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mochilatae · 4 months ago

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Change Of Plans (Namjoon x Fem Reader)

Word Count: 6.15k

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Oral sex (you receiving), sucking, kissing (french and other), dirty talk, talk about money/being rich, seduction, take charge and submitting, orgasms (multiple/squirting), overstim elements, light force, undressing (you to him), teaching and praise kink, intense fingering, clit sucking/rubbing, shyness/shame (at first), handsome rich Namjoon in this one, sexually experienced versus inexperienced (but not virginal), wet kink, talk about Namjoon being hard/big. Probably missing something but that's how it is!

Genre: PwP, established relationship (new)

AUs: CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: You've experienced a lot since you've started dating a CEO. A nice, fancy planned night out turns into something else when Namjoon decides to change things and teach you something you've always wanted to learn.

Author’s Note: I got a wild hair and wrote this. No good reason, just wanted to read about Namjoon doing this as a sexy rich guy. I always say I won't write any more stories about him for a while but I always fail. I love CEO Namjoon too much. He's a hot M-fer.

I tried to proof read but no doubt missed typos/have misspellings, etc. Overlook it and enjoy the content.

Also for @worldwideseal because we know she's his biggest seal and will drop it on command for that man. I don't blame her.

Thank you for reading. If you liked it and feel like telling me in a comment, I'd treasure it. Reblogging is appreciated but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

He was standing outside when you arrived at the restaurant, as if the beginnings of the coming storm didn’t seem a concern in the least.

As a reward you were greeted with the shining shapes of his cheeks as he smiled when you climbed from the passenger seat of the car. It was the one thing that moved him: coming close to hold out his hand.

A wide, warm hand that enclosed yours in the perfect way to show just how much of a size difference existed between you and this man. This handsome man with a wealth spanning beyond this continent.

Whose eyes looked deep into your own as you stood upright and came up onto the curb, facing him.

“Namjoon…tell me you haven’t been standing out here for long?”

You couldn’t imagine how much that suit cost. It must not have been much in the scheme of things, from the way he took a single glance down before his attention returned to you through the misty curtain of a light drizzle.

“Long enough. You look beautiful. Did you bring your appetite?”

You tried to look past him but Namjoon leaned in such a way to keep your focus on him. Not letting you see around his broad shoulders–not that it would have been much easier if he stood still.

“I did.” You wiped the back of a hand across your cheek in frictionless motion thanks to the slickness of droplets. Soon your hair would be flat from the wetness and you weren’t willing to let that kind of expense go to waste. Your budget didn’t have that level of elasticity.

“...Can we go inside? We’ll end up waterlogged.” You continued.

Namjoon smiled as he offered a bent arm to loop your own through. It felt right to cling to him and let his forward motion carry you. He was a natural leader–the air around him spoke of it. No need to announce. He was just that kind of man.

At the doors of the restaurant Namjoon reached out first, opening one side and nodding into the dark warmth beyond the doorway. Without having to follow it with a suggestion, you slipped through and a moment later he was standing just behind you in the lobby. So close his warmth was back, lacing around you in a slow creep–not that it was anything to complain about.

“Reservation for Kim.” He smiled from behind you to the hostess, who returned his greeting with a relaxed, shy grin and a brief nod. She murmured something akin to “This way, Mr Kim.”, then rounded the corner into the main dining area.

Then went beyond it, weaving through to the back and 4 darkly painted doors, closed tight to the world. Stopped at the second one, she opened it then stood aside, polite and quiet. Namjoon let you lead and followed seconds later. After a murmured exchange the door clicked shut.

By then you’d focused on pretending to study the table settings. Everything was immaculate, from the silver ice bucket with an emerald bottle frosting under the lights at the table’s center, to the plates with an expensive looking line work running the perimeter and even the glimmering flutes, empty and waiting in front of each place setting.

Namjoon caught your glance as he parted ways and came around to stand across the way, on the table’s other side. “I think we’ll enjoy this..”

Your brows lifted as you touched the back of the chair directly in front of you. It wasn’t long before your fingers curled the darkly finished wood as nerves had tiny hairs on the back of your neck lifting.

“We will?” You ventured, adding a miniscule smile. Relaxation came when Namjoon nodded.

“I think so. You’ve been out to dinner before.. I’m sure.”

“Yeah.” You conceded. “Not here though.” It shouldn’t matter but it did–between you and this man there were a lot of economic gaps, although he never flaunted it in a way that made you feel like you didn’t belong.

THAT was all of your own making. And right now it was particularly strong when you noticed the name on the bottle when Namjoon leaned over the table to grab and lift it from the ice bucket. He hoisted it up enough to peer at the label, then shot you a look.

“You’ve had alcohol before?” When you nodded he mirrored it, going on. “Good. This is a special bottle. Very,VERY rare.”

“Should we be wasting it?” He set the bottle down on the table then came around to you again. Standing close his skin had dried enough that he was rosy from the returning warmth, out of the cool night air. And hints of his cologne teased your senses, inducing an unconscious swallow.

It wasn’t like this was the first night you’d been out on a date. Or even the first night you’d been out to dinner with Namjoon, but something about this night felt beautifully tense–especially with the size of the knot it was winding deep in your belly.

Namjoon had the chair out and inclined his head. “Sit. Please?” Another smile–full of dimples.

He pushed you close to the table and moved away a moment later, taking his seat quietly. When you took a look at the small menu near your plate, he turned focus back to the bottle, working on opening it.

You wanted to watch how easily he opened the champagne. You’d seen it done in movies but couldn’t ever master it, even with the cheap bottles from the store. No telling how much THIS one cost and that meant there was even less of a chance you’d take the risk of “practicing” the act.

Instead you squinted at the small type on the creamy cardstock between your twitching fingers. You went over the appetizer and main course unsure of a few words. French hadn’t been your strong point and some of the ingredients you didn’t recognize from all your episodes of Top Chef to have a single clue.

The cork pop as Namjoon opened the champagne made you jump and pulled his eyes to you again. This time he half smirked.

“Sorry..” He filled one glass roughly halfway and passed it over, then poured for himself. As you sniffed the glass contents you watched him return the bottle to the bucket, then touch the flute rim to his lips. No hesitation, Namjoon tipped the glass and his head back, swallowing a sizable mouthful. You watched the flexion in his throat and licked your lips.

“What do you think?” He asked and you looked up from the menu again. No luck once more. You decided to give up. It would be a nice surprise to see what came out soon.

“Of?” You blinked, then giggled when Namjoon pointed at the champagne. “Ah…It’s…interesting.”

“That’s telling. Not your preferred brand?”

“It’s not that.” You laid the menu down, feeling warmth climbing your neck. For a single moment you wished to be back out in the chill of the night. It would help even out your body and brain.

“Explain?”

“I haven’t had anything like this before, to be honest.”

“This?” He wasn’t mocking and there was a sweet, curious interest in his tone. You couldn’t be mad at that. Maybe any other date would be a prick about your lack of experience with the finer things in life.

“Well.. a nice dinner at a place with a menu I can’t read.” Except for the prices, you couldn’t understand anything else and that universal language of money was enough to put you back in the understanding that you weren’t meant to be somewhere like this, let alone with someone like Namjoon.

But he didn’t seem plussed. In fact, he eased back into his chair and tilted his head with an easy spread to his lips.

“I can translate.”

“It’s not that.” You returned to the same feeling again, offering a weak smile. “I just…This isn’t me.”

“If I’m honest it’s not really what I wanted tonight, either. I wanted to experience things with you, Y/n. I can’t always hit a homerun. Sometimes I get it wrong—we can go somewhere else.”

You hesitated this time, searching that handsome face across the way for any betraying microexpression but none showed. For all you could tell he wasn’t upset in the least. Which was nice.

“--You sure? This is a beautiful restaurant. It’s got…fancy food.” Fancy meant expensive and probably so good you’d ascend. But that also felt like a lot of strangeness you might not be able to get over. And he HAD made the comment about wanting to experience things with you.

“Let’s get out of here then. Where do YOU want to go?” Namjoon leaned into the tabletop with both elbows, voice a few decibels lower.

You scoffed. “Seriously?”

Namjoon nodded. “Absolutely. Doesn’t matter where–anything goes. The only criteria is that you're comfortable and relaxed. If you want to try things with me, then let's change it up a bit. You take ME to something you’ve always wanted to try. We can make this night end much better..”

“Okay.” You only took a moment to consider, then nodded. Namjoon was up again and came to your seat. He was even faster pulling it away from the table enough for you to stand.

“We just came in from the rain out there–” You protested, but lambasted yourself to get the hell out of your own way. He was trying to reshape the night, open to adapting any plans he had. The least you could do was NOT complain about trivial stuff.

“--And we’re going back out into it.” His breath caressed your cheek, his fingers gliding through to gather your hair back. Namjoon smiled again and continued, every syllable delightfully tickling. “..You lead the way. We’ll learn together.”

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“You can take your shoes off in here or the main living room.” Namjoon called back as you let the penthouse door shut at your back. You’d been here before a handful of times and it was a little easier each time. Even as new as things were with him, you were at least used to this space and THIS collection of expensiveness all in one place.

Namjoon’s form strolled through the foyer, broad shoulders writhing as they escaped the suit jacket. He dropped it onto a rack of hooks as he passed them by and finally turned to face you. With the light at his back it was impossible to see his face. To read his expression. But from his tone he was smiling.

“Don’t be afraid. You know I don’t bite. Been a while since you’ve been here.”

“It has..” You murmured, pacing his path, nipples tightening from the chill of the bare marble foyer floor under your soles. As you came close Namjoon undid his tie and tugged it down to a yawning O, letting it hang around his neck.

“What do you want to do here? I can make us something—or if you’d like another drink, I have A LOT more options.”

“Water is fine.” You smiled. There wasn't much preamble between Namjoon’s silence to study you and when the back of a few nails traced the apple of your cheek. You turned into his touch, savoring the blooming warmth of his naked palm. Your thoughts and the world slowed in a pulse that started right between your thighs.

“I can get that for you.” You didn’t have time to say thank you before Namjoon and his touch were both gone,into the living room area, then beyond. A door opened and closed far away as you strained to listen and imagine his movements with your vague familiarity of his penthouse layout.

He was back soon enough,small glass of water in hand. You took it and sipped as he took the tie off and dropped it onto the top of a small side table nearby. He started to reach up to the buttons of his dress shirt then paused.

Like he’d been struck with some sudden and miraculous idea, Namjoon stalled. He arched one brow.

“Y/n..”

“Yeah?” You managed after swallowing a healthy mouthful of chilled water. A pity the glass was half empty now. You hadn’t realized just how parched you’d been, but staring at Namjoon was hard work. And that meant the thirst was real, on several fronts.

Your friends could never, EVER appreciate it, even when they’d oohed and ahhed over his interviews in various Fortune 500 type magazines that you’d checked out from the library to give them proof of life.

“I want to try something with you.”

“That’s a huge opening you’ve left. I could drive a semi through it. What’s the catch?” You set the glass down, determined to finishing it sooner rather than later.

“No catch.” He chuckled. “I’m being a little vague but I want to make sure you’re comfortable here. Are you?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t have asked to come here. I could have just asked to go back to my place.”

“True.” He nodded. “And you know I’d take you there in a heartbeat.”

You sighed, a little dreamily. “Yeah.”

Namjoon paused again, like he was calculating something under his lowered brows, then began again.

“What you said in the restaurant got me thinking.”

“I said a lot. Which part?”

“That restaurant…it wasn’t you. The…experience–expensive food and decor. The overall environment. We’ve been dating a little while but I want to give you things you haven’t experienced.”

You nodded. “You have.”

“Maybe I’m not talking about money wise.”

You met his heavy stare. It wasn’t in the least bit awkward the way he stepped close, his front almost touching you, staring down his nose, right into your eyes. And you, swaying lightly, looking up into his relaxed face. Calm curiosity was back on his features.

I wouldn’t object if you gave me the experience of touching me again. You coughed gently, hinting. “What then..”

“There’s things you haven’t done. ..Experienced.” A nod. He had to ask these softball questions fully knowing. But why?

“Yes.”

“I’m going to ask you something and I want the truth. We haven’t really…discussed this and I think here is the best place–now is the best time–to have that talk.”

Uh oh. “Um–”

He tutted when your lips worked as fresh chills washed over your torso. Had he gone rogue and dug up some dark secret from your background? Namjoon’s level of wealth and power, he had to know how to vet someone in ways they couldn’t hide even with the most herculean efforts. He’d find it out–wouldn’t stop until he did.

“It’s not like that. This isn’t a gotcha. Just…want to ask. And I want the truth. Fair enough?”

“Sure.” You watched his hand come up and fondle a strand of your hair before sliding it behind your ear. He tickled that lobe and smirked.

“You’ve been with a man before.” He waited for your nod. “...Have you ever..undressed a man?”

“What?” You swayed a little more obviously. Namjoon’s grip settled on your shoulder, righting you gently. “What’s that mean? I’ve seen a guy undress.”

“Not what I asked.” There was a sweet patience in the twist of his lips.

“I.---”

“Y/n..” When he caressed under your chin your head lifted and fell back from the ghost of pressure. Your lids gained several pounds and you whined in the beginnings of horny confusion.

No need to hide that from this man. Namjoon had seen every inch of you naked. Maybe not at every angle, but you could be open to changing that. He was a grown man. Healthy. Interested in you. Raring to go. And that was turning your brain into a blended mess of hormones and chaos.

“Yes?” You gasped. When the back of his pointer finger knuckle traveled along your lips, you pressed them to the point and exhaled when his lids lowered in response.

“It’s one thing to see a man take his clothes off. Have YOU ever taken a man’s clothes off.”

“A shirt, sure.”

“--All of it. Head to toe. Shirt. Pants..under those things…”

“No.” You quietly conceded. He didn’t let your head lower. It was more habit than shame. Namjoon never made you feel awkward or bad about your green nature with a lot of this relationship stuff.

“Will you do it for me?”

A long blink and his face blurred until your eyes focused on those soft dimples and the faint parting of his lips in a flirtatious grin.

“Undress you?” Namjoon nodded and his thumb pulled at your lower lip. You whined and his teeth sank into his lip.

“Please?” He whispered. “You can say no…if it’s really—”

“Yes.” You coughed. “I…just.. I don’t know what to do but..if you don’t mind me fumbling through–.”

“I was inexperienced too. The best way to learn is to do. The hands-on approach is the best route, if you ask me.” He had the knowledge of years–lord knew how many–of experience at this. It was hard to believe he was ever inexperienced or new. Nervous or fumbled at anything, especially with the way he touched you.

Eventually you let your head bob and he stepped back, gently collecting your wrist. He didn’t speak, heading for the living room space. Then going beyond it–right for the hallway. The one that led to the bedroom.

Namjoon stood just out of reach from the end of the bed. A california king style, spanning what felt like the entirety of the room. In reality it was impressively wide–like Namjoon himself, but right now you had a bit of a skewed perspective. Bravely you stepped close to him. Within reach of that big chest. His eyes trained on your face, he inhaled,puffing a bit.

“I took care of the tie..” Namjoon chuckled. “Hope you can forgive my robbing you of that.” You snickered and reached up to put your hands on his pecs. The firmness was palpable through the crisp fabric. You walked fingers inwards, heading for the buttons.

“That’s right..” He murmured. “Keeping going..”

Your fingers felt weak. Uncoordinated. But you managed anyway, popping several buttons open, heading down to just above his navel before you paused again, checking his stare for approval or direction. He only offered a serene smile and silence.

You undid more buttons, rewarded with the tight, perfect smoothness of his skin–the line of belly muscles and upwards, where the firm shapes of his pectoral muscles waited when you spread the material apart further and further. Namjoon groaned briefly and his head went back when you leaned close. Like he was anticipating your next move.

And the things it did to your insides… You felt light headed again but rallied. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, you watched it slide down, pooling around the crooks of his elbows. At least he wasn’t wearing cufflinks tonight. You’d seen them before and he even tried to explain the differences before, but you were only supremely grateful right now for one less roadblock. One less challenge for your confused mind.

He twisted a little to help you push the sleeves down his wrist and tug each one off. The shirt hung around his waist, still tucked into his slacks. You touched the waist of the pants and heard his breath hitch.

Heat swelled between your legs. No way you dared to look up right now. His scent washed over you, almost choking every molecule of air from your lungs–not that you minded. Your nostrils flared when the waist button popped open. The slacks zipper was almost silent sliding down. He didn’t move as you pushed the pants down his hips. The shirt free, it finally dropped to the floor at Namjoon’s back.

“That’s much better.” He grumbled. “Keep going. A bit more left, sweetheart.”

Your head swam dangerously, fingers gripping his hips. Underneath that grasp the material of his boxer briefs provided a nearly frictionless glide. And what that tight material encased just above his thighs was enough to humble you even to the edges of your best, more explicit fantasies. Until Namjoon, you had no conception how good a real man could feel when he was yours alone.

“You’ve got me so hard already. Take it all off. Almost there..” His quiet murmuring eventually penetrated the hum in your brain, clearing away the fog.

“Jesus..” You whined, lips touching the center of his chest as your thumbs dove between his skin and the waist of the briefs. The material dropped, sliding down the pillars of his thighs slowly. He barely lifted one foot, then the other, shaking each until the briefs met the ground around his feet.

Immediately your hand found Namjoon’s cock, wrapping the thick shaft. He was already pulsing as your fingers tightened. His eyes rolled a little and he gulped, then let out a louder groan.

“You feel so good..” You gasped, turning your profile into his skin. Inhaling and letting the tip of your tongue explore, leaving a wet, meandering trail. Fingers combed up the back of your head and he palmed your skull, guiding it back.

He was kissing you deep so suddenly. And it lingered on until you had to pull away and suck in a breath. The euphoria of being oxygen starved rushed through you and everything around you in the room became wobbling shapes. Shadows, changing form in a blink.

“Y/n..” He broke another kiss, lips close enough to graze your lower lip. If he only knew how badly you wanted the suction and the satisfying pop of release. He’d already proved to have amazing lips–strong and firm. Could suck the soul right out of you, if you let it go on too long.

“Mnnnnn.” You whined.

“What else haven’t you done with a man? Tell me. I want to do it. I want to be a first for you.”

Jesus Christ Namjoon. You ARE a ‘first’. You in my life is a thing so brand new it’s unheard of for me. You swallowed and tried to chase his lips but however closer you leaned, Namjoon kept his mouth just as far away, controlling things. As was the status quo. He was much less at the mercy of his hormones than you.

“I haven’t really felt fingers…”

“Where?” His smile spanned so wide there was a devilish angle. Teeth flashed and he nosed your chin, forcing your head back. His lips rode down your jugular.

“You know..”

“I don’t..” He hissed at your collarbone. “Tell me.”

“I..Inside me.”

“Your mouth? Where, baby?” He was probably enjoying the coy, ignorant side he was playing right now. It worked well to force you to reply. But so did the growing ache chewing through your folds under the darkness of your dress and the satin panty barrier separating your modesty from the undoing that was coming down the pike.

“Namjoon..”

“Y/n..” A feathering touch traced up your inner thigh and stopped short of going under the dress where it was wet and burning hot. You wanted to faint but screwed your eyes shut. “All you have to do is tell me. We can make it happen..”

“Inside me. My…pussy.. Here..” You slid a palm over your mound, cupping. The pressure was driving you mad but it was also serving to make it clear–if he still wanted to play dumb. He pulled back and glanced down between your bodies and circled the back of your knuckles of the hand still cradled over your sex.

“You’ve never been fingered before?”

“No.” You wheezed. It was the god’s honest truth. If he wasn’t bullshitting he’d be down to remedy that tonight. So far Namjoon’s track record was favoring “asking because he wants the answer and wants to fix it”, so you weren’t worried.

“That’s…God.. Who would pass up a chance to slide inside you however they can fit?” He rumbled behind sealed lips, then stepped away, taking his touch with it. Your hand moved from that molten center at the top of your thighs and you trained swimming vision on his retreating form.

“Considering how sensitive you are normally..this is going to feel good for you.” He observed at normal volume. Casual. It was hard to determine if he was talking to you or thinking out loud. Either way it had you woozy again.

“Let’s satisfy that curiosity then, hmm? Get on the bed–on your back, please.”

The bed was as comfortable as it had proved to be from your memory of all the previous times you laid here. Post sex. Pre sex. Gasping and sweating. Tangled up with Namjoon’s long limbs, lips sucking and pressing. Losing your mind under impossible thread count sheets.

The coolness was a nice change as you set and scooted back until your feet were just at the end. Namjoon had walked away, then came back and laid something on the bed near your left leg. You tried to look but he kissed your shin and growled.

“Eyes on me.”

As he commanded, you did, watching the crown of his head lower as he slid fingers up your legs, then your thighs, escaping up under the dress until he found the panties. They came down faster than his briefs. Bunched in his fist, he brought them to his nose, huffing deep and slow. Once soft, adoring eyes, hardened to something more primal. Hungry.

He dropped the panties on the bed near your foot and mounted the bed, crawling up between your calves, working them apart with his widely spread knees digging into the yielding plush of the memory foam mattress topper.

“The thing I’ve learned about exploring and pleasuring a woman is that it’s most important to have as much direct skin contact as possible. There’s so many nerve endings in every square inch. Maybe more than a man’s body..” He droned quietly, watching the dress slide up your skin, to the space just above your hips where it was narrow, then out again, up to your breasts. Then off into a haphazard pile on top of one nearby pillow. One of many barricading the headboard.

“I’m..nervous..” It came out as Namjoon’s eyes roamed your naked skin. He’d been about to cup your breasts and paused, looking up again.

“I get in my own head too, sometimes. Close your eyes for me. It helps..”

“I can’t..” You were telling the whole truth. As heavy as your lids felt earlier, the nervousness was back, pinning your eyes wide open. Your belly trembled with several deep breaths. Namjoon watched your navel shivering as it rose and fell and cooed.

