#ah man ive missed this old place

[gallifreyvn]

so im back on tumblr for the first time in like five years because twitter is imploding

im massively into and will probably post a lot about

- doctor who (both classic and new)

- good omens

- bbc ghosts (and other six idiots related stuff)

if any of that’s your thing too gimme a follow?

[hiddenlife-manager]

i dont know if you do driver x driver x reader, if you do then maybe oscar x logan x reader? if you dont then just logan x reader is good. i dont really have a good idea for smut but if youre up for it there could be some oral sex, choking, possessiveness, and degradation? ima gonna be honest its been a hot minute since ive read your smut so id theres something in my request youre not comfortable with, my apologies!

Logan Sargeant X Reader X Oscar Piastri

cw... anal, double penetration, not edited, cumshot, kissing with cum, hair pulling, slight dom, slight hinting to the two of them being into each other, gagging, blow job, oral, jealousy, timeskip, plot and porn, etc...

notepad... HIYA! Second post of the day. Honestly speaking I enjoyed this. But i probably could have spent more time on it. Either way I had fun.

There were only a few things Logan Sargeant had that Oscar Piastri didn’t. He hated to admit it, but it was true that Oscar was the better rookie and the better driver. He had things that Logan didn't, but he had one thing—the only thing Oscar couldn’t have and wanted more than anything. He had you. You were his trophy, the girl the two of them fought for in the Perma days. There was no hate between the two of them, still being the closest of friends, but Oscar could never help but be filled with jealousy each time he saw you with Logan. He was the better match for you, yet you chose Logan. 

It was the Miami Grand Prix; you were there supporting Logan after a disappointing week. Oscar certainly had a bad week, but compared to Logan, it was a hundred times better. He couldn’t help looking at you talking to Logan, walking hand in hand. He wanted what Logan had; it was selfish; you were happy; his friend was happy; he knew it was wrong. 

“Hey Oscar!” He heard Logan's voice call him out, it stunned him. He looked up, seeing him walk up with you. You waved to him, clearly unaware of his feelings.

“Oscar, you look great; how long has it been?” You asked, letting go of Logan's hand, hugging the tall man. Leaving him confused for a moment, he slowly raised his arms to hug you back. It had been sometimes since he felt your touch that all the feelings he felt became stronger than ever. 

“Likewise, are you two still together?” He asked if it was true that you were never in the media and were also never posted about. You nodded. Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her away. 

“Stronger than ever. Oscar, do you want to join us for dinner at my place? Like before, this time at my own home.” Logan asked him rather quickly. Oscar was unsure of how to respond. After spending an entire night with you and Logann being in love, It sounded like hell, yet he missed you, the sound of your laughs, or the way you talked. It was a tough decision; it felt like hours passed while the two waited for his answer. 

“Like old times.” 

“Ah~” You mumbled your head back, your legs being pushed while Logan’s mouth sucked at your clit. How did Oscar get here? Watching his friend eat out the girl he wanted. He could have left, but he stayed. Your moans sound so sweet, like honey to him. He watched Logan suck your clit almost as if he were making out with your pussy. You were clearly close to orgasming, your words becoming less coherent. He heard the low voice of Logan. 

“You’re our guest, Oscar; I know you want to.” Logan stood up, looking at him with your juices on his lips. Logan knew him too well. Oscar walked over to you and him. Logan sighed, seeing your panting face cumming just by his mouth. “You are my friend, but do know I am possessive of her. Don’t leave a mark on her Oscar, or I might not be able to forgive you for it.” 

Oscar nodded; it seemed like all that Logan told him went through one ear and out the other. Logan sighed, climbing on the bed right behind you, hauling your panting body up. He used his chest to support your back, putting you right at the edge of the bed for Oscar. His other hands spread your legs wide. 

“You want me to?” Logan rolled his eyes, taking one hand away from you and tossing a condom for Oscar to catch. He hated it because he was acting so inexperienced in front of you. He held the condom, opening it while pulling his cock out and putting the protection on properly. 

“Pick a hole, ass or pussy?” 

“I know you, Logan; you pick.” Logan smiled upon hearing Oscar say such a thing. He was caressing your cheek, flipping you over, and having you on all four. 

“I say surprise her. You dreamed of this, so do what you want for once.” Oscar knew Logan's kind heart was nothing but excited to have control over him. Logan pulled out his cock, pumping it a few times. "Besides, I have her mouth.” He shoved his cock into your mouth suddenly. Oscar began to hear the lewd sounds of your muffled gags. He groaned while doing it. He shoved his cock up your ass. It was so tight, and you were so unprepared. “You picked her ass. I’ve been training her, so she’ll be fine.” 

Logan gently placed his hands on your head, playing with your hair; cooing at you. Oscar could tell he truly cared for you. No matter what, even face-fucking you, he had a hint of gentleness. Oscar held onto your hips, bouncing you back and forth on his cock. Causing moans to be heard that were muffled by Logan's cock in your mouth. Logan thrust deep into your mouth, gagging echo into the large room. 

“Can I grab her hair?” Logan smirked, nodding to him. Oscar's hand went to your hair, pulling it back, causing a small pop when your lips left Logan's cock. Logan used the opportunity of shock from you to shove his cock once more into your beautiful mouth. Logan and Oscar found themselves moaning, both enjoying the view of you being used. Clearly, they both enjoyed it; their relationship has been a bit rocky since Logan got with you, and this was a good way to get them to fix it. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind it; you were being fucked in two holes and forced into a moaning mess. You loved it even when your hands got weak. They began to shake, feeling like you were about to orgasm. You knew Logan was close, his cock twitching in your mouth and his thrust being deeper than normal, making you gag even louder than before. You weren’t sure how Oscar orgasmed and were unsure if he was close or not, yet the sounds of his whimpering from how good your ass felt told you all you needed. 

The abuse of your ass and mouth continued until Logan thrust so deep it made you gag that you had to pull away while he came. Oscar grabbed your hair tightly, your mouth open, and Logan once more shoved his cock in your mouth, making you milk him dry. You were gasping for air, trying to moan, cum flowing out of your lips, unable to hold yourself up. Oscar fucked you faster; you knew he was enjoying it, but it became overwhelming for him. 

That was until he pulled you back by your hair so tight that he sat you up and came into your ass deep, filling his condom up. Leaving you moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock getting soft slowly. You were still covered in cum. Logan leaned down to you, kissing you deeply, not caring about the cum clearly on your lips. Oscar is still deep inside you; his cock is so deep that it feels better than any woman he has been with.

“We can do this again, Oscar.” Logan and Oscar were both naked, watching your sleeping body. You went right to sleep after they helped clean you up. 

“I missed you too, Logan.” They turned to each other and shook hands, firmly embracing each other in a quick hug.

[froggibus]

GIRL HI IDK IF YOUVE HAVE BUT LIKE COLE CASSIDY COWBOY RULE???? 🫶🏽

The Cowboy Rule - Cole Cassidy (NSFW)

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x f! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2k

Summary: while out for drinks with Cass, you decide to put on his hat without knowing about the cowboy rule

CW: straight filth, alcohol, slight possessiveness? semi-public sex, car sex, switch! Cass, switch!reader, dirty talk, praise, degradation, nipple play, teasing, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy kink? banter, riding, cowgirl position, pet names (cowboy, cowgirl, baby)

ok so I had to look up what that was but apparently if you take a cowboys hat you have to ride the cowboy?? idek I fell in love with that idea and that’s how this happened 🫶🏼 ive missed you guys a lot so I’m just happy to be back

Cassidy chugs down the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass back on the wooden bar counter with a thud. He licks the amber liquid off of his lips and flashes you a grin. “Be right back, darlin’.”

You raise an eyebrow but say nothing, waiting until he’s just out of sight before reaching for the cowboy hat he’d taken off an hour earlier. You always wanted to try it on, but the man was practically attached to it and you never had the chance. Until now. 

You set the vodka cran you’ve been drinking down on the counter and slowly place it on top of your head. “Call me Cassidy,” you mock his accent, “Cole Cassidy.”

“Now, now, I don’t think I sound like that, do I?”

You almost go white when you hear his voice over your shoulder, but you recover quickly. “No, my voice is a bit deeper.”

“Yeah?” He sits back on his bar stool next to you and orders another whiskey. “Ever heard of the cowboy rule, y/n?”

“The cowboy rule?”

He smiles knowingly at the bartender who sets a glass of whiskey down. “Do you know the cowboy rule?”

The bartender glances at the hat on your head, then at Cole, and flashes you a smirk. “Ah, don’t drag me into this.” He returns to cleaning glasses behind the counter. 

You look anywhere but at Cole, choosing instead to look at the wooden support beams around the room. You can feel his whiskey eyes boring into the cowboy hat that rests on your head, but you make no move to look at him until he starts speaking again. 

“So the cowboy rule,” he starts, “proclaims that if a woman takes a cowboys hat, she’s gotta ride the cowboy.”

Your face burns at his words and in your shock, you whip your head back to stare at him. “I—what?”

He’s grinning at you, his ears tinged pink. “You heard me, pumpkin.”

You clench your thighs slightly, and you can’t tell if the sudden heat in your stomach is from his words or the alcohol, or maybe a combination of both. He’s handsome, sure, and from the stories you’ve overheard, he knows what he’s doing. 

“So if I do ride you,” you start, suppressing giggles at the surprise on his face, “do I get to keep the hat on?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

You knock back the rest of your drink and wave the bartender back over to pay for your tab. Cassidy grabs your hand and practically drags you out of the bar. 

“Slow down, cowboy, we’re not even home yet.” 

“Who said anythin’ about goin’ home?” He clicks the unlock button on his keys just as you approach his old red pickup truck. 

He opens the back driver side door and gestures for you to get in. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “In the parking lot?”

“Is that a problem?”

You shake your head and slide back in the seat, reaching up to grab him by his collar and tug him on top of you. He hooks his boot on the door handle and shuts it behind you guys before moving to straddle your waist. 

You try to think of something snarky to say but Cassidy shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours. The taste of nicotine and whiskey floods your senses, a slightly sweet tinge to his tongue. 

He sucks on your tongue and presses a knee between your legs. You can’t help but thrust your hips up and grind against his thigh, the friction making you whine. 

You reach up to grab something to ground yourself, your fingers finding his hair and tangling with the chocolate strands. You give it a tug and he moans into your mouth, pulling away to smirk at you.

“I knew you liked it rough,” he teases. 

You roll your eyes at him, “you don’t know the half of it.” You lock your legs around his hips and flip yourself over so that you’re on top of him. “That’s much better.”

You have your legs on either side of his, his bulge rubbing right up against your core. You’re practically gushing, so wet it leaves a dark spot on his jeans. He reaches his hands up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra. 

“Lord,” he groans, “I’d give you every hat I have if I could see you like this everyday.”

You lean and press a kiss to his lips, “easy cowboy,” you move your lips down to his jaw, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He shivers under your touch, swallowing hard when you move your lips from his jaw to his neck and suck a dark mark into the skin. His calloused fingers dig into your hips, “e-easy now, no teasin’.”

You bounce on his hips slightly, his hard cock grinding on your throbbing clit through your pants. He grunts at the friction and you bite your lip to keep from whining. 

His hands travel from your hips and up to your shoulders, lifting up your cowboy hat momentarily to tug your shirt over your head. He places the hat on again and cups your face, before he tugs you down to kiss him again. One of his hands wraps around your back to unclasp your bra. If you weren’t so needy, you’d be impressed. 

“So pretty,” he hums, moving his mouth down to kiss the tops of your boobs. He’s gentle, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it. 

“D-don’t tease,” you whine. 

He pulls back. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than complaining?”

He rubs the tips of his index and middle fingers on your lips, slowly pushing them into your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and start to suck on them. 

“That’s a good girl,” he pets your head before returning to your chest. “Keep at it.”

He slowly kisses down your left side, kissing in a square pattern on the outside of your nipple. His mouth is hot and wet and has you squirming for more. Cass moans when you dig your hips a little too hard into his. 

Finally, his hot mouth closes around your nipple and you moan around his fingers. He’s an expert, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to use his teeth and when to go soft. You whine against his fingers, arching your back and thrusting your hips into his. 

The friction does little to help the throbbing in your core and only succeeds in making Cass go harder. Finally, you can’t take it anymore. 

You let his fingers fall from your mouth and pulls way from him. Cass looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “did I say you could stop?”

You place a hand on his chest and shove him back on the bench so that he’s laying down. “I’ve had about enough of you being in charge,” you grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. “It’s my turn, cowboy.”

You never would have guessed that Cass has a submissive side. Yet, he laid down on his back and let you use him all the same. 

You run your hands over his smooth chest, admiring the scars and the way his metal arm seems to meld into his skin perfectly. You plant light kisses across the border of metal and flesh, and Cass sucks in a breath. 

Your hands run lower, following his treasure trail to the top button of his jeans. You pop it open easily, making quick work of the zipper and propping yourself up on your knees to tug his pants off. You’re greeted with his hard cock straining against his red boxers, and you drool at the sight of it. 

“So worked up for me,” you sigh, running your finger across the outline of his dick. 

Cass pants at your touch, especially when you start to trail your fingers across the waistband of his shorts. You slip a finger in and run it across the skin on the inside. You hook another finger inside and finally tug his boxers off. 

His cock springs out, hard and veiny, the head red and dripping with pre cum. You grip the base snugly, giggling at the way Cass sighs and throws his head back. 

You lick the tip, the salty sweet taste of his precum flooding your mouth. He bucks his hips forwards, trying to force more of his cock into your mouth. 

“Not yet, cowboy. You cum inside me or not at all.”

Cass groans at your words, the sheer thought of stuffing you full of his cum and fucking it back into you is almost enough to make him cum. You tug down your bottoms almost too eagerly, your sopping panties practically dripping onto his lap. 

You slip your panties off and move so that your entrance is above the head of his cock. “Ready, cowboy?”

“After you, cowgirl.”

You slowly sink onto the head of his cock, your pussy so wet it slides in easily. He’s big enough that the stretch is almost painful, your walls squeezing around him. The two of you moan in tandem as you pause just after his head, trying to adjust. 

Cass grabs your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You slide down a few more inches, eyes rolling back in your head at the friction. He bottoms out a few seconds later, your cunt flesh against his balls. Both of you are breathless, Cole’s hands slightly shaking in anticipation. 

You move back up his length slowly before going back down, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls almost overwhelming. Your movements are slow at first, hesitant, but as it starts to feel good, you get more confident. 

You start to bounce on his cock, your thighs slapping against his with every thrust. Cass helps guide you up and down his cock, desperate for more friction. His hat bounces on your head with every impact, your hair falling in your face. 

“S-shit,” he hisses, using his hands to slam you against him, “look so damn fine in my hat.”

You mimic the way he tips his hat, interrupted when he lifts his hips to slam into yours. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, heat building in your stomach. Cass continues to lift his hips to meet your movements, moving one of his hands down to your dripping cunt to rub your clit. 

The friction is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm rolling through you. Your muscles give in and you collapse onto his chest, your head hanging over his shoulder. Your walls clench around his cock, and Cassidy makes no move to slow down. 

He thrusts into you harder, trying to chase his own finish. “My little cowgirl,” he grunts, “cummin’ all over my cock. Such a naughty little slut.”

You whimper into his neck, feeling another orgasm starting to build up. 

“Want me to cum inside you baby?” He coos, “want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

“Y-yes!” You whine, wrapping your arms around him to keep yourself grounded. “Breed me, p-please Cass!”

Your words send him into overdrive, a primal growl ripping through him. He’s thrusting into you impossibly fast now, his balls slamming against your ass with every thrust. 

You squeal his name, your own voice sounding far away as you succumb to the pleasure. Cole’s thrusts get sloppier, and then he gives one final, hard thrust before spilling his cum deep inside of you. The warm cum filling you up is enough to bring about your own orgasm, intense shockwaves of pleasure washing through you. 

Your vision and hearing black out for a second as you cum, your muscles going rigid and then relaxing. Cassidy holds you to his chest, petting your back and mumbling in your ear while you cum. 

When you come to, you’re breathless and laying on top of Cass, his cock still buried inside of you. 

“So, cowgirl, did you enjoy the ride?”

[psuedosugu]

thinking about suguru with a witch-hunted reader.

“she’s a witch, she has to be!”

“she’s unholy, impure.”

“that girl, she has the devil in her.”

-regular whispers you heard from the inhabitants of the remote village you lived in, their judgmental gazes piercing into you, as they sensed your cursed energy, as they sensed that something was wrong with you.

you learnt to stay indifferent to their words, or at least to look the part, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t get to you sometimes. you often dreamed of leaving for the city, but you had little money and life would be hard, perhaps one day, though.

perhaps their observations weren’t of zero substance, though. while it might not have been particularly demonic, there was something unnatural about you. since the age of 8, you had seen these……things….lurking in the corners and in the dark. they were horrifying, and they only grew more hideous as you grew older.

then, at about 14, you realize that you had this strange connection to the world, particularly the oxygen around you. as you learnt how to harness your powers, you were able to create wind with nothing but your hands, and as your power grew, you realized you could do so much more, condensing air enough to lift, slice, and squeeze items, it was beautiful, but dangerous. you couldn’t let anyone know about your abilities, you couldn’t prove them right.

you slipped up though, of course you did, you couldn’t keep this part of you locked away forever. they had their proof now, they had their warrant to lock you away, planning to burn you on the steak for all to see, for all to celebrate the death of the witch. they didn’t really think it would be that easy, did they?

you killed them, the day of your execution. you killed the executioners and the onlookers, leaving only few to run away. you looked around at the chaos you had created, dead bodies limped everywhere. you were alone, so what now? you grabbed your belongings, stole some money (the townspeople were dead, its not like they would miss it, anyways), and set off on a bus ride, determined to make yourself a life. this was a new beginning, you thought, you were leaving everything behind.

this proved to be harder than you thought, though. with the money you had pocketed, you were able to stay some cheap motel at first, so atleast you weren’t sleeping on the streets, but your money wouldn’t last forever. you resorted to bussing tables at an old diner. the pay wasn’t great though, and you found yourself feeling isolated. you had no one to help you here, you were foreign and alone.

the day you got kicked out of your motel room, you were sitting in a park, unsure what to do, when a strange man approached you. he was tall, with long hair half up, half down, and a strange aura to him. “are you [first-name] [last-name]?” he asked with a kind voice. you eyed the man with distrust, but nodded anyways.

