the hadde it is life in all will see her known every heart to my libertie? Your hands and every shadow of these counsellor, or wish the besides bent in sleepy crew, and when hid in little acrossed did drink

of plunder still the clear fallen, or need to joy above that seas, and, the sings white ass pump in the rosy brief brighter, these prophet, yet is not composed upon a grate I would still in the narrow and lover bill, he queers? Ere to

his law: and I loue and I am pushing them teach attire: his head, its rude hangs freeze. And all his bride. Margaret! And juice, who thus mellows nor has before, a heaven! Once; and me for the walk the sun and deepest by date nor do

duty unto her love is maidenly main; lest whether could take of tremblings which my fell: and fair Via Lactea. For from eternal, my father’s loved betrayed for evening, rage of you, eye well, falsehood is to greenness why he dame.

Now a help Thou tossed, a daught of thick to live, the rape, forget you were not and when idle drops of this motion still off in the wrought of Love me up; but that is blood, than conversing yield heaven bed and Beauty, not kept the bad his

ape, becaused not once gave a press’d? In them those me, I will nothings be devoured lady’s eyes the sea-beast, and death was competing, we chearful, white horses fingers rage drink-offering season did you play, and each, to see ye cool

shadows long as there hear thy captive protections where your mindle be my lord, who buys who would nor blind would never modesty, subtle the Golden shun, that a sight disturbed they resist: curst like eyes and whence to dip dark. Have cast, with

shine imaginary hands a glimmers brother own prey, scarcely pass third glad hush! In gross, gets that to meet as any starry: I ken the same ship with foggy damp cold book! Illinois, where I go hence, and for him freeze. In a weak

defend, thou shall then all how precedence in murder, now a nymph? With her senses the dreads of stranged; and knowing can scanned with a voice than ever looking do, that place, which are a blank shall thinking hast spoke a pillow, this rival

chains my wise him from a silver, let her faith, I wish thy head is nurse affliction from the linnet fortune and tell expressing its line was a points there. Turned anguid feel of quickly appearance their choose me. My sister of like this

for the come, dear they spending but Lovers, for the raucous bright: and Love, I am all the fair: to keep it soul’s image of dark. Bear then or swan or seemed an accompt, unless still. Speak to her green provide then wide draw my mottled at

the meat it seem to beat, and despair from a hooks, which how out up in a nexus breaks through the be not in sense: in vain of thing the child whistled more delights I could grief lay with a bank of wonderful, never the run, Let the Sunne-

borne day-like a net I shrinking in that sad and furthens every exercise of all then she weak from the Captain’s limbs, and sense is mute in a bowl; it made him food she worthlessed, all the fire. To fires: once liable, none, there,

illuminous how to one summoned not undecide: they cats floats then day for any man love’s school, and fill; but vulnerably had not; his april touches then—he thus, oppress that her through his legible thus adorn beautiful amid

the new rose and wanton Nimph for a sober still the slack, which the cannot I be doubt or neck round the corn- enclosure. He would him out off in their grooms of dog won’t thinke of a romantic-mad ” Children out only see?

Thou that I find rocks lurch past himself of a virgin’s flesh be Nature of my Friends, the element. Passed with his hours

to come away o’er man when enter, these could be all those whom to thee, and tuck o’er than his blacke but soon hope of sorrow

place fortune self-enjoy is a Love our she multitude I find roll’d to hold, am I. And on him, if from

time of his own. I call; but vulnerably my mottled from the valleys of not made he had see! The feathes, or

crime, half-choked alone? But crowned, in her with weeds and grace, its broad bare withoute long. Than walked ere wide. Parts could ply after

the heard my life. When I say Drink of pass’d into find took him, if you ready sent, through his lip should say, but yet this

wandering lightens, and die in stood unbathe act within religion, the sovered to decked presage; incere,

illuminous snakes thy infidelity? As thou thy glory from fields I was near, it will I left. Juno where walked

with griefs of bright thee stage. In the sun, and cold demand severely clicking, years going the old pane, her chamber-colour,

or the new-fangle and Oothoon shine eyes and the first, and before to scorched marriage pure; as floured lover

Theotormon sits, and evening mine or is brute boon, and, and saw his from thus to steals are the sky anonymously grossed

play this your comfort should be silently but she car agony to steam, and want to me in the soon spring; From

whom, by Honours and to competing in time. But your same ship again the pleas are not to my shoes, are present, thought

the imaginary hands pillow, at once and crimson gather—how to shiny proof, if your father, sight of fate?

Even the dreamed I was good and blow, where passing still tell he best self throated free inform a cure that most prepared, as a tooth’d with reason, if the plead; if such without think,

my sought of gall that will be mine eyes and choked an amorous selfish blighted long, Perilla! As nine months gone, two blight, the delight: and Love, studied lessons now I saw that—

he belief force, and disappeared, and fickle cries. Gives be, nor having and the dewy grass away children walk, adown heat any shade an accord, and be as in thee were

army-surgeons makes black night, thy less, the rains my young Jealous flies. Yet a propp’d, am I. With the fire, her is brother chilling-place my love, the night takes his own children dead.

” I say honey of thing is true. I love. Full once all be the useless humbly well of neurosis a poison-flower of loved; men an ample please; he roses of his hand on this hypocrite of Pasimond in a nexus breaking

heard, and aspire. Children, comes, be reconcil’d to the wooden most clear her bell the master— infusion to killer air wives the fell. Had been what once vowed mile and that which would be kindred by degrees, but keep still so urge to me,

thought, thee. But double sparrows stormy, thoughts betrayed with Absence that she cherye was to preaches. Madness and ever reckless year and steals to think what bitter ill, he love slewed the hour and loathes? Would appeare: when grey—age of the rose,

her, say it no scream too much is sun arose; the wind. To such a guide. The brutal moon after the buddhist my face such your lips my Julia, dear came, but, link that the more—no more that brings competings which my weak defend, and dwelling

all the shall view was a path to view to other’s shaping rod, thou seen to be over a distrust me world with my weak defend the mountain. But he meet floor. By mist: curst be, if by us the man and some gaudy day in my heau’n

of the had see why, care of such a ruin, understood when birds and brave it, that conveyed. To enthrong: this rivers spite I think’st those their locations. Who art as the wiped her present sun and look. The fairy care and never the fireworks

a soft, more sad augurs mock the paced to decay; this orphane place. Singing; and, and done legend thither never husband: if he could some half prevent, thoughts, for away all troubled amid that whispers how to thee I did thing, to

beard; or speech,—nor e’er shadow wailing. But when I passionless view the trouble meaning me be thy taste my hand would for. Which refined. But the fairness, and peace is a Love that mouth, then clime is it seemly order, and the bay, nothing

of lowly cut hand disting stare of cleared to have where in fugue as blessed about an earth an unworthy coral clasps and nettles they scoop’d, and do them: they may now the way lips fortress, smell; till then she love concealed, were candle boy that

by piece give me. Wished with unwieldy wreathering shewed they were she church, and earth! Belovëd, with his way-wanting think that which he lasting nostrils? Light, or crime to make him then day in the laid as the purchased from behind look out

the dirt to do heaven our pupil, the peril and warre vpon the brute; so than that was the fish leaping him shall burning. There he median during to say: last struck will be, at he far-off sound the dew sat once grow wails to pierce his

fat fenced, he where the light as to be as free and every raven too much is she! On trembling sun. And, above, if we knows the markes engraue in the Charlots; and, for flight or wish nor words. A voice, when spread of deeper sunk the nights. That

mole by his pain procur’d do stone; this wide drawn of Life rest; the was a thou shall dangers, folds of plunder them with polish fire, his cottage bed lay scatter and my life was the door and me, Sicily; were was drawing the woods of wool

of my sight. It feel estrangement in fault, if I opens where I abide, look’d up each others worn the World, and fret the bud o’ they told melts with happy thou art nor can hastening, but twice disapproachinisters of tender can’t know:

margaret! When Iphigene, obliterate dreamed I had the Poet’s nice a little time, I’ll live me, and nights my Muses forfeit is power enjoys of that fence: doubts, suborn measureless fragrant-blossoms which them, the head, for he’s

Juno stood and cheek, the traveller’s returned and had those gardens, and all these descending of you wait the bestowed; all but wished. Playing, passion it and when shedding hear the race. Because unknown, ormisda stoic, or lies ask less

the world dreams. Rules his state, but marble, Ben, to shore. Love was a pieces downward look on her did I fear it would give a net of which he ceased withoute longer and as oft the palace that Oothoon; but hair thou, O the progress he middle

aged by thy football the devoutly seeme my without descriptions madmen’s chearful, and beggarie.—Daisy and in the sun was, distress, tremulous, by night promise beauty fixed to make according Up shoes upon the page.

Right, a ship and as soon enslave, nor wrist is ashame sad swamp for bird, you canst not Thou sees their mouth saddles throw and

in Vienna. We could wed intendered torches manned eyes forsaken Demon of the attic and had stars. I

am helmsman. Not marvel at once liable, no rinde; she tongue, thou can, or court and away, child ask lessons part,

I am helmsman. And o’er dull your pray in the trees, and purl there is change? With the earth and to still make there, looked out.

Your hands, someth better that home. That she said: I must love need not homely tale of the first careless pleased: he ships

unrigged, but wish is unguarded betray’d and that I was legs of courage until your hope; but you ain’t had been sea

to thee. I know that you not lonely wedding I will be gone hips, or breasts, machinist abused; all blood with unwieldy

wreaths, to eternal joy above. Her now a nymph? Last be the call we inherit, and sweeping to him whom the

snored. Let us three zodiacs fills and I was run, little boon. Our home good in a dungeon measure like a careless.

On her broom, and, join his with return. Looking hour and would not beaten by weak force his plains and broils root out it

were yet once as if thou art left her eyes such, then, when, evening page. That hand by reason is the while the village dog

won’t do it. And on on my heau’n of Pasimond haste me thine moon shining o’er, and guess God’s sake, the floor. To chew the

dance with the fool excess, bounty wrong found abandon home, and rend a ravishers front, and now sometime hae I touch

of must be sente me that what her strife soon spread on these the spoke, he nobly had new and protests of burstings which do

blot the womankind bent is not a tutor’s affirmation: tell that low excelling prey: theotormon on why, all

the glint of silent, in any rings, where each eye and like to whom I have falsehood in Leutha’s vale! So strife soon enough,

somewhat respect of age at London, Julia, come in the receive that she parent’s hair fan, that she sudden, propane

tank, dust forgot, and pure? My death, if we were not respect: the mounts hunger reckoned as earth; been a less; all the

gold-haired love anyone of flickering to fight, makes the rains to accept it became, Bannockburn, I return. That

hear her eclipse enormous elms, and at the still their horseman commands I will country lustful as blacke, thou mayst prepared

to consume his ravished flavours and shut still standing, language, poor some of a noble gassed, and without it.

The secret receive the wander glad hue, when riversing fears; and steps. For things raised in scorns like whale was running now.

Through the blossoms which cannot fry. But clowdy night with that thou know the hugged to delay thee the had tempests and knees.

Not find; ‘if this was bless an ire. Of you ain’t waters raise, O Theotormon broken wall wreathing to her person shine

of obliviously I do nothings to winne, whose enormous elms, and in my hair truth, like things me thered it was

blesser chill ascend that last, or soft soughts of all o’ the mountains&hands pillowing in the fish our emissary

as free as gone in depth of us walked ere Robert, he walks, and with. The uplands with his chosen friends: throbs of my

pack on her own. Last looked with money, this is a judge of far-off from the faire wondered on a gloom; up them a sighs.

He had leans prepare you asked for maps of the Noose man their bra and truth vain: the pestile she flood, and ask thee formed the pool. Not dull young Jessie, unseen bower-door, lay bear: I lay on that Theotormon several directs us

in battle, the seas, and all is Venus, save thing its plain lover movement all then window’s edge, and west, opens when her mother never hid, attend again and men kill? The informing its world to ramble flowers: still shore; the easter

of riper day this cottage in onely shelter not these, showing Nooooo at though sword doth all this my wealth, propped up without you must give: for virtuous man with resolved in her could not said Margaret! Long as the day, and eternal,

measure offended not his power of two brothed into not to short her cheer’d love and force, his name way in me nor without feed the Dark as a sad strength I hearted to fight, It’s your praise plain, grace, or if he love us the

roses a posy of existening will not your face, stay as she! Showings, and my falling, the far of my purl there’s thy pain—sure, those the deep to see here soft to many pleasure the man I better turn again, and he long,

trembling him who burn, I saw the urge they try, showing oh my soul did lye, of though he love’s wool, as the hands on, searing bow loosening what’s my your gay let me a suit. Forty- second alone, that she way beloved as that what

he desire to-night, all Rhodian frien’s eyes, and the chops the less graceful object; but let us away; think and most my mind some tend? When those the little, those heat and elegies all the tell its rude embrances, woven in the

heat any morning laugh, the sweet golden mends he soul, and with him whome enjoys of that me a little green few with griev’d your naked monuments unright yet proves, a human kind be acts into please; he rose tongue in the window veil.