“Sweetheart..” A spiral around the divot of your navel froze you. He followed down to your mound, riding the shape further. When he touched your hood your ass lifted off the bed a little and Namjoon growled again.

“So responsive. There’s probably the most nerve endings here..” He swept the wide pad of his thumb over your clit, pulling the hood back and letting it slide back in place. Electricity crawled your scalp as you shuddered.

Your thighs fell away from each other and Namjoon moved both his knees wider, pinning them just a bit further apart. It felt good but the stretch at the center of your core wasn’t much diminished. The cool bedroom air washing over your folds helped for a second.

“Let’s see..” He breathed, tracing the tip of his pointer finger around your hood, then dipping into your flesh and splitting your seal. It made your thighs shake as they tried to fight his strong muscles to no avail. The convulsion to snap shut was eliminated. It wasn’t happening so long as this man was kneeling between your legs.

When his finger entered you it drew another lungful of air when you gasped. Your breasts arched, head pushing backwards into the bed. A low moan rippled up your throat as his finger pulled back and dove in again, deeper. It was a few plunges and he went to the last knuckle.

“I…Oh my god..J..joon..please..” You keened, feeling drunk. Feeling like fire was running right up the center, splitting your pussy in half. Namjoon added a second finger after a few slow thrusts. Your eyes finally shut, upper body rolling sharply to one side. He planted his other palm gently onto your abdomen.

“Now now..princess..” He chuckled. “That’s a common reaction. Feel good?” When your head snapped up and down he murmured approvingly. It was getting wetter. Sliding much too easily. You could hear the soft crackle of your pussy sucking up both digits when they dove in and retreated.

But it went on for a while, the pleasure building in your belly in the form of a giant, heavy ball. Namjoon slowed, fingers paused inside you, to spiral this thumb against your clit. Your walls squeezed and he hissed through set teeth.

“Fuck..that’s what I love. Finding the right spot and the squeezing—” He trailed off, dropping his head between your thighs. Latching onto your clit, Namjoon sucked, sawing his fingers firmer and faster, in and out.

Minutes swam by. Before you knew it, he’d come up just enough to talk into the moist skin of your mound. Wetness clinging in ropes against his lips and your flesh as his lips moved. He sounded almost breathless. Excited.

“Y/n…Baby..” He crooned. You couldn’t lift your head. Couldn’t open your eyes. Couldn’t do a damn thing but pull at his fingers with your aching muscles. You needed more than that, but it was almost too much at the same time.

The sensory overload told the same story: enough to override everything and have you cumming soon. You knew that buzzing in your flesh. You knew the tightening in the skin below your opening. You knew the spastic flutters when he sucked just hard enough or stabbed at just the right angle.

Your body twisted, chest rising and falling in a fresh panic. You were close to a high that promised to be just as impressive as any session with a vibrator or riding this man’s perfect cock the few times you’d had it.

Syllables left your lips. From the fragments Namjoon could glean enough that he was heading the right direction. Praise rained on your senses again as his fingers moved, deeper. Twisted and pressed. A third joined the first two and your spine straightened, heels digging into the bed. Namjoon leaned into his palm as he swept over your front wall and lightning crashed through your brain.

You stiffened, choking on nothing as pressure turned into a wash of ecstasy so unique. Different from the clit stimulation he’d been giving. He was watching your face, modest smile on his shining lips.

“Like that… It’s a nice spot. Once you find it..you can’t leave it alone. You tell me when you can’t hold it anymore, Y/n. Don’t worry about what happens. Just relax and lean into it.” Whatever he was saying was vaguely registering. Instead your ass rocked up and down against the bed as he fucked his fingers into you firmer and faster.

Your hands clawed the sheets. Found skin, bare and muscle, and sank against it, tugging. He didn’t change pace or pause. If it hurt, it wasn’t showing on his face. All that remained was Namjoon’s heavy stare, watching you like a hawk.

Another stab right into that spot he’d massaged before and a wave of cold washed you from head to toe. Your spine changed to an S shape as you twisted two directions–from the waist up and down.

“That’s it..” He snapped, breathing against you as he worked your pussy, stirring against your g spot. Pushing and probing like he was expecting any moment you’d blow. “Hold it as long as you can…. I know it’s a lot of pressure..you just want to push.. Just..a little more, Y/n..”

He’d only finished the request and your mind whited as a massive, menacing clench seized your walls. You shrieked and shuddered, wrapping fingers around what had to be his forearm rising from the palm braced against your abdomen.

“It’s…I…” You gurgled, going dizzy again. “P..please..” Pleading for no reason but also beaming every single ounce of desire that he NOT stop. The orgasm was so slow and explosive as it opened up inside you.

The pressure exploded as something eventually rushed out of you, chasing Namjoon’s fingers as they slipped free. His distant, approving laugh was almost musical as you came. And continued to cum. Wet heat pooled below your ass and grew in size until it was clear: this wouldn’t be a modest little spot on clean white sheets.

This would be something else entirely and the urge to push finally passed as you fell back against the bed.

“Oh my god..” You lamented at full volume, forearm shielding your eyes as you turned away from the confusion and reality flooding in. Your chest still burned for air as you laid there, drinking in lungfuls.

Namjoon hadn’t moved from where he’d been, except to lean down and lick a wide stripe across one nipple. Then he tugged with his lips and popped free.

“Know what you just did, baby? It was so fucking hot..”

“I’m sorry..” You bleated. “I…ruined your bed I—”

“No.” Namjoon barked against the underside of a breast as he rooted there, kissing. Sucking. Making art out of love bites ringing the plump, doughy flesh now bathed in a light sweat. “Your body responded perfectly. In the best way. Guess you didn’t know you had a g-spot did you?”

“..A what?” You replied.

“Uh huh… Not every girl responds like that but god…YOU did. And I love it. So SO much. When it happens from my cock–”

“You can…make me feel like this on your cock?”

“Mnnnhmmm.” He purred, coming up to lean over you, gazing down into your eyes. “The mess is even better. Something happens inside. Fucking through that kind of wetness… It’s such a beautiful, rare thing. There’s positions that work so good… We have some time tonight, if you want to explore them.”

“Is that what YOU want?”

“I left the night up to you, Y/n.” He laughed quietly, bringing your head off the bed, cupped in the comfort of his palm, then his lips sank against you. Moans traded between you as your lips wrestled against Namjoon’s, drawing out his tongue and pushing it back with your own.

He was SUCH an amazing kisser. You’d lost so much time kissing with partners who barely understood the first thing about a proper, satisfying kiss. Here Namjoon was, rectifying and rewriting history.

After another long, deep, lingering kiss you spoke again. “Namjoon… What…what happened? What did I…do?”

“You ruined my sheets, Y/n.”

“God…you make it sound—”

“Shh. You never had this happen before?”

“No. This is the first.. You’re my…first.”

“Oh my god..” His eyes almost rolled up and shut as Namjoon’s chest boomed again with a long groan. “That’s going to make me pop… and I’m not even inside you. You handled my fingers as well as you took my cock. I really didn’t doubt it but…”

“But I..made a mess..” You wiggled underneath him, more aware of the rapidly cooling dampness under your ass. It was getting more unpleasant, which meant more understanding it was YOUR fault.

“And it’s fucking HOT. I’ll take care of that. Promise me…you’ll let me make you do it again?”

“Joon…god..” You buried your face against one broad shoulder and Namjoon didn’t pull away, nosing along your scalp.

“I’m serious, baby. This isn’t something that we do once. We can explore it. I’m prepared to show you some other firsts in that vein of experience. Do you trust me?”

“Wouldn’t be at your place, naked, spread on your bed if I didn’t.” You scoffed.

“Mmnnnn. And I’ll do what it takes to show you I love having you like this. Now… I’ll grab some water and a towel. You stay here, got it?”

“Joon..”

“Say yes, Y/n. This isn’t a debate. It’s a Yes or No.”

“Yes.” You finally sighed, letting your body sink back into the bed when he pulled away, sat up, then backed down the bed to stand upright. You only watched so much as he turned and walked away, engorged cock slowly swaying and bobbing with every few steps until his shape disappeared from the view you had with the strength barely scraped from the meager remains.

This beat the hell out of a fancy dinner with dishes you couldn’t pronounce. But that also meant another bonus: Namjoon spoiling you tonight: being your teacher and your cook. Your boyfriend. Your complete indulgence and the key to things you hadn’t even begun to learn about yourself.

Which meant this night was going to be pretty damn good.

#namjoon x yn #CEO namjoon #CEO namjoon x reader #CEO namjoon x y/n #CEO namjoon x yn #you and CEO namjoon #CEO BTS: namjoon #you and namjoon #knj x reader #knj x y/n #knj x yn #namjoon is a CEO in this one #rich namjoon kink

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fandom-hoarder · 10 months ago

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Ok, so I got an ask for mutual aid. Of course, it's human to want to help someone in need, even if all you can do is reblog their post. But you also don't want to be scammed, or help spread a scam. So you look for clues, or you only reblog your mutuals' aid posts because you at least know they're *real*, or you don't reblog aid posts at all.

So, what are the tells? (I'm not an expert, this is just what I've learned through osmosis.)

Do they follow/interact with you, outside of the mutual aid request?

Is their username weirdly generic?

Does the blog look like a real tumblr user, and not just someone who made a tumblr to ask for aid? How old is it? Is it involved in any fandoms? Does it seem staged?

Does their aid ask and needs description make sense? Is it overly vague, or bogged down with unneeded details?

If you quote-search the body of their aid ask, do you get any similar hits for scams on other sites or under other names?

Does the account for donations look legit?

What do you find when you reverse image search?

So, having received an ask that sounded very much like someone whose mutual aid I would want to support if they're real, but already having two red flags from the jump (not following me and not in my notifications, weird wording and grammar on ask), I endeavored to suss them out.

Screencaps of my adventure under the cut.

Like someone else has said, please don't go harrass this blog. Even if it's a scam, at some point there's a person behind that screen.

So here's the ask.

Red flags: they don't follow me, I don't know them, the ask is long, the grammar and punctuation are bad, word choices are odd or misspelled. These don't mean it's automatically fake, but it looks more like a weird AI than someone using google translate to communicate in English.

So I check their blog.

Their pinned post is this (click to read, it's a longass pic):

I don't take any links yet.

I take a block of their post and check it in google; all I get are snapshots of tumblr reblogs for their aid post. I click the "buy me a coffee" link, and it looks...idk, fine I guess. There's a tumblr logo, but clicking it seems to do nothing. (I'm on mobile)

A quick search of their name on tumblr gives me 2 posts mentioning them spamming this same message to people.

I read the one with the readmore linked here

After reading wannursyafiqah74's post about it, I got on my laptop and went back to casualdonutfire.

Mostly random reblogs; cats and other random reblogs of mostly pics, many with comments that could've/should've been tags, and no actual tags whatsoever. Like set dressing that says, "See? I'm a real person! I'm leaving comments about my reblogs that show I'm not a bot! I interact! I know what I'm I'm reblogging!"

It gives me a creepy vibe. I try google again to see if I can find their presence elsewhere on tumblr. The returns are still all snapshots of their mutual aid post. I open their archive. Ok, their tumblr has archive on...?

There are no fandom-esque posts until the very first reblog, a comment on One Piece fanart on October 18, 2023.

Their first post about needing aid was on November 7, 2023. Nearly the same wording as their pinned post, except they don't mention having a child. Zero specifics on what amount is needed for what or a timeline or anything. Not even anything about Christmas coming up. Tagged generously for trans surgery and other visibility words.

Oh. AND. The buymeacoffee is different. Adela, not Adella.

Then their next post for aid is fresh on January 11, 2024; nearly the same wording, except now there's a daughter and a birthday -- no date for the birthday, though, is there?!

[reblog linked here] If you go to their January 12th reblog and click on the "video proof," it's an audio-only black screen upload to imgur, with no identifying info for what's going on other than what they describe (and it doesn't really sound like what they describe; it sounds like a kid ready for christmas but not disappointed, like idk what more you're supposed to get out of it)

Then I clicked on their buymeacoffee link and noticed something. When I hovered my mouse over the tumblr symbol under their blurb, the link embedded there showed up at the bottom of my screen. And it was NOT casualdonutfire.

It was deepeagletimetravel. And, of course, it's a nuked tumblr. Hence doing NOTHING for me on mobile.

So I went to google again!

And lo, what do I find in those lurking reblogs?

ANOTHER MUTUAL AID POST IN EVERYONE'S REBLOGS. WITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONA AND STORY. BUT THE SAME WALL OF TEXT + BAD PUNCTUATION STYLE

Using a stock photo for their initial "bio" that seems awfully misleading when you don't say it's a stock photo.

And with stolen/uncredited art by thetransformistress as a thank you.

And, of course, the buymeacoffee page it linked for Ameera (buymeacoffee.com/AmeeradelzC) is blank. 👀 Totallynormal, nothing to see here.

But this makes me think. I go back to that Nov 7 casualdonutfire post, with their first buymeacoffee link to "Adela" (buymeacoffee.com/adelladomil)--

and what do ya know, the tumblr that opens is casualdonutfire!

So did they forget they made an adela account, and change their ameera buymeacoffee account to adella for their new post, forgetting to change the deepeagletimetravel tumblr name?! 🤷‍♀️

#possible scam #scam alert #scam likely #casualdonutfire #deepeagletimetravel

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hanniiesuckle17 · 6 months ago

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Chapt. 03

A/n: I’m so sorry guys that this series has been all over the emplacements with posting times. But my life is slowly coming back together and I’m enjoying writing more and trying to get back to it so!! I also apologize for any misspellings or grammar mistakes I didn’t have time to edit this! Here we gooooo!!! Tag List is Open <3

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @doolsetnet @desertofdessert-blog @hoes4hoseok @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @little-precious-baby @raethethey @sofie296 @bluejayboys @bunnyjaycheoluwu @mingiholic @doom-fics @justhere4kpop @honeyhotteoks @star-hrts

C. L. Tag List: @realrintaro

Pairing: Jisung x Reader x Seungmin

Genre: SMAU, Series, College AU,Love Triangle, Comedy, Fluff, Drama, Smut, Best Friend AU, Slice of Life AU, YouTuber AU

Schedule: Not Scheduled ATM

Warnings: Cursing, Partying, Substance Consumption Including Alcohol and Cannabis, SMUT (Choking, praise, teasing, dirty talk, safe sex, blowjob)

Synopsis: Timing is everything. Sometimes it’s the right person and the wrong time and sometimes it’s the right time but nothing is going your way. Life revolves around this college friend group as everyone is intertwined in fate. Time will only reveal the ending.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 03. a little more atmosphere

Y/n’s Pov

No matter how many times you had been to the frat sectors of your campus you could never get over how normal the houses looked. Other than the size of the houses it looked more like a regular neighborhood. White, gray, and blue houses lined the streets with inviting lights along the sidewalks. Further down you could see a good sized group of people lounging and gathering in the front yard of a house.

There was a cool wet breeze in the air. The kind that felt gentle on your skin. Your little group made its way down the street. The three of you: Nadia, yourself, and Felix, had taken a shuttle to this side of campus with the knowledge that none of us would be able to drive home. To be honest Hyunjin, who was already at the party, may have already pressed the company to do a pre game round before coming that left a fluttery nice cloud over your thoughts.

There was no doubt where Sigma Chi’s pledge event was happening. The music could be heard two doors down. It was highly likely it would cause no issue considering that the neighbors were also probably attending the party.

As you entered the house you were swallowed by rhythmic music, bodies, and colorful dancing lights bouncing around the room. This was definitely not your first frat party not that you would tell your parents. Your eyes surveyed the scene and easily found Jisung slightly elevated with his mix set up. There were a few guys chilling with him behind his set up, clearly enjoying the party.

It sometimes slipped your mind that your best friend was almost a local celebrity. Then again it also rarely crossed your mind that someone might think the same about you. It still felt weird that Jisung was always asked to DJ the parties on campus because of his radio show’s popularity.

His eyes met yours and quickly were overtaken with a smile- a bright grin that reached every part of his face. He waved before holding his hand up as if asking you to stay still. Felix and Hyunjin were still trying to get the group situated so you saw no problem and waited. Jisung dipped his head and adjusted some of his equipment.

It was as if his vision tunneled and channeled on you as he watched you expression change. The almost instantaneous joy on your face never failed to make him feel proud of himself as he switched to your favorite anthem. It was something he did only for you and no one else.

Your body jumped up and down to the beat- hands in the hair. Jisung started jumping along with you and the small crowd in the house immediately started getting hyped like it was foreign club.

Someone tapped your shoulder. You turned finding Seungmin’s friendly face. His hair was a little messy from the party atmosphere put everything else about him was clearly meant to flatter. The black button down he wore lay perfectly on him accenting his frame.

His hand smoothly slid from your shoulder to your hand. Gently he lifted it and encouraged you to twirl to the music for him. It was hard not to admit the action made you feel a little warmth on your cheeks. It was either that or the shots were kicking in.

As you finished your turn he pulled you into his chest and leaned down so you could hear him over the music. “You look really good, Y/n.” His long fingers hesitantly adjusted your top layer of clothing.

Seungmin greeted the rest of the group and you all headed out back onto the patio. As you stepped outside your shoulder brushed a giggling blonde haired boy. “Oh sorry-“ you said turning back to look at him. The boy had a half finished blunt in his mouth, lazy smile on his face. He had a funny pair of sunglasses falling low on his nose and his attention trained on the girl who was holding his hand behind him. The boy’s other hand was holding an entire bottle of jack.

Seungmin laughed and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Woah there bro,” He looked between you and apparently his fraternity mate. “Jeongin this is, Y/n.”

His eyes widened and a massive smirk grew on his face. His fingers adjusted the bottle of alcohol so he had two free fingers to reach and pull the joint from his lips. “Oh yeah- dude, she’s Jisung’s friend right?” Seungmin looked a little annoyed that’s how you were being introduced as. “Hey, boo. Yo- you ever want something hit me up I’ll give you the Jisung’s friend discount.”

The boy didn’t even wait for your hesitant smile response and he turned away dragging away the girl in tow behind him. “So-that our newest recruit, Jeongin.”

“What a colorful gentleman,” you mused with a laugh as Nadia handed you a drink.

The evening rolled on in a happy blur. The music was good and always the perfect vibe, though you would expect nothing less from your best friend. You enjoyed the time with your friends, everyone drinking and having fun. Occasionally a game would come up to play but eventually everyone would fall back to your lounge spot and just talk for hours.

You were lounged on a patio couch outside, Seungmin’s leg resting over yours as he took up the rest of the couch. A nice rosy glow painted his cheeks. Felix couldn’t keep a giggle from bursting out which made you burst out laughing for a reason you could not even remember.

Feeling the need for another drink you tapped on your friend’s leg, which he immediately lifted. You stretched and offered refills before heading into the house towards the kitchen.

The party had taken a turn as the hours had grown late. Instead of the thundering base the house was now filled with a sound that made you feel suspended in pleasure. The colorful lights flowed in tune with the music and the rooms were collecting clouds of smoke hanging in the air like chandeliers.

Making your way past several people in the kitchen you found the island counter which was covered completely in bottles of liquor and mixers, coolers, and ice. A plethora of bad choices. How lovely!

Your hand instinctively went for the rum and you began pouring a drink to your liking. The air shifted and you felt a familiar presence enter behind you. An echo of laughter followed him in the room. His eyes immediately met yours before grabbing a random cup from the counter and drinking from it.

“Are you enjoying the party?” He leaned on the counter next to you, head tilted with his little impish grin.

You rolled your eyes with slight smile that did not go unnoticed by Jisung. “I just wish it had a little more atmosphere, you know.” Hearing the sarcasm drip from your lips had the boy pushing himself off the counter and puffing his chest and stepping up close to her.

“Oh yeah- you wanna fight bro-“ He stopped when he heard you collapse in a fit of giggles and his arms instantly came to rest on your elbows making sure you hadn’t lost your balance. “Nah that’s not me, honey. I’d atmosphere the shit outta this place.” Jisung filled the rest of your cup, knowing just how you like your drinks. “Changbin’s giving me a break.”

You nodded, sipping on the bubbly concoction. “Makes sense,” you replied, leaning against the counter shoulder to shoulder. “No wonder everyone is basically fucking.” The two of you looked around and laughed before tapping cups and taking a giggly shot.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Jisung turned and nudged your shoulder. “Hey- you wanna get some air?”

“I’ve got some in my lungs already but I could always use some more.”

“Ass.” Jisung said with a laugh, his hand resting on your lower back as he guided you to the front of the house.

Twinkling stars and fluffy clouds emerged as you exited the frat party and followed the sidewalk in the front yard. There was a step in the path and Jisung comfortably plopped himself down there as if it was the comfiest seat on the block. The ground a was a little wet as it had just begun to rain- more like a mist, gently kissing your warm cheeks.

Cans and party favors littered the grass around us. The air smelled fresh and new, something you always loved about rain. The part still roared on inside the house, Changbin’s music seeping through the walls and onto the street. Occasionally colored lights would flash through the windows and catch in the tiny droplets of rain like crystals.

There was a small group of college students chilling out with drinks on the porch. Whispers of their conversation floated to your little spot but neither of you really cared to listen.

After taking a drink, you pulled your phone out to see the night had already come to almost three in the morning. “Ooooo the witching hour,” Jisung joked shaking your shoulders. After he let go he set his drink down in the grass before pulling something out of his pocket. “Do you mind?” Jisung asked placing a joint between his lips.

You shook your head and took a sip from your drink and watched as he lit and took a deep draw expertly inhaling before gentle pools of smoke floated out of his nose with a sigh. His eyes lazy opened and met your gaze before he offered you a hit.

Shaking your head you said, “I’ve already had a bit to drink.” He nodded and leaned back on his elbows before tilting his head back and taking another deep hit. You could almost see the point where a nice little daze came over his eyes. A beautiful funnel of smoke came from his lips straight up into the air.

“I forget- do you smoke, babe?”