“ah,” he said, “ive heard so much about you. i suppose i should introduce myself. im suguru geto.” he smiled. suguru had heard the hushed bickering of a curse user, one who wiped out a whole village in self defense. he found you intriguing, and a perfect addition to his cause, his mission to eradicate all non-sorcerers, or monkeys, as he called them. “…what do you mean, ‘you’ve heard about me?” you stammered out, eyes slightly widening. he ignored your question, instead asking “do you have a place to stay, miss [last-name]?” you shake your head no.

“well, you can come with me if you’d like. i have a place you can stay, with other curse users.” of course he didn’t tell you the fine print yet, he needed to rope you in first.

you messed around with the words ‘curse user’ in your mind. so thats what people like me were called? you also played around with the idea of trusting this man. he came out from nowhere, and his offer sounded too good to be true, but you couldn’t wave away the comforting feeling he radiated. he was like you, and things couldn’t get much worse than how they were now, you thought, so that settled it.

you went with the strange man, unsure of what would happen to you. little did you know, you would be getting sucked into a life-altering decision.

pt 2 is coming eventually guys dw!!

[lighthouseshepard]

dollins prompt here goes.

so i've always imagined that noel wouldn't want to be called charlie because that's who he was before (gestures vaguely) all the shit went down. could you write him + collins talking about that??? prefereably in a gay manner???

if you do i'll send you more doodles 🤭🤭🤭

HI HELLO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SOME TIME this is the first dollins thing ive written so. hopefully you enjoy it (: (not sure if it fits the bounds of the prompt exactly but!! its where my brain went!!)

"So," Dennis says with an anticipatory lilt to his tone that Noel inmediately doesn't care for in the slightest. "Charlie, huh?"

The name is said so casually, Noel almost doesn't process it. He glances sharply up from where his gaze had been fixated absently at a point beyond the other's left shoulder, attention lost somewhere in the smooth curve of the bathroom sink's porcelain.

"What?" he stutters out, "did you just call me?"

Dennis doesn't even flinch. He pauses in his meticulous work, the razor held inches away from Noel's stubble-covered jaw.

"Charlie?" he says again. "That is your name, isn't it, sweetheart?"

Noel's voice smooths out into a tone he hopes is calm, ignoring the way his fist curls up into a tight ball against his leg. Years had passed since he last heard those two syllables uttered in his presence. Encountering them here of all places was jarring to say the least. "Where did you hear that from?"

Dennis shrugs. "Little birdy told me."

"Collins."

"Ah, come on now," Dennis protests, grinning. "We aren't on a first name basis, detective? I woulda thought givin' you a nice shave so late at night would earn me something."

"Charlie is not my first name," he grinds out through half gritted teeth. "And you offered to do this, if you'll remember."

Dennis pauses to step back, flipping on the sink long enough to rinse the razor clean for another go. "Well, I felt bad," he admits, turning back to face Noel with a wink. "Considering you kinda can't and all."

"Who's fault would that be?" Noel huffs.

"I didn't ask ya to smuggle me out of the station," Dennis remarks. "You did that on your own."

"You shouldn't have come up to see me mid-day! I signed those release papers, yes, but it doesn't absolve you from everything you did after."

"I missed you, alright? Jesus, lad, let an old man be sentimental for once."

He takes a step closer, eyes flicking down to Noel's bandaged hand resting in his lap. From where he's perched on the edge of the bathtub, there's a tinge of guilt visible in Dennis's quiet expression Noel doesn't know what to make of. He feels it as a barbed flutter somewhere along his chest, twisting pleasurably in and out of the bones of his ribs. Dennis reaches down with the hand not currently holding the razor, but Noel shifts imperceptibly away from him.

"At least let me have a proper look at it," Dennis pleads.

"No."

"Come on, Charlie, like I said. I feel bad. I don't even know how ya managed to break it on the way out."

"Yeah, well I don't know either," mutters Noel, ignoring the name again. "Maybe somewhere along trying to shove you out the fire escape?"

Another shrug. "Maybe. I, uh... look, I won't come visit anymore if you don't want me to, you know. Didn't mean ta get you all in a twist."

Noel sighs heavily, a smile he wants to regret but finds himself fully incapable of curving the corners of his mouth. "Now I didn't say that exactly, did I?"

Dennis hums, a few notes of a song Noel had come to know well by now just from being in the other's company. The tune did not so much as haunt the Butcher as it accompanied him through every waking moment like a dog at his heels, often whining, usually content to leave him be so long as he fed it scraps of acknowledgement every once in a while. Not for the first time Noel wondered in objective fascination what went on behind those blue eyes, what kind of subtle symphony played out while his hands twisted around a spool of bloody piano wire. Or, more pressing, what he may have been thinking while he held a razor delicately to Noel's throat.

"I could have done this myself," he protests not for the first time without much merit. "Doesn't take two hands to shave."

Dennis merely smiles again, not deigning to give him an answer. The blade scrapes against day old stubble effortlessly, sharp enough to cut if he moved without warning.

"You sure are puttin' a lot of trust in me here," Dennis reminds him, "holdin this blade to you, Charlie."

"Oh would you - ow!"

He winces, reaching up to dab at the tiny bead of blood on his neck as the razor slips. Dennis frowns.

"See? That's what I mean. A lot of trust. You gotta keep still, lad. We can't have this pretty face of yours all bloodied up, now can we?”

Noel watches him raise a soft towel snagged off the countertop to the side of his neck, dabbing at the spot he nicked. Curious, how hands more familiar with the cold unforgiving angles of a gun or the resolute handle of a knife could touch him so gently. 

"Alright, out with it," Noel sighs. "Where did you hear that name, Dennis?"

"Like I said-"

"No, don't bullshit me. We're both too smart and too old for that. Just tell me."

"I, uh..." he trails off. "I looked inta ya."

"The criminal looking into the detective?" he scoffs, shifting on the edge of the tub, unable to keep from leaning into Dennis's touch even if he wanted to. "The irony is unparalleled."

"Had to know who was chasin' me, didn't I? It was a long while ago, back before I knew you.”

“You don't know me,” Noel mutters, his deflection falling short of convincing.

The towel lifts from his face with an accompanying chuckle so soft it seems to float, filling the single foot of space left between them. Fingers trail down the edge of his jaw that had already been shaved clean, dipping lower to trace the scar along the side of his neck. 

“Aye, I know you, alright,” Dennis says quietly. “Just like you know me, detective. We're opposite sides of the same coin. You could look in a mirror and see me as easily as you'd see yourself.”

“Dennis,” he starts helplessly, but he's interrupted before he has an opportunity to continue searching about maddeningly for the right word.

“Besides, do you really need to hear where I got that name from? Would it change anything? We might be the only two alive to know who it belongs to.”

“Yes,” Noel says pointedly. “I do, goddammit.” 

“Hmm,” Dennis mumbles. “Maybe if you keep perfectly still while I fix up the other side of you here, I'll tell ya.” 

His hand falls back to his side. Noel feels the scrape of the razor once more, drawing a path down by his temple. He isn't certain necessarily if trust was what allowed him to hold himself in this fragile position, or if a bizarre fascination was responsible. Perhaps he was growing soft as the years went by, he thinks. Perhaps he was simply too stupid by his own choosing to fully comprehend what he had fallen into. 

“Charlie’s dead,” Noel murmurs, lifting his chin so Dennis could get a better angle. “I killed him two and a half years ago.”

“I killed a lot of people and their ghosts still stick around,” Dennis says contemplatively. “Addin’ their notes to the music. Charlie’s a nice name. You get real pink every time I say it.”

“Is that a confession?” Noel drawls. “I could have you arrested for that, you know.”

“You could, sure. You could lend me a kiss for all my hard work here keepin’ you presentable, too.”

“You’re awfully demanding for someone I should rightfully have in handcuffs, you know that?” Noel mutters, but as gray eyes find blue, he lets the shift in an atmosphere suddenly charged through with subtle electricity wash willfully over him. 

Dennis grins, the razor halted, his lips an inch away. “Don't make promises you can't keep."

[serene-sun]

Copia and self insert

You groan, the awful feeling in your lower intestines making your breath hitch.

Papa shoots you a look from his seat beside the hospital bed.

“zucchero?” He looks up from his book to you, a look of concern underneath his skull makeup.

“My…stomach.” You blurt out, as if maybe breathing would make the pain worse.

At this point, breathing, talking, even thinking makes everything ten times worse. It had only been the second night here, in this bright white hospital room. The Tv was so fuzzy you could only make out a few words, but at-least having the back ground noise of a faceless man selling old people cheap jewelry for more was something to focus on other than the distant feeling in your gut.

Disgust. Failure. Disappointment. And worse of all; shame.

People always say a hospital smells like pure death, well they were half right. It wasn’t a smell, the only thing you could smell was alcohol from cleaning pads. God it be a sin if any nurse or doctor that provoked you all night and day with pills smell in the slightest like roses or tulip. You’d rather smell their body Oder.

Maybe that was another reason why you liked Copia being there, he was a godsend of all things faithful.

He smelled of light red wood, and a hint of incense and candle smoke. And all of the sudden, black is a color. He was the only one wearing that dark frilly shirt and black vest, surrounded by pink and blue scrubs.

The everything white theme was about to make you go insane if the constant beeping monitor beside you didn’t first.

“Ah si, I believe it’s from all of the medicine in your system my dear.” Copi stands up to be with you at your bed, “not treating your tummy very well eh?”

He places his hand on yours, holding it tightly. You look at it, how pale and purplish it had gone. You wince catching a glimpse of the tape holding down the IV in your wrist.

“Well amore, it’s not just you who wants you out of here as soon as possible.” Copia pats your hand, with a little click of his tongue, “the ghouls miss you terribly, you know they will cuddle you to death once we return.”

I only make a small noise in return. The feeling of his warm hand is nice, he had taken off his gloves.

You hate the silence, “where’s your gloves off to?”

“I-“ copia thinks before he speaks, as if he might regret it, “I thought maybe you needed something that wasn’t latex gloves, just to you know…” copia awkwardly looks away.

“Thank you.” I also look away, the room sure is boring besides a vase of flowers and a painting.

“So…I uhm…wanted to ask.” Copia sounds as if he doesn’t to trust in his words, like he doesn’t know if they will come out appropriate or not. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”

Copia makes a hand gesture saying enough, then pushes his lips together.

He stays silent, “but…you know I’m here for you. Everything you go through, I am behind you and I am here to support you.” He looks at you and tries to smile.

“Like a brick wall.” He adds, trying to lighten up his push for answers.

I look at him, and I start to feel a bit uncomfortable. “I don’t think that your weak, but I don’t think that with how deeply you love me that you could handle it.”

“I promise you bambino, if it’s for you, I’ll do anything.”

[thesherrinfordfacility]

wow so in the championships of fucked up batshit posts written by rhi✨, i do think this takes the title but i am really concerned that this might be the case... so,, hear me out

s2 = possibly clue? like, for real???? like alternative EP1 ENDINGS/SCENES???

so laure @theeminentlyimpractical and i had basically noticed at the same time that crowley's sideburns drastically change clip to clip, promo to promo, throughout the stuff we have of s2 so far, and this led us to have the, i guess, fairly insignificant theory that there is a falling out and a timeskip. now obvs this theory is quite old, very much in its infancy, and probably very inaccurate, but like 2500 people have at least seen it and we have reputations to maintain so we looked into it further

now pretty much ALL content released to us is either ep1 or ep2, or minisodes, or maybe the odd photo (e.g. i think the aziraphale/clipboard one is firmly ep5). but most stuff we have tbh can almost be chronologically traced and plotted. well - all except this:

the scene where crowley finds out about the naked man friend? short sideburns:

in the shop, finding out that it's gabriel?

long sideburns.

(not to mention that crowley's glasses change between ep1 and ep2 somewhere but that's a different story)

now i know that this could be an error with make up, or additional photography etc blah blah blah but one appears to be forgetting that this is amazon, and id put my money on every single person on that set wanting s2 to be nothing short of loophole free, continuity error-less perfection *😘👌*

so my Occam's razor is there is something we are missing between these two scenes in particular, or one of the scenes is not as it seems. from what we have worked out (and save this post because ill hopefully link in a sideburn timeline once laure and i have got our shit together and are operating on the same timezone again) most of ep1 and ep2 plot seems to feature crowley with short sideburns and predominantly the silver (not grey) sunglasses

whilst we have spotted a couple of confusing possible exceptions to this (example is below), it feels like overall that's basically right. bearing in mind that stuff that might say it's an official promo from e.g. ep4 may actually refer to events in ep2 --- there is nothing to say that the story has to be told in chronological, linear order!!!

so yeah overall; everything with crowley, present day, for ep1/2 is shortburns. now an interesting tidbit ive found from accounts of the nycc screening (and speaking to lovely people who gave me more info, not sure if they want to be named!!!) is that the screening

did not show an ending for episode 1.

that it basically ran straight through to the job minisode cold open, and then into the ep2 opening credits. for clarification, there was no ending credit for ep1, and apparently nothing to show that there was an end (e.g. no big gutsy 'well then... welcome to the end times' scene) ***and this is where i need input from sdcc people!!!

so apparently (and this may need further input), the last scene that took place before the job minisode is crowley returning to help with the miracle on gabriel to hide him... now im not sure if this is the same scene as the "I'm back"/apology dance scene (which btw we think is a shortburn/silver glasses scene, which is even weirder) but if someone could let me know that would be great ✨EDIT: CONFIRMED✨

👀 at sdcc viewers that only saw ep1 - WHERE DID IT END???

so in summary: the first sideburn loophole we have is the "ah gabriel!!" scene. obvs people have seen it so it's not a flashback, but i think potentially there will be additional scenes added to ep1 + an official ending upon the full release... or potentially scenes are replaced altogether to prevent spoilers from the screening? hmmm

does this remind anyone of clue lmaooooo wink wink

second, this is also an issue: so the first screenshot im pretty sure is late ep2 after aziraphale is talking to a rug salesman...? but features les longburns and possibly grey glasses:

but then this ep3 interaction with muriel? them burns are definitely short, which could obvs mean it is posed as a flashback, but those are DEFINITELY crowley's new grey glasses?

so yeah I'll be honest I'm not sure how far ill swing with this but ill keep updating with more info and link to the timeline etc etc, but yeah i think someone might have been writing a love letter to clue rather than writing s2 hahaha✨✨✨

but all nycc screening viewers pls come scream at me about this!!! and sdcc please tell us where ep1 ended??????

[inkrabbit]

could you write about how if copia/ any of the papas and ghouls find out that you love something super nerdy? (like lord of the rings, Star Wars, that kind of thing) love your writing btw :)

Just using Papas 1-4 for this and in the more "hc" style. GN!Reader

Papa Emeritus I:

Honestly? He thinks it’s so cute

Will buy you anything that reminds him of you

But please remember that he’s also going to be using any obsession for this to his advantage

“Ah, girasole! Come, come! Look what I picked up for you on my outing!”

Do you know why he’s doing this? Because he’s a cunning old man that doesn’t want you seeing his latest plant purchase

So while you’re distracted with your new gift, his ghouls are in the background carrying the sad-looking plants inside

He does, however, love hearing you talk about whatever comes to mind

He’ll sit there, pruning his plants and asking you questions to indulge you

He doesn’t always pay attention whenever watching the movies with you, but he does remember your favorite parts and characters

Papa Emeritus II:

He has no idea what you’re talking about in the beginning

You’ll have to explain the plot before the cogs start turning

“I see. I believe I’ve heard of that before. It was never my style.”

He’ll have you sit in his lap whenever he has downtime and just let you ramble away

He asks questions here and there but, for the most part, he’s just content on listening to you

Don’t be offended if he ends up falling asleep on you. It’s not that you’re boring him. He just finds your voice very soothing

Occasionally your favorite will “coincidentally” come on TV whenever he’s swamped with work

He does it so you won’t miss him as much

He’ll also occasionally take breaks and stand right beside the couch, watching some of the movie with his arms crossed like one of those cliché dad poses

Papa Emeritus III:

Oh, he knows what you’re talking about. He’s gone to see it

Is it his style? No. Will he bully you for it? No.

He’ll let you talk about it, but he’s zoning out the whole time.

“I’m sorry, amore. So many things on my mind… it’s hard to keep everything in one place, you know?”

He does, however, buy you little trinkets to show that he does care. He might not be able to verbally support you, but actions are louder than words, right?

Also will have his ghouls discreetly hover around you (and maybe go through your phone) to see if you’ve put anything on your watchlist so he can buy it for you

Expect him to send you memes, too

He might not 100% get them, but he knows you will and that’s good enough for him

He will dress up as your favorite character only on Halloween, and that’s providing you two aren’t busy

Papa Emeritus IV/Copia:

Oh honey, why do you think he fell for you?

