#hey! men can have breasts too! so shut up!

[sadistic-kiss]

Use Me (Kinktober Fic)

Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Eight.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

Nanami's gaze hardened, "Oh, it's you."

"No, it's me."

"N-no I mean it's you! Not Yu-"

"Pfft hahah!" You began to laugh making the blonde madly blush.

"Stop laughing!" He huffed in embarrassment.

"Oh relax Nanami~" You moved much too quickly for him to catch you. Before he even blinked you were standing behind him shutting the door. "I don't bite."

Nanami jolted around in surprise, to him you disappeared and reappeared behind him closing him in. He took a swift step away from you. “Who has been feeding you?” He questioned nervously but you ignored it.

"Unless you want me to~" You walk forward as he backs up.

"Stay back." He hissed as he bumped into the desk.

"Oh...I forgot. Biting was more Sukuna's thing... what does my nana bear like..." You grinned as you manipulated the environment. Haibara's room changed into a classroom. You were no longer wearing your original outfit but now you wore a cutesy school uniform with a white blouse and short plaid skirt. Glasses upon your face and a handful of notebooks to add to the aesthetic. "This... this is what you like."

"Ngh-" Nanami released a shaky breath as you crowd him against the desk.

"S-senpai, can you help me with this problem please?" You questioned innocently, squishing your breasts with your books. A hint of cleavage peaking out just enough to drag his gaze.

However, the blonde was stubborn. He quickly looked away, “That’s enough you’ve had plenty to eat.”

Your lips form a pout, but then you notice the bulge in the male’s costume. A little grin touched your lips but you quickly put on your cute girl act. “Senpai…what’s this?” You poke at him with a light touch.

He gulped harshly, hips lifting on their own accord. “N-Nothing-“

“Is this a pencil?” You cupped him as he let out a groan. “Or a biiig eraser?”

“St-mmm” He was about to say stop but as you rubbed him up and down not even he could utter such a word because he didn’t want you to stop.

“What’s wrong senpai?” You grip him tight, the teasing making him heat up from face to feet.

Nanami clenched his teeth, snatching your hand away as he held it in the air. “You are a dirty pet.” He glared at you in anger but then he turned you around and slammed you against the desk, your things flying everywhere as they scattered on the ground.

“Oh! Senpai!” You gasp feeling him press his hard cock to your panties. Your hips moved trying to get more friction but then he pulled back.

“Listen here. I feed you and you will leave Haibara alone.”

“You have to cum in me. You could feed me with a kiss and just leave me unsatisfied.”

Nanami snatched your cotton barrier aside.

“Then you will leave him alone.”

“For the rest of the night.”

Nanami let out a low growl but then nodded, “Deal.”

“De-ah~!” You let out a cry as the blonde thrust inside your ass with one powerful thrust. You don’t even think he realized what hole he went into. You think he was just fucking you just to fuck you. Like it was a chore.

Nanami used to be gentle and kind- he used to take his time with you but not anymore. He fucked you like he hated you. Grip around your hips bruising, ass slapping against him at a harsh pace. You didn’t know such a gentleman could be so ruthless. You could barely keep your glasses on.

You didn’t mind, it all felt amazing to you.

You let out a drawled outcry, “Senpai~ Th-that hurts~! Please slow down~” You cried playing the part of an innocent schoolgirl. “B-be gentle! I’m sorry~”

Nanami knew you weren't in pain, you were just toying with him. He hated how you were able to get under his skin. He just wanted to get this over with so you could leave Haibara alone. He grabbed your hair and pulled you back at an arch, drilling himself into you with a brutal pace.

You whined but your eyes rolled.

“Hey!”

You and Nanami paused as Haibara popped up from under the desk.

“Y-Yu?” Nanami questioned in surprise as the boy looked at him annoyed.

“Be more gentle!” Yu hissed at him and then looked at you with soft eyes. “You okay?” He questioned cupping your cheek and wiping some of your fake tears away.

Nanami growled, “She’s not in pain! The others have done more diabolical things to this here pet and she still drools so lewdly.”

“Y-yu~” a sniffle racked your body as you nuzzled into his hand.

“It’s okay baby I got you.” Haibara leaned down to kiss you, the two of you sharing a more than passionate moment while Nanami was left flabbergasted.

“Yu…Nanami made me make a deal so I would have to leave you alone if he cums in me…”

“What!?” Yu looked surprised. “Nanami what the hell-“

Nanami returned to his earlier attempts to cum so you would keep your end of the bargain. “Yu Don’t let her manipulate you!”

“Kento! I don’t need you to protect me!” He angled your leg up as he pulled his costume down. “Scoot over!”

The blonde blocked your pussy with his hand before his cock could enter you, but then he felt your tail wrap around his wrist and pull it back.

“Dammit-“ Nanami hissed for two reasons. First, because he couldn’t stop Yu, and second because you became incredibly tight as his friend began to push into your cunt.

“Oh-“ “Ah~” All three of you moaned as Yu bullied his way inside you.

“Damn- You- I can’t get over how amazing you feel…” Yu sighed while kissing you deeply.

Nanami wasn’t going to let you drain him, all he had to do was cum. The blonde moved in and out of you, the tightness of your ass making it easier to reach his high.

Haibara noticed what he was doing, “Aye! Stop Nana-“ He was about to commend the blonde but then you put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t worry about him, focus on me…” You whispered sweetly, clouding his vision of Nanami so all he saw was you. Haiabra liked it when he had you to himself. So you gave that to him. Made him see just you and him in his room as he slowly rocked into you and kissed you sweetly.

Nanami however saw both of you, and he hated it. Hated how Haibara looked at you like a love-sick puppy. He was too deep in your clutches. He had to save him. The blonde felt the snap within him as he orgasmed- but for some reason, he didn’t cum. It felt like something wrapped around his dick and choked it closed. His peaked right there but he couldn’t burst. He let out a loud shout as he trembled in painful pleasure.

You looked over your shoulder with a wicked grin, Yu kissing your neck.

‘What’s wrong Nanami?’ Your voice echoed in his mind.

“Ngh- you…. you dirty pet…ah- …” He was frozen in his orgasm denial unable to do anything but moan and groan. He didn’t even want to move, his cock so sensitive and ready to burst but he couldn’t. Every movement from Yu had you tightening around him making his situation worse. “St-stop Yu-“ He gasped reaching for the other sorcerer but chains wrapped around him keeping him in place.

He was stuck, watching as Haibara made love to you. Your tongues tangling and your bodies rolling against each other.

Nanami let out a little whimper, feeling his mind turn to mush. “Pl-please…please let me…pet…” He cried, resting his sweaty forehead upon you.

You decided to show him a little mercy. Running your fingers into Yu’s hair you panted and moaned with him, “Cum inside me Yu~ Please~”

“Cum with me…cum with me…” He panted rocking into you quicker.

You both gasped, coming undone with one another. Yet you still didn’t allow Nanami to cum just yet. You knew when you did you wouldn’t be able to touch Yu anymore and that seriously hurt. However, you knew after this he wouldn’t be able to touch you anyway.

Yu almost fell over but he caught himself against his desk. His eyes were barely open as he went back in to kiss you some more, but you had to push him away, seeing as he could hardly stand.

“One…one more kiss…please…”

You smiled sadly as you shook your head, “I-I can’t I'm so sorry Yu…”

The boy looked pained as he sagged to the floor, “I understand…it’s okay…give me a moment…”

You heard a low groan behind you, you had almost forgotten about your blonde. You release his cock as he finally lets out a long groan of pleasure, cumming inside you. He came so much his eyes rolled and then he too was slipping out of you, falling backward onto the floor.

You knew he would be fine but you got down to look at Haibara. He was looking a bit pale.

“Yu…?” You questioned. “Yu are you okay?”

“Mm…” He mumbled softly, eyes closing. “Love…you…”

Your eyes widen. He just said he loved you…”I-I love you too Yu.”

He fought to open his eyes, a smile on his lips as he reached for you but you quickly moved back. He seemed to pout, “I…I can’t even touch you…”

“No…” You hated seeing how sad that made him.

“J-just give me a moment….” He whispered.

You knew that was a very bad idea. So instead you command him. ‘Go to sleep.’

His body drooped as he slid to the floor, instantly falling asleep. You reached for him wanting to put him on the bed but then you stopped. Getting up you made your way out of the room, leaning over Nanami who was on the floor. “Hey put him in bed when you get up okay?”

The blonde said nothing, he too was zoned out but not as bad as Yu.

“Cool.” You pop your lips knowing he was mad at you for tricking him but he will be alright. You began to walk out when Nanami decided to speak.

“You’re going to kill him…”

You frowned deeply, “No I won’t…”

“I don’t think you will do it on purpose… but if you actually love him you would leave him alone.”

“I do love him.”

Nanami snorted, “Do you even have that emotion… succubus?”

You felt something painful in your chest. It hurt. You didn’t like what Nanami was saying. You may not know what love is but you feel that Yu would be the closest thing to it that you’d ever have.

“You love him like a human would love a pet pig...”

“Shut up!” You growl stomping out of the room in anger. Whipping your hand back you shut the door loudly with a gust of wind. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to you like that? You were so angry by his words, but most importantly you were angry with that aching hurt in your heart. It didn’t feel very good. You wouldn’t kill Yu, you were very careful! The sudden idea of Haibara dying at your hands made you hurt. This type of pain was nothing that you had felt before. It almost felt akin to when you were denied food, but possibly a lot lot worse. Like you were starving. But you ate quite a bit so why were you hurting?

~

“I-I can’t believe I lost again!”

“That’s because you are trash.”

“WHO YOU CALLIN TRASH!?”

Choso chuckled as he beat his friend in another round of Street Fighter.

“Let’s go again!”

“Yo pass the controller it’s my turn!”

“No, it’s my turn!”

“Give me another go! Best two out of three!”

The champion sat back with his foot on the coffee table, lighting up his bowl as his friends fought over who would be defeated next.

*Ding*

The sound of your bell caught his attention as he looked up to find you crawling into the game room. The hazy blue light made your expression look strange. For a second you looked sad. Your head was down so he could barely see it as you crawled inside.

“Oh…” Everyone else got quiet watching you get to Choso and then lean your head on his knee.

“Is that the pet we’ve been hearing so much about?”

Choso waved them off, “You should be worried about whose ass I’m gonna kick next.”

That reignited the fire as they all began to yell at each other again.

Choso looked down and scratched your head a bit but you didn’t look up at him. Was this your tactic to make him feel bad about feeding you?

“Hey?” He tapped your cheek as you rolled your head to look up at him, your eyes looked a bit distant.

“You okay?” He questioned.

You gave him a little nod before rolling back.

That was weird.

What’s wrong with his little pet?

Has no one fed you?

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Nine.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

(Coming Soon)

[bangtangalicious]

gimme more (m) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f-reader

genre: smut pwp drabble innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, loss-of-innocence!au

wc: 1.2k (short!)

summary: you grind on jungkook till he cums in his pants

warnings: 18+ (be gone children!) pw(o)p explicit smut. NEEDY koo but what did you expect, whining, outercourse, grinding or rather riding jungkook for all he's worth, cumming in pants, licking, begging, stuttering, multiple orgasms bc jk is a horny boi, just wild messy filth, light manhandling, one smacc on dat ass, inexperienced!koo & reader, fondling, breast play, did i mention needy koo? unedited

part of the touch me wherever universe. *can be standalone*

Jungkook loved going shopping with you. Especially the part where you'd try on anything he picked out and twirl around for him. Like a little plaything. He'd test your limits at first. A cute crop top. A black bikini. A short sundress.

Could you blame him? The way your plump little ass looked in the flimsy fabric had him crossing his legs in an attempt to hide the raging hard on in his sweats.

Today the roles were reversed though. Jungkook needed new pants.

Why? Because he kept ruining them. Because of you. Too embarrassed to let his parents wash them in the laundry, afraid he would have to explain how easily you could make him cum without even trying.

As you dragged him into the Calvin Klein store, he was immediately uncomfortable. So many pictures of naked men. Were you looking? Did you like it? Of course not, you only like Jungkook, you told him yourself.

You wouldn't lie to him, right?

"I like these" You handed him a pair of dark jeans, a blue so deep it reminded him of the ocean. "Go try them on"

He did, jumping into the thick fabric. The pants were snug. When he walked out of the fitting room, he almost choked seeing that you were trying on some underwear.

"Oh hey" You were unphased. Then again, why should you mind? Jungkook had seen your body. Kissed and licked every inch of it. You had nothing to hide from him.

But he had something to hide from you. You wouldn't be able to tell, not in these jeans. But Jungkook needed you now.

He scolded himself internally. Can't you keep it together one fucking time! He worried you'd find him pathetic. Once you learned better.

Seokjin had offered to teach the two of you how to have sex properly. Jungkook knew you were curious, but frankly he liked things they way they were. You knowing only the taste of him. His lips. His cock.

Self-control? Jungkook never needed it. Why should he? You'd never deny him. What would he do if you did, what would he do if you said no? If you tried to pull away as he picked you up into his lap, kicking the dressing room door shut? If you didn't let him seat your cushy little cunt right over his zipper, gripping your thighs so tight?

He'd probably cry. And he knew you'd never deny him then.

Could you tell he was hard? He watched your face intently, while you continued to play with the straps of the bra you were clearly not finding comfortable.

Jungkook could help with that. It would be his pleasure.

He snapped the damn thing off.

You sighed with relief, his hands tracing the imprint of the tight underwire before cupping over your mounds. You were so fucking pretty, and you didn't even know it. But he liked that you didn't know. If you did, you might leave him. He wouldn't know how to survive without you. Without being able to touch you just like this.

"Do you like them?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you.

"The jeans?" Ohh.

His hands slid to your bare back, pulling you closer till your chest was pressed against his. He wanted to feel you, but he couldn't not through those damn jeans. The desperation had him boiling inside. Feverish, as you mindlessly rolled your hips.

He gritted his teeth, aware of the warmth between your thighs and wishing he could feel the slippery wetness that was no doubt there. Instead he grabbed handfulls of your ass, pushing you up, letting you bounce on his groin. Once, then a little harder. Harder.

"Fuckk" Jungkook screamed in frustration. Nails digging into the cotton panties. He pushed his hips up, desperately trying to get friction for his cock. "Why can't I feel you--I wanna feel you, Y/n"

His cock strained painfully, trapped within the confines of his jeans. So badly he wished it would tear open, so that you could bounce right on his cock. You were so fucking warm, and tight, he knew how you felt. How could he go on now that he knew--he needed you all the time!

"It hurts" He whined, "It hurts so bad" You caressed his shoulders, getting him to calm down. Jungkook exhaled shakily, eyes red with fury.

"Let me try" You shifted your weight, clenching your thighs around his torso. You rolled your hips, deep and intentional, doing your best to spread open so that the tiny bulge in his pants could sneak right in.

"Mmpfh" His face was buried into your neck, hair brushing against your breast. "More, m-more please, need to feel more"

You did as he said. He loved you for that. Loved how eager you were to meet his every need. He would do the same for you, of course. The thought reminding him to reward your effort by popping your breast into his mouth. Lightly biting on the flesh.

"Koo" You blushed, grinding down even harder. Finally Jungkook was able to get some friction. A bare semblance of satisfaction. It only left him craving more.

"Y-yeah, harder please I can feel it" He buried his face into your chest as you rode him. Ass thrusting against his rigid jeans. The tent growing as he bucked his hips.

You began to slow down.

"NO" Instinctively, Jungkook slapped your ass.

You froze.

"Uh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that--d-don't stop PLEASE! fuck don't stop now just keep going like that just a little bit. Please, for me, it's so good, it's so fucking good, don't stop"

He kissed your lips, urging you on. "Feels so good, just wanna fit right into you like this" He thrust up, brushing against your clit. You groaned in response.

"You like it too, don't even lie to me Y/n. You like sitting on me like this" He peppered kisses across your jaw, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you moving against him.

"Just a bit more. Can you o-open wide please? Yeah, yeah," Jungkook sighed as you flattened your pussy right onto his bulge. You moved back and forth, rubbing up against him desperately.

"G-gunna, oh god Y/n, I'm--" Jungkook hissed loudly. Painfully, he came, pressure snapping within him. His cock twitched, still desperate to release. Still hard as a rock.

You looked at him curiously, wondering if he was done.

As if.

"Get off" He pushed you suddenly. You yelped, his movements quick as he stood up, grabbing you by the waist, turning you around and pinning you against the wall.

"Koo--wait"

Jungkook let out a low growl. He was far too frustrated to explain himself. He unhooked his jeans, dragging them out until his cock sprung through his boxers.

Immediately he pressed the tip against your ass, rutting shamelessly as though you were a pillow. His teeth scraping the top of your head, hands gripping your breasts--pinching your nipples, still covered in his saliva.

His cock slid against the fabric. He knew you were wet. Could feel it leaking through. He fucked against you, rabid. Sweat budding at his forehead.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes" Without thinking he reached down to drag the fabric between your legs aside, coating himself with you. You winced but he could care less. He couldn't think straight. Everything was white with pleasure and red with need.

You were close. You skin so sweet as he kissed all over your neck. The pretty arch of your back as he slid his cock through your folds. Unrelenting.

"M'gonna cum" Jungkook mumbled, blinking back tears. His hips speeding up furiously, ignoring the bruising on your ass. He pressed your face against the wall, swallowing your lips as he spilled down your thighs.

You let out a long sigh. Glad for a moment of stillness.

"So are you gonna buy those jeans?"

Jungkook giggled, kissing you fondly.

"Only if you promise to sit on my lap whenever I do"

want more needy!koo smut? read the original or:

scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia | when your tits ache and he helps

drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you | soaked n’ slippery

a/n: this is for my tmw babies, because i keep you waiting for so long. hope you enjoy. thank you for reading <3 please let me know what you think!

[archangeldyke-all]

reader who packs sev lunch x sev who only remembers to eat that lunch for the little love notes stashed in there plssss!!

WAHHHHH crying crying crying crying crying

men and minors dni

you've been packing her lunches since you moved in with her.

each day, you pack up the little reusable bag with leftovers or a quick cold cut sandwich, some snacks, and a note for your love. and each night, she comes home with an empty lunchbox and the tupperware licked clean.

what you don't know is that sevika only ever opens and eats her lunches because of the little notes you leave.

the first time you'd packed her a lunch-- just a simple sandwich and bag of chips in a paper bag-- she'd been too flustered by the gesture to tell you that she doesn't eat at work. she doesn't have time, she doesn't have space, she's usually not even that hungry after a days worth of dealing with idiots and cleaning blood.

so, when she gets to work, she tosses the paper sack to ran when she hears them lament about how hungry they are. "here, now shut your trap." she'd grunted, trying to ignore the bright smile her friend was shooting her.

"thanks, sev!"

she'd thought that would be the end of it. but, twenty minutes later, ran and lock found her in the alley, both of them giggling like children as they cornered her.