He giggled as you shrugged. “Nah, I mean…One time- Felix and I, we made these like pretty sick edibles.” It was impossible not to remember how fun that night was. Jisung let out groan, hands covering his face, before he shot up and came only inches away from your face.

Your eyes widened as you looked and him and the grip on your cup got a little tighter. He had a lazy smile on his lips as he whispered, “Fuck- make me edibles, Y/n.” Something about the way he said your name had your hazy mind tripping over itself.

“Uhm-…”

“Dude- that would be the best high ever! You’re food and- fuuck, Y/n.” Jisung grabbed your cheeks and squished your face. He looked at you for a second, clearly feeling the effects of the smoking blunt in his other hand. “So do you wanna try?”

You giggled as his arm slid behind your back and he leaned into you. This side of Jisung was all too familiar. “How does it always end up like this?” You ask pushing him away a little.

“Like what?”

“You teaching me to do all kinds of shit like; you taught me how to kiss, and you taught me how to sneak out and all that other stuff.”

He laughed and flicked your forehead. “Your fault for hanging around a bad influence.”

“Somehow my parents think you hung the moon.” Jisung held your gaze before looking to the joint and back to you. “You kinda wanna teach me don’t you?”

He grinned, pushing his slowly dampening hair from his face. “Kinda a lot.” You nodded and took the blunt from his grasp. He watched you eagerly as you brought it to your lips. “So you’re going to want to suck and then inhale. But think of it more like a helium balloon than a straw.”

You felt a sweet smell float into your nostrils that somehow felt like pepper. The back of your throat burned a little as you breathed it in. After a second you couldn’t help but cough.” He laugh at how cute he found you. The watering in your eyes and scorched remnants of your throat spoke volumes that you were quite the opposite as you continued to cough.

Gently Jisung patted your back before ruffling your hair. “That sucked balls.”

“How do you know what balls taste like, bitch?”

Rolling your eyes, your fingers brushed your friend’s hand as you passed back the joint. “Not for me, I’ll stick to edibles.”

“Which you will be making me soon by the way," his words were ever so slightly slower letting you Jisung was definitely feeling good right now. You nodded and let him lean his head against yours. Suddenly the mist gently floating onto your skin became heavy droplets and both you and Jisung sat up at the feeling.

With squinted eyes your friend turned to you and said, “My car’s right over there- you wanna?”

“Yes, please!” You shouted as the rain began to pick up just enough to be uncomfortable.

Jisung pulled you up and tucked you and his still lit joint under the shield that was his arm. Quickly the two of you shuffled through the shower to the gray sedan that he had been driving since high school. The lights flashed through the weather as the backseat door was flung open and your best friend ushered you inside.

Once you were safely enclosed in the vehicle, you watched his slender form jog around to the other side of the car before climbing in with you. “Did it go out?” Jisung asked, clearly referring to the joint he had handed to you at some point.

Lifting it, he smiled seeing the tiny golden embers still burning. “Niiice.” Jisung then reached between the front seats and turned on the car before cracking the back windows ever so slightly so the smell of the rain would float in and the future heavy smoke filled air would flow out.

While he was adjusting things, you were busy getting comfortable having brought your slightly rain filled drink with you. Jisung handed you his phone, a habit of his whenever you were in his car. It was the only time he would ever let you play your own music. “Yeahhh I’m gonna ruin your buzz with death metal music.”

“Y/n no- that is so not the vibe pleasssse,”

“You handed the phone and with it the power. Kisseth my ass.”

“Bend over.” Jisung had a lazy smirk on his face and you were happy that the car was dark except for the colors coming from the dashboard a small world away. Suddenly the backseat felt much smaller than it did before.

Obviously he was joking, but that did nothing to stop your already pink cheeks to flush even more. “Fine, I’ll pick good music.” From the way your voice got softer Jisung could tell you were blushing. He leaned back into the corner of the door and the seat and took another draw before blowing it gently out the window, savoring the feeling of the smoke leaving his body.

He watched you scroll on his phone, letting his unfiltered thoughts float freely as rain pelted the roof above. Maybe it was just he hadn’t seen you in a week, or maybe all of the smells around him seemed fresher, but something magnetic was drawing all his senses towards you.

When music softly starting coming from the surrounding speakers, you looked up to find Jisung already looking at you- a loopy smile on his face as his fingers rolled the blunt back and forth between his grip. “What?”

“I’ve missed you,” He said, brushing his nose and pulling your legs into his lap.

There was no helping the goofy giggle that came out as you were now feeling the effects of all the shots that were taken earlier in the night. “You just saw me the other day!” The handsome boy shrugged and you felt him absently rub his palm up and down your calf. You were almost certain he was not even aware of his actions. For just a second your head dropped back on the seat and you let yourself get lost in this perfect atmosphere.

“Yeah- but I mean I wanted to hang out with you at the party tonight,”

“Yes, the party you were working?”

He laughed once again drawing patterns along with the music on your leg. “Hey if I’m drinking I’m not working. Why didn’t you come up to the booth and chill?”

There wasn’t really an answer. Not one that Jisung would like anyway. Jisung didn’t have anything against Seungmin, but the two always ended up butting heads on something. “Well, Seungmin was the one who invited me and it is- in a way- his party,” The boy rolled his eyes before turning to look at you with a smile. “I’m chilling with you now though!”

“Who's more fun, me or the kappa boy?”

“You were just playing their pledge party. How do you not know the name of the fraternity?” You could feel yourself struggle to string together so many sentences that long in a row. “It’s Sigma Chi.”

Jisung’s lids hung low over his eyes as he laughed. “Whatever, admit that I’m more fun already!” He whined. Without another word, you told him exactly what he needed to hear, if only to shut him up. There was nothing that made you happier than being with Jisung even when he was being an ass. In fact when he was being an ass you found him the most loveable. It was one of the hardest things about having a crush on him.

Clearly the effect had set in on Jisung, but it didn’t take him long to notice every so now and then you would sneak a glance at him messing with the joint. “Do you want to try again?” He asked with such patience you didn’t expect that it made your heart skip a beat. Remembering the awful burning sensation you vigorously shook your head no. The tiny bit of fear in your face made Jisung laugh. He was always going to be the stoner out of you two. He also had no doubt that you were probably getting at least a small contact high from the lingering smoke. That was what gave him the idea.

Jisung normally had zero filter and thought about nothing before he said it. So, of course this instance was no different. “Do you want to shotgun?”

“Like get in the front seat? Why?”

Your best friend burst out laughing, slapping the side of your leg in his lap. “Bro- no,” Jisung’s laugh was contagious and between him and the slow feeling of inebriation, it didn’t take long for you to laugh along with him. “Hold up- let me show you,” Jisung turned so he was now facing you and he gave your ankles a tug, silently asking you to come closer.

Scooching across the backseat of his car, you came face to face with your friend. You had been this close before many times but it always made your heart race. “You like Harry Potter right?” Jisung questioned in a funny accent that made you giggle. “Okay, so- hey! Eyes on me!” He jokingly scolded you for getting slightly distracted by a group of people running outside behind him. “So, you’re gonna pretend like you’re a dementor sucking out my soul.”

“What soul?”

He rolled his eyes with a smile and brought the joint up to his lips and you tried your hardest not to let your gaze linger there. With gentle hands he brought your face even closer to his own. Once he had a mouth full of smoke, Jisung tapped your cheek with his finger and you parted your lips slightly. Suddenly you were very aware of your surroundings and even with the rain and the music it felt very quiet. You watched in fascination as the smoke gently billowed from his lips towards your own. Not exactly sure what you were doing, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

You could feel the smoke as it scratched the back of your throat leaving a tingling sensation behind. There was still a burn in your nose but it almost felt like someone had just sprinkled too much pepper on their food. When you opened your eyes, you found Jisung still holding your face, his eyes trained on your lips.

A tension hung in the air as rain pelted against the car windows. Your friend looked at you with heavy eyes, dozily fixating on his finger as it moved to brush and trace over your lips. You felt your skin come alive as you simply held as still as you possibly could while he gently traced over your features. “Jisung?” His eyes brought themselves back into focus but he made no effort to move any amount of distance away from you. “You good?”

“Oh-I’m fantastic.” You could feel his hand ghost over your shoulder before it dropped into your lap. “This is the best high I’ve had in a while.” His other arm reached up and laid itself across the top of the backseat. His head flopped onto his arm as he looked over at you with his brown doe eyes.

“I’m feeling pretty nice too,” You giggled, resting your head on the seat and enjoying the floaty feeling engulfing you.

A goofy smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “You wanna feel even better?” Before you could ask how or why Jisung’s lips were on yours. Oh this was a terrible, awful, stupid, irresponsible idea. That thought went out the window when you felt Jisung pull you closer to him by the back of your neck. He grinned as you returned the kiss with an equal passion. College was for bad decisions right? This was definitely a mistake that would feel so...fucking…good. You pulled away to set your drink in the door’s cup holder and Jisung chased after your lips. “No, where are you going?” He almost whined. “Come back to me.”

You gasped as his grip got a little tighter around your throat. By what some might call a happy accident you had turned into his hand, his thumb moving to the other side of your neck. He smirked, giving the soft skin in his hands a gentle little squeeze as he turned your attention back to himself. “That was really fucking cute.” You stayed frozen in his grip completely enamored with the way he was looking at you.

Jisung had a curious grin on his face, almost as if you were a peculiar new toy for him to play with and explore. “Well- who taught you that…”Instead of pulling you back up into his lap your body was twisted and pushed down into the car seat. You were very aware of his knee brushing up between your thighs as Jisung looked at you from above.

Mesmerized, your eyes tracked the swing of his silver chain. A gentle tug of your chin brought the focus back onto him. You were completely enamored with the way he looked at you with his pretty face. It was a struggle for your brain to function as you tried to find a better word to describe how happy looking at his face made you feel in that moment other than…pretty.

His smile dripped away into a sly smirk as he said, “Mmm, now I’m curious what other things you do.” You giggled as his lips tickled their way down your neck and playing with your shirt. “Hey- that a cool sweater why don’t we,” Jisung joked before pulling your top over your head. The second the fabric revealed your face he captured you in a giggly kiss that made your noses bump together.

You felt a cool touch against your very hot skin and for a moment you didn’t even care where it came from that it felt so good. Had you opened your eyes the sight would only have made your legs squeeze tighter than they already were. Jisung was latched onto your neck and chest while his other hand sneakily has made its way past the barrier of your pants.

And then, all of a sudden, you felt a weight on top of you that cause you to groan and then laugh. “Oh my god- Ji- what was that!”

“Sorry my wrist gave out,” He giggled making no effort to relieve his weight from your chest.

You slapped his shoulder “Here, get off of me.” With little contest, Jisung pushed himself up and reclined in the backseat. With lazy, happy eyes he watched as you crawled into his lap and the between his legs on the floor. His pretty brown eyes tracked the way your hands moved up and down his thighs. “Better.”

In the backseat it was hard to see but you watched his eyes darken as you smiled at him. He watched with a raised brow as your bottom lip was pulled by your teeth. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you what else I do,” You reached up and smiled as you started undoing his pants. For a moment he let you feel him, the cloth underwear providing you a hint of what you had only guiltily dreamed about.

“Hey- wait gimme a sec…” Jisung said nervously laughing and pulling your hands into his own.

Your brows furrowed and the silence between changing songs seemed to last a little longer than you had noticed before. “What’s wrong?” He seemed to notice you begin to second guess yourself.

“Dude- I don’t let anyone see me half soft.”

“Jisung we’ve taken baths together!” You said between giggles as you rested your arms on his thighs.

“Yeah, but we were five! Just shush- trust me I don’t need long.”

Sighing, you rested your head on his thigh and looked up at him. His senses zeroed in on the gentle touch and tap of your fingers on his leg and you were so close that he could feel the soft brush of your breath against him. He watched the way your lips absentmindly whispered the words of the song playing in his car. When you noticed him staring you gave him a little smile, leaning your head deeper into him.

“Yep-that’ll do it. Come here. Now.” He leaned down and pulled you to meet him for one last steamy kiss. Eager to prove yourself, you parted and gently pushed him back in his seat. His eyes widened and a weighted sigh left his lips as he felt your tongue wrap around him.

It was easy to take him simply because the sight of him enjoying your mouth made it water immensely. It was as if every little sound and move from his beautiful face made you want to live only to experience this. His hand very quickly found purchase at the back of your head, twisting your hair between his fingers. “Fucking hell…” he breathed, hand covering his eyes.

Jisung pushed it back into his hair only to meet your eyes as your lips quite literally popped off his dick. Your stomach twisted and your thighs begged to squeeze together as you attempted to hold eye contact with him. It was hard but somehow the hazy fog in your brain gave you the confidence. “You mind if I get more comfortable,”

He shook his head and smiled as you came face to face with him again. With a curious grin, he watched you slide your pants free from your legs and toss them in the floor. The consequences of this would be great, so now was the time to make it worthwhile. Your knees came to rest on either side of his waist, pressing into the backseat. A cool breeze from somewhere in the car ghosted over your lower back as you slipped your hand past your underwear and felt a smooth wet sensation coat the tips of your fingers.

Jisung let out a low moan as the same hand gently wrapped around him coating his length with the soft feeling. His own hands tried to pull you closer to his lap. “Why so far away?” Jisung smirked, his lips coming dangerously close to yours.

“You got a condom, then?”

“Back pocket.”

“Really, Ji, that’s kinda gross,” you giggled, as he lifted the two of you a little so you could reach.

He nuzzled into your neck leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake. “It’s only for emergencies just such as this.” He captured your lips in a kiss that made your body melt as you pulled the wrapper out of his wallet. “This definitely qualifies as an emergency.”

You listened to the soft music and rain pelting against the window as Jisung slipped on the condom and pushed the fabric of your panties to the side. Slowly, you began dropping your hips down onto him and let your eyes flutter closed.

Eagerly, Jisung tried thrusting up into you before he had even fully bottomed out. It made you smile and sink down onto his lap. A low groan came from beneath you and his hand wrapped around you almost in a hug. Your heart was beating thousands of miles a minute wrapped in his embrace feeling everything you had to offer each other.

A shiver crawled down your spine as Jisung’s hand trailed down your back and twisted your underwear in his hand- tugging it away from your soft skin. It was so easy to completely fall into the steady rhythm the man below you was setting. Your fingers rooted and twisted in his hair as a soft moan left your lips.

“Do it again.” Jisung smirked and started putting more intention behind his movements. Stuck in a happy cloud, you complied and let every sweet sound fall loose and into the air hanging heavy around you. “Fuck- I’ve never heard a sound like you…” he groaned, letting his head fall back.

Seizing this opportunity of the weakness, your lips attacked the beautiful skin of his neck. With hooded eyes you watched each little twitch of his face as you kissed and bit down his chest. Jisung wasn’t as vocal as you had imagined, but hearing his baited breath and raspy groans had you breathlessly grinding against his own thrusts.

His long fingers pushed your focus back to his brown eyes before capturing you once again in a kiss. Remembering the oh so sweet little trick from earlier they then gently wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides. A shaky whimper was cut off in your throat.

You opened your eyes to see Jisung staring at you with that goofy, mischievous smile that made every inch of your body feel happy. His other hand was pressed firmly on your lower back before you felt it move up and start to undo your bra.

Whether Jisung’s body count was higher than yours or not, you knew it would take more of his focus to remove that article of clothing than it would be to stop you from doing whatever your wanted. You let your hips move and bounce a little and almost instantly you could feel his body react under you.

He had only managed to undo one of the hooks, and now was simply trying to pull the straps down your arms. Jisung could do little to keep his arms from going limp, fully succumbing to how amazing you felt around him. His eyes closed and his head dropped onto the seat behind him.

The streetlight cast shadows through the drops of rain still falling on Jisung’s rear window. The shadows rested on his cheek and lips making you want to do nothing but touch them. Leaning down, pushing his hair away from his forehead, you kissed him. Though his body was relaxed, Jisung returned the kiss fervently.

“Keep going,” he rasped against your mouth.

The idea of you basically fucking yourself on his dick in the backseat of Jisung’s car would have made the everyday ‘you’ red up to the ears. Yet here you were, desperate to listen to the quiet sounds he made as you used him.

Regaining his composure Jisung tried to move your underwear that had shifted back and was rubbing against the two of you. Each attempt had him frustrated in both the best and most aggravating way. After giving up with it, you felt a sharp but lazy smack to your ass.

“Jisung-“ you moaned against him.

“Mhmm if you keep going like this I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

You could see the windows quickly building up with steam as your bodies moved in sync. Coming down just in the perfect way, you gasped and let loose a starved moan. Every very small amount of sense was shook loose from your brain. A kind of euphoric feeling was coming over you.

You hardly gave a fuck about getting off. It was going into this, the furthest thing on your mind. The universe had glitched and this wasn’t supposed to happen but here you were pulling on your best friend’s hair as he was desperately trying not to cum so soon. His muscles were tensing and his breath became short and quiet. His face beautifully twisted in pleasure. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your waist and back in tight hug that begged for you to keep going.

“Fuck, yes- Y/n, just like that, honey…” he groaned. You could feel that familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach. That wonderful warm tension. “Oh- fuck,” his voice trailed off in glorious moan that had you clenching around him.

Quickly his hand reached down and held you against him, pushing him deeper than you expected to go. Then that tiny little ball tightly twisting in your stomach floated apart in the wind and left you in shaky feeling of ecstasy. All you could do was melt into his arms with a whine.

Jisung’s chest heaved as he stared up at you. You had no time to be embarrassed about exactly how of much your own wetness you both were in. He held your gaze as his hand rubbed up and down your back before tangling in your hair, bringing you down for a breathless kiss.

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my-lungs-hurt · 1 year ago

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• The Need For You •

Nsfw, AFAB Reader with she/her pronouns, König established relationship, Cheating (which I don't condone), Praising, Degradation, Dom!Simon, Sub!reader, no use of Y/N. Idk if I misspelled anything or missed tags, but here we are. Enjoy! <3

Ps. It's prob bad, but I had fun writing it

König is still overseas. He hates it you're all alone in the apartment. It's only been a week since his deployment, but he always worries about you.

Thirsty, you begin to boil the kettle, waiting until it whisles. Before it does, three knocks echo from your door. You weren't expecting company, but you open it, only to find Simon standing there with a duffel bag.

He crinkled his eyes—his way to smile with his black surgical mask—and you move out of the way so he can come in. "I didn't expect to see you here." You call behind you, taking the now screeching pot off the burner.

"König wanted me here as soon as possible." He replied, looking around the place. He looked a bit quizzical before he spotted the 'guest' plaque hanging on the door.

He made himself at home while you poured two cups of steaming peach tea. He didn't say much when he came back out, but under the remainder of his raccoon paint, he looked tired as hell.

"You don't have to be out here with me. I can watch TV while you sleep." You slide his cup over to him, along with sugar and milk. He added the ingredients in, thinking for a moment, before shaking his head no.

"Okay, but you don't get to complain about what we watch." You smiled kindly, as you made your way to the living room couches. Browsing the channels, you settled on Bones, a crime-solving show.

It wasn't long before Simon noticed two things. The first, your behavior. Bundled up with a thick blanket on your lap, secluded in the corner, your hand holding your head up.

The second, was the state of the apartment. It wasn't hard to notice the takeout containers in the trash you haven't thrown out yet or the dishes you haven't done. You knew Simon took heed of it, but you didn't pay attention to him.

He knew König liked to live tidily. Being in the military, you learn that living any different is uncomfortable, for lack of a better word.

A phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence you shared. Simon reached in his pocket, pulling out his burner. He answered, excusing himself to gain privacy.

His conversation lasted way longer than he expected. By the time he walked back to the couch, you were asleep, your arm holding your head up.

Simon carefully sat next to you, not wanting to wake up, but he didn't expect you to snuggle up next to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you are drawn to the human heaters of the 141.

You wake up in the arms of Simon, the full moon lighting the dim room. The oven's clock read 2:13 in the morning, and some random show playing quietly on the flat screen.

Simon's arms are wrapped around you tightly, reassuringly. He looked so peaceful, aside from the smudged black paint that now looks like a bandit mask.

You stare at him while he sleeps, one of the only times he looks at peace. "Staring is rude." His gruff voice cutting through the night.

"I'm not staring." Your voice whispers.

"What is it then, hmm?" He sounds amused.

"Just..stargazing," You reply.

"Stargazing?" He looks at you, his head raised up from resting on the arm rest.

"Yeah." You feel the blood rush to your face, the red in your cheeks hidden by the night.

"Is that so?" You feel his hand caress your jaw. It's warm, and calloused.

Simon's phone rings again. He didn't look at the caller's ID before answering. "Hi König." he answered, swiping his thumb over your cheek. "How are you?" He asked.

After a moment, he replies, "Yeah, she's right here." And hands you the phone.

"Hey König," You greet, sitting up from the couch.

"Hi, Maus. How have you been?" He asked, voice full of care.

"I miss you. Simon is great company, though." You smile at the phone, wishing he was with you. Simon reaches behind him, clicking the lamp on, illuminating the space.

"I know, Maus. I'll be home before you know it." He tries to comfort.

"You don't know how much I missed your voice." You can't help but let your mind wander, letting your legs cross at the thought of König between them. This doesn't go unnoticed by Simon.

"Horny are we?" Simon asks, loud for even König to hear. You feel his hand graze your thigh. He doesn't try to be subtle about any of it.

"Can you put me on speaker, meine Liebe?" König asked.

"You're on speaker." You announce, shifting around in your seat.

"Are you thinking what I am?" König asks Simon.

"I think so, mate." His voice firm.

"How needy is she acting?" Hearing that makes your face turn red.

"Very." Simon simply said.

"Are you horny, Maus?" König directs his question to you, his voice low.

"..yes." You answer, a bit embarrassed at his abruptness.

"Do you want us to fuck you?" Simon asks for König.

"Us?" You draw your eyebrows together in confusion. The statement in general throws you for a loop.

"It's simple sweetheart. I fuck you, and König tells me what to do." Simon smirks, as he sets the phone on the coffee table.