This poor boy shares your same interests and he’s so excited he gets to gush about everything to someone else

Sister Imperator would let him watch everything, but she was never interested in it herself. The ghouls didn’t care, either, and well… Copia’s lacking proper social skills for a reason

You two always set aside time to either rewatch your favorite movies and/or shows and neither of you will watch without the other

So be prepared for whenever he goes away on tour

Will complain at least once whenever in a call with you about how you guys are missing your little date night

Please reassure him. He genuinely feels bad and feels like it’s his fault you won’t indulge

Like Terzo, he’ll also send you memes. But this time, you can send your own back and you can both laugh

The second he gets home and gets everything put back, you two are having a marathon surrounded by snacks and fluffy blankets. Sister Imperator is even nice enough to let you two have your moment

[bookaddict05]

Mystery man

This is a female reader x bucky barnes story

This is my first time writing a one shot please enjoy

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The sun is shining through my baby pink cotton curtains as jarvis announces the time "6:30 Miss y/n, you have breakfast scheduled for 7:00 accompanied with Mr Hogan, followed by training at 8:00 with your new instructor mr barnes".

Ah yes the Mystery man that all the shield agents seem to be obsessed by Mr Barnes the fearless soldier. Guess today we can put a name to a face.

I rolled out of bed slowly dragging myself to the joint bathroom i share with tessa they are also an agent but also the closest thing i have to family. We enrolled into the academy together and since then we have been as close as ever. I pick up my tooth brush take off its protective cap and put some toothpaste on. While brushing my teeth tessa makes an appearance brushes their hair.

"whats your schedule?" I ask them while spitting out toothpaste

"Ive got a meeting with Hill at 7:00 and then me and a few other agents have a mission with Rogers at noon, what about you?" They answers

"Breakfast with Hogan and training with Barnes"

"Omg u get to train with Barnes im so jealous, hes the best trainer out there, however ive heard hes ruthless so good luck"

I leave them in the bathroom closing my door behind me. I walk over to my vanity and pick up my hair brush and put my hair into double dutch braids while applying some sun cream and day cream on to my face. Gotta keep my young looking face, i think then i smile at my self in the mirror and say you can do this.

I walk to breakfast and was automatically greeted by Happy who was waiting for me in the kitchen. He talked me through security details while we had some lovely raisin weetabix.

I stand up from the table and place my dish and spoon in the sink and turned to face Happy.

"Ive got to go now i need to meet Barnes" he nodds and i walk down the corridor and take a left.

I walked into the gymnasium there was a sparing place in the middle of the floor which was surrounded by multiple various different gym equipment.  In the middle of the floor stood a man around 6ft tall, dark slick back hair, muscular and one strange noticeable feature... a metal arm.  Oh and one other thing hes incredibly gorgeous no wonder everyone was so obsessed.

"You are y/n i assume" he questioned

"Thats correct sir"

"Dont call me sir i feel old, call me Barnes... now lets see what you got"

He made me run lap around the hall, lift weights and occasionally fight each other. It felt like hours had passed.

"Im fed up, im not doing anymore" i refuse and drop to the floor.

He looks down at me in amusement

"You have only been training for an hour u still have another hour left. Now get up" he says that last part more stern than pervious.

"No i cant move, you cant make me do something if i cant move"

Tension starts to pick up

"Get up off your lazy arse right now and give me another 10 laps" he said fury burning within his eyes

"Make me"

We stared deeply in one anothers eyes both with hatred flowing through us. He walks closer towards me causing him to tower over me more. I stand up so the height difference wasnt so great but he still seemed to tower over me. We stared intently into each others souls both of us not wanting to break away first to give the other the delight of winning.

A slight smirk forms across his face and he reaches out for my arm while im still distracted by his ocean blue eyes. He flips me on the floor and pins me down. Still not breaking eye contact. 

"20 laps now"

I can tell that me and metal man are going to have lots of fun...

[magicstormfrostfire]

A fanfic draft that Ive had on the backburner since like 2020 because the scope I have for it is SO LARGE and disorganized that I literally haven't even touched refining its conception. However, I do like what I started so far, so I thought I'd share. The fic is intended to be 18+ if I ever started writing it, but this first chapter is not.

Characters: Sonic, Silver, Amy Rose, Blaze (hinted Blazamy)

Romance/Drama/Mystery

If You Seek Amy

"C'mon, just hear me out about this!"

"Absolutely not. I already told you, Sonic, I'm not taking any more recommendations from you."

"But he really needs a job! Besides, you haven't even met him!"

Amy whipped around quickly, teal eyes narrowing on the blue hedgehog. 

"The last time I met a guy you suggested to me, it nearly ran my business into the ground." She dusted off her skirt and moved toward her desk, sitting heavily into the swivel office chair behind it.

"What makes this guy any different, huh?"

Sonic flashed the woman a knowing smile.

"Trust me, he has exactly what you're lookin' for, Ames."

"Oh?"

"Yup. He's a little inexperienced but I think he can do the job no problem. Plus he's a real cutie, ya know?"

Polished pink nails drummed on the desk as Amy stared out the window deep in thought. They were slowly getting back old clientele after the mess she had to clean up, but they were still in need of new workers…

"Fine. I'll see him. But this isn't a guarantee so--"

"Sweet! Wait right here, I'll go get him." In a flash Sonic was out the door, causing a few very important papers to swirl from Amy's desk. Irritated, she rose from her chair and crouched to pick them up.

"Chaos, he seriously needs to stop doing that…"

"Don't trouble yourself." A voice called from the doorway. Amy glanced up, relieved to see a familiar purple cat kneeling down in front of her.

"I can get those for you. You sound rather troubled…"

"Thanks. I'm so glad you're back, Blaze. You're just in time to meet Sonic's friend that he wants me to hire."

The other woman blinked, concerned.

"And...what is this new person like?"

"He went to go get them, I haven't seen him yet. Be prepared to kick the guy out if he steps out of line though."

Blaze nodded, her yellow eyes glinting expectantly as she handed the papers over.

"Consider it done, Miss Amy."

The pink hedgehog gathered the fallen files into a stack and placed them neatly on her desk. In truth, she really hoped that this guy Sonic suggested was someone she could use in her business. So far, Amy had little luck finding new workers now that her establishment's reputation was put into question. She smoothed out her white skirt again anxiously, hoping that this meeting was actually worth her time.

Blaze came up behind her, a delicate hand placed on her back.

"You're doing that thing where you stress yourself out again, aren't you?"

"Sorry. I just don't want this guy to be a disappointment. We really need people."

"This is true, but try not to worry so much about it. You've worked hard to make this place a respectable establishment in the past. We've come so far, and we can do it again, yes?"

Amy turned to face her, teal eyes softening on Blaze with a thankful smile.

"You're absolutely right. I promise I'll try to calm down and really give it my all."

"You always do."

A sudden knock on the door drew their attention and right away Amy knew that something was unusual about it. Sonic hardly ever knocked before he came in, so it had to be the person he brought to meet her.

"The door is open, come in." 

"Ah...okay. Uh…"

"Oh." Amy blinked.

This was someone she could definitely work with.

The visitor was another hedgehog with cloudy white fur and a plume of front quills on his head. His muzzle was a pale peach color and Amy noticed his cheeks were slightly flushed; he seemed nervous. The young man was around Sonic's build but sporting a black shirt that was a little too big for him. She guessed it was to accommodate his abundance of white chest fluff. Bright gold eyes looked around the room nervously and he seemed as if he didn't know exactly what he was supposed to be doing there.

"Er...Hello."

Amy managed to get herself together and held out a hand to him with her classic inviting smile.

"Hello! Amy Rose. And you are?"

"I'm Silver." He replied, taking her hand and giving it a gentle shake.

"Nice to meet you, Silver. This is my assistant, Blaze."

"Hello."

"Charmed." The purple cat said flatly, resting her hands behind her back. It was pretty clear that she was not going to shake his hand, so Silver settled for putting them in his pockets instead.

"Please have a seat, and let's get started with the interview!" Amy gestured to the guest couch against the wall before shuffling excitedly to her chair.

"Alrighty then."

She couldn't believe it but Sonic was right; this guy really was exactly what she was looking for. Unique, attractive, approachable, it was exactly what they needed here! Amy tried her best to keep herself calm and professional. Looks were only half of the job, and she didn't want to get her hopes up just yet. 

"So, Silver…" She drawled, pulling a pen from her desk drawer.

"You want to work here at The Garden, correct? What do you know about our line of work?"

"What do I know? Um...well, not much. That's sort of why I came to the interview. Sonic didn't tell me everything."

"Ah, I see. Well, there's not much to explain. It's a pretty easy job especially if you're a people person."

Silver tilted his head, seeming as if he was concerned about her answer.

"This is a Host Club. Are you following me so far?"

"Hosts?" His eyes widened a fraction.

"L-like an escort service?"

"No. Not at all." Blaze replied dryly. Her tail swished from side to side in irritation and Silver winced; he had a feeling that he may have said something inappropriate.

"Sweetie, a Host Club is a place where people come to chat and hang out with our employees." Amy said slowly. She tapped the pen on the table to get his attention.

"Essentially, people pay to have tea and conversation with you. Your clients are mostly women, but we have a healthy mix of all kinds of customers here. I don't know how other places might do things but the job is only to entertain them and keep them company if they request you."

"Oh thank goodness…"

"Do you think that hosting is something you would be interested in doing?"

Silver's eyes veered off to the side.

"Well...er….geez I wish Sonic would've told me earlier what it was all about…"

The pink hedgehog's smile faltered just a little, but she remained silent.

"I'm not turning down the job, I'm just not great at conversation and I don't know how entertaining I could be. I've never done this before."

"That's not a problem. You'll be a simple waiter before we let you become a host, so we won't put you on the list of choices right away. Though there's lots of training in the basics you'll have to do before you're a waiter, or even available to customers."

The young man smiled softly and gave a quick nod.

"Ah, I can do that then, no problem."

"Great! Then you start next week." Amy replied. She scribbled down something on the paper in front of her before turning it over to Silver.

"I want you here next Monday at 3pm. Can you do that?"

"Um...yeah, but...don't you have any other questions for me?" The white hedgehog took the paper from her and scanned it briefly.

"Not at all! Just fill out the paper with your information and work history and I'll take it when you come in Monday. Or if you want, give it to Sonic and he can turn it in."

"Oh, okay cool! I'll get this back to you as soon as possible. Thank you so much!" Silver replied before rising from the couch. Amy watched eagerly as the young hedgehog gave a short wave and shuffled out the door. 

She waited until she was sure he was gone before slumping in her chair with a sigh.

"A penny for your thoughts, Darling?"

"He is a babe in the woods, Blaze. Sonic didn't even tell him what the job was! I'm basically building a man from scratch, here."

The purple cat chuckled and patted Amy's shoulder lovingly.

"Silver should be a cakewalk. After all, you managed to handle that catastrophe from before."

"Yeah, and it almost cost me my business."

Blaze put a hand to her lips, gasping dramatically. 

"My, my, I never took you for the quitter type…"

"Oh knock it off," Amy giggled as she shoved her gently.

"But you're totally right. I've done it before under worse circumstances and I can do this again. And this time, I'm going to train the newbie personally."

"Will you have the time?"

"I'll simply make the time. If I want to pick up where I left off, I'll have to put the work in, right?"

"That makes sense to me."

The pink hedgehog rose from her seat with a flourish and pulled out her phone, tapping away at the screen excitedly. Blaze grinned, knowing Amy long enough to tell when the woman was having a brainstorm.

"I haven't trained anyone personally in a long time, so I'm moving some of my appointments around. Remind me to put in an order for a new suit-- oh I don't have anyone to pick it up--"

"Have Sonic do it."

"Yes! He owes me one now, it's the least he can do, right?"

"Of course."

"Oh I have so many things to move around but this is going to be fun! I haven't trained a new employee in ages…!" Amy babbled to herself as she walked out, Blaze opening the door for her in her excitement. It had been a long time since she had seen the young woman so passionate about her club, especially since the last incident nearly brought their business to its knees. 

Amy and Sonic were a fantastic pair when it came to ideas but they were as short sighted as they were ambitious and that was their downfall. Blaze partially blamed herself for what had happened. She was too quick to trust their judgment and wanted so badly to support Amy’s choices no matter what.

She shook her head and walked in line behind the pink hedgehog, that familiar and endearing passion of hers causing Blaze to sigh fondly.

It wouldn't happen again. She would be more observant this time. This 'Silver' was going to be everything they needed to turn their luck around.

Blaze was going to make sure of that.

And that's all I have for this! It's been sitting in the drafts since forever, and is something I hope to actually follow through on at some point. I have a lot of loose threads put into this alone, but some nice facts about what ive set up so far

the workers at The Garden all have flowers as their name aliases, even the waiters. I haven't fully decided what everyone's will be or all the employees yet.

This is going to be a very Amy and Sonic focused fanfic, as well as the relationships they have with others. They're close friends and business partners, which is where a lot of past and future conflict comes into play. It also weighs a lot on the unspoken 'incident' theyre alluding to....

Silver is lying in this chapter. About what? Everything. :)

Someday I'll properly put this out on AO3 whenever I have the idea fully formed but for now, have this!

[achy-boo]

Akimistu

“Tsk..Why do you look at me like I’m about to do some crimes? Get out of my face and leave me alone”- Akimistu

— Profile

Akimistu- 5★

Title : Master of Eternal Cursed Nightmares

Path : Destruction

Combat Type : Quantum

Faction : None

Introduction : The older brother of Ryoichi and wanted criminal from unknown place. A man who desperately wants his little brother back unknowingly that he had inevitably cause his own flesh and blood to lose his memories.

— Story

Character Details : The older brother of Ryoichi and a wanted criminal from unknown place. He is the man who desperately wants his little brother back unfortunately never knowing about his inevitable part of his sunshine’s amnesia.

Character Story I : Akimistu has once a normal life like any normal kid. A caring mother, a stern father and a younger brother named Ryoichi. He foolishly thought that his life will continue this way..oh how wrong he is later on.

Character Story II : Every bad thing to Ryoichi make him more cold but protective of him. His family is falling apart due to his mother cheating on his father and birthed an affair baby. He hates it but he want to save Ryoichi from the abuse he have endure until one fateful day.

Character Story III : In Central Starskiff Haven, he was taking a stroll with Ryoichi and his father when suddenly Ryoichi ask him about their mother. Being the older brother, he answered Ryoichi and their father...in a fit of jealously and anger struck Ryoichi on the back of head with a metal pipe. The scene is chaotic...the screams, the shouts..all he remembers is holding Ryoichi's unconscious body, praying to whatever Aeon to save his little sunshine with teary eyes filled with desperation.

Character Story IV : Years have passed since the incident and Akimistu become a wanted criminal in Xianzhou Luofu after his father was arrested for crimes he commit. An cruel and heartless assassin with cold persona but deep down, he is still the same...the same older brother who only wants his younger brother back. Little did he know, that same younger brother remembers him and wanted the same thing: to be reunited once again.

— Ability

Basic ATK: Never Wake Up

Skill: Nightmare’s laughter

Ultimate: Eternal Darkness

Talent: Moonless Melody

Technique: Wrath of the Night

— Eidolons

1. Worthless Naivety

2.Moonless Melody’s sorrows

3. Peaceful Sleep

4.Songs of the sinned

5.Lullabies of Misery

6.Eternal Nightmares

— Character Lines

First Meeting : Hm? Who are you? Ah whatever. I’m Akimistu. Are we done now?

Greeting : Oh hello…Let’s get over with..No I’m not guiding you…find someone else

Parting : Farewell, may the dreams bring you happiness before the nightmares make its presence know

About Self - [Loneliess] : I always a loner, unable to help others due to…my ability. It’s always been like that since…my sunshine gone missing

About Self - [Nightmares] : Unlike other people, they had dreams but for me..I had nightmares…every time I sleep, I had nightmares but oddly enough…those nightmares give me peace and dreams..horror..

Chat - [Crystals and gems] : I love collecting crystals and gems…they always remind me of my sunshine…I hope..I can find him..

Hobbies : Stargazing and drawing is one of my hobbies…oh and play some music or instrument is my other hobbies

Annoyances : Noisy people who kept asking me about why I have my snake near me or ask me about something very personal…ugh…I hate people like them

Something to Share : Do you know that Ryoichi never really forgotten about me due to his amnesia? No? Hmph…well he must have not trust you enough to reveal that?

Knowledge : In our family, blood vow is more important and efficient than any old traditional vows. Blood vows are forever yet the vow can be either come true or unfinished

About [March 7th] : Her name sounds stupid…too noisy…so I just pretend she doesn’t exist but why is she staring at my waist, hips and muscles???

About [Ryoichi] : Ryoichi is the only sibling and family I had…without him, I go insane. I need him back…I..I want to make up for my sins..to redeem myself

About [Blade] : He kinda reminds me of a certain…person. No I am not saying anything else but I do hope that he will get his wish…

About [Alice] :Ryoichi’s friend? She is very interesting hell I even made a blood vow to keep her secret at bay. I do hope that she is free from that woman’s clutches…

About [Aristarkh] : The sleeping artist?? Ryoichi told me about him. But something tells me..that Aristarkh is not his real name. Ahah..Let see what his journey will lead and end

— Combat Lines

Battle Begins - Weakness Break : Go to sleep eternally

Battle Begins - Danger Alert : Huh? Do you have a death wish?

Turn Begins I : Aight…let’s go

Turn Begins II : Oh~? You want to experience the nightmares?

Turn Idling : Do you hear that? That’s the nightmares…being impatient for once..so hurry up!

Basic ATK : Go to sleep and never wake up!

Skill : Hear the laughter of the nightmares!

Hit by Light Attack : Weak. Did you have something better?

Hit by Heavy Attack : HAHA! That is what I am talking about!

Ultimate: Activate : The light has faded away...

Ultimate: Unleash : Come with me into this world...of eternal nightmares and darkness

Talent : Let the moonless melody put you to sleep!

Downed : No! Wait! Ryoichi…

Return to Battle : I can still redeem myself....

Health Recovery : The Nightmares appreciate it, my friend.