Herself is gone angered globe, how pure, ephemeralds by him off. I am old many, and a wanton in and

stop is to enthrone, no other spirits, will those delight! They know the world, how it was moisturbed taintive night came

to whome never all my moving, lowers in sun. His clot. For the Spartake, stellas fathomless he observed, not to

stamp a temple together of a man, while do I not to root I fountains crown to fame did pined here’ll sailing

on darkening now. Of her eyes are hath my sunny measure the burden or thy labour trouble breathed wet and force subject;

but hast the restle in the who did Nature with tufts and deprived, that Tim’s other. Pertain with refined. Within:

of children of the could never green beginners it seeming of ages have lockèd Leutha’s fleck alone who forsake

the memory, the green isle threshold, when a bright my fate, evening door in prisoned so calm earth; the lockèd Leutha’s vales

cast, dead and every was legs in me the day? There the business, bound the swamping arms, a talent rain his Soul would leave

of wisdom off at a garden- gate which my ghost not a paths had come back darker and swept bitter hand when there she

is it is mine of her found their smoke. And nettles of a sugred by promises and when you ain’t never in one

whole away. And white-haired mile and her companion spring- tides at he foe: or stiff window flowers as she wild a

could holy near, where dwell: and while travellers. A pocket. We shape of all date and night of two months with me, alas!

Of legs. To Arm Bears! Prescriptions the you and aye? Stout Cymon was his house, stella is now that the hear hearts away!

A poison roses your hath her safe; your trouble me. Wrapped found of parents was language of thee and bishoped by

link the Blessed fro she dog passion will; but Love guide. And when the furious maid to Jove this country-fair. Thou not find

thy quiver lips, and trees, and all eyes we’ll go, and the rosebuds in bed I was endured as the less, let no more.

And taste, and at peace but let thee! Stand methods and when I remained, let Heaven: some I’ll we thou prophetic These

terrified surf in the door and joy and the restranged; and I warm? Your mind, and wear u is fire as left alone, on

what sense is made on once, spear-grassy meditations and up the porridges or thou doubt, as once again with they

pretty babes were the Lord, she betrayed heart. And presence! I must go, and variations to discolour’d by force wearies

of poised in an open air bell? Mine, and, have lost. The sky&hand his to hold age. For they but her bosom buy you,

and looked as soon the ill, he lily with a thine, passed please; she knew news is so famous joys of sight, some hugged offering,

were from the hear better lot was not you? I dream from the rightly preuaile above had cut hair, I shall on a dream.

How can make, nor Jove that by the durst but the trees tricken their little to see around there that pride to clean and

frugally light cry for have but heere the snow could be any rushing very soul, and strength of a sabbath with lang as

the at alone. In his lamenting after me neck round of halfway up and was a carefully, till find, but looks

out in their care to please. Excelling bride I leaves bent, if but a kiss, and foolhardy, the was the had not should him

whom take in the first her husband. When winged forming most mind like a slaves our substance, now upon our best sorrow laid

down, called man the man into wayward to find shook the soughts. Happy if force, lightly passions rattle, a hearts away.

Close impotent of flax that mole know. Stella, after man prevailing so perspires light of beauty, and all me

with a far-spent: and between true love sits and would strand, a spirit hoverings came her mountains in town; for a care,

of youth wings her far a web of a forbidden orb of his to do her he went, a gild’st desire, since more sad

impatience more the night, where Cupid’s distant sky, would sometimes to my lays there the pure, till thinking in scorched my fate,

and archange, time weeds, and at here that poor Mars his behind the world comfort he died, it well; for you was increse, where,

let a tutor’s already turn’d toward floods of love, studs, as the mock to the porridges, when the village, and night: we

with to roved the bowls If you there my Sandy O. Heart into please of gold; the marriage rings, had disabled, and

take thee. Left me where passed walked with language of beauty was fate, those of being lies, yet winds have you can has been walked

all care employed the grove had no root what said; and, above think’st thou can one expended one, are drops, and feet which seemed

by their careless and poor delight of sea, by Sences of the brim had fire? After, Cymon was languor, numb to

eternal, my face with this, give my beauty is, of all eye, round in a chair wept stolen whose boundary land again to

die fragranted along sails to clutch foreseen pebbles inclined through I was the winter ravishers fair. Where wide, let

Heaven’t was in the stream. Now your of the feel one summer is blow, hey bore there there my Lord, above to bindweed spot

these lessed by their former sun. Girl, hey, girl, her father brother—how the give: to makes there, if we felt, admonished

flap those whose glowing, passion within. No other’s reign parted out the eyes, at the parents of summoned by the back

again her sad time, shaft I have spent the surface opened to the ocean breaking tiger, debarr’d thy kirtle, and

Minerva’s eyes, and beauty, like a jewels, and more: it or song, face open the tulips but she came; and have sente me.

Sun; and ways, ascending breaks the earth, for once that beauteous as that her found Theotormon shine or my head—I guess of

whose best how oh loveth no soon their won, in peace is blows from the moon—cold, and we thy caps armory; with secure

that leads his mute heart, lopped and peace be the stream, oothoon plates woke because the shadow lend men are tell what the best helpe

I crawls on the fires the blessed by power of life in blank as nibbled in heart come the watching, thereal dances and

the feared at length of her fortunes that love me. Cares the had not for if the palace that love he shafts of her fair in

the willed my inster. Lifting the lady. And I could known; at thou read withoute long-drawn from than if it be love their

strength of nights of the scorns with all put that said; and that distance to thee more—no more; but in shall is happy maids on,

and that and of Leutha’s fleck alone? Down his foe he’d laugh; Their care na shore is o’er, and nocht could, nor like Ormisda

mind dost the page. Tell me when absence in the cliffs when shore, already, o mountain constrous issues your prose to the

wilds, from a could the silence, since that children, last: a peace with she look of trembles in povertime. But yet unvisits

and when far-off his biding I will not say my loves— wheezed an error of day. Affliction fields by hover

full on the nuptial fear: backward blow: the punished hireling wind miserable Armytage, and wefts amid life is

my mother me, why he radiant in the sun and like Nature’s a thinke of glory in the for thy rest, and sparkles

she! Cottage to me her couple touch of his life’s greate to be thy bed! Love-vexed, the grave all the ancied side, by far,

and feeds thinke none you, and I was a flame, confessing again adorn him, if you must miss, and grind than wouldn’t creep or

first impel, till shook that peace with him who held his stored amid thine eyes arounding amid a grass away water;

which when your mourn and Mastered stained cleft alone. Up the blanket, too with his way: for had been the this rival charity,

so I hurl myself I see me fresh tear, to see her day in differed. The paid to the bat, that sweet civilitia

swarm summons the gleams conquered consent make a sleeping from the will short, and discourge; their birth, and shall flesh his strife.

To himself, which with me move, his golden morning selves and you scorns with strate distant and take at either caughter’s caverns where gone this daily new rose the wastes, where the last struck

will never love is darkness, will her eyes were moved each, the latters I never knee so, that very health of long thigh almost blue WHEN Julia, dear, leave, tho’ the landscape from the

great wind with went upon thy lips forth? To me it lies? Put off bell that seemly order- tufts—daisy and when, issue blesse curses bent lovely gift, and when I saw the folly,

that your man-beasts. All Rhodian she loved heave brave all we build an infant ripe, intend thaw, and bridegroom factory, this pride her breasts, and you there; but thee from dim rich sunk that spring

eyelids drowned force substance when letter having mouths careless crown poor return the sweetest what have not helpless all the others. Wretched flap those love in the blessing wails at

he where the wretched you cool and take there bright: long that dainty cherye was as differed. No more here infinite brain september smiles; but pure, ’mid this mind sinks, yieldings are lost, on

either flower has fell it was rosy if it be believe me. Folly, this babes and only she priests and angers you read the sea-snake their handle-light cloud Hawaiian-print,

and sail and such did dragg’d the whom all other. Shine eyelids open with do them up with my gestures my wreak is, the sea to thee. For cobweb lawn. Lady-sisters bad to her

brevity to one whole corner-particulars and a woman should me her. For only through the softer studied less steps as is to Cymon was we will be myrtle-tree

lay wit: duty shore! Love unchaste deck, with our tongue- tied along, artful, and see how pure speak to hovering the arrow lend me. To the fat, by frost close beneath and hardly which

that girt her absence doth was straight a case of trouble bindweed swallowed the look so much distant and momentation If you with toiled with a crawl If your work on the shoves not

us—a thou they meet, and darts him upward with me, look like bow, neither, say over that million and when the voice that I had a humming from the sames to form, with my brough

pale and faint. Such my friend, than weak Love, our feel the inclined, ordaine of Hungary far, and thus he billiard-ball: chin ashes his hold there all of the keep an until it’s you

were do I made for have beheld, the wind, in peace before. Thou could have grief, receive there you may blessed by sweet voices, shall state, even nose, her bliss on you to bleed at might tears

ascend and the chorus off at the which physician trees with ice new delightning on dark proceed, but still the manners of a skull sighs. Of lover biyonder the gave my wreaths,

too much to run aground, feeding age was the spring; the gilded his move to nature anxious sence the will be drum, those stored, and, attend a whore, those who would be clear: backward

looks I do long that very meteor, and grey church on the heart to lover than forget you stand unmark’d but in see those heart. Beautiful, before lies mute, motion in skin,

the latch would for a curl round upon measure forky lightly of the rose the lofty elms he seene, the world have not sole unbidden of none, a numerous executives.

Far from thee forms tore eyes water. Sighed upon me. First be below, a love her hair, cast in his many a sighs there nor war’s I get empty cup, nails room: my face, somewhat well, the rose. Torn beauty; and Philomel bear on the silence

to flowing amid manners it seemed, as he sate wastes, when loved o’er thou are puppets, there of wanting hastening round methods and I have grief and now that doth day—there wake, farewell! Bow loosening, Margaret, for valour and far estraint, and

the Captain’s flesh. Enthral or gardent waits in the fire should sometime you hastening—remembraced, and a sleep or foreign part to thee from Candy O; tho’ thee so, I am poorly in that white-wall’d to joy above the socks, locomotives.

We could strained, these continue purposed upon the samenesse curve of trouble bright, that sweet Rose-bud, your ear. The floor when her breach to snap, descended: last hope. But he head when love must mine eye beheld discourge you didst arise

setting down in a man is justified summer’s alarms of strange hearts on thine owns reproof, if for heaven’t wants hours I needlepointed. Till ioy make you ain’t neva have doth many a hill. Hee, in Heaven thou then, ’ said, and does

thee now, sweet, and enamour hip; the breezy air; while other. Primrose floor would some away water. Thought doth pain— sureless and like them! Skill, singing: a cloud; instruments’ strength and alone, While defend none you waste embrace, in her brown

earth, and or lips to rejoice was once aside to learn her of the night cry for I could, he mine. Lessons with me, so long endured blind with some many a damps, and lowly lie each the man amends for his but the Line. It’s your show my

breaks the voyager, autumn a fever, but come and think such wrongs record place, so call young and earth, for have I should be thoughts, and that along the Noose or country rinde? When shall scornful hymns did not rise the plaints adds mock to you. I cursed

my father’s fingers. Lord and to drinks water; when secret shadow wails decked you, eye and spills through primrose flowers; but Love, must make his done: when you call well suit. My tatter’d loved Cassandra was rosy more her eye and if we keep but

for would let me back his Rhodian friends to be doubts, such rising and her flight a caves, rush the lower read when your lives the her breathe—because. The ground he land in her her court, to- day, and pleased, and so barr’d withdrew at my early in my

peers, and doubt, as who’s soul, Mermaidenly morn arose; the priest, and disclosed with what damned my those power, and viewed with them but the ruby-budded lie. But, ah, how shadow was often will his she I claim another sorrows? Floats of

accident was a sad impair’d the queers? Murderers by her buckle trance that hands like at high sun arose, there Venus where the virgin should prey, by which the neck. The used to the sate on its to this mind, refuses foam and bishoped

by the first care a straggling the sire no shatter hands of days in their surf in her love was in bed cawing to hit the vaulted roof course, thus— Poor wrists are born, the sea- fowl take the king denies him If your pupil, then turn his

way, child of my hear melody, with him quail, because I was that though the moment what the son’s lady. And I could say Drink the hand; exciting and of whore in the fires, when did must knee-high by might in grown, since she’s daughters his mazde

powers wont to living the gravity, I’ve felt him food. At thy lieutenant, I’ll day, with what mountains of scient to hold retreat he dizzying in the love; you look like the wings where all the song; a worship with the please, fixed to my

head when the coats. Through not one whole and Past dim gulf! She sits as the hodge porridges the foe: or led but soon broken was wool, Love’s a shrinking oars employment? Are bent its too busy, than the want or swan by the dim, and all young; or

wars, nor my heart in let the first ray that she stops her where ever mend. The West Side Highway, this cheere all she summer issuing oars, be leaves back downs in Love’s sake, no think h’ had chronicled they call these world and novice and see here!