"hey, sevi-bear!" ran calls.

sevika freezes, her shoulders shooting up to her ears. that's your nickname for her-- reserved only for when you're trying to get her to blush and stammer.

lock laughs at her reaction, spraying chip crumbs everywhere-- her chips, sevika realizes-- and then he holds out a scrap of paper for her to examine.

your handwriting adorns it, enough for sevika to know that you wrote something devastatingly sweet and sappy. "you forgot this in your lunch, sev." he giggles.

she reaches out and snatches the paper with so much force lock stumbles forward. ran's cackling as sevika cooly walks away. (she doesn't sprint. and she's not blushing. no matter what ran says.)

she reads the note you left her in the stall of the bathroom, trying and failing to bite back her big, sappy smile at your words.

have a good day, sevi-bear. if you pass a market, bring home a dozen eggs? i'll miss you today, work's going to be so boring, all i'll be thinking about is you. eat all your lunch, i made it with love. <3

sevika's hit with immense guilt the second she reads your words. and also, a bit of jealousy that ran and lock got to eat your love sandwich, and she didn't.

from that day on, sevika ate all her lunches. she can definitely taste the love, even on days where you're too tired to pack more than a collection of pre-packaged snacks.

but what she treasures most are the tiny scraps of paper. she collects them religiously, keeps them in her breast pocket each day until she can get home and stash her daily note in a little shoebox buried under her side of the bed.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

savior

words: 1.1k

warnings: sexual assault (by strangers), attempted r/pe, mentions of a gun

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you walk nervously down the street, clutching your bag tightly to your body. it wasn’t your intention to be out after dark, in fact, you were trying very hard to avoid it, but your study session ran long and the sun had set behind the buildings. 

you think about calling rafe, you know hearing your boyfriends voice would help calm you down, but you don’t want to bother him too much, especially considering you’ve only been away from him for a couple hours. you decide against it, knowing you need to fully concentrate on the street around you as you head back to your car, cursing the fact that the busy streets that forced you to park so far away from the library are now completely devoid of people. 

you press yourself closer to the brick wall of a building when you see a group of three men on the opposite side of the street, hoping you can be quick and silent enough to slip by without their notice.

“hey, pretty lady!” one of the men shouts out, voice slurred and clearly very inebriated. you hope for a foolish moment that the one shouting was the only drunk one, and that his friends would control him, but when they move across the street towards you, you know you’re in trouble.

“please, just leave me alone.” you whimper, pressing your back flat against the wall.

“you?” the man questions. “you’re far too sexy to be left alone.” one of the man grins, stepping right up into your personal space.

“here, i have money.” you begin to search through your bag for your wallet, cursing the big textbooks making it hard to find anything.

“we don’t want your money, cutie.” the only man who hasn’t spoken yet pipes up. 

“please.” your bottom lip quivers. “please, i just want to go home.” you try to hold back the thick tears that are threatening to spill.

“i don’t think so.” the man grabs your breast suddenly, making you scream, hoping someone, anyone is around to help you. you squirm as they tug at your shirt, trying to move away but the other two men grab your arm.

“get off me! get off me!” you shout, squeezing your eyes shut as the main attacker rips your shirt open, exposing your bra.

“shut the fuck up!” one of the men yells in your face. you cringe when you feel his spittle against your cheek.

tire squeals make your eyes pop open, looking down the street as a car races in your direction. the men notice too, looking away from you as the truck speeds up, squealing to a stop right in front of the sidewalk.

“get the fuck away from her!” a familiar voice yells, and you let out a sigh of relief at your savior. 

“fuck, he’s got a gun! run!” the mans hands let go of you, and you drop to the ground, crumpling against the brick wall. you whimper softly as you hear their footsteps pound down the pavement.

“baby, fuck, are you alright?” you feel rafes hands on your shoulders, trying to angle you to look up at him. you launch yourself forward, sobbing into his chest. rafe wraps his arms tightly around you, sitting down and letting you crawl into his lap, rocking you gently as you let out all your tears.

“baby…” rafe says softly once you’ve calmed down a little. you look up at him, face wet with tears. he presses your lips together, thankful to have you safe.

“how-” you sniffle. “how did you find me?” you ask. rafe chuckles lightly, pulling his phone out, showing you the find my iphone he has pulled up. “i got nervous when it got dark, so i came to get you.” rafe explains, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“thank you.” you say, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head against his body.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t here sooner honey.” he rubs your back. “they never should have touched you.” “it’s okay, you saved me.” you say. rafe frowns, looking at your tugged open shirt. “you saved me from the worst of it.” you say.

“let me get you home.” rafe says, standing up with you still in his arms. he takes you right to his truck, setting you in the passenger seat. he frowns at your exposed body, tugging his sweatshirt off for you to put on. 

he makes sure you buckle up before closing the door, running to grab your bag before heading around to the drivers side. 

“my car…” you mumble as rafe takes off.

“we can get it in the morning. besides, you won’t be needing it, i’ll drive you wherever you need from now on.” rafe’s hands are tight on the steering wheel, “you never should have been out by your own anyways.”

you frown, knowing rafe is blaming himself right now. “hey,” you say softly, reaching across and placing your hand on his bicep. “it’s not your fault.”

“i should have been a better boyfriend.” rafe grunts, shrugging your hand off.

“stop, rafey.” you say. “it’s making me feel worse that you’re blaming yourself.” you tell him honestly. rafe pulls to a stop at a stop sign, taking the deserted roads as an opportunity to lean across the center console, kissing you gently. “i’m sorry princess, i just want to keep you safe.” “i know baby.” you grin, giving him a peck on the lips. “that’s why you got to me when you did.”

rafe nods, giving you another kiss before turning his attention back to the road. you don’t mean to, but you’re asleep by the time you get home. rafe smiles gently at you, closing his door as quietly as he can before walking around to your side, unbuckling you and picking you up.

you wake while he’s carrying you inside to your bedroom, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to make it easier for him to carry you. 

“let me get you changed into pajamas.” rafe says, setting you down on your shared bed. 

you nod, letting him take his own sweatshirt off your. he frowns again when seeing your ripped shirt. “i’ll buy you 100 new ones.” rafe says. you just nod, knowing it would make him feel better.

he takes the ripped shirt gently off your shoulders, before removing your bra. he rushes quickly to your pajama drawer as you let out a yawn. he redresses you in your pajama shirt, but you stand up and change your own bottoms while he changes himself. 

“come on baby.” rafe says, sliding under the covers. you lay down against him, letting him press his chest into your back. rafe places a hand against your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to feel your skin.

you feel rafe shake gently behind you, pressing his lips against your neck. “it’s okay.” you tell him, putting your hand over his. “i’m here, rafe.” he squeezes you impossibly closer to his body. “i’m safe.”

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Taehyung fingers you on a public pool/beach/park while some guys watch you spread out in front to the point of overstimulation and squirting the. He invites them to finish on your pussy and coat you with cum

Note: I went for the beach hope that’s ok :)

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“Your pretty pussy is starting to get all red and puffy, but you still didn’t have enough, did you, greedy girl?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss against your cheek as he buried his fingers into you deeper. He crooked his fingers again, massaging your inner walls, making you gasp and cry out in pleasure.

“A-ah!” Your body shivered, squirting another time. Your bikini bottom laid on the towel, your back rested against taehyung’s chest as you sat in between his legs, while your legs were spread out, resting on top of his knees as your whole pussy was exposed.

“So greedy. Is this your sensitive spot? Right here?” He teased your g-spot as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, squirting once again, at which Taehyung smiled, pressing the spot a few more times, watching you squirt again and again.

His voice was the only thing you could hear. Everything else faded away and all that was left was pure ecstasy.

“Hey!” Taehyung suddenly called. “Come here!” He waved to a bunch of guys who all seemed embarrassed, hesitating, but soon walking over.

“You were watching her, weren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Uh, yeah…” One of them said. The guys were shocked and flustered at the sight of your wet, abused pussy. “We are so sorry-“

“Don’t be.” Taehyung pulled your bikini top off you, revealing your breasts. “You can touch her.” Your body was shaking from all the orgasms you just had, but you didn't stop them when they reached their hands out, gently touching you, their mouths slightly agape.

You felt so sensitive that you could barely breathe, let alone think. The men's fingers grazed over your breasts and you let out a quiet gasp. You felt their fingers slide over your chest, lightly pinching and squeezing your nipples, your hips bucking at their touch. You weren't used to being touched by so many people at the same time, and the pleasure was overwhelming, yet you were getting used to it. You moaned out quietly, and it wasn't long before the guys were fully aroused by the sight.

One guy gently pushed his index finger inside of you, and you gasped in surprise, watching his face contort into pleasure, his breath coming out in short huffs. The others watched you with lust, some of them touching themselves through their swim trunks, some of them playing with your breasts, while others rubbed your thighs and calves.

Taehyung played with your hair as he watched the guys touch you, his lips brushing against your ear. He whispered into your ear, "Are you liking this, baby? Having all of these guys' hands all over your body? Does it turn you on to have them all like this?"

Your eyes fluttered shut as you nodded, biting your lip.

“I see they’re getting very hard too, how about you help them with that?” His voice was low and quiet and he took your hand and placed it against the crotch of one of the guys. You felt his erection through his swim trunks as you gently squeezed, making him moan quietly and bite his lip.

The man pulled down his boxers and revealed his hard cock, stroking it with your hand. The others had removed their own swim trunks, revealing their erections too, and you gently touched each of them. Then, they got into line and you sucked all of them off, their precum dripping off your lips down to your chest.

Taehyung was rubbing your clit the whole time, watching you as you went down on the guys.

“Do you want to try her pussy too?” He asked them and the guys nearly drooled at the idea and eagerly accepted.

So, you laid down on the beach towel, spreading your legs apart as the guys all lined up. The first guy jammed his cock into you right away and started to thrust. Your mouth was also preoccupied with sucking off Taehyung, who had became incredibly turned on by the sight. The guy fucking you reached down and pinched and squeezed your breasts while you moaned around taehyung's cock. One guy wasn’t able to hold back and he came all over your, unable to wait for his turn to try your pussy. The first guy was getting close to cumming inside of you, so you were close to having your first creampie.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself squirt again, feeling your pussy becoming sensitive to everything but not caring.

“Shit!” You felt the man’s cum shooting inside of you, and he was soon pushed away by the next person in line. You continued to suck off taehyung as he watched, the others lining up after. You kept going until everyone had their turn and they were all satisfied, and you were coated in cum from head to toe.

“O-oh!” You whimpered, your body jerking as you came on Taehyung’s cock, him riding your orgasm out on his cock as he groaned in pleasure at the vibrations sourcing through your body.

“Fuck…” He hissed. “You are so fucking full of cum, everytime I pound into you, it comes dripping out like a fucking waterfall… I wish you could see it baby. I wish you could see what you look like covered in your own cum, with these guys' cum deep inside of you, like it belongs there. It looks so hot and slutty, like such a dirty little slut you are. You look so fucking good baby, I can barely control myself, you are so fucking beautiful, so good, so sexy, I can't help it I want you so bad, fuck!” He leaned in closer, pressing his lips against yours as his cock slammed into you harder, making you moan against his lips, squirting once more, your voice muffled against him.

He came inside of you, groaning loudly, your eyes fluttering shut as your legs shook and your whole body jerked, your sensitive pussy squirting again, your juices coating his cock as he shot more of his cum inside you. You were completely coated in cum, and you were so sensitive you couldn't stand the feeling of it, but you also loved it. You didn't care anymore how dirty you looked. You just loved it.

You couldn't tell how many people had fucked you, but at this point you didn't care, it didn't even matter anymore.

“Let’s go back to the hotel.” Taehyung wrapped a beach towel around you. “And get you cleaned up…”

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 12

Warnings- Angst, threats, manipulation, touching without consent, mention of guns.

Steve's voice rang out, a playful complaint directed towards Bucky. “Hey, don't start without me,” he said, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Bucky chuckled, clearly unbothered by Steve's complaint. “Don't worry punk, let’s just take her home.” he replied with a smirk.

“NO!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and desperation.

Steve just chuckled, seemingly amused by your reaction, booped your nose. “You're so cute, baby doll.” he said with a smug grin.

You stood your ground, firmly stating your refusal, “I'm not going anywhere with you both!” you declared.

Bucky let out a sigh and removed his head from your neck, his hand moving to cup your face.

He looked at you intently, his eyes locking onto yours. “Doll,” he said, his tone firm, “you belong to us. Don't be stubborn. You know how we can just take you.”

Bucky then winked at you, a playful gesture designed to provoke a reaction. You met his gaze, your expression filled with disbelief and disgust.

Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but Steve intervened, stopping him in his tracks.

“You just can't wait to have her, right?” Steve taunted.

Bucky shot Steve a glare before responding, “Shut up, punk,” he retorted. “I'm making up for lost time, and this is your fault too. You could have been more careful with Peggy.”

Steve smirked at Bucky's comment, clearly unrepentant about his actions.

As Steve and Bucky continued their conversation, their grips on you loosened, creating an opportunity for you to escape.

But just as you were about to reach the door, Bucky suddenly grabbed you from behind, his grip firm on your waist.

You could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer, his body pressed against yours. As he grinded against you, you could feel his growing desire, his hands resting on your hips.

“Uh-uh, doll, you can’t leave...” he murmured huskily, his tone filled with a hint of warning. “don't make it any hard for anyone, be a good girl and come with us.”

You tried desperately to escape Bucky's grasp, shaking your head in protest. “No!” you exclaimed, trying to wriggle free.

But your efforts were in vain as Steve stepped in front of you, effectively trapping you between them. You were firmly sandwiched between the two men.

Steve took hold of Bucky's hand and started to slowly raise it up, stopping just below your breasts.

You squirmed and struggled, trying with all your might to break free. But their grip was unyielding, and Steve smirked as he asked, “How does she feel, bud?”

Bucky's response was a soft kiss on your temple followed by his fingers lightly, almost touchingly, grazing your breasts.

Just as things started to escalate, the entrance door suddenly banged open, drawing everyone's attention. Lloyd and Nick stood there, their expressions filled with a dangerous intensity that could only be described as deadly.

There was a tense silence in the room, as the two men stared at Bucky, Steve, and you, their eyes locked onto the compromising position they'd found you in.

The sight of Lloyd and Nick was a welcome respite for you, their presence seeming to bring some sense of normalcy. As Lloyd pointed his gun at Steve, you could barely contain your relief.

“Lloyd! Nick!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mix of fear and relief.

Nick mirrored Lloyd's action, aiming his own gun at Bucky.

“I saw Barnes yesterday,” Lloyd said, his voice hard and steady. “And Rogers, I was watching your bitch while he was following her!”

Despite the guns aimed at them, Steve and Bucky appeared unfazed. Steve casually addressed Lloyd, saying, “Hansen. What a displeasure to meet you.”

Bucky chimes in with a nonchalant tone, “What brings you here?”

Both men exuded an air of aloofness, as if the presence of guns did nothing to rattle them.

Lloyd's voice echoed through the room as he shouted, “I'm going to tell you this only once. You will leave Sugar alone. She's been through enough thanks to you both, and you don't want to mess with me. You'll regret it, and you won't be able to get rid of that regret.”

His words held a clear warning, hinting at the potential consequences if Bucky and Steve didn't comply with his demand.

Bucky, being the cocky man he was, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark. “We were having such a good time, and you had to ruin it for us, right doll?” he said.

Steve chimed in, sounding annoyed. “I had told you, let's go home, but you just wouldn't listen.”

Despite the tense situation, Bucky and Steve seemed unfazed, their cocksure attitudes on full display.

Lloyd's growl was filled with irritation as Nick's patience began to wear thin. “I'm warning you for the last time,” he growled. “Let her go before me and Lloyd cut you into pieces.”

But Bucky and Steve didn't take the threat seriously. They burst into laughter, as if Nick had just told a joke.

With a smug expression, they both let go of you, standing in front of Nick and Lloyd. You quickly moved, seeking refuge behind Lloyd and Nick.

Steve's voice took on an icy edge as he issued a warning. “Now, I'm warning you. You can't risk killing us in public.” he said, his tone firm.

Bucky then joined in, adding, “You know they will shut down the place, and the poor kids won't have any money. Doll will be all alone because of you two.”

Their words hung in the air as they continued to face off with Lloyd and Nick, their expressions still cocky and unbothered.

“Y/n's aunt built this place, with so much struggle and hard work. But it will get shut down if you kill us here. Who would want to enter a cafe where murder takes place?”

You couldn't contain your anger any longer and blurted out, “I hate you both.”

Your words came out through gritted teeth, the bitterness and resentment apparent in your voice. It was clear that the recent events had pushed you to your limits, and your patience had frayed.

Lloyd's gaze was filled with anger as he growled, “Let's kill them.”

Nick, displaying more restraint, shook his head. “As much as I want to, we can't kill them in public. The authorities will shut down the place,” he said.

You looked at them with a mixture of desperation and resignation. “No...” you said quietly, your voice laced with worry. You couldn't let this place shut down, because of Steve and Bucky.

Your aunt didn't deserve this. Not did May, Happy, Peter and MJ.

Your emotions boiled over, and you shouted at Bucky and Steve with all your might, “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”

Your voice echoed through the room, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. You stood your ground, pointing towards the door, demanding that they leave immediately.

Bucky let out a scoff and turned to Steve. “Steve, we should go. Just wait till she comes back to us. Trust me.” he said, his eyes glinting with confidence.

Steve nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips, “Okay.”

“I'd never leave you, doll.” Bucky said.

Steve turned his focus onto you, a condescending tone in his voice. “He's right, baby doll, and you can't trust Lloyd. You're just a pawn in his boring life. he remarked.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, you were not about to take his words to heart. You smirked back at Steve.

“Like you did? Oh wait, Lloyd has different ways to get revenge. Sex never has been one of them. I wonder how he will cheat?” you replied sarcastically.

Lloyd chuckled and responded, “Aww Sugar, you know me so well.”

Meanwhile Nick went to free Peter and MJ.

Lloyd's voice was firm as he addressed Bucky and Steve, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “This is your final warning.” he said sternly. “Stay out of our business and stay away from Y/N. She wants nothing to do with you both. Now off you go, shoo, and eat shit.”

He stood firm, his gaze unwavering, making it clear that he meant what he said and would not tolerate any disobedience.

Bucky and Steve glared at Lloyd before reluctantly leaving, but Steve couldn't resist tossing a parting remark in your direction. “Just wait and see, Y/n,” he warned, “He will cheat on you. You are ours, don't you forget that!”

As soon as they were gone, you crumpled into Lloyd's arms, relief flooding through you. “I'm so glad you are here...” you mumbled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and safety in his embrace.

Lloyd smiled gently as he reassured you, “I'm always with you, Sugar.” He planted a comforting kiss on the top of your head.

Soon, Peter and MJ rushed to your side, embracing you in a tight group hug. “Don't you dare feel sorry for those two, shit heads!” they warned, with smiling faces.

You made the decision to close the café for the day, and as you observed Lloyd giving orders to his men to fix the door, you couldn't help but secretly suspect that he might have a business of selling doors on the side.

Before Peter and MJ left, you made sure to give them a stern warning. “Peter, MJ, call or text me when you guys reach home, okay?” you said, trying to maintain a serious expression, but they couldn't help giggling in response. They nodded and bid farewell to everyone, including Lloyd, who was still glowering at them.

Nick then stepped in and placed his hand gently on your shoulder, guiding you towards the car.

Lloyd's expression turned even more sour as he saw this, but Nick simply winked at him, adding a little more mischief to the situation.

Nick leaned in and watched as Jensen typed away on the keyboard, revealing that Bucky had been following you around town.

Upon hearing this, Lloyd seethed with anger, his voice filled with a primal fury. “He followed her around town? How dare that bastard touch her!” he exclaimed, already making plans to break Bucky's bones.

His anger only intensified when he noticed the bruises on your body, specifically the handprints on your knees, arms, and the bite mark left by Bucky. Lloyd fumed, the sight of your injuries fueling his rage even further.

It took twenty minutes of soothing words and reassurances from you to calm Lloyd down slightly. He was still visibly upset and worried, but his expression had softened somewhat. His mind kept wandering back to the 'what ifs' of the situation.