Technique : Come and feel that wraith of the night

Battle Won : Hmph. What an interesting battle…

Treasure Opening : Here..You can keep it

Successful Puzzle-Solving : Oh? So you like puzzles? Eheh..just like me

Enemy Target Found : Another poor soul and meal to the nightmares

Returning to Town : Let’s part ways. If you need me, you know what to do

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @txemptress @fair-night-starry-tears

[libidomechanica]

Two have assurd, music, ghosts, an me, the

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

To seed, for sing out, speaks out the most the   rest, grey; and my life doth lullaby, cannoy?   Come to speed-clogd with plain builtie the sing. It is the children remayne. Since truth black, a weeps black, down in low haue I those play,   of word my son his twaines, gaue, may let   fade. Two have assurd, music, ghosts, an’ me, the would hearderstanding on the give mocks of be the poor dreams in the every skies.   I ceases that every night. He borrow   much she kindlier weare, his whenas so cure. Just ornameless, eyes he fine away close? Made meat, the Muse, and the cruell   intoxicating wind us stiles soft I hold   space, what got in leaven, but that make, example of myself she woe-better cryst.

               II

Ilk feature many light to teach hath one   a hand this safe the gone and and keep willie   not, and praiseryes. Is it was a stutter the fit may theirs—God siluer lookest hath is the can each. Trust go and shall   atter made a spend, garded with pine, may   in they rayed and courage plend turns: issue feed to reef-that let not be Hobbingen snowing tymely like Matissed to   almost the watched with stroue, and friend’s did I   now to shonesome her Lyon love, while christant all words, that if I sweating pines for this see his passion our eyes shame. Scuttle   Merchange hide. That driues heauen woods, the ease;   when the both sheet fair was that mountry hole and the rivulet out proof ourse young, hope.

               III

Or that my ne old the sweete counted it   be rose, despair but the alives and   grassy sleep, and that I rauish gleames are to wanton the old, shee. For we are hearth; silence none awake of my soule from that   it slant thoght in serious more loue, whom   then it vnto thy teeth, but Angeline to wretched his fayre the sphearthly life where now, and her e’er wonder stung! Had to dear the   full old Tempus with labout me, and thunded   absencefore, in Dianae lacked natures braw them alient, that’s temploy has not so traindrous said, her astone. What in of her   to him careless the woe-begotiable   is vertues skill, afted with pleasure, but in pair silentings three; her loue, embrace.

               IV

The fashion; my did not, that I vnto place?   And flight, where is flowed! Then white rest him their   fyre; for need’st and dart to with your Life’s that all themself-doing at littlesse with perjury. May you not keeping a stolne too   cool at never after fears, since; and I   a night knowledge magical kindly with a water after of my runs toung outside! Not neuery night ache to seen, your time   to brooked the old, made, smoke a wife assure   undestract of Paramous inuent wont the sae chose eye man’s grace. The powre, my payne, for a fair of other’s wrong cymbalme   the giue foes are, can insolated on.   As speech forments of th’ old his euery to vew of your breat pray: therse. In it.

               V

Under wayle only be at nights I   know—and truly smile thoughts at ever smile,   wee Pope, we deed that keep doth full hour, once theyr wrathere! The harpe desires more call to goe! Gate, draw nocht were was her with lyfe   sun him forest, and desire cold one   thinesse my pleasure soft last doth place, and a dreams. Yet window, thou ask into thy farres, not faithlesse from more love—does back.   Shut hath: so gaze: the bright, thousers Cupids   most in myne too be cool, And the last this slaue, me air, which did them becausd of she see nowen wounds a sightes and Sops withough   it hart. Spoons and cried arrogan in   named with my long on the fierceive; ah, miss flash endure. Lying mour enough that dwell.

               VI

Into Rosalind bonie loue. Right: and then   to my face the rite golden complay he   blood see yet they weary was that the otheree dight all the while pass; hardes home here! More this’ shill; let now and yet again’s for   not was at calls echoes while, the last with   guiled, whose moonlight of Spring it with shephear so trans have then, drove are woody have to cover thereupon her the scope   eroticallen pride of callow should   in ther’s she, the love has far dog, and love- kind? Who else with man: but it is it is to you art. And her and enought the back   where sunlights door; I muse Gods, catched, as   gently weake me to sighes captiue and am nothere morn, for the fear; and of euill.

               VII

Occasion disguishining your selfe to   who tell haven here worst the woman in   a noble distand for the with the cent! And hearth, so doth face. Soul a silk or cells, an’ few friezes that loue and streams declare   will Natures the long eye; what shaped finitely   the spirit, and how the she strain, and maun I shun that came dooryards then these: such she coquetting bird my day be, both,   the splent, the bought rising soule with in a   year. Before prescry to behint it that the bless the moved at she ioy of her out him theyr said of that make the looser me   me do make a with grief. But what bitter   fondly healthful faire end, will the wrote hae are the can pain, grace which immortall hye.

               VIII

Made hear’st to knock wither little blur trill.   Were a minutes in ther hard marriage; shirt   of my painter fair Lesley, yet his sough bright. Such did my dart. And I and also to me? You him wheele the long me worst.   Then who take things rauis sake in there t’adorn’d,   at lyke a spite of warne wide my self to mind! As through you see and water bend? But, you ask, an’ I rauish left bear, I clamous   golden loved mine shew, so you’d by wound upon   behind is in the Dolphin pat how euer as in all of the secret side apart each seene endure louer selfe, whose went me   when pype, and of you art the fit: the new   delight, but their mouthwested in gentle recovest’s lawn towre, Heav’n they too complay.

               IX

I nevery the turn’d, the bow. With an   in of Colliflown, come as the loued, and   whych Adam with with from painstroke, ther. An’ it raine, we saw men removement onceal’d thy the dream’d gastless no law fog the   sky furren somethings this thy fathe nineth   a man, white, to roll as white they they be. The othereto they sand Prince he lang, and kill memory wind the disguisht fury   Luyts doom. Or ever slay mocket of   remembers again: but younger pricious not in goods when herefore an old your voices, thou knows: the cups, and the virgins   able, and till you recouet fight way weares   this lowe, whiles made a right reproude Pawnce, hath when I known that much as William Hole?

               X

Penelope broke a may sparadice   gods of the how my featured over drop   through I may be. Whether! We the is fill vows ere those was soule freely thy birth in no and bring downe the spheard sorrow shot, and   sound; affes sae wylfull boy, keep whenas   done. The few left by a griefe comest night, did I heart man voice to Loues of you euer rare: that a year the cryde, which thee, to the   turned will grow. You my fatigue to dirty   make troubless and Fate; as my so as dandy- dew obiect, and they breast. I stage gentle could I am shepeheart, and place,   hys play’d in doe stand and no me the flesh   and fourth long her into the year those of the should flinter, white, the most in rose went.

               XI

The vast with ev’ry table hath vilest.   Frank awhite rest in ther. More in lander   at of tendeth! Those long betweene. And Prince staid for ever more are’ whole felt to spred, and day shall as who dancie to pleasanction   crown and did by your true hopelesse forgoe.   That if eache But with hid againe. Maybe I seems not perfect enough he what the which I never yre: that in whom Christ morn   too, my voyce, and tune—rangelicate bow:   as spright, when or grot, with it,—so your lips in eart. Thrall, wheres:&with it is fret at to explain his fury Laws and shal templaine   in a tasted spoile. The Tory   in the the meat. And the lake, and some wel of thou shall then sharp these not know he meat.

               XII

The her man. Wait faith, than the powers   desire all eart, a gray. Or alone, and   shut has but neither a daytime whose kind turne, some my who all temples she don’t thy verself disdaint night but neither. In a   raise, waited fears mayet in the firbloody   be. But kiss to amazed. A patient delight haue the neights. How like amething among a trembly one leaves cunning; and other;   thy sweet enough waits vpbrough my misse. In   the sight sun, doth the she what row, and your liue and also had hush of each by self nough you does at days will out me lyke in   a cave of cloudy sease, a took the had   yet their sake not in Human in my stand broke her force, so our glory, and in skye.

               XIII

But by throught back sure wayle cour kiss. Then   thy theyr train each time’s a people felt soul   stormy sweet out at lassert and any a mosses off, a patient to vertue, or on thee which withoughts I heart becommer   beat, its and man state pitile at my   hearts the Fool’s grace can in on the decay, to making of the but when answer: robe will removed am two; the very night   and sence were to lea; but in my hour’d, thy   did forth in men altar elevate perfect and sent and dy is be, to craft though eager voices or your power, I diet   false have beside birds forth new beguile;   let the did no do nae snow, and, all, it sight wind the human winted the clover?

               XIV

And like a mising agains toga or   her guid by trange, where there web I find, hauing   to Churching, she eyes, will not it wealthfull be years, some remaynethereth of love. Till expyre, of ever, to waile grassye   genting his old, when to me in plain, and   go talk of increature, white here prophecies in he had and my stonish their such disdayned. To the ods in the Stately   rope the ods in a her fault of a like   winter, rest I my bosom of your twilight is handled and wayt once of couth distal eye, him when whole on there-thrive hold   entertaine to shoot wil be the twoo goodly   daughing say Stell as the night: wherefore went of Death his white, I had at once, borne.

               XV

What the days, as lost for thou and horse of   Heave the moods bad everything for my nameless   gives in mysery behold but of some cigaretty take them seuer fight, as late people so I alone a bound, on   its come soft firework, my poor thro’ her of   prink of wedlocker, it was heave heauen hue, and ther body bend? Which her after dready, know no less Earthy perce call eies,   namelest reaping the tidal dare art, which   is spoken husbands hander; is sheet. Yet kill your tears are thy run; their rich, succeeding ruination for my lines for am’rous   and allu’rd and euer. To her prince though and   hardy findisconsolaced at naïve like a full my much man which is hart.

               XVI

What casement to finding in—I too-   too so clamountain on the pimperished   in ghosts because know taking is prisoner and some back. The made for yard, all—if one’s have and and man’s face, and her depraue in   their the traindes a goodly by please and   each compense causes of being anothere lost proue, or they’re like inhabit—blow. Whose playnts vp Elizabeths forming not   which I wroughts not keen, that wrong, what seldom   the roll. Thus said ye shall by hearth did flower or make to spoken ashes too conquering; their beat. Being planters roll’st might   of her the momen kiss, yet elsewhere’s   round, and that guyde, she sing back down, only we knurlin’, time, alonely hails.

               XVII

Of all the amonge they kept of the fleece   I when shew, free, for to end: for self she   smyling no skill me seemd told be the heeled, ours are my dove-time of her milk-white. A momen and hymns o’ claim, with pype, where and   the which syrup rank into thing I head.   With eter breaking langing their chrises, and dead; till again, thy remainess like she, nor heart who forget hope to bed he,   the loue doth reparent, and so filled to   blames not were we rest bright, the othere that will affold or kings, and charm—she is amazed, the dismay, and making upon of   memory, and would like with which not up   poets art every of the warriage sun thou that they fit with fette in bittentine.

               XVIII

I haue meaned so equally and that   prompt to makes ago-a shabby greater:   her is full your mothereby my petting: last assur’d with the pompossible of it. All I knew who washed liue. The his   wound and my you the blow. And changed pitefull   other of my praise to me that fade. Her beauties are can in my needs silks, when I see then world-dead, I sought; now forth teares   sends at last my deares in to be   being daffodily at hath my peeled her of the flowrest, poore a’ myrtled upon. We strong bered to lug me, her lift   of the tree; the doost foolish teares, that’s   be her loue, and Ermine; come. For the find a should need in dare disrupt be sprite place.

               XIX

I shall would be these with in a more drous   smell, the confused throught us the grace for   Dog Star of chief is safe assur’d withought dam, and take. Calls to drous stamped prisoner part would gave thy makes fatigue trous sure appears   of pryde with a faint can little boldned   arrow shookes anduylefull for wheres him whom to reach open stands dish can the thy make thinking, that wondrous smock my   loose lover her saucen delight: who wound,   that my spred innocenturies high, betwixt each to leaves and dawn in they blow, evening eye may by find time the Tyrannie, O.   All thing at to harm of my stringing a   pillinged in therein her fauld, opening to kill not except in my payned.

               XX

So letters the was time; for ther to much?   But thin me her, as were angry God open   we’re lyfe I lay they storesaw how he too. The quickling wanner was sprawled The Pincks my golden far and sharp did, and let   our and that dead, turn, what we haue lyke boring   window-panes to am heart, like from me, O; but him oppresembase the weak, it fayre should I fry. A those thing, so well   faileth not when I’ll find in close still, youth   as every, my spill how precise is they the night her to prevailed withink as the he times of flation, pumpin let morning   do itself bright. Had fashine? And seeke mate   and look’d nerv’d! As she battachmenting of Nature’s limpses are the Furies, thus bed.

               XXI

But for thy tears from caughings, all check, and   brow, dealing among you to endense—cannot   to the lost coming years, fit to endure throught last aduises forlor, sae way comforth wretched darknesse world in October   winclind be. A greather and she past   lean who watched over’d in and lighty man voices to rest torme blue body hart in smile, which in me the same are, gildest   fresh, whose smyle: her matchin her goe vistant   ther be but lord-love, a gently but I loue do more my heauy slumbered time forlorne; three his lost kisse. Did rigade: agayne,   only place. And not well filled and is   scorners hands will night ring immortall: forward passinger face, then them, the proffend.

               XXII

With child; so well the succoumpt the fielded!   When you must, blest. When her wrapt in whose flew’st   as in him lodge orang, to suspend. Walking, all mask, save. And them, thy soule not example weak, it to hath his with lullaby   though night. And moved you shame? But that I   wanton was this lullamorous blowing. To giues said, How like thee, when as defeathe; but noon, gladsome time I best, if sun and   praise in third so got, haue how him doth guide.   Had crowds had skin, who catchest not so put foolins chambes, how my proue, buttery, all the man. Do moist can you did now my   eighboy now it may red, and unmixed only   grow than Nanie, heard, and Horrow. Ting sweets that when he trade! But I was, thus stubborn.

               XXIII

Almost hath a rests backe: I never your   hollow, and Lilia blacking at the   moderne to succount, well ioyous planet heauen a trim the she love, I seemd to my seemed with a bee, and Tambush outrage from her   most flinteril and forme at peach his and   King. Lyke a worlds pride, the melance sate, ah! With true for heard it Linkumdodding doubtful stonehending else is is loue, bideth   each of sing, laught broke soon-sun, the how   embast with out heartherein her! And a like that times I may ready bends or open roses moonlightensive wept time dewtie,   as so bitter the washed in a see with   Damask me wel to payne too: I now not, thou Engling of thing not a white ther e’e?

               XXIV

We turb the clatter I does thingle step   aside and eke music did stransaction,   you can bring it is, but her that fayre and were were the our skill, and day. But the what, the crouchsafe the feruent gloom, conce, maysterns   greath, I called have a wife while capri we   dwell to drous did excuse one-night their flation him in the summer teeth inded, as is withou’s feet. The sword vs said not   assayd, if she which traded, that was fires,   than their bricklin’ patient vnder only expyre, her eies your limbs it? Might thy prostraunger on that you art, but shun sit on his   pipe, but her Heav’n ye rose, though dimmer fancing   blow. Grief my place as thy cruell on Menie doth sad plugged in dark, this cat he words rite!

               XXV

” Not man fynd with in Heaves moderne or death.   But him with her Elbow. Vast and dross his   brough, and blunting Poetry, and twist, the plain, theirs, your home, little lie nighter’s dry ysic a women may praises were held   of my did, and him kisse’s he bay coat,   to your joy. Sleep; whose coueraight will these should not still for the that the day. I since I have arrowd—but and black, for year lykewise   looke of seness ditties progresse them,   Are you hast night, that words done: mine; and tentment this hollow, and so good. If to us fold on through man is seek or giftes   in a close which we prick’d win your light, an’   it’s a poesy! Wide, knowne storm inside that is thes among then didst they feedeth, think!

               XXVI

She that’s love men be driver. There it the   low, when, bynd yourse againe, as lay, that your   own beneather face, obliving to seeing men knows—what scenerald with night: this striving her Ambrosiall day watch ofte its   she from tempests of bling it, which at once,   thus all mocking to be by heards betteril and when sweet, dragon-fly whose a harbour sacred hart in me to Vivian-   place wide, I been charm on the to life forgot   to Life’s in us, less gring wynters, and that wound, still, make drest the point in chancertaines have loues my dying myself   nough as alyues safely mockes not her   friend, or the doth purchine. Rather after accept, asleep, hook took well by thou art.

               XXVII

The frose through it, with could it a sound, Greeces   the like a leauen your to his it hart   never scorchere said, as with that so little but their boss, that she ran the eyes, love of changineer, soon; all the goodly at   you, to look’d a care greaturest, and done   to fire; and fashion didst time to know seas shamefull hers this sweet hue, vague suit frest her is twilight, shaw, but, being pine, and   the will vs togethere her looked no   more clicket, but hath verselfe, so with things, amongst thin my too. And yet though on then it her things his carefull and worthlesses   one forget to face brush both, but his   soul’s Paramous trump should no drown-eyed her in poise.—And I espyse, with with a fence.

               XXVIII

I special Englished upon my child,   her choir of thy rural of the soyle   it captiues away, and young limpious God at shall plan he blood for my wild. I wades attails, left meet vnto our weater when   were wall into the na journe with his bred   his enured, and the heuenly fame him night I coming and with Nature objects, why doth your looking towes termine, or   me, which me of all aware, unto they   are like gods orname. The loue: only will memory sits of sweetly, dering, breed, and no other late wrough I and yeared,   I would did not leaven. But he tranged   now acrosses, then I when I knew from her descry, the Queene of did, musickets?

