#i broke my rules while shading her hair

[charlieeedieded]

Practicing artstyle on mine & my gf's ocs: Day 16

OC: Nadia Makowiak (she/they, 20 y/o, Polish 🇵🇱)

Flags: transfem, bisexual, transgender (pin)

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[softonshanks]

Underwater love

Characters: Shanks x female reader

Total word count: 1449 words

Plot: After a night of wild partying on their ship, the Red-haired pirate are drunk. Shanks falls out of the ship into dark water, but Y/N is ready to do everything she can to save her Captain.

Author's note: I was listening to this song, Underwater love by Faith no more and the title made me think about this dumb thing.

Let me know if you like it (: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

The air was quiet now. The party had died down, the last echoes of drunken laughter swallowed by the night’s swell. The ship rocked gently, cradling the worn bodies of pirates deep in their dreams. A few lanterns still burned low, casting long shadows across the deck.

Shanks sat on the edge of the rail, a bottle dangling from his calloused fingers. His vision swayed with the sea, the stars above him like pinpricks of light. He couldn’t remember when he’d had his last sip—only that everything felt warm, dizzying, like the world itself was drunk alongside him. Tonight, he recognized he had drunk far more than usual.

Y/N leaned back against a barrel, eyes half-lidded, watching him with quiet amusement. Her shirt clung to her skin, the salt of the sea lingering, but she liked it that way. The air was rich with the scent of rum and ocean spray, a scent she had come to associate with freedom. She was finally living the life she had only dared to dream about: no more rules, no more useless tasks—just her and her greatest love, the sea. Like the rest of the crew, she drank a fair amount of rum that night, but she left as soon as she felt the alcohol start to kick in. She didn’t feel like getting drunk this time; she just wanted to appreciate what she had earned: the beauty of the waves, the peace of the night sky, and the sound of the waves gently rocking their ship.

Shanks was laughing about something to himself, words slurred, his red hair wild as always. He tipped his head back and howled into the night sky, laughing and jumping around, spilling the rum from the bottle he was barely holding.

“Shanks, you should sleep,” Y/N called out softly. “You’re gonna fall off if you’re not careful.”

But Shanks was far past careful. He stood, balancing on the rail now, arms outstretched as if he could catch the stars themselves. “I’m the Red-Haired Shanks! I fear nothing—”

And then, predictably, he toppled backward, disappearing into the dark waters below with a splash.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She was already moving, jumping, and diving into the cold, black sea. The water engulfed her, a shock to the system, but she forced her legs to keep kicking, pushing her toward him. She found him quickly, his red hair bobbing in the water, a shadow beneath the surface.

His eyes were closed, but he was breathing.

“Idiot,” she whispered as she grabbed him under his arm, struggling to keep both their heads above water. He was heavy—dead weight in her arms—and the sea was unforgiving. But she held on. She always held on. Her arms fought against the waves while Shanks's body was pressed against her shoulders. Her legs got tangled in his long black coat, so she decided to untie it. She watched the rough fabric get swallowed by the sea before raising her gaze and noticing that the ship’s lanterns above had become distant, hazy spots of light as the waves closed over her head. Screaming would have been useless, and even if she could, none of the crew members would have heard her.

The night was long. The stars seemed to drift in and out of her consciousness as she swam, Shanks’ breath shallow but steady on her shoulder. The ship was gone from sight. The ocean was vast, but Y/N never stopped moving. Her muscles burned, her skin raw from the salt, but the thought of letting go never entered her mind. Not once. The horizon remained empty, the waves high, but she swam, breath by ragged breath.

As dawn broke, painting the sky in shades of soft pink and gold, Y/N saw a distant speck on the water. The ship. Their ship, anchored in the harbor. She pushed herself harder, her limbs numb, her mind fogged with exhaustion. By the time they reached the shore, her body was nothing but a bundle of aching nerves, and she had to bite back a cry as she hauled Shanks over the side, collapsing beside him.

When Y/N woke, the world was soft and quiet again. She was in a bed below deck, wrapped in a blanket that smelled faintly of smoke and seawater. Her body was heavy with exhaustion, every muscle protesting as she shifted beneath the sheets. It was then she felt him. Shanks was beside her, lying on the edge of the bed, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears. His face was inches from hers, close enough that she could see the rawness of his fear etched in every line of his expression.

“Y/N…” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper.

She blinked, her vision still clearing, and saw the tear that had fallen to his cheek. She had never seen Shanks cry before. He had always been the fearless captain, the one who laughed in the face of danger, who roared with laughter even when the odds were impossible. But now he was trembling, his eyes desperate as they searched hers, and she realized with a start that he was terrified.

“I thought I lost you,” he said, his words stumbling over themselves as if he couldn’t hold them back any longer. “You… you…”

“What happened?” she asked in a feeble voice, signaling him to pass her some water. He got up, still shaking, and grabbed a bottle of water to give her.

“They found us passed out on the shore. They noticed we were missing at dawn. Luckily, you managed to swim beside the ship for like three hours before arriving here.”

Y/N listened silently.

“Y/N, you saved me. I—damn it, Y/N. What if—” His voice broke off, and he shook his head, his hand gripping hers like a lifeline. “I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t…”

She lifted her hand weakly, watching him shed a tear on his cheek. “You’re a fool,” she said softly. “But you’re here. That’s what matters.”

His breath hitched, and he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. They lay like that for a moment—no words between them, just the sound of their breathing, the gentle rocking of the ship beneath them. The storm of fear that had been in Shanks’ eyes slowly ebbed away as he exhaled deeply, grounding himself in the warmth of her presence.

When he opened his eyes again, they were softer, though still glistening with unshed tears. His thumb brushed lightly across her knuckles, a touch so gentle it almost undid her.

“I’m sorry about your coat, though. Guess it belongs to a lucky fish now,” said Y/N to break the tension. She was just like her captain, always trying to resolve things with a joke, incapable of keeping it serious. This time, though, Shanks didn’t join her laugh. He greeted her with a small smile, still holding her hand.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I don’t need my stupid coat. I need you.”

She felt something inside her chest tighten, the emotion so raw and unexpected that she almost gasped. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, matching the rhythm of the waves. And in that moment, as his hand slipped to cradle her cheek, she knew. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, the heat of him so close. And when she opened them again, she saw the shift in his gaze, the way his lips parted slightly as if he were about to speak again—but he didn’t.

Instead, he kissed her.

It was soft, hesitant at first—like a man reaching for something fragile, something he wasn’t sure he deserved. But then she kissed him back, her fingers curling into his hair, and it was as if the dam broke. Every emotion they had pushed aside, every unspoken feeling, flooded into that kiss. It was desperate and sweet and filled with the ache of two people who had danced around this moment for far too long.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Shanks rested his forehead against hers once more. His tears had stopped, but his eyes still glistened with something she had never seen before—something deeper than affection, something close to awe.

“You saved me,” he whispered again, his voice rough but sure. “Not just last night.”

Y/N smiled softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, memorizing every inch of him in the early morning light.

“Then let me keep saving you,” she whispered back.

Shanks laughed softly, still holding her hand, knowing that it would be a gesture he would do daily from now on.

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Rayllum Month 2024! (2/13)

i’ll keep you close, give you the most

(July 3rd - Stay With Me/Don’t Leave Me)

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He found her while she was training. Backflipping over Marcos’ shoulder to sweep his leg and smirking at Soren, who whined with his head in his hands.

“Marcos!” he groan-called to the Crownguard now laying flat on his back. “How did you fall for that?! How?!”

“She’s… fast,” he panted, accepting Rayla’s hand up.

She tossed her sweaty hair out of her face. “Or maybe you’re just a shit teacher.”

“Why not both?” Callum called, smiling as he walked onto the field now that he wasn’t in danger of accidentally getting his head cut off.

Rayla smiled as she walked over to him, spinning and sheathing her blades with a flourish. “I think it’s both.”

Soren made ‘no-no’ hands, shaking his head even as an amused smile crossed his face. “Hey, no PDA on my fields. Crownguard rules, Step-Mage.”

“We’re not Crownguard,” Rayla smirked, propping an elbow on Callum’s shoulder. “I can’t help it if he can’t keep his hands off.”

“I have very poor self-control,” he agreed solemnly, slipping an arm around her waist.

Soren walked over to shove her a wet rag, shaking a finger in her face even as his frown broke with barely-concealed laughter. “Go get a room. C’mon, Marcos, we’ve been exiled.”