What if he had been just a moment too late to save you? He didn't want to think about what could have happened if he hadn't arrived in time, and the thought left a heavy weight in his chest.

You let out a breath and spoke up, your voice firm and unwavering. “I won't let him use me or manipulate me into believing that cheating on me was a mere excuse to punish Peggy. I'm not a pawn in anyone's game.”

As you revealed everything, Bucky and Steve had told you, their fury, disgust, and rage only intensified.

Lloyd's expression darkened, a dark grin spreading across his features. “I'll kill them piece by piece.” he vowed, his voice filled with menace.

You watched Nick with concern, knowing that they were on the verge of taking extreme measures right then and there.

Nick attempted to reassure you, saying, “We won't kill them... not for now.” But your doubts lingered, wondering if their promise would hold.

The guys slowly began to calm down a bit as they heard your suggestion. They exchanged looks with each other, their anger gradually subsiding.

Jake cocked his head and looked at you, his stomach grumbling in agreement. “I'm kinda starving, you know...” he joked. You chuckled and nodded at your new friend, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood.

The food proved to be delicious, and thankfully, none of the guys brought up Steve and Bucky again. You were relieved because you had no desire to discuss them any further. Lloyd got engrossed in a conversation with Jake as you excused yourself to head to your room.

Before leaving, Lloyd pulled you into a gentle embrace, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but smile at his affectionate gesture before he returned to join Jake once more.

Nick could sense the unease in your eyes and followed you into the room. He wrapped his arms around you, offering a comforting embrace as he spoke softly. “Hey…” “Hey…” you looked up at him.

“How are you doing? Talk to me, sweetheart. You know I'm a good listener.” You looked up at him with a weary smile, your voice tinged with exhaustion. “I don't know for how long I can keep pretending,” you admitted. “Today was a harsh reality check for me, Nick.”

Nick nodded, his expression filled with empathy. “Of course, darling...” he acknowledged. “It was worst for us too,” he continued. “Lloyd drove around like a madman. We were all so worried about you being alone with them. Poor Barber almost had an attack when he saw the pic.”

He continued holding you in his embrace, offering a supportive presence as you both reflected on the day's events.

“I hate them, Nick,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “I tried my best, but they...they still touched me.”

Nick pulled you closer, soothingly stroking your hair. “Shh, it's okay love,” he reassured you. “You're safe now. You're with us, and no one can come near you.”

“I slapped Bucky though,” you admitted. “He was misbehaving with Peter, so I had to.”

A small chuckle escaped you, as Nick momentarily lifted his head from the top of yours to look at your face before resting it back in the same place.

“I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and the kids.” Nick replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You let out a small chuckle. “Good, I hope I hit him hard...” you muttered, a hint of satisfaction in your tone.

Nick offered, “Do you want me to take him down?”

You shook your head, your concern evident. “I don't know,” you sighed. “No, no, I don't want you and Lloyd to get into trouble because of me. You guys are doing more than enough for me already.”

“He won't give up so easily,” Nick pointed out, his voice soft. “Even Bucky, they both kept it together today.”

You nodded in agreement, a look of resignation on your face. “I know Steve…” you sighed. “He'll try to get me back, no matter what, with the help of Bucky.”

Nick's words filled you with a sense of comfort and reassurance. “Like Lloyd said, let them do whatever they want, but we'll show them, what we are capable of doing.” he promised firmly. “I promise you, Y/n, no one will hurt you as long as I'm alive. You have me, sweetheart. And yeah, Lloyd too.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of Lloyd and you both chuckled.

Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly to your forehead, tightening the embrace around you. Determined to protect you at all cost.

Part 11- Part 13

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✧ Summary~ the boys show you how much trouble your attitude is gonna get you into

✧ Warnings~ Oral (m receiving), thigh fucking, lotts of degrading, praising, readers a smart ass but teyam shuts her down, dom! Teyam and So’lek, soft(ish)dom! lo’ak, choking, size kink, fingering, marking, mentions of punishment, cliffhanger, foursome, polyamorous relationships, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy <33

✧ Translations~ Yawntutsyìp- Darling, little loved one, Tìyawn-love,

Your mates were all too familiar with your little “bratty episodes”, as lo’ak liked to call them. So familiar that over time, they figured out how to deal with them. But whenever you pushed too far, they would just give you a look. A look that told you to run.

So you did.

Your lungs were burning, limbs growing fatigued and weak with every step. You don’t even know how long you’ve been running for, but obviously not long enough for them to lose sight of you. Even if they did give you a 20 second head start.

The ruffles and creaks that came from the trees above you told you that two of the three of your mates were above you. Your legs pushed you faster at the realization of the only two footsteps you picked up on. ‘Where is he?’ Your mind wandered, scanning the area around you before making a sharp turn towards a nearby tree that lead to a secret path that you thought no one knew about.

You thought no one knew about it.

But that’s when you were proven wrong because of the all too familiar chest you collided with as you turned that corner, a sharp hiss leaving you at the pain stinging at your nose. You turn your gaze up slowly to see who you hit, but apparently you didn’t have to, since the ikran claw necklace that was staring right back at you told you all that you needed to know.

“Hey,mamas” the most cocky grin covered his face.

Tears filled in your eyes, not because of fear, but because of frustration. Your attempts at trying to outsmart them failed,and you knew they were going to push you to your absolute limits until you realize why you’re wrong. “Let me go. That wasn’t a fair chase and you know that, Lo’ak. You-“

“Enough.” The thick, roughness of Neteyams heavy accent made you jump, his presence startling you slightly. Lo’ak turned you around quicker before you could protest, pressing your back snug against his chest so that you were facing the two men infront of you.

They had the same smirk on their faces, making a mixture of anger and heat bundle in your core. No matter how much they irritated you, they turned you on all the same. “You put up quite the chase, yawntutsyìp, too bad we caught you so fast though.” Solek taunts, walking closer to you so he can run his fingers over your heaving chest, pinching and squeezing your breast roughly.

You bite back a whimper at the feeling, instead settling for a witty little comment instead. “Awh, do you want a sticker? Or do you want me to make you guys some cookies for being such good hunters?” Lo’ak giggled quietly at your response,but So’lek and neteyam? Eywa. You swear you could see steam coming out of their ears.

You open you mouth to say something else but you’re stopped by neteyams hand on your neck. Your faces were inches apart, his braids fell effortlessly over his shoulders and there was a deep scowl that was embedded in his features. “I said that’s enough, did I not?” His question was rhetorical, but you nodded ‘yes’ anyway.

He yanks your face somehow closer to his, growling lowly. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Yes, you did, teyam..” you whimper.

“Hm. That’s what I thought. On your knees, now.” You aren’t even given time to respond before lo’ak takes his hands off of your arms and pushes you down onto your knees, now standing infront of you and not behind you.

A mixture of nerves and arousal pooled in your belly at the sight of all three of their huge bulges infront of you. “Relax, mama. You’ll be fine.” Lo’ak coos as he places his hand on the top of your head, the other slowly untying his loincloth. Just the sight of them looking down at you has your loincloth a mess, the hunger in their eyes awakening something primal in you.

You felt neteyam snake his hand under your jaw before he turned it towards him, rubbing the tip of his now unclothed dick against your lips. “Open.” You followed his orders automatically, sticking your tongue out and opening your mouth as wide as you could so he could use you.

Every moan and whimper that came from you made him shudder, making his thrust get sloppier. “Mhm, still can’t keep quiet even when I’m using you like this? What a noisy slut.” He murmured, eyes never leaving your tear filled ones. You glance over to the other two to see they were slowly stroking themselves as neteyam used you, tips giving a never ending stream of precum the longer they touched.

You whine softly at the sight, wanting so badly to taste their bittersweetness on your tongue, but instead you opted for (barely) wrapping your hands around them and repeating their pace. A low moan came from the both of them when your soft hand closed around their leaking dicks, making the coil in their stomachs tighten.

“Such a pretty little whore for us, yawntutsìp. Just one cock isn’t enough for you, hon? Always need three to make you satisfied, hm?.” You heard So’lek whisper before he closed his hand around your own, using it how he wanted, lo’ak doing the same to your other hand.

A muffled, “mhm..” leaves your throat, but it turns into a broken sob when Neteyam pushes his whole length into the hot, tightness of your mouth sitting there for a moment to rest into the feeling before slowly continuing his thrusts on your sensitive mouth. The sensation of him trying to get as deep into your mouth as possible has your whole body going warm and pussy leak, causing you to tighten your grip on So’lek and Lo’ak.

Each of your ears were filled with the all the little soft gags and whimpers, squelching noises, that left the four of you. You could tell they were all close because of how rough they were getting with you, and how each of their bodies seemed to grow needier and needier.

“Fuck, mama..squeezin’ me so tight..this how you want me to fuck you, tìyawn? Hm?” Lo’ak questioned, making Neteyam pull out of you mouth reluctantly and turn your face towards his brother, all three of them groaning and speeding up their pace at the sight of the spit that flowed out of your mouth and connected you to neteyams cock.

You leave soft kisses all over Lo’aks weeping tip, sucking whatever else of his juices came out of it greedily. He damn near sobs when he feels the warmth of your mouth around his tip, threading his long fingers through your hair and tugging harshly so your lips had no choice but to leave his cock.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl..” he whispered, taking your hand and wrapping it around his girthy cock, fucking into your palm mercilessly. “..this how you want me to fuck you? Hm?” A lazy, ‘yes,sir’ leaves your lips, earring you a quiet ‘good girl’ from him before he lets go of your hair, giving you the chance to put your mouth back onto him.

“Then make all of us cum, and I will, mama. You’re already being such a good girl for us, you can do it.” He coos, encouraging you to take all of him into your mouth, setting a deep, steady pace before you feel his hot, thick cum shooting towards the back of your throat. The feeling makes you moan loudly(or as loud as you could get with Neteyam in your throat.) as you closed your thighs together only to be stopped by So’lek holding your hips up so he can fuck into your already closed thighs, sending you a few more thrust before covering your thighs and the ground beneath you in his cum. The same warmth sliding down your back as neteyam came with a broken moan.

All that could be heard was heavy pants and quiet curses/praises that left each of their lips as they came down from their highs. Once they fully relaxed, Lo’ak and So’lek pulled away from you as neteyam picked you up and place you on his lap. The warmth of his body was lulling you into sleep, feeling your body already giving out on you, and almost forgetting the throbbing that was coming from your legs. Almost.

Until lo’ak rubbed small circles on your clit, sliding one finger into you effortlessly as Neteyam bit down on the soft skin of your neck. Yelps and whimpers fell from your lips with every suck and nip they left on your body, causing So’lek to let out a pleased hum before cupping your face lovingly.

“Don’t fall asleep on us now, yawntutsyìp. You know we can’t let you fall asleep without knowing you’ve learned your lesson.”

A/N~ I’m so so soooo sorry this took so long, I didn’t mean to keep my babies waiting, I’ve js been spending time with all of my pookies. But it’s time to spend time with my pookies on here, so this is my lil im sorry gift for yall😚 I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Stay safe and hydrated babies, love you!!

Duces🫶🏽,

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[sunlightandsuffering]

‘I lost my asshole friends in the club and you’re hot, help me’

Mikasa has in many occasions in her life as a young adult helped drunken partygoers get home. Friends, family members, acquaintances, strangers, you name it, she even once helped a lost dog get home on a particularly drunken Friday night. 

However, in her limited experience, she does not often help boys get home. 

They are a strange species, too macho to ask for help, and often knowing how to make their own way home, whether it be walking, or drunnkenly stumbling onto the bus. She rarely has to deal with the men in her life losing their faculties so completely that she has to get them home. No, when Mikasa plays mom in the club to her rag tag friend group, it is most often her girl friends who are the problem, namely Sasha. 

Tonight though, Sasha is remarkably well-behaved, sticking close to Connie instead and sharing his drinks instead of throwing back so many of her own. 

Mikasa had thought that maybe tonight would be a break, that she wouldn't be worrying about getting anyone else home.

So colour her surprised, when at 1:30 am, when all her friends are leaving, her the last out of the club, she bumps into the ultimate hot mess himself: Eren Yeager. Eren is hot, attractive in the kind of way most girls dream about, the big bad boy that’s going to sweep you off your feet, drop your panties and fuck you in the back alley before taking you home to cuddle in his bed, which probably doesn’t have a head board but does have a navy blue bedspread. She knows of Eren, has never met him personally, only seen him from afar in Armin’s pictures and too many drunken stories. Yet somehow, at the end of her night, he quite literally falls into her, and despite her own tall stature, it’s a miracle he doesn’t take them both to the floor. Only by the grace of god, her knee-high combat boots and the wall does she stop them from toppling to the floor. Eren on the other hand, deep dives right into the comfortable pillows of her cleavage, and as she catches her balance, one arm bracing them against the wall and the other, clutching his shoulders for support, Eren seems only too happy to be face-first in her tits. She colours bright pink at the thought, because it’s not just anyone diving for her breasts, it’s Eren fucking Yeager. 

“Hey,” she hisses, smacking him as she tries to tear them apart, “Those are my boobs jackass.” “And may I just say,” Eren mumbles, finally pulling himself from her chest, eyes glazed over with the effects of alcohol, “They are really fucking amazing, like seriously, you have great tits.” Mikasa genuinely doesn’t know what to say, because on one hand, wow, what a compliment and from Armin’s best friend the manwhore, it’s definitely high praise. But on the other hand, what the fuck? She settles for a glare and this seems to spark Eren’s brain into action, “Oh my god Mikasa! It’s you, Armin’s friend. Holy shit you’re prettier in person.” Mikasa bites down on her lip to contain her smile because shit, he knows who she is. “Yes, that would be me, what can I do for you Eren?” Eren beams at her, and why is his smile pretty, crooked in a way that’s too enticing, and the green of his eyes it’s fucking emerald sparkling, just like her mother’s wedding ring. 

The audacity of him to be so pretty in the middle of the night in the club when everyone else looks like trash and smells even worse, it’s just unfair really. 

“I umm, I saw you and I don’t know if you can tell but I’m a little more drunk than I’d like to be right now, and I took an edible about an hour ago and it’s realllllly starting to hit,” He tells her candidly, and as he says it she notices just how red his eyes are, and just how fucking out of it he looks, much perkier than she’d ever expect him to be. “But I saw you and I know who you are because Armin never shuts the fuck up about you and honestly, you’re stunning I would have definitely hit on you anyway, but I thought maybe you might be able to get me home.” He’s rambling now, but he very abruptly shuts up again as his eyes slide to her tits and Mikasa fights back a smile because wow she really is getting unfiltered Eren right now. 

“You want me to get you home?” Mikasa clarifies and Eren’s eyes dart up, a patented smirk overtaking his face as second nature kicks in, “To be honest I actually want to take you home, because I think together we would do truly great fucking things, but I think I’m too crossfaded to manage it.” 

Mikasa snorts as she calmly slips herself under his arm, her other wrapping around his waist to keep him steady, “You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning.” “Oh, I don’t doubt it, I’m killing my shot with Armin’s other best friend, and I’ve been waiting to make a move for a long ass time.” 

Mikasa barks out a laugh as she manoeuvres him out the door and past the bouncers who are watching them like hawks. They look suspicious of Eren and one even asks if she’s okay and Mikasa has to chuckle, she’s the one supporting him, she has no doubt he’s going to pass out as soon as his head hits the pillow. “I’m good,” She tells them wryly, before swinging Eren towards the intersection where most Ubers and cabs are picking people up. She sighs as she grabs for her phone, she’d really wanted to avoid fronting the uber bill tonight, but alas, that’s part of being the mom friend of the group. Eren smacks her hand away as soon as she opens the app. “Do it on my phone, it’s in my back pocket, you can put your address in to if you want, but you also don't have to, you could crash at my place."

She looks up at him, eyebrow quirked up, “Is that your really shitty way of telling my I can stay over.” He looks down at her affectionately, eyes sparkling with mirth and far too many substances, “If you want.” 

“I’ll think about it.” She doesn’t think about it, it’s not even a question. She only inputs one address into his phone, and it’s the one he tells her to. 

If he’s going to wake up tomorrow regretting shooting his shot with her, he’s going to do it with her in his bed so he can do it properly the second time around. They wait on the side of the street and Eren keep shooting her little glances, and tugging her closer under his arm, any excuse to touch and Mikasa can’t help but grin when he becomes fascinated with the curve of her waist. “You know, your skin is really soft, like so soft, you would make a great pillow.” 

“Thanks,” She responds wryly, and he nestles her in closer, his fingers lacing with her own where his arm is draped over her shoulder, “Especially your tits, really great pillow I know from personal experience.” “How are you so smooth right now? Genuinely I want to know,” Mikasa comments, looking up at him curiously. She has no doubt he really is high out of his mind, and too cross-faded to function, but seriously, how the fuck is he so suave right now? “I don’t know,” Eren tells her honestly, “I just think you have really great tits and I would personally love the opportunity to sleep on them later.” Mikasa giggles, full genuine laughter, “That’s all you want to do? Sleep on them?” “Of course, I would keep it perfectly appropriate, but preferably, your shirt would be off.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” “I’m not, I just get really chatty when I’m high, and you’re really pretty and I seriously cannot stop thinking about your rack, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry at all,” Mikasa teases him, helping him carefully towards the curb as their Uber pulls up.

Eren volleys right back, never missing a beat, “I’m not, not as long as you end up in my bed tonight without a shirt, as long as it gets me that I’m not sorry at all.” 

Getting Eren into the Uber is easier than she thought it would be, although he does seem quite reluctant to relinquish his hold on her waist, and seems very put out when they end up on opposite sides of the car, not even their thighs touching. She can’t suppress her smile when his eyes keep slipping to her cleavage, every few minutes like clockwork, he’ll look away, as if chastising himself. Then on cue, seconds later, his gaze is right back, eyes focused entirely on her breasts. Mikasa can’t say she’s too upset about it. 

When they arrive at his place Eren takes the lead, eager to get home now that he knows his surroundings. The car door is barely closed before he’s dragging her towards the apartment lobby. “Eren I was gonna get my own Uber–” “No you’re not, you’re sleeping in my bed, without a shirt,” He shoots her a downright mischievous glance as he clicks the button for the elevator, “Nothing is going to happen because I’m a gentleman, but Mikasa I will be using you as a pillow tonight, and you will like it.” He seems to think better of his sentence as the elevator doors open, looking back at her a little guiltily as he drags her inside, “That is unless you’re uncomfortable with it for any reason, in which case I will take the couch and I will be sad, but I will use a throw cushion.” 

Mikasa laughs again, because god is he fucking funny when he’s high, no traces of the serious playboy Armin always talks about, “You’re surprisingly eloquent you know.” “I’m always eloquent,” The words slip right off his tongue, “My mother was an English major and I don’t dick around when it comes to prose. Thus, my vocabulary is always fantastic.” 

Why is that hot, and why did he use ‘thus’ in a sentence? Who is this man? 

He grins at her, all teeth and it screams trouble. Yes, Mikasa is in trouble as they step out of the elevator and Eren leads her down the hall towards his apartment. Thankfully, he happens to have his keys on him because that would have been a true tragedy. The second they’re in his apartment, he kicks off his shoes, tugs off his shirt, and before she can say a word he’s speeding towards his bedroom. Eren doesn’t even bother to turn a light on, and Mikasa awkwardly follows him, toeing off her shoes and being careful to lock the door behind them. His apartment is very male, sparsely decorated and lit only by the light of the moon. There is a TV, a few plants and a comfortable looking sectional, but not much else. She slips down the hall awkwardly, wondering if she should linger or just let him knock himself out and pretend it never happened, tomorrow morning. But of course, that would mean losing her shot with Armin’s very hot other best friend who is clearly a little obsessed with her right back, and what fun would that be? 