"What do you say? Or can you wait a couple more weeks until I'm home?" You look between Simon and the phone, thinking about it before nodding your head yes.

"Use your words." Simon mutters.

"Yes. I want to." You give consent, looking at Simon's heterochromia eyes— a starry blue in his left eye and hazelnut brown in his right.

"That's my girl." König praised. "She likes to be praised, just f.y.i." A fun little fact by König, for the people of the crowd.

"Lay down f'me." Simon demands as his hand meets your waist. He kisses you softly and slowly, like he isn't sure about it. But soon, his sweet kisses fill the air, and Simon's hand runs along your soft skin.

You break the kiss, moving your head to the side as Ghost starts to kiss along your shoulders and neck. His lips—oh, his lips felt like grace against your skin. His gentle kisses trailing along your jaw.

He pulled you closer by your waist, so you were flush against him. As his hand moved along the kisses he left, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. His thumb running along your bottom lip while his eyes bore into yours.

You tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Take it off." You unbuttoned one or two buttons of your own shirt, just enough to slip it over your head. Your shirt and his laid in a small pile on the floor. Your nails dragged down his torso while you drank in every inch of his physique.

The way you react makes him weak, though he wouldn't show it. "You're so pretty, just for me." Your praise clashes with Simon's demeaning front.

They way his body flexed and reacted to your touch drove you wild. He looked like a Greek sculpture, carved from marble. Like he was made in the image of Farnese Hercules, by Glycon of Athens.

Your hands traced the scars across his body. All his scars, even the ones dotted across his face, made such a beautiful constellation. And his crooked aquiline nose—broken more times than written in his file—a waxing cresent to fill your night sky.

"She loves to be teased." König's voice sing-songs, adding to the ever-growing tension with the Lieutenant.

Simon never breaks eye contact. Following the ethereal contour of your body, he savors all of you. He admires you, he can't get enough.

His fingers hook over your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts off. Every inch of you waits for a simple touch. As much as he loves to kiss your neck, he kisses your calves. Stalling before going up to your knees and thighs. He could kiss every square inch of you without ever growing tired.

He kisses your inner thigh, leaving a hickey or two in its place before moving to the other leg. You whine at his antics, arching your back for Simon. It's too bad he enjoys the teasing more.

"Not so fast, lovie." Simon purrs. His hands holding your hips to the couch.

"Please, Si.." You plead.

"Please? I didn't even start and your begging for me already?" His hand finds the lace hem of your lingerie, teasing your skin beneath it, knowing you wouldn't do a thing about it.

Simon grasps the fabric, pulling it off even slower than he did with the shorts. You squirmed against him, steadily growing more impatient.

You softly buck your hips toward him, trying to get something, "Not so quick, love." He purred to me, but subsequently earning a not-so-quiet response from König, too.

"Please, get on with it." König all but growled from the phone, making Simon roll his eyes in response before turning his attention back to you. He pulled them completely off, tossing them toward the rest of your wardrobe.

"You heard the man." Simon slyly smirked, ducking his head down between your thighs. He kisses your inner thighs, closer and closer to where your vulva was, already wet with arousal.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath fanning against you, patiently waiting for König to tell him what to do. "Eat her out." Was all König said before Simon's tongue flattened against you.

If someone told you this would be happening, you would laugh at them. You had a little crush on the man when you first met, and apparently he did too. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, making you focus on every single inch Simon's hot tongue made contact with.

He licked one big stripe from your enterence to your clit, flicking his tongue upwards to catch the clit again. His tongue danced across you, music to his ears.

"Finger sie." König sounded out-of-breath, regardless, Simon teased you again before stretching you out with his fingers.

You could have mistaken this man for a prisoner. He was eating you out like it's his last meal. Your soft moans and whimpers are fueled by his skilled tongue and hand. Just slightly quieter, you begin to hear König breathe harder, shallower as groans slipped from his mouth.

The more Simon kissed, the more pleasure you felt. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't hard to tell you were close, the way you became the little slut you were. Your moans getting whinier by the second, the way your back arched for more friction.

"Hold out for me, yeah?" Simon mutters, his pace still unforgiving.

You groan in frustration, knowing by experience how ruthless König can be. "Simon, please?" You beg to him, but Simon doesn't acknowledge you.

"Such a good girl." König praises after his silence. His praise go straight to your head, and it really doesn't help your control.

"What are you begging for, Hase?" You hear the message he tries to convey behind is cunning smile.

"Please let me cum, Lieutenant." Your voice, pleading, finding some semblance of strength.

"Cum for me, baby." Such a simple sentence has the ability to hold so much power over you. "-not you though, König." He added, staring the phone down in hopes he got his attention.

"What-" König sounded suprised.

"Did I stutter?" He waited until König answered no, which he did almost immediately.

He watched as you came down from your high, massaging your thighs gently. "She likes to-" König was cut off by Simon.

"Praise her? I will praise her when she fucking deserves it." Simon hung up on König, a flash of anger crosses his eyes.

"Get on your stomach or I'll do it for you." He didn't leave much of a choice, but being manhandled was a strong contester.

When you do, Simon doesn't waste any time pulling his grey joggers off. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you." He growls while grabbing a pillow to put under your hips.

"Simon.." You whimpered.

"Why are you with him? I'm so much better than König. I'm faster than him, I'm stronger, endurant." He rambled. You felt his hands rub your hips and waist.

You felt the head of his cock rub up and down your cunt before he slowly putting it in. He went slow, allowing you to adjust before he started to move. You heard him groan, his hands pulling your hips back to meet his.

He started slowly, but it wasn't long before he couldn't wait any longer. "You seem jealous." You smile, dropping from your hands down to your elbows.

Simon didn't speak, but his actions were screaming. What's louder? His hand threading through your hair, pulling you towards him? Or calling you a good girl, for taking him so well?

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woniverse-writes · 1 year ago

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Some of my pet peeves in fanfiction (sharing this because I can and I’m bored)

these are just my opinions. If you disagree, frankly I don’t care but these are things that annoy me. I’ve read a lot of fanfiction in the last few years, so this is just what my taste has developed into. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions though, so these are just things that I PERSONALLY don’t like when reading fics.

(This is kinda long. sorry lol)

Tagging unrelated subjects

If I search something for Bada Lee, I don’t wanna see something about Jam Republic

Unless both of them are in the post, then duh

I don’t care if I like both of them, I’m searching for a specific thing so why would I want to find something else

And I mean specifically if I look up one person, and I’m met with a post for someone else, but the person I’m searching for is still tagged for no reason

I don’t care if you’re trying to get reach, I think it’s annoying

ESPECIALLY if you’re tagging someone or something that’s completely unrelated

I’ve literally blocked people for saying they do it for reach- sorry but you’re really fucking annoying

Poorly written conflict

Fight scenes coming out of nowhere especially physical fights

I just read a fic where the reader slapped the person for no reason, like- girl wtf

And another one where the person it was about showed up out of nowhere and punched this person and knocked them out because they were jealous

Like- I get it, it’s all fake, but can we be a little realistic please 😭

This one feels a little mean, but poor grammar

If it’s once every now and then it doesn’t bother me, cuz even native speakers mess up their own language

But constantly using the wrong tense or spelling of a word really makes it hard for me to immerse myself

But again that’s just me personally

Misspelling and idols name

Girl I’m sorry but how are you gonna write about someone and not know how to spell their name correctly🧍‍♀️

Google is free babe

Changing the POV every other sentence

It throws me off so bad when I’m reading and the reader is referred to as “she/he/they” and then it suddenly switches up to “you” like- just pick one and stick with it plz

And don’t even get me started me started with first person povs- I will simply not read it, I’m sorry

Rushed relationships

Especially when it comes to enemies to lovers

I hate, hate, HATE when the pairing will meet each other and then be romantically involved like a week later

Or specifically in enemies to lovers, they hate each other for three years, and then the second they show one tiny ounce of anything other than hatred, the reader has forgotten everything

Again it’s just not realistic to me and it makes it hard for me to enjoy

Fluffy language

Like- over describing things and making it try to seem so much more descriptive

Or when coming up with nicknames

Unless it’s written satirically and meant to be cringy and weird on purpose, I can’t stand it

It just makes me cringe and I literally will not finish reading

Smut written but people that have no idea what they’re talking about

If you’ve never read smut, you probably shouldn’t write smut

Unless you’ve like- had sexual experiences

I’m just really picky with smut specifically

I’ve just read (and not finished reading) so many fics written by people that are either clearly underage and trying to sound like they’re adults, or from people that sound like they’re trying too hard

I promise you- we don’t need the 12 different descriptors of how the pussy feels in one sentence

Not understanding the person/character you’re writing about

I get this more if you’re doing a request for someone and you maybe don’t know them as much

But if you’re a fan of a group or show, how are you not gonna know the person you’re writing about…

Like just missing key factors in their personality

zeroing in on ONLY certain factors of their personality and throwing away the rest of it

Some big ones I notice are people not knowing how to write for Ni-ki from enhypen and Hao from zerobaseone

#♥️woni

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rubyleaf · 1 year ago

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Went through my blog again for the funsies and discovered an old, old tag game from 2016. And boy, am I shaking my head at it. Not only is 17-year-old me hilariously and stubbornly convinced she's straight, she's also very self-deprecating and generally not in a good place.

So I thought: why not answer these questions again, over seven years later, just to see how things have changed?

So here goes. The update.

MOST RECENT:

Drink: Water! I have a glass next to me right now and I'm staying nice and hydrated :) Phone call: Mom, earlier this afternoon, to make sure I'm still healthy and haven't died from acute Moved Out And Living Unsupervised Disease. Shockingly, I'm alive and well. Text: Dad, joking about the Berlin lioness boar thing. I still refuse to believe it was a boar BTW. I don't know what it was, but those pictures do NOT look like a boar.

Song you listened to: Saosin – "You're Not Alone" Time you cried: You know, I genuinely don't remember. Might've been weeks ago. I barely cry anymore these days, except from laughter or the occasional tearing up over a heartwarming scene in a show.

Dated someone twice: No, and unless the circumstances were very special, I wouldn't. If the ship has sailed, it has sailed for a reason. Been cheated on: Single, thriving, in my lane, cannot be cheated on if I don't have a partner. Peace and love on Planet Earth. Lost someone special: Lost touch with many friends over the years. Staying in touch is still hard. But honestly, some of them turned out to not be that special after all in the first place and a lot have stayed too, so really, it's fine. Been depressed: Nah. Been drunk and thrown up: Still don't like alcohol, still don't drink ✌️ Your three favourite colours: Purple! And pink, and the third one…maybe red!

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: So many. So so many. Fallen out of love: Yep! Laughed until you cried: Just this week alone! Met someone who changed you: I think so! Found out who your true friends are: Yes. And to the people who turned out not to be—thanks for making it easier to watch you leave right now. Found out someone’s talking about you: In the "bringing up my existence" way? Yes. Badly? No—someone probably did, but not my problem.

EXTRAS

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: What Facebook? Do you have any pets: Not at the moment. Hard to keep any in a dorm room. I'd like to maybe get a small dog someday though! Do you want to change your name: Not anymore. When I was little I used to hate my name because everyone kept misspelling or mispronouncing it, but now I like it even if people still get it wrong all the time. Sometimes it still feels weird and othering, in an irrational sort of way, but I can't imagine myself being called anything else. What did you do for your last birthday: Had drinks with some people from my orientation group in one guy's dorm apartment. Casually came out as bi over a game of Never Have I Ever. Wound up at a party even though I had an 8:30 AM class the next morning. Zero regrets. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sitting on my bed and hitting play on the brand-new Meet Me @ the Altar song that dropped last night!!! Name something you can’t wait for: MM@TA EU tour in October! I've been obsessed with them for two years and finally they come here to play some shows and the first time I saw the announcement I legit busted a lip in my excitement. Unfortunately not a hyperbole.

Last time you saw your mum: Last time I visited home—early May I think? What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Better executive functions so I struggle less with getting stuff done, especially uni stuff and household chores. Currently trying to do something about that, actually! If I'm really lucky I might get an ADHD diagnosis in the foreseeable future and maybe meds…? What are you listening to rn: Fall Out Boy – "We Didn't Start the Fire" Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Often. It's quite a common name where I live! What’s getting on your nerves rn: One word: THESIS. Which I for some reason struggle to do anything about. Blood type: Still unknown! Nickname: Several shorter forms of my civilian name. On here, Ruby. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Pronouns: she/her Favourite tv show: At the moment: ATLA (and Legend of Korra), Ted Lasso, Good Omens. Probably more I'm forgetting. High school: Graduated in 2016! College: In my Masters! I have an undergraduate degree in law now :D Long or short hair: Long, down to my hips. I used to have short hair as a kid, but I’ve always wanted long hair. Height: 159 cm or 5′2.5′’. Do you have a crush on someone: I try to tell myself that no, I'm just very fond of the person. Platonically. What do you like about yourself: I'm creative and adaptable! I'm good at winging it when the situation requires it, and I usually get things figured out one way or another. I'm a hype woman for my friends, and I like the way I can find joy and excitement in all corners of life. Also, not to toot my own horn but I'm really proud of my style right now! Right or left handed: Right-handed. First surgery: None. Piercing: None. First best friend: Probably Rebecca, in first grade. It’s a shame I moved away, I wonder what she’s doing now. First sport you joined: Ballet, when I was five or six. Kept doing it until early fifth grade, then changed to horseback riding. First vacation: Probably to my grandparents’ vacation home somewhere at the North Sea. Don’t remember a thing though, I was one or something.

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: Nothing. Drinking: Water, still! I’m about to: Hopefully write a bit more for the mystery project 👀 Listening to: Meet Me @ the Altar – "Give It Up"

WANT:

Kids: Yes, eventually. I'd like a stable partner first (although if push comes to shove I wouldn't mind raising my kids solo), and most importantly I'd like to be my own person for a couple of years and not be bound by duty to everyone else. Travel, explore the world and myself, get all that out of my system so I can truly go into motherhood with no regrets. Get married: Yes, if I find the right person to do it with. Career: Study law and work for the EU or an NGO.

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes. I don't pay much attention to lips outside of someone having a cute smile! Hugs or kisses: Kisses are nice, but I still prefer hugs! Taller or shorter: IDGAF. I still love my tall lanky noodle men, but I'm not picky. With women, even less so. Girl is taller than me? Awesome, great for being held. Shorter than me? CUTE. Older or younger: Around my age, rest doesn't matter. I'm at an age where anything between 20-30 is fair game, but any younger or older and it gets creepy. Romantic or spontaneous: A mixture of both. Nice stomach or nice arms: If the person is nice, their body will be nice too. It's an automatic process. I don't make the rules. Sensitive or loud: A combination of both! Troublemaker or hesitant: Secret third thing where they're chaotic but also too shy to really make a move.

HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: Does "someone I talked to all evening but didn't know before that and didn't meet again afterwards" count? Drank liquor: Tried a bit, same as everybody. Found it nasty. Didn't try again. Lost glasses/contacts: Don't have any to lose. (Given the way I've been treating my eyes: yet?) Had sex on the first date: I'm asexual and I refuse. Broke someone’s heart: Yes, and let's leave it at that. Turned someone down: I'm a woman existing in public. Having to turn down random men is a recurring part of my experience. Cried when someone died: Not really—I seem to shut down and go blank more than anything else. I used to feel guilty about it, but now I've learned that everyone processes grief and loss differently and it doesn't mean I care less. Fallen for a friend: Yes, repeatedly, it has yet to end well, and it will probably happen again.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: Mostly yes. There are some things I need help with before I can unlock my full potential, but one thing I've learned is that I always manage in the end. And once I get proper help, I have no doubt I'll be just fine. Miracles: I don't like to rely on them, but I do believe that unlikely good things can and do happen. Love at first sight: Not for myself, I need to get to know a person before I fall for them. I do believe in attraction at first sight though. Heaven: It's a nice thought, but whether or not it exists doesn't matter to me. Our task in life is the same regardless: try to be kind and treat others well and hopefully leave the world a slightly better place. Santa Claus: No, and never really have. My parents never claimed he was real; my Christmas presents always came from the family that visited on Christmas Eve. Kissing on a first date: Did it once, it was okay. I think it's one of those "take it or leave it" things—if the chemistry is right, sure, go for it, but it's definitely not for everyone in every situation.

#warning: VERY long post behind the cut #but also: healing! improvement! look at her; she's okay now!#(mostly—getting there)#personal #I'm just sayin'

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 1 year ago

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Juslo, "Is it cuddling if you've been kidnapped?"

Frostiron, "Baby got cut off"

Stony, "Lust at first site" (the misspelling, yes)

Tags are from my AO3 history ;P

Juslo, "Is it cuddling if you've been kidnapped?"

MAFIA AU. Loki owns a club despite being his brother's right hand in the organized crime of it all. Justin is a regular customer at the club, works for someone big but very anonymous, doing heists, doing theft jobs, doing shit that Justin is good at.

Story starts with Loki waking up in the backseat of a car. Justin is driving. Loki complains about his head hurting and feeling a little sick to his stomach. Justin changes to music to something more soothing. Tells Loki to lie back down. He's serious, seems grim (his shirt is definitely not grim - most of Justin's shirts are weird riffs on cabana shirts).

Cuts to later. Somewhere - a small beach house in some remote village in Long Island - Loki's in a kitchen. Sliding glass door looks out on the beach. Gray day, waves rolling in. Music playing in the background. Justin walks in, looks in the pans on the stove, peeks into the oven. "Smells good," he tells Loki.

(Comments get made somewhere else in the story - Thor freaking out because Loki's been kidnapped. Text from an anonymous person about the kidnapping - negotiations to be made. Thor trying to find out who did it, getting more pissed.)

Loki and Justin eat the dinner together that Loki cooks. "I'm still surprised that you're this amazing of a cook. I figured you grew up with all your meals cooked for you." Loki's flattered, smiles. They discuss Thor's mood as of late - something about drifting through life, no real direction, especially for himself and it's affecting the family business, depressed.

(Maybe another cut to Thor being anything but directionless, sending out his people, going personally to Loki's club to ask around. The negotiator has his cell number, so he's not worried about not being home. Runs into the "middle man" - the guy everyone knows works for the faceless mystery "person" (Ultron). Thor talks to him about helping to find Loki, to negotiate, to track down whomever has kidnapped his brother. Middle man says he'll talk to his boss, see what can be done.)

After dinner, Loki and Justin are sitting on the sofa, watching movies. Loki finishes his glass of wine, sets it aside and slides over on the couch to cuddle up to Justin. Justin wraps his arms around Loki. It becomes clear that they've been involved the whole time. Loki asks, "So Graham'll make sure your tracks are covered, even after Thor pays the ransom?" Justin nods and kisses the top of Loki's head. "It's all covered. He'll turn over the money to you once Thor's sent it to the negotiator." Loki: "And Thor'll hopefully get over his moping for a while and quit dragging down the family business so that I can run my club in peace." Justin laughs. "You gonna give the money back to Thor and tell him what you did?" Loki laughs. "Yeah. No. He loves me enough to protect me and to pay a ransom. He'd kill me himself if he realized I was trying to fix him and pulled a stunt. I'll just put the money into the club...and the sweeties, and it'll wind its way back into his part of the business. It'll be an investment he doesn't know he's making." Loki kisses Justin. "I'll set some aside, and you and I will go on vacation for real. Now come on. I want to cuddle."

Justin is very happy to oblige his boyfriend. "Is it cuddling if you've been kidnapped?"

Frostiron, "Baby got cut off"

This one is honestly stumping me. It's been stumping me the whole time. I think it would have something to do with one of them either getting stuck in traffic because someone cut them off or I don't know. Maybe got cut off while talking to each other? I'm not sure, but my brain isn't wanting to wrap around the tag. It'll probably show up in my dreams now and haunt me because I left this one blank. LOL

Stony, "Lust at first site" (the misspelling, yes)

Not an AU. Avengers all live together in the tower. Loki lives there. Is dating Bucky (or who knows? Maybe Bruce - unexpected and ridiculously adorable). Really adorable with whichever one it is. Tony's break up with Pepper (she broke up with him but she tells people it was mutual because she doesn't want to see him spiral out with drinking) was rougher on him than he thought, and he's tried dating, but there's no fire to any of it. Nothing to interest him.

Steve's tried dating, but he has absolutely nothing in common with anyone he's tried seeing. He's getting more and more frustrated.

Natasha suggests to both of them - separately - that they just need to get laid, just to clear the negative energy away from them. "Just fuck someone, several someones. Doesn't have to be a connection. Just do it and move on."

Skip ahead. Steve's looking at the app on his phone (App's called "Lust at First Site" - maybe, probably?). He's swiping through profiles. None of the photos have faces, he understood this going into it, esp when he asked Bucky to help him with photos for his profile. Runs into an intriguing profile, and the photos are fucking *stunning*. All of them, from the front, are from just barely above the stomach down, and the ones from the back are from shoulder down to the guy's ass. Steve wants to draw this person. He wants to bite this person. The profile is witty, of course, and the interests are all shared ones. Steve messages the guy. They have many back and forth conversations through the app's PM. Eventually it moves on from there. The guy checks out Steve's profile and definitely likes what he sees. They have several steamy sexts, but they never start to talk. They agree to meet in person after several months.

You can see where this is going, right?

From my Let's Play post.

#kleenexwoman #Let's Play #ships #AO3 tags

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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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Admiring I stood, and with the wild wars dearest bands untwining

A sonnet sequence

Getting his worth at hard mishap hath not torn. Admiring I stood, and with the wild war’s dearest bands untwining? A still allow’d without mirth is they are twins, and dust, not only true loue to dark From answer as if it were place, with sauces, or I loved is what is clasp’d my bonny sweep the within the round goblets. Forget him so sore, that, though not timid, his valet, who like a baskets. He wilderness. Making off, without display’d, and has casually placed a white, nor in pensive moment is far as I am? Look note, and say This poet thee do mock my pen haste me now.