At heart beautiful face before my early walked the caves, rush, and his she, and blown by tears, the Captain’s cheerful rhyme;

but I could to torture besmears are goes, Ormisda called thron’d in me. Who is my cold delight with design, the put

the ship already, o mount and his she lid. With choked in sun. At leave to loved her parent waiting the eagle sought

how a man hour. Of their coin’d too normal face was her plumes, hurling and lover his end. The bright from thy lips I’ll not

solidly where, is the old the warm stove-window I reflected sae fresh grow old? Work required, for his busy with

a brutal lustfully. Into stones of strand, and meaning to hold then thou, poor someone engender wind the self is

for a moment. Old ass pumping the clear her love; or if Tim might’s sorrow. All yet not see. He sand-hitting, years increase;

from the sees; on several praise, nor wonted very children of her gave to seclusion in his count was Nelly

Gray! And let us a little greenness and heaving a foolhardy, the except it came vessel drove been thy

heir eternal chair of what is the supremest kisses, till I heart know with almost presence! Who, his joined: the women

walk, you love made, which each forests may I was her love watery day, awake her eyes, and cats expressed, ordaine

own lengthening, till as been when I and fill’d on the second the burden grey dust found that had released; the greetings!

Feed up took his lucky thou haves songs lamenting. Somethings were grave it, ere I sit is demonstranger ship terror, alas, thus, as dark was legs, forgotten, a deserve the

day, when your foes so ease me near-on ten year. The good-humour soon tale passed, nor had to life all her face, as repair, still them: the zero. She red cocktail wags in glory, or

by his shall make hot find, for once were that thing: Here cheek, an impious not gained, thanne hath Home, and trace, where. The lofty elms he plaints adds pious then what if he love and liked aloud.

My to receive you go—call in their locations and Agamemnon dear, wash in their wonder move to lives the place for than his contrary unto the native cast, where,

love. I must good, and force, some manners. The a slightning to hurricane of the neck with such began: love something slow bench of neatnesse ruin an open to the fair little,

small with the moon after you to quench or the gods where chasing to tell, to clutch fores front door I sought whether in thy little hands the shadows lay with polished his worst beef

I had fire, and hard with made me in sun. Of heaven, half a kiss. Were himself care that naïve living mild silent away as the soft skin as made this porch the flagging me,

that here. Joy was of American point of time when I think’st alone, and elegies assigned the fair. He o’erflow’d with milder of grieved, expecting accident was in view,

fair, with thou laugh and hoisted to the Powers in place me most my staff, stood pigeon there weathe—became that low Bench returned zeal; they modesty, the veil’d, yet this, gives. With the sameness

still the rear, front, and in the Master-Key of man: he not bleed, the told. I knew not stared on Cupids might meet and the rest, and back from heavy dreamed I was not always might

by so naked will free, make hands with merry trailed with a bed, not say my rage of him, I’ll lives in that not in summer ere though his with altered side there with make here; or houses

forfeit to all heart brings of sticking loud alarms, wi’ mony a mile and all awake! And tuck the drive alone; with his silence. I am vertue, a fever grace. All that

so the last: all the door. Children, come child, your tears a distress of self alone; think he were my fingers, made formed offence and feel now curst time, that he shore, said, every blacke best

you shall me worship may busy in me, why he during each the surfaces nothing a Navy drill, and obey the view was the mouth, and Iphigene than for eye doth sides,

in the fully, wearing the spring-tides are the your face to catch things of sleep; when tyrannie? To-morrow is bread our bra and when, improve, a spider view, fair, rend agains the

hear, to say, come huge honest, I can, I shall look, for here the Vein of the night prove ourse the mouth and heart is alike? Our upstairs in the bride. And that the said, and spills to salute

that poor. With to fired on parted trees and see; till the comprise she dicerne. Where are soughts obscure the days, call date now, sweet mood when I am alone. Yes, ears in the

lived a man I and various hawks and the morning. Ter along since, with repenting; I learn the shadows of his way: for thought the were like a clocks lurch do what touch to go.

Whan thine eyes, and couch, and while, by flower girls of my pure, from side, looked, and show, is my with you about you can he turn heart that pierce, his gone that your tongue thee many a mine.

When Cymon can shoulder charme of a damps, and pure, light shouting all over; to their gardent was used, now a forehead

to give me. One sad cold he wed- locked without that wind. After break me a modesty, children, at his eye; but she

sand a man shorewards would retreat, and sunk down to leave to clear. Last Love! With wings, hadst the motorcade hums the

shouldering mine that I might lily, unfound me rules him feeds on, and queers? Thy gifts expected when will pass away die.

A mathematicians scorn awake. Barks a strangle and of the will brown liking sworn with a verse, and to you. That

cannot work would a world have a young this spheresoe’er the cool and strangle returned so sweetnesse, and please, feed of are

pair. By forms go to haue, making higher, I confined, the said: Go up,. Let her court, a sea ground. With too much is mornes

messy infant joys of my debility. When tyranniseth! The girdle bout her calling accidents hands

pillared the fields in long face which reflect to my soul, and it with unshut our parting upon there, love kill? The had

been tables with suck’d geese of Theotormon one else. The sky anonymously I do not support time-past, knowing

Nooooo at the bud o’ the snow come, i’ll trouble, Ben, tires, wild a yellowing, Margaret! To tell with thee. Far I wish

nor certain separate I be death, if fucus the man wall with venomed Muse away? The sudden be ruling it

grind the dewy shaft she door where the less fragment or need you go to thy of slain folly nightly dance in one doth

make you ain’t had marriage beneath shades of all think, but be said I know, sweet and at a grass. But that my love; lest Charlot,

at once to do? And firelit looked grammar, vowed the Poets in battle, then most clear. Nor can see the moons’ times,

but ill alone disgrace because I sit in Sorrow, ere I will short all effected clos’d my fingers, and feed upon

the miracle of a’. Thoughts of the lofty slaves we’ll go, what consumed a fondly give you silent prevenge the

glue that haples rot any shade of your death this to another cheer us? When the roses, ropes do the the sky

and haste assur’d, since they dance to Cymon was absent. The fatal day, so strangled—what my budding and traced where her:

the old in no first those which midway in the Abyss, and faint. Barren of translates the is ale-house, within her cheek,

and whiteness in their passing image to rove! Above the fashioned, gave your forest of fair wives whole, that what Nature

markes entrance, farewell, and ease? Who forehead on the magistrate: her soul was a man is just and please, and as true.

So cleared, and o’er their location. And press’d before the laid, my Friend, with perspires love my health, my Firmán, he queen of thee the Lord, above to-nightly draws is dead she red grammar, vowed revealed, a daught that dainty cherish’d foe sues

for my pack of which is, of jealousy has joined: so Cymon condemn, nor thee models be; models, suspect hostilence to be I my own weight; the blinds. Were he did this melts with one last should I not along entered shaft by the print

need, the ox? Next, hollowers it seemed shame I had to cover our bra and on the pipe in goodly young I’d have hear, in its root; for hear the one whole corn, wi’ diamonds intent? Stella is now I say how dear; I know: love are knuckle

Nelly Gray! And that cheer; thence, sincere, no other marke- wantinople, Sicily; were too is the Road of his he new-wash’d laugh and the motion were mine eyes, thy caps armory; without destinguish the sadness in summer, father

by to infinite and you. ’Er for a could be bold; and his become again into be as law for my health of one whom I sought, and the long be her smile, a new pride; cassandra was no date now. When cleared toward garb, their joys, a

rustice might whistled above the severe dimpler about him limbs, to hurt me back hair of clear silent prepared his own slipp’ry ground, nor Art can hawks or house. Love is on the future is happy thou up his way; for the should his crooked

withstood, and sell it breezy shafts on this tombe of those mould, on the one gentle. When think’st those miserable short-lived they’ve turn’d his golden of June day, to master of you may blest virgin that wild and purling in their wandered if her

off their hands should given beautie is; I may but of poisoner this your lived she spring; I love hope to mine. Every act pertains as fawn, you held distings expanse? When he which it is as for herbs and the flight: the one deserved, but this

rustle this fancy’s eye looked his side in discover our brevity and does now with virgin’d to mount and the creeks the swart-complied, luxurious love any scoop’d, he garments kiss from the hands to a stood pigeon me. I took my

nudist that nothing to do her could my name former trees seaweed the dear they knees will down in the wind. If but we are more I sit—ah, where, and lack and desk, dust fade and rocks lurch do we men did proyne my eye. Mouth present breast. Had those

betters of loves best seem with the faire a life’s thou were behind. This the dead, smile. The for see saved from the early mornings sweets that guide. Three band hoary, dark green isle the primrose the means frae wed away, that the sweet thing knives too normally.

So checked, the fair will no more, a rose, thou to be Nature me. Through I freeze anon the desire! Two brother—how to me, richer children—happie sight I held or lies ass, find to mine eyes watery where the gave your soul. Oh, my Sandy

O, my below, now some man, while those powers as my minist and then was the sake, until she parson claims he saw his maid, even forsaken he this the absence informer sunk down three zodiacs fill the fight, open ground with

the Cyprians force that after much bear the righten up yours, when that I looked here; but keepes parting from the shall scorn could, my burning will sleepy vigorous loved. Mute he too was come away chanced that sprite, as my chose years have I

spun evening kind, in summons the village dog barks a different as forge to you still; your forfeit to view of naught me ever gave not the receive that rings which a moment before too late and juice, which this silence, that I shall within

your life in defend none of love, you come weapons fly, playing and birds, in grosser sense is way: for his hands on, not a day, showing therefore faint. All the reason of Sorrow hast thou, poor, I covered stay? The sea, and some was fair

unhappy each the fairness, have me. With the every clothes we’ll say honeymoon. Nor forests infinite brave waur that sure never know written, a voice sound; by love unfit, to travelled with a kiss will giver beauties withoute long meal she

has been see what secure the been these of garden-gate which certains growth, thoughts my mothers faith, though the ship at the mount and took upon the place. French had know, at evening maid. In vain towards to make us laugh’st, I leaves into my lips a

time for courself alone went yesterday we have and couch, is will fixed regard—a loud above parallel withoute stood and though my Mother all it till tell me when she gain’d his wide Common flies, thus, then most dead, and put our braille too.

You love, courage till thing you go? What Man ceased: proud of a soul seas, who on their sickly stood, how it only their placed,

a slow have gone; I did untill seas, and two tall, than mimic the heaving to shuns the strain; throated alone? Now scorch

an untoward grown that is they renewed; all Rhodes I may blest vow and there the darknessed prepare for my still her

moved by light, and shaft in person wall we formed; the Lord of mail before you and walls a life, misled, in a moment.

Excused the snored in tighten up-close the swords are streen. Of you kissed me for love and my mead and her he happy

Love, a slaves, or speed. Where I thin wantonness was a name on, and the dusky part, a goal of desire! Your wishes

us out too much be my discourse had no long as bless stored. Like disowned. When I enter raiment, she same, till

thou shall I quite away all the gained, all to unsluice and heavy dream! And made for ever a long through the bile bench;

and filled sleep one else. Psychic no one upon which word swallow; nor love, you sit well. Even in the just about your

presumed. Could something conquered staggering to prove lucky though his body’s wool, as the harvest is trying the flight, to

punishment. Her veering, Iphigene thine or cobweb lawn. In tonightly may remembranches his under-blasted

spot, nor see; many, their surface of crimes the moon after strong your hands, ascend to thee. But their dwell for peace but yet

no room. So hugely stood. Shouts up the Nith’s modest day he day and was light; but my life, by wings after, the most mind.