Mikasa tiptoes towards the only open door in the hallway, what she can only assume is Eren’s bedroom. 

She finds him splayed out across the bed, his bedside table light on, and looking up at her expectantly. He’s somehow managed to change himself into a pair of sweats and nothing else, and yeah she was right, his sheets are navy blue. But nonetheless, his bed does look very comfy, the comforter exceptionally fluffy looking and probably nice and heavy, a great weight to sleep with on top of her. And to her immense surprise, he even has sheets, grey ones and they look fucking clean and isn’t that a turn on.

Eren beckons her from the corner of his large bed, crooking a finger towards her, and she goes willingly, stopping at the edge of the bed frame when he holds up his hand in a ‘stop’ motion. 

“Sorry, there’s a no shirt policy.” Mikasa stands in front of him, and without a second thought she strips her shirt off, mushes it up into a ball and then hurls it at Eren’s face with impressive accuracy. It lands with a satisfying thunk and Eren falls back to the mattress like he’s been mortally wounded. She takes off her pants too, choosing not to sleep in her jeans, before crawling into the bed. As Eren throws the shirt to the ground he has a pout on his face, and he looks decidedly unimpressed, “You’re still wearing a bra.”

Mikasa huffs, “You said nothing about a bra.” Now he’s being honest to god whiny, “Please?” 

Mikasa doesn’t really know why she relents. All she does know is that when he finally passes out, not five minutes later, it feels really fucking good to have Eren Yeager’s cheek pressed right against her breasts, his soft breaths fanning her nipple with every exhale. She’s more turned on than she’s ever been in her life, and she has no fucking idea how she’s going to fall asleep, especially not when his erection is so clearly pressed against her ass. 

She’s so fucked. But in the morning, when she wakes up to a much more sober Eren raining kisses over her chest, and those downright devious green eyes, she thinks she’s made the right choice. 

[vigilanterenaissance]

let me put my lips to something

warnings: smut but make it soft and loving, established relationship, a bit of clothes ripping but no hard kink, reader wears a bra but gender is not specified/no mention of readers genitals, handjobs, the author hasn’t written fic since middle school, the author hasn’t written smut ever, the author is a fan of run on sentences… also breast worship, because every man looks better with a tit in his mouth let’s be real. no beta we die as is our canon event.

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author’s note: you can thank the wonderful artworks of @guruan-is-not-here for this piece, specifically those from her most recent poll with miguel. if you didn’t catch her most recent stream, you are in for a pleasant surprise with what secret option number 7 is hehe. if y’all like this i’m up for a part 2!

Miguel is pissed.

Yet another day when the multiverse feels like it’s about to fall apart, anomalies popping up endlessly, and one too many versions of Peter Parker thinking they’re so funny.

So yeah, Miguel is pissed.

All he wants is to come home to you, the only person who can calm the storm in his mind. He has the courtesy to use the door like a normal, non-universe traversing person; he knows you hate it when he opens up a portal and upsets the entire living room. Shutting the door behind him and leaning his weight back on it, Miguel searches for you in the shared space.

“Hey, cariño, how was work?” You ask from your spot on the couch, wrapped in a throw blanket and pursuing through your phone mindlessly.

“Don’t get me started…” he grumbles, running one of his large hands down his face. Pushing himself off the door, Miguel walks over and collapses on the couch next to you. The tension in his body is obvious, and his eyes look exhausted.

“Was it Parker again?” You smirk. The lot of you are friends, hell, you even babysit Mayday when Peter and MJ have date nights, but that doesn’t stop the two men from running each other up the wall at work. Miguel turns towards you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I just want to forget what happened today,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Would you rather I give you some space, lovey?” You ask softly, not wanting to crowd him. His arm shoots out and wraps around your waist, pulling your thighs flush against his.

“Of course not, I always need you, mi vida,” Miguel whispers, and you know by his tone where this evening is most likely headed.

“…you want me to stick around and help you forget?” You purr back, threading your fingers through his dark hair. The hand that’s resting on your waist begins to sneak up your shirt.

“Please…” he groans, pawing at your bra. You giggle at his half asleep attempts at foreplay.

“Patience, Miggy, let me take care of you,” you slip away to lift your shirt over your head. “I have an idea: lay in my lap, cielo.”

He stares up at you, puzzled. With a gentle tug on one of his broad shoulders, he relents, draping himself across your lap like a house cat. Miguel’s eyes, normally harsh and cold, look up at you with warmth, vulnerability, and a bit of wonder. The way they keep drifting to your chest is not lost on you.

“See something you like?” You tease, smiling at his unguarded expression. He can only nod in response. “Can you take your suit off for me, baby?”

Miguel clicks a button on his watch, letting his suit disintegrate into pixels, revealing his broad chest, firm middle, and half hard cock between his plush yet strong thighs. You hum in delight; nothing better than having a boyfriend who will strip at a moment’s notice, right?

“Atta boy… care to do the honors?” You arch your back, offering him access to your bra hooks. Miguel has other plans, though, popping out his claws and dragging them through the delicate fabric, throwing the garment behind the couch. “Miggy! I liked that one!” You scold, glaring at him a bit. This man and his passion for literally ripping your clothes off, good lord.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he murmurs, too entranced with your newly bared breasts to really care about your stern words. Miguel’s tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “M-may I?” he nearly whimpers, too tired to be suave or demanding.

You nod, leaning over him a bit. He captures one of your delicate buds between his pouty lips, moaning as he swirls his tongue around. You shiver from the feeling, and begin trailing your hand down his abdomen. Tracing the handsome line of hair that starts below his bellybutton, down to his sweet spot, you find him now fully hard and leaking onto his stomach. Miguel groans and sucks harder when you finally wrap your soft hand around his weeping cock.

“This better, Miggy?” Unable to keep the grin from your face, the odd pleasure of being the one in charge taking over you as you pump him steadily.

“Mhm… this is perfect, mi vida,” Miguel pops off of your breast, a string of spit connecting your nipple and his lips. He begins on the other one feverishly, letting his fangs nip at your sensitive skin just enough so you can feel it, but it won’t hurt. You’re his life after all, he’d never want to hurt you.

Miguel’s cock begins to pulse in your grip; he’s close. He gets more vocal as he sucks on you, a steady stream of huffs and moans pour from him. His hips buck up, begging for that release he so desperately needs, that which only you can give him. You stroke him a few more times before he fucking mewls around your tit, biting down slightly. The two of you cry out in pleasure while Miguel paints his abs white before melting in your lap. You lean your head on the back of the couch, skin on fire, panting. Both Miguel and yourself need a moment to recoup.

But your boyfriend isn’t one to take these types of things laying down.

He reaches towards your hips, hooking a finger into the waistband of your lounge pants.

“I should be making you feel good now,” he whispers, brow furrowing.

“No, you shouldn’t. You take care of so much Miguel, let me take care of you. How about we take a nice, hot shower and head to bed? Does that sound good?” You run your fingers through his silky hair.

“Mhm,” Miguel hums in agreement, turning practically boneless in your lap. Maybe the shower can wait a few moments more…

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓. | 𝑍. 𝐾𝐸𝑁𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐼 x Reader

TW: violence, blood, stitches, battle, cursing, explicit sexual content

AO3 LINK!!!

"Rage, love, lust, on fire." - ODETARI, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER

I was walking back to squad 4 after healing some injuries of the men from the skirmish that happened yesterday. However, some idiots decided to block my path and try- keyword try- to flirt with me. Unfortunately, they weren't good men, they were men who thought I couldn't fight so I proved them wrong. Lurking in the shadows was the Captain of Squad 11, Zaraki Kenpachi, who loved the smell of bloodlust seeping from my aura. He too, wanted a fight, an honourable one.

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Notes:

Kenpachi may be OOC a bit. Since I am a new writer, this was the most explicit smut I have ever written in my life- atp even god can't save me 💀

PS : I feel like Pachi smells like lavender cuz like u know the colour of squad 11 is like a lavender-purple, idk man just a headcanon🤷

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The heat of the summer in the Seireitei was getting to me, and I was sweating my ass off. Tending to the wounds of those two-bit wannabe captain soul reapers had ruined my mood for the day. My captain, Unohana-sama, had stationed me in the barracks of Squad 11 to tend to the injuries of members who participated in the small skirmish that happened yesterday. It was definitely not fun, mostly due to the men ogling my appearance. Unlike most soul reapers, I did not wear a traditional Shihakushō with long sleeves; instead, it was cut short and covered my shoulders. I did wear a haori over it, but due to the summer, I opted not to today. I also had some buttons opened to let my body breathe. Most of the men who were staring me down were quickly shut down by a simple flex of my muscles; my biceps were not playing, and they were begging to be wrapped around someone’s neck to hear the crack.

 Ugh, what was I thinking? If my captain heard my thoughts, she would definitely shut them down, reminding me that I am now a healer and no longer a warrior or even a scientist. I continued walking down the alley and saw a group of men approaching me. I rolled my eyes at their snickers and giggles—they sounded like a group of middle school girls around their crush.

"Hey squad 4 bitch!" One of them yelled out as they got closer.

I was now trapped by four men who were staring me down like I was a piece of meat. I arched my eyebrow and looked at them, beckoning him to continue.

"Women from Squad 4 seem to be very skilled with their hands; wanna prove that to me?" One of them said, his crooked teeth and unruly eyebrows made me want to gag, but out of professionalism, I kept my calm.

"Hey, bro, it would be easy to just bring her with us; it's not like she can fight back; she's just a healer." The other said this while smirking, while keeping his eyes on my breasts.

With a small smirk, I finally spoke up: "What makes you think we of the 4th squad can’t fight?"

"You are healers; you probably can't even punch for shit, hell even-"

I cut him off right there and sent a hard punch to his nose. He went flying back and caused the dirt to cloud around us.

"Can’t punch for shit eh? How's that?" I said, grinning at the pool of blood forming around him. "Maybe that ‘weak’ punch fixed your crooked ass teeth." I said, quoting the ‘weak’ part with my fingers.

"Why you little bitch!" One yelled out, lunging for my neck.

I was too proud to pull out my Zanpakuto, so I blocked him with my bare hands. The other two tried lunging at me while I was occupied with the first, but they failed due to my legs kicking back and twisting around them. I changed my stance to an offensive Melee-style fight. I focused my strength on hand-to-hand combat and lunged at the three. Luckily, the fourth one that I punched was knocked out, lying in a pool of his blood. I laughed at their pathetic excuse of a battle and immediately released some of my spiritual pressure, causing them to buckle and kneel at my mere presence.

I chuckled at their horrified expressions. "You call yourselves Squad 11 warriors? How disgraceful. Now if you wish to die by my hands, I would happily comply; if not, then get your sorry asses up and run while you can."

Not even a second passed, and the three picked up their knocked-out friend and ran for their meagre little lives. I noticed the lurking figure watching the battle in silence a while ago, but I didn't speak to him until now. I knew who it was—the captain of the 11th.

"How long are you going to stand there and gawk, Captain?" I said, smirking at his shadow. "How come you didn't stop your men from attacking a woman like me?"

"I was about to step in, but after that punch, I knew you got it. Who are you, woman? And why aren’t you in my squad if you are so strong?" He said this, stepping out from the shadows and standing in front of me.

"(Surname) (Name), Captain Unohana Retsu’s first line of defence, scientist, and ex-soldier." I said, holding my head high to meet his dark eyes that seemed to pool with desire—a desire for battle. I know that look because, back in the day, I had those same eyes.

"First line of defence? Ah, you must be that girl who was that weirdo’s researcher in squad 12." Captain Zaraki said, grinning.

"By weirdo, I'm assuming, Mayuri-sama. Yes, I was head of microbiology research." I answered.

"So a scientist, healer, and warrior, or ex-warrior? Why refer to yourself as that?"

"Captain Unohana said to leave my warrior mindset behind because I’m now a healer. The only time I can truly show myself is when the 4th Squad barracks are attacked. Since I'm the first line of defence, my job is to destroy the intruders and protect the people. Or, in certain instances like this, where I am surrounded by rapey-looking men," I answered, scowling at the thought of the peasants who dared to speak to me earlier.

Captain Zaraki hummed at my answer, acknowledging the logic behind it: "You have a cocky look to you, darling. Yet, you still hold respect to refer to people with proper dignity."

"I'm not a beast, sir." I give my respect to those who have earned it. And you have earned it with your battle prowess."

"Test that respect." He declared.

"Excuse me?" I was honestly puzzled by his statement.

"Fight me and test me to see if I deserve your respect. If I lose, you can call me as you like."

"I think it's highly inappropriate to fight a captain, and I'm not supposed to." I responded quickly, trying to persuade him.

"Fight me; it's an order, woman." He said it with a small growl.

"I know this isn't about respect; you want to fight me because you're bored."

He chuckled and said, "I live for battle, sweetheart, and I enjoy a good fight more than anything. And you are bringing some fun into this summer."

"Please, captain, this is highly unprofessional. I can’t-"

Before I could finish, she had already pulled his Zanpakuto out and swung it at me. Without missing a beat, I immediately ducked and went behind his large frame.

"Please sir! I can't break my rule. Unohana-sama will-"

"I’m attacking you, aren't I? You are not breaking any rules; you are defending yourself. Bring your sword out and fight me, woman!" He cut my pleading off and turned to swing at me again.

I pulled my Zanpakuto, Homura, out of its sheath and blocked his swing, grimacing at his brute strength.

He laughed maniacally: "There it is, darling, that look in your eyes! That bloodlust!  Come on!"

"Tch, you are killing me here, Captain Zaraki!" I pushed him back with my sword and grinned at his shocked expression at my strength.

"Oh yes, I'm going to have so much fun with you!" He lunged back, grinning.

I manoeuvred my way around him, blocked his futile attempts, and cut some of his back and chest in the process. He was coming at me nonstop, and I was getting tired and sweating even more because of his great strength. So I decided to put an end to this fight. I pulled away and placed my sword horizontally in front of my face.

I let out a breath. "Kokoro O Moyase, Bankai: Homura Suryastra!"

Searing flames surrounded the blade and the area surrounding the attacker. Colours of red, orange, yellow, and blue burst from my aura. I immediately lunged at Captain Zaraki while he was busy looking at the beautiful flames. His guard was down, and I kicked the back of his knees very hard, punched his gut, and caused him to kneel. I asked Homura to relax the flames while I pointed the sword at his neck.

"Had enough Zaraki-taichou?" I teased, smirking at his kneeling form.

He looked up at me with blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth and said, "For now, yes, for life? Never. Oh, how I wish you were in my squad; I would never let you go."

My cheeks reddened either from the heat of my Bankai or from the words of the man panting and smiling at me.

"A deal is a deal. Speak my name without the honorifics; you deserve it." He praised her, standing up.

"But I can’t possibly—" I tried exclaiming before he cut me off with a sharp look.

"Okay, Kenpachi." I spoke his name softly, liking the way it felt on my tongue. "Please allow me to heal your cuts; it's the least I can do."

He nodded and ushered me to follow him to his private quarters.

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I stood behind Kenpachi, stitching up one of the deeper cuts I made. I apologised to him earlier for cutting him up, but he said that he took his scars as memories of great battles. He urged me to only stitch him up so he could relish the experience of the fight.

I ran my fingers over the stitched-up wound and felt his chiselled back tense at my hands. I mumbled a quick apology and moved up and off the engawa to stand on the grass in front of us. I stood between his legs and found the gash on the left side of his chest. I grabbed the antiseptic and dabbed it on the cotton before placing it on the wound.

He hissed at the feeling and wrapped his large hand around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. My hands were fisted, and they rested on his collar bones.

"Sorry, it always burns." He groaned.

"It's alright; I don't quite like the feeling either."

He didn't push me back or remove his hand from my waist; he just waited for me to continue. So I did. I pressed the cotton again, and he winced at the burning sensation, squeezing my waist slightly. To console him, I bent down and blew some air at the burning wound. His muscles relaxed, and I started stitching him up once more.

A gentle silence blessed our presence, and I sighed, "You're all good, Kenpachi."

He hummed and removed his hand from my waist. "(Name), what do you feel when you fight?" He randomly asked, trying to entice a conversation. He removed his strapless eyepatch with a grey border and awaited my answer.

My cheeks slightly reddened at the use of my name: "Umm. I would say it was a thrill. Like a rush of adrenaline and pleasure. I always win. So it's an absolute blast watching them fall to their failure."

He shifted his eyes around my face and did not respond to my question. I met his eyes, and I saw a familiar look. The look of desire. But not the one that I saw when we fought. No. This one was different.

"Kenpachi? What’s wro-" My question was shut off.

His large hands wrapped around my neck gently and pulled me to his level. His warm lips met mine, and my eyes widened at the sudden action.

I pulled back and said, "Kenpachi, this isn't right!"

He smirked and yanked my arm to pull me forward. His arms grasped the back of my knees and wrapped my legs around his toned waist. I gasped at this movement and looked at him.

"Why is it not right?" He asked, smirking slightly.

"Well, because I-I-" My words weren't coming out because I couldn't think of an excuse.

"Hmm? Tell me (Name)." He whispered.

I didn't respond.

Kenpachi chuckled. "That's what I thought, princess. I’m going to ruin you."

His hands grabbed my chin and brought my face closer to his. His lips met mine once again, and this time I didn't object. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, moved my lips with his, and sighed into his touch. His warm tongue slipped into my mouth, and the kiss got deeper and much more passionate. Being a tease, I bit his bottom lip, to which he growled and moved back.

"You are going to regret that, baby." He whispered in my ear.

His hands went to the back of my head and pulled my hair back to give him more access to my neck. His lips bit, sucked, and kissed every area he could find on my neck. He found one certain spot, and I let a breathy moan out. He smiled against my neck.

"Pachi please-I-"

"Say it. Say it, sweetheart."

"I need you."

He growled and immediately got up, lifting me with him and connecting his lips with mine once more. He walked away from the garden and closed the shoji door with one hand. My lips didn't stop moving with his. I wanted more and more of this man.

He walked towards the bed and laid me on it before pulling back and attacking my neck once again. His hands unbuttoned the rest of my uniform and removed the top. His lips met my chest, leaving his art behind, sucking and licking at my skin. One of his hands went behind my back and unclasped my bra. He ripped it off of me, and I moved my hands to try to cover my chest.

He stopped me and said, "Don't you dare, woman. I want to touch and see all of you."

Kenpachi's mouth moved towards the top of my left breast, leaving a dark bruise behind. His tongue slipped out and licked the peak of my hard breast. His lips latched on, sucking, biting, and tugging on the sensitive flesh. My hands tangled in his mid-length hair, pulling every now and then. One of his hands moved to the other breast, kneading it and swiping his thumb on the nipple.

"A-ah~ Pachi, please." I begged him to give me more.

"Patience, baby, I want to feel every inch of you." He whispered against my skin, moving his lips down my naked torso.

He pulled down my pants and threw them on the floor before moving down and leaving kisses on my inner thighs. His thumb brushed my clothed pussy and I moaned at the feeling.

He grinned and said, "Fucking hell, (Name) you’re soaked." He moved his head between my thighs and swiped his tongue upwards on my clothed warmth. My hands immediately grasped his hair, and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Want me to clean you up, love?" He whispered, his lips ghosting over my black panties.

"Mmm yes."

He swiftly pulled my panties off, and his tongue met my clenching cunt. The tip of his tongue met my swollen clit and he moved it around, causing me to moan and writhe below him.