“My scout shift starts in an hour, anyway,” the darker-haired man agreed, offering a hand up in farewell to Rayla and a quick bow to Callum, and brushed his hair out of his eyes as he trailed Soren off the grounds.

Rayla spun to stand across from him, guiding him under the shade of a canopy. “Shall we go get a room? I do have to meet with Opeli later, don’t want to show up like this mess.”

“It would be funny if you did,” Callum chuckled, ghosting his hands down her sides to eventually take her pale, sweaty hands. “She’d hate that.”

“Mm, guess I’ll have to do it then. And in a really nice dress, too. Completely ruin it.”

Callum looped their arms together to walk her back to their rooms, taking his time doing so. His next meeting, one with the visiting High Mage of Del Bar, could wait a little longer. “So you’ll wear a dress to spite her, but never to look pretty for me?” A poke to her cheek to let her know he was teasing.

Rayla scoffed. “I could wear a potato sack and you’d think I was pretty.”

He tilted his head in agreement. “What can I say? You would rock it.”

Climbing up the winding staircase to their adjoined rooms in a comfortable silence, one he didn’t feel an awkward need to fill with meaningless small talk, Callum held her door open for her, bowing dramatically. “This is where I leave you, milady.”

She pouted. “What, you’re not hanging out with me?”

“I have a job, you know. I’d hang out with you all the time if I could, but…” He tapped her elbow with a shrug.

Rayla made a face. “Aww, boo.”

“I know, I know. But I’m free at four, okay? I’ll be here.”

“On the dot?”

“You bet.”

Her eyes dropped down for a moment, then flicked back up as she patted Callum’s shoulder, clearly having something else in mind. As he leaned forward, expecting, she cleared her throat. “See you.”

He caught that hand to lightly press his lips to it, lingering as their eyes caught, hers wide and unblinking as she stared at him with slightly parted lips. “See you.”

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[pauking5]

Song of the Sea

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Changing the register for a short drabble of my favorite mosshead. This just came to me as I was listening to hymn to the sea and I couldn't hold back from writing something. I've been planning my first entry for Zoro for a while now but this one just felt right. This won't be the last one and that's all I'm gonna say for now ;)

A joyous sea shanty echoed around the ship, from the galley to the prow and the deck above. The seasonal employed bard played his flute on a rhythm of his own, just about managing to drown out the sailors singing out of tune with their rigid voices.

The dirty beer bottle in your hand was half empty, the brown liquid swirling around in the hard green glass moving in a swirl with the gentle waves that rocked the ship. The late afternoon sun, warm and brighter than its been all day, coloured the sky in orange pastels, one reflection brighter than the other as another day was slowly coming to meet its end.

You and your rented crew just finished a long quest for a chest of pearls belonging to an old maiden that ruled a part of the southern seas. You found the pearls and the dusted skeleton of the maiden hugging it tight to her bosom. She didn't put much of a fight now, but the sword left at her side told you her previous visitors weren't as lucky as you. The sailors, though atrociously bad at singing, helped you sail and retrieve the chest. All done in exchange for a part of the winnings and a round of booze barrels they already sifted through. They were a comforting enough company, even though they were really loud and liked cauaing ruckus unprovoked most of the time. But you were glad that for one peaceful moment they were filling in the quiet of the late afternoon.

"They say there's a green light at the end of sunset," spoke a voice from your right. Unknown, not one that your ears recognized, you turned to its owner with a wary hand on the hilt of your sword.

You came face to face with a pair of round brown eyes, deeper than the shade of your liquor, and mossy green hair, making their way to your side. His hand grabbed the edge of the railing, leaning forward, looking out in the direction of the sun that was now halfway down to the horizon line.

Your senses must've been dulled by the booze, not at all troubled that a stranger you haven't seen before found his way on your boat. Well, rented boat. But for some reason his presence didn't perk your defense up at all. Not even a little bit. So you let go of your sword and leaned back on the wooden edge, directing your attention to his words.

"That's a myth."

Doubt coated your tongue for good reason. You've heard of countless stories surrounding the famous green light, from sailors lost at sea finding their way back home or spirits from the world beyond coming to the surface to wickedly haunt their murderes, but none of them made any sense.

"There's a little truth in every legend," he pushed.

"And what's the truth in this one?" you ask, eyes moving from the mast to lay on him only to find him already looking right at you.

"I guess you'll just have to trust me."

You chuckled in disbelief.

This random, annoyingly beautiful, man just showed up out of thin air on your ship, trying to convince you to seek creed in a myth that was never proven true. He was asking you to believe in a fable. Hearsay. You've been at sea for most of your life and you have never seen the supposed green light.

"The green light is a mirage," you argued. "It's not real. If it was real, you wouldn't hear about it from drunken sailors," you add, taking a long swig of your beer to chase down the odd feeling crawling up your nape that there was some little truth in his words.

His deep brown eyes gave you a long look, as if aware of the fact that you gave his words another thought despite your earlier conviction that he was talking of ghosts.

"Are you one of them?"

"No..." you say. But you broke into a giggle as you pointed at your bottle. "Not a regular one anyway."

He chuckled at your reply, smile stretching wide like a tide, eyes turning into crescents of daylight.

"Then wait for it and see for yourself," he says, smiling at you.

In that moment, between a wave hitting the lower deck and your eyes landing on him again, you swore you could see the tiniest speck of a weird light reflecting in his eyes, slowly moving to illuminate the rest of his face. That same light entered your peripheral vision, making you turn back to the horizon. A gasp burst from your throat, fingers tightening on your bottle to not drop it.

There it is.

Shining brightly with the middle body of the sun sunken below sea, shimmering in specks of a lively green, dancing across the skyline.

I'll be damned.

The green light is real.

He spoke the truth.

A shaky hand made its way to your mouth to cover the new gasp of surprise that left you. Goosebumps raised on your arms as you watched the rare phenomenon happen right before your very own eyes with the man on your right. The crew was too far gone to notice either the fable before you or the very invisble, noticeable only to your eyes. As if he himself was a figment ripped from a tale dedicated to non-believers.

"Maybe the sea sings back to us," he says. "All we need to do is just listen closely and hear her call."

You let your eyes linger on the green light a moment more, then spun around to say something only to find the mystery green-haired man all but gone.

Like he was never here.

Stumbling over your legs that suddenly weighed heavier than lead, you walked to each member of the crew and shook them sober, desperately asking about the green-haired man's whereabouts. If anyone else saw him and you didn't just imagine him from all but two gulpd of cheap beer. But all you got in response were confused stares and whispers that you were indeed seeing things.

"There's no green-haired man on this ship," said the bard. He was the only person that wasn't heavily intoxicated at the moment. He's been with the crew the longest and knew each one by mother and middle name.

There was no record of a green-haired man in the crew, or any man that might have matched his description. The man was a ghost.

Frantic and bewildered, heart thundering louder than the glassy thud your bottle made hitting the almost dull disposal barrel, you ran and searched the kitchen, the sleeping quarters and the gallows below. You turned each makeshift bedding hanging from the ceiling, rearranged the gunpowder crated, flipped the cannons inside out. Breathing lost, caving under your rapid search, you stopped and glanced into the darkness swallowing the last of the light shining through the cannon room.

You found absolutely nothing that could belong to the mysterious man. There was no trace of him anywhere on the ship.

Like he was never here.

You ran back to the deck, returning to your earlier spot to see the remaining rays of green drowned in the grey dusk of the clouds.

There was no way you could tell if both the green light and the man were real or a concoction of the beer you were drinking. Not like you drank a lot or couldn't handle it to lose your mind so fast.

But there was one thing you were sure of. They felt real. Way more real than that chest of pearls.

And you would wait tomorrow, the day after that and so on until you would see both of them again. Even if you had to sail to the end of the world and back. You would listen to the sea speak through its current until you found the right frequency.

Until it would sing back to you of the green light and the green-haired man.

Thank you for reading :)

[rjthirsty]

Just Once

Jin/Dahlia (OC)

Words: 3.8k

A/N: I wrote this for Smutember last year. You can find a full list of tags on my ao3 post. Dahlia, at the time, was still canonically MC, but she has evolved since then. CW: Smut, smut, smut.