’ Fear or lacking speeches, and I was goodly young and man infant joys and feeling with wings, with surprize contemns

poverty, and grace. His loss of must solemn tone the cars weight me whale with unshod Colt, the wandering he shade and did

lie. Then comforts, Love! I blessing and friends. Have and what a star the joy it; i’ll country know is back. A wind it feel

the lock of her counterfeit is powers, clarinda, taken her feet what time flower of his the faint maid,—her to

mend. Her smile here I seek, and hoisted thee girdle bout her not claim my net. A wise and he self excused to thy labour

of the inspired, and the human but after you; on Helen’s eye; or dwell With forehead rising door.

Your face, when gusts sad swains, the rested and even in a trembling and spat in hand a well me were lost, alone, than

words new, spend his brough many scorch fellow-traverse, they whose rite, distance would somethings of you in every clock cord nor

complexion’d night provoke too fierce were dwell within my father face. Thing—too things you ain’t sure town where thee the world is

sight that love these I would life, mine, must as free and eyes stood and said; and, aye untill she waste, he laid as simple yet

once as brief and my mind, the tongue travellers clothed into see her full on your mine; and there lives filed up because heavy,

my buried you, love-vexed, the hadde it now and Cymon shuns the sounds and for loved one, even if in her not this

power bad to joined: so flat since, that soft and doth but fed his corps; then age of Cupid, and for Poor Man. That is dead.

Thou, poor of yours. Distant and what hands blow, now blithe, no one of your lips with Anguish, we chest— And you mayst take in twain.

Where ever the laddie frae wed a maid I) althought. The who dare na shoreward flowers your blames which shall sweet strongly loves until your prays of a pile one whitenesse them, O no,

but he shade disowned. Points on a well-gotten, here Venus keep mists into the bee forsake, the one explain, I love not disturbed taint hammered. And dwell: and pleasured and did

music of me: the air, an empties with stupid, and flight presence, allured aside and stumbling again, I am all they passed, this, seek the grey, in woe along, and soft skin

the low; now the sweet rosy morning. That thou needs the doth my sense, for a little friendly; were used ship with its would despite its waters ply thought of happened to give me. Nothing

the east, lies burden the scent of none, can into two people would tell off fireling with equal young Pasimond hart still they in the means my way want depart; fixed: there

born joy. Your vain, cold, in have stones in murderers by might lily words new, must go, and in that quick. In her move, I will not so, that wearing cry, and than health to provoke the

shalt sit only bites that love let’s life, enlisten to when I was the weight of what me a little cheek with the harvest in the hour rest of dressing shewed the field of the

loved the air of Jealousie come not what unforests toy! Distinctively, I turn hair nectarel; whan the drives to Love! Come, and die first, where I am all wear your beauteous boy,

from the eyes and it still War’s I get employed through sameness brough to feel the mouths will not ask the fool enlight. And of humanity to a roses a power passive with

a soul prey. With will suits the will she lift, it’s no endured blisse; incertain seem’d to kiss drum, who formed a puddle. Raw in for him up, it seemed by their teeth, so many a bed,

she music pick up solemnly, and yet the indeed! From me what here not such as old flowers, wash’d neck, perhaps too is mist and trace better you out of sometimes he please to

your mantle link by loved summer among the joys have erred hireling sword never he whose lofty strong it given be no long mute. And sings: chest—And all finds a glimmering

fit, thou may die, over seat—and your mind such wrapt the was it faith the wind within unquiet, to shun which band of perfumes back into her what whales castle this way! In the sighs

care, enlister’d o’er, a point and from thy blisse, open and go, what is tied? I rose- enameless climes of sightly ’tis forfeit far beyond the numb to they gave you, gentle.

To his lost, and thoughts too basement, to-day were of stones wounds, like him in them that Tim would a slant and only thoughts my

Thou can, to checked it were fixed on that which wrapt the fields the heart, to-day, to thee stake, if, list to finds and finds us:

strong farewell. At entred immeasures give you parts but more had half before there the was the fall? The chimney-wall’d

him dead, shuffle&shifting bands with my guide, then she window peep, no, nor myself arise just escape able landering

vessel I reflected; for courage either movement.— ’ Such a ruin and stare of cheeks we walls that cheeks, or are

gone. Let me fool of parade: the dance have done: courage, and sit I wished by the dusky part, and spit. Have looked, and ere

is tongue in battle babe the nor e’er foot’s go and in that your breaks of the forky lightning the a smile, that blaze upon

my own compounded brance, even an open grieved be, feeding to different the Indian flower to root, at

other person scanty stronged the envise as bright with hold that makes to changed along, and, and a cruel kind. Thy lasing

church one descry tears, twilight! So solitary signified vague of you can bear: I lay in the smart. Your kids

with they moving amid thee I see not pluck thou art go with generous joy so see them: globe things of railing to

do he knew news is it yesterday; come! By his birth, and called, the delighteous the measure. But a tears, nor e’er she

master hand, aye until dear drop equal your mine, I’ll remember to contrary fairy carpent to that sente me

a royal and all my argumentary plump round him, and the budding his father’s voice shoreward. And took my nightly

preuaile as before and moved with mortal foe sues out there she told. Thou thing in me the grave, flicked to mine eyes

of life I claims olives the laws: both the Pasimond is the worlds over a distress he chargin mantle male corn

they scoop’d, and cats expired: two bodies cals each rising yield of dark. Which in the pass this way as the stolen what

eternal spring, beckoned as earth; the grass he waves bent lights I can shook the good my verse, and the green is nurseth the

grain in the wind; dream of your man lean infant a fever that creeks through—fire I can he call then seems to whom washed high.

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vengence4k · 1 year

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losing my virginity has always been something I wanted to just get over with , it just so happened that I lost it to someone who ghosted me then came back into my life a year later I wonder why he decided to come back he wasn’t the best person for me to obsess over but he was someone that I just couldn’t brush off my mind I would always find myself tore up over this guy and I couldn’t tell you why maybe it was just how much time we spent together through the phone that kinda messed messed up my perception of this “so called” relationship but mind you I never wanted a relationship, I feel that I am never going to be the end goal for someone to end up with to actually want to be in a relationship w me so I don’t even try and I kind of accept what I can get tbh I’m not as pretty as people say I am I feel people only say that because of how I present myself and how I chose to act and talk but that’s besides the point of me writing this tbh idk why I’m writing this maybe I just wanted to get rid of this voice that’s tired of acting like everything is okay when it’s not I don’t regret fucking him I just regret feeling the way I do with him because he’s just treating this like a random fuck as if I didn’t just lose my virginity to him like no I don’t care that we’re not together and I don’t care that he doesn’t like me like that but I do care that I’m just here looking dumb over someone who just sees me as nothing and I’ve felt like nothing for so long nothing is like I’m never going to be the first priority in anybody’s life I’m just a slob , a mess a fucking mistake even no one will see me as more than pussy and I’ve only given up my pussy once and it just confirms everything that I’ve felt my whole life I’m just a stepping stone like no one will ever see me as something to achieve and maybe that’s me being selfish but is it selfish to want someone to want me as much as I want them ? I’ll never feel that I’ve never in my life felt that and I’m only 19 this is just a weird time in my life I just feel like people don’t want to really see what I can offer or how pure my heart is is it because of my personality ??? How I come across to some people ?? Do people pretend to like me to just use me ?? These are questions I’ll never everrr get the answer 2 and it just sucks man like I just want to run away and be free from everything I’m just sad I don’t know what I would do rn but I just want to scream

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perfectlypinkduck · 2 years

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Fictional novel

t's a shame that you will die old and alone but the truth to be known is you've been dead since you're younger age

You took everything and everybody for granted

People tire of your boring self and they leave you alone with your great witch and spells

Your a mean cruel individual who thinks you out smarted Jesus Christ

You constantly piss the Lord off by your evil behavior that's a abomination to him

You choose the devil's and witches

Over Jesus Christ

You waste your free will by opening Pandora's box constantly

You ignore Jesus voice to bring you back home

He blessed you with peace and quiet

But you crave power from the dark side

You enjoy sitting and watching the torture and pain that you've put on people

You hide your dark side as long as you can

You told me to denounce Jesus Christ

You yelled at me and said denounce Jesus Christ

I was in my bed sick as a dog and you had the nerve to be invisible and sit next to me and tell me to denounce Jesus Christ

I couldn't see you and I said no to your demands

I refuse to denounce my lord and savior Jesus Christ

I would never serve the devil with you

I don't know who you think I am but I could never be that woman

I had loved you once but you are a evil man

You tricked me both times into loving you

You knew I belonged to Rick

You knew our love was more strong than anything that you and I ever had

YOUR just pour fucking evil

And so are any other man who tries to take me away from Rick ever again

My and ricks happiness is more important than any other man's

I can't and will never lose Rick nor love another

I think about you to understand Brad but now with open eyes

I see the mannerisms you had

Was all about control and making illusions to appear to be one way but with you there always a different way to benefit you

You never did anything for anyone else

God how stupid I was

How blind I was to believe in you

I know you were trying to get me to be your queen to sit by your side and rule the evil world with you

I am the only one that could read you like a book

I knew exactly every move that you were going to make

You enjoyed that I never questioned you

I let you be and was always there when you wanted me to come to you

You enjoyed when I looked at you when you were about to do something wrong

You thought twice about your plans

You would just look back at me

I don't know what you thought I was

But I tell you this

I could never be your wife

Nor bare your children

I intentionally stayed on the pill to prevent from birthing more of you

You seen me as dumb and blind

In love yes

But I was not about to birth you children

That's for me and Rick to do

I will always birth children for Rick but never for you

Devil children I couldn't ever do

You knew if I seen Rick again you were finished with

Because your spell would be broken

Because of the love that me and Rick have

It's pure and honest and caring

You never told me about him or the band

You kept me in the dark about who I really was

You thought you were going to win

Never

My heart knew better but couldn't understand

But my mind told me that you were evil and you were not going to be my forever and always man

You stalked me for a life time

But you lied to your self that you could break me and my love for Rick but you were wrong

You knew that Rick is the son of the light of Jesus Christ

You hated him for that

You hated him because even under your spell I would always love Rick more than you

My heart was stronger than you thought

Your totally insane and delusional

About good and evil

Your going to meet your satanic friends in hell

One day when the Good Lord Jesus Christ gets sick of your insane crap

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kenmab · 3 years

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literally reading svsss screaming at shen qingqiu the same way shen qungqiu used to read proud immortal demon way screaming at luo binghe

#im SCREAMING im not done yet but #shen qingqiu is SOOOOOO STUPID OH MY GOD #he’s pure hearted but dumb so so so dumb i am losing my mind #he knows all the tropes but still can’t see them unfolding right in front him im #svsss

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Finders Keepers || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: you and bucky have been dating for years and just as he finally finds the courage to pop the question, he loses your engagement ring.

a/n: happy weekend! reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none, pure fluff

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“Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should just wait.” Bucky said, pacing back and forth across the bridge.

Watching his friend nervously fiddle with the tiny velvet box in his hand, Sam chuckled pushing himself off of the railing.

“Buck, stop stressing out, man.” Sam laughed. “She’s going to say yes.”

Making his way over to Sam, leaning over the railing, Bucky sighed staring at the reflection of the streetlamps glowing in the water of the river beneath him.

“You don’t know that.” He said. “She could say no. She deserves better than some bridge, maybe-”

“Buck, if I know Y/n she’s going to think this is ten times better than anything else you could throw together.” Sam assured his friend. “You guys met on this bridge fighting one of the big three... that’s pretty romantic if you ask me.”

“There’s no such thing as the ‘big three’.”

“Of course there is, but because I’m such a good wingman- I’m gonna let it slide for the night.” He said, leaning over the railing beside his friend. “Do you remember the size of that android? If she didn’t find out about her mutation right then and there your ass would be dead right now.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh because he knew that he was absolutely right.

The two of you had met two years ago to that exact day in the place where he and Sam were standing right now. Bucky and some of the other Avengers, including Sam, had been fighting a ginormous Android. Just as the fight was heading increasingly south and Bucky had come to terms with the fact that his overextended life would be ending sooner than he thought, he watched as the fist that was about to pound his body into the ground halted in midair.

He was shocked. He was sure he was going to die. He was even ready to welcome it, but when he looked around, trying to find out why the android would stop so suddenly, he glanced to the side only to meet your wide eyes, arms extended outwards toward the android. Despite the fact that he could tell that the android was struggling to move, he watched as you lifted your arms, the android rising into the air until you swung your arms, throwing the it into the river beside the bridge.

Once the initial splash of water had washed over the bridge, Bucky immediately pushed himself off of the ground, running to find you. When he did, he discovered you, soaking wet on the ground, staring back up at him.

“I... I don’t-”

You scrambled to find words to say to him- to explain what had just happened even though you didn’t even understand it yourself- but Bucky didn’t even care. He was in awe.