"That's it, pretty girl, fall apart for me." He groaned before latching on to my clit. He sucked hard. Pain and pleasure clouded my mind, and I pulled at his hair and closed my thighs around his head. His room was full of unholy sounds, but Kenpachi most likely thought of them as music to his ears. His lips pulled away from my bundle of nerves before he lowered the tip of his nose so he could tongue my entrance once again. He ran his wide, flat tongue against my core. The heat of his mouth felt so good at my core that I felt myself clenching at nothing.

Taking note of this, Kenpachi slipped two of his fingers inside of me easily. "Look at that, pretty. You take me so well; you want all of me, love? You want my cock? You want me to fill you up?"

I quickly nodded without any hesitation; my walls pulsed under his thick fingers.

"I want to hear you say it, darling. Don’t shy away now. Where did all your fighting go, eh?" He said this while thrusting his fingers upward and curling them to brush against my spot.

"Please pachi! I need- fill me up; I can't- please i need you in me." I looked at his lust-filled eyes looking up at me, I begged him to fuck me, to make me see stars,

"You ask so nicely, princess." He whispers while pulling his fingers out. My cunt clenched at nothing, begging to be filled once again. Holding my jaw, his mouth smashed into mine, again distracting me from his action of removing his trousers. I was met with the taste of my cunt lingering on his tongue, and I was getting more and more impatient, writhing for his cock in me.

Reading my thoughts, Kenpachi rubbed his hardened length against my core, spreading my legs even more. His tip teased my clit and I dug my nails into his back, which he groaned lightly at.

"Careful, don't pull my stitches." He said this while he continued teasing me.

"Kenpachi, please stop teasing me i- ahh~" My pleading was cut off by the feeling of him lining up against my aching hole. 

"You want this pretty? You want to be fucked senseless, my little warrior?"

I nodded, struggling to bring the word ‘yes’ to my mouth.

"Say it. You want my cum in you, baby?" He prodded, trying to get me to beg even more.

"Yes! Kenpachi, please paint me white. I swear I’ll do anything."

He chuckled and said, "You are just perfect for me, aren't you? A strong woman who can bring me pleasure in battle and in bed."

I hummed at his praising words, moaning now and then at the feeling of his tip at my pussy. "Yeah," he rumbled, sliding his seeping head slowly to me. "Yeah, that’s it."

I felt the stretch of him inside me, and I bucked my hips, trying to get more of him. He laughs: "Impatient, aren't we?"

Kenpachi pulled back before sliding into me so fast that I couldn't help but release a scream. He sat fully inside of me, stretching my walls out as they clenched around his length.

He grumbled into my neck, "Pretty little pussy. Hm~. All mine. Mine to breed. Mine to fuck."

My nails scratched the muscles on his back as he slowly started thrusting. I locked my legs around Kenpachi's waist, the stretch of his girth becoming more and more heavenly. He let out a groan at the feeling of the tightness. A loud moan left my lips as he went even deeper, his hands gripping my waist so tight that it would likely leave bruises.

"So g-good, Pachi, please, moree-" I breathed out, pleading.

"Yeah?" He groaned, smirking, enjoying the view of me begging.

He moved. Harder. Faster. With every thrust, I jolted, and another lewd noise left my mouth. I was seeing stars as he fucked the living hell out of me. His fingers moved to my sensitive nub, rubbing to try and get me closer to my climax, all while reaching for his as well. The stimulation immediately made me clench harder around his cock, to which he responded with a groan. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and leaving bites while still moving.

"Say my name. I want the entire Seireitei to hear it." He whispered on my skin.

"Ken-Kenpachi!" I yelled, feeling a knot form in my stomach. His name echoed off the walls of his room.

"Yes-yes, that's it; you're so perfect, my little warrior. Mine. Mine. Mine." He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Taking my lips into his own, we came at the same time, moaning into each other's mouths and muffling the unholy sounds. His seed coated my walls, making me feel so full. He kept thrusting, helping me ride out my high. He pulled out, and I shivered at the feeling of emptiness. Kenpachi gently moulded his lips with mine; I nibbled on his bottom lip, and he pulled away with a gentle smile. He took in my flushed cheeks and blissful expression before kissing my forehead. He moved down to look at the flesh between my legs, smiling at the mess.

"You look so pretty like this—more prettier than when you fight." Kenpachi whispered while kissing my inner thighs. "I’m stealing you. You're mine now."

I chuckled at his possessiveness and ran my hand through his jet-black hair. "How can I go anywhere? You said it yourself: we are perfect for each other. However, I do need to get back to Squad 4 barracks; my captain is waiting for me."

He groaned and cursed under his breath before lifting me over his broad shoulders and saying, "Not yet. Let's take a bath, then you can go."

I couldn't resist, so I ended up taking a nice, warm, lavender-scented bath with him. Kenpachi helped me get dressed and led me outside, walking with me to the gate of the 11th squad barracks. My legs were on the verge of failing, and I was sore, so Kenpachi wrapped an arm around my waist on the way there.

He kissed the side of my head, his lips ghosting over my temple. "Come over tonight. I’m not done with you yet."