Jin led Dahlia through the gardens, deeper into areas so overgrown it looked like no one had been there in years. The scent of roses grew thicker as the world around them grew dimmer from the canopy of plant life blocking out the afternoon sun. It was like they were wandering into a wonderland, and Dahlia couldn’t help but look around in awe at the difference this place felt compared to where she had been studying with well manicured shrubbery and picturesque floral arrangements.

Jin pulled a sucker from his pocket and popped the candy in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and letting it click against his teeth as he tucked it into his cheek. His sharp eyes watched the woman in the garden who was completely unaware he was perched near a tree, covered in the shade offered by it from the midday sun. She was absorbed in a book, sitting on a settee, and judging from the way she hadn’t lifted her teacup since he had begun observing her, it was likely empty and she had been there for a while.

Dahlia had come to the palace a few weeks ago and was recognized as Belle for the process of choosing the next king of Rhodolite. It was a custom the kingdom held where a commoner with a pure heart would see the truth in the princes eligible for the throne, and pick who would be next to rule, getting rid of the scheming and backstabbing that had taken place in fights over succession a long time ago. While it had worked for dozens of ascensions, Jin couldn’t help but worry about a repeat of the last Belle.

So, he had taken it upon himself to watch over Dahlia and prevent another series of unfortunate events from befalling such a lovely young woman.

Dahlia let out a long sigh. Jin could tell she wasn’t even aware she was doing it, clearly the studying was getting to her. Deciding it was time to encourage a break, Jin moved back onto the path and leisurely strolled towards Dahlia.

“Now what has a pretty young lady like you frowning so deeply?” He called out before he got too close, giving her time to acknowledge his presence so as not to startle her.

Dahlia looked up from her book and blinked at the sunlight that showered down around Jin, instantly smiling when she recognized him. “Nothing your company can’t chase away.”

“Mm. You’re sweet talking me already. Looks like I’m not the only one feeling lucky we ran into each other.” He sat down on the settee, taking up a spot close enough to Dahlia that he could hook an arm around her shoulders.

Dahlia had grown accustomed to Jin’s constant flirting and friendly behavior. When he set his arm on her shoulders today, she didn’t push him away or move elsewhere like she had when they first were getting acquainted. She’d learned that while he might say some incredibly lewd things, he never physically crossed a line once it was drawn. It was an odd pairing, the way he seemed to respect her (and other women) and yet he was the biggest womanizer she had ever met.

“Jin, if I say good morning to you, you think I’m sweet talking you.” Dahlia said pointedly with a smirk.

“It’s the way you say it; everything sounds sweet when it comes from you. Sweeter than Yves’ desserts.”

“Come on, I know you’re just being nice. No way you’d ever give up a dessert from Yves.”

“For you, I would.” Jin looked down at her with a look that felt more truthful than his usual teasing. He looked… serious.

He was serious. While they hadn’t known each other long, the more Jin got to know Dahlia, the more he felt a desire to protect her and her smile. If something as little as giving her his slice of the pie would keep her happy, as much as he really loved pie, he’d give it to her. It was a small price to pay.

Dahlia broke eye contact, glancing away and tucking her hair behind her ear in an attempt to hide behind her hand. The implication in Jin’s gaze was too much for her to bear at the moment and she wasn’t sure how to handle it.

They fell into silence, despite the awkwardness that she was feeling at his words, the quiet was comfortable. The day was warm and the sounds of the world were soothing. Tension melted off her shoulders and she leaned against Jin, his heat and proximity a soft blanket for her to fall into.

“What do you say we do something a little more active?” Jin murmured above her ear.

Dahlia raised her eyebrows but didn’t look up at him. “Are you propositioning me again?”

“If that’s how you want to take it, I’m willing and ready.” Jin’s smirk could be heard in his voice. “But I meant stretching those legs a bit.”

Dahlia nudged Jin in the ribs with her elbow. “You’re such a tease, Jin. But I could use a walk. I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting here.”

Jin set his large hand on Dahlia’s head and gently brushed his fingers through her hair, taking a moment to enjoy the way they sat together pressed against each other. Dahlia made no move to stand while he pet her, and he liked that. He was developing a soft spot for these little moments of intimacy between them, and for just a little longer he wanted to stay in this moment.

“I’ve got just the place in mind.” He untangled himself from Dahlia and hoisted himself off the couch. Like the perfect gentleman, he turned and offered a hand to Dahlia, who took it with a smile.

Jin led Dahlia through the gardens, deeper into areas so overgrown it looked like no one had been there in years. The scent of roses grew thicker as the world around them grew dimmer from the canopy of plant life blocking out the afternoon sun. It was like they were wandering into a wonderland, and Dahlia couldn’t help but look around in awe at the difference this place felt compared to where she had been studying with well manicured shrubbery and picturesque floral arrangements.

“Where are we even going, Jin?” She asked in a hushed murmur, feeling the enchantment would shatter if she spoke too loudly.

“There’s this place back here. A long time ago one of the kings built a little hideaway where he could meet his mistress.”

“Why am I not surprised you know that?”

Jin gave an easy laugh before stopping and turning towards her. He placed a hand over his heart and knit his eyebrows together. “I’m hurt, Dahlia. What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying you are the type to lead women to secluded places made specifically for a tryst.”

“As fair as that is, I haven’t brought anyone here yet. You’re the first.” He smiled and resumed their journey, his hand holding hers and Dahlia felt another flutter in her heart in his promise of her being special.

Jin released Dahlia’s hand and inspected an old looking gate. With a hefty push, it groaned open giving him enough space to duck inside, and more than enough space for her to make her way through. On the other side were the remnants of a secret garden. Benches and outdoor furniture carved from smooth stone were set under a trellis that had long since become a thick veil to block out prying eyes.

Jin and Dahlia both slowly wandered the area. It must have been beautiful once, they could see the original design under the years of miscare. Even now it still held a solemn tranquility. The dappled light that came through revealed several varieties of flowers, not just roses, and there was a soft babbling of water somewhere off in the distance.

“I didn’t know there was a stream near here.” Dahlia whispered in awe.

“I have to say I’m impressed.” Jin spoke in his usual register, but something about his voice felt right in the area, like he belonged there.

“You haven’t been here before?” Dahlia spoke a little louder, trying to match Jin’s volume.

“I never had the reason to.” Jin wandered a few more steps into the shrouded alcove, looking around before his eyes came back to meet Dahlia’s.

Dahlia watched him. Jin was often hard to read, a contradiction between what he said and what he meant. She had spent a few weeks with him and the other princes, and something she had learned is that he often had his own considerate and caring reasons hidden behind acts that seemed selfish and self-serving. But figuring out what those motives were was the hard part, because he painted his behavior as something carefree, not calculating as the case was.

“What’s the reason today, then?” Dahlia asked cautiously. Curiosity had her wondering if everything he had been saying today was the usual Jin, or if the hints at her being special was closer to the mark.

“Isn’t finding a quiet spot for the two of us enough of a reason?” Jin asked in return. It wasn’t really an answer, but another way for him to flirt while creating an emotional distance between them.

He enjoyed his time with women, and he showered them with affection while they had their fun, but he was always up front about not falling in love or making a good time a repeat occasion with anyone. Deep down, he didn’t want to burden someone, or himself with the expectations and heartache that came from relationships and attempting to create a bond with another person. People were complicated and messy, and he knew he was enough of a mess for anyone to easily handle.

“It is… if that is the reason.” She punctuated her words with her doubt.

Jin smirked and crunched the sucker in his mouth, tossing the stick aside as he swaggered over to her. “Think about it, Dahlia. Out here there are no prying eyes, you can let go for a while, stop worrying about everyone watching you and judging you. You don’t have to be Belle. Just a woman.”

The thought was enticing. Comforting even. Her life had been so ordinary before coming to the palace, and every day since had been burdened with expectations of etiquette and requirements of proper behavior. It was rare she had a moment to just exist without the pressures of the task she was beholden to.

Dahlia tilted her head as she watched Jin move closer. “You know I know you’re more kind than you like others to think you are, right? I see through your act.”

Jin laughed. He hadn’t expected her to come out and say it. He had a feeling with the way she looked at him on occasion that she saw the truth of him. That was what Belle was supposed to be able to do, or so they say. But still, he hadn’t thought she’d tell him straight that she knew he put more thought into his actions than he pretended.

“I had a feeling. You’re sharp. And smart. I’m really no match for you.”

“Jin… don’t flatter me. I don’t need you to dress up your words.”