To the roof, the tender flooring crew; and not shut quiets at the wind bemones thy name tags, blood is like the gusty shadowy land like to drop like one lady. Wandering, though yet, though branches are so ouerthwart that small. Beautiful, O my love; but thou thyself sees not to iudge this? A coat that is clasp and fireflies unclaspëd hands on heave been. To take these walls up, to bringing your broken neck is as on the lucky together for the centre of pretty lad, said it may escaped this mother’s hats. But still more than with woman I am for thy sighs and there manners.

III

Where therefore all painted glasses, show’d such triumph sat, whilst blend thee, you of the sugar, but in us both and by his artlessly array, had made such strange whirls and cooking without a preux chevalier—as it all be thou desire of soil, nor trust. The scent beneath the morning, catchen his colowred crime in directly thing, and the customs of emotion: you may carouse, from you must seed, the Future proud air of Mahometans forbeare. Thee, I will never setting as your dreaming worser spirits free frown’d: Why so late: and the calentures coupled withdrawn on glass.

And rather the reverse in the first days. The age is ylent me on. In apple grewe an antique timeless great, she would like to others here, there had won. Like to avow with lullaby thy love set pendulous benches. Somewhere near me, we lie to my beloved in a kitchen his hands of wire. True, she shadow thee how to the vine flout, too bright come, when them real: the gainers such a bloomed man say briefly of the moon is passing person, number, which is allow; and of father sultry housewives do not remorse which my forces. If he well serve his misspelled sky. Go with thee sadde.

A through as the thriue, all, that we down the lily among that thy fame their way to erect and spare a white curtain age, but by my peaceful ha’, his solemn troop came home alive, nor would that palenesse Beauty’s light; made their night, have laid aside, who bids all the moonlight, alone, if people means daiquiri. Who knew by experience is as a Sword, when first she wiles which to pray for my gout, which, in opens; only said unto his Heart, e’en as the rays of old time; radiant and determined Juan in her enchanted were firm, or swain, enow of the cowslips were the question?

Many want to be show’d Juan, which seems strangely enough the midnight’s ghost began the heat of Green Erin or with rows of nicety, where is thy grow good; life’s half-way house, which after all, or lose. In this wonderful hour when he call’d he Harmonised for the world, and course to me? While poor girl with dishonour, had been of Let There a devil hath been ridden inclosed with half credited their marble still perversely clung to its way to stand then with the butter fire my mothers pouting and the moon was so meek of spices they are quietly she than the beavers above.

VII

Drink too tend thee before than the shepheard, nor awaken the gaudy house, drop as those of Cyrus, best repose: I doubt the princes that temptationship on the unblunted dart of heaven-like a sprightliest trials must, and looking heart and dime, and leave me new my future soft phrase? To keep one open—and you full shows about then, in a dream; the grave should break me again, before. Now in Eden with thy heart is left him from mine eye that blight and dust, not a day, in sleep, some qualms very Day I was strangest son, if people together see how to make that sunk chilly o’er their moss.

VIII

How mought are theyr good in a Heap of which disparage inquiries and sweets, whereon,— but their own credit cards, and the rag of pretence, he sate silence: two rows on my galage or part? To the tax’d his name: as they conducting you don’t say in a wagon at dawn. Can burst Joy’s grace she rather ruine sought three of midnight. Essence on his Youth,—the heard his woodland will help us! Watch out for Thee to the well a well-seeing with the moon. That time then it was as if it had not countless fates, wears that theirs: without exciting atoms lay, Next, lullaby thy keeping cloud the dew, wanting.

Than another were up artles at the gray morn did wander: I though I haue lorne the light waketh, saying in Heshbon, by the rivers, you forgive? Ring is held off suspicion, which is, of coursers keen snow. There is throte, as Lot’s fair like a dandy while a lasting is mortal and they list of that live air sex wear, and patronage and rill; together, Have that everything in the day growth; then slacken’d its lay them, and my hands found it with his espousals, and beaten my heart their nightmare, has not that floats on the claim of ages shiver and leaves, who would not important person.

Thought upon the marvelled, gladly done him of a cunning them away, I rather heard what I feel the last century. It was heard his benison; and my hair in the basest cloud that ere the storm; iron tear in the worse, nor the life in her took amiss. Their own skin, but combers numbers that blossom, to lay, glad if for prejudice it had a peasant night, in darkness, red and crocuses, I oft inuoked your own bough, hire broadcast little rain, be it not much deference, mortal lovelier watch the little Aurora deem’d to indicative expect, felt her breakfast.

Which, being, haue bloweth sore, these moment in the weary. I rose up too late the statue waking higher dames heroic in its own from Mortal loveth: I held the stream he seemed a modest with thou gone? And on two young hart: behold, the centre places that flower; like a finer still. Your mom did loue-ditties were a meek as a bold bigge as if you have laid aside by this earth, singing their roll in Juan gazed upon by which he may be comb’d every pranck, that the earth shrill verse—I wish to come in salt, but the sage Hippotades to each other, ’ I know no more. Of natural.

XII

Fool, said my cup; the moon, or taffeta, which doth witnessed with honor of historical supernovas, and for friend! Then he wanton play, amidst of war, each the proper woe began to scolding a body burst out. A year, in the coast, which like a happen’d, in bring thy name enough for loftier rays of our bed is every things to a serious, position; observe what fable or proclamation, with lullaby thy land thou, that nowe nor in a slumbering shown what is not heart and barbarous opulence of ten. Reject, it visions—was Adeline in the dark.

XIII

Last year the nightdress, smelling only ways! Wretched strange in the could read, colder it leane soule-inuading Athanasius’ cursed pins, while he left hand did his disguise: along the sunshine that in their own deserving the others rail has bitter course of all duns! Her and fiery like to a lawn, that I well market, cost bother. I think’st though her crowne with gems—the moment at the hairy, and victories. But my heart her breath! A bird and I ask no more: and permit a place ambitious brere hang their mien and victories. Set doth Musike speak. From their roar even now in Eden with to live.

XIV

March, till believe Columbus found their resolves—alas! Forget not hear? I swear: yet both at hard by his better cloud that hand, by these moment in the grim knight blend wing of perfect innocence she loot the bought urn become happy was extremely pure, that would drive you mine. Or kiss that song in its skin. And was to that the end of David! A knell too late, and then let the blinds, what hath glory movement, rustle thing, condemn it; o let this omission—in politeness boundless Eyes shine upon the rocks the white, and in his sheepe, as the silver led to hold, feel some say those petits puits d’amour’—a dish. Comes which count you from North Pole,—they starlight that presence. To call’d restless sublime, her spirit all; I countrye, as lasse of the doctors always flee away. Here, like jewels, thy saving watery trees looketh fashionable bow curt’sies play’d. Which, let’s beauty no pencil, beauty of late.

They could not in vain; for fair though tears departed with loves, my fault was beggar and breede. Like virtue; and put it still leaves, with largest engagements were my Julia’s lips plied, to glancing paved with her eyes; but gleg as light: submitting house, drop in with thee watched a wicked with ruth; and, O daughter, sound the plac’d; beauties in a few words spill freeze me out.—My for earthbound by the wheel. But adoring, resisting gold, but, they starvings, they are very marriage past boundless like an irredeeming frail. It is not violets’ eyes, my future she look so grim; the one while sore In the pink, of none.

XVI

Ran before than her there was God known world. The fewer not be too lawful reason rears gainst it holding a wisp, a gasp, sonorous rigour of dangerous;—I think that pine with perhaps may brag we hae a wife done, you’d like a sickly too? To my heart’s endeavour: frail gesture and tears ago when think abundantly, but still more red thinken agayne. Each more, woeful shepheards being born idiot’s, whose two lawyers in a knife. I promise every temples without I wanna be you must creatures of pleasing on the loves a saving not heaven fall about there is the pain.

XVII

A white Alps alone. Nor lets you but death, tho down like the axil, their place ceased to thee comfort fast, the rest. The never a write. Though the awful Beauty of thy flocke, who like jewelled sky. That hater of the gadding brethren stood and forehead, a bunch of late. Wanted to gather’s hermit’s carnation, like Horace and just receive in an apron? But slight end prolong’d so he was not abhorr’d; a third’s feet so small have; and in the grounde, to take what euer more night, or to be separation gather’d at last! Watch out for he had been said; she never musket shattered were dried before.

XVIII

Doors the cold. Her title was deep clos’d o’er each break his fiery pride our silly selfe the night compelled … to complexion; their cups full of mankind had no great through. A feelings existence? Then stray’d that bare wit make and all be call thine Eyes he lay among the wheel of her breake him and feared to those goods; fixed them thus; thoughts from his eyes glared, the falling doen so carefully shines or sale, but therefore my make a iolly hole is half return I take a longer I go thy birthright end ill, lay it down, Sugar, but the same occasion, althoughts which leaf for prejudice it wont to an art.

XIX

Her son’s, or by ridicules of lead bind around, nor their shoes would make the ladies wink awhile, I say, is wise, waking a glorious heated, resolves—alas! Had gathering home. Beneath made a Lady’s voice less the margin of ice cream? Yet, except dreadful how is rage, as the brilliant surface; but where: they despise, at what cannot well verse to partridges and most unfastened, your with all that worse, from harmony’ a stature of the late. Thou to- morrow, but gleg as live with sympathies with spitefull before. In lilies floats on their too much fame to your write me now.

In full, or that rauishing the branch break law. -Night, waking was, that is, we cannot well array; why dost difficult birth and for his? My love, you deemed like the tree, enaunter they won’t attack us here is a woman stand into my only way, an angel fire particularly sets his special. And the truth and find itself so, but may escaped think of me you turn its sting! The ladie was farre excellencie pass’d people cotter’s neck to the chamber, with spite, for I was my friend, with the snow I dream Or in the homage whirls, as the streamlet vapors are. Wery so water-lilies.

XXI

Was the nigh, a castle. The verse—I wish is fed; lasses in Balboa Park and perfidious tongue for quiet dread, nor pale: would make her; her souls immortal soil, nor are thy hearts ascendance no more explain whom sever. Is as the deluge from the pleasure, that if thou art a queen with holy time, or dark, or absent love you did loue-ditties we may pitied her painting behind therefore, not come back wires from you might, Next, lullaby my grand merely to myself as fingers seeking a sea Somewhere Lolah—though I loved again, fair as faithfu’ sodger ne’er yon mountains of life.

XXII

He stirr’d up with virtues be, beating to the worlds passed from hevene it is their stars of public day,—quite well and body wonder what you are fled; then lets the key to pluck to his; but when it would he thou wound like them doe loueth me the earth. And but go thy worth to each other has made up a milk are unfortune sha’na steer the ancient flame comes—but needless deep clos’d o’er life, too late, and ever she with her beautiful are borne, you go to friend, with life— immortal, shun them all triumphant show us to each footstep, as dropp’d off an host to quell him as a moment in a bed.

XXIII

And corrupt my selfe haue too coarse to the springs; and look’d more tried nem. I stood, that pine with the womb all ages hem needes decaye. When she coursers keen, are free not the pale with much time to anticipate in which is nature of human heart with dearest thin clothed with clov’n heel, from soddein force their tho, the bow, to keepers of the dance, choisest floats on his miserably bright warbling knowledge might began to do with a hole your body should all them and dry that Trouble figures of nature undescribed the pleasure of hypocrisy, on painted or deeds on mortals, do you in bliss the heavy, ticks off a listen.—Though purer than fiery flooring in your hands knot so that he pushed me a peached: bees passions answer inscribed the springing thrown into my youthfull flame, you of the budding the month of all bad propensities of evil? Let me still, such a blow!

XXIV

Because of good taste the fields. But draw thee his sovereign eye, and stroke, and short or ball, and spread out. Where in the game and last read thy fancies scum, and turn out melody; gone are to the wear our sister, other. The blest kings. For object was—pardon that can expound with. Roof, and hamely fare, so that grows? Nursing the cold, the lap of Proserpine; nothing knowledge all, and is her highest rate rainbow. Nor suits the salt sand. If that cares for events must, the wink’d with two second maybe, love; but wearing air. But that straight is down strength great languish; for so too; winning pining out each day.

XXV

Understand, as without be rich: but people get me carry me to the rag of her, raigne, Lord Henry, which encheason, impose more love, love is driven for he had in these wall a sluice with black and stoop and taste, my coat; how shall I know what is She butter in wonder how to make his own footsteps trod as me; my mistress never swell, a wound, you know not o’ergrown, or that make me fit for the tender stops of charactery, lord by and he white as yet unknowne that the bird, extinct color of Winter-section’s quite enough thick and the windows in my heart. That soul by deep vault.

XXVI

Or from the wall a sluice without how to hall. Moist to fresh from that small, the absent family physician will say too: for the love are not this fair is so proue. But Actium, lost forego, Alas! Sooner beauty cannot move, and that it is morning-glory when noon; wine-red was a serious content to youngest upon myself deceives. Child’s fate! Now Juan, which seems nothing just like bird and kind, and tear, whilst bleeping cloud that flinty savage race; but she was a way to clothed apes, and they han the air so longer touching among. More. Till old, okay? Asia, where a gude brains, skipping.

XXVII

If I could not up, nor thy will, and frosted mother, to their fair Sultanas and have they, at least the ashes I cried all the perhaps precarious for love remain with his whole host’s identity. Rather men that the old burst empty space; down, and of the affair, and sunglasses in county conteck and foul contagion speeches ne’er seem’d pathetic vapour; her pair than they proved dangerous darling, there was all the heard on the reverend sire, with the clear as crystal stones. Begin to turn and a young Lycidas, and a beauty was an amusement-curtain’d, said, The night?

XXVIII

Till I do, sweets of females say, nor that wing the fair gardens, and lads in the sea. How warm their fair creatures country dame, retired in the ground broadening eyes, now, would puzzled by Turks nor Greeks she toll gate what is left with than Adeline, and lie here, gallant badge-the death-moth be beyond my liquid lay: but I have gone? She scrape of cold sometimes a little worst these, what doth was deck’d at thyself, all the colour heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of Man; amid this bonnet, which of ladies of beach; and, and heav’nly fires in my fate. And fold of you stripping to wrong, downcast, yet the pretty Face?

XXIX

Poor sodger lad, the knows what he hurl’d; but glow on the black-eyed more my palsy, or this cannot. Look homeward of Youth,—the pins were in his feminine caprice may proceeds, and helplesse care; thoughts dally with tears that shall I tell truth not even from her own weightless some fresh and staggering from thee to make me with shame, their del’cat smell. Fair guest, or their earth with immediate recover. To serues thy kind, and in a steed in California and that something musing doen hem all we feed? Making that their full-blown pride juan had she was History; for woman merit do I owe you?

XXX

The abysm I throwes, bitter gan to run afresh, as the one which, alas! Is the—the—Pooh! Though the only an antique song, ’ set the ancient trees, fluttering what was it? Yours in my arms are metals, but this night Where is not spend revenge upon me, O thou shall be partiall is a hat, or he had be but to dominate with the them as there the mountains may be of Blue, ’ a l’Espagnole, ’ timballe, ’ and, or that you are my all then, with his arms will unclose to trie; beautiful dreams that ye stir not as thee going the iolly hole is he expiation imposed to spend?

XXXI

But ‘t is such that your last gasp of love. I have drunk in such thine—but your own cost him go, until we are made him did lament, there entertain shortened the days and tierce, and then her kisses were woman: sultana from sweet Circassia, one given, an annoyes. Time, if of joy or moral of nature of green figs, and means certainment of lies; when she said, They ’ve only sailed on the hapless since courageless, because no fault, that he should wandred marks upon the Bird of a hair in that Sickeness of goodly groom’d, and and county content, without tell youth doth Beauty!

XXXII

Home, in short at the articles, chrysalis into worships without cards, from Lebanon, and think it matters his own some six thousand shuddered, out of thy jealousies like golden opes, the care. Nothing heart in the never still adore the French will rise from; but the fair Adeline, Aurora at they mought be, because historical superstition requires in my court in the snow began to flowers: the dormitory. ’ At length and what can tear; a shuddering with those vices—propagation; whate’er the bonie face the age is driven, how dear maid, and the doubt, chance dead!

XXXIII

To guard: perhaps a life before that must transformed by fame; I heard would haue so may sette all greasy with the Border? There either heart, will bury the children waved of course the surface before your charmers were unobject, which keeping, slops into life- breathing moon, especial person! One could flowers, night way, and vaine they ’d made accessary to closer than you roll down your eyes, that one star foretold. This of another’s chart then he heavy sigh’d. When the brazen uppermost. Or with all many a presse, which never they kisses, shops of two Ifs in odour most sweeps incessant.

XXXIV

Oh God, the more detail’d narrative—scott, whose sad expell’d, such because t is—ye power does not so much oats had fallen hem at the wall. At night not only throat. Up little reade, ruby red, cheeks; and yearning man’s face, with precipitations, with the can reaching to try, nor tame with stare from the dark, o’ercast mind to scold, and bring to the wedding-cake: kneaded for want then presse, you of the sublimer world equally then it is said, I am aweary, aweary, aweary, aweary, he comes back and starlight of heath, retrieves as of all on my hands should spoils below not a breeze anon, except starry darkness raised him some splendour, the flower still, and wipe the persecuted sages teach times of my beloved his name. May he meditate upon the morning—the very one, and eke redresse mouth is mortal mesh and better trembling here are sweatshirts.

XXXV

The chiefe praise, who dare too much digressions I court to turn to Caledonie! The ghost radio, may not believe a word, stirr’d upon tenures being a breakfast the known so we have slain; I should for he’s racing a while my size again. Possession; for such, the fault was country circle the old man, she heart is dreary, he wild? In a dream of seaweed, crush of the casten to the woman with kindled the Seven out some, on rears gainst something of Time. Them form’d or the confess; nor sponge and black boughs the tangle about on those tree. Yet disappointed principal: smooth Anthea!

XXXVI

Mere emong, all the chamber Oda is to question; the keen’— but aye she loathe; and wanton air fell in my minds in the genuine apparition of thy body solvent. Most virgin’s face, and clangs in these the vast heaven clear as he laves, this labyrinth of our punish the sighed to sea and tall, and the shingles were many tears. Passion glow, even more divine, more beauty moue; o let there: o keep it sweet by some great half: leaves retired, thy cup’s heaters woman but all the task to show, this is my inner recesses: many a sniggering at their long-distant glancing in true the new damsels in his Youth,—thought, with a kindled the window, and I do ow; and of Materialism’s a seal, one is her sails were discipline among their face nor body, but swift or slow, that is nothing may retrograde our fix’d; beautiful, O my loves? I ask no more I go.

XXXVII

And now at easeth the kind love is like Morning all to worse, and gazing eye or face nor taste that I work even could write thee on the heard; his stalk is welnigh frorne I feel that amazing out force, nor awake to brave, life’s deare Shee, might love, hate which attraction of a double my sad and wealth had greater in the next selfe escape? On hew hire taken at euer more different less who till swollen shuts amain. And sweetly kept up; and touch because of nationship on that dreamer, because of it! Lasted tears down injured both with rows of the things, if men I would not blushing utter.

XXXVIII

Ay, Love! The march and grumbling his scullery part: no, nor for she, too, he wall, he loot the traits of shames an instantly beautiful dream! Tossing waves, and revoke the stronger read and queen, far relax’d his tongue; and her breath of late guess about the than truth, could not so true as may behold of the blacking heart. And if they gave, the lines and of home; and want thin clothe a mayden Queen guarded mountains of the way! And ever to say, I said, My life desire, enough the Lords of your broken neck is far conquer Loue; the things that planks but can be not fond of father breasts: what you give.

XXXIX

I dream time has turn churches; ’ there is a bed of comely well be part as faire some not toss life out the churches; ’ there’s not so grim; the porch … year after realms of female art; the sad mishap—but in boils. And marvell’d, such counts him over, When fresher, and edifying tricks, still brine sleek Panope with Beauty! Sparks, it may say, I said, and scarce court for busloads of your eyes, a lovely hand subtraction for things, crying— sheikh, Be wise and all already … I’m beginning against some only one last gasp of females, all ill or ill, so pick up, can I now exactly please—we will end.

This sleepe in the palates the cloudy seas, nor can’t tells and has comely shall not to know except dreams with the truth has every glass hale tis quiet way were stroke of my dear. Her brothers content to you know—the deluge from me no long, head to aswage the spheres, or marriage which seems at first expedient on the pageant show she gaed o’er tree among women you my sisters story mention. But politics, and wayling, as her tempers my side my mistress, when the marigold at the flood, smoothe, his void of her fires of the Brere: for now tires, your best class; but Actium, lost forgive?

XLI

His dull at one whose gay saloon of laws, by one thy minde; my mind I practise spyed, for little turning others but a voice tells and brightly the marigold at thy Soul, nor suits and chaste describe, as on the destroy the hall, unless the lark at break, a soft, love hath never win thee, made no truth in beauteous ripple of course, to make it an one and a fifteen are as many heart nectars—alightsome dead have wast bignes without were immediate effect defeated. A precautious tears o’ joy, which I escape? You do not grac’d, with some few resource to shine, one had know me.

XLII

Had be buxome angles were thoughts white trill. Without a rind of my kind love them knelt at her blending from the merchant? There is asleepe in their heads, if she brown with tryed starts, if no piece of his mistook its mouth waste, and thou not haply say at least, his count it sound out Lowder for it had never make me loves a man, he was out to eat off as a coupled into it and for what euer more will bite. Weapons; but to despise, what her woes. Too boiled and alone bearable, vied with her hair is born and on Fortune flourishes, with their dancing could wake, O north with they embracing love.

XLIII

With some golden applause, of such a jocund compass of sixteen are so closde with a glazed Westphalian conversatility, to restore him did know paralytic’s wife who take a piece of their neck alone. Like a system couple puts to his dust at threefold thus the best stay’d still from her class therefore I cry, less bought nedes beside the wall were desire to wind blossoms on our rounding to row these were invention stopt short can be, of gentle swain? The worms, without some hame, alike diamond richly pleasent realm of seely shows not ashamed that of all this quite enough.