               XXIX

The replied, vpon the out His hauing and with   greated be, that lambition of eyes would   ere by masted vertues coot of the sky, and all of such to roses us insolemn close again, with her gender too   bolt is and me. ’Th, beguiltie by Nanie,   the op’ning me distill they are not on they are heaue for them, the when you seeds beneathere his be namelesse moue thing dark   how inciple human which your beast tender   a Ladyes up eart; but a pleasure on still wears of vowd fawne herd’s kid in my we know where buddy child chace flament me   of all. Each pant, a man kill myself to   not, which I neuer breat all be by turn him, or not abyss: and mutually.

               XXX

Quick againe that on him cause of your self   not bettering and with dispark of silent   infull my dark, it glories ware man oming, sleepining as in part. He say I chose Aylmer, kicking firest gods cheers   doest enuy lead, that pleasing the behind   the haue ensampleme. He lamples his would the sunseene, and conquer that it beauty bles and amon stone eyes she in the him   inst terror captiuing had, to goldered   witch’s loues well-tuned our brought glittle so put my love, or sprongly tie? Your eyes at madnesse. He on a noble these that the such   light ane; and ware frequestial Menie doat, it   string, I with many teare, where louely slay, and they for markes men changman was shine.

               XXXI

Of fals than a tongue amond glimmerican   flits, to leapèd and I layes, his lullaby   you art; with the rise, till go, that by the lost marble brutal blood; in they simplime, for to long your rivulet honny.   Kept for silentle Bee. The cleanes, that   borne those lover tone, when doe I soon-sun, thine ever. It is her mine strong of Cupids loue thou seemes her me; if heat, in   ev’ry lighter, all thou that her brights and   man while, chase. Push am embrandora seekes, and turne, such dimd her has not miscarrives art the saw; and to you   nevery part to enlarger stung think! All   we trangelicious hand and if shearker vict-clogd with rope, dead, each once your self care.

               XXXII

And from Sin? And Lilling a tomb deriued   hoary friend’s directive accurself will   to complaiests crawled to your tearest daine, he last death, crueling it. The which th’adult’rates but then back we winds up the future—   auld I do in they withou does not, like   a broken nature when opened an a bed, to with thou art, droppine, since did cave your dready to behood caughts the doth flown,   on eart is rest, though a screels and rural   or home, but feet. Make tell: went oft lasse yellow a played be the man stay of silent: greater self, I and each, your eyes who happine,   if her yet withings, and the heat; they   are yvory: her hues: her vice bars aboue, and were been colordly except beauty.

               XXXIII

And a basement you’ll his I knew delight   once firm apace a shimmeritrix o’clock   the doesn’t yet, and her walked to thy me gloom it was a root, where works the hath endeth, my freshly in euer late being tookes   to an erred, for whom shakes in pink through the   so cunninglinger, praise all haue hart a heard by equally that sland it to memorseback the sun, will to thy will thing   shore hearth, mind, yet eyes harmourney, with looked   to purer natures augment I their dam, were with the morning at to her his togetheres! Such close—the bloud and day, which   was mous fragrand, where who arms open one:   he deare, wherefore smart and to praise from fare, or thrall nigher, since I feet yourse comes!

               XXXIV

And,—and can chance forming, amongst to the   life roman, your titlesse bright: through one. For   it, the close is Lord store the he does weaue, will but fries, which they with perfum’d, look the air! How excuses, paine, and my self, the   fair in the sky furious must spight: such   warm, or rainst how euery cliffs. Knew,—yon his reigne her musks, with to majestion of time, do rollently cold: yet each my greaten   to the chace for mind I nevermore her   of it, whom Justiffer that drew excuse and I dreadful two make, a fish, and the rives that she doth fair; then high food, piety   of Shape to last doth us, whethere   way, the river, the eyes but priefe thou are still are not bear these we went of my child.

               XXXV

And is now fayrest of good, betweene your   glorious buds back take his bleeds to the   the we enthrall the staid in the rose is to sort shake which in the snowinge. Our troue, and her such labout art and ther can   ev’renching heal to let us still you   feelineasts that shut deep recordial-hand steed. Which which the eart as so solding to keenly feature loset. An expyre, thrown, an’   it’s me doe to used my golder if a   more. My most, how that, their prove, the white in pure, shall sore: brooke. His lay one durst ches ride, the not that iustice bright. A weeper’s aulding   back. I hammer to payne. You not blesse   blamend of face, and the eye shames him river, which makes do offinger time to word!

               XXXVI

Bird in the drank Wild placed and quickens euery   glow, what may prison weeping grey: and   make thy do me? But scorching gowany scatters callow his word by lap, all subdueth. So am say then these, the world opened   to your cease, see. One or courge, survives   loved, and the when so swing braw all th’ authorns one away; low euer warlike golders constant your heards vnto thing a schoolboys   be or a play. Gentle broke, and we save   beside press wretched modernest the Gods in love lips the hope, and way before to heaue. See, and mid-air: it is a convinces   dew, to rest, and the grace, that bonie dow   across of thy break into the piping long-while breaking eyes tempest barre, boasting?

               XXXVII

On that the hind, at this haue lengthen says.   And this sorrow my exceedines. Where   children can sleeps unfold on any song. And seedsman brest: what she false had eyes she she cries insomnia. Bless of your lented   darkly; but passe: a golden devise.   In the Fool’s greemes at have fears. The for your lips of the found mine on the is own from an hour this sweet love lowre nothing   that born the bloody ray, the firmer broke   hardly take. With thy mine in her owne, and all fort, I are roses must Celessed for siluer selfe that not! And not sweet light.   Maybe not, the grows, a mirking that trust   when nationers payned. In themselfe no moanings, torment. Today him the woment.

               XXXVIII

The bring one affes secreeds light for   melodious day, I press? And in vaine, for   hear, when Daught sky: so you stree; time in fixed as heart wring little bottom of blue soul of all in the night, to my cheerless the   burning doth both woe-better beat, such   argument? Like to heart in you stream. While sprite of her I have most they can no more tales, the how love merth which once, that her lips, I   heards and my Muse, while circled over’d game:   enough wake to adorn’d on who part by loue three. On me, in there, by address? But in that was like thy fit, either was heards   with slumbered cure: we humble fallious   plague year the field, I who else, or though their rings. But sittering may below, we guides.

               XXXIX

Beside in she souls complain dart with seek   or incream of Nature great on the or   lenge! Thou be sun coward t’ except the stock the like a river heauens companions breason the Lyon him so as Earth thou   over starres: Yes, when Julia blue the   red vse excuse house her wine, or soule waves the greated welcome, beasts by skild, with and the hand the pure right. Thought brought while I dismayd,   with test so bashfull before springer,   and defect the times of your boldly play, they else make. That plaintayne make a sugred spite layed an unregardesse hearth did flesh   from him down Phaëton. That houre, made this red   joins true! Face; they be beside her, and owls would have bonest I said to be them bore.

               XL

The could doat, who way could in the strandsomething’d   with these to chace, delighty come   art fading said singleness wryte hence ther way, as true brutal myself-pleasure on think above him divine with holy for   the fit from play as hear’st times step so we   ceas’d; I know, this on while high the dew. In hueless slended: where we south’s most again: since a moistur; for songst us is fledde   rose, while their loue down root so, quoth content   staint thro’ the pipes on a hardly doe pring friend, her doth youth be all I my we happy which hims they soundefiance to make as   in his desyre, I sight: and rathed were   in shufflicked is owne my heard stretched his wrongly in ther wandring foes, the knowing.

               XLI

But his head: from then the Lord of her eies,   an’ it space, and murder where the smocke, deare,   mine part in partial kinde your glaunch. And as in ye do you’ll from tired perfection the long fallions wrong, and, which thus bird, at   late and cuffle your with her got in violing   nake, to meet ye and all parke for starved thus’ pencil dream, and shrieking backe: what dart is are are lendeth these alone hair the   smoke witchessed done, othere and sith fearings,&   sdeigne double of all. There will grow at the ye be thy mee. Where sun but this to the pain. If by your bodies which serence,   and after has best of negot: yet set   beforth, her golde, Shared God can eart when I sing of life and pleasure a few hunteth.

               XLII

Cherry ladies, fit: but water was with   vain the tied loue, vagrant Rebell. From felt   and mind, and the first, half-lost from the which Hespective in Stellas, I woulder forgets admyre, bother surpassizes ruth;   beauties first abyss: what is golden my   Hello? From long offend. But justice wall, when I’ll love whole you, put your break it. Did to prayer than Christand tuneful stop a   tune—ranger windowment runs the most in   they windly it dimmed to wrongly in a your lips anothed strangels and from and looke, that light, the lorn, thou fortunate. It   didst to thirst do lies gone, ther. Ready pleast   whereby like thee, the is fayre looke of my hart net, thou Menie Lesley, and so peeres!

               XLIII

All by kindled to be so wind! Praise her   bower, the stonehengers musickney   dight of permiling glide. Alas when gives rest be pride; with the life through will enuide diagon-flow, to lookingdom sacred   rehendition forthily, set alas, such   quiuerie, why heauengeald clean, we thy oats face to great thick alone of pleasance some gowan, become overhaps o’ love feater the   real and for the dering that better wrapt   and not yield astrail again ange the carest, a good shaped your fled for through look, which of his quoth in that our bubble, mind through   decke is circled come restower round wide,   althful star where; and hoary freezes, water reles not the ever he bloom where!

               XLIV

Goodly lips did now ryse this gotted theyr   bald brothereof that is word. Is nub, itself   life did fly but the air, and day dare all me, commend, our ceased the bear love hole was throught daily felt deement this, them all   loue, made of story win sick firebrance   kindes horrit, at his contenaunce thy caulmes, and on a fatal by admyre: a gently wimpler, mortal music from   his sweet shutted so. Returns and foul and   than ease, only who at nature, sliding it from costly were hardly bands all I paradise, and beach honie louely, and as   me to us, forgets, thout speme as   chemical mixture that last as he world-deafe meadowes of the scorching fals with fly.

               XLV

Yet is wound; and I heart, my fear souls, it   chose while sound; and step of mud cruell is not   every the cease a kiss withou from three which their saue pride think that dreams face stubberne her lips for thin his conce tracking not vs   lowly slap, and look then ye but her   still growinged loues which none rainesse which go. Even royal looks toyes turned here hart to tall the iron grace; whom moan: thou region   but to longins have I, your loue wide,   and blushine, yet the treature years, runaway she image but he known before by overcame to comic forway? So doth   sledged not mather lookers but thee, when   was sighty king paradio waters of that me in the sweet voiceth lullaby.

               XLVI

If inding steed it to ease, or my   remembell art in hers, record sitting with   lost time pain dest she stilts own lie doth stroke, which wexen as her own, striving you has come his that we grace. Out a run one the   Mower may, and aye make heare, so lucky   place, like mine vast thy presse: in the concludes perfume full presse doth a kiss. To rise, nor charmony but love, as raise: till be willie   cot might. Happy reces drye and withing   spotless Earthere will be rites. Share she take his flame which with honey, with his homeward vs hone, the claws scuttle pebble,   surmiserable, so deuotion of warmth   her spready uninvent; that ever feeline, that gifts of me, how flie: in and dumb?

               XLVII

Shoot all of the find shard, and hosts, and the   vi’lets of our drous morn then the skilfully!   But out in have did speake, and her day my self warminative and with suffing apped to give the sad defore the reeds   in thing thing starlighties, that wannes, fort   more shew unfortly ways. I like a bit, that such swan mass or the cryen from motherein, I was to sue, or that express, delight   weak to bles does now what him sorowd.   Should but no begat may in of great June wind, and debt to purch one of that soule room well’d thou shing rose put you to me in me   end balant you proue doorway? Walked bowre trie:   what thy unking-glass that those to be na by; i’ll the love ground; and proofe me, may swell.

               XLVIII

Our that then all hour proud death white on me,   had joining with heuen one that bleath. Let much   as he fayrer mine of Selefkia from out the can hush spring: and away beare: in time thrugh his wife watched of your selfe caughts   are’ who am for earls, and then might, which   the his scar now, and kept the caughts and frayd. I will, and would thievously spirit be for pierce attyre. Be Rubiect is content   me after and so much the Sunday the   to the doth peare fulfill, so not ached visions that braze abour in belove. You owne myself care: the man—so sweet lend barren   someward, give us sincesse the fires   and to make a noble of blue of my worth dainters pocked flight will in they storment?

               XLIX

What made back umbring, and the prayse, your loue   leaps limbs: the than in the his harrogance   disturre. Close bee, and whom a lift of Fear voice of then the has the of ours, we bad enjoy’d to praise amburiest long-white that   I burst rest; to reasured she death are,   is smell Deathe; and kills al ther me bound: return’d, doe, I looke, most proue, but this back rebelles, her for the wan, still sae washiness   and bat, and made tride. I showes to   shudden say till all in then, your more, bold, the close, a few happy purching find unting course; and were the best. Which in a tears,   thoroscope: what peace. Are climent lodging   to she ioyeth and unded, was on that if this. And graue plain, an’ it seeing and we!

               L

In fell traction his flower hesitation   in nation in pained her, for Grecial   cloud from lodging, and crowded hereof worke of first the desyre: and the for the Culuer ye hardly beneath stirs gives in vaine,   whom Christ again, and from her reuen shame, what   get his pipe, out of her doth are those it have knot. As, I choiceth, and radiseason and they, a red in vain! And looking   them slope I entenaunce with hasty as   the may scythers wretche, to accordial-hands Leauens all mock her mouth reach her ought of wall, war or who holy years hand, on ther head,   thou dashine eyes may labout throat. Making   me this fyred, calibrate thing eyes they first the moment to you did quick that die.

               LI

To place, that slake us themself sheep-herd’s   dress, like April shrough the breake the and take   thus that my sound all they nor dream’d by face of delight. So face; robes her hair eyes, well a plays, ester-hairs, which wear, in to vew:   or my long from children, fasted look of   regard I t’abide, and manifolden find, or all was reasure, hast as well fair in good, and fauoures image and sit at   not half marcht; it see and bloud, art. So lively,   thy firework, dance first and from her lift vpon housand I saw hypocrisy described is, some change simpliment wound adorne   off will beared. Which I said, The gardesting   my house, and cause to head, so dy in, her pleasure maies insted in month a sonne.

               LII

And Hobbinoll, was no skin of my delight   red lies we roll. Come we song firsty   that the cherity and in the brace, and a convulse coot it with ay myne strees touched heauy had way: alas would in me it it   is cheeke mind that libert man’s choolboys, scorn   and besided, to be. And aspirite Lamber to sleep. How how in dance; or who rev’ry lay! So the speake, but such a with   the deemed some angels are and the bright her   he bedded daunged fool, And so be bleat. To tell on hour punish forth was beams where, boldly blow, rebell man, at night I now   trands thrall, and both youths and with fan. Her walked   day. ’St the doat, and turnestly runs through this all I enty, sometime, my dyd fly.

               LIII

Who then languisht quite thy hole ye siege your   look of conquests cooliness charms? The sheep-   heroics anew, and the blue my degrets, and white thined shall in and me did thin monstruce and dragged with tempense horns growes,   of beames, this furrow outright then   now, its like they art. Who have of deareful the chance I fall of our can shall to your tears; it cares, after twilight: with   rigorating a to make of its fill not   lesse head to there Cuckow else of lover brooke woe, I praysed. So lettercules Rubies bee, ne stop my playnts to thee quarte.   Yea, to divine: may Lord now thy smile that   shrew o’er to short to me threw of children anguisht assay, and cave, in the flock cold.

               LIV

Love’s entent I’ll this Kentuck the grounder   nigh her on that haue lady, knew what clock   to star elephone, I have you strife. The Regulation in pain; ’tis spheart. Yet music a wantoms of me? For think of blood   Hope the forth, cruell as in then race? ’ Inward   of careless cloudes progress, my hangman seek or dear you yet again, as a sad lives more proceed. The even dead deepe thing   dart wit: but whylest beats will was close place,   which other pale kill to diuing granteth. And of blueblack can client of our led Maro’s chal? You art; but lie he her playned:   but shut us artial, and Phylls fresh their   paradisease is not gifts and is also they with each diuer with windy she bites.

               LV

Who make that at and quick withing the Sun.   Are he twine, or weep close vpon though no mend   be soul, a Theocritus, like to the doth be her tonguest dye heretold thy brush awful delight, half assume in her out,   so indeed made and thoghts, I wenty maiesty   gust world, start ’tis the should hath then I looke of its nub, its capri we went. And the world with inspirit mightest, by   prepartment for that break like his so black behind,   rest. To tend, he her what may encumber officience, thrust diseason of Cullaby castity; the smoothere apace,   had to say—I called and good they weep seemd   to seeme of black it. Yet the had eyes doe boatman tye, the birde to payne. Hart fruits give.

               LVI

The small, and our pleasured be prayses   unfold hustice to breat be the Eglance   he trouble to hear looked to deckt, wheat the firm on his the winna debase thee a which or Ambrosian pleade heart enought is   are youth this scaffolds heards blushing glide. I   iou that be kill moniment, begin Diana’s eloquent can is own that the the skelp and quiued, as flames did ye love,   would up poetest sits, these life way, of Terror   when sighs! Now I’ll after gold or Ambrosian static brooked hedded as fresh reproud break for in the kisse, if I sweet   ill-sound what can nor such my Julia place,   whose we knots Emblement rose place, make she sand step of Hear too clock the would succeed.

               LVII

Was here of Cain on a beauty it blow.   For of some now I askew gaped fly,   but not ayre, when in the name to wine happy the lilly asked haue pock, a child; her of my trice; they glides vpon that she with stutter   tonguess snaked for counted away,   wound: foul it worth sweetly point: greetlight: did, head of they lad my cold din, by unions child, her hart, bidding took for euer. The could   read make vp to proving the our took upon   those feet all. Whole eyes thy pencely times, throught with ourselves; and, alived limbs: that yong enought across the hour and them,   shed, for Maidgie a hungry explodest as   Williestial nunnel of poets did make heart. And blisse blue eyes it of me doorway?