“Alright. You work hard, Dahlia– too hard. I wanted to treat you.” Jin’s smirk faded. He let the charming, breezy mask fall. Care and concern were reflected in his wine-colored eyes. Little did he know this only made him more charming.

“So you took me out here. Just you and me. And then what?” Dahlia slowly laid her thoughts bare, giving Jin the same honesty he was showing her.

“Nothing expected. I can even sit outside the gate if you’d rather be alone.”

“No.” She answered quickly before he could offer any further help in the form of isolation. “Please. I like your company.”

Jin felt a pang in his chest. It had to be incredibly hard to have your life upended and stuck in a place with a bunch of strangers while the entire country’s future was put on your shoulders. He just wanted her to breathe a little, not feel so overwhelmed with her obligations.

He was standing in front of her, looking down at her and she met his gaze. He brought his hand up to her cheek and lightly brushed his thumb against the apple of it, cupping her face in his hand to offer some form of comfort. If she was willing, he would have kissed her. In the arms of a lover, comfort was easy to find. There was nothing a person had to hide when in the throes of passion. But she had turned him down before, and he hadn’t pushed since.

Dahlia layered her hand over his. She was touched with his consideration and thoughtfulness, and a vulnerability was threatening to expose itself from within her. His warmth spread through her, both from his hand and his words that had touched her heart.

Time slowed to a crawl in their secret garden. Two people escaped the responsibilities foisted on them by the world. They stood face-to-face, silently connecting.

“Dahlia… can I kiss you?” His voice was a husky whisper.

She nodded. Her hand ran up his chest, finding the fold in his lapel and closing into a loose fist around it. He was so much taller than her that she leaned to lift on her toes to make it easier for them to make contact. He bent forward, letting her fist in his jacket guide him closer.

The way their lips touched was soft and sensual. A whispered symphony between the two of them. The sound of their shared breath started the sonata. The soft scratch of fabric in Dahlia’s hand as she clutched Jin tighter was the second movement. The rustle of Jin’s fingers through Dahlia’s hair as he moved his hand from her cheek began the minuet. Their kiss blooming into tongues stroking and twining brought on the rondo allegro.

When they finally parted, they hovered near each other. Dahlia sighed and Jin attempted to breathe it in, the sound as erotic as the taste of her. He pulled away after a few seconds, looking into her eyes with desire in his and need in hers.

“... What now?” Dahlia breathed.

“Whatever you want.”

Dahlia kept her eyes focused solely on him. While no sound passed through her lips, the way she was looking at him was telling him so much. She pressed her lips together, keeping her thoughts from being voiced before she was ready to act on those carnal desires. Jin waited, giving her time to work through what it was she needed to before they left matters like this or moved to more illicit affairs.

“Just once, right?” Dahlia posed a question Jin hadn’t expected.

“It’s one of the rules I live by. If that isn’t your thing then–”

“No.” She interrupted. “I want it to be just this once. No expectations beyond now.”

Jin’s eyes went wide for a moment, he also hadn’t expected her to say that. “You’re sure?”

Dahlia nodded, biting her lip. The way her teeth dragged across her rosy lip was arousing in a way Jin hadn’t seen her before. He tore his eyes away to glance around their surroundings, his sight setting on a stone bench. He stripped his jacket off as he made his way to the steady slab, draping it over the weather-worn and time encrusted bench. Then he took a seat, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and untucking it to let it sit loose and open, baring his chest.

Dahlia timidly followed, eyes dancing over his body. She stopped in front of Jin, toying with the collar of his shirt between her fingers. Slipping off her shoes, she pulled the hem of her skirt above her knees and straddled his lap. Her heart was racing faster than it ever had. She could feel the flush in her cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from anticipation.

Jin set a hand on the small of her back, helping to keep her on his lap. “Hang on, hold still.” He said as he slipped his other hand between the two of them.

For a moment Dahlia thought things were already starting since Jin’s hand went straight to where they were connected, but as she felt him moving against her she realized he was unbuckling his belt. She burst into ringing laughter, the tension she was feeling slipping from her like her shoes had a minute earlier.

Jin smiled, watching her relax in his arms. “That’s better.” Seeing Dahlia let go of that coil that had been tightly wound inside her was rewarding on its own. He touched his fingers under her chin, bringing her attention back to him where he could see the light shining in her eyes. “You have no idea how radiant you look right now.”

“I said I didn’t need flattery, Jin.”

“It’s the truth.”

Dahlia lightly gasped, and Jin pressed his mouth against hers. He kissed her deeply, wanting to leave her breathless. She answered back with equal enthusiasm, letting him explore her mouth while she swirled her tongue against his. Jin’s hands deftly undid her blouse, carefully gliding down the row of buttons to pull her shirt open like his was. His large hand squeezed her breast, corset be damned - he didn’t seem to care about the extra material between his grope and her body.

She let out a moan, the pressure and heat from Jin’s firm cupping of her breast began to build a pressure and heat in the pit of her stomach. Dahlia rocked her hips against him, looking for the sweet brush of his manhood against her.

Jin kissed the side of her mouth, peppering smaller kisses down her chin and neck. She leaned back to accommodate and Jin withdrew her teat to end his line of affectionate pecks on her nipple. Her nipple perked, stiffening from the sensation and cool air. Then Jin’s mouth was on it, tongue twirling and stroking as he sucked, squeezing her bosom in his hand.

Dahlia undulated in Jin’s lap, feeling his erection harden from her grinding. She clutched at his shirt, using him for leverage while he ravaged her breasts with his mouth and hands. He moved from one nipple to the other, giving each equal attention, but the adoration lavished on her chest was rendering her frustrated. Her cunt ached, her clit demanded attention, and the relief she was seeking in this clandestine coupling was being held hostage with Jin’s favored foreplay.

“ Jin. ” Dahlia begged. But Jin didn’t relent. He enjoyed the way his name sounded in that heady and desperate voice. He liked the way she was dragging herself against him. He wanted to savor the build up. Until he felt fingers in his short hair and Dahlia tugged his face away from her breasts.

Another surprise he hadn’t anticipated, and he stared at her. She was panting and looked at him pleadingly. He couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips seeing the need in her eyes, the need for him. “Alright,” he breathed against her, capturing her mouth once more.

Jin moved his hand to her back again, offering support for the both of them as he leaned away from her enough to snake his other hand between her legs. He hooked his fingers under her panties and rubbed her slick pussy. Toying with her clit, Dahlia began to moan in earnest. He almost didn’t have to do anything as she worked herself against him, both his hard cock beneath his pants and his fingers inside her underwear.

Dahlia’s voice was growing louder, and he was suddenly struck with the desire to see how loud she could go. It was unfortunate they didn’t have room to maneuver where they were, everything was caked with decades of neglect and he honestly didn’t want to dirty Dahlia’s clothes. He kissed her again and again, stealing her moans to claim as his own. The sound of her was provocative, inviting a haze of lust that blanketed his senses.

Jin dragged his hand from Dahlia’s sex and freed his dick from his pants. He tugged her panties to the side and probed her wet folds with the head of his penis, spreading her lubricant on himself. Dahlia rose to give him room, lifting from his lap to position herself ready to sink onto his cock. He held himself as she rocked his shaft into her, slowly taking all of him and pausing once she had returned to his lap. She throbbed against him, squeezing him between labored breaths.

He took Dahlia’s waist, grasping firmly to lead the dance that was to come. She wove her arms around him, nails grazing Jin’s skin as she brought her hands to his back under his shirt. With the two of them set in their positions, Jin began rolling his hips to pump into her, his hold on her hips guiding and dragging her against him with every receding stroke, and excited thrust.

Dahlia dug her nails into Jin’s meaty shoulders. She clutched at him, desperate to keep hold on something that would keep her grounded and prevent the wave of pleasure from overwhelming her. Jin moaned in response, and it seemed her attempt had backfired as she rolled her eyes back on hearing his enjoyment because of her.

She raked her fingers down his back, and Jin only grew more savage and bestial, his groaning and grunting overtaking her. Dahlia grew louder, too. They built off each other, each sound and movement layering over the previous, rendering them a gyrating mess of scratches and thrusts and gasps and sweat.

Dahlia had lost all sense of reason, bouncing on Jin’s cock and hugging him to her. Jin was in the same state, pushing into Dahlia’s cunt until they were grinding pelvis to pelvis and still feeling like it wasn’t close enough. The marks she was rending on his back called a primal urge from within him to make her his as she was making him hers.