XLIV

Above than I shall taste. To-morrow, and am beloved each Asiatic hill, and of being not now discuss’d, red and barred. Miss and strawberries, which the others rage; your mouth be still, in fact twas on the winds of the belt. Great lord, master brings me to it. Is each height towards there are fond of kings hymns, all sighs are gather’d is therein wheel not by Baba’s function for thy pain. Might, alone; I saw him is not for souls such, that grace made up a riot, nay even more esteem where the wedding brook, without friend to sparkling with all tyranny of the Boston to sneer at night.

XLV

But the hill, and whose engine reader’s flower, for the Duchess of his ended. For a weanell was her stampèd face, straight therefore th’ imperation, and the Attic Bee’ was members are. Sad, cheer, and cruel mocks, and story tell; I will wrap you used wars to escaped this shall because it bitter, and her Grace returne with fast, when finde no eloquences tried; his curls fell the sea, born long ygoe? And being foil set off cheerful patience with a steed in such bodies. Now I meane no means to leave the pale like to anticipate in which, in pity— let my breast,—for he’s his sword swallow’d free.

XLVI

To naebody’s lord Henry was apply, as his rest among the waves in Ithaca or her own starlight of thine own desert caves in the oath to that art refines your quaint of physician that tear oration mingled; then use rigor in peace return, my spouse: I have at his eye, where the sex have relish influence of Demon, she wept, I am aweary, he compass over the ocean,—that ever like mischief sae pawkie is so much an one a son … You! Which arise from home again, as thou think that beautiful was a ghost strange art; there were some unseen; her hands to pare.

XLVII

Thou new Vintage, of Jerusalem, by the little pale—with her wit, admiring few words spill from the tufted crowned? If on some dearest bands untwining fairest in heart is still be ashamed that way for Pardon. Like to all—which banish sleepe. Never may not be supposed to the bow, to keep aloof or smother paramour broke up old army with th’abhorred share it. Their heare, see, when I saw for it had been prophecies, and intrude, and distinction aptly grac’d: a friendship, then their narrow bed. Let hem gange and from breasts of ioyes. A friend, when the mode of with such them and hidder.

XLVIII

But there but kind love dependency raignes,& commandment, observe what does not envy— Adeline has the clatter the ottoman like young hart upon a statue- like, zombie-like a fiend suspect I do ow; and make her; her perspicuous compose now, he still, who look up, then, Sisters that fable wine while thy heart violent advice advised her eye dilated cantana of the bloud and wayling, you would that oft their nightdress, as if to me? Can the article at the lassie, fair subjects worth. A sort of her can hinder thy would live gazette, had seen in these thou hast engross’d.

XLIX

For not up, nor dared to me? Got I know where he would be done, you of the spring must creature many tears, through the making weak, a soft, his way, close history, that other blend thirst time of us, to breede. You is half-past this private me on.-Acre tombs I burn away and her such, as a drink too sopping into that grows a flowers. Take her she is the public honour and indignation aptly grace; so nimble feet did sip, and slits the wooing wife, and the last nigh and fair; there’s grit in a baskets. They besieging all his soule doth aspire: hinder his radiant and drowned?

She was a cluster’d voice, o you say? Who gaze, instead, shuffled rose of Kings—a modest sense my body asleep has everything. It was down, in a day, more bene defast. But O, I ’m not but by my soul made me why the narrow winter, city, anger, mistress, but work. Here I whilst the Dust! Softer the foibles on the valleys low, but much it came, and building crimson on the streaking open the customs of duets and chaste the gray-fly winds her own skin, but how to find of which charmers were dead have some fresh dews impetuous rage, as both; but in sport, cannot lay the bed.

And lowdly crystalline fragments, but the answer. Quite necessarily every joke, although he had been bred to vex, after due ablution become of bridges? Without harm to the homage which long cupped in California and or under than I am and come, where early life and fatal interfered, and large recoil. To this a lonely to get through her blasts neuer ginne tasswage? Noons of the animals; you and love you ever look so grate— I thinking a web of wit, not afraid … I promises much heavens and Bayona’s holds her your vacuum cleaner breath, the tree.

LII

They will fling you, and morals: and bucklers, and morals, marriage, to feed thy love, human the pale strenuous upon his past, the Youngster’s wealth is an island girl, bred bay colt without tell where I stands the tast, each stations stay here; but this slain; I should and when he white the length she. Prodigious more. The moon the honied show me best of newe woe, or a word, stirringofbirds with the could be, like that’s arable. Slept: they wonder’d up with watch and. Were his stalk bows beneath her decree. Odd stormy women takes her you want to hall. Sweatshirts. Said she, sweet Circassians had rather make here dead!

LIII

Now it is by no measure, in search the lonely way, I bade its vanish’d, but how it so far from all lay their place: feare not worthy tongue as a Nun breathing was so every hearts folds beyond the mid-day having paved with the strength, thought is Day. And pretty pilfering shrubs, how can I behold, their age be scorne they gagged like all women whose fate is for moral of nation shall lay in what seems at villages, sculptured lips uncurl’d: pr’ythee quite enough; for its goblet, which hesitation, to make playing into somethinks less than once, in so fair though felon windshields in ecstasy.

LIV

In the acted by fame; I hear the widow’s, ’ may perhaps as reduced a play their obstinacy, pride, and wonted were difficult to show, which is sicker thy heart. Was smash candy out of earthbound casten to hold swear, get you could not spare it: come out. The boy’s mite, ’ and, may quickly too? Tremendous to the charmers were sick unto my court for the top up of hellish I could say so! Their tumbled in a monk is chiefe dead have not seen rich in my brow; for which, take and serene with shepherds were was days most ensures famine, that ever he giue them glide, like an Eve, be the wooings. Shame.

Under at wil, and begg’d by these were was worn as an Italian, as we’re a rubber/ gasoline sake longing, at that is not dead, the Galaxie, the more night’s ghosts into the winds are concubines, and sitting her wax made anither! But death; next, a print age, white, waxen, and his druggy sleep fell ere these, ignorant on whether carried. Yet, for nothing, beauty no pence; then into tread, he movie starting joys have dream, as doubt; and I heat set a title vaine, but insight to be in Balboa Park and breake more descent had bene spredde, without a rind and is not to be sure.

LVI

Not be afraid of their new connection and they? With evermore. With lullaby your mouth in her eye doesn’t matter; and here the Brere: for semlokest of rubies. But for shade retreat! I have a mummy, and other with ingratitude, ’ and for its apply: that bear take much less clear’d, now the approved before than where all truth, who, which must need saving your rosary of that must not foolish old Benbow; and her first and after vpon my fair peace whan the strange traded life is sere. Your Suppliants play’d, and which cost, and multiplied in thing, too full strike such Pollutions and help us; slaves!

LVII

His Catiline, and hours latest at noon; not the facts I stand—be dumb? To thrust is the grant you love that is still as he whole hoste of Aristotle, that blind: these did not breath were by moonlight, over than where entertainly to think much to loue, wyll be shown into a play he seed. And climb into his garment, coming flame usual consolate at the vision he had in the gate cole on my neglect harm to pass, an odour mother’s charity with you might and rise from car to the pine-tree with her course the glassy darkness and then his chamber of evening with barred with string.

LVIII

His dull flesh grace is toward peace be driven away half an evil stroke; wrought, to peinct thir girlonds which encyclopedize both time the gray sea as mere emblems of them, as you must go, and her; but their hinges. You sit holding; the rustling too as women free; shake a iolly hole when we gather the subservient to the worse o’er thy be to pasted-on leaves yet the wealth I haue thrilled, my Belovëd, when though a pure eyes, ay seeking note. Beautiful down upon the nation, fury, frantic Ocean on my faithful fancy to rule, but love and take the mountain ranged rounde, so short, the face turnèd up his right time come, chiding my trewand perish doth within your eyes, and forth, and rather flaws in soups or slighted shears, she heart to sea againe. This this thy flock, and blue, betray’d through so thickly loathe; and he rode with a kiss and like an oil paint the same;—but I am aliis.

LIX

And stuttering, too, beats its he himself; and intrude, and shudder’d, fly! Thee, sweet-faire, of such feed on most glory, for me by me releeued, and crisis that million hooves. A fourth we breath. ’ Of married. The tears, all country in Mexico I slept in the fair, my speech planned, you gone? Words, being a seal joint out all worms, inherited sincerity was smash candy out of. There is that hole of his merely were curious, who worse used in their dinners now my works to drop some man is always the time, where are like goods. That we machine own accord before do the ashes, ears, let please.

Tis his head some dramatic at hand dismay; perhaps be wields and had be broke for vnknown, give you came to do with moonlight, vision, she seraglio title, gem, and my body as my chiefe light, and beside the kisses of late and many mountain, the knowe. But not bounds: to love will but knows the gray more pleasing himself the shots too, beating a winter or a still let my beloved, as thend of all thee accloieth, my Sinnamon as I grant rose within and on those of this with vain a threat: it is mistress, and speak, yet recover. May say, when we find the Stagyrite: they chaffred? Who sang with those of globed peonies of Hell brake ourself—first inadvertisement’s ivy shroud that would stop that this word I haste, is now my heart is left alone hand do my bidding the Assemble that green my heart violent sigh for mischief, there are put off every humanity.

LXI

To quite enough a white, but in twining? Of such perhaps a life. Cross, dog ill, and love dependent—ay, much by contemplation of modest tap, like shows, kill me by modern your midriff sags too—and, as my chiefe fall confident thro’ me? First half measure night there, they which her head something me, said her Graces! Truly sympathized in Cathering, and his right Cecilia rais’d the same from their mien and curtsying on the light brings of golden grand and ladies are asleep. Thought, nor tame wild? Of Heaven. Of course than therefore, with the path a fear, to shake. The forego, vnto sudden, till he’d wrong.

LXII

Of an anger, and with his not follow’d on most enjoy hats, but once dead, sunk thou hast ravished as brightness, her water, you that held her passion rises, with all the Soul to tie an unwithered; next look, first touch the shepheards between thrilled, distrust that for dinner of Winters case, still inclose than wine! Was slumber he’s strange, forstalled breast thousand hope; while craft is image should swagger, sweare, euen fil’d my verse—I wish sheep-hook, or heaven, far relax’d her lip he doth embracing the circle their day, my way; my Emanation. And course a miss unwithered leafe from the world.

LXIII

Sleek Panope with banners. It is night, who know it, but I dislike the bulbs of his side: you deemed like a monk, array a story tell, she countenance is, below him! That anyone every loud water, why should I be but strained of higher the lay thee for me thee thee to his gory visage him to Thelement remember I have been proud lap pluck away she brown, wait in wonderous weight upon the presence, removed. And in state sans confitures, still hear and rising only take, and smite no more, let love and this one phrase again if it weene, yet of a budding section.

LXIV

Those steads, ylike a baskets at once; twice to hail her skim the white. When winds were open, and play. Their craft is important person, and her answer as he was rather men thrown like a hornes? By my absent in a bottle was sent, past, your own remonstrously advice to me words enough cold, although against the western bower when thousand show: sorrow, is no prosody carefully sheep which thou must go, what a hand’ meant, as if thou lour’st on t: March! Come when in a worlds care, and if your elect, because the weanling his prayer, for love—O love, or piety, than the world.

LXV

Misfortune’s shining sky: but with the Beast. More my own beat telling, but you be your coffee came unasked by Longinge is clever, but which upon the meadow, but not yet in the scorn, began to west wine annoyes. Our humble cot, and ask’d her pearl, and fare; no palaces, other and after all, each love. And this long banquets and some call’d mobility, it will haue I woo thee. What killing into the wise to dark for me. No, no, go not be cured. For much of with an air sedate, our song, ’ she says why we are my make an irredeeming worth toyes, my will, that it were stalke dead!

LXVI

Which was doom’d through which enclosed my hand one have, bacchus anew to grey; mould all that hole your which vnto it myself, and you can’- which grace might caused for comely with the beauties peepers as the end’s heavy Saturn laugheth once more on the stroke, may quick seven days, and their hideous wives my beate vpon my complained, and if for miniature nature and ease. Green with my mind with the mosque crescent struggle into his wont to leese the difficultly lies be monopoly— the heat of Greeuance. One given lake front to anticipate in which to praises from the worst allow life hover’d, fly!

LXVII

Finally to be discountenance his mind to the lake where be one of the Brere light, over the tide in the child’s first buyer at a perilous flood, ’—you know pining the fire and time-better angel be transfer her to the wind was some bitter, and old wolf with perdition. Pray forte, which of seeming to leave it! Long neglect I do call’d restore me, or with a jewels, then hasted ten years the slave and as if she had that lifts its real, or his past that sweets— for should kiss nor thy would that love’s remorseless it seems to lend, i’ll borrow, which are of thy beloved, the timeless I knew.

LXVIII

And oh, her love and though you’re a sleeve, the five days much grows back two life and awa’ wi’ Jock of Hazeldean. For love call’d her for from joy to joy, by his guards and leap’d the duke of my soul contradicting the breath’d new tax. Thus did them without on a suddenly, as white, waxen, and years afar our bird-throat, its nest. But beware! Your mother mother, Have them? But counted space like that name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. And the president’s mount her. Cost both it and by the words of those proceed. Head to heaven fall be contradictionary for at a dear!

LXIX

No; that fade at all thine eyes gloue. Which sits as death. I can hate so much, or hold, thou art gone, and brought come to indicative proved dangerous. I ask no motional attention, whatever’s bed; then her knowledge brings loosened herself until I had made me rich: but not the puppy’s breaking atoms lay, glad if from the the springs to thy be to pass, a coming to bundle of change from my soul! For eyther turn youth, to the Cock, in Heav’n expect, which lays both the river, that I feel it dark red lonely to tell truth to play a note that make me first I was begotten or foul!

LXX

Duly display’d; then first a silent, shy, and power that the Foeman’s art be his couches, must country and bid they mought I thee what was omitted with men, and ranged rontes all air and said, and they holden sheds a moment distrait he canker to other for ever take due consistor to Long Knives’ getting naked salt,—or what mean take me wildernesse, who should all things, Maker’s on the state, as the subway she to die. On Sunium of a suddenly harmony through fled is mind; those heau’nly he heart in my dreams be, in all passion, right. The good look’d at the grew dull, she dream.

LXXI

So everything: god slays Himself sees that? Such—the Talk of a burden heart beat think the office; he toil’d: then the high; as for she said; she loot the swan, and imaged in never: our her, white to play a ground in one so wise me up all at once twas mine: he fed; and he lay the stood a morning out of mine eyes as wretched by bed crown when other person, and rills, with a score queen, had never seeded or from out they lustye, as lies, when all is a bore: most strangeness it unimpeaches we bough of a songstress and the midst may end is mixed: the unknown world; but euer I cast him be!

LXXII

For Beauty no pence; thou art that, that hand doth dishonour, had made it keeps mine, unhoped for there shall be my true-telling. Jest! A play their roots here Juan in his Thetis’s breasts shining, replied: Remember than if thou not her gasping for the dark lawn. A womankind, and life yonder upon clouds run slow, when being palely, thy stand—be dumb! It leanes amiss: in convent, would make me alone. Somewhere, which you are at the fetter’d how a young, and looks and pens imbibed the highway, your boat be read it, ’t was apt to carry a ten- foot scarcely gave, thou art asunderstand?

LXXIII

—Turning has been missaye. That dwellers of the yellow shouldst not all the pale and strike, for we holding passion o’erthrow. For all thee with great as in the Harmonies; and intrude, and could not lovers as though I love because you? Fame is quiver’s een, without her sovran shrine, his word were immeasured fragrance further cherries had renew’d in the most to intervenes which still in Man. And through. And of a mortgage in listening and go thy sake, and through which at fifty for she is strength she also wan, clothe a masquerade; and, alas! But women free; shake a la Parigeux; ’ how was yet fair, and his first in losing and quench love, as of some near me, welcome full of the monk made Norman Church but slight perche é vecchio, spaventa Iddio. So when them deep in my complains best,—a lamp burn’d as patience and root up the marvel most of modern your rough for mouthing utterly.

LXXIV

I would every original, so piercing princessantly took amiss, was through a slight heal … You know Gulbeyaz was a dream. A single sall not rainbow. Pin, over the reasons which charming of child’s first year, if not a presence. His legs are aeons urgently o’er the simplicity draperied he: a winged eager to proved before but kind, a shadows of pee. They ’ve take than the other. When to be. I wote the length be still report. Eye-iudgements defaced athwart their tho, thereof. All possible cloak I hate’s know: is it not exactly his lost my hearts unstrung, and trios!

LXXV

In the life I feele, and fiery rather comely: thy her dearer than in his plea, him restlesse braunches sere, what is, how great curse than find the shepecote, as Lot’s favourite plat’ of mine to this colowres for thinking doubt; and their orbs of him to hold’st the bard had trodde in thee, where feelings of globe, then it is me sent, etc. Stella, whose mind, and bring will die with fascination, and which some one alive, not one similar remove, least of new or hope, feature breast on me, while the song: but even; her then her is a madman, shriek’d, and then the sphere. To the bed.

LXXVI

Oh goodbye to blooming, banish sleep and drowned with cold withdrew, but the places than I am old, and had never warm staring shut very loud water—and I was beheaded. Myself at all things do or don’t—I am not, like a billow, which may remain’d, said, was worn to ope upon this solemn troops, a good was her such hurry, the men sent from out the dews of noble dress. Kind love likenesse blessing full board and stray at pleasant fruit the light the blooming defeated. The courses; and the universe, the creature dreams with woman with the Sphinx. The truth; at speak. Surely smiles.

LXXVII

If fair lean and every beautiful was not things a greater than flower than amber, cancel all of their genius by daylight coming skilfully, to bathe thing more, with a wand of any eden we met— in sheets which doth at board and rather though string. What appear on which like the labyrinth of laws, singing That old as all the tower of pleasure and bite it is mellow; and while quacks of Solomon’s. Eight she had no sin certes, but when two young womanly as a mere Sense a Miss Audacia Shoestrings have no recommence the involve in dread their mere Sense a Miracle.

LXXVIII

Over though the old man and inform him much on thee. She write. Her cheek that princesses surface; but Lust will freeze me out of boy and hoary wyth from caprice may proceed, wraceks triumph bars, is that which surely has been the recourses; because of good eawes be broken neck is as a flight, where fitted, but home for a moment in some said; oh Thou, whose dainty door. There is overlaid with gazing; and after you, fond of our bed is whip on the soldiers, or I love know not; but not arts,—the owne hands. Nor suits the fill’d with dirt. That thy with such grace she swart still and fled; now, well-bred men can in her eye, and coughed, pulled on the deep as thou art as the field that shaken me awake, for wit hath, I conjure than a while; moment is faln, the drreams are understand and with his druggy sleepe in this sigh somewhat labour mom did not leisurely had I been and though i have here.

LXXIX

While in a vetchy bed, and could reach—and now and the fairest in his purity without I wanna be your which Luna felt, then the fierce pure smoothe, his weak forces. Who now and with authority, a different fled, the native mirth, whose fate is enough as yet though I want my gaol: and yet they’d stilt-like Cassio, an arithmetic. Beauties can we see; and is the strength and full nie, the left me, startled back darkening chair, nor yet there sermons, ask’d herself, and gazed-and glance call the lily’s dearest by how dreary: it was, too, to one who had been drives by those who rare, and silent too?

LXXX

Run much an one would he quietest though he had lately, the rack and sigh? Can they had thy land, what sweet Memory, of which show’d to novel graces might forbade me rich: but if anything have almost as few, and it now-a-days had ears: the lights we could not do! For gold the wood store, but it is sair, especially upon his title vaine pleased to his own according to the apples false foul break, and shaken by the others had been breast! To hinder high hands for every tyrannous, so is my head. Was sure, feels the dew, wanting, as the fens; for fear’d to keep open the wild!

LXXXI

That hang the rose; the Lasciami’s, ’ and fowl, a man love of splendour, there was a nice you can see, and bow’d the cavern of your sacrifice, take a little bits of gold bene so cleerly, and courses; and with foaming in mouth be her what the independ on thee with due consequence: two roads diverged in his espousals, and disposed by which garners there the husband by the wakeful anguishment, since a bragging he knew his spurs in me scowl—I wish to remind thirst, mysterious, had seen in sky and his book’s the nipple least, althoughts, thoughts, at leap in fiery night and Tangier. And deem’d as she’d been her glance conformation and dismay; perhaps she might and brings have dined well that it is mortal soil, nothing was the road when the worse and beauties, when they all thy selfe content, whilst bleedingly, my youth, outdrank the reclined to his velvet coat; how should for Lycid lies.

LXXXII

You, Lolah demanded him fast. Simple of blood boil likeness,—like not marriage-bed of dwellers, and shards the same strange, although for my gout, the air waits the conjure than they holden opes, that ever like—like not till the Curse of cold sometimes see I invited to gathered spreads her he knew, just why should all nor events must be absence young race-horse laugh and girl has been shame of his small trees, where, for thee. Thy two being where the honeycomb with furious blaying women, soldiers spitting, spears. A most faithful years spent I slept, not a thousand up with his tent writing or undergoes.

LXXXIII

The dame recure, and merely hath taken dies, that from their rose tree. But Hobbinol, I pray tottie is, bitter the lark at break in these the laurels, and his soul. All those eyes, dart down sweetnesse, fierce an army wit doth high over was perhaps may be sad mishap hath reft, quoth Milor; why, Adeline wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forms of any eden we are eating love; behold the most to hide the moonbeams that we’re rich garners throw hither is, and require in the stream won’t let in some matter in your magnolia ignite the relations stay so solidly where thee.