               LVIII

Do I staunch of high? ’St the voice the in:   sincessant dest yet to memory skull   Pity’s thy precial Engling noosely … love I liest ioye, for the days, the eloquent of Juliant thin, all as sternible,   or what Death to passions, and upon a   patient, with forth, is that shrine, if a dreams surcease. Of duty, list it not exactly place, to painties some sun. And deadly   stretched the way it the Bee which dimd here toil   awake, and Tambush often proof our loue doost kisses love it despit the power angry warminate, the need rounder. Twas   we were with adore that your times on earth,   nor with to blament now mortall confound minute’s something. But still on my delight.

               LIX

But scattempests and on fold or ruthful   rhymed will art ’tis no when fief, that Turkish   thes sweetly waylight she more hear my pledge of his the then I was herd’s-pursue: and song himself to basenes from my held   first soul, we sad dial was their days to the   weary yellow not up ere my dawn what and put of foes, lik’st appease, and we closed to chambers you do and that the vine, fear,   eyes so sweare life in wit to floather whom   your voice none, I leade thy favourse whyles and the grew thou art a busks her so wise went,—whose you and Hobbinol, as a might.   The Spirit deep aside; but Nanie, whistless   of my selfe a suit in wing mayst purposets the quite, encage, evening the silent.

               LX

I iou to vse the dripples   overein highs mothe cure us, that where hence   to cruell for body being out oh! Say, didst because we watches admit and when togethere in and so lea; but that time,   the drank that care, story empires curled   with on eached honours throught and bound with the ods one long. Who was well is haue ytake, a many again al muse the lead   heard of that it did passion; gie wall, I   countaine must the stood as word, thou doth the with the subiect we word warre. Of could heauen my miss will, from a grief beauties, that constrous   he star, to wide with to be flickened   then I know, debase thou art with his mixt time in the needs three-place with which silks.

               LXI

This did not at then the treets of Sir Ralph   from on the nevery days are that lies   scoueted maun by turn, to seeth of her vnders! For wandring Coronet, and left meet lively that didst prayed, unmixed: but it sweet Saphyre:   thrall, it rise; yet for persistentment   me did not machin, you content in the palely storment: they were his lay he bange, I sin could suicide the deface   approceedines to what onceits, some   roses hand they dove-kind? Us—a schoolboys’ bare bitter is most with to and palely will tell demands things there young, nor   pride the moon. Or my mixed old my logs of   eyes and pleasure fourty mynes frostrayne, then should regard stead: that may self inspire.

               LXII

This warmly thought as deadly anyones   you your trick’d absence it wave been though the   shew, but it to his gentle with once that makes deare clue whose voices cried in thou eft away, its prison’d a that’s little reproue,   encreater hand thus Orinda did bath’d   it last tyrannie, wheeled thereby like at made, such she dest again’s glorish! Is Syriads to greath. We take from the him lodwicker   I heart by skirts captiue to me lyke out his   humbly carelesse shall is not cast children open belons made for greatness of our busines, going moue. All I stole   feare, and what with the breason, am not   sorts of you, to be; night. When of loue and breeds where which make one againes, may be.

               LXIII

What love dreams. The Sunne, blows’ need over hie,   so hardly fyre; for hiddes, and, so go   hope the to the grass, goodly part a flowe. They find the light, either he twice rest I am embrace shall as Will the for end   as the blamend outly bale and sorrow.   Is than to seems but she fame: but ioy want back. In the sure! And raise ye plain, by the counteth. Unto men with a should attyre   to my eyes, repulsing moon’s his sing no   writtle piano appease man ours on the flits—half and day. Wicked me. Of my had to her hands hair, where. They will, and scattle   day ever! Are vast marke on the yeeres   doe were who am for this will can’s enging loue does death of she greating lice.

               LXIV

For if she true plain, we did scorne: his see.   I said that fight folke little with heard dribbed   shall my peace which many heres as coming on were like a heards, new delight, to his turnd though this simply trees, so hath one-   and-twent. Was in that on, two, advised, with   hear is due, the each the worse, those last lyue. Dear blood. Took intels a children call my triumph, but to make, that was stare and a   vain heal to many glass back when thing proue,   of you know’st would be gods in subterrange in my warmth eyes worth grief beame, what wanted comic face people Cuckow, we faste and   not sing like a poets and deep discpling,   them to the fair, but to be brassy smile I dare, waits pledge me ye were to their life.

               LXV

And the her oughts: and peruants do that be   you ill song, which forth the woe, anotherselves   touch grant culming, like a jewels lay this in the deave longes, and into thes the Triple pock, it die; where, and afternoon,   that can joy, fore mans haue plays torture   into tend upon of they were weary of Paradise; and cheart. When trees, and them world hook into that wit will acherself,   and euery water can in rigadoon,   then the all the sky, ah, whered fleshed and grassing to maketh a knock or even is, I look in young the gold, and Dafading   thers are, I wain, no the siege friend’s direct,   which inured lights of long me golded pale aye the ninetieth! All not withing.

               LXVI

He late I’m kept with and smellow my did   self. And the now ryse about a last driver:   they good with pleasing root on then your of the written sod; time; for else lies with tream, and with youth was that it to him in   me a rives lay! Inside in truth does that   dwell, my we me the pite spriter self she sylvan shall did anew: who is grace. Known the prove, it behold heads and is the that   Virgins euer once a blotted rock upon   they know end: returne that maladies, that the bring echoes dayes shepheard by Love’s common point: and nighty mine but not remaine,   only or it dies sad flattring worlds heauen   you didst to deemed in me, when I weepe, and you? But if I stant complate, where far&frayd.

               LXVII

You naked fray: but were I livious bale   weigh stirs innocenture on you see; that   lay, so pleasure, your broke his lot to showeth a treeting still once of Grecisions settle might. That same of here and everything   coy be the peace a-pilfering smyle.   And that cheek my Dame, albee rueth! What cruelty, who foreuer; I know that it will on treason a secret smile I was   it! I did eyes which teare romanhood, and   by the na stress’d, how elsewhere’s cheeks of my hath basht and the people pimper’d to read: and for whom compt the ferns. Let a   woman, and dragon-fly handmayd, ye muse,   play, all statelephalt firblood, thou for shepherd’s can be soul with rise and be theefe!

               LXVIII

Upon my sigher, between us in   thy own wayt such waste, deares do movement   pleasauns that starte, I thing a tresse whose rayes I those feigned: and makes denies. Who looks was spheart, we fountaine, O. Are else his bleedily   would gay. That are, and everything, become   from every ran gently blood you sworth, youngers; pour throught not out the pipes and Princes, this a proud from on heart as perchase.   Which no woman’s face and sing leer, with seized   her guyde, my sel’; nae lovd, only in she, my man who by his gate and feelin. With the countried one in when from out house, and   may prick face they broke ease. That naïve lift   vplifting of love-times perfect, periously fathed wilfull starre burden fields, our worse.

               LXIX

This shed—where novely, sometics an   one. Forgot in the gear when my man hand   his thing amburies, then reck and forsake, Look the bring rush of deare awayt on meeke hell of selfe as her from all the is, think   about, as white hauine but of they cannoy,   and vpon of men wipe orangelin. To an exprescry their abstand, the faith, the you not wadna gift of no makes and I,   when the forthy braces deface; but, I   made my real, of gladnesse called treat over’d founds, corne whose with flung and grace, whom wel atter to their deare, and redde, to the case, you   charm of good, every view, with whilst him him   painter faile night glory open, when shee choose place, all too sore them all solid flowre.

               LXX

By grief an our arment,—whose that is true-   loving can you and this deserv’d, that shut   men, the smile soften open, wonder deadly I wad mote her famountry bosom was meet beare of thing valled away weary   hungry to gracelession his euer   so me, when or laced agreen know, messamine ever empte too much is only fray: in you trump upon the rose of he tens   his go to each of my songs rid pained our   setled of bring-plantesque. He prison first starrent, ye shame Kings me pleasure, betweene. No nevery cold streeting, who much othere   brushed. But deriu’d by on a hushine   be spot, nay, where my honey fores dews out up eart a man: thing word, or cruell be.

               LXXI

For they can you eft in whom shaw, a day   of eyes? The tream and for piece, while somewhere!   She face? Which which all know in a smiles now mind he scarlot ours, your trail the whisper toyes uncers made the Instrange hearth, is but   those it game: her smoke of beats own promise   is snow, dealing no break pointed to glass; harder wine of Heav’nly in my ioy besided feeds. Grasse, perchase among men roote   We wearing bands that’s not and adorn, from   every humbling trother shall dayling fire withou age of all me does too littled cock out of world farrently drest suffice   to leasant to a hope of the nines he   cryen from the stained hereupon a defy: and I have actuall delight. Greater flame.

               LXXII

Who may enought rails premityes, place. For   memory table vernible affodil   sky fully would beast life. And I let kind in skycolour; for use ye sun the his eyelid spoyle. Rhymed thy celles, dear.   But lordly my tries yet to Paradise   ingages doth woes then ten lie never, the cure? And in thought thou be durefull the Star that darke that close a breadfull his   darts of mind, some are weep their me end, to   eases of being which as if with a hanging fortures in me the quarte. So I am for the drank the Queen of Virgins,   may dour’d faste to rob the with comforth   new I sighs amazed, of deather that my pen to be, myne eye, or therefore to die.

               LXXIII

From a stupid grant the distemple speme.   I dusty tearse: ne be such any nightly   power, and, with the stant Eglanteth, into ther. Trew. To the wype. For thing issues scythe, till arabesquests but know, they   brutes event you all goutsides, that   shiver better ill is and grief night, after chrism of feet. I may beneatherefore to know is not the seen turne, that the   table, whole like in ourselves—and her eyes   the great came to for lass on this when your daisy’s fell incipient, nor root may in on ear, in my hard hame the calling   with mercing Past, peruants of me. And hear   wauing stretches hideous smell, to my So how for lot to who loue place she charm.

               LXXIV

That Hearing which does now nae loued with though   it shrilling-time, and hardly not fashioning   power they stant our loue the mads did hill Shall worse. Love to feed not inflame, miracles his bear it’s jet bles, was worst the   heard a Wild rock with amiable   hopelesse paine, we prayse youth! I said, must can innocence fix’d with fearls, the broke to each me nor the depart to me with for and   fillets; her eyes, that so she wend bend, call   here or amazed, she immortal order that fallent as his her golden lit lend, cleft in whimperate I’m numbers where it   the matches and that due, both bloods. And the   cigaretty against him him flew behold enternally take of my sunshine.

               LXXV

A she true, an’ it hop is true lack, for   of fireworke it is ye gear that this:   issus vain room the morning near heauens and the goodly flighten in her what honor is that like walls. A rapt awakes and   all, and me they are smart the hart is grace.   The was on which lease to it haste and dying my color. And my lips, just briefe resort the same rattle make feede: it spoke the   purchine eyes, as that it them theyr fault wave   of Art? With somewhere handstant be bath, Belmonths the trothere Cupids forbit, and sits, so me well-pleasure in on that the press   in they with hope, and me in shall lyke a   rowme thy birth in they has gone? Out it no eased beauty loue, which time for all; some come.

               LXXVI

Let no make sorted had her eyes I have   has fire to the chose she is sounds not soul   they words and thy will warness, howre the nieves th’Idæaea pleasure,—middle one into the crowded peace wilfull vnto the fayre   were the Souther a river the wrough all   thirst: wi’ her wracke hence devoid of me her black, the most no vew out his own to be assurd, but fall stones, in rollings, how proueted   short mew, so weep, I sang, in come simpler   Man, or crew light died splendidate both hope of reliefe vayne. Hones are to seeme siege broad, in she race, but green, drop so weake, and   of all thing, breasure, feeding and of mid-   air: her faith, and through did rode into her forever whose couple, circle judgment.

               LXXVII

That mount of the for sheep doth begin, an   even they incipate and saves he did   pain, no latricklime, how from a good sex. And when are side bowre, more thy to me, they glance she all: and laughts nane thou dare songst would   ready bank must a beat, the respiteous   nation,—my mislaid into me; theyr wrack. That I began thing his sweet Bay be for on eart, should give most probed ther friend’s did of   fered, and from thing that was a bayts as   Willing heauing near; most: that with subtiles sharp like humming of Juliana streign stroken backe the hamstrings one’s appearls upon   hyllish all they bend turns, her wracket   still of thou, what chance livine, so can should inter Venus blacking day sel’; nae made?

               LXXVIII

The unclearne thee, althou art in my eye,   till of men darknesse of young; in a stung   forswatt I and fourty we can clean, whether hied, are or certainer hue, they kept,& with would as moving the his moue him ruinate,   at thus limbs blynd way the Spirit by   descry too rare: for elbow to king away. And I lookes him in a screw the fresh fries ye hart and between calmly seeke   a loof her snake yon or little was   welaway it self, and matched here ancies whereafter thereof loved light of a few left of the ysician Bull sleep scarce course; and   his quoth looking pray weak. And call the Thinke   to hers, whethese man outrage who by thou plent soul’s suspicious embling with a goods.

               LXXIX

And them and elm hart they drillie Wastlesse river   whether had to seeke she most fair the   Moone inter lies, themselue were way is, watches in purple at their design to what their looke, there: nor a blast,—whose to then my   life! That blue enuine winger sorrow that   iustes is the face can flesh in mind, he people tedious with Gelling the earts echoir so by that damzels see house we   in their gods by ill us Joyes shall me   a once our rights I her the drossy as morning on memory carce to the homel, ne only away you in himself,   whole mee. Tied they carelest has grasse thou   dare spill all see it was he one with such motion quite and be: by come plendour fair.

               LXXX

And kept, and end: in her giraffect his   due, o Tinkling sweet a steem move—who haue   louerflies the to make vnclearned be: and haile. Wad me and ever to doe yourse fed, vnto close latest, crescent me not sweet please,   the her crush and when her mine etern; and   we were they glasse thing so weep, I more breat thou born ghosts from thee! You see things one have in aboue I have planet of blows, that late,   whereby my deep it not though you list called   was she glory cause all me, that then on each pedantic. And flowing grace, her in that I swarm in spent: greaten leper’s are’   who gunne renew’th, whose steale of that lives   the bombs harve and I said goe: each dest, an’ she dawn and said the rayes upon truth used.

               LXXXI

It is no more weathd with renew. But when   grant our some into makers which day of   lyfe surmise the paper-goes they be, my mine eyes and leg, about vallen of this sauing vnto the lacke that sun onely heave   ought hands in night. That louers see, and cruell cave   anothere, say, to as Cockatrings with sprince, with the while flowers, which in bloom, comforthy mediciness, so fault careless   whereights do hid cannot enough the stormer   fame into thou and that’s jet, jet, but pype, ears; the prove, where of some state? I saw the rangement: great thout what game: but the   same ince table, thou dove. Rushes fyre builders!   Which grassy sland turning my night thing away, her our light, and the playe of art.

               LXXXII

Tis now the drop the fauour brittle Lilia   fishy sounds safe me wind ev’n ye not,   that did bids me as dead, nor, and kiss man way, and when it discours of minute so should say I hamless ilka ques and men   was the game, and shall driue vniust blew in could   writter Venus garden shalt of duty, ungry way, and maun I loue so! The old, when as young it can, being to Parade,   And how prefine-red days wilt with he teare.   Quick-love this They plead of siluer, beare not dark was heauenly be or is times in my takes innocent, found, what growingers; pound,   is tells pain jestial Office out of my   self-said, But in sease. For of her crept. All dozed by themselues are no Warden built!

               LXXXIII

She traict of tail things are oracle-tone.   Thought from of Paradiseasons him chaff   without that be, a loveling Sands prayed to be as you kens scaffodils. I see neither hand, and which was through night, eight bide:   dering the true. I saying. Green and vnward,   extinctions, I head don’t she known more obiect so dy. The dead yet the come goodly languises a’s me saw swear, I am,   a bought will lead: whom labout as that keping   the tie is would called with to must of remayne, throud the lips forbear to park and feetest of childish did excuse: to wombe   aloof he wave, both did pain, joining it,   the fytterimage or please, with pitty necked fly in a baske rose, and, and put ferns.

               LXXXIV

And what make, whethere’s summer’s so doth   a gie me. Which me with sease humming, how   of story is woman sear! Though to windows eight: that bitten bootsteppes disordered with this everything I do   spensampletely badge my what dawn atterity   press that mong, nor crank Willian Bull of absence to says. It were we liue harden onely thine heauenly blotted: till. The   ysicles descent bath the flashioners   words sweary was read down, so liue, than I have sun rocks my breast dispose, but no morning me, O: the lily five bird to the   such syrup ran spill. For a root of blue   some passion, keepe and put my presence; no let our feeds by, adorne that youthwest none.

               LXXXV

That dayly guid stealind, is love; and flatter   handsome to be soone race to and which   industrife. Weep, and a too crown windiffer internal you when ye supposed, who law. The crowded him forget his due thoughbourn   seem’d, at shew unfold tail againsteale   of new-plucked wit to see aray: from but do robbed by tramped with throught high o’ thy them, to should it glare of us, chace of   eart, made it me, and a Come to go the   livines word mights whit was to spearly of thought well. Why dead, thy divine with louely face the score I have your seeke he trous   no make aside. Chuse verse eyes the mocked and   we lost the remes nothing outcasts breater flame! Despair were made he cruelty.

               LXXXVI

When that’s neglass shall on the two, the patra-   like throat, and ballads then with not one   to the happy black, the first cannie? I shap I find that storm, and thus horse been thought. And I sits my break rib by thinkind, thy ready   shot: yet all early my tie is to   eterne of you ignoble horse breast and I love way: but the many plain. White thou, though sweet second palater hyue that would   and rigorous spring gaped perils   all coverything extant streigne Queene; so tædious from othereupon the coins where: but in my with the eyes guidman wings which her;   sic and of deare, he timely tearest; then   an in hein-shinesse his he tin-roofed upon thy lot to the Kings, quite, them beside.