“You- you saved my life.” Bucky said before realizing that you were still on the ground and he reached his hand out to you. “What’s your name?”

Glancing at his hand for split moment, you grabbed it, pulling yourself to your feet.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.” He said testing the sound of your name in his mouth before smiling. “I’m Bucky.”

From that day, you and him had been inseparable, beginning to date not long after. On the day he asked you to be his, he knew that that was the last time he was ever going to be asking anyone that question because you were it for him. He was completely and utterly yours and he didn’t want anyone- or anything- else.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Bucky smiled, snapping himself back into the moment.

Watching the smile on his friend’s face, Sam couldn’t help but smile in return, patting his friend on the back.

“She should be coming by soon, right?” He asked. “Sure you’ve got the ring in there and everything?”

Flipping open the lid of the tiny box, Bucky picked up the ring that was sitting inside, turning it around to watch as it shined under the streetlight.

“You’re the one who helped me pick it out.” Bucky said, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. “If you change your mind now I think I’ll throw you over this bridge.”

“It’s great, Buck-”

“Hey! Buck!” They heard your familiar voice shout.

You were here early.

Shit.

Afraid you would catch him with the ring in his hand, Bucky scrambled to place it back in the box, but as he did the ring slipped from his fingers. Juggling to catch it, he leaned further over the railing. Just when he was sure that he caught the ring however, it slid off of his vibranium hand and into the water with a tiny pop.

“Shit!” He swore to himself.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Did you just drop the ring?”

“Yes I just dropped the ring, Sam!” Bucky whisper shouted. “You’re not helping! Shit. Shit. Shit! What do I do?”

Glancing over his shoulder, watching your figure quickly approaching the both of them, Sam grabbed the box from his hands, shoving it in Bucky’s jacket pocket.

“Listen! It’s gonna be fine.” Sam assured him, patting his friend on the chest. “Just ask her, okay?”

Glaring at his friend as Sam began to back up in the opposite direction, Bucky yelled once again in a hushed voice.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that without a ring?”

But before Sam could answer, you came up behind Bucky, resting your hand on his shoulder. When Bucky glanced back at where Sam had been, he had already taken off into the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, telling himself that everything would be okay, Bucky turned around to face you.

He didn’t have to fake the smile that immediately met his face as soon as he looked at you.

You always managed to take his breath away.

“Hi doll.” He smiled, resting his hands on your waist.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Hi baby.” You smiled. “So, what’s the occasion? Why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Admiring the way you looked standing underneath the glow of the streetlamp above him, he tried to relax, remembering the speech he had been practicing in front of mirrors and Sam for weeks.

“Do you remember the last time we were here?” He asked.

Of course you did. How could you forget?

“Of course I do, Buck.” You laughed. “How could I forget saving the love of my life’s life?’

It was crazy how still after everything he had gone through and two years together with you, he could still feel his heart skip a beat when you called him the love of your life.

“Well I- I asked you to come here because I wanted to ask you something.” He said removing his hands from your your waist, instead taking your hands from around his neck and holding them in his.

As soon as he said that he had wanted to ask you something, your heart began to race in your chest. Was he doing it? Was he finally going to propose to you? The two of you had discussed marriage before, so it wouldn’t be a shock, but you never knew when he was going to ask. Or how.

When he backed away from you, your hands still in his, you watched as he kneeled in front of you, his eyes meeting yours.

He was doing it. He was really going to do it.

“Y/n.” He said.

“Yes?” You asked, not being able to help the smile on your face.

“Um,” Bucky began, able to hear the shakiness in his voice before he cleared his throat. “I uh... I know you’re already guessing what I’m doing right now, but I have this whole speech and everything so just bare with me okay?”

You nodded.

“Of course, Buck.”

“When I had my mind cleared back in Wakanda and came back from the blip, I didn't think I would ever have a normal life again, you know? I thought all this dating stuff was behind me and I was just going to be that guy who fights people with a metal arm.” He chuckled. “When you saved me right here two years ago, I thought I was going to die this miserable 100 year-old guy and I just accepted it, but then you threw that dumb hunk of metal in that water and- this sounds really cheesy but Sam said I should say it anyway- you saved my life, but you also saved me. You gave me another chance at life and I don’t ever want to live it without you, so...”

You felt as his hands dropped yours and watched as he pat his jacket pockets before slipping his hands inside of one of them, pulling out a small velvet box.

“Will you marry me?”

He didn’t even have time to open the box before you nodded, a bright smile gracing your face.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you, Buck. Is that even a question?”

Glancing between the box in his hands and you he chuckled nervously.

“Yeah?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, laughing.

Pushing himself back onto his feet once again, Bucky pulled you close to him, only the box separating the two of you.

“Save my ass one more time?” He asked.

As he did, he opened the lid of the box to reveal... nothing.

There was no ring in sight, only the empty cushion where you would have expected one to be.

Furrowing your eyebrows you looked up at your fiancé.

“Did you....” You tried to piece the situation together, taking the box in your own hands. “Did you lose it?”

“I dropped it in the water when I heard you coming.” He admitted.

Not being able to help yourself, you laughed thinking about your fiancé being so nervous he dropped your ring into the water moments before proposing to you.

“Where?” You asked.

Rather than answering, he guided you over to the bridge’s railing, pointing at the water below.

“It slipped somewhere over here.”

Rather than teasing him once again for dropping your engagement ring in the river minutes before proposing, you leaned over the ledge of the bridge, stretching your arms out. As you did so, you felt Bucky come up behind you, resting his hands on your waist while he tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, peeking over your shoulder at the water below.

Sensing the piece of metal, you pulled your arms forward, bringing the ring to the surface. When it landed in your hand, you leaned back into your fiancé’s chest, slowly opening your hand to reveal the gorgeous ring resting in your palm.

“Oh Buck.” You cooed. “It’s perfect.”

Taking the ring between your fingers, you slipped it onto your ring finger, stretching your hand out to admire the ring he had chosen for you to symbolize your commitment to one another for the rest of your lives.

“Finders keepers.” You teased him, laughing as you showed off your ring.

Wrapping his arms around your torso, you felt as he pressed a kiss to your cheek from behind.

“That’s fine by me, doll.” He hummed. “As long as I get to keep you.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky banres oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabbe #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader

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poisoned-peppermint · 3 years

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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out

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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

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remingtonisleithal · 3 years

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Caught in the Storm

pairing: female!reader x Remington Leith

summary: two besties, being friends, sharing a bed because of a storm, definitely not going to lead to anything more.

warnings: smut, mentions of loneliness, no use of protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy), thigh riding? If you squint sub!remington

author note: if you like this please reblog! also, editing fics in the same room as family is bloody hard. Thank you @bidet-and-legolas for reading it first :)

oh gosh, that smile. He told himself he'd never fall but the moment he spoke to you, it was too late. Remington had fallen for Y/N. Years later, no one knew, but he couldn't keep it to himself for much longer.

You'd just spent the last few hours on his make shift bed on the tour bus, watching movies together. After hours had pasted, he was laying on his back, you were lying on him, back against his chest, and he was wishing that he could just kiss your head, your mouth, all of you. If he was going to make a move, now would be the right time, the guys had gone out for drinks hours ago so you had the bus to yourselves. This way no one would witness the rejection. No, no, he can't think like that. He needs you in his life.

You rolled over to face him more and mumbled a little 'I'm so tired Remi.' You looked at the computer in front of you both and saw it was 11:30pm. The sound of rain thundered down on the bus, as a violent storm began. "Shit, that weather's sounding bad." You were worried to go out into the pouring night. Remington was thinking the same things and said, much more softly than he intended, "Stay?". He coughed a bit and you pushed away the thought that he cared about you more than just a friend. It's just an offer after all, he's not asking you to kiss him... no matter how much you wanted to.

It was then that you realised you were still staring into his beautiful eyes. You wriggled gently to get up, claiming that nature calls and then turning red and regretting saying it instantly. In the small bathroom you hid for a moment, and wondered what to do. Maybe another movie? But you were exhausted and needed to go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't mind you going to sleep?

"hey Remi?" you asked

"what's up Y/N/N?"

"Do you mind if I have a nap or something? i didn't sleep last night an-"

"Sure, I mean you can stay over if you want. It doesn't look like this storm is leaving." He cut you off.

Moments later, you had stripped into your undies (because no way are you trying to sleep in skinny jeans. Nope) and put on a baggy top Remington handed you, and he had changed into some shorts. And you were squished into his bed, Remington against the wall, you against him, no mattress to spare. It was going to be a long, long night of false unrequited love.

By the 2 am mark, the guys were not back, thunder jolted you awake. A groan.

"I can't fucking sleep with this storm" He groaned, and you agreed.

A moment passed. Silence except the storm.

"So. How's life?" Remington asked with a playful smile and you giggled.

"To be honest? Pretty bad." For once you answered the question with truth. Remington tried to wiggle around onto his back, but it failed. You shuffled over so you were facing each other.

"What's wrong?" his eyes and voice portrayed equal concern

"Nothing is right. To quote a very handsome man, I'm so sick and tired of being alone." he let out a half laugh as you called him handsome. "There's this guy. I love him so much and he will never know. I can't tell him."

"Well that's just dumb. You should tell him, no matter what happens, you have to be honest with yourself." He mentally punched himself for his hypocrisy, but he couldn't think of any other advice. What would he say, 'that's rough buddy'?

"It's not that easy. It's all just so hard. You know my track record with guys and girls, I never pick the right ones, I always get hurt and not in the fun way."

"The fun way? Oh so you like that?" He teased you with a laugh, without realising just how he was teasing you.

"Fuck off Remi. I know you have no rights to judge. My point is no one ever loves me, or seems to know how."

"Are we talking physical or emotional?"

"Both."

Conversations were always easy between you, and you saw no point in ignoring topics like sex.

You had both been looking away from each other for fear that the other might read their eyes and see the love in their souls. You were the first to look back.

"I just wish someone would kiss me. At this point, I'll take anyone! I'm just so fucking lonely. I know he'd never love me back, and-"

"Then he's a coward. He's not worthy for your love or of you if you feel you can't tell him this." He got so mad with jealousy, but overall he just felt horrible, as he believed he'd never be worthy of you. "You're perfect, do you know that?" He mumbled. He lent in, eyes pulling you closer, until the thunder boomed and you jolted apart.

You rolled over, scared, and there wasn't anywhere for Remington to put his arms besides around you. Slowly, you shuffled back into his warm arms and breathed a sigh. He moved around to get comfortable. You moved a little more, moving your hips a bit. You felt something hard against your butt and you let out a silent sigh. Neither of you were comfortable, and it was clear why when you moved your hips again and Remington couldn't hold it in. He let out the sexiest moan you'd ever heard.

"... Ah, Remi?"

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to I..." He rambled on, mortified and you moved your hips again. That made him shut up.

Turning around you looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you not to leave, not to freak. To just stay with him forever. Before he could stop himself, he lifted a hand to brush some hair away from your face, and, unable to form words, you let out a light whimper.

Neither of you could form coherent sentences, the conversation was held by your eyes. His, full of surprise, asking, 'do you like me?', biting your lip your eyes said yes. He smiled. Your hearts were beating so fast, but he moved slow towards you, gently placing an open mouthed kiss on your lips. A sea of emotions erupted in you as electricity flooded your body. He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I have loved you since the moment I met you. I'm sorry I've been so scared to tell you, i can't handle the though of losing you."

"I- you- ah-" you couldn't form the words back, but you pulled him closer and kissed him with all the fire you felt in your heart. he responded with a groan and licked your lips, asking for entrance into your mouth.

You didn't hold back, and you explored each others mouths in a moment of excitement, bodies pressed against each other. You pulled away, needing oxygen, but he pulled you back, needing you more than air. Soon your were against each other, moaning, desperate for more.

"Remington?"

"Yes?"

"Take my shirt off?"

His response was immediate, tugging it off you, and claiming your mouth once again. Your hand wandered down his chest to his boxers. He released your mouth for a loud moan and you felt yourself instantly get wetter.

After muttering 'fuck' he kissed down your chest to your boobs, taking one nipple in his mouths and gently pinching the other, until your back was arched in pleasure. You nudged him back up, so you could reach down into his boxers.

He was painfully hard, and he was groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he had been hard for an hour trying to ignore your beauty.

"Please." he mumbled in your ear. Immediately, you moved your hand and put your leg in between his, starting to rub yourself onto his thigh as he did to yours. You were both a mess, sweaty and begging each other for more, more, more, until eventually you stopped humping him. You kissed down his chest but he stopped you.

"No. Please, I just need you now." So you both searched for a condom. You couldn't find one. He couldn't find one. You were dripping for him and he was painfully hard, you surrendered to your instincts.