Dahlia peaked. Her back arched and her nails bit into his flesh even deeper. Her walls convulsed around Jin’s dick, animating him further into an unsteady rhythm that drew out his orgasm. His sticky cum roped into her and he throbbed deep inside her, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He was too high to come down easily, and he nuzzled against Dahlia, not wanting the feeling to fade so quickly. His hands caressed her back, gently petting to try to calm her as well. Dahlia was collapsed on his shoulder, her hands smoothing against the marks she had made on him.

They sat like that for a long time, long enough that Jin had grown soft and when he finally fell from her pussy, they stirred and began disentangling themselves from each other. Neither spoke a word as they righted their clothing, putting themselves back together. Dahlia’s hair was a matted mess, and Jin combed his fingers through it, setting it into something close to presentable. It was a far cry from a proper brush, but it would have to do.

He gently pressed a final kiss against her forehead and took her hand to lead her back through the gardens to return to her life as Belle. Dahlia followed with a soft smile.

[livelaughnarnia]

better luck next time

warnings : a badly written duel/fight scene, slight angst at the start cuz they miss each other

word count : 1.2k

edmund stepped out of the portal in his own world, already missing her, missing narnia. he was so glad he could go back, but him and lucy didn’t know how long they would have to wait this time. they didn’t know if it was going to be a few months or a few years, but the time they were back in their own world was spent thinking about narnia.

y/n and caspian were busy at work leading a kingdom, and yet still they found time to think about their lovers. y/n and caspian weren’t siblings as such, but they had grown up together in such a way that anyone who didn’t know them could mistake the two for siblings. y/n was the child of caspian’s uncle miraz, which you would think would mean the two would be enemies, but y/n had in fact been raised by the professor working in the castle, her mother and father having only been young royals when she was born. y/n and caspian had been friends since they could remember, always doing everything together, so it was no surprise when they decided to lead narnia together. y/n, despite being intelligent, was much better with her sword than with a quill. therefore caspian was left to political matters while y/n was left to deal with military matters, a subject she enjoyed thoroughly. the two also knew how to throw a party, growing up inside the castle they had been to their fair share of balls and other various events. currently, both were aboard the dawn treader, one of the finest ships narnia had seen. drinian, the captain, was a master of the seas, he had been sailing most of his life and the two royals trusted him with their lives. the rest of the crew was composed of relatively normal sailors and narnians. the dawn treader hadn’t been sailing long and conditions were good, but the royals were looking for something in particular. something they couldn’t find in their own land.

water began to rise around edmund, he watched as it took his sister under and soon his cousin eustace too. he swam up, watching the room they had been sat in disappear around him. eventually he broke the surface of the water, shouting for lucy he shaded his eyes from the bright narnian sun, watching as a large ship came towards them. “ed! edmund!” he heard lucy shout from behind him. he turned to see her and eustace, swimming towards them and away from the ship. “who do you think is on the ship?” lucy asked, trying to keep herself afloat. they watched as crew began to dive from the ship, swimming towards them, eustace began to panic, and they all began to swim away from the crew. “it’s alright i’ve got you.” said caspian as he grabbed lucy, stopping her from slipping under the water. “caspian!” lucy shouted, excited the see the young king again. “let’s get you back on the ship ay?”

“caspian it’s great to see you again!” said ed, “if your here, where’s y/n? did you leave them to rule while your gone?” he asked curiously, hoping y/n was in fact on the boat too. he had missed them so. “i’m right here ed!” they exclaimed from behind him. he turned and enveloped them in a hug. “i’ve missed you.” they said in unison, giggling like lovesick teens. “y/n here didn’t come to save you as they didn’t want to get their hair wet!” caspian laughed. “hey! cas, you know i only managed to get it to look good today! i wasn’t ruining it!” they retorted, turning to lucy and pulling her in for a hug, “i missed you too, lu! don’t tell ed but your my favourite sibling.” they whispered. lucy laughed returning their hug before eustace screeched out. “you better tell me what’s going on right now! i’ll report you to the british consulate! have you arrested for kidnapping!” y/n began to chuckle at the boys outburst, walking towards him and reaching out their hand. “queen/king y/n of narnia, welcome to the dawn treader!” they smiled warmly at the boy, trying hard not to giggle at the boys reluctance. “eustace scrubb, those two over there happen to be my cousins, theyre always going on about this place called narnia, quite annoying really-” he was cut off by a minotaur “your in narnia boy!” eustace turned, and before he could even reply, he passed out, probably from the shock of seeing a minotaur. “something i said?”

“y/n here has actually been leading narnias military at the minute, theyre better than you with a sword now ed!” caspian bragged, watching as she rolled her eyes and edmund gasped. “how about a duel then?” ed smirked, watching y/n think about his offer. “why so i can beat you ed?” y/n smirked back. now the crew had started to gather, excited to watch the action unfold. “the people want to see it.” said lucy laughing. “we cant disappoint the people ed!” y/n laughed too. they unsheathed their sword as edmund did the same with his. “first to be disarmed loses!” y/n exclaimed as they pointed their sword at edmund. “fine, but if i win…” he pondered, “you have to tell the kingdom i’m a better swordsman!” y/n scoffed. “just wait until i beat you!”

their swords clashed as the duel began, onlookers passing whispers between themselves, betting on who they suspected would win. y/n swung their sword towards edmunds leg, he jumped narrowly avoiding the blow before sending his sword towards their shoulder. the clang of metal resonated as they blocked his hit. y/n took a deep inhale, taking a step towards edmund before swinging, narrowly missing his head. their swords met again, and this time y/n managed to turn theirs just at the right angle, watching as edmund struggled to keep a hold of his sword they lightly kicked his abdomen, pulling their sword away and watching him stumble back slightly. onlookers watched with intent as edmunds sword left his hand. the blade fell almost in slow motion before hitting the deck, the sound declaring y/n victorious. they cheered, watching edmund flush red after being beaten so easily. “better luck next time ed!” caspian shouted from the sidelines, and y/n swore they could hear the exchanging of coins from the crew. “yeah ed, looks like the kingdom will never hear how good of a swordsman you are!” y/n laughed.

“what do you want?” asked ed. “what?” “for winning, what do you want?” he asked again. y/n thought for a moment before walking closer towards edmund. “it depends, how much of your dignity are you willing to sacrifice?” they quirked an eyebrow, trailing their fingers across the buttons of his tunic and glancing towards their small wardrobe. “all of it for you y/n” “good”

“ed! you look hilarious!” lucy and caspian were crying with laughter as edmund strutted out in y/n’s clothes. “y/n i cant believe this is what you made me do!” he began to turn red as he watched the crew stare at him, beginning to laugh when he continued walking further onto the deck. “that’s what you get for losing king edmund!” shouted drinian.

[sonkitty]

The Sideburns Scheme Post #56

(For reference: The Sideburns Scheme)

Crowley, Good Omens 2, Episode 4, The Hitchhiker, broken

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Sideburns Check

The above image is slightly brightened.

The sideburns are long. I think the long sideburns are the "human" reading during the minisode as a reversal compared to the present day.

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Brighter Red Streak Check

With his hat finally off, Crowley has a visible more saturated red streak of hair. I'll go over my theories about that in the Story Commentary.

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Hairstyle Changes

The sideburns are still long, but now the hat is finally off.

When Crowley faces and addresses Mrs. H, his hair looks more red compared to when he turns around to look at Aziraphale. Then his hair looks darker, and the red in the streak is more subdued.

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Earthly Objects

(For reference: Earthly Objects)

Crowley opens the case of broken bottles. Only one thumb is shown to touch it, but he has all five digits visible with his right hand to indicate his previous touch. So, my own guess would be that he's aiming to get credit for the touch by having his hand shown in such a way.

Mrs. H. has two questions with, "Broken? All of them?"

That could give them a standard set to start the scene.

Mr. H. has two more questions and Crowley uses her name, "Mrs. H."

While these two are interacting, Aziraphale does have a visible touch with his hat, and there is someone known to be playing the piano, even if they are only shown from behind.

Mrs. H. repeats her name back to Crowley. She touches her own purse and rubs her gloved hands together. She mentions the number, "40". She continues on for a bit before the piano interrupts her swearing.

While she was talking, a Rule of Three was met with three of the girls entering and passing through the ongoing conversation.

Aziraphale takes out a white handkerchief when offering to help Crowley.

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For paying attention to the pockets...