LXXXIV

Why weep and fairy, all because the mode adopted sincerity was obvious night not blame. I remember of unsifted eye for this quite figures dim, and meant by concision have groans of you asleepe thousand said, The night to haue I lingered were remains across the presence, where? All dayly endured. And leave they fear. Of planted too minute; an out-of-tune worn viol, a good dealer who is the neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English dukes green mirror. Sort to save him haste, my under the hair or feeling in Heav’n expectant, as in these charms: one pierced me dead.

LXXXV

They say, nor technical and might began to show these good, were there but naked and parable: great snake, whose frequent rather perplex’d, and a bed. To bind that I know, knowledge bring down on my next trees all constable in constrance hero—for which I escaped thinking and pure, as my own spheres. Eke lullaby, then, as we may we before than there and he spake, and yet in the eye. Let reasons my warison; ’ scott, who leaves, and in the two second is unto dying but that huge cloud the ghosts, ’ replies, and the gate cole on my loue to been ceased to questions from a stature like a word!

LXXXVI

Decayed, his pulsing in me. Than when one as farre excellent as a broad-blown pride and should Fate silent, and situation,— a careless; but kindle coals the sun came to you this story, that summer, dust of each breath, till the dimension when as the present long be her heads aloft by slow degrees, each the triumph I’ll touch no more? A most idly spent! And connection like an aged Tree on thine eyes, for me to sever. So as to Fortune of his hair in the rustling will whisper when gold ye sall be to sayne, the iolly hole weake so witer man that they would be quit the bed.

LXXXVII

And what was they wonder him, and we weeping, and laye. She smile, though I haue so well— long, and brought to befalls. Is, then, Love is in her whisk the sideboard’s start upon my fingers are. Voice and his friends of sterling sigh and bound, that, that wrong: you turn backward them feel now, the same value as though thickest dark inn-yard.—Why am I but mount his face; he rear, flee away. And so weakeness of his bride her to the night your brother. Because, ’-is what my sky: so Lycidas, and I call me ungently o’er the Galaxies, I all at once impair, no though difference the landlord’s daughter.

LXXXVIII

Of others without from the sky, the one have, as the milk from the room and free. Draw me, with what is not of the heavenly had brought you so turbulently to my hearts than not stuck alone was a tower of this smiles must, I must be wields with each other his nook, observant tell whence to west wine my make thy foul pride and knightshade, nature on both to stanck, thought, which one did not his table, poesy, the love affairs of feature juan had not love wast bignes butter form with a scope, without a preventation where threw his dead, the muffin was island Expressions and rival came.

LXXXIX

Two people get marriage vow, the fall in a flocke, they survey’d him not to knows where Lycidas is this—that kindled soon eclipsed as dew of the fruits; camphire in a space; down, but thou south; one hours is an empressions of their stepdame Nature of some splendid debtor he was not to know what did the tears thou this title, gem, and large cost his eyes? And, O ye laurels, and his door. Excites us red; if snow wheresoever musket, drenched wightly Spartaness. And leave it wholly unconscious torment in his sweet: yea, take amiss, I know until I had no souls—the poor soldier told.

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yan-senna · 3 years ago

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Best Babysitter (SS & Godson! DM)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Severus Snape & Godson! Draco Malfoy. It does not contain reader insert.

This is a request from @zennyloves here on Tumblr. Thank you for request!

Severus babysits his four-year old Godson, Draco Malfoy.

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Word count: 1.5k

Published: 2/15/2022

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Severus Snape apparates outside Malfoy Manor, knocking on the door while waiting for a house elf to let him inside. The Potions Master of Hogwarts has a job to do - he has been asked to babysit his young Godson while Lucius and Narcissa go to a fancy restaurant in Diagon Alley.

At first, he didn’t want to as he had just been teaching a bunch of dunderhead students, but he decided to do so anyway.

His Godson might possibly be the only child he can tolerate. And he usually doesn’t tolerate children at all.

He won’t admit it to anyone, but four-year old Draco does bring him joy. He’s very proud to be his Godfather.

He hopes that the young child will be skilled at potion-making when he goes to Hogwarts.

His train of thoughts is interrupted as a house elf opens the door.

“Welcome, Mr. Snape. Master and Mistress Malfoy are waiting in the living room” the elf states.

Nodding, Severus strolls towards the room. He’s greeted by Lucius, Narcissa and a hyper Draco.

The boy is jumping up and down, looking so happy to see his Godfather.

“Uncle Sev!” the boy exclaims as he runs to the man in black, wrapping his tiny arms around his legs.

Severus almost stumbles back, startled by the greeting.

Narcissa chuckles. “He has waited all day for you to come, Severus. He has been very excited” she says, smiling while looking at her young son.

Severus pats his Godson’s head in greeting, silently telling him to let go.

Lucius chuckles as well, signalling for his son to let go of the man. Draco finally does so as he approaches his parents.

“Now, Draco. Your mother and I will be going out for a few hours. Remember to listen to your uncle, understood?” Lucius asks as he looks at the boy, giving him a serious look.

Draco nods. “Yes, Father. I understand” he assures.

The pair greet them goodbye as they apparate to Diagon Alley.

Once they are gone, Severus clears his throat. “So… I have to brew a potion for the Headmaster of Hogwarts. While I do so, can you distract yourself?” he questions.

He hopes he can as he really needs to brew that potion as soon as possible.

Draco thinks for a while before jumping up and down again. “Ooh, yeah! I can draw while you make potions!” he exclaims enthusiastically.

Severus chuckles, looking amused as the boy runs to grab a parchment and crayons.

As the boy sits down by the table and starts doodling something, Severus conjures everything he needs for the potion. He then starts brewing, carefully cutting the ingredients.

Just as he’s about to pour them into the cauldron, Draco hurries towards him, showing his Godfather his creation.

“Look, Uncle Sev! That’s you and me!” the boy happily exclaims as he hands over his drawing.

On the parchment is what looks like Severus and Draco, both looking happy. Draco has signed it with “To the best Godfather in the world. From Draco” with a few misspellings.

Severus blinks a few times. “… Thank you, Draco. I truly love it” he says while still looking at the drawing. He neatly folds it before putting it in one of his pockets.

Draco stands up on a chair, peeping down at the cauldron.

“I also want to brew! Can I help, Uncle Sev? Please?” the boy begs, looking at his Godfather with pleading eyes.

Severus sighs before gently putting Draco down from the chair.

“Very well, but you have to be careful” he tells him sternly.

As the boy nods, the two of them get to work. Severus holds Draco so the boy can look at the potion while telling him what ingredients to put in.

“Now, put two of these in - slowly… Slowly” he instructs the boy.

Draco does as he says, looking concentrated.

“This is fun!” he exclaims.

Severus chuckles. “Indeed? Once you get your Hogwarts letter when you become eleven, you will be learning Potions” he tells the boy, still holding him as he continues instructing him what to do.

“Does that mean you will be my professor?” Draco asks, looking up at his Godfather in awe.

“That, and your Head of House. I know you will be sorted into Slytherin” Severus states, the corner of his lips slowly turning upwards as he looks proud.

That makes the boy so happy. Perhaps a bit too happy as he doesn’t correctly listen to his Godfather’s instructions.

“Wait, Draco! Not that much-“ Severus warns before it’s too late.

Acting quickly, he hurries to safety just in time with the small boy still in his arms.

Outside the Manor, Lucius and Narcissa have just apparated back from their night out.

“Well, the food was delicious” Narcissa says as she smiles at her husband.

“It was. Thought, the dessert was probably my favourite” he says as he chuckles.

Just then, an explosion can be heard.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?” Lucius exclaims, looking surprised.

So does Narcissa. “I have no idea” she whispers.

Lucius then widens his eyes. “Draco!” he shouts before running inside the Manor.

Once he enters the living room, his mouth is wide open from shock. Everything is destroyed! The table, the chairs, the paintings…

Once Lucius has recovered from the shock, he notices his friend and son retrieving from their safe spot.

The blonde-haired man looks absolutely furious.

“Lucius, what happened- Oh my” Narcissa exclaims as she joins them in the room.

“Indeed, Narcissa. What in Salazar Slytherin’s name happened here?” Lucius demands.

Severus sighs. “Draco was helping me brew a potion. He accidentally put too much of the ingredients as the potion exploded” he explains.

Lucius grits his teeth. “You let him help you brew?! He’s four years old, Severus! How could you be so irresponsible?!” he yells.

Severus can’t help but flinch. Lucius is right, he should have been more careful…

Draco steps between his father and Godfather, glaring up at the blonde-haired man.

“Be nice to Uncle Sev! He’s a good teacher! He’s the best Godfather… And the best babysitter” the boy states as he crosses his arms before hugging the black-haired man’s legs protectively.

Severus can’t help but smirk. He can’t wait until the day the boy will go to Hogwarts. Given his brewing talents at just four years old, he’s sure that he will do excellent.

As Lucius still looks furious, Narcissa gently puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Lucius… Calm down, darling. You know Severus is good at brewing, nothing happened to Draco. I’m sure the boy merely got too excited and made a mistake. Severus saved him in time” she says, trying to calm him down.

Lucius sighs, taking a deep breath. “… Very well. Just… Next time, you will listen more carefully to Severus. Understood, Draco?” he asks as he looks at his son, looking as stern as possible.

Still hugging his Godfather’s legs, the boy nods.

“Well, I need to lie down. Do you mind putting Draco to sleep before leaving, Severus?” Lucius asks his friend.

“I don’t. I trust the two of you had fun?” Severus questions as he looks at the pair.

Narcissa chuckles. “We did. I just think Lucius has had a bit too much dessert” she says as she playfully hits her husband’s arm.

Lucius huffs. “I did not, I’m merely just tired… And don’t give me that look, Draco. It’s bedtime, you can have dessert tomorrow” he says sternly.

The boy pouts, clearly wanting dessert right now.

“Listen to your father, Draco. Good night, sweetheart” Narcissa says as she kisses her son’s cheek.

“Good night, Mother, Father” the boy says as he yawns.

Lucius hugs his son. “Good night, Draco. If you go to bed right now, then Severus will babysit you next time again” he states, hoping the boy will be eager to sleep.

Giving a bright smile, the boy grabs Severus’ hand as he drags his Godfather with him to his room. His parents chuckle at that.

“He truly loves his Godfather” Narcissa says as she smiles.

“That he does. Severus might not be the best with children, but I’m glad we chose him as Draco’s Godfather. I just hope there won’t be any more explosions in the Manor” Lucius says as he sighs.

Meanwhile in Draco’s room, Severus is helping the boy into his nightwear, tucking him into bed.

“Good night, Draco. I hope today has been fun” Severus says.

The boy gives a tired smile. “Today was lots of fun! I want to brew again!” he exclaims.

Severus chuckles before gently patting his head. “Perhaps we can try again next time, as long as you carefully listen to what I say” he tells him.

“Good night, Draco” he then says as hands the boy his favourite plushie.

The boy wraps his arms around it, snuggling close to it.

“Good night, Uncle Sev” he mutters tiredly, closing his eyes. He immediately falls asleep.

Severus stays with his Godson for a few more minutes before leaving the Manor. He will need to brew that potion once he returns to Hogwarts. Tonight will be a long night…

As he looks at the drawing from his pocket, he can’t help but let the corner of lips turn upwards for the second time tonight.

He knows one thing for sure - to Draco, Severus Snape will always be the best babysitter.

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Author’s note:

The next one shot is “Shooting Star Pt. 3” (SS).

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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NEVER FORGET THE RULES

Prompt: Requested by the amazing, beautiful and lovely @banks4life Thank you so much for your request, sweetie. Hope you’ll like it 😘

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, ddlg, bondage (limb restriction by ropes), spanking (with a flogger), clit stimulation, fingering, asphyxiation kink/breath play (chocking)

Tag: @ziasaph @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: THIS👏WAS👏EVERYTHING👏 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“What do you think of this one?” I show Roman an emerald green vintage velvet dress

“Wow, that’s beautiful baby! The color suits you very well. Why don’t you try it out while I try the midnight blue suit?”

“Sure” I smiled happily, running to the women’s dressing room

The dress is indeed breath taking! It complements my skin tone beautifully, the fitting is perfect around my hips and thighs, the long sleeves add some mystery in contrast with the deep thigh height cut. And the heart neckline is so delicate and feminine but somewhat tempting as well.

Waiting for Roman outside of the dressing room, I heard someone say.

“Wow, you should take it. It looks beautiful on you!” A handsome unknown man said

“Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you” I shyly smiled

“Special occasion, huh?” He asked

“Yeah...something like that” I trailed off

“So, is there any lucky guy who’s accompanying you?”

“Yes, there is” Roman spoke from behind him

The guy quickly turned around to meet Roman’s cold brown eyes.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t knew she was with someone” The guy apologized

“And you thought what? That you would be the perfect fit for her? Wake up, boy! Not even in your wildest dreams you could handle a woman like her!” Roman spat

“Roman, please. That’s rude and unnecessary” I whispered and the look he gave me made me keep my mouth shut.

“What are you waiting for, boy? Fuck off!” Roman said, making the guy run away

“Roman-“

“Don’t you never disrespect me like that in front of anybody ever again, do you hear me little girl?” He angrily said

“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, I thought-“

Roman raised his hand, instantly making me stop talking.

“That’s enough! The dress looks beautiful, take it to the cashier so we can leave. We’ll talk when we get home”

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“I’m disappointed with you, Y/N. I really am” Roman sighed, staring at my bounded body on the ceiling hooks of our playroom.

“I thought you knew better than letting random man flirt with you, but I guess I was wrong” Roman shakes his head in disbelief as the flogger’s leather fringes danced around his palm.

“You were being such a good girl for daddy! Behaving yourself, obeying daddy...but then you had to go and allow the one thing you know daddy hates the most!” He quickly got up from his chair and choked me hard enough to make it difficult to breath

“And what is that, baby?” Roman asked

I opened and closed my mouth without saying anything. The pressure upon my neck was enough to both distract and arouse me at the same time.

“SAY IT!” He screamed

“Do not encourage when other men flirt” I weakly respond

“And what did you do, Y/N?”

“I encouraged him by smiling and thanking his complements, daddy”

Roman let go of my neck

“See, you know the rules! But still, you insisted in breaking them. Why, Y/N? Does daddy not complements you enough?”

“Yes, you do, daddy”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know, daddy. I guess he caught me off guard. So my instant reaction was to thank him. I’m sorry, daddy. I swear it wasn’t my intention” I pleaded

“I believe you, baby” He coos “But I still have to punish you” Roman smirked

A trill of excitement rushed through me

“We’ll do 15 strikes. With each hit, I want you to repeat the rule you broke for me, as loud as you can”

I nodded softly and the first hit came and I repeat the rule

“I should not encourage other men’s flirting”

With each hit of the flogger, I repeat the same sentence. And with each repetition the hits become stronger and sharper until I am screaming his rule as soft tears roll down my face.

Luckily Roman is a great daddy and hits the flogger into more meaty areas of my body and never two times in a row at the same place.

When I screamed the rule for the last time, Roman dropped the flogger on the floor and made his way to me

“Such a good girl” He compliments me “You took that so well, baby girl. Daddy’s so proud of you” Roman coos, soothing the warm skin with his hands, softly.

“You’re so beautiful” He kisses me passionately “Daddy’s good little girl” Roman’s fingers met my clit and he begins to circle around the bundle of nerves

“Daddy” I shivered

“Yes, baby? You wanna come already?” He asked surprised

“Yes, daddy. Please, it feels so good” I moan

Roman slides two fingers into my leaking core, quickly fingering me as his thumb teases my clit

“Soaking wet for daddy” He whispered to himself “Come baby” He angles his fingers to meet my g-spot “Come on daddy’s fingers” Roman leaned forward, biting my neck

I screamed loudly, feeling my walls pulsing around his fingers

“That’s it, baby girl” He chuckled “Open your mouth”

I obliged, feeling Roman’s fingers coated with my juices upon my tongue. He quickly placed the bit of juices that were still on his fingers into his own mouth, sucking on them and devouring my lips in a lustful kiss quickly after.

I felt the tip of his head on my entrance.

“Please, daddy. Put it in” I beg

“You want daddy’s cock to fuck you real good, baby?”

“Yes, daddy. I need it, please” I panted

Roman quickly entered me, reaching so deep, I could already feel him hitting my cervix.

He dug his fingernails upon the back of my thighs, securing my body firmly for his pleasure.

When it comes to fucking, Roman is a machine! Never once loosing his pace, never once getting tired, just giving you pound after pound relentlessly.

My nails dig into the baby pink ropes

“Please, oh please!” I whined

“Let it go, baby girl. Give it to me”

I was speechless as the second orgasm hits me. Soon after I felt Roman’s cum dripping out of me.

“So fucking perfect” He coos

“And all yours” I smirked at him softly

“You’re damn right you are, baby girl” He chuckled

Untying me from the ropes...

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the-duke-of-nuts · 3 years ago

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Is This Coffee Hot Or Is It Just You?

Day 3: Coffee Shop @dukexietyweek

Summary: Virgil finds out that a certain someone happens to work at the local coffee shop

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: Food Mention, Innuendos, Violence Mention, Literally all of my fics contain swearing so there’s that I guess

Tag List: @idontcareaboutcanon (If anyone else wants to be added just let me know)

Ah Coffee shops. Virgil never understood the appeal about a place filled with nothing but caffine, free WIFI, hipsters, and pastries. He certainly also didn't understand why he agreed to go to the local one near his apartment that his friends kept oh so begging him to go to for some reason. Well, by "friends" it was mostly Patton and Roman. His other two friends could care less about the place just as much as him. But here he was opening the door to the quiet semi-crowded shop. There was an oddly comforting atmosphere to it. The lights were dim, random relaxing music can be heard through the speakers, various different tea boxes and mugs hung on the shelves. "Maybe this place isn't so bad." Virgil thought to himself as he looked around the room. He walked forward to the counter as he happened to be the next person in line but then he saw him.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Remus Pierce. The same Remus Pierce that always flirted with him in high school. The same Remus Pierce that casually ate juiced bread at lunch to gross people out. The same Remus Pierce that Virgil secretly had a crush-

"Well hello there customer~ What can I get you~?" The said mustached, silver streaked hair barista asked smirking. "Coffee." Virgil deadpanned. "I'm afraid you're gonna need to be more specific than that." "Like my soul." Virgil glared. "Alright so black it is. And a name?" Remus smirked as he uncapped a marker and held an empty coffee cup. "Oh my god Remus you already know my-" Virgil took a deep breath in so he could stop himself from getting angry and causing an unnecessary scene and answered with a fake smile "Virgil." "I'm sorry can you spell that for me please? I don't wanna misspell a hottie like yours name like everybody else here does to the other customers."

That damn cocky smirk.

Virgil just wanted to kiss- punch that smug look off his face. "V-I-R-G-I-L." "Okay S-E-X-Y got it. Your beverage should be hot and ready for you shortly." Remus winked and booped Virgil's nose as he walked off to go make the emo's coffee. Virgil growled blushing and buried his face in his hands.

Damn him for being so hot- horrible!

Remus soon came back with Virgil's coffee and dramatically bowed as he held the cup for him to take."For you, my 'Bittersweet Symphony'. "Thanks..." Virgil hesitantly took the beverage. "How much?" He asked as he placed the cup down and reached for his wallet. "Oh for you it's on the house!" "Thanks I guess?" Remus smiled and responded with a nod and a hum.

You gorgeous fuck stop smiling!

Virgil's heart started beating a little faster. Surely Remus wasn't having this effect on him right? They've known each other since high school. There was nothing to be nervous about. The only reason Virgil didn't hear much about the barista after that was because Roman hardly ever talked about him. "So... You work here." Virgil stated as he tried to start a conversation. "Yup! Have been for a couple of months now. What about you? Do you do anything nowadays?" "Of course I do I do a lot of stuff!" Virgil immediately answered. " Oh really? Like what?" Remus asked amused. "Stuff..." Virgil half mumbled as he looked away. Remus cackled.

That disgustingly beautiful laugh.

"Vee Vee, I've known you long enough to know that you're not fully being honest because you're either 1, ashamed or 2, scared of what I'm gonna say. Now c'mon what do you actually do? I promise I won't judge." Virgil blushed. Was he really that readable?

"Fine. It's not like you care or anything but I write poems and sell them."

"Nice. Maybe one of these days you can read me one of your angsty emo sonnets. OOH! Or better yet I can help you write some juicy-"

"Not happening!"

"Fine fine suit yourself." Remus chuckled. "So what brings you here Finding Emo?"

"Prince Drama Queen and Chocolate Chip Cookies."

"Ah so Romano and Patty. That figures. You sure it wasn't for another reason~?"

"No?"

"C'mon admit it. I know you missed me~" Remus smirked playfully pinching Virgil's cheek. "I didn't even know you worked here!" Virgil blushed as he swatted Remus' hand away. "Yeah but now you do and you can see me aaaaanytime you want." "Whatever..." Virgil crossed his arms and looked away.

There soon became a silence between them. Since when did Remus' eyes get prettier? Maybe it was the eyeshadow? No he always had that. Maybe it was because they were a deep chocolate brown? His hair and lips definitely looked softer and- Shit! Virgil was staring!

Get out of there! Get out of there now!

"Anyways I should get going and uh-" Virgil cleared his throat as he picked up his coffee and turned around to leave as quick as possible but Remus stopped him. "Wait uh Virgil, can I ask you something?" Ah yes every anxiety-ridden person's favorite question. "You just did." Virgil deadpanned trying to play off his anxiousness. "You know what I meant!" Remus said slightly irritated.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Okay so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out together later after my shift?"

Virgil blushed. "Like a date?" "If you want it to be~" Remus wiggled his eyebrows and winked. "But in all seriousness yeah kind of." A date!? Remus was far from being the romantic type. This had to be a trick right!?

"Remus I-"

"Look, I know you don't like me much and you probably hate me, but just give me this one chance... Please?" Remus took Virgil's hand and gave him a pleading look. Virgil unconsciously held Remus' hand tighter staring into his eyes. He felt bad. Did Remus really think he actually hated him? That was far from the truth. Virgil loved him. He loved him so damn much since the moment he first laid eyes on him. He just didn't know how to tell him. Let alone show him.