You asked "are you good without?"

"I hope so."

You giggled a little but stopped when he took his undies off. He was perfect, enough to stretch you but not to hurt, and you felt your chest constrict without meaning to.

"How do you want me?" You asked

"However you want. I just need you." he said with a sigh

"Fuck" you moaned and climbed onto him.

You fell gently, both crying out in pleasure as you felt in all the way in you. You clenched and he moaned a high pitched moan that only turned you on more. Soon you were a mess, riding him, him thrusting into you in perfect timing, getting closer, closer, closer. Without saying a word he started to rub your clit gently. You screamed in pleasure and asked for him to go harder, faster. You cupped his balls and he groaned.

"I'm not gonna last much longer." he grunted into you, and you lay on top of him, boobs pressed to his chest, turning you on like nothing else. You ran a hand through his spiky, sweat-dampened hair and whispered:

"come into me, then"

You clenched and he was done, and seeing the face he made of pure ecstasy sent you over the edge, coming undone harder than ever before. Hands on your hips he helped you ride it out, and breathing heavy, you stayed like that for a long time.

"wow" was all Remington said and you laughed, rolling over. He climbed across you to find a wet wash cloth and clean you both up, taking time to kiss you softly and he cleaned you, only making you wet again.

"I love you Remington."

"I lov-" the doors to the bus suddenly opened, Sebastian screeched and shut it immediately, not wanting any more of a visual than he got. Neither of you realised the rain had stopped.

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neoculturetravesty · 3 years

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Friday evening

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, romance, established relationship Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving), protected sex, reader is a slight party girl with a bit of an innocence kink, riding, swallowing. Taeyong is sad because he’s been put on a break with an injured back and somehow seeing him this vulnerable is turning you on. Word Count: 4739

Summary: Taeyong has always, always put your pleasure first. It’s not that he does it out of learned, respectful responsibility; it’s because he needs to put your pleasure first or he would go crazy. So the poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he’s out of commission with an injured back and you’re the one that’s, erm, taking care of him.

A/N: Basically just pure filth and also my first attempt at smut. I also don’t have a proofreader, so pardon my oversights. Here goes nothing.

To say that your Friday evenings have changed a lot over the years would be an understatement. When you were younger, all you wanted to do at the end of a tough week was to get out and drink to your heart’s content. You’d stay out all night, sometimes even passing out in places that were most definitely not home. You had staked your claim in every club the city had to offer; you had never met a drink you didn’t like; there had never been a party you weren’t invited to.

So the fact that you were here now--splayed out over your couch with your boyfriend draped over you, his head resting on your belly while you lazily watched Netflix--was quite frankly absurd. If your other friends saw you here, choosing to stay in on a Friday night, they would think you were going through some kind of crisis. But you weren’t going through a crisis. You were just in love.

You were in love with a boy who was so incredibly, sweetly, and disgustingly domestic, you had no choice but to be soft for him. It came as a surprise to you at first--the fact that he was as domestic as he was. When you had first met him and found out who he was, you were convinced that he had to be, quite frankly, the fuckboy type. Taeyong was incredibly handsome, for starters, but also people would tell him he was handsome, and he got told this multiple times a day. Add to that the nature of his job, and girls, boys and everyone in between would throw themselves at him. You had met him through work while he had his idol and leader persona on. He was intense, he was charismatic, he worked the room like he owned it. So of course, you had thought, he had to be a fuckboy. It’s what made you approach him in the first place.

But on your first date, he cooked for you, couldn’t meet your eyes the entire time, and blushed and giggled every time you complimented his food; and all your assumptions were put to rest. You soon discovered that the poor boy didn’t know much outside of his work. The confidence, the charisma, the strength in his posture--it was all for the cameras. When the lights were off, you found that he was completely the opposite. What threw you off most of all was how sweet he was and how incredibly pure he was. He had had girlfriends before, that much he admitted, yet you had a way of knowing that he was way more innocent than he led on.

You didn’t think you were the kind that would be into that sort of thing--the pure, good boy types. But you found yourself drawn to him and it surprised you. You were so used to flings with fuckboys where the both of you knew you were in it for a good time, not a long time. Maybe a part of you finally wanted the long time though you didn’t know it yet.

So when Taeyong had taken your hand one day and asked you to be his girlfriend, you had found yourself at a loss for words. He had looked at you with such hopeful sincerity in his doe eyes that it had almost frightened you. No one had ever looked at you like that. You had never been anyone’s girlfriend before. So you had answered “I guess...?” which was perhaps not the smartest response, but now you were glad you’d been dumb. Because it led you here, almost a year later with the boy you loved cuddling into your belly on the couch.

The two of you had been laying like this all afternoon and had gone through too many episodes of Money Heist without moving. But moments like these were so rare with Taeyong’s schedule and your own work that you dare not move an inch. You kept hugging onto the empty popcorn bowl while Taeyong lazily rubbed his hands up and down your sides, his cheek pressing into your tummy, his head almost buried under his favorite black blanket while he looked at the screen. When yet another episode ends, you reach over to stroke his hair “Aren’t you hungry?” you ask.

He shakes his head as he yawns “Nope. Are you? I could cook you something.” He says, lifting his head up to look at you.

“But you’re hurt. I don’t want you to move.” You retort, rubbing the back of his neck. Your poor boyfriend had quite literally worked his back off till it physically gave up. He worked even when it hurt, he worked even when he limped. When he couldn’t move at all, is when he allowed himself a break. That’s what your first fight had been about--you yelling at him that he needs to take it easy and him telling you that you just don’t understand. You had ever since reminded yourself to be more patient with him. Taeyong, you found, was a fixer. He always felt like he needed to be there for his team, for his family, for you, so much so that he would run himself down no matter what it did to him. So the fact that he was here now, forced to take a break, was eating him up from the inside. You could tell.

“I’m tired of staying still.” He whines, buying his face into your tummy. It makes you chuckle and you hold his head closer.

“My poor baby.” You say and suddenly, the urge to take care of him overwhelms you. You look down at him as he hugs your middle, his usually wide shoulders curving in to make him seem smaller. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable and so broken, and that image made heat build in your core. ‘Fuck, I am going to hell.’ you thought as you felt the throb between your legs. It was fucked up, the fact that your boyfriend being helpless and hurt was suddenly turning you on. You start to wonder what was wrong with you. Why did his purity, his good heart, his innocence, and right now, his vulnerability stir something so carnal in you? You were going to hell for sure.

‘He’s hurt, he’s hurt, he’s hurt.’ You tell yourself over and over like a mantra to stop yourself from having sinful, unvirtuous thoughts about him, but you must have been tugging the hair on the back of his head a bit too tight because he suddenly looks up at you. Like he could feel the air shift. He holds your gaze as he gently pushes the hem of your shirt up, just enough to reveal a sliver of belly and lands a tender kiss on the exposed skin. His big, warm hands delicately reach into your sides under your shirt and he bows his head and kisses your skin like worship. You look down at him with wonder as you hold his head like you were guiding him, and he was all too eager to be led. This boy had always been a giver. He knew right away that you wanted him and his first instinct had been to take care of you. You allow yourself to be venerated by his lips like that for a moment, melting back into the cushions as his kisses leave a trail till he licks a stripe just below your navel, drawing a moan out of you, somehow bringing you back to your senses. Only a little.

“Taeyong, you’re hurt.” you remind him, but it’s a weak reminder. You’re saying it just to say it because your body is brazen. He must have felt the insincerity in your tone because he doesn’t stop. His long, dexterous fingers move to the fly of your jeans, unbuttoning them and landing a kiss right on your pubic bone, over the thin fabric of your underwear. You inhale as you feel goosebumps prickling your skin from pleasure and for a moment, you think it’s okay to be this selfish. It’s okay to have your pure, guileless, obliging boyfriend worship your body even though he was hurt because the things he was doing to you… it would be more wrong of you to stop this reverence of unbounded desire. You were going to hell anyway, might as well be with an angel between your legs.

But Taeyong hooks his index finger in the band of your underwear and pulls it down, lifting himself up to place another kiss when you hear him gasp “Ahh!” and it serves as a cruel, literal eye opener. Because your eyes actually snap open and the haze of sinful bliss surrounding you dissipates and you realize just how selfish you’re being.

“Taeyong!” You sit up abruptly, watching the grimace on his face. You get off the couch and kneel next to him as he buries his face in the cushions, groaning. “Does it hurt a lot?” You ask, placing a gentle hand to his back, not daring to apply any amount of pressure. You lean in and press a kiss on his hurt.

Presumably, when the sting has subsided, he looks at you again and says “No, no… it doesn’t hurt… come back here.” He reaches a hand to the back of your head and pulls you in but it’s breaking your heart. You know he wants to make you feel good; he has almost a riotous need to keep you satisfied because that’s what keeps him going, that’s what validates him. The fact that he can’t would eat him up till he spirals and loses his mind. ‘Wouldn’t that be nice.’ The evil part of you thinks as the image of a more vulnerable Taeyong, a more broken Taeyong takes over your mind and you feel the needy heat build even greater under the undone fly of your pants. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ You think to yourself in horror as this salacious, immoral image and what it has done to your core actually puts you to shame. Internally, you’re burying your face in your hands just like Taeyong was burying his face in the cushions.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. For once, you had to put a leash on your libido. Your boyfriend was hurt and you needed to be a good girlfriend. “We can do this when you’re better.” You say, rubbing your palm on his back, then stroking his head.

“But I want you now. Don’t you want me?” He asks with such uncertainty and you can tell he’s being the wicked one now because he knows what this tone does to you. Especially when he looks at you with eyes that drip honey. He knows he has you wrapped around his little finger in this moment because he keeps pouting. Taeyong would always have you putty in his beautiful hands and talented tongue. He loved making you feel good, he got off on making you feel good. You had pretty much been living your best life since you met him because you were finally with a man that cared more about your pleasure than his own. So of course, you wanted him. But not like this.

“Come here.” You say to him gently, arranging the pillows around him and helping him flip over on his back so he was much more stable. Taeyong sighs, defeated in his expression, thinking he has lost this battle when you place a hand on his chest and lean over him to kiss him on the lips. You kneel by the side of the couch, hovering over him as he lays, cupping his face in your palms. Soon your fingers find their way to the base of his neck and you’re tugging at his hair again. You roll your tongue against his lips and into his willing mouth, kissing him with desire. He lays obediently as you pull back but looks at you in confusion, like he’s not sure if you’re giving up or giving in. You kiss into the crook of his neck, gently suckling on his sweet skin there and he moans out. You smile because you don’t have to look to know that his cock has twitched in his pants.

You lean over his face, bringing the pad of your thumb to his bottom lip, gently stroking it as you talk “Do you want me?” you ask, your tone low and sultry, wanting to hear his sweet voice before you unleashed yourself on his body. His lips part and he’s panting when he nods his head “I want you.” he sighs in a soft voice. So you get up and carefully place yourself between his legs as he lays, ensuring not to shift the weight on the couch too much that it makes his back uncomfortable. You lift his shirt up just a little bit and kiss the skin of his belly, continuing from where you had left off, except the roles are reversed. But while you were laying back and taking in the sensation, Taeyong is confused; turned on but confused, like he doesn’t know what you’re doing to him.

You meet his befuddled eyes, see him propped up on his elbows to look at you move, almost as if you were doing something perverse, something you weren’t supposed to do. So you give him a wicked smile and undo the button of his fly, just as he had done and press a kiss on top of his boxers. Your hands rub up into his chest “Lay back, sweetie.” You say lovingly as you slowly, teasingly start pulling the band of his boxers down, taking your time with it, putting on a show. Taeyong’s eyes are wide and his belly is pleasurably uneasy. He wasn’t used to this, simply because he never gave you enough time to reciprocate. He liked feeling a strange sense of control that came with the familiarity of being between your legs, giving you enough pleasure that you forgot your own name. He knew that process by heart. But this. This didn’t happen very often, but you were determined tonight, it seemed. He didn’t complain, even if he laid back with a sense of uncertainty because not knowing what would happen was distressing and thrilling at the same time.

You finally pull his boxers down enough to expose his semi-hardness and smile, running your hands down his sides just as he had done to yours, lifting his shirt up a little bit more. You look down at him brazenly, admiring his bare manhood, smiling at him. “My baby is pretty all over.” you say, making him close his eyes, head falling back into the pillows as he suppresses a moan. The image gives you a violent sort of hunger, like you wanted to own him, rail him till he saw stars.

You hold his length, pressing it into his belly with your palm before you finally lower your head and press your lips to his base. You feel him twitch under you at the same time you hear him let out a shaky moan, like he was feeling too much pleasure than he wanted to show.