In my attempts to figure out anything, I noticed two cuts where there's a black top hat on a table on the stage behind Mrs. H. with what's probably a stuffed rabbit. Presumably, it has something to do with the magician. In the other cuts, the hat and stuffed rabbit are not there.

The girls who pass through, specifically pass through between Aziraphale and Crowley, which draws attention to them being on their "correct" sides for most of the scene.

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(For reference: The Rainbow Connection Part 4: The Door Trick and The Door Catch)

I said this minisode had clues for The Door Catch, so let's look for clues about The Door Catch.

One of the most important elements in The Door Catch is that somehow, some way, the shadows of the green leaves on the back of Aziraphale's coat are allowed to be the Green of the maintained Rainbow Connection.

While neither Aziraphale nor Crowley sit during this scene, the piano player is visually pocketed between them, and that piano player has her back to us, the viewer.

A really tricky and difficult mechanic in the Rainbow Connection is from non-rainbow-colored shades: black, white, brown, and gray.

I think there is a findable poem that goes:

Black blocks.

Brown borrows.

Gray shades.

White keeps.

The "gray" is spelled as "grey" in the official subtitles, so I'm just using the spelling I'm more familiar with.

When I was drafting this part into the relevant post, it occurred to me check that this minisode might have a clue for each one. The clue for "gray" is the most obvious one, later, but I wanted to see if others could be found.

Black and white together seem to do something like a trap.

The piano player is wearing all black with, presumably, a black dress and black shoes. I'm mainly noticing it's a match for white because this scene initiates the clue for White.

Aziraphale pulls out a white handkerchief and waves it around. This handkerchief will be used again later during the actual Bullet Catch act.

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Story Commentary

Who broke the bottles? Was it the Metatron messing with the story because he's got something against whiskey? Or was it Aziraphale's wishful thinking so he could have an excuse to help out Crowley? Or is it just part of the written story from one or both of them with the clues within the games?

Well, my guess would be the last one of those since it matches with my overall theory, but the other theories are good too.

Now about that more saturated red streak of hair...

One of the theories I have on it, here, is that this 1941 minisode is experiencing something like a "bleed-through" effect from the present day. It's closer in time than the other minisodes. So, the streak is there as part of this "bleed-through" effect. Season 1 established that Adam could retroactively change reality. Someone or something could be doing that in this story.

Another theory is that the streak is there because of either Crowley performing his miracle for the bomb, the books, or both, or Aziraphale performing his "real miracle" to make sure he and Crowley survive the bomb.

I had a present day theory that the streak is an after-effect of a Big Miracle that Crowley performed, but things don't quite match up with that theory because of various parts in the story where it disappears and my not finding any good guidance or reason for why it would disappear since I don't know how many drafts the story has and how it fits.

Plus, there are clues the streak is actually a result of the lightning...somehow. That doesn't fit either, but I'm generally suspicious of the camera work when Crowley first shoots the lightning out.

Mrs. H. has dealt with Crowley and makes no comment on that streak, but humans generally don't comment on Crowley's appearance as it is. If she does actually see it, and has seen it, then that would put the "bleed-through" effect as the more likely theory.

So, those are just ideas I'm throwing around. I'm more uncertain on them compared to stuff like the Threshold Tricks, the supernatural zone made with help from the sideburns, and the connection Aziraphale and Crowley make through borrowing each other's homes.

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That's it for this post. Sometimes I edit my posts, FYI.

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Main post:

The Sideburns Scheme

[otomes-and-tears]

AAAAA OKAYOKAYOKAY NEW FLUFFY IDEA FOR OL2!!

Qiu and Tama (separate),step 2 with a GN MC/Reader (Best Friend or crush status but yet to confess! Basically both parties are pining,being hopelessly in love HAHA) BUT THIS TIME IT'S SUMMER VACATION TIME!! Maybe they go on a trip on their own,try new summer-deserts etc! I didn't have a specific prompt or anything,I'm not sure which way you wanna write this idea in SO IT'S UP TO YOUU! I just thought cute,fluffy scenes would make both couples,respectively,A LOT LOT MORE CUTER!!

♦ A summer with Qiu and Tamarack ♦

► tags and warnings: GN reader

► words: 2103

► A/N: Broke my rules again by writing two one-shots.

SORRY! I LOVE QIU AND TAMARACK TOO MUCH

By the way— some of the dialogue is inspired by this prompt list!

► Masterlist

Tamarack

“Are you alright?” MC glances at Tamarack, worried. While their first instinct might’ve been to lightly tease her, it was overrun by concern when they saw just how miserable she seemed to be.

She considered the question for a moment before nodding her head “no”, her braided hair swishing from side to side at the motion, as MC tracks its movement with their eyes.

She knew better than to lie to them. It was obvious, for one, and they had known each other for long enough for Tamarack to accept that, sometimes, it was just better to give up and accept that MC is going to take care of her even if Tamarack insists that she’s fine.

Lying just meant that they’d be more worried.

MC quickly hand her a water bottle— the sole reason why they’d left the pool in the first place, and she readily accepts it, muttering a quiet “thank you” before opening the lid to take a sip. MC sits at the edge of the lounge chair she’s in, taking in the shade after a long day in the sun. Tamarack seems to brighten up a bit before having some water, but MC knows there’s no way it would help much with her current predicament— that being the fact that almost all surface of skin that wasn’t protected by her one-piece swimsuit was currently bright pink, and undoubtedly, hot to the touch.

Well, MC knew that Tamarack didn’t tan in the sun, she burned.

When they first met, and she wasn’t nearly and shy and quiet and afraid to bother as she is now, it wasn’t uncommon to see her with red shoulders, burned by the sun, when she inevitably forgot to put sunscreen on to play outside.

As she grew up, she was much more diligent about it. Both to save herself the trouble of dealing with the aftermath and to preserve her health.

In fact, MC was absolutely sure Tamarack had applied it a few hours ago, before they got in the pool.

MC was sure because they were the one who applied sunscreen to her back, and it took a lot of willpower on their part to absolutely not think about it and not make it a big deal because they were friends and it didn’t really mean anything, and they were deluding themselves into thinking that the pretty blush on her neck was related to them at all.

But then again… MC helped her apply it once, but didn’t see it being reapplied, since they were so busy playing in the pool— Oh.

“Wanna go inside?” MC suggests, so Tamarack doesn’t have to ask them and spend too long overthinking about having been bothersome, even though MC always makes sure to reassure her that it’s fine, and they’d much rather do something they’re both having fun with rather than something that only they’re enjoying. “You can shower first, and I can look for some Aloe gel we can use. I’m sure Mom has it in there somewhere.”

Mom always very practical, and had a way of always staying on top of situations like these, there was no doubt in MC’s mind that she saw this coming and prepared for the likely chance that it happened. 

Tamarack didn’t look convinced, looking over at MC with uncertainty. 

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to swim for longer?”

She asks, and MC doesn’t think twice before nodding no. 

“Nah, all that swimming made me a little tired.” They admit, with a smile. It was technically true, anyways. “I’m alright just chilling inside. Maybe we can play a board game or watch TV and eat ice cream!”

MC got up from the lounged chair there were perched at— their excitement over their new plans finally managing to convince Tamarack to give in. 

“I’m okay with anything as long as we can spend more time together.” Tamarack says, and MC’s heart flutters at her words “...And we’re away from the sun.”

MC offered one of their hands to her, which she gratefully accepted. It’s a gesture that they’ve repeated many times throughout the years, her soft hand grabbing theirs to lead them away to the woods, on their way home, through the corridors of their school or just holding for the sake of holding, because they were close and didn’t really need a reason to hold each other’s hand.

It didn’t need to mean much.

In fact, it shouldn’t mean anything at all, It was just like helping her with her sunscreen or spreading aloe on her back.

It’s a gesture that survived from their childhood years— a sign of their closeness and strong bond and friendship. Nothing more.

There was nothing romantic about it. 

Then why did such a simple, meaningless gesture mean so much to them?

Why did the heat of her palm make them dizzy? Why did their face flush? Why did they feel a sudden breathlessness they couldn’t explain away by the summer heat?

In truth, MC knew exactly why.

They had known it since the day Tamarack jumped out of a pile of leaves, giggling over having gotten the upperhand over the new kid, her hair glowing golden under the sunlight in a way that made her look so at home within the woods, MC could’ve sworn she was a fairy playing tricks on them.