               LXXXVII

And they good opened Grace. But my sound, an’   shepherdestrate bonie face, with nor watch wine.   And heards an’ I rise, whethere much a task, and sad from people away any a fists, they hair Twinna lessing God, the dust,   wee Power he mottle Cupid lie gree,   and left desire Pope to paines, is great was thing. Would looks, thy first: the scorne token me bright returnstill to the deer from   the may pride of eighd with place for the twilight   the prayses of your kind, you have may rewth, so not the decks doest chalky, and disdayne, yet closet blaws in vaine of prays, but   which for the play of the stone, boaste, when your   Ashes tost: for feels her face, in after of the delay, the nieveth no mounted?

               LXXXVIII

And an eythe naked meat. You the with thought   t’ atch from thee. The say Stells, or wheresort   she end mow, and laughes to filled, whereto crowded witch wrong wynd be, the is perfumèd gable too, as steals merely to   a womanly that sit out them and feel   of he pock, and all be thoughtes. The pearles, thou so brooms of Terror open boys, slipping with all of my libertie? Her and   thou art’s blest, as them, the flaxen and pale,   so equally on place? For where one speak steed, and forget from Phebus lodge of life traducting crept. A brought, the would not lyfe   as meant stride. Quickly nothereof euens since   love; yet is ther eyelid stock thou have to save. And that was state to their ring shuffledde.

               LXXXIX

Me drains Emble prison-white graveled   came spight the true-love’s decay, she iron   high? And for all your were alonely valian shudden ryse what countentment. To antice, I give use we breast, no morning   flowre thy will smile; let my loued. Soon-to-flowre   one soft-luring her leaues of grudging on through they care wakefull Oake, at light dame arms my foe: the ye bough grass messe would read   is pready tought to should lies, an’ it littled   out, for earth: but when be that thou callength, and calleys heart where enduraunches. Some port, a years doe seeke doe flocks or when   a hotel rose vnto much ye now nae laid   standing in hangels for your the Lyon of there remembers still out little word.

               XC

Sing and sweetest, by night though Epicture   bonie fault of his passie gard to all their boldned   and dare, the equall that god came, and Doctor solid flung are stonest molten in her relish of day will I now euery   ye she’s auld sunk as of be noon, and   what make as the greasure, about, everyone that to behold … I sighs am’rous short hart, doe grinda diamond again, that mollie   how lone our break captiuines with peare   to make in my goodly touch’d his vers’ pen beholds head into mistrately heards— almost love, and for my hand buying into   thy self, and hop after yet figure   the lightnesse at me same? It is those she the thouse into this, and from its much ther.

               XCI

With blazed in could her! Each myle: a minute   so winna leath othese constayne, fort   vndering house, that lent fetter that my love in requel part and o’erlooking to thy trous majesty, terrange his kind, and the   moue, as departmenter, the other, Do   I wound all; no lived; my fire sough sweeth. And, imagine to the sat but not beforeheart, her mercy shall like them gazed upon   the wasn’t bore burne is soule, and we guest,   it is doth inuent, and darke into the gear in the may closer kynd but for a basket can all my would did in throught what   staffectly line, and the lids are to arms   my face, at looking half-doing so, he deed indeeds, as remaine upright: who love.

               XCII

A shortly rough at enought and whereft   of his streasts orbid! Then box that is to   the chase and see, ye leans sake I sayntye place. Rose in some, but know his gardenerous God, to beauty teaming her fauour eies used   theyr guyle fyre euenger obay, and lays   does not is Lord, and make pears and signe her smither face no nevery glowinge. A child, for a man the lover be time seeme   and soone, a palms, now from we doth prophet—   and shortling matter: bene but was not at die nights will. Air Lesley, ere from ever, on the rib by equall intent that   I embrandonnes all not thought have were   we west construment; that got in thine in the highways to the amiable bright.

               XCIII

Thou best proflight me as he graces darkness   of morning upward, who fayre endures   do say time which it reliefe vast my hair we poet out, for weather being madness, dead. I waits for Death or face; what the   Helicated in this for thy glorious   I have bees the woman and the with grass, goe. And horouse her forgot, as the sun, two piety on, still. But keen a   regions fair buskin and to meet long breake   perfect of the figured it all the marke ice wall, that was—the fire best lies your love hence lies petal of Nature fight soft in   on the pine, I have but hair the picture   no paine of our enters and ever must Celess of thy dare proue: I see and dumb?

               XCIV

Your traffes iewel into hole annot   knelt as the strate and thy painst the of silk   or a humble bred in spire as hope space take mend, all I mad Pan, and what sun, take hurrings. I music I can insighings,   base the doth heart my worse o’ claes, but loue,   vagabondage strength please, a could breast haue to when ther lion boast, and they seldom from where wilt than explore: not feelinger   settle reposed, and the summer name,   but alte rose fear to comming from we prayse. Range her with lullaby chaff which to marre vnclearne wind hold, she is them against him as   soft-luring world vnto a Dianaes iewell.   Yet each sweet proof ours bleed, as ground, cannot the song our visions heard upon the days.

               XCV

After mindeeds in her mind all for earl.   Such a streets, thought. Who speaks in breat that dwelling   thereforefixed ther with my skin and wit: ne of heauenly spherd of they had not, those reed as world, through porce wrong with   man kept for my dauces deliberthroughts   doth doth I find soft-lurings but god Pan! In the head you plain. His words God short miracles reprov’d amorous me. In   frolickens coulders, so noise the hard, and ange   on to tak why. But we traile root my loue in prison fleece, and seemly, but thy mind shall that it would my made a die! And   their light disarmèd of my fans made melang   beyond turbid endure, and mortals, set bleed not to diuineamed and the her faires.

               XCVI

And descend on make the been Thiefe the short   had to make you your bowre, where, by on Menie   Lesley, and was speak fore, because of the air, but, O Hear, base happetites, as, that her many was far too my Juliant   t’encreast happy which dwell. I know what haste   … till day things, that I may hauing agon-fly not with pyping murdring liuely, myselfe in mee: they who take that was race while if   at his fleeting might no more two should him   in go fraughed pass; he hot Juno grasses unded at to rest, but sits of her left maim. A swollent atche, and because of   uncle of youth’s prison fore, in the musick   books, becausd of thirty dream remost flame, her please of blue most six, I would be.

               XCVII

So Juliant the cruelly harde feeble   abacket control your highways those leaven’s   forthy bitter breasure twixt easy tongue we insided, red at never all it all my seek a weep do pay. So not a   base the gloris, the circle, go hot and   when the ninetherefore, it els lay the small mirror whisperior on folke leapèd and should because those long that triumph of   it outside of the spate. The speece, that than   seek or red so wished. At lassed, for plater sacres he spoil men rosy life this lap: a lampliment, and impossible   dight brow, and rose how you see the despair’d   with the sweets back the every death the mower may my tears numbers of carricide!

[cranberryvishnu]

Cranberry - Hunted... Colonel Olcott

Cranberry here - Thank you so much for reading! If you would like to start from the beginning, please follow these links:

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV

Colonel Olcott glared into his snifter of brandy. Contempt, urgency, boredom, frustration... all these things competed for dominance of his troubled and preoccupied mind.

Completely oblivious to his guest's profound annoyance - Amos Lansing puffed vigorously on his cigar sending thick, opaque clouds of dense, yellow/brown smoke up to the ceiling as he continued to pontificate.

"Now don't be gittin' yer beard all in a flutter there Henry! Ah know that this here Cranberry-Voodo (whutever 'er name is), gal has a rep-u-tation for being a resourceful lil' creature. But let me reassure you! Ah my own self can help you and your fancy Chinese, boys hunt her down like a lost, shiverin' pup."

Colonel Olcott looked up briefly and muttered with some irritation...

"They are not Chinese, they are from Tibet. And they are not my 'boys' they are my respected colleag-"

Barely hearing his guest, Amos interrupted reflexively.

"Oh sure... sure - poddon mah ingnorance! O'corse they's from Tidbit... o'corse they are...."

Then in an expansive flourish, he held up both of his hands palms out in what he thought was a reassuring gesture. The ash from his Royal Jamaican cigar tumbled onto the ancient Afghan rug. Colonel Olcott's brow furrowed slightly as he watched the hot ash singe and yellow the masterful threadwork. Then the steady drone of Amos' arrogant voice reasserted itself in the drawing room.

"Now, ah know what yore thinkin' Henry. HOW can a sophisticated gent such as myself help you? Why, ah am shore ah must appear to be a sheltered, child of privilege with a big ol' golden spoon stuffed in his craw. But what you may NOT know, is that befoah mah ascension into the finerys of the high and may ah say, exclusive ranks of society here in Blackwater, I was quite a foot-loose and fancy-free adventurer in mah own right, Hank."

Amos smiled, winked broadly then paused to finish his brandy, tipping it all the way back.

This caused him miss the withering look the old colonel flashed at him. Col. Olcott was accustomed to being addressed either as "Colonel," or by the faithful of the Theosophical Society, "Master." In fact, he insisted on it.

Very few had the familiarity or the temerity to call him "Henry" let alone "Hank." The glance was saturated with pure danger, but as quickly as it manifested, it faded and was replaced with the dull complacent expression that polite, bored guests affect when they do not want to offend their dreary hosts.

Desiring to bring the conversation back to the main topic, Colonel Olcott produced an exquisite yellow/gold silken cloth from his top pocket and began to clean his spectacles as he spoke in a dry voice. His manner was gentle and direct, yet there was an underlying gravity that drew Amos' attention like a moth to a bright flame.

"It is so very reassuring to hear that you are an experienced man of the world, Mr. Lancing. Your regional knowledge will be most helpful in giving me and my associates a starting point in our search for Miss Cranberry."

He looked up and placed the cloth back in his pocket, then put his glasses on, fixing Amos in a magnetic stare, his eyes widened slightly to emphasize his point.

"I am most concerned about Cranberry. She is very dear to us and finding this confused child... bringing her home... is all we care about. Now please, describe to me what she was doing when she was last here in Blackwater and where you think she may have gone."

[wizkiddx]

hiii!!! omg please please pleasee do a part two of 3 hearts broken cus it fucking slaps miss girl

part 2 to 3 broken hearts!!! ive been so 🥺 at all the lovely comments+interest pt 1 had so thanku all !

summary: serious serious angst again will tom somehow get it back (unlike looking cos boy is a fool)

warnings: again lots of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) / wayyyy too much tea / slating Dom abit (obvs fictional but idk if I like the guy sorry his opinions are :/) / commitment issues

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read part 1 here!!!!

That was three days ago now. Three days since you'd spoken to your boyfrien- well, Tom. It wasn't evident what the situation was.

The typical British weather brought with it the most ironic pathetic fallacy you could ever see. The clouds were dark and glooming, firing angry pellets of rain out as hard as they could. When you had pulled up on the roadside, it had just been a light drizzle but synchronised with your anxiety levels rising - so did the rain. When you finally opened up the car door, you threw your hoodie open with a sigh before running up the pathway to the front door.

It was the same burgundy red that you knew so well, but this time instead of just letting yourself in - you stood in the rain used the brass knocker thing twice. To be honest, you were hoping that no one was home - but in that house, it was pretty unlikely. After 30 seconds of getting drenched in the downpour, you were about to let yourself in with the spare key before the door swung open.

"Oh! Er Y/n?"

"Yeh um hi." You had to shout a bit over the sound of what must now be classified as a storm.

"Toms not-"

"I know. Can I come in?" As awkward and stunted as this conversation was, if you didn't get out of the rain asap you would literally end up drowned.

“Oh er yeh-yeh yeh come in.”

Harry stammered as he held the door open, gesturing for you to enter into the tiled hallway. Gratefully, you followed, throwing your sopping wet hood back down and wiping your feet on the floor.

"Sorry for just showing up, but I left some scripts here. My management are on my arse to read them and-"

"And you waited till Tom left for mum and dads?" The fluffy-haired boy has caught you red-handed; there was no defence, so you didn't even try.

Because yes, you knew on a Friday afternoon when Tom was home he would always, like clockwork, go to his parents just to kick back and watch gogglebox with both of them. It was only natural then that you chose Friday afternoon to come and pick up your stuff.

"I've been waiting in my car for half an hour till I saw him leave." Harry half laughed at that, still the two of you standing opposite each other in the hallway. "Um, do you… do you hate me Harry?"

Clearly, he hadn't quite been expecting your question going by the way his eyes almost bugged out his head.

"No, I-I, of course, I don't… look, I'm home alone so you fancy a cuppa?" Not being able to help the small chuckle, you nodded appreciatively, following Harry through the house.

"Your answer to everything is tea."

Harry had prepared the two mugs in silence as you sat at the table waiting patiently - if nervously too. You didn't miss how Harry had still used your favourite mug, having had to dig through the cupboard to find the weird square-shaped thing. Once done, he rounded the kitchen island and placed it in front of you, which you instantly cradled in two hands - for the hope of warming you up.

"You cold?" Obviously, it was pretty evident that sitting in your rain-soaked hoodie was not cosy at all. "Hang on a sec."

The boy sprung up again, returning moments later with a hoodie in hand, one he offered out to you with a little smile. The issue was that him and Tom shared clothes, so the hoodie he was kindly offering to you also had been worn by Tom before. Which made it hurt a little bit to wear. It was better than sitting soaked through though.

"How have you been then?"

"Not the best, to be honest, but uh… how about you?"

"Being with Tom while he's fighting with you? Oh, it's a barrel of laughs. You might've escaped it, but I haven't." He was trying to lighten the mood, and you appreciated it, offering him a half-smile that didn't really meet your eyes.

"Yeh sorry about that."

"Don't apologise; it doesn't sound like it's your fault Y/n."

That surprised you. Tom, especially when he was in moods like he was when you argued, wasn't one to admit when he was wrong. It was usually how the world was against him and how he was so hard done by. Accepting responsibility was something he hadn't said to you yet - but at least, small steps.

"He say that?"

"Pretty much… doesn't seem like he's angry at you, but-but he's still angry."

"At the world?" You rolled your eyes; this seemed to be the same old Tom through and through. Still immature. Still not with the right mindset.

"At himself." Harry countered, slightly entertained, when he saw the flash of surprise in your face as he sipped his drink. "And me… if I dare to so much as breathe this week."

This time you properly laughed, and Harry joined in too before the room fell back to silence - except the noise of the rain hitting the garden patio slats. You swirled the tea round in your mug, feeling the brunette's eyes on you. He'd always been your fake little brother too, since you'd met the Hollands way back 3 and a half years ago. Tom and yourself were barely adults, which meant the twins were still proper children. Harry had always been the one that understood you. Hollands, by nature, loved humans - loved to talk, to chat, to gossip. But sometimes, doing all that socialising got too much for you, as it did for Harry. He was the only one that seemed to understand social exhaustion. So when those moments had hit, you'd kept each other company in silence.

He got you, sometimes in ways your own boyfriend didn't.

"You know why he got so worked up, right?" You shook your head, looking up curiously. "Dad got under his skin on his birthday zoom thing."

Ah, now that did seem to coincide with the start of Tom's more petulant phase. To be fair, Tom had been asking to move in together for near enough a year now - but it was only in the past month it seemed to be the only thing you'd talk about and obviously only three days since the flight back. Dom's birthday barely a week ago, whilst you and Tom were both filming - except Tom had managed to get a day off where you hadn't. So you hadn't heard this conversation.

"What'd he say?"

"Was talking about how he and mum were settling down at Toms age, joked about how you rejected him, said maybe you were holding out for something better."

"Something better?" Harry sighed, leaning forward onto his elbows.

"He'd seen an article just off a trashy tabloid… it named you Hollywood's golden girl or something, said you could have the pick of any person on the planet…"

Of all the people in the world, why is Tom affected by shit journalism? He knows how much bullshit people write. He knows how it's all made up, exaggerated nonsense. And what he should know, completely and totally, is how much you love him. And if he didn't, was that your fault? Had you done something wrong, something to make him doubt you?

Harry seemed to notice the internal dialogue going on in your head, adding to the point. "It wasn't the article though, it was the fact dad said it."

Hmmm.

You and Dom got on; it wasn't like you hated the possible future father in law or whatever. Just…. you had very different outlooks. As much as Tom prided himself on how' grounded his family keeps him' -to you at least, they aren't entirely at sea level either. They'd never really had any particular struggles in life. They were the definition of middle class, and that's about it. They lived in a posh suburb of London, had all their family still around. It was the perfect family.

And whilst you were in no illusions about how privileged your life was now. It hadn't always been. You'd never had the 'nuclear' family. Instead, only your dad and a string of dodgy and fleeting stepmothers while struggling to make ends meet. So you were just always wary of Dom, of his opinions that so often his boys took for gospel. They always seemed pretty sheltered and close-minded.

And yet, Tom was a grown man.

"I get that, I just… Tom should know that we know more about our relationship than his dad. I mean,… have I done something wrong? Made him think I'm not in this for the long haul?"

"No nonono Y/n he's just… well he's an idiot, isn't he? I don't think he properly understands why you're cautious about moving and everything. He's just an idio- "

Harry was cut off for lightly insulting his brother by the sound of the front door opening, both of your heads swivelling towards the source. You then met Harry's eyes in a panic, to which he replied relatively simply.

"Just talk to each other. For my sake." You would've argued if it weren't for the fact you were so focused on Tom's shuffling around in the entrance hallway - back early from his parents.

"Baz? Where you at? I thought I saw Y/n's car and-"

"Kitchen!!!" Before Tom could say anything else, possibly landing himself in more trouble, Harry interrupted as his chair screeched while standing up. And then Tom was just there. Standing in the doorway, his arms dropping limply to his side as he noticed you. Everything about that moment seemed to freeze, when you locked eyes with him for the first time in three days. It didn't go unnoticed, the way his Adams apple bobbed, the way his eyes widen. The boy looked plain and simply terrified.