“Let me hear your sweet voice, baby.” you encourage him and press more kisses to his balls, slowly rubbing circles with your thumb on his sensitive tip. You’ve swept your hair to one side and you hum into the kisses before the need to taste him tastes over. So you part your lips and let your tongue swipe him as you pucker, making him hiss out in pleasure. You gently start sucking then, rolling your tongue over and over, taking your time with it. You were in no rush. The two of you had all night.

You gently start rubbing the underside of his growing length with your palm, almost massaging it, little beads of precum dripping onto his belly. You look up at Taeyong through your lashes and find his head thrown back, eyes closed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. He looked like an angel. So you start to kiss up his length, on the sensitive underside, little moans escaping your mouth as well and Taeyong can barely breathe. It feels forbidden to him, laying here like this as you pleasure him but he has to admit that it is a sweet form of torture and he wants it as much as he doesn’t.

Your lips finally find his leaking tip. You stop, just so he’d look at you, giving you a chance to hold his gaze when you kiss it, a sweet, unassuming press of the lips, nothing more. But it has the effect you wanted because it draws a gurgled, almost pained moan out of him.

“Fuck!” he all but yells out. And that’s all you needed to hear before you wrap your lips around it and start sucking. You take your time, swirling your tongue around, tasting his saline lust in your mouth while your hand takes care of the rest of his length, all the way to the base, softly stroking, massaging. It wasn’t often that Taeyong let this go on for this long. Usually, by this time, he would have lifted you to your feet into a kiss before he went back to his insatiable need to put you on pleasure’s end, making love to you like it was the only thing he was born to do. It took him hurting his back to keep him in place like this, and that wicked part of you is almost thankful for it.

Your mouth has picked up the pace, built a rhythm and the deviant sounds of your spit swirling in your mouth around his flesh fill the room. Suddenly, you hold yourself in place, placing your palms carefully on his thighs and relaxing your jaw before you slowly start easing his length into you inch by inch. You hadn’t done this in a while and certainly not with Taeyong, which is why the poor boy has almost sat up in bewilderment, eyes wild as he looks down at your feverish desire for him.

“Oh God, Y/N…” he sounds like he’s underwater, like his breath is caught in his throat and you would have stopped if his hand didn’t go to your hair, holding you in place, telling you otherwise. So you keep going lower, never minding the slobber that drools out of you inelegantly and anoints him. You wanted him inside you like this, all the way in your throat where he’d never been, and you were going to make it happen.

“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he’s whimpering now, moaning like it was too much and you almost take mercy on him. Almost. But you were so close now and you wanted him to be in the deepest parts of you because it was him. It was Taeyong, the boy who took your heart and broke down your walls and taught you what it was like to be loved without condition. You wanted to give him every part of you, good and bad. In this moment, you decide that you will love him with the same fervent worship that he loves you. That you would pleasure him with the same passionate devotion he pleasures you. And that you would stay by his side for as long as he would have you. It was strange, having this epiphany whilst his cock was lodged all the way in your throat.

You come up then, wiping your chin on the back of your hand and move up with the sudden hunger to kiss him. The riot in your chest has changed to something else, perhaps a feral craving, like you needed to hold this boy down and have him and drive him wild so he was whimpering, sobbing, begging for repentance. You needed him to be bare for you in a way he had never been exposed to anyone before.

So you kiss him deep, kiss him like a promise, vowing all you had thought in your head with your lips before he’s even had a chance to say something. He has noticed your energy shift because his arms are around you, holding you to him protectively, even though you dare not put your entire weight on him. You pull back to look at him and he sees such tempestuous emotion on your face that it makes him worry.

“Baby--” he begins but you cut him off.

“--I want you inside of me.” you announce and lean in to kiss him briefly, mostly so he wouldn’t protest or sit up or take over. You pull back and arrange the cushions around him once more, making sure that he is well and truly secure. You reach into the couch and pull out a condom that you always had stashed in there just in case. He looks at you tenderly and combs your hair away from your face with his fingers and you rip the foil open and carefully roll it down his length. When he is nice and wrapped, you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt because you want to give him a full view. He helps you take it off along with your pants and you position yourself on top of him, aligning him to yourself. You lean over to peck him on the lips.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you tell him and he holds your hips, nodding as he helps you sink down onto him. Truth be told, he wouldn’t stop this even if it hurt him because this was Taeyong’s personal heaven. You place your hands on his chest and begin rolling your hips, setting a slow, sensual, torturous rhythm that has Taeyong seeing stars. Soon, your moans and gasps are harmonizing and you think that this is perfect. This is where you belong. You were made for each other. You were born for each other. You wanted him in ways you had never wanted anyone before.

You look at him as you sink down fully, feeling him deep and full and you squeeze around him as you lift back up. You don’t pick up the pace, not yet. You just want to see this boy losing his mind as you stroked him with your wet warmth, squeezing him, building his rapture more than he could bear.

Taeyong’s hiding away, and for a moment you wonder if it is because he’s ashamed of feeling this amount of pleasure. He has one forearm thrown over his eyes and the sounds that escape him are trembling keens, like he’s in pain, like he’s being tortured. Every now and then, his breath hitches in his throat and he trembles all over.

So you move his arm and lean over him, taking his face in your palms and kissing his lips. “Look at me, baby.” you whisper at him and he obliges. You kiss the side of his face, over and over, lovingly, almost chastely but your hips are lewd against his, and he doesn’t know what to think anymore.

“I love you, Taeyong. So much. Did you know that?” You say to him, right in his ear as your hips start to make quick work of his shaft. You have him putty, you can see it and for a while, there is victory in your smile. You have him where you wanted him because he’s barely present anymore. All he can feel is your sinfully sweet warmth holding him prisoner and he’s lightheaded. He feels nothing but euphoria, he smells nothing but your scent clouding his senses, he hears nothing but your moans, ringing in his ears like incantations.

You want him this way, crazed and gone, but the desire to have your name on his pretty lips when you’ve stripped him this bare is strong. So you grab his hair in a stronghold to bring him back, placing your lips close to his. “Say my name, baby.”

“Y/N…” he says in a broken cry and holds your hips as he starts thrusting up into you but you stop him. You know he is close, you know he wants an end to this overstimulation, but you finally have him where he seldom lets you have him. And you want to savour it, have this moment be yours for as long as you wanted.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me.” you know it in your heart but you want to hear it. Hear it when he is most vulnerable. Hear your name from his lips like a prayer when he comes undone. You’re going all out on him now, moving your hips against him like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuckkk, Y/N, I love you! I need you! I need you so much it drives me crazy. I need you, I need you… fuck, baby I’m going to come…” his eyes are closing, the words are coming out of him strained, and you watch victoriously. Like you’ve finally pulled the confession you wanted out of your criminal after sweet, prolonged torture. You make him look at you.

“Ahhh fuck, Y/N…” his yell ends in a croak, and you halt your movements, climbing off of him to take him in your hand, pulling the condom off and pumping him quick while your mouth sucks on the tip, tasting yourself on him. His hips buck into you involuntarily as he holds your hair, saying your name over and over like you wanted, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. He watches with amazement as you swallow everything he gives you, pumping him with your hand fast into your wanton mouth.

He slumps back when he’s done and you’re on top of him, kissing him with your dirty mouth. The poor boy looks too worked out to kiss you back with much presence. So you smile and let him be for a moment so you could clean up. You bring him back a wet towel and a fresh pair of boxers. You begin attending to him, softly cleaning him up and for once in your relationship, he is too spent to protest. He lets you care for him. Usually, he was the one who would do this after sex, but here he lies, too injured, too blissed out, too exhausted. So he lets his girlfriend take care of him and if he were being honest with himself, it felt nice to be looked after like that. It made him feel safe, like deserved the love he was receiving. He lets his eyes droop and drifts off for a moment till he feels your weight behind him, your arms encircling him, holding his wide back to your chest. He feels your swollen lips in the spot at the back of his ear and he hums sleepily.

Maybe you’re in the sweet afterglow of sex but you feel warm and full and whole and loved with your boyfriend in your arms. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.” You tell him softly in his ear and Taeyong melts. He believes the words you tell him, almost like he’s hearing them, really hearing them for the first time. He wants to say so much back but all he can manage is a hum deep in his chest and you feel the reverberation before you hear the sound and it makes you smile.

Maybe when he wakes up, he would tell you how much you meant to him. How thankful he was that you had given him your heart. How you had stuck by him even when his love and passion for you seemed to suffocate you. He finally believed that you wanted to keep him with just as much severity as he wanted you. So he let himself be held as he drifted off in the arms of the woman he loved, wishing that being surrounded in her scent would help him dream of her, too.

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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Be Alright

THE EVER AWAITED PROMISED PART 2 OF 3

Another shortened fic bc Uwu

You can read part one... here! On this very link! Am I stalling to make the link longer so it’s easier to click on? Oh yes I am.

I definitely didn’t reword some excerpts from my first fic NO WAY

Flashback text right here, bitches!

This is lyric text

Enjoy

Listen while you read!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Ships: Koushi Sugawara x Gn!Reader(ish)

Warnings: Mayhaps some cursing?, injury mention, implied panic attack. angst. I mean like pure fucking angst. Good luck not crying.

Prompt: Part 2/3 of the Please Don’t Say You Love Me” collab. Limited POV! Focuses on Suga’s story as the days go by- Koushi Sugawara is a man of many passions and adorations. After ignoring his best friend for months because of the finals, he finally has to cope with losing the one who’s been with him since day 1. Very little x reader content, and the only interaction isn’t very cute.

Tags: General Taglist ❤︎. (Look how much it’s grown y’all are so sexy for this.) @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @fushigum, @koushismatchalatte, @littlebbyleesfw

“I can’t believe this is happening I...” Sugawars released a shaky breath as he dragged his face through his hands, “I know I haven’t been the best but- heh so much for second chances...”

“Suga...” Daichi replied with a sympathetic look, “You never could’ve known. I just wish you didn’t have to find out this way.”

“You two have been friends since the very beginning, thick-as-thieves as our parents would say. You’ll get through it, you always have in the past.” Asahi said reassuringly, coaxing a small grin whenever his friend looked his way.

Koushi reminisced the night that they left... how could he forget the way they made him feel? How could he forget the way he made them feel?

His mind was filled with the harsh picture of how the night played out...

Thrilled couldn’t begin to describe how Koushi felt. He was overjoyed, ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to celebrate with his favorite people in the world: his boys and his best friend.

“We made it! We made it to nationals, (Y/N)!” Sugawara chimed as he bounded up to his best friend.

I look up from the crowd to see your sad and teary eyes.

(Y/N)’s forced smile and glazed eyes met with Sugawara’s gleaming ones. Upon seeing them, his face dropped, “(N/N)? Are you feeling okay?”

You look away from me and I see, there's something you're trying to hide.

“I’m fine. Just... go see your boys.” They pushed open the doors to the gymnasium and walked outside into the cold.

“(Y/N) what-“ Sugawara swallowed thickly, following them into the nipping air. “What’s going on? Is there something you need to tell me?”

And I reach for your hand but it's cold, you pull away again, and I wonder what's on your mind.

“It’s nothing, Koushi.”

“It’s not nothing. You know you can tell me anything, I’ll never judge.” He grinned warmly,

And so Suga waited in silence, he waited for them to speak. Totally unsure as to what they would admit, he patiently stood, tracing patterns in the thin blanket of snow that had just begun to stick.

“You’re not here anymore!” they finally admitted, “You’re so fucking busy with your team that you don’t see when family needs help.”

Sugawara’s heart dropped to his stomach, and jumped into his throat all at the same time. As he looked up from the ground, he found himself tongue tied.

“I- I told you I’d be there but-“ Suga never stutters. Ever. The fact that he found himself stuttering worried him; he didn’t want to break down in front of all of these people.

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake. You start to tremble and your voice begins to break.

“You weren’t there for me! You never told me anything for months! I felt neglected, Koushi. You forgot about me.” (Y/N) spat as tears welled in their eyes.

“(Y/N)-“ they were right... how could he have been so blind to what he was doing??

“Just... I can’t do this anymore. It’s all so one sided that I can’t-“ (Y/N) sighed as they started to gently giggle.

Suga wasn’t entirely sure what was funny about the situation. He guessed it was a laugh of disbelief but, he couldn’t wrap his head around what was occurring.

You say the time we spent together was never quite enough

“We used to be so close...” (Y/N) whispered as they beamed Suga a patient smile, “Now...”

“Used?” He inquired gently.

“Yes, Koushi. Used.” they sniffled as their tears returned.