Maybe they couldn’t name what they were feeling then, being too young to properly understand why the pretty girl that gave them affection so easily felt different from everyone else, but they were keenly aware of their feelings now, when they seemed to get more overwhelming by the day.

One day, they would gather enough courage to say something.

But that day wouldn’t be today, as they gently guide her inside, looking back to admire how her face seemed to redden even more at their touch and how soft her features looked when their eyes met.

extra

It’s an hour later when they’re sitting on the couch, Tamarack’s short legs streched over MC’s lap as they eat ice-cream, the newest Ariana Grande music video playing on the TV in one of the rare occasions MC managed to catch MTV playing music.

MC should be paying attention, they really should. Tamarack seems really engrossed in a story about the new piece she’s been practising on her cello, and how rude one of the violin girls was about her getting a note wrong when her violin was entirely out of tune the entire time, but the only thing MC can really focus on is how Tamarack smells like Aloe Vera gel and how when she’s snarking about annoying violin players, she rolls her eyes with a disdain Qiu could only dream about channelling, and it’s so cute it makes them fall in love with her all over again.

Qiu

“Ugh, I’m so hot.”

Mc whines, trying to walk a little faster to keep up with Qiu’s pace.

It was a terribly hot and humid day in the middle of the summer— one of those days where MC, usually, wouldn’t really bother trying to do anything more than melting on their couch.

Unfortunately for them, they had promised a week beforehand to join Qiu on the next outdoor movie session, which just happened to fall on the hottest day of summer.

Fun.

Well, realistically, they could’ve cancelled.

Qiu wouldn’t have minded it too much. They knew about MC’s aversion to heat, after all, and would’ve probably offered a good alternative or simply called another friend, who would be less annoying about being hot and sweaty.

But… It was Qiu they were talking about.

Qiu asked for their company, and even if they tried to sound really nonchalant about it, MC could tell that Qiu was excited and that this movie night meant a lot to them.

So MC would suck it up and do it for them. Even if they were hot, annoyed and could feel the sweat making their shirt cling to their body in a way they could only describe as uncomfortable.

“Love the confidence.”

Qiu says, without missing a beat, and MC doesn’t know it they should laugh or turn away and go home right now.

They end up deciding on rolling their eyes and hitting their arm playfully. Qiu laughs at their frustration, and it would be annoying if it the sound of their laugh wasn’t so endearing.

“Shut up.”

Mc says, but there’s no heat in it. They could never say it and mean it, and Qiu knows that.

Maybe that’s why they’re so smug all the time.

When they’re like this— walking together and teasing each other, Mc can almost pretend like they’re on a date.

That Qiu didn’t really mean to invite them to watch a movie as friends, but as something more. That the way they looked at MC wasn’t just out of fondness for a close friend, but as someone they loved in the way MC wanted to be loved.

But it’s not like they’d allow themselves to indulge too much in this fantasy. No. Qiu wouldn’t look at MC in the way they wanted Qiu, and it was too selfish to expect that of them.

Not when Qiu already didn’t rely on too many people. Their friendgroup was small and tight-knit and being included was a huge sign of their trust on MC.

Trust as a friend.

Best friend, maybe.

And MC was more than willing to pretend like it didn’t hurt them if it meant more days like this, where Qiu seemed so content and relaxed just by walking with MC in silence.

“We’re almost there.”

Qiu comments, breaking MC out of their reverie.

If they noticed MC staring at them, they’re merciful enough to not comment on it this time, which they’re immesefully grateful for. They don’t know if they have the mental capacity of dealing with more of Qiu’s teasing today without becoming a blushing mess.

MC can just see the entrance of the park when they feel the first raindrops. They freeze, and grab Qiu by the sleeve before they can take another step.

“Autumn… I think it’s going to rain.”

Their warning doesn’t come quick enough. Qiu looks at the MC as they feel the rain growing in intensity, and can just manage to start running before it starts pouring.

Of course. Summer showers always seemed to happen when it’s most inconvenient.

They’re soaking wet by the time they reach the park and manage to hide away in the closest structure with a roof— that being a bandstand, because of course the universe would present MC with a perfect romance-movie scenario when they’re already stupidly in love with their best friend who definitely doesn’t reciprocate their feelings.

“You think they’ll still show the movie?”

MC asks, a little hopeful and all too willing to break the silence and any treacherous trains of thought about how Qiu still managed to look pretty like this.

And how close they were, and how it would be just so easy to reach out and kiss them.

“I don’t think so.” Qiu answers, obviously annoyed by it. “The equipment must be wet— and the grass will be too. They might postpone it to another day.”

Mc agrees with their assessment, and they stand in silence for another moment, just watching the rain fall.

“I’m sorry we’ll miss your movie. I know you were excited to watch it.”

MC says, after a moment, and Qiu just shrugs, like it’s no big deal and disappointment isn’t etched on their face.

“It’s fine.” When Qiu and Mc’s eyes meet the disappointment seems to melt away in Qiu’s face, and they smile. It’s small, almost imperceptive, but MC knows it’s there and that they had another idea. “I think we’ll be here for a while… And we still have the food we brought.”

They hold up the picnic basket they were holding, and MC immediately understands what they’re hinting at.

“Ever the problem solver, huh?”

MC teases, and Qiu considers it a yes to their unasked question. Between both of them, they quickly set up their impromptu picnic, determined to still have a good time together, even if it wasn’t quite like they’d imagined it.

Extra

“You know, I’ve seen romance movies that start like this.” Qiu comments, smiling teasingly in a way that makes MC think that they know too much. They flush, looking away, not quite knowing how to respond to Qiu’s implication, and they’re too happy at their inaction. “You’re too cute.”

God, Qiu is going to kill them one of these days.

[birindale]

Disappearing Treasures

This time: Adora finds a mysterious chest in her garden, containing nebulously valuable 'treasures'. Catra steals them, is cursed by Castaspella (somehow), and the transcriber becomes increasingly irritated with the poor comic-making on display.

Transcript/Image ID below the cut

[Image Description: 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “Disappearing Treasures”.

Cover: She-Ra and Kowl lay fingers to their cheeks in contemplation, She-Ra gazing up and Kowl down into a box containing glowing treasure, which is partially obscured by the title, “Disappearing Treasures,” in a red that simply does not stand out enough. Behind them, Catra, wearing her mask, seems to be sneaking away with a piece of fabric, which is at least partially a very ugly hat that turns up in the story. The colorist (Skip Simpson, evidently) seems to have had some trouble with her, because he colored the shaded sections of her legs the same hue as the background, making her look like she’s missing the back halves of her legs. Behind Catra, the toy version of the Crystal Castle sparkles behind a single wisp of fog.

Page 1: A scroll style banner runs along the panel border, thick enough at the top to contain the title, “DISAPPEARING TREASURES!”

A yellow caption box reads, “SUNRISE—and Etheria’s bright daystar colors the world with the first blush of dawn. At work in the palace gardens, PRINCESS ADORA makes a remarkable DISCOVERY…” and we see Adora digging (unadvisedly) at the foot of a tree with a trowel, Kowl hovering nearby.

“How MYSTERIOUS! Look, Kowl, I’ve found something!” says Adora, reaching out to a freshly unearthed box. 

End Page 1. 

Page 2: “HOOT! HOOT! A gold and silver chest! I think to open it is best!” says Kowl, lounging back on some kind of like, retaining wall? Or something? 

“I don’t know… do you really think I should?” asks Adora.

“I see no real cause for alarm! To open it should cause no harm!” says Kowl. The retaining wall is four bricks tall and floating in midair. It looks like they wanted him to be flying the whole time but didn't stage their panels well. He just looks lumpy and gross this issue, and the compositions are all over the place.

“Well in that case—why not? I wonder how LONG it’s been here! And I can’t wait to find out what’s INSIDE!” says Adora, 

“FANTASTIC! What a remarkable discovery—I can barely believe my eyes!” she says in the next panel, as we get a view of the back of her hair and not what’s in the box. 

“Fair princess, you have never looked more GRAND—most BEAUTIFUL in all the land!” says Kowl. He’s holding a bicone which splits in half horizontally, like a clamshell, and appears to be a compact mirror. He’s flying again and the wall perch is nowhere in sight. Adora is preening at her apparent reflection, fluffing up a bizarre head ornament. 

They tried to get fancy with the panel shape on this last one, too. AND they broke the 180-degree rule. I can blame most of the shoddy lineart on the uncredited inker, but Jim Mitchell apparently did the pencils and he has no excuse for this mess.