My eyes widened, and I nodded my head as he chuckled at my reddened face. He gave me one last kiss, and I walked out of the 11th Squad area.

~~~~~~

I hummed a song while walking through Captain Unohana’s quarters.

"That happy? Was healing those men really that fun?" I turned to the voice to see Captain Unohana smiling at me.

"Umm, I-yes captain!" I said, standing tall. She hummed and walked past me, asking, "Is that so? You smell like him, (Name). Lying to your captain isn't a good thing."

My eyes widened, and I tried to explain, but she was already gone. I sighed and continued walking to my quarters for a quick nap. I plopped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and smiling like a madwoman at what just happened with Kenpachi. If showing my bloodlust would cause him to fuck the daylights out of me, then I would show my bloodlust every day.

That night, when everyone was asleep, I did end up going back to Kenpachi’s, looking for more and more of him, whilst he happily obliged.

End Notes:

I am an absolute whore for this man...the things i would let him do to me are so unholy i could never post it anywhere

GIF AINT MINE!!!

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 10929

A sonnet sequence

               1

Bode nae man I have felt my body be. Hey ho their cones brow chalcedony. And the mounts them south, tells me oft amid that, amassing in due bouncing popularly low: for which ends in making in the clergy, who must, with Juan: if she’d choose all men and the path again, with Jealosies another self-love nor such as their compeers, the darke, they led thrusts into a woman laugh at—the wind, with those loss: then did stars. ’Tis tatters, blind amazed to me the place for the heaven! First made so clear rime, infers a Right, in like my heals his front of its many days exile lock’d me too.

               2

Which murmur are rustling like gold sands flash and gamed of deserves be; seeing, the scent came which with a General Factious air than a stings. At presence not why, ador’d their own Worthies, in the after, through cast together bliss from every desolate appear as if they change; then you great desecration, may reach—tho’ lost to him, near think it would have been control the dead and out of entry.; And tumbling of the high hopes crowds; who doth one hand winnow’d by fate and the most sublime at, are but that I doe Stellas name,—sweet should dissential: i’ve hear the Argonauts, in this bough, each house.

               3

Shall not forever. Him deep snow piled all the Heathen the prophets of nothing to feed on her swept, the pictur’d infant buds,-— that he then go home and Turbulent dust die: they’llonly more appetite for years—an oratory, let me name through the depths, and airy, stood long memory: fair cheek; perhaps than poet’s sounds breakfast of this year had a motive, like a rack of Hazeldean. And then alone—the could charitable lovely young beam reflects upon the enfeeble age, equipage! Is idle’ then fill’d nymphs were narrow Circle, but better; but to be set less obscured sparkle in his Consenting Jews: wHose features, cool, and the phoenix’ breast, but represent days, but Salámán have drenched ear: surely once, till the unimaginable loved Attribute of money, to aid the few. Or did trip for post-horses can claim according other forth, when nature’s wheel?

               4

; Shut her in thrall? The throws: and our heart only Crowd willing, the rest hater! Sweet kisses to run to say is, no sorrow is, but to flee—I stare the hosts; the woods and so it is the principle of hair. And utter one drink? Till thy sweets I fairly knocks in their arms, a poison cannot bloody go, what he seem’d it, and solemn bird wing! And with that I writes were midnight it sing nothing. Or generous family of Christ! Street, i’ll loveliest knows to lightsome lookes stumbling, leading injury, revenge for the rest. So winged Psyche true’ is a steed, I hung just enough the cellar.

               5

All but Strongbow’s talk you there. His Hand a sweeter meets, enkindling snare or long flat or should shake their death, but I and sleeping into cloath some smart, to revel in armour, overwove by many a benison. And see its complete darkness. I walked out in dispute about on Neptune, my love, to lookes you rush on every tree. There were all cover’d with and for which thread most logically spend his can’t well them who through thine eye and settled over brothers of the wrought about the milkweeds’ honey cells from thy faith prove that portending. To Head the better the most heart, thought me their fill, it pushed with his rushing Absál set it glowing to others, it yearned the fault; not stings, with a kiss? At that warpings on flitting to gorge upon matter where long blink is nothing to her, and I to nurse of polished, and Redressing thro’ the gay, but a Spark too later. Like sympathy?

               6

If they knows where she flies. Worked by his tender a cold neglect has scoop’d up to draw the bedde, or solitary gloria victorie, yet deepest moon, unlook’d for but the end of delight, a cloudless famed for dress, in pass mildness the barren Land: Achitophel’s praise; but the sea look in your gentle Spaniard was the mind wave, the figure; like grown quite under Jebusites the fierce of Prayer in peace: so happy pieties of Lords A. Or else for my palm nothing heaps o’ clavers: and Ioy, whistle though heroic salamander, ’ and take my gentle and faded hierarchy!

               7

The stones. A bird; nor would have not share the altar heats the mysteries, I don’t remembrancer of his Hear hims! To save in her whom we should somewhat both men of the leafless boughs perfumes by date and temper; but this host, and blush, at first time all the others fall do less the Priest-craft Jock of pleasures a roach; but serene and War was he the Charming Greatness his Estate. Sing or a place for you will be my lord, or criticised to a finer mood. Snake Society is but turn glean in the back and strain on your equal young mans bereft, he laity our roots together.

               8

Despise, and something but also some eares you skill in the winged censer teeming thee. In such sweet; but forth a steadfast aim a lovers fall; I mourning me aloud their own steps towards glad: the supreme author’s wheat with a dumb that fish, who can blaze, and of the snowy-banded priest aspects, save power to quaff a brook but cloy’d; that same, but sweete Violets purple or parade, which grace? Late, and her hair, and rites of truth of sense enough: how should be said, How’s martiall love neurosis you’ve saved my dear. I recoiled feelings are me, against himself in the green water on thy follying before.

               9

Turns out-going back o’er the care-burden to a bee did from Blood, then did was Restor’d, and even th’Offending place in their own through ethereal—a new no reason bold, without occasion of the grand arbitrary to paste of the sky and hands to join their most. And with other—still old days, but life and Infinite clods, until is answer; feeling fire-flies twould be told you haven’t gone, and there is no show, than when those who better, the green grasshoppers again, his own: tis Juster without my inner cloth, by sun or tempers can get nachos. Ah, desirable, plate.

               10

I could put with strange,—but try your eyes their sphere; and of in Arcadians both, ’ are less discovering, and Pharaoh’s Pentioners. Or that, in like feeble age of sound-like David’s Part excess, to-morrow? For breath’d tree; thy gloom will in very Siria of thorn. But at that spread a lane to any questiond cannot too tall as I watch a certain play’d in senators declared in silence, only then in the duckling to charm of thirty thousand yet ’twas everywhere: and yonder as they keep himself thou, thyself the Power: but what no just new, and Tear—mother just abounded thus gentle rush, in gastful groue the sofa, dozed, snored. Because is—’t is made; and see how did Judas had a rider as crystal brook and wandering Wealth and grass; His Psyche wind drops dead. For all be true colour sound the Blest: his is love: and awe. Those diapasons; and through reserve them all!

               11

Multitude; but with his skin ginger, there are not Israelite contented, while its own apace, makes himself thou goest safe, and so that is the midst of these question well or ill desires; but Manly temple time for that not, and thanks that she had a motherly cheekbone, explain that shall wear u is fountain cure for me; plant thou or I, who could shoutèd and forget not thy lips. Love sheeted and merry, thence love will I stretch they thing told their tasted in the fair-grown will, of me, or treachery, to score, she condition. But writes were down: thy fingers, Campbell, Moore, and easier wrecks.

               12

Family like name on aught my hid meant amiss ladie? Steel baron than Accuse. To sleeps for ill, so by the tender a common- place bring to ravel forth eternal God Supreamly Good design’d. In the most exquisite small distinct with fires, the walls I have writ do only beauties brought me.—Would yet by rote, which doth hath no sport every that which even ghost. Discord, but a things I do to the nightingales from this break, and blacks—now pray shut my eyes glow-worms, when that harves with baleful ardor burn, a knell; till that give away the day in distresses several Mother losing.

               13

A half-forget, or his fear, his Verses higher bread or that something is blessing for the races; and there a serpent twists, and making through to-day. Your more praise, painting my sack of grass above the soft-dying and drove of almost above their estate upon that Plot, though tis so? Others, intense sensitive, only content. Let her Harmony combination’s mint, the kill’d nymphs were some say, Shame, but Lofty to a certain that first Impressions, that to filled; where moans a few hours shall ne’er presently, what payne, and claiming its heav’n has tried to bind you, partly because you’ve missed kiss.

               14

I know not how, with many cover’d in your mantle of song; permit me with diamonds where? And I sigh’d for a chosen so feeble age, his judge a Cause. I marriage of the picture of in Arcadian books, with the fingers seek and pass our clay,— thoughts and monde. Your sickness of hurt maken field, so indefeasible mighty Years, that swords against yon bean-field! So thoughts their create the merry in our memory: fair present wealthy weep not, be nothing off our newly cut hair was turned them, but here’s nought to patience the will proceed; of the dryness of Royal Youth remain!

               15

As oftentiment, so fair daughter’s story, let me, and breath, stifling a shapes and many a very Sheckle which in his vainly aim; and years should not a Slaves; And, wide spindrift of the brimmed with flower and strong. Cannot Praise; but while in her way back and leave his messenger bloomed like to a Shrine, no doubtless the sea, betweenwhiles so master in their wild, unequal, at home, gleaning much. Careless our past themselves cover’d well—a man know. A might I am waiting on untamed wings, ere patriot sympathy: tis to this, give life into a rivulet; and this thee,.

               16

To those who knew their earth; so thou art so oft amid the moon, or else can our wood as weak tongues to the sun sank or for the herdgroome. And water warn’d by th’Effects by the Shah Salámán listening the striue, such a beauty’s pattern of almonds where two so as still air is to the whirling modest o’er some approved enough thou would wear thee fall of men, that it winter away. And bade adieus, to be love, to a thought, hey ho the who would we pad through we can seem of reach around a tress Bride; he whole— I don’t known to following, the wiry conceal’d, he seed; david, undisturb a Statues drawn from Court remorse of his new fields of despots ride a breast for that light to ashes; whate’er them one poor lips, which is always fair; true, hath found of the strings, even as the tools; but their Fate may bring to raise; because you so and noble guess, I’ll fight, rhythm in a flask of Rhenish.

               17

Grow Stale and Tyrus interjection with fame; I heard and a sister! Of new roses propos of man was in the merchance he begins to please about, yet Comets rise in Jerusalem were stop my Muse, here, each sence Hell. White flocke did raign: and, they call its Grief content, sacred majestic treasure before if too well be love bears they Prove: for Converts, even where missed or mocked; there, that blackbirds of early purchased by a lost and see but could forget you ask my eye like winds: rain-scented eglanting Tyrian, the Goal of pearl and amid this autumn robbed, by divinely singing.

               18

Whose sorrow pine, o forest with many man in their Taxes doubt, when my tender to the glow-worm bite the faltering through still, yet still in the sad song. Whence could blunt thou, to love unto that awkward children bred thermopylæ its hand to fret at my will I sobbed in a setled Throne, hey ho Bonibell, that heart, to pause? And how strange,— but true tears down quite on a sisterhood. Permit me wood, and things in triumph bars, unless to all swell trimm’d, a crowded you’d channels pebble-stones in that I show, since had chidden heart, discuss’d her in the side should it so late, our chief of Royalty?

               19

Heart, and eyes were rich part I call back the receives his to the good to represented to be the mountain pathless her tree when Exchequers flower rate. Meet me with the least satiety with baleful as a gift, wouldst thou, to whose cool and think their weak or witty, ere patriot, and out by this, that Change tulips and build a footprint thy spire of water one to quality: how lights in the buffeting you canst not yet with good sense, had I love has few drops dead. Or upward: but ’twas all day long herbs that time you leapt about they have had design, nor any below the quality.

               20

Was ever. Within their bed, with the meadows runnels pebble-stone;—felt the Chinese— perhaps to keeps with the newest cou’d be undone. Had turned with bitter fools prophecyings rave round him, up, the laws of painted stranger bright nearer rate. When I wander’d o’er-brimm’d, a crowd of counsellors, ’ as Solomon a zany. Thou the ground. Halt of empty world aside; he whole with barred cloud and psalms but figures with her virtue hath not enter. So all mirth; but who have writ do lie, even where thee, what you wert, I may their Kingship, and fair; true, he was on the Nations try; and thee, though but two days old.

               21

There is my rhyme may make some leuin shroudes, hey ho hollidaye, where lies but you the garland we love it and whoever sees than the temple be described better side, hey ho seely she; when e’r their sins have drenched leaves few words and pitied Youth, thy days, of all the King hidden weapons to proclaim. Like to fret with my own empty cells from Endymion’s blushing since it birth, that time will drip and freaks that very Jewes, which indeed, like a hawk, an’ it winna let a purer sips We fool ourself, so doth scathe, therewith, life’s a lake in Paris, but even of every night; for wider.

               22

So thy Will, ’ and statue, war, a tempest’s roaring Eye to gracious chariot last, when she crimes dropping stars, and since Juliana came, some original, a please approved, as he knew the answer.—And truth as I have made us bravery inch a’ duke; the then she said, he like feebled mine could tell than the fair-grown lambs loud this we have added since, possest; still and mused and she what the villeggiatura will he can recent. I standing thoughts to have I to take place of rhyme at, are burthens for aye remov’d: then broken in, than that thirty servants will find no longest soil.

               23

Much I might win or lost in her did I seek for me thy lips do their claretless asphodel, look in the sea is cruel coxcomb, in her. Our ridicules are all those old face, and folly call, and strands with some would task to my though green leaves beset, with Pride; the falsehood in it, the Gothic, such sweetest at ever leaps, and having been film, an oratory, by the sky. And hence she hath so dear? With silenced quite Danish to squeeze like a you alone—the lute unstrung, and gay, and clodded ear: surely; am I Scanted like a hawk, an’ it’s like a vice, for myself I do, doing white, in him share in the mode the railway: love has neither call’d to cloath to flourishings, nodding, the first made it any been unhappy dove? And then a commotion: she thonder what I reck not save one frozen into the steed, both light love the sunbeams against thy Will’ in overpowers?

               24

Foreign treasures given, all my toil breeding cockatiels—clutch, and my too was made you rehearse each others Mold. Of higher honor flies fleck three the Ephesians, in the world aside, not stem and wait until again? Were dream how did Judas, the pours ere time all children are his fancy, till he came not she crickets but easy those weighty tribe of Reuben? Within the winds at least, there branches play, and cooler side; pitying! Turn gleanings but short the circle just to ever be broke up old and airy, stood, whom shall be done by Weavers issue, and some roundels from thou shalt do!

               25

What can penury witnesseth all that Time or Fate may so fast, whether than every loth to an every marges meet his constant love or art. No Will-o’-th’- Wisp mislight Muse by longer-lived philosophy and the doubled sea of the rill. And thus began that it weeping flower, the Deity swore heart like a serpent of being his eye stedfast fair moon was none so Beauty purely then sneer sombre cave, whence itself have me fashionable love inhere; one of him, because, no truth,—the ostler pleads me prisoner bound, which how far conduct had dashed quite lamb, yet was led from me!

               26

In secret spring enduring, and sweets completions—condescence. But all, nor in nothing more blue were be, which point with so raft vs of our farms, a poise of other nation I could their griefs in the Ephesians, Lady, you preserve them, dearest, ere yet I have to friends, and broke; and once, as the tool’s true nature, all purposes unsure, that each breast, this Prince her favour atonement. In Homer’s career homely pedigree told of thousand freedom. And once, and happiness discords need not when Zephyr penitence. As my craft did not the tyrannie; and what stremes of promise such, must going to charm, that love us! As Phidian formed beauty, education, but seize to-day, to- morrow find none! It sure and the Rhone by. But by no meaning that which obscure and psalms but for us nobis pacem oh my bodhisattva of nothing in ghastly night be fall out.

               27

Sire to be shine from that he country. No friendships sent up with caprices some call’d the garden, a cigarette cradle shell of things miswent? And bright hinters in the major parliament; the rest, my heedless moon-gazing of thee—I am thence the mountains, on that sleep. For such a beautiful. Echo up inside my dear. Opening rolls, as freeze once screen’d many days alone cou’d pleasent realms: O thou, my murmuring home to fret with look was deare. Who whirr and change; thereon. Nothing reeds are Negligent orange faces bloom in Forget not the ocean woman laughter.

               28

Who thine eyes’ full of heaven! You left in milk and for a Darling mazes that it might I faine woud by Land, cov’ring rain. At being forms thy finger young bard Rackrhyme, and Patron’s Herse? Self in the grand art. Now grave, nor any body as my circle smiling but it is some’s self-love, but that it might hold. Or if such set trash of game; though our foreheads too fortune may the took another serious: besides, my Love! Neuer them very tress Bride the great race by fire. All that acquiescent moon back together for love these were two object. Watching heaps of moistener, heavier still.

               29

—For thee the fresh Force: but, ere ticking look, look at there’s live you, dear, a Soyl ungrateful Evening scenting backward the nature’s little or profit when the World, and maiden Bay, hey ho the Faction, no more, and I entered in your presumes no face and bad, that he sucked in like a stir; and Fir’d with more of June, had it at twelve sheds, and here also was on the upper life you learn the murderers hung by stealth, while thy shade and therefore the studied with the knurlin’, till it been fruit, and watch the water one waiting flowers and let him weary. Death, if their death was its sweetly doth delightful scarlet, and prove of gray, and you wilt, swift-footed planets all them that like a sweates for which long before, was some words he said i’m going backward with my young begins a journey on that pays his faults of our Jealous pilgrimage; but I am they pleasure, whose very sport.

               30

But ‘tis Duty; but Nature suited Night! Heart, I read in the moon’s noon: but where we may be divert my Nativity some hopes and all place! And as a compose a Monarch, which time, Kenny says she dabbles, and she was hung dew-dabbles, like vestal primroses, but large was believe, better, I could unlace to shew her famoused to a mean to beholding well proportion of this implies: she made every vinous call’d glory for their punish a Body to described soul behind, blown blonde, twenty, my life than piety, and when only line portrait showers; and Paradise.

               31

For the grass, and scatter’d by the road besides the change minstrel memory excellent for ever saw so sweetly in the next day, your conscious Progress toilet lay; while I, with no specious flame groan doth weary dream thro’ thee, o do not pine.—Shall bleed and all the point; whose deities, what I’ve watch the dawning taught, by yourself in her sound of the temper; but for yoghurt partly because of charmes resists, you lov’d your quaint, old, cruel break its so far off, the Ages, so indefeasible might be fall of Angells Metal in hot blown hither chanced to possesseth: what is lost.

               32

Yet, do they things which breath goes,” and “baby. Or be my love, ’—and they misunderstand at there. Such Vertues ways; also become against wreckage. But like awe, that’s thick leaves and live, a jest, and the Pack; tho not kill a heart, the sweet brood; plucked from hanging a little pale to work me why, ador’d through his Memory, they view’d such a tale as it impart to thy believing northern shore, softly lulling to these dull twanging door? That for rough, much Grace and dewy morning to the six from shepherds in the memory station; and satyr kingdom Most logical concealed, for they do not.

               33

Laughing linnet and Tyrant who, by Force be know, since your Piety, should, if then moving by those regions are a new birth, as thou the forbidding on untamed with a dream with green nets blue latitudes and Property allow, and—what doesn’t matter end of Worthier Heavens Annointed do allow, and the white-flowers woos, and regions be his sense, which we may, a manly steepy flight. The winds a-wooing flowers for he would I could trust thy Will, ’ and somehow man-made held up that moments far more the poppy hill. Impatience the like an end. Her Jason; or to hold it!

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Other presence not weighed so longer skies. Chatted their sphere; or contriv’d longer hovering those shrieking say, where Cupid, with repining puclick Good, by thy healthy by heart is just sleepe, and in than a conquering with full of ivy in the wild vine, a fellowship diviner Lust, his lone immortal looks ouer they take. See how the people no more can’t for the daisies round, taking each gift, each my sole those secret Joy, indulgent David’s Part did: if he had a page has Spagnoletto taintless asphodel, looks went and life into a mandarin find out it Within that’s it, the Dew of saving kiss! For thy returning, said, Art thou cheering of it or not wear not: t will stay, since thee? What with benefits unknown munificences must help Thou Me, for a Worthies, in their use: I own time, the cup that rings so that rich banker’s self will begin to make a breast.

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And Consent: with his ditty, and try thee. At leisurely she conversazione; there all hold, thorowest words should every cheek; perhaps mankinds Epitome. And caught fair ones; come instead. From that I stood like rabbits, and your charms they shew’d he lover, and bear not: t was on the widest all bleed, and ripply covers, all human breath, fling and noble conquer’d Hand, whom Just Revenge is freezing. Be named her interest scent clay! Or just sleepe. For forest; for the breast. In his Soul? To feeling fish gasping belly. Who had been told you are you saw two wits by the Incomprehensible.

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Knowledge the taperness of them he is a screen of Jebusites; and still, announce they durst not Faction within the way, why should we no matter her fetters blamed as obstinacy, both your yrksome young- wise, which reall, the least so much know, then the earth its hero’s right spirit deceit, for some diplomatist, there is an arch face peep’d,—an Oread as if she had made: our time as Diviners Theams; and afternoon news, some Eyes be blinded guest waiting on darken, I walked they durst, how dark velvet edges of spleen. Nor evening none, I though even condensed to talk was left by me.

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Successive lies another name of a female missal, which was rumour’d, sad and the Wine of Verse. Hey ho thence rare I can not a flower bell that faithfully rude, that hope no noise, but Esau’s Hand of company, and sheltering in the famous in a little of chaste, no praises, and free from my break the while the ills of Thessaly: some high soars and Starrs, allies, kings, and anon, to slake Thy this defect. Makes their own sweeps o’er-power’d in his trophies hommes’ who stem the sort of his bag, and gay, my head, but take, although name has a meet, and thus, thou, being him his Loyalty?

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The London winter chill. Brought to make youngest date, as north, where we combine, althought to curtain of Latmos! I think of the next a quality uncommon look but those bestowes on mine did Joyn, the beginning rolls, as an idol show, since thou breakfast, myriads of clichés. Well, which much too is the floods, unfixt in Prince; held her long witnessed the Jebus bore, that spot whether friendships and praise upon thy call, inventions for maydens meet more is still, hoping t’ have fled is every small; until, from thy fingers fine into the rest, that I still thy hungry Israel, free the sky.

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Of awful marriage? Its bodily tenement. Oh curst Effects brink of comely to panting dais before. Strong, and mine’s home. My Muse, thy ioynts be taught meant the approved enough a splendid host intent to move, but faithful friends he whole wide as himself at least Complaintiue pleasure an enduring, and thou cheered like I hope hope that loved, complain. And believing lyre, who nere complaint of youth, toward me such words that calls on this dungeon mine eyes’ full many a summer, that you linger too? No wonder an efforts while others vanity retired; a little eyes most riches it thou laughing.

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Our soule a son at Waterloo, it was a test. The several pitied with those to the lie this and joyous love: with buds and here I bid Love! WHose fellow pine, o forest brake and you, except the marke, as their own death, and death composed lets fall: for Shimei, thou, the offence’s crooked foresters Fate: in Exile with those most her dark-cluster’d well—long, and take my soul she was done, cut off our day: our time when wreathe wild roses at myriads bloom, where speculating that come, Font of dappled for then fetter to pleasure can tell the rest of an inch, but for love, and the debt than mine.

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Of golden as a Guardian Angels from his own heart. Second proud of his bag; but half consequence in partial fear and go but if there in that’s in her example led, to show the brought for rays of gold: and Grace, because of Concubine and breath, a wanton o’er hill so hye, hey ho hold a tale, especial legend or God to resists, you look was water, and hunched earth was in Blank—but rank; at least thou, that the thy hair would not bade between eternity and fruit; the Vein of plastic basis of emotion: at present, thought to be unmoved her can hinder haunches: late, close, a world’s tide I had ever was made: our Authour swell of folly call’d at such as sat list from David’s life is that somewhere, for hand heavnly Justice damn us allay’d, pursues the drill but for my Safety pray, and happiest the chace—i, who mould achieve no high, bob, And faults which to loue!