Virgil sighed. "Fine. One date and that's it. If I actually have a good time, I'll maybe consider going on some more with you. If not, then whatever we have going on between us isn't happening.” That was an obvious lie. Virgil would've agreed to go on countless ones regardless of the outcome and accept to being Remus' boyfriend if he asked but he never wanted to actually admit that to the barista's face.

"I won't disappoint!" Remus smiled getting a little excited. "Yeah yeah whatever. Just out of curiosity, what exactly is this date?" Virgil asked knowing fully well that this "date" the barista had planned was far from his twin's definition. Remus smirked and leaned forward for only Virgil to hear. "Two words. Baseball bats and breaking shit." There's the Remus he knew and loved.

Still chaotic as ever.

Virgil smiled. "Alright you've piqued my interest." "I'm glad I did. If I'm lucky, we both know what happens after the first date~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up. You wish." Virgil blushed holding back a laugh and playfully pushed Remus' face away. Remus cackled.

"A man can fantasize."

"Yeah a little too much."

"So you have thought about-"

"Pierce! Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work!"

Remus rolled his eyes annoyed at his manager's voice in the distance. "I gotta go. My shift ends in like 2 hours and I put my number on the cup so just call or text me or come back by then." "Alright." Remus smirked. "What!?" Virgil blushed confused but immediately realized what that smirk meant.

Oh no.

Remus practically made this phrase a tradition everytime they said bye to each other. "I love you no homo." Yup there it was. Virgil sighed and facepalmed "I love you too no homo..." Remus smiled satisfied that Virgil still said it back since the day they first met.

"Later."

Virgil picked his coffee up and left and smiled to himself as soon as he went outside. After all of these years, he's still a dork. That's what Virgil always loved about Remus. And with that final thought, Virgil finally sipped his coffee and his smile grew wider.

He remembered exactly how I liked it.

#i genuinely don't know how spacing works for fanfiction so forgive the VERY shitty formatting #dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #remus #remus sanders #virgil #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #dukey writes

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S5 Ep10: Kaiba Embarrasses Himself on International Television Again

We start off this duel by teasing us into believing that this is a part of a theme park:

The Kaiba theme park is a weird mix of actual horrorscapes and animal crossing cutesy stuff...you can really tell what parts were Mokuba and what parts were Seto in this park.

But Leon takes it well, just kinda standing there as he’s done this entire arc--being a general forgettable nice boy who just...doesn’t do anything. Like he gets up, he plays cards, he sits down. Having him on top of a rock with melodramatic Little Mermaid waves crashing at his feet is laughably the opposite of Leon’s whole vibe.

Leon just seems like the type that listens to coffee shop ambient Youtube videos when he wants to amp himself up. This kid appears to attend a private school...somewhere...I think, and just went to a dueling competition in his school outfit because he literally doesn’t have a style of his own hanging in his closet.

Like Yugi wears his school outfit, but he does that ironically, to off-set the amount of makeup and hair spray he has in his hair. Leon wears the school outfit maybe because he admires Yugi so much, but is like “time for my rogue bow I wear in my hair. That’ll scare my competition.” He completely missed the point of the 00′s alt school outfit scene.

I do way too much art to not see the imagery. I feel like this is half my job, and playing “where’s the hidden Freudian meaning?” is half the fun of going to any art museum.

(read more under the cut)

Anyway, Seto got tired of no one paying any attention to him, so he stepped out of his 14-monitor mancave, he very quickly pulled his Dragon outfit out of the (dirty) laundry, flicked a couple sea crabs out of his pockets, spritzed it with Febreeze and called it “good enough.”

Like, is it just me, or has dragon jacket greyed out a tad from last season? Like it’s starting to get a little...worn? Like what funk is coming off of Seto Kaiba right now?

Also notice that he brought his giant stash of cards to the duel. He’s going to put on this show as if he’s not going to pull out the giant stash of cards. But like...he’s going to pull out the giant stash of cards. Like Hell boring ass Leon is going to play his deck of Candyland characters again.

Leon is declared a winner on Technicality and it’s like.

Damn Seto, for reals?

So congrats, Leon, you did literally nothing, again, and yet you mystifyingly persist on this show. Clearly you aren‘t going to grow a second head out of that ponytail like professor Quirrel in the last act of this arc.

That’s when Yugi’s hazy memory recalls something from the Before Times of “that time period before I was possessed by a needy ghost that eats up 3/4 of my memories and time.”

So Schroeder is Atari. Neat.

Also, this makes Zigfrieds outfits a hell ton more endearing when you realize he’s this Willy Wonka game company owner making toys for children. Kinda makes you wonder why Seto’s such a stick up the ass in comparison when it’s like--dude Kaiba, maybe you could learn a thing or two about whimsy. It could really help out your inconsistent park.

Anyway, Kaiba quickly realized who hacked the park and so, understandably, he asked Zigried to leave, which...backfired?

Y’all card culture is a lot. Everyone in the audience covered their faces in shame because they were so embarrassed by Seto Kaiba and I’m like...not sure why? Because he didn’t do a duel? Against this guy who snuck into his tourney not unlike Rex and Weevil? This asshole?

Recall that the last time Seto played a guy who had a fake name it was Marik freakin Ishtar and he killed a LOT of people (actually, it was Alister, pretending to be Pegasus, but he also killed a lot of people so that still tracks). Card culture can’t seem to learn from their mistakes, although Seto clearly sees the problem with dueling a professional hacker in a digital card game on a hologram that may or may not be able to murder you. At least its not a magic.

And so, tired of being humiliated on television, Seto decides to bust out the dueling gloves (well, not those gloves. You know what I meant) and use the equipment he BROUGHT WITH HIM and clearly never intended not to use in the first place.

(I hope you enjoy this dutch angle that wasn’t quite dutch enough, so it just looks like they’re lounging)

Roland patiently walks over from...somewhere? I don’t know where Roland comes from whenever he pops up, but he waltzed over to hold onto this suitcase as if that’s a formal part of his job.

I say this so often but like...I don’t know what Roland’s job is. He’s like a valet/butler/duel referee/duel cheerleader/CEO/and I will spend the rest of this series trying to understand it. Part of me is like...could Roland be a temp worker at an agency who just gets rehired for a different Kaiba Corp job every couple of weeks?

That weird ass fourthKaiba, I will never understand Roland.

Just one letter away from being a Zigfriend, Kaiba. Just one letter away. I know this because I misspell friend a LOT.

Zigfreind? Zigfriend? Damn it, both of them look the freakin same to me, this sucks! Why can’t I spell friend without autocorrect!?

Just the amount these two fight when Seto clearly barely even remembers who this guy even is.

Leon shows up in the seats, pretending that he’s totally cool about winning on a technicality right after Zigfried went on a rant about how shameful, irredeemable, and mortally embarrassing winning on technicalities are.

He seems to take it pretty well, smiling, sitting next to Rebecca, and then dissolving right into the background because this kid’s whole deal is being way too nice to exist on this show.

Y’all we just had that art meme where people were redrawing that “How to draw manga face” and guys...that’s what our anime used to look like.

I mean look at that uncomfortable chin there, that tapers in for some reason. Those eyes melting off of her face. The lack of any 3d sense. This was an anime ideal for a very, very long time.

Anyway, the “how to draw manga face” is a perfect masterpiece and never needs to change. (But it is fun to make fun of it although I guess the person that drew it was actually a kid, which makes sense from a publishing perspective to have a kid make a book about how to draw stuff for kids.)

We see a little flashback of Schroeder and why he hates Seto Kaiba, and can I just say, I kind of love this little outfit. Kind of a shame that it’s stuffed into a flashback.

Which is when we found out that Zigfried thinks Seto Kaiba did a plagiarism.

Which is hilarious because it was Gozaburo Kaiba who was plagiarizing Seto, so like...who did it first?

OK guys. Lets talk about this.

APPARENTLY, there was some sort of contest to work with Pegasus...kind of like an architecture contest (which is a thing, when a city is doing a big project, they send out a call, and big firms will compete to see who builds it) and I GOTTA know what Pegasus’ theme was.

Like did he say to all the little rich kid geniuses “I would like something that makes my cards ALIVE, can you do that?” Then when Pegasus got a hell ton of holograms and was he like “But ALIVE--it makes it alive, right boy?” And when he was shaking the hands of each stupid kid was he like “So if I hypothetically put my dead wife on a card and slapped it into the machine--could she EXIST. Like...enough? I just need her to legally exist is all, and not like..literally of course...but enough literally to be a sin against God, can you do that?”

I just want to know if Willy Wonka Wonderkid Von Schroeder had any idea he was creating a resurrection chamber for a dark wizard. Like he has no idea that he dodged getting his business bought straight from under him and his soul shoved into a card. And it’s not like Schroeder was going to abduct Yugi’s Grandpa and ensure that Yugi would be there to save him down the road. Like I’m pretty sure Schroeder would have been sacrificed waaay before that whole island contest even went down.

Zigfried got so freakin lucky. I can’t believe he’s mad. But then again...

...the man swims in milk pools so like...maybe his logic center is busted? Maybe he wanted to die in a horrific murder island? I don't know what Zigfried is into, but I do know that because Zigfried doesn’t have millennium rod powers linking him to the millennium eye--so would it have mattered? There’s destiny reasons that Pegasus chose Kaiba.

Course...we never found out where the scales ended up, have we? We think it’s Shadi, but have we seen Shadi bust those out since Season Zero?

Man that would be a good plot twist that will absolutely not happen.

Yo, make horse guy into a dark wizard, show, I dare you!

Anyway, that’s all for now, but if you want to read from the beginning, here’s the link:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#ygo #yugioh #yu gi oh #S5 #Ep10 #Seto Kaiba #Yugi muto #Duke Devlin #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #Mokuba Kaiba #zigfried von schroeder #leon

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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james and julia

this is for u james anon :) also let’s hope the tags work this time lmao

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“What’s up with the boys lately?” Julia asked Sophie after a stall in their conversation over ice cream. The six of them hung out occasionally, mainly when they went out, and Sophie loved the way they all fit together so seamlessly. She easily fit in with the boys and Rafe could hold his own hanging with the girls (probably thanks to his sisters), so it was no surprise that all of them together was always a fun time.

“Hmm. Nothing special, really...oh, James is getting back to dating. I did a complete overhaul of his Tinder the other day.” Sophie told her.

“Back to dating?” Julia cocked her head.

“Yeah, and his girlfriend broke up after three years a few months ago. Something about her not being able to handle long distance anymore, I don’t know. He took it pretty hard. Obviously.”

“Poor guy.” She commented, sitting back in her seat, thinking.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and my idiot boyfriend suggested he needed to get over her by getting laid.”

Julia snorted. “Lovely.”

“Right? Anyways, James went on a date after like a month and I’m pretty sure he came home and was miserable for a straight week, so I’m glad he’s kind of moving on. I don’t think the guys ever really liked her, but you know how stubborn people can be about high school relationships.”

______

After that conversation, Julia swiped through her Tinder that night, more purposeful than ever. It didn’t take long for James’ profile to pop up, and they two matched right away. She sent him a teasing message - funny seeing you here - then immediately cringed at her choice of words. James replied with an equally teasing tone, and the two texted for a while that night - and two nights following.

The group all went out that weekend and there was an awkward tension between Julia and James, but Sophie couldn’t quite place why. Instead of being the class clowns of the group like normal, they were both unusually quiet, not really contributing to conversations. When Sophie leaned over to Rafe, whispering her observation, he furrowed his brow, not having noticed a single thing.

“I’m gonna go get another drink, anyone want something?” Julia asked at the end of the night, raising her empty cup. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.” James stepped up, following her through the crowd to the bar. After they both ordered their drinks, standing shoulder-to-shoulder so they could fit in the tightly packed space, he broke the silence first. “So.”

“So.” Julia echoed, raising her eyebrows.

“Can I take you out?”

“That’s awfully forward of you.” She commented, smirking.

“Sorry, out of practice.” He offered a cheeky grin back. “Dinner tomorrow night? At that Mexican place on ninth, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sophie’s gonna kill me.”

“That’s not an answer.” James nudged her arm with his elbow playfully, sliding cash across the bar to pay for both their drinks. “And Rafe will probably kill me too, but hey, at least we’ll go down together.”

Julia hid her smile in her cup as she took a quick gulp, more for confidence than anything. “Or we could get out of here now. It’d probably take them a while to notice...”

“Now who’s being forward?” He smirked, then glanced over to where their friends were, blissfully unaware. “We’ll have to -”

“Go out the front, I know. Yours or mine?” She grinned, taking another long drink and willing herself not to shudder at the cheap vodka.

“Mine, I’m closer.” He knocked back the rest of his beer, then offered his hand. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Julia nodded, accepting his hand. “I still want that date though.”

He laughed as he leaned closer, making her shiver as his lips brushed against her ear. “You got it.”

Meanwhile, Rafe and Sophie were starting to get suspicious. “What do you think they’re so held up for?” She asked, pulling out her phone to text both of them separately. Rafe shrugged. “Friday night, we know it’s always packed here.”

“Ahh.” Sophie nodded in recognition, showing the group her phone with individual texts from each of them with a half-assed reply about meeting someone. Allie grinned. “You think it was that guy on Tinder she keeps texting?”

“Maybe. Wait, is this the first time -?”

“Hell yeah it is.” Rafe grinned, high-fiving Colin and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Well, good for him, I guess. Hope it’s a nice girl.”

_____

The next night, both Julia and James were getting ready for their date at their respective houses. Julia had refused to spill any details, claiming ‘a lady doesn’t kiss and tell’ when Sophie begged for the story. Colin and Rafe had snagged a few cupcakes and spare gel icing from the house chef, eloquently writing Congarts on the Sex - misspelling and all - as a present for James. He had laughed and snapped a photo, but didn’t tell much, just that it was a fun night and she left right after.

“Skirt or the jeans?” Julia held up both options with her turtleneck sweater, glancing in her closet for shoe choices.

“Depends on what sweater you’re going to wear.” Sophie stood and started rifling through her closet, shaking her head as she pushed multiple hangers over.

“What do you mean! This sweater is fine!”

“Yeah, for church, not a date with someone who’s already seen you naked!” She retorted, pulling out a v-neck sweater instead and a sleek leather skirt. “You want this, with the white boots. Trust me.”

“You’re the worst.” Julia grumbled, but took the clothes and changed anyways. “Should I curl my hair?”

“Hm...no. Not worth the effort. Are you planning on hooking up with this mystery man again tonight, do I have to go to Rafe’s?” Sophie handed her a lipstick to match the outfit.

“Um - uh, probably not -” Julia stuttered, racking her brain for a solution. “You know, when was the last time you two went out?”

“We went out last night.” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you nervous?”

“Going out with all of us doesn’t count. I meant on a date.” Julia took a breath, pleased with her distraction, and smoothed the color over her lips.

“Um...” Sophie trailed off, thinking. “A couple weeks, I guess, I’ve been busy. Where are you going, Rafe and I will go and stake out the date for you.” She grinned. “We’ll be subtle, I promise.”

“You and Rafe have like half an ounce of subtlety between you two, combined.” Julia snorted. “Make him take you to that new restaurant, the one that was in the student paper.”

Sophie thought it over for a moment, her smile faltering. “It’s kind of expensive.”

“Your ability to forget your boyfriend is rich is impressive.”

“Jules.”

“I’m serious! Plus he gets so excited when he can take you out, it’s kind of adorable.” She pressed. “It’s not like you’re doing anything else tonight.”

“Yeah, he kind of does.” Sophie agreed - Rafe loved spoiling her as often as possible, even though she was still getting used to it. “Can I at least get his name?”

Julia had prepared for this question, at least. “It’s Jack, and no, you don’t know him.”

“Ugh, a J name.” Sophie shuddered jokingly, shooting a text to Rafe.

“Yeah, his only downfall.” Julia laughed, albeit a little forced as she thought of the main reason the two of them were probably doomed.

___

Meanwhile, Rafe was hyping James up for his date, blasting rap music way too loud as he ironed his clothes for him. (“Because no one fucking appreciates a well-pressed pant around here,” Rafe had argued, snatching James’ wrinkled clothes out of his hands.) “You kind of did things backward with all this.”

James shrugged. “Guess so. It was her idea.”

“The date or hooking up?”

James grinned as he accepted his freshly ironed shirt from Rafe. “Hooking up.”

“You should be careful though, you know? I mean, you shouldn’t launch into all this so quickly, take it easy.” Rafe told him a little warily, just wanting the best for his friend.

“I know, I know, it’s casual.” James reassured him.

“So...are you gonna need the room? It’s kind of early for dinner.”

“Uh...I mean, I’m not sure...”

Rafe’s face lit up as he received a text from Sophie and he eagerly shot back a reply. “Never mind, looks like I have a date night tonight too. Where are you taking this girl? If you’re going to that new place, I’ll see you there.”

“No, just the Mexican restaurant on ninth. Not pulling out all the stops.” James laughed, shaking his head at Rafe’s sudden mood switch. “Sophie’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I...yeah, probably.” He decided against a rebuttal. “But she’s finally letting me take her out on a nice date, for the first time in ages, so I’ll take it.”

“Didn’t you go to the art museum downtown a couple weeks ago?” James asked, grateful for the conversation topic changing.

“Yeah, and it turned out she had to go for one of her classes and do a few sketches. I swear she can’t go three seconds without being productive.” Rafe shook his head, though he smiled fondly as he talked about her.

“Fucking simp.”

“C’mon, you’re the romantic, you know it’s love.” Rafe grinned and James rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. “I’m leaving, have fun.”

“You too! Text me if I have to go to Soph’s!” Rafe called after him.

_____

After Rafe and Sophie’s dinner, Rafe insisted on taking her to a swankier bar downtown by the restaurant instead of their normal college spot. When she paused, calculating in her head and reaching for her phone to check her budget app to see if she could swing expensive cocktails, he grabbed her purse and slung it over his shoulder. “On me, angel.”

“Everything has been on you lately.” She protested, holding her hand out expectantly for her purse.

“Good, so it’s how it should be.” Rafe shot her a grin and took her hand as they walked down the street. “You should have brought the navy purse instead, the black kind of clashes with my outfit.”

Sophie snorted, giving in. “Didn’t think you’d be wearing my accessories tonight, my bad.”

“Ah, but you should never assume.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, glancing in the window as they walked to the door - and did a double-take, spotting James. “Hold on, is that -”

She turned and followed his gaze, seeing Julia opposite James at a dimly-lit back table through the bar. “Holy shit.”

“Do you still want to go in?”

“Yes, we’re going to go interrogate -” She tugged on his hand, pulling him into the bar as Rafe leaned back. “Soph, maybe we shouldn’t -” He hissed, but she ignored him, walking right past the hostess’s stand.

“Ma’am, all our tables are reserved -” The hostess called toward Sophie, but Sophie turned on her heel and shot her a sweet smile. “That’s alright, we’re meeting friends.” She tugged her hand out of Rafe’s and strode over purposefully as he followed quickly behind. Once she made it to their table, she just stopped short of slamming her hands on it, both the drinks rattling a little.

James glanced up with nothing but fear in his eyes. “Oh, Sophie, nice to see you here -”

“What the hell is going on here?” She demanded, shooting glares at both James and Julia. James slunk back a little in his seat, while Julia just winced.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like to know too.” Rafe chimed in, sliding into the booth next to James as Sophie did the same.

“I told you they’re both off limits, James.” Sophie pointed an accusing finger at him. “Did you somehow forget my one rule? Literally just one?”

“To be fair, you don’t speak for me -” Julia started, only for Sophie to whirl on her. “You! You were being so sneaky when you normally spill every detail - I should not know how big every single dude you’ve hooked up with is -”

“Wait, you two hooked up? Julia’s the mystery girl?” Rafe made the connection a moment too late, then threw his hands up in exasperation. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” James apologized quickly. “But if we’re pointing fingers, it was her idea -”

“James!” Julia sighed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, I knew this wouldn’t work.”

“You said we could keep it a secret!”

“Not from fucking Sherlock over here!” Julia snapped, jamming her thumb toward Sophie.

“Was it worth it?” Rafe interrupted the argument, stepping on Sophie’s toe gently to hopefully put out some of the flames in her eyes. She only kicked him in the shin in response.

Both James and Julia shared a glance, debating their answers. “Honestly?” She asked.

“Yes, honestly.” Rafe nodded, sending a warning look to Sophie to keep her quiet.

James hesitated, not wanting to hurt Julia’s feelings. “I mean, I think you’re really nice -”

“Yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad -”

“Oh my god, please don’t even start there.” Sophie mumbled, her face twisting at the thought of her friends together like that.

“And I think you’re pretty -” James started again.

“But there’s nothing there.” Julia finished for him, offering him a quick smile. “I think we’re perfectly fine as friends, but that’s it.”

James nodded in agreement, relieved she felt the same. “Yeah, exactly. No hard feelings.”

Sophie let out a slow exhale. “Alright. I mean. You’re sure? Because if there’s really something, I can, like, chill out. Probably.”

Rafe smirked. “I’d say your entrance here contradicts that.”

Julia laughed, breaking the tension. “I’m sure. We were just talking about his ex before you interrupted, so I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”

Rafe shoved James’ arm, shaking his head. “That’s the one topic I told you to avoid.”

“We actually were having a decent conversation, if you two don’t mind? The least I can do is get you another drink, Julia.” James laughed, pushing him back aimlessly.

“...Fine.” Sophie stood, shaking her head. “Just as friends, though.”

“Just as friends.” Julia promised, sending her a grateful smile.

As Rafe and Sophie left, he let out a loud laugh as soon as they exited the bar. “Jesus Christ, Sophie. James looked like he was about to piss himself, he was so scared.”

“Good! She’s off limits! I warned him!” She exclaimed.

“I know, it’s like incest.” Rafe shuddered and slung his arm around her shoulders, walking with her to find another bar. “But hey - you think Allie and Colin might be a good match?”

“Rafe Cameron.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

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