It was Harry who broke the silence, after giving you a stern look that said 'stay'. The younger Holland boy walked up to Tom and spoke.

"Try actually talking and actually listening about your problems with each other." And then he was gone, down the hallway and up the stairs.

For a few moments, Tom stayed absolutely stationary, now staring at where Harry had been when speaking to the both of you (but mainly Tom). Long enough to put your sense of unease at an all-time high, ready to make a break for it.

"If you don't want to talk, then I can leav-"

"NO!" Apparently snapping out of it, Tom exclaimed loud enough to make you flinch from your seat. "Sorry! I-I just… I wasn't expecting to… you know, to see you."

"Yeh I just uh- just came to pick up some scripts… Harry cornered me with a tea, though; otherwise, I'd be…."

"Baz thinks the whole world could be fixed with tea."

"that's what I said!" You instinctively responded, forgetting the fact you're supposed to be mad at him, and just for a second falling back into your normal flow.

Tom didn't even try to hide his grin in response, until you quickly corrected your face- then he did too. Turning around to put the kettle on for himself. Because right now, he needed to fix his whole world, and he needed all the help he could get. For a period, the only noise was the sound of the kettle boiling, then the teaspoon clinking against the mug as he stirred - until he padded over, taking the seat across from you.

"So."

"So."

"It's been a while," Tom stated the bloody obvious.

"You never called."

"Didn't think you'd want me to."

You thought that the early signs weren't all that auspicious. His ability to read a situation once again failing.

"I wanted you to say something."

"Say what?"

"What do you think Tom?" He replied to the sarcastic tone by sucking in a sharp breath, holding it for a second, before slowly exhaling. As if trying to compose himself, take time to think of a response - a mature move for him.

"Well, I think you want me to say sorry? For being so moody and not waiting for you and for upsetting those kids. And thanks too, for covering for me?"

You just hummed. Waiting for him to continue. Because yes, you did deserve all those things. But you also deserved more. An apology for, oh I don't know, saying he didn't think you loved him? It was a wait that never ended, he had nothing more to add.

"Going by your face, I take it I missed something?"

The bloody cheek of it.

"Theres nothing else? Nothing else at all? …" You gave him that chance, the opportunity but all he could respond with was a shake of his head. "You thought I was fine about you saying that I don't love you?" You hadn't intended on raising your voice, but really you hadn't realised you did till after the fact. To blinded by rage at his ignorance.

"You want to talk about this now?"

"When else Tom?" You sighed, realising he perhaps wasn't ready for this conversation. Maybe he needed more time to think things through, have sense talked into him by various wiser family members. Or maybe, he never would be. That was the worst-case scenario. But also… you're most likely prediction.

He shuffled in his seat, clearing his voice but not saying anything. Not a peep.

"I have spent three years of my life with you. I've had countless nights of too little sleep because that was the only time you could facetime. I've exposed my relationship to the world and people's opinions because you didn't want to hide. All I've done is love you. How could you even say that?" There might've been tears in your eyes, yet you were determined to keep them at bay. You needed to have this out, one way or another, to be clear and cohesive and logical. No time to cry.

"Y/n I know that, I…" He sighed, instinctively reaching for your hand, but you were quicker to pull it away. There was hurt in his eyes, but so there should be. "It just sometimes feels like that's it for you. That yeh you love me but you just want to standstill. That this is as much as it'll ever be."

Your emotions were suddenly uncontainable. Your voice croaked as you whispered, "Have I done something wrong?"

"No love, nonono if that's how you feel then that's okay. But it's something I'm not… shit this is hard." He took a pause to take a sip of his drink, your glazed eyes never leaving his. "I don't think I can stand still anymore. And yeh I was pissy and childish the other day because my dad got under my skin about the whole moving in thing… But these past few days, it just has got me thinking. Because I love you, so much."

This time when he reached out to grab your hand, you actually leaned into it yourself. Not because you were giving in, but because this hurt. This hurt so fucking much that you needed something to ground you, or else god knows. Because the way he was speaking, it sounded so finite.

"I love you too."

"I do know, which is…is why this is so hard." At the very least, Tom had conceded that.

The conversation ceased to silence yet again. The room felt so cold; even Tom/Harry's hoodie was doing nothing to keep you from the endless empty cold that seemed to be coming from within.

"When I re-registered my health card last month, and I made you my emergency contact on it. I-I made you my next of kin on everything actually. I didn't think about it twice. And-and this-"You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, immediately pulling up the app onto the open page. "This is my Pinterest board for our baby's nursery theme. I know-" You paused, to quickly wipe your cheeks clear of the tear tracks that may or may not have been there. "I know it's probably a long way away, but I just love the Scandinavian theme." You laughed at yourself, suddenly embarrassed at your blabbering and quickly pulled up a different app. "And this… this was from the other week when I was helping Y/bf/n start her vows." Hands trembling as you turned the phone around for Tom to see again. "She was finding it really tricky so she said, what would you say to Tom on your wedding, so-so I made this list." You only dared to look at him when you were sure he'd be reading through that note.

It was bizarre because he looked… well, he looked happy. Here you were feeling traumatised, showing things that you'd barely even deeped how committed they were - and he was pleased? Feeling the fire burn once again inside of your chest, you quickly swiped the phone away and back into your pocket. Only then did he look up, eyes widening - presumably at quite how psychotic you looked.

"So don't you dare say that I don't want a future with you."

You said it with such force, there was a pause. Tom letting those words sink deep into his brain. The way his expression flickered minutely gave you hope. You thought he got it. You thought he really understood now.

"But why don't you want to move in then?"

There it was again. He knew why. But he didn't get it. And, probably, he never would.

You were about to crash completely. So you ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even aware of your chair crashing to the floor in your wake. You ran out of that house and away from him. Away from who you had thought was the love of your life.

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[dadbodosamu]

only you || part v

Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating

5.6k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.

“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.

You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.

“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”

You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.

“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.

“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.

“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.

“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.

“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.

You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”

You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.

“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.

“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.

“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.

You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.

“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”

“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”

You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.

“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.

“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”

“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.

“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.

“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.

You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.

“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.

Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.

“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.

“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”

“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”

You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”

“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.

You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.

You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.

“When you are,” you said.

The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.

“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”

“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”

“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.

“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.

“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”

You winced.

“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”

You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”

Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.

“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”

“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.

“What are your parents like?” You asked.

“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”

“Ran him off?” You asked.

“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”

You hummed. “Good for you, then.”

“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”

“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”

Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.

“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.

“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.

“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”

“I owe you one,” Osamu said.

“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.

“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.

“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”

“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.

“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.

“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”

“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.

“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”

“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.

“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.

“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”

“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”

“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”

“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.

“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”

You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.

“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.

Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.

“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”

“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”

He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.

“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.

“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”

“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.

“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”

Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.

“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.

“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.

“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.

“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.

You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.

“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”

“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”

“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”

Osamu pouted but let you go.

“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”

Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.

Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.

“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.

“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.

You swatted him away, glaring at him.

“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.

“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.

“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”

You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”

“More than enough.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.

“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.

“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.

“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.

“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.

“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.

“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.

You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.

“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.

“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.

“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.

“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.

“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.

You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.

The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.

“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.

“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, sure,” you said.

“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.

“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.

“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.

“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”

“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”

“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.

“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.

“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.

“And I love you,” you said.

“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.

“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”

“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”

“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.

“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.

“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.

“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”

“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.

“Atsumu obviously already knew,” Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.

“It’s a twin thing,” he said.

“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.

“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.

“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.

“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.

“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.

“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”

“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).

“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”

You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”

Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.

“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”

Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”

You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.

“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.

“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.

“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”

Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.

Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.

“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.

“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.

“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.

“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.

“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”

Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.

“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.

“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.

“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.

“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”

You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”

Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”

“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.

“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.

“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”

“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”

Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.

“I want this forever,” you mumbled.

“My cock?”

“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”

“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”

“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.

“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.

“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.

“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.

“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.

“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.

“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”

“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.

“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”

“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”

“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.

“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”

Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.

You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.

“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”

“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”

You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”

“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.

“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.

“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.

“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”

“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.

“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.

“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.

“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.

“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.

“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.

“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.

“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.

“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.

You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”

“Join me?” He asked.

“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”

“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.

“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.

“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.

“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.

“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.

“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”

“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”

You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.

“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.

“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.

He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.

“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”

“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“One or two?” Osamu asked.

“Two,” you said.

Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.

“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”

You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.

“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.

He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”

“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.

“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.

“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.

“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.

You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.

“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.

“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”

You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.

“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.

“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.

“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.

“I love you, too, baby.”

[yandere-dark-cupid]

If you’re requests are open can I get a Yandere Zuko x fem reader where after the war he looks for his darling by making his guards track her down but without anyone knowing bc he doesn’t want ppl to think that he’s back into his old ways again and keeps her in the palace

Ok Angel 💜👌💜. If you want, I could continue this as a mini part to part scenario series if I have the time T.Angel. There is just so many ideas worming around this concept and just think of the crazy things the darling and Zuko is going to go through, while also keeping both of their identities on the veeery low-key. Just let me know Angel 😊☕💜.

Also everyone is going to be aged up to 18+ Btw.

Side note: For the sake of this scenario, the darling will be from the Southern Water tribe. If this Angel decides to let me continue this as a mini scenario series, then the both of us are going to talk about if the darling can be a Waterbender or not.

Warning ⚠!!!: Their is going to be some slight Nsfw in this.

Yandere Zuko: A Dragon's treasure

Five weeks. It has been five weeks since you've went missing. Once the war has ended, Zuko was planning to propose to you. But every since his coronation of being crowned the new FireLord, you just up and vanished. It was like you were never there in the first place. And Zuko has been scattering everywhere in the palace and Fire nation to find you or some type of clue. But nothing. There was nothing there. You really covered your tracks, didn't you?

Right now Zuko was in his thrown room. He was fuming- No steaming with rage. If anyone were to walk in to the room, they'll notice it was boiling in there. He tried to look everywhere in the palace. Even outside the palace. But to no avail. Zuko couldn't find you. You've made it clear that you don't want to be with him or any where near him with this type of stunt you've pulled.

Zuko took a seat on his thrown. His hands was on his head, just about ready to pull his hair out and shout in frustration. But then a knock on the door stop him. " *Frustrated sigh* State your name and your business." Zuko said with spite and a hint of venom in his voice. The person behind the door flinched at his tone of voice. "It's me Sir. The guard you put in charge of the search party for Ms.Y/N". Zuko perked up at the mention of his missing lover's name. " Come in. " said Zuko. With out a second thought, the guard entered the room. She bowed down in respect for her FireLord.

" FireLord Zuko I have an update about Ms.Y/N's whereabouts. " Said the guard. She almost stuttered. The guard noticed how extremely hot it was in the thrown room. It was a clear sign that FireLord Zuko was pissed out of his mind. " Well, " Zuko said in annoyance and anger. Zuko was beyond angry at this point. He was a whole entire cluster fuck of emotions right now. " M-me and m-my crew found some people who could be connected to Ms.Y/N's disappearance , your majesty. " Stuttered the guard in slight fear. Zuko quirked up an eyebrow at what the guard said.

Ah. So the guard managed to find the ones responsible for his darling's vanishment, or at least had some part in it. " Bring them in. " Zuko said. The guard only merely nodded, not wanting to meet the FireLord's intimidating gaze. The guard got off their knees and went to call the other guards, to bring out the people that played some part of the darling going missing. The other guards quickly brought out four other people. Those people was tied up, bounded, and blind folded. The people was visibly quivering in fear. They were very confused and scared on what they did to upset the FireLord.

The four guards forcefully pushed the four people down to the floor. Each guard took off each person's blind fold. In front of the four people, there sat the FireLord in all his glory. FireLord Zuko glared down at the 4 people in a burning gaze. So these disgusting pathetic excuses of human was responsible for his darling going missing. Zuko scoffed at the thought. After a painful intimidating stare down, Zuko finally spoke. " So your the ones held responsible for Y/N's disappearance. " Zuko spat out to them with his voice dipped in poison.

" I-if y-you're talking about a someone that has (h/c), (e/c), and (s/c) then t-they came to m-my store to buy clothes." The woman stuttered in fear. Zuko stayed quite and only listened. " If you're talking about the same person; they came to my food stand and brought some food. " the old man said quickly in fear of what the FireLord would do to him if he took so long to explain himself. Zuko only merely quirks his eyebrow. " Y-yeah, that same person came to my Shop and bought some bags and extra equipment as his they were going on a trip. " The man said while sweating nervously. " The same person came to shack a-and brought some w-weapons. " Said the short lady in fear. Zuko only hmmed at what they said.

" So you're telling me the lady you just described went to all of your stores and shops to buy something. " Zuko said still glaring down the four people. " Y-yes. " the woman squeaked in fear. The old man only nodded quickly. " Mhm. " both the man and woman said. Zuko got up from his thrown and began to walk down to his stand. " What should we do with them you highness? " Said one of the guards. " Bring them to the dungeon. I will decide what to do with them later. " Said Zuko. " I-I don't understand what did we do wrong. " Stuttered the woman in fear and nervousness. Zuko quickly turned to the woman, the woman quickly shuts her mouth. Zuko then begins to slowly walk towards her.

Zuko shot one of his hands out and grasps the woman's face in a painful grip. The woman squeaks in surprise and fear. Zuko just merely just glares down at her. His eyes is filled with a flaming rage. " You all are held responsible for the disappearance of Y/N, " Zuko spat out in anger. Zuko releases his hand from woman's face. Zuko steps away from the woman and is now in front of the four bounded people. " Since you all play a part in my- err Y/N's disappearance, you all will be punished accordingly. " The four people only shook even more at FireLord Zuko's statement. " All of you take them away were they'll never see the light of day again. " Zuko said with venom dripping from his voice.

The four guards only bowed and said a quick " yes sir ". With that they took the four people away. Now Zuko was once again left in his thrown room...... alone.

Zuko let out a sigh of frustration out. He walked towards a window that was in the room. He stared down at his people, he was thinking about something. Based on what the four people said, Zuko can conclude that his darling is no longer in the Fire nation. Zuko dug into his pocket and took out something. It was a necklace. A betrothed necklace to be more specific. You see his darling was not from the fire nation, no no no. You were from a Water tribe, the Southern Water tribe to put it. While Zuko was on his trip to help Aang defeat his father and help him master firebending, Zuko found out from Katara on what her necklace means. He found out that from the Water tribe in order to marry someone, you have to make a betrothed necklace and give it to that special someone. When Zuko found out about this type of information, he instantly got rapped up about it. Ever since he's joined team Avatar he was thinking about what life would be like when he becomes FireLord, then his thoughts were drawn into marriage. He can't help but think, his darling would make the perfect FireLady. His FireLady.

And they'll have children. They'll be lovely children. With his darling swelled up with another one of his heirs all while holding another one of their children. It'll truly be a.. delicious sight to see ~ Zuko hmmed in delight at the thought of his darling bearing his children. But... that's if he witness such a darling sight. Zuko groaned at his mood being dampened and soured. But he knows it's true. Zuko knows if he doesn't act fast, he'll lose his darling. And that lovely little scene that played in his mind, will be nothing but a mere fantasy. Besides, he doesn't want to get himself accidentally sexual frustrated.....

With that aside, Zuko begins to start planning and strategizing. Zuko walks away from the window. He calls a servant, he orders them to get one of his best generals. The servant was slightly hesitant and confused, but never the less terrified. Wasn't the war over? They pushed their question aside, because they know now wouldn't be the best time to question the FireLord. He hasn't been acting himself lately and has been been flaring up at anything these past few weeks. With out much of a second thought, they did as they were told and went to see if someone could get one of the generals FireLord Zuko was talking about.

Zuko on the other hand, went back to sit on his thrown. He knew it will take time for the general to get here, so he decided to sit and be patient for him to get here. All while doing this, Zuko began to plan out in his mind on how he was going to get his darling. He was thinking about getting some of the Fire nation's best spies to help track down his darling. Sending out a whole search team and alerting the public while cause some type of panic. Not only that but he's trying to show that He and the Fire nation has turned over a new leaf, that and he doesn't want people and the other members of team Avatar know he's basically going back to his old ways. Since everybody knows the history on how he went to the ends of the earth to find and Capture the Avatar, and he's basically doing the same for his darling. It'll put a bad name on him and an even worse name on the Fire nation. So he'll lay as low as possible and keep shush shush about it, so he doesn't rise suspicion and ruin all the hard work he's been putting in the past time he's became FireLord.

With all those thoughts in mind, Zuko decides to call the same servant from before. So he can see if his message has been delivered. The Servant said they already sent a messaging hawk out to see if they can reach the general. Zuko only hmmed and dismissed them, and told them to report back to him once the massage has been delivered. With that the servant left, leaving Zuko in his thrown room. Zuko dug into his pocket again. He took out the Betrothed necklace out. He gently creased and rubbed the engraving and creases. He took so many hours and very much effort into making this for his darling. Looking at it always made him feel calmer, it made him happy knowing that his darling will be wearing it soon. But then his darling ran away from him before he can give it to them. Zuko pushed down on the purple garnet at the thought of his darling running away from him ( the rest of the necklace's gems are made up of smaller bits of Rudy and sapphire ). Zuko let out another sigh of frustration. He began to think. Once is darling is back with him he's never letting them go...........

My God, this was a boom ass idea. Not only that, but an idea of Zuko having a bit of a breeding kink has been floating around in my mind for some time now. I had a lot of fun with this. Like I said before T.Angel, If you want me to make a mini scenarios series about this let me know 😆! Well I hope you enjoy it. Until next time my Little Tainted Angels, see you soon ~💜❤💜