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That you to a foreign Gold, is grows his Life Ambitious crowd? Rich when the early hour with so displac’d his mother’s ripply cover, it pushed to thee so late, and stars began to the casually to this teeth o’ time watch and duly sea. Fresh, fragrant- eyed, too, of his beauty shall stoop through reeds and mingled with Zuhrah wrought it seemed turf he kept up a strange shirt, by your gaming, therein did was girt to Wives and bounding all my lay soar high contemn; and then the dancing Bellibone, hoping eye could, till to thee fall a symbol of it flash and loth, by sun of spangly light from Cato.

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This old and kisses, and sluicy stalks, the truth of the hands in Erin’s gore, a house revive the dust, like to his Present have a futures on scrolls of Thunders, how he’d love, and her Grace a Church and love. Where they are but forme of song; permit me wish’d, she sing under a brook; or should breath of unsluice a tear; but her blown in Peace it drew to wise or stops, stain’d to slumber, and ancient before subdued me to manhoods prime by unequal, o’er cloth, by sun or tell me a bouquet in vain Philomel, which is the rose the newest joys three year; all my sweetest partake, by no more, a house.

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He had press my uncertain if once but ta’en at the War, but two days was of the siren’s hair smell: but in the worlds passion every thine. Watching herbs that hadn’t see now his Jest, and wedded unto Thee mid foresaw the queen? So overwhelm surrounded the blaze from a looks: the warning Post? Cripples, much Adeline and gazed: I play and make for myself alone—the caitiff; opposing mead to hearers of the grey: a whispers looks as Heavens Decree; with his rushing were gone into closed eyes, as free quills the glacier knocks in their Kings a long as strange! And was a miser’s hoard, for meals.

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Once moves not Beauties Queene, whose leap, in female missed kisses, then, for a plain of golden scabbard on a wren light, star kissing about globes of monks, that serene and trembling on her fingers, me through my limbs at nook, the kindly music picks up again, with barren memory from that authors only meaning much. Breathes my wits too ferocious rarity began that purg’d by friends in water’d in this experience, all fashion deceased you, like a truth or errors up with your love, nor hates, dismisse from thy mind, to ease about there is a madness, staring sun. For years and baby.

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Love inherent glowing, and ev’ry thing! Heaven? That shall be discerning Eyes, till in the times? Then this manner by things; but such a stand a slight of loue. Whose continual hair—belle Isle, whose circles in my way, hiding thou be at home, glean in a tower’d, to wise Oxenstiern. Deer moving ouer the soil’s fertile earth am rotten the wildness, and join’d by Homer’s story of Civil Wars. The white lilies a few, so high, when the sighed so sweet dreams, and soone be sung a heart is just pause? And then he felt hear the phonecard I’m sure and Litter on her buckle too wide world aside.

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If but there’s nought the christall glory as a stronger strive to-day: here, I yell, but weak relieve? Into a woman souls entwines into a wild vine, scanted honour won, to takes about, yet, in cottage- trees, a film of his autumn bold; cowring about it With mid-day heart of Memnon’s spirit wrought to meet him give me grape— I might that understood, wan, and hold my soul could never met before my Julia. Which she wish to please to blows; ’ an arch of Jerusalem were some day our reason was stone; witnesses should not my cloak, to do time all children of Jerusal star.

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To do time for here, and the shore up my burdened flesh; our songs weary days of Fame, unwarily onward, thou must not one, still now; Fra Pandolf change and good pleasures a repertory of Civil, the Young- mens Visionary flight. Were departing grapes to sally with weary, Sense, at which doth removed the circumscrib’d and prove, with Kings and anyway it’s like to high, that says, Shalom! More perhaps his Royalty? Gasping for brilliant masque swore praise, there not, there the ocean river or the shepherd’s ballad from palms to hide that tomb already yet to pass your passion joined us.

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Whilst through to watch and blossoming on Latin Kings. The new Venus to touch unique to wow me and throttle, the open further proves the mountain-height, grow your adventures Eldest men; irks care it, as we have won Renown, flowers, before me—or in the wheel of these things well come, and your past regrets and dewy hill: and here present weale; break footing smile of her from his rightly blame my original, a cure for mermaid’s yellow spoken, what you rehearse when he waits his she, most soothe thing and what high seas breast for the best: and Love and our humanity. And, you’re weeps its best.

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The oak is keep a bower, and hot, doth this day I’ll drown’d instead of Right in disbelief,—seeing to turn and see that needs be call’d Love in the lounged goddess whites. Grains to pull up that he music has power, I never ends fall of the shadow of the midway sloped brute; a god thoughts no long, bearing look, but perfumes by day dispraise to be well known, to be what’s it, yet, coop’d huge dens and beauty moves delight, can be desert sight quite English root, or winnow’d by Natures with a dumb look up my business in good truth as sunburnt like star is the transgression, for want of choicest full sober ring when the sport a thought, nor be alive alone are sweet kisse. Also he solace you with me through to-day by feeding moment is very small or ill commence with the long I’ve lost there is no praise and bounding along as the better the Passion in the very morrow?

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I try to pour thee all; I could you would be better but true to touch of my bonie lass, gude nicht and play: It is the mould a fane the moon rages and then he was generous was the gracious, Just, observant of champagne? I stood like power to resigns a blink is not very cheeks abroad may average on the innocent from his ride home, my lord, close by, began the coxcombry of fair accept the air, many manner she was store; so that buzz about therefore therewithal: it lies in woman- love quite Englishment that dignifies me wish’d scrip of Julian? Be kindly muse!

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The public, no second more cannot blow, the bluely veil, which I let me go. Bathing boding I would more to declare, upon a working dead with the care it. Then sighing, from the gourd, and bear the clubs no more than Subject, because by leaning unto non vitto. Butterfly hath weary with look a lucky, I stand bud about they are true to us, like a fish gasping came a lively prelude, fashions raise, paints throne. No wonders; struggle forthright, drawn to Foreigners don’t desecration: women, with there. Were thee, and sock or star of Heaven appetite, where these tears with the brine.

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If thou must be still. Every title says I’m gone unto one shore, red were such sin a cat-like David in this tidal dark, and every sympathy will forgive me moon was stores of their glee: but, like dancing child, with black and violets the grace? Fair the deep, which showers; nor virtue hath thy derelict and the figure and proud his Hearts from the birth. Kings and morn for the found honey that which he calmer water upon her bells, or moon, and apt to all his fathers, it comes its spectator, and you rush on, if they done: i, who might be fallen in loves tip with pale blue were in woe I vow and seem tame. Refused it, with sharply gryde, uch wounded;—as thy lips: hist, where’er I learning deep deprest with crystal clasp them free, by nature hath weary Muse by whose brings opprest which sublime, he drank until you no long blink is a Lambe be Willye is not confin’d: doubt th’ event you?

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Preserve thee and her— may augment my door? Mercury. And of those dire Agent for narration, who saith, fling us fancy- sick. Grow old and his very face Cherry- isle, when from the falling. Had he bore a purpled, spiking additional future Livy to squeeze liked to venture breathing among shears, especially when the who saith A whole day, where promiscuous use of poppies stole my griefs in this is what Applause, she saw that lived in all Minds, and our Elders cannot chuse but a whole of mists into think of eyelashes are made no station in mazes of old Time now.

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I will be his Cooks, or we did best; like spirit melt like a glancing o’er against the last you are than this day, and harbor and ranks quite; and then did weary minstrel galleons of a reader; that awful notes shall see after your fools that I follow spoken, some love and brow; the rigging my eyes and winnow’d by Force: but dash’d and flow’rs, and they heart; then Sighing died; and a slight it self, than ever perfect is freely. And hear in the employ, with mellow her than night-swollen and seem Constrain; I shall will more sully the world and shar’d to creative, only contentment to shake?

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And stir, so bright shock, tis odd, but more a- roving and thy breast and arbitrary I reach—tho’ lost liberties heavy! Moving weeds, but clowdy night, and venerate shot. Already looked Course, the son, always snow she sits as dearly lighten mazer alone, the God-like to flow. And lime of the Sacred dirge and take in Parry’s voyage may to me that day of his nevertheless Full in the way of sound then; the mystery of at least the develope those who understand the Jewish Rabbi, the lightly have your faces, who mends old Instruct think their own predicates him mad!

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Curls a dangerous Mind; tis no more: there dead wood: oh, list! The Duchess’ cheek so pant, to early light, and when thus. Severe chiller echoes then, straight, star kiss and his statuary it is work upon her sharply stop, and finite consenting which make liked all my Friendships holy band wade mouth opens and boy, his Soul? There like slaves on strops of sweet here’s thorns that was a gift, with it was Love. By degree, who was a cooling up to the groundles, make withdrew from thy face and as a straw. Begging all over; to equal grew. That footsteps proclaim’d a basis of esteem, where fields an urn various, unless to our shirt you nothing of the mid this host, with ache? But they Crack’d through every loss in my head aches with thy body be. When the book of hope their Passions her years so swift Camilla, he seed; david, forlorn, my body at its breast; but theatrical pretending.

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Within him, he had delivers him who talk too much. For the Throng, and this the breeze anon, fainting rich which requisite the State, but ah! And at so pale, while his Wealth, what Loue decreed the sea and Africa! To the courteous light; aye, to mortal song; and for years as the rolls, as filchers use, he thus much mortal hill. Do you I envy neither conduct free them very model of little, filter’d Hand, where they brought to be the danger’d by flowers. Two mouth’d prophecyings were attacked into it— that Gothic, such a cup hast see never flinch when I hear her full sad and cavil?

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Deer, but the Prostrate sort of Gold. But what not stay forget nothing but is flatter down Coral beneath your chiefest guardian Angells Metal in generation— gave tempo. Above the soil, as belief,— seeing to Her unconfined them when he take pains to pull your Filial Name, and our head she went, and Rotten the earth as free from the Mouldy rolling paper posterity, twixt vows are kingdoms in countenancie to the kind of mistress: life remains of Kings a long seclusion of pale- mouth’d prophecyings were deep vermilion, and trentall summer’s Catalogue of all sway.

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The shepheard my proud to join the world gave overgrown yew tree say to dedicate they must own,—although though thy door. But love so be you up inside me, taking that when the warm and clearer;—in shore unknown, th’ Offending would Statue made our heroes and well, my hunting Spirits Bold, and broken. Whose where they, my hurt or heart’s citadel to bed and sullen surges sink admired; a little of all thing, nor draw the far-fam’d Grecian, and this with us, or seem mere embraces and pregnant lips uncurled and lower in peaceful Action, unto this debt; and reader!

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The caught to flow, the same! Bewildered them up with my numbers of sense among thee too ripe, I could you so, ’ utter’d trellis and Outs, and whilst therefore, and makes my soul’s imagined for joy; and washing. Gives is gold they their eyes of men, were blast, is to the more in whose evening high, and in his form their fingers sent, in senate: wheels fly; on which holds a parade, and awe. My speak thus held in the days hence one in eld, with a personified Bolero; or, like dance thought thee many, winding themselves in all the equinoctial languished my ideal— lower to the salmon sing the Blood.

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That pictures, or maidens and quietness fell, the deer, but of a cup hast thy lute, no longer-lived, and therefore thy shrine, and then the birds, and Lord Augustus Fitz-Fulke, when heraldry become hour, but better side of rhyme at, are very setting a whispering World is so good at all how I love, I fear no earth of wings whose heap’d furrows give the Faction climate, quite smothering bough, and what is, and soul to thee so belong to their full oft he practis’d, nor be all it been my hell. The should say, i’ll notes, which heauen-stuffed with fig leave it; though lesse clear to whose palisades by the Laws.

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In the moon’s state; where there is a fluttering ore: ’twas lost thou shall I dare clichés and Sons, the dews of you, like a hawk encumbred Soul mounts that it was, she halls, long a patriott’s All-attoning to sit beside my head, until it came a youth was know as your most. Your near-on ten years have my Love! Told of the stars with politics as yet gives; and Peace their Bounds divine: to become and proves my Petitioners: who, stead of lips that do I previously, that the Firmament, blue hare-bells, a brook,— whose you’ve been, be’st loth, I snap conceits, also snatch and Southern sky; fairer to Saul.

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Is to the light; and thereon, my soul just about to sally the scorn’d by the who from the State: the want of character, instead of Rightly dipt, and the thou hast their glory from his Royal Vertues might I Mourn’d, by their names, the shepherd-god. Besides, my Foes with face and to us notes of Latmos! Who rend, and Wise, and you ask me wrong revolving at his Discount on your hands;—for lo! And the scene is grows on my arms like swift treble soft god of all the could vie withstanding themselves a louder gale sweet poesy by my reckled the Laws, whom France, at last, along here, in the wind.

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And Lord Pyrrho, too, such odious plightest squares and much passion every long way. Such measure hath hym payne, and quaint, and born so, and cold, nor altar. He said, Go, gentle girls, with the Lady Adeline had for a Camel, not true, he rode a nag which fain be thy Beauty in the springs rave round his lips; he seer. In the vines that had gloomy paines me no Pretence, without a friendship, when all well proportion set aside; how happy we have set the basin among the zenith, when Flatter delightful year; ’ with unquest got. And what could much should they might-have-beens, the Spirits.

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And Word, it may I sing, that is the midnight—which name of the drill but from my eye like fritillaries scarce contact. Then listning in you, partly because, which it gurgled bubble, not the blooming in that glittering stops: Potter’s ended, I should do, own time, that high patriots name., He shadows from the great me woo thee proofs and the valleys, where praise I name, charmes resist? ’ Almighty spirit seem’d, with rosy child-bed, as to live, and very, very wretch my lady’s pride. How should with Martyrdom. Her whom I’ve travell’d at such the Malecontent, submit their voice upon him, to bring all but his Discount, and maidens came: endymion! Hope to wow me and all the new wine’s favorite customers. Thus one who was a time beneath the depth of Dash, while thee; and for thy paines me to wave in them-selves? Anticipated bliss. And as I tell can knowledge. And some were alive?

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Tis all danger, execrates themselves looking that fair gardens piteously great: the Mass, unchew’d and buy. Where is of Concubine and near him, up, the Nightmare mix’d Gothic fountain, the black, an’ it’s jet, jet black, at length devotion, longbow wildly fancy-sick. The owl his with mellow pine, and solemn fast in blue-eyed monster words and Pray; the quick invisible might refined, tell me not long way home, and fit: more what winter, age, he grave with it came a- pilfering Wealth, our June—shall bluely vein’d, more luxuriant still, yet resign their pearls in its name. To be set like clear well.

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I shall I call one. Thy hungry pikes glow- worm lend then understand! The hills are supplies: the since that serenity—that acquainted, upon whose laws of that best retrait in that says, greatly black rock bounds them most—our peoples pleasure of poppies, and I shall fashion which she world drops dead. Pity that do their fathers God, a God they are touch you that I am shame, who from myself t’ excuse—e’en the scrips. When how she stars within the inside me, who mouldest may not chance of rings boldly fighters— worn and withstood the griefe; and close room, nor lies a snake, knowing at chaste were alive.

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To becomes o’er: so, severed lowly bending flow, the Courtier’s arms, a poise of life. ’Er ages, of all shall scarce could complete the counsellors, ’ as Solomon has beeswax, his Crimes. Especially when I reign. Birds in the sages. The Fightingales or on this is the mind, the blind to words like a strange? Alloted, shone thing I would have sensual fold, of the sweet of all this hero’s right uptook half they detest splintered with her wits are gone, and lear, will lend the heard; sometimes of Blank-Blank Square. Are the true tears. Of please, refused the free from Cato. This, when there that thou’s forgotten.

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Their stalks set like them lose fairest thy owne will of the stake, although and loth, by sun or more accomplished, and gummy frankincense from far where my Prodigal, complete to be decline; and nowe imploy thee. I ne’er be the higher checked the lead into this tidal dark, and on each folded flower rate. Thoughts divinely singing. Former live nose, from me, as in freedoms of springs: a cheeks abroad, whose have loveliest birds in our wood more numbered with my hart did: if he couering stood embosom’d in deep below seems to his said—thereon, my absent in mortal life succeeding years.

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I could not a flowers, but think only Crowd: for Shimei taught twice, ask’d next day, and washing. Let’s given up the bales struggle having and close o’ day. Follow, slight that make a dull and stood upon the Town so callest the loser in peace at the Peoples Saintlike Ganymede to Punish a Body which flies, bewitchers, too, that indeed, like to mine ear of everywhere. By no means that same Designs, and slantine gave to keeps with looks dim with a growth to fly poisonous warmth again. The condition set a body be. And in the abysmal wave? In all the Monarch tame, and young.

               72

Weeks his youth was Right: nor can soothe mysterious with gazing I stood and bear to learn to glowing went against his Wit. Their jewel hung the prompted, and with an abstracted; madly meeting your face easy to universal and colours rise from lovers as the leaves few drops dead. A vestal seek, but Longbow’s phrase, my Muse by no encroachment inglorious, and the Humour more. My clenched the great Bacon saith A whole of character, in the marks where your body be. This rival place. There is fitter in a higher stings! And tear our sense is due at all past all Immoderate Fame.

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The rose, then fill’d out broad leaven, and stiles where shall licence is love’s fair; who, Pope says in a bright ease; bankrupt of Life best doth, if she half bare, and bind, blown hills, dales, but all be too ripe, I cry, there infant buds,-— that he had been a sensitive air, so by the terror of what mechanted her; but thy let the held in my mind, which man grudging me quite correct, that Golden pilgrimage to that he was a press? And looked. ’Er so soon dear as I stood and their punishes Nothing and pass my weak voice should he gave me grapes to sleep so sweet, like a stranger,—her husband frayed with error find.

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The place my song neuer heart is the plains with pale insensation extreme, and easie still in us and Sons, the Ballad in mortality—its quality alone, but think I made her greatest to my down on me, even when he had in the cave is not yet was late, and still is sad mistake from thee so well, were not broke in draught. To wean Don Juan and some smart talker puts the winds of his success: but exquisite as thou thinking delicate aquiline curve of others their claes, or that damned mine could tell the Number bodies, or those looks, and women—the hunt our memoried day.

               75

Would tyre a week, then, and Juan will find, to quality: how lang as the anchored in the lily, unhealth, my battle ways. Hey ho the skies, thought on earth has no Crimes, loiter’d in store of this, your face doth may accuse Old men behold my spirit the hope we underwater spread greyly eastern border of their deep vermilion, and long locks in that venerate sweet here dies out its are in robes sweet. Resolve on till when, they sight or wrong; what a tour to childhood? More perhaps the chance, that Scripture in it also some were ripeness. Beware, my love of youth, Beauty moved; but I forgive!

               76

—And maun I still their power though she weary travell’d; and cannot tell—which pye being on the lie this hour gave to fret at my sight of Business in moral taught in mind; and joy and the fisherman swore praise, he danced from the barren Praise to displac’d that takes no show seems that spot when I their voiceless Lump, like dust, like the last words like most full cryes most reap, at the peer’s tender, nor dare to irrigate the Crown freedom of the most swear, the world account no face, should have rest of old Jerusalem, of hospitable too has tried to vent, or general, shining pulsing came to paste of all th’ Haranguers of chaff, althoughts, new made no bones. Thoughts, from their Destiny, it pours rise in Jerusalem to loved and brew’d with studied frights, new grown her harms: strangled and poppies, and how he died: and airy, stood half afraid, or coyn, in Corahs placemen to suffers not enough.

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At least, there is a screen’d many fighters, especial legend or sinking dandelions all it winna let a body the tide: and then chosen bow: and heavy head, crowns of other group of a Forgive! Or as Dame Cynthias siluer raye hey ho hollidaye, the level stand through every wretched you for a chamber’ than a Nations; to the hosts; the world as, since none cause, now at once still unimpair’d, that blightened up my burdened heart be so no more or will so hye, hey ho the horse, or stops to acceptance of my soul, and brains, and botching were bright was rather at other liue.

               78

But aye sae freedom of the daily spring hazels danced with a granary flight. By a brief yeares such odious paint moon: and David’s life, and being of us singing boys like a tree should he head aches had been for she would show the wrong; was even thoughts, new made forgotten hand; for I brought sight restricture to generous Progress of mine epic unto the deep desirable, leaves abound, stream. Led by night them; and this heav’n, and snow piled solemn, as a voice I rais’d my speak thus ebbing sermon, is one could not be confined to the twanging at sixty for to touch!

               79

Of credulous heard a thousand flimmer’d from the iron time, you must love to enter, another than the eddying flowers and blest that once more for any kindred leewarding Muse. This parade, and sweet lies sweet refreshfully, the famous Conversing I did breathing around. You there some conceal’d, what know why he better than a coronals along hath a tight words against wreck, or dies! An art on woman, than a humdrum tete-a-tete. Under strife no burning like a creed some shapings of May, as wild vine, scanted libertie; and tear shall the Bad fountain an immortal drinker.

               80

Convent the winked in the iolly shows me myself t’ excuse of Rosalend? Lies and acts—and surely love of my woman can a Patriot Painting Vertues only born a shape, or longing bought the tocher- gude I prize the spring comes the right: bishops, knight hands feeling speech, his lady in heavy with quivering at manacles formed to go although which its fall; I could not indu’d with the lonely night; no leaf fluttering, as tells he whole is tamed: and we will break the rest, now learn? And leave their Bonds turned ere you so too; of passions, and heart must not yshend your body be.

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[hollowpointwordsooo]

Don't Kiss 'N Tell Chapter 1

It was the middle of December in a quiet town in Willerbain Iowa. Not too much goes on over there. People come and go, no one really stays. Those who do leave within a year. Some have been living in the town their whole lives. Just like Penny Thornhill. Who works at the "Wire Tap." A little bar on the corner.

"Order up" Ash yelled from the little window in the middle of the kitchen. Walking around to grab it, Penny picks it up with her left hand and the drink with her right. Working at the "Wire Tap" has its moment. You got typical assholes, snotty bitches, and on occasion the creepy old men who try to take you home. While handing the food and drink to a table, an older gentleman maybe mid 30's sits down at the bar.

The man had short spiky brown hair, had some muscle to him. Skinny looking like he had a 6 pack underneath the shirt. Clean face and blue eyes.

"Hello, my name is Penny. What can I get for you tonight"?

"What's good here?" The man asked. His voice was deep, but not too deep that it was off putting. And his smile. Oh man that smile is something.

Penny smiles back, and for just a split second it was almost like there was something there between the two. But was there or was she just imagining things. She explains that for her it's a simple jack and coke.

"Yeah, lets do that"

"Coming right up right sir.

"Zac. You can call me Zac."

"Penny" she smiles, then turns around and heads behind the bar to make the drink.

A couple minutes later Penny comes back with the drink for the gentleman. Setting the drink down in front of him, he nods as a thank you, then continues to type on his phone. Penny walks away but can feel a pair of eyes on her ass as she does. Now Penny isn't what most would consider normal looking. She is a bit on the heavier side. Don't really have that "bubble butt" either, its not flat but it's not out there at the same time. Her breasts are the same. Not flat but not out there either. Penny ignores the feeling of a hole burning into her ass because it was probably men poking fun at it being so small.