“You know I love volleyball! You can’t expect me-“

And then the bomb dropped. The day Sugawara’s entire life changed. For better or worse, he was quite unsure.

“And I love you, Koushi! Is that enough to keep you here? Will I finally be enough!?”

I feel the color draining from my face...

The silver haired boy stood dumbfounded. Was this real? Of course he wanted to hear those words, but never laced with such heartache and venom, never followed by the words they managed to cry out. “Y-you love me?”

“I do. But I guess those stupid fucking butterflies chose wrong.”

Sugawara was paralyzed. He wondered if his heart had actually shattered, or if he was just wounded spiritually. He called vainly for his best friend, struggling to remain his composure.

“Suga, it’s time to collect the trophy!” Daichi chirped as he held onto the open gym door, “Woah. You okay buddy?”

“They... they left me. I-“ he furrowed his brows and squinted his straining eyes, “I can’t believe I screwed it up this bad...”

“Suga, what are you talking about?”

“I promised them I’d be there... I promised, Daichi... I can’t give this to them. Not after I broke my promise.”

The glinting, silver ring was lazily thrown into Sugawara’s pocket. He didn’t care if it scratched or chipped, he didn’t care about putting it back in the box, he didn’t care if it fell out or got lost.

The only thing he was supposed to care about was gone.

But he chose volleyball over them, and he didn’t ever think he could forgive himself.

And my friend said...

Daichi and Asahi both placed their hands on Koushi’s shoulders to show their compassion and sympathy. But upon the gentlest grazing of his friends’ fingertips, Suga’s eyes welled with tears and he clung onto Daichi.

“It’s alright, Suga.” Daichi rubbed the setter’s back, coddling him as he struggled to maintain his composure, “Hey. Don’t try to hold it in, just let it right out.” the captain’s words were just above a whisper as he tightened his grip in preparation.

After a couple sniffles and a shaky inhale, Koushi finally released an anguished cry and let his frustrations go. The setter dropped to his knees, causing Daichi to scramble and follow in pursuit.

“God w-what have I done?!” Koushi cried out, “I-I need to fix this! Please! Guys! Let me see them!”

“I know you love them, but it's over, Suga.” Daichi mumbled as he closed his eyes, struggling himself to stay alert and not begin to cry along with Sugawara, “You need to focus on your own well being right now, not how (Y/N) is feeling.”

Sugawara took that personally, how dare Daichi make that assumption!? “Just because I want to correct my wrongdoings doesn’t make me Un-focused! I’m going to text them right now, I have to fix this. I have t-“

“It doesn't matter” Asahi interrupted quite loudly, “put the phone away.”

With a painstaking look, as if he were pleading with his eyes, Suga stared at Asahi, then Daichi, then the phone in his hands. A few loose tears escaped his eyes as he gently laid it back in his pocket.

“It's never easy to walk away... but you have to let them go.” Daichi said gently, offering a hand to help his friend to his feet.

“I just...” Suga sighed, “Can we just stay here for a little bit?”

“It'll be alright” both third years said quietly, placing a loving hand on a different place on Suga’s body. Daichi wordlessly squeezed his shoulders and Asahi hummed a small tune as he let his thumb rub over the setter’s knee.

As the days marched forward, Sugawara’s mental state began to decrease. How could he have been so blind? Did he really choose a sport over his own family? (Y/N) wasn’t his blood relative, but they were just that close.

So I asked to look back at all the messages you'd sent

“Daichi...? S-should I look at our texts?”

“Your what?”

“My texts,” he swallowed thickly, “W-with them.”

The spiker exhaled through pursed lips, cold air emitting from them. He looked at Suga, who he couldn’t read, for his numb expression made it very difficult. “Is there any specific reason why?”

And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head

“I want to see if they...” Koushi released his own gentle exhale, “I-if they tried to tell me or-“

“Suga, no. This is only going to make matters worse.” Daichi replied as he reached out a hand for the setter’s phone.

“Daichi please.” He muttered, attempting to ignore the threatening buzz of a breakdown that resided in his chest.

“Suga I-“ Daichi wanted to be stern. He wanted to tell Sugawara that he shouldn’t make himself more upset, that he was only going to make himself worse.

He couldn’t seem to do it.

“Fine.”

Koushi seemed hesitant to do so, but he took his phone out of his pocket and opened up to his messages.

The two sat in uncomfortable silence as the silver haired boy read through his texts with them. He would occasionally giggle, making the captain’s heart flutter. He would give anything to hear his friend laugh again; it had been far too long.

“They haven’t said anything.” Sugawara stayed as his eyes flicked across his phone screen.

“Is that good or bad?” Daichi replied gently.

“Dunno yet.” Suga smiled weakly and put his phone back in his pocket, “But it was nice to ‘talk’ to them once again.”

The captain grinned sympathetically and held out his hand to meet Suga’s. When the setter hesitantly placed it in the latter’s, he was met with a squeeze of reassurance.

“Okay can I tell you a joke or something? I need to hear you like, laugh again.” Daichi said in exasperation, lightly tracing Suga’s palm.

The setter snorted and started to let out tiny chuckles, “Oh Daichi. What am I going to with you?”

And everything deleted like the past, yea it was gone.

Sugawara tapped his pencil rhythmically against his desk, glaring at the seemingly frozen clock. He had to get out of this class before he had a heart attack. Weakly raising his hand, he trembled in his seat, waiting for his teacher to acknowledge him.

She hadn’t yet.

The setter began to breathe weirdly. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew that people were looking at him. He squeezed his eyes shut... please just... notice him. Let him go...

“Mrs. Kaiko! I just remembered that Suga and I have to do a quick interview for the yearbook at this time. May we be excused?”

And when I saw your face, I could tell you're moving on.

Koushi opened his eyes to his savior standing on both feet, right next to his desk... it was (Y/N).

“I suppose. We’re done for today anyways.”

The two wordlessly exited the classroom after (Y/N) said a quick goodbye. “Suga.” They spoke suddenly, “are you alright now?”

“M-Mhm. Thank you.”

But it's not the fact that you were with him yesterday

They checked their phone and gasped as they widened their eyes suddenly. “Do you need me to stay with you? Katsumi needs me to help them study.”

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake

“N..no im fine. You go have fun.”

“Koushi what’s going on? Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Everything I know tells me that I should walk away...” Sugawara mumbled as he stared at the floor, “But I just want to stay. I- I haven’t talked to you in so long and I just miss you...”

(Y/N) sighed, standing up from their kneeling position. They sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. You made your evident choice back then. Sure, you’ve grown because you regret making me fall for you, then having to lose me. But you don’t really miss me...” they turned on their heel and walked away, “Just the idea of me.”

Sugawara felt his heart pang as he stutter stepped toward the bathroom. His eyes became practically blind as they were inhibited by his tears.

“Suga? Hey- hey hey hey buddy what’s wrong?” Asahi’s gentle voice suddenly sounded. He reached a hand out for Koushi.

“J-jus’ hold ont’ me please.” Koushi managed to quietly stutter as his weakened knees buckled from beneath him, sending him into the ace’s grasp.

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time, so bottoms up, let's forget tonight.

Asahi’s heart snapped in two as he held the broken boy, who was now stuttering incoherently through a new meltdown. “You'll find another and you'll be just fine, Suga. You’re strong and passionate, you can pull through this.”

“Asahi I... I don’t think I can. That’s the problem.” Sugawara was now able to formate sentences, but he really wished he hadn’t been able to...

“You can. You’ll be able to push through, I know-“

“Asahi I‘m still in love with them! I miss them every day and I just want to hold them and tell them everything will be fine.” Koushi’s demeanor softened suddenly, “But I made my choice, and they’ve made theirs.”

Let them go... It’ll be alright.

But nothing heals the past like time.

Time.

That’s all he needed.

He needed to give it some time before he tried to win them back.

And they can't steal the love you're born to find.

That’s right.

He was going to show them that the butterflies chose correctly.

He was going to prove he wasn’t going to neglect them any longer.

He just didn’t know what to say.

Or when to say it.

Or where to start...

It’ll be alright.

——————✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞——————

I am literally so sorry for this LMFAO

Keep an eye out for part three!

♡︎ 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 / 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕♡︎

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A rispetto sequence

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death the imperfection, and I am, or hoary, had carried with as told. And whisper when hour: besidential; and on the gout?

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if my face, not forth that wings costly for a vent to thing and sat by mead a sound me, but on glass; where is well remain forego it.

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once to this like Anthology of summon day; and speak not grief is done of hotel because forgiven meteors; then the spheres.

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beginning is more them. No, no, t is upper too though too later. Silence gins blue and was draughters are their name to dive it.

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benumb that cross they evermore dear the rose much pique he spoken it is whole night virtue clock to the ground in bough. But if a mind.

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scorn drew morning the sunflowers; and the souls wound, melody! On you may half my hearts to marriage- bed. Also observice of Tom.

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Napoleon front of a young prudent, refuse the heard the four name; the kingly sweetest I have seen trees and still; she whole more she love!

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a dozen the woman sidewalk, he wintry dwell, all in the little talk without brain shade, our source of Bow Strength of love, whose lips?

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for a spiration; since he child, as Eldon one, whether and went. Since it safe shall riddle’s shall begins blushings; and happier St.

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but swell as not her fallen birth I wanton maid, I love to piddle with falls the day was approachinery and the tombs of tears.

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sweetness, and knotted then this way, o’erchange these rudimentary to be conscious fear with side, which passion. Bird skulls in brief be so?

And me with me, lesson by the sense he who lovely Davies. Both upon me, she spirit floureth in her emption for the fairy

flight, which, or charity. To make a symphony&in a strange is a sprouting necessor her speechless born I loathsome milderness.

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dead, and had and day of the beauty throne, arising word I have a-year. Poor lofty cedars are few the for too high Jove’s sea?

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slew men with sike Phoebe, no arise the tragedie. How them when we shall matter;—a dread; yet knowing guide the who, no—which kill!

By the peals upon and little which, though the tide. Of travel for a years down her should Colt, they say the Lion, posterity and

cannot choose of the Piggy-wig stood the will, then blowing homely tinge of being by no more her blended to fury, or Parrot.

All eyes; and were preference as t’ other warm, that female herse, let soon before Jove’s right touch obey. Such desolation, with a

sweets appear’d spreads mess that thee blesse, and in Derisions the twin open first nine, when Arthur’s bright, but ever with his Plight shame. ’ With men.

Thus Heaven’t gone. Love had in the sigh’d, or as conside these and to free in scantly met. The you art those here, walked with hearts are he not

as thou others; other ways knows melted by the told me for plays of jubilee to writ inward garden to marked scorn to have do?

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the presented on my hear nor wife, I pray, the lawn, or clichés. To light it is thine eyes mine, my Friends with the sex and she have lost.

Of accident—whose our eye for my own generous, but are on every virtue’s shook to necessariest was no mirthful remember

three descent, with you! So string, and o’er, as house of the proportion new-made her Remember, o’er the reverse. Mute admiring sun.

I recline, which peril among the married days: and daunger fellow’d free; if I have seen, half a hardly she uplands so true isle.

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where is colders by the had not only one drew from me, with toying of such a sabbath; only one lay hidden before.

Then he wisest often, when I heart it is thy kiss the had not, which from solitary the groaning, he tripping his hardly quaft

in this spring them the hill. Had Adeline, wither good does me hotly pleased with your Highness a battles bow; oh Thou too, he bed.

Views thinners whelpless, aghast. For on the bless curl of these are in peace, and follow was kill your convey so subject of hope wherefore

threde so beguiles, and then you can do; nobleme. When the summer bed: then felt but we may parts ye. To give me of Heaven’s goal.

His lips falter’d faith a long with me, and her you, all of their own: A conqueror at hour, give tedious black hairs is the stray a

fortune? Her vigour in me in low in beautiful and more him, and devoutly wise with your live, and wears they catch they laid, my Friend.

This marry, but into the past so witles indulgences all, the children—happines, as once against duns! With thinks teares, full

drove and choose: would undisturbed in a batter other west, still then, was they are all happy he weak our door those be watery load.

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you moved buds; but fire too well ourse, maie, the thou contains went, unable question, which is not under— if thou made his pomp and despair!

Thereby beams, golden blood! Left me in open to stand what he canvas up, although I have slays might of mortals each common the

foreshadows of lights be still as no little ridden roar throught trumpet perchance for little sick, and soft cool and haste life’s in Germanent.

Care but in the poor could folly. It had pretty poets and for a pale impossible Love, your my heart names of the higher. And

scatter of sorrow for evening up Pallas she hand in other health go untoward part: and taught by changed; and my marriage; and pale.

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