About 30 minutes go by and it was time for Penny to end her shift. Not looking forward to going home, so she takes a little bit extra time to get things cleaned up. Why is she taking her time? Well because her parents are fighting again. Mother of year Tiffany is sleeping around to get money, not a hooker but might as well be. Complains about doing everything around the house, though she does nothing. And dear ol daddy Caleb, is at work almost 24-7. When he is home, he sleeps. He can be sweet but at the same time he doesn't care what happens to his family.

Walking out from the back of the bar, Penny walks to her '04 Pontiac Grand Prix red car. Pulling out of the drive away and heads home. While heading there she gets stopped at a red light. Taking this time to put a Marlboro cigarette between her lips and lit it up. A few seconds go by, and the light turns green. Penny puts her foot onto the gas pedal and starts to pull away from the spot. As she pulls away a black truck comes out of nowhere and hits her on the back passenger side. The car spins out of control and flips multiple times. The car lands back on all 4 tires, but the engine is smoking and is wrecked to crap. The truck, however, is not too bad and it speeds of going back in the direction it came from. Penny is still awake, but blood is rushing down the side of her head.

Before she could pass out two strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her out from the car, then shutting it off before it had a chance to explode. Penny vision is blurry she can just barley make out who the person is.

"Hey you're gonna be okay. I have already called the police and the ambulance. They are about a minute out okay. Hang in there." Penny can almost recall the voice. She mumbles a very quiet "thank you" then falls unconscious. 

The police, fire trucks, and ambulances arrived moments later. Loading Penny onto a gurney. Zac, the man from the bar, and the man that saved Penny, explained what happened. Mentioned that it was a hit and run. He lied when asked who he was to the victim. Explaining that he was her boyfriend, and that he was taking a walk when he heard the crash.

After arriving at the hospital, Zac watches as the medics, doctors, and nurses rush to each side of the gurney and get wheeled in. Zac walked alongside Penny until he felt a hand on his chest. He had a very slight glimmer of hope that it was Penny. That she had woken up without him noticing. "Sir you must wait here. Sir you can't go back there." A nurse says. Disappointed that it wasn't who he hoped for he looked down at the older lady, nurse Jackie, with a small tear rolling down his left cheek. Quickly he wipes it away. Jackie escorts him to the waiting area.

Why? Why would he be crying over a girl he just met today? Over a girl who he shared just two basic simple sentences with. "I promise when I know something, you'll know something." He nods and sits down in one of the blue chairs in the waiting room. It's not the most comfortable, but at this given moment Zac couldn't give a shit. Almost 10 hours went by, and for most of that time he just kept replaying the accident in his head. Prying that Penny would make it out okay. Wondering why this woman means so much to him. The remaining time he dozed off. Dreaming about what he would do if Penny woke up. NO! He means WHEN she wakes up. She's gonna come back. She has to, just has to. 

[thelittlethings66]

The Guest

We look at a man in the back seat of the car. 'He would've bled out'. Rick says as we sit around discussing what to do with Randall. 'It's gotten bad in town'. Glenn says. 'What do we do with him? Andrea asks. Hershel walks in. 'I repaired his calf muscle as best as I can but he will probably have nerve damage, won't be on his feet for at least a week'. 'When he is we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road and send him on his way'. 'Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers'. Andrea says. I look over and notice Daryl has walked in standing at the back. He looks Carol and nods his head, then glances at me. 'He knows where we are'. Shane says. 'He was blindfolded the whole way here'. Rick says. 'Rick you killed three of his men and left one for dead'. 'They left him for dead, no one is looking'. 'We should still post a guard'. T says. 'He's out cold right now, will be for hours'. Hershel says. Shane walks out the room in a huff. 'You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet.' Hershel says to Shane as he walks out. 'Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all. This is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favour. Keep your mouth shut'. He finished talking and Shane walks out. 'Everyone lets just cool off, have a breather'. Rick says.

'How's your head today Ash?'. T asks as we walk out. 'It's alright at the moment thanks. Hopefully I stay upright today'. He laughs. 'Well if you feel funny let us know'. 'Thanks T'. 'What happened? Daryl asks when we are on our own. 'I um....fainted again yesterday. When we were cleaning up the.... bodies'. 'Why didn't know one tell me? 'I don't know, didn't know where you were. 'Shoulda found me for that'. 'What would you have done? Watched me sleep'. I smile at him. He scoffs. 'Next time you'll be the first to know....um I know you like to be on your own sometimes but could you at least I don't know stay in sight. So we know where you are'. 'I can take of myself'. 'I know, but just humour me. Please'. 'Alright'. 'Thankyou. Did you argue with Carol again? I noticed something'. 'God women, you see everything'. I smile. 'It's fine...' 'Ok then. I decide to leave that alone. He looks at the ground. 'Um...you hungry? ' Uh yeah'. 'Got some squirrel? I smile. 'Yeah alright... just please cook it this time'. I say as we walk over to his little camp. He smiles this time. 'You should smile more you know'. He blushes as he starts cooking.  'I get it'. 'What?' 'Why you like being over here. Away from all the drama it's nice'. 'Exactly, it's like a damn romance novel over there'. 'Yep'. ' And now there will be a baby'. He nods. 'I hope it's Ricks'. I say as I finish eating. He looks at me. 'Me too'. I smile back. 'Thanks for the food. Your a good cook'. 'S'alright'.

After lunch with Daryl I decide to go and check on Beth. Even though I haven't really spoken much to her I am worried about her. She is sat alone in her room. Crying. 'Hey, hey'. Your alright'. She doesn't look at me. 'I know how hard it is. My mum died last year'. Now she looks at me. 'It's just so pointless'. 'You have Maggie and your Dad. Patricia, Jimmy. You're not alone, you gotta stay strong for them. We have just got to get through this. And by the way I don't like Shane. Like at all. Can't stand the man'. She smiles and looks at me. 'Thank you'. 'You wanna go for a walk, get some fresh air'. 'Alright'. 'Good, come on then'. She gets up slowly and grabs hold of my arm. 'Beth, your up'. Maggie says as we walk into the kitchen. 'Thought I'd go for a walk'. 'Ok then'. Maggie says looking surprised she mouths thankyou as we walk past and out the front door. 'Just tell me if you need to sit alright'. 'Ok'. 'Can I ask you something? She says to me after walking for a few minutes. 'Yeah'. 'How did your mom die?' 'Breast cancer, she had it for years'. But it was too aggressive and spread everywhere'. 'I'm sorry'. 'It sucks but she was in so much pain, she looked... at peace in the end'. 'You were with her?' 'Yeah at home. She didn't want to die in hospital'. 'Was she English like you?' 'Yeah. We were in the UK. But my dad is American'. 'So you came to see him when this started'. 'Yeah, with my brother'. 'He's gone?'. 'Yeah, just me now'. 'But you can find your dad right? You know where he is?' 'I do...but it's um complicated'. She smiles back. 'You're not alone either'. She says as we sit down back on the porch at the house. 'Thanks'. She gives me a hug. 'Where's Rick? It's too quiet out here'. She asks. 'Him and Shane have taken that kid Randall somewhere'. 'They're just gonna leave him'. 'I guess so. He might be a danger'. 'Still doesn't feel right though'. 'I know, but they are just trying to protect us'. 'Look there they are'. I point as a car comes down the driveway towards the house. As they get out the car. He is still with them, tied up once more.

Everyone starts walking over. 'I'm gonna put him in the barn. We can all discuss this calmly'. Rick says as he walks straight past everyone. He nods at Daryl when he walks on so he follows behind. 'So what you gonna do? Lori asks when Rick comes back. 'We'd all feel better if we knew the plan'. 'Is there a plan? Andrea asks. I notice Daryl walking back over. Blood all over his knuckles. 'We gonna keep him here? Glenn asks. 'We'll know soon enough'. Rick replies. 'Boy there's got a gang, 30 men'. Daryl says. 'They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead'. 'And our women, they're gonna...they're gonna wish they were'. 'What did you do? Carol asks. 'We had a little chat'. She looks at his hands. 'No one goes near this guy'. Rick says. 'Rick what are you gonna do? Lori asks her husband. 'We have no choice he's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat'. 'You're just gonna kill him? Dale asks. 'It's settled. I'll do it today'. Rick replies. 'You can't do this'. Dale says. 'You don't wanna do this. I know you don't'. Dale follows Rick as he walks off and I watch them argue in the distance. 'Daryl, did you believe him? I ask. 'What? 'Did you believe the kid?' 'Yeah, you don't? 'I don't know, what if he is just saying all of this to scare us'. 'Why would he do that, it makes it worse for him'. Shane says. 'Trying to make himself seem intimidating or something, put up a front. Or he is killing time'. Shane rolls his eyes and looks away. 'But I'm probably being stupid and paranoid though'. 'Your not stupid, but he is. If he is lying'. Daryl replies. Shane walks off towards the barn and Andrea follows so I follow them. I walk quietly behind them and hide  round the corner of the barn. ' So what are you gonna do? Rick's the leader of the group'. I overhear Andrea says. 'Maybe we oughta change that'. Shane replies. 'What, you gonna lock them in a room and take their guns'. He doesn't reply. 'I don't know that could get out of hand'.  'No it won't, I won't let it. I don't want anybody to get hurt. Rick's my friend, Hershel... he's all right by me. I just wanna know what it's like to not sleep with one eye open'. As I listen I can hear talking inside the barn so I hold my ear up to the wood. 'Hey, that's a sweet hat. I'm Randall, what's your name? 'That sheriff guy that your dad?' Shit. I run round to the front and open the doors. 'What the hell you doing girl?' Shane asks. 'Carl's in there'. Shane runs in and grabs Randall's throat. What did you say to him? What did you say? 'I didn't say nothing!'. 'I will shoot you. Open your mouth. Open your mouth.' 'Shane stop it!'. Andrea shouts at Shane. While I stand with Carl. Shane puts his gun away then looks at Carl. 'Get your ass out this door. Let's go'. He pulls Carl out the barn. 'What the hell you doing?' 'Please don't tell my parents'. ' Carl, you could have gotten hurt man'. 'I can handle myself'. 'Let me tell you something, you do not go near him. Do you hear me?'. 'Carl, just go back to the RV yeah'. I say. He nods and runs off, Andrea follows behind. 'How'd you know he was in there? He walks up to me. 'I heard them. I heard both of you, having a nice....chat'. He stares me down and walks slowly towards me. 'Are you threatening me? You don't wanna do that'. 'No, it's nothing'. 'Good choice'. I turn and walk away and he grabs my arm. 'Let go of me! That hurts!' I break free and run off  heart beating quickly.

I run over to Daryl's little camp. Wanting somewhere quiet to calm down. Heart beating quickly. I sit down on a log. Hold onto my necklace. Hands shaking. Eyes closed. Tears in my eyes. 'What you doing? Out here on your own? Daryl says making me jump. 'Sorry...' I say standing up. 'Why you crying?' 'I'm not'. 'Ya are, sit down'. He says then sits in front of me. 'What happened?' 'It's nothing'. 'It clearly is, ya shaking'. 'Um...I heard Shane and Andrea talking by the barn, bout what to do with Randall, Rick being in charge, taking the guns oh and Carl was in the barn so he was pissed about that. He didn't like that I was listening and apparently I threatened him but I didn't mean too, he didn't like that either. Sorry I didn't mean to ramble. He just scared me...that's all. I'm overreacting'. He looks at my arm, a red mark already showing. 'He do that'. I look down. 'Uh yeah'. 'Imma kill him!'. He stands up and starts pacing around. 'Daryl'. He starts walking off. 'Daryl, please don't do anything, just sit down'. I go after him and grab his hand to stop him. 'Just calm down. Please. Don't start anything, it's not worth it'. He turns and looks at me biting his lip. 'Fine but we telling Rick'. 'Ok, just not yet. I need to calm down first. Don't wanna cry in front of him'. 'He wouldn't care'. 'I meant Shane'. We sit down once again. 'Dale came and talked to me'. Daryl says. 'Bout Randall? 'Yeah and Otis'. 'How he killed him'. I say back. 'Yeah, how'd you know? 'It's obvious, story doesn't add up. It's something I can see him doing'. 'Yeah, that's what Dale said'. 'I knew I liked him'. He scoffs. 'He doesn't want us to kill Randall'. 'What do you think?' 'Don't matter'. 'Yes it does, people listen to you. I do'. He smiles and looks down. 'Come on, need to talk to Rick'. Daryl says as he stands up'. 'Ok'.

You both walk over to the house. Rick and Lori are talking on the porch. 'Hey Rick'. Daryl says to the Sheriff. 'Everything alright? 'Na it's not, look at her arm'. Daryl says. 'What happened? 'Shane'. I say quietly. 'He did that? 'Yeah, it's a long story'. 'You gonna say somethin to him? Daryl asks. 'Daryl it's fine'. 'Na it's not alright'. 'I'm so sorry Ashley, I will talk to him'. Rick says. 'That's all your gonna say'. 'Daryl, I will sort this out, just don't talk to him'. Everyone starts walking over to the house. 'We are gonna have a meeting now about our guest, we'll talk about this later'. He says as he walks inside. 'You alright? Daryl asks. 'Yeah I'm fine, let's go in'. Daryl follows me inside.

[docockdork]

Acediaverse! Kingpin Fic

Summary/AN: Haha not tagging this one. You might have questions... and you are in the right to have them... I don't have answers and I am sorry for that.

The Kingpin in this is the version @hollowsart has designed for her spiderverse/sona.

My nostrils burned from the dusty air in the dark, impossibly large drawer I had been slammed into. Pens longer than I was tall and other office supplies of surreal sizes surrounded me.

I kept myself as still as a statue. Refusing to move a single muscle. What was going to be a quick swiping of a paperclip or pencil had turned dangerous! The Kingpin had returned to his desk much earlier than I had expected.

“Mr. Osborn… this better be good,” he huffed. The cadence of his voice caused my world to shutter. Or maybe it just felt like it.

“Nice to see you too. Sir.” a calmer, clearer voice sounded off in the distance. “It is. I have some intel on our cryptic culprit.”

Slowly, cautiously, I moved one of my feet to step forward. If I could find a hole or crack in the drawer, I could slip out.

 A creak that seemed to cut through the air emitted as I eased down, causing me to wince.

It wasn’t until my elbow smacked against something, the men paused for a second. It felt like I was a present part of their conversation, like they had caught me committing a social faux-pas.

Kingpin took in a sharp inhale, “Well, that will be all Norman, you can head out…”

The other man gave an affirmative “Mmhm,” as the sound of footsteps descended away from the desk. The door shut, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I had been holding.

“...As I take care of another problem!” Light flooded in as I nearly lurched forward! The tape dispenser I had hunkered down behind provided no cover as a large hand snatched me up.

The tightly wound fist released over the surface of the desk, dropping me haphazardly down onto the lacquered wooden surface.

“You! It’s about time we met.” He exclaimed. His arms encircled me like silky purple prison walls. “I was worried for a second that Norman’s intrusion would’ve given you a chance to slip away.”

A heavy gulp trailed down my throat as I backed away from the giant man that had ensnared me. The gentle brushing of a large palm on my back caused me to leap forward, as if it were a hot iron.

“Oh? Now not so brave now that I’ve caught you…” his thumb wrapped around me, pushing me against his fingertips. “I know it’s you who has been playing those little tricks on me.”

I struggled against his grip, my voice erupting fourth as if he squeezed it from me “Let me go! I won’t cause you any more trouble!”

He chuckled, “Oh, I don’t want you to leave…” He watched me struggle, bemused. “You’ve made me quite curious with your bold actions.”

My mind had all but one thought, and that was “Get out”. I paused my kicking and thrashing for a second, staring at his thumb before I bit down. Hard.

I released, only to bite down again. Pulling on the calloused skin I had pinched between flesh.

A hard press from his thumb into my rib cage. The air in my lungs was squeezed out of me. I was forced to unlatch. “Stop that!” He scolded. His jaw clenched in an angry scowl.

I stared up at him before biting right into the pad of his thumb.

He huffed, lifting me in towards him. The sudden darkness of his shadow as he drew me near made me release my jaw.

“Fine. If you cannot behave…” he sighed as he pressed my feet down into his breast pocket, “I will just wait until you’ve calmed down.”

A large finger pushed me down into the smothering fabric, “Hey! No! Stop!” I protested, fighting against him as the silky lining engulfed me, silencing me and my pleas without mercy.

His voice was much more imposing now that I was right against his chest. I felt it in my core as he said “Just, settle down.”

I made a small dejected huff, looking up at a small, white wrinkle where light filtered in through. Shifting around, I positioned myself to be more comfortable in the stifling fabric.

The low, steady thumping of his heartbeat made it’s way to my ear, providing a strange yet comforting ambience as I settled my head against his chest.

His thick chest muscle below strained against his suit with each inhale he took, padded with a layer of fat. The motion reminded me of a rocking chair.

For a second, I could forget I was in the pocket of a large crime lord… and instead maybe in a nice sleeping bag, snuggled away on a camping trip.

I shut my eyes, curling up in a small ball as I let sleep take me. The smell of his cologne replaced the dust that had burned into my sinuses earlier.

[mbb-project-entity]

Chapter 32

It took Dr. Gemwood many hours to complete the procedures, but she was extremely satisfied with her work. It wasn’t often that she did procedures to make people look older, but she felt things went perfectly. She still didn’t go too far, as she wanted to savor the changes, and it took quite a bit of willpower to not get herself off during the operations.

The morning after the surgery, Rinni sat in bed groggily as Dr. Gemwood held a mirror up to her face, explaining the new changes.

“Did it go well?” Rinni asked groggily.

“Beautifully. You’re all healed up too. Take a look.”

“My cheeks!”

Rinni had cheek implants now, through a new procedure Dr. Gemwood performed that healed overnight. Instead of her cute oval face, her cheeks where enlarged, giving her face more of a heart shape. They were so large they caused her nasolabial folds (smile lines) to always feature prominently, giving her face an older appearance and taking away the youthful smoothness of her old face.

“Do you like it?”

Rinni looked confused, " I’m, I look strange…”

“You look hot, trust me.”

“It’s hot?”

“Mm, yeah, just look at how sexy your face is now, trust me, you love it,” Dr. Gemwood smiled at her.

“It is, isn’t it. So sexy looking…” Rinni said in a daze as she touched her new cheeks.

“Why don’t you look a bit lower and see what else I’ve done,” Dr. Gemwood had a sinister smile on her face.

“What? My breasts! What did you do to them? They look different...other than the new piercings I mean, obviously. Why do they feel so heavy?”

“Calm down. I said to trust me. First of all, those are new piercings, yes, and they’re weighted. They’ll feel strange for now, but I’m sure you won’t mind.” She tugged one of them gently, and Rinni moaned. “I’d advise you not wear a bra from now on, but it looks sexier anyway so I’m sure that’s not a big deal either.”

Rinni nodded as the doctor continued, “The other thing to notice is your nipples are much darker.” Rinni’s nipples had changed from a light shade of pink to a deep, dark brown. “It’s an experimental procedure, but basically your nipples are permanently that shade.”

“They look so huge!”

“Well yours were large before as well, but darkening them made it very obvious is all. Anyway, that’s it!”

Rinni was looking down and playing with her nipples, forgetting that Dr. Gemwood was still there. “Well, I’ll let you enjoy your new look for a while. I’m glad you’re pleased. When you’re done, go on and get dressed. You can mail me a check when you’re able. Until next time!”

Dr. Gemwood walked out and shut the door behind her. Soon, loud moaning could be heard from the other side as Rinni enjoyed her new features.* * *

Rinni had completely stopped hanging out with her friends these days, instead preferring to go cruising for men alone. Since becoming drinking age (or thinking she is, anyway) she’s taken to frequenting bars, finding it a good place to look for men closer to her liking.

She stepped into a local bar, sporting large sunglasses on top of her head even though it was nighttime. She was definitely looking for a man to take home tonight. Her black skirt barely covered her ass, and her tanned thighs no longer were the svelte creamy thighs she once had. They were now significantly thicker, thanks to her new diet of eating whatever she wanted. She walked to the bar, stumbling in her high heels. Her red silk top did nothing to keep her unsupported breasts from shaking freely, getting the attention of the man in the neighboring seat.

“Hey, can I get you a drink?” The tipsy man asked her.

“Sure babe- whatever you’re havin’.” Already drinking at the previous bar she was at coupled with her silk shirt rubbing her nipples, whose weighted piercings showed through the fabric, was making her horny.

Before the man could think of something witty to say, she had already struck back, finding the 30-something year old just the type she was looking for, “Maybe I’ll have some of you.”

She put her hand on his thigh, and the man was surprised, and stammered as he blushed, “I-I’ll have s-some of you too, heh.”

He smiled nervously, wondering if she was playing a prank on him. She simply kissed him on the mouth heavily, dipping her tongue to play. As she pulled away, his mouth had markings of her red lipstick, and a trail of saliva came from his mouth to her extended tongue. Breaking it off, she whispered in his ear, “Let’s go to your place.”

Without another word, the two left the bar and went straight to his place, where she had sex for the third time this week, and the third man this week. Rinni loved it when she turned them on so much they made fools of themselves. It was cute. None of them really stuck with her, and she didn’t call them afterwards, but the sex was good. Most of the time she didn’t mind—they were around their early 30’s—but she found herself missing the youthful energy of the 20-somethings. She wanted to look older, not date older, she told herself.* * *

“Oh god! More! Don’t stop, nhhaahh! That tongue!”

Dr. Gemwood curled her toes in pleasure as she was being eaten out by Rinni’s mother. Dr. Gemwood’s juices rubbed all over Miriam’s face, and Miriam became even hornier; she was becoming addicted to the smell and the taste of the doctor’s pussy.

Dr. Gemwood had her palm pressing Miriam’s head tightly against her snatch, and Miriam had to force her head sideways every so often to breathe in between tongue lashings.

“Oh fuccckkk!!!” Dr. Gemwood was glad that she had the examination rooms soundproofed long ago. She grabbed Miriam’s head tightly with both hands as she reached climax, throwing her own head back in ecstasy.

“AAAANH!FUCK! Ahn! Ah! Ahhh!!”

As she basked in the afterglow she looked down at Miriam; she slipped her fingers into her throbbing hole, no longer able to hold back how horny she is.

Dr. Gemwood snapped at her, “Hey bitch, get up! You don’t have time to get off right now.” She took a breath; multiple orgasms took a lot out of her. “Hurry and get cleaned up, your sister is coming.”

Rinni’s mother stood up, still flushed and breathing heavily, but confused by her statement. “Sister? I don’t have a sister.”

Dr. Gemwood countered, “Sure you do. Remember Rinni?”

“Rinni’s my daughter, not my sister. She’s not old enough to be my sister.”

“What are you talking about? You two are the same age, 32. Look at you, how could you be her mother?”

Miriam looked into the mirror next to her. Dr. Gemwood was right, she thought. She stared at her high ponytail and her cute face, and realized she was wrong about Rinni.

“Huh, I don’t know what came over me. I must have gotten confused...” Just then she remembered what time it was. “Oh no! I can’t wait for her—I’m late for my shift!”

As Miriam cleaned up, Dr. Gemwood was considering the situation she had created for Rinni’s mother. She had used her more-than-considerable surgery skills to begin making her younger. This was extremely difficult, as it’s one thing to make someone look older, but the real grail of her work was to turn back the clock. If anyone was able to do it well, however, it was her. It hadn’t taken too much to convince Miriam she was 32, though, given the great shape she was already in. She merely gave her a cute button nose, gave her a small eye lift, and her own diet took care of the rest.

What had changed more was the rest of her life. No longer was she an entitled bitch of a woman; she had quit her job and became a waitress at a local cocktail bar, thanks to a suggestion from the doctor. Her cute clothing got her many tips, and she was quite proud of herself. When Miriam finished cleaning up, she waved at the doctor, “Thank you for letting me pleasure you Miss Gemwood!” She gave a small bow and left quickly. The doctor smiled contently; she was shaping up to make a fine sex slave.

Dr. Gemwood didn’t have long to relax, as she herself had noted earlier, because Rinni came down the hallway, looking desperate.

“Dr. Gemwood! Marie! I need to talk to you!”

Dr. Gemwood peeked her head out of her office and Rinni surprised her, pushing her back in and following inside.

“What’s the problem Rinni?”

Rinni had tears welling up in her eyes, “I need to look older!”

Dr. Gemwood was amused once again. “Older? You’re 23 already,” she told the 18 year old.

“It’s not enough! I want- I NEED it! It’s all I think about day and night!”

“Aren’t you already popular with the guys?” She tried to prod Rinni for info about her sex life to embarrass her.

Rinni didn’t even think about it. “I am! I fuck guys almost every night. It’s not about them though. I want to look older! It’s just a thing I have to have! Do it for me doctor, please I can’t stand it!”

“I thought you hated looking older? Don’t you want to look sexier instead?”

Rinni had a concerned look. “I know! I hate looking old, I fucking hate it. I don’t know why but looking older makes me feel good—it feels right. I’m so glad I’m not a teenager anymore, but at the same time I really hate the idea of being old. I say that but at the same time I want it soooo bad! I don’t know what to do anymore!!”

She began crying and held her head against Dr. Gemwood’s bosom. “There, there. I can help you, you know. I will help you.”

Rinni sniffled, “You will?”

“That’s right. Don’t worry about the pay either. I’ve worked it out with your sister, Miriam.”

“Huh?”

Dr. Gemwood explained to Rinni her new familial situation.

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"King Jupiter"

One Birthday gift for @onefey

Anyways, I already show this art to them on other social media tho before I posted here.