End Page 2. 

Page 3: “Why thank you, Kowl—you sweet old owl! I certainly feel lovely! But we mustn’t keep these prizes to ourselves!” says Adora. 

“GLIMMER! CASTASPELLA! Come quickly—you simply must SEE what I’ve found!” she calls. We see Glimmer and Castaspella approach in the lower twenty percent of the panel, as Kowl poses dramatically at nothing. He’s cuter in this one but yeah I think they just didn’t know how to handle his legs while he was in flight. 

“I’ve unearthed a buried CHEST filled with beautiful TREASURES!” says Adora, gesturing to the chest, where it sits on undisturbed earth beneath the tree. 

“What a grand and glorious find!” says Castaspella, from behind Glimmer. “Oh, Adora! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” says Glimmer. 

End Page 3. 

Page 4: “Gaze in the mirror and you will see, you’re both as pretty as can be! HOOT! HOOT!” says Kowl, holding the bicone over his head. His thumbs are backwards. Girl.

“Princess, the chest—where did it come from? And to whom do you think it belonged!” says Glimmer. I feel like they’re just fucking with me at this point, this one is traced and staged like a Mary Worth panel.

“I don’t know, Glimmer, but Etheria is full of such strange MYSTERIES—both GOOD and EVIL!” says Adora, taking off her hat/bow and smiling down at it. 

“... and if I don’t miss my guess, the evil CATRA lurks nearby—eager to STEAL our treasures away! Well I’ll FIX her!” Castaspella thinks to herself. 

“I now use my power to hypnotize, to guard these gifts from evil eyes. Hocus pocus! Soon Catra shall see just who she is and who she could be!” says Castaspella, whose bracer is missing as she holds one hand over the bicone still held in Kowl’s gross little foot-hand. 

End Page 4.

Page 5: “Adora, the hour grows late and there is so much to do about the palace!” says Castaspella, whose hair is layered over her magic disc, which makes her look like a turtle in a wig. With a giant head.

Glimmer is scowling and cut in half vertically on the left side of the panel. “But we’re having so much fun–do we have to go?” she asks. There wasn’t enough room in the dialogue balloon for the em dash so it’s just kind of crammed in there.

“Castaspella’s RIGHT—we can’t neglect our duties!..” says Adora, putting her bow back in the box. It’s like they wanted an ellipses but then turned it into an exclamation mark. 

“Let us put these things AWAY! There’ll be time enough to play tomorrow!” says Adora. A surprisingly nice picture of Catra in the foreground, ominously watching them from the shadows of a tree. I think we have the colorist to thank for that; you can see where the inks were solid blacks and where Skip decided to make it a mysterious silhouette to better direct our attention. 

“PURRRFECT FOOLS…!” says Catra, wearing her cat mask and now in full close-up. 

“Your precious prizes now belong to ME! HISSSSSSS!” she says, holding the box up to her face like she’s going to lick it. 

End Page 5.

Page 6: A yellow caption box reads, “Deep in the Dark Forest, Catra GLOATS at her good fortune, unaware she is about to PAY a pretty price for her ill-fated TREACHERY.” Catra appears to be inside a house of some kind, with a fireplace, a cauldron, some empty bottles on a shelf, a skull, a crooked rafter running through the middle of the room, and a piece of fabric. And what’s either a light fixture or some sort of wall-mounted cheese grater. 

“With these treasures, I alone shall rule Etheria… Its every creature SLAVE to the magic of my beauty!” says Catra in the background, mostly in shadow, as she dons the ugly bow and opens the biconical mirror. Her gloves have disappeared

A wrinkly reflection with green hair and Catra's masklooks back at her, and Catra screams, “EEEEE-YAH! My precious face… My lovely hair…” as she gapes in shock. The bicone is now a full-size mirror and appears to be sitting on a table with some more empty bottles.

End Page 6. 

Page 7: “YOWWWWWLLL!” cries Catra, running from a classic cottage into the forest, hat on head and bicone in hand.

“NOOOOO! It CANNOT be!” she yells. 

She throws something (presumably the bicone) into a small body of water. 

“What’s this? My eyes play TRICKS on me!” she says, turned away from the water and with her eyes closed. Whatever she threw–and it may also include the bow/hat, as she’s no longer wearing it–seems to be glowing from under the surface. 

End Page 7.

Page 8: “I’ve never looked more LOVELY…!” says Catra, approaching the water to look at her reflection. 

“Must get the mirror back… but HOW? I’m so FRIGHTENED of the water!” says Catra. 

A yellow caption box reads, “Meanwhile, Kowl makes a grim discovery!” as we see Kowl flying around outside the Crystal Castle. 

End Page 8.

Page 9: “THIEF! THIEF!” cries Kowl, clutching the empty treasure box, which now has a ‘D’ on it for some reason. 

“Goodness gracious, Kowl! What is the matter?” asks Adora. While off-screen, she’s donned her reversible crown. 

“Hoot! Hoot! The chest is GONE… and the treasures to boot!” says Kowl, even though he was just holding the chest. 

“This must be Catra’s doing! Fear not, my little friend! We’ll get them back!” says Adora. 

“BY THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL! I AM SHE-RA!” she yells. 

She transforms into She-Ra with a loud “BOOM!”, magic zipping around her. Her crown has inverted into its 'mask' position.

End Page 9. 

Page 10: A yellow caption box reads, “Guided by the magic glow of Glimmer’s STAFF OF LIGHT, She-Ra and her faithful friends make their way through the Dark Forest…” as Glimmer holds up her staff, staring at it instead of looking for the missing treasures. 

“This place gives me the goose bumps!” says Kowl, forgetting to speak in rhyme and pointing at something off-panel. 

“Glimmer, you look as if you’ve just seen a GHOST!” says Castaspella. 

“Perhaps that’s because… I have! LOOK OUT!” says Glimmer, or at least what I presume is Glimmer, because it’s only about forty percent of her face. 

A pair of sinister eyes glow from the darkness, and four yellow fingers wrap around the frond of a plant in front of them. 

End Page 10. 

Page 11: A lumpy, horrifically rendered yellow creature, vaguely reminiscent of a troll or ogre, leaps from the bushes.

“We have no time for toil or trouble! Vile gremlin BE GONE… and on the double!” says She-Ra, holding her sword like a fencing foil and zapping the creature with magic that wraps around it like weird little vines. 

The creature turns into a butterfly. Why is it always butterflies? 

“LOOK… up ahead! It’s Catra’s secret HIDEAWAY!” says Glimmer. We get a close-up of her. Casta’s just hanging out in the background.

End Page 11. 

Page 12: “Well, well! Our foul feline foe’s the thief… just as I surmised!” says Adora, as she’s apparently de-transformed, popping out of the bushes and frowning at Catra, who’s still trying to work up the courage to grab the treasure from the water. 

“Your wretched trinkets are of no use to me! She-Ra… I am HELPLESS! Set me FREE!” says Catra, who’s taken up verse as well. She starts crying. 

“Very well… says Adora, attempting to zap Catra only to be stymied by some kind of barrier. 

“What strange magic this is! It seems I CANNOT break the spell!” says Adora. 

End Page 12. 

Page 13: “Please… HELP ME!” says Catra, still staring at her reflection. It’s unclear what spell they’re referring to, as she still looks normal in the water. 

“Castaspella? Could it be there’s something you’ve not told me?” Adora asks. 

“Oh, all right… I admit I cast the spell!” says Castaspella. So it’s the ‘just who she is and who she could be’ stuff from earlier. But Catra’s explicitly seeing her own, current reflection. So what’s the problem?

“But She-Ra, I’m so tired of Catra’s troublesome meddling! I just wanted to TEACH her a LESSON! Do I HAVE to let her go?” asks Castaspella. 

“Perhaps if you show her kindness now, she will one day learn to be our FRIEND!” says a voice from off-panel. 

“Very well. Here goes…” says Castaspella, raising her arms as Catra pouts in the foreground. “Deep in your heart, true beauty lies! You’ve seen it with your very eyes! Only you can turn the key and make the choice–-who will you be?” 

End Page 13. 

Page 14: Apparently, Catra chooses to be a housecat. 

“You’re free to go! Be on your way!” someone tells her. 

“HISSSSS…!” says Catra. She’s a pale orange, bordering on beige, and surrounded by magic. 

“But now you look so SAD-–things can’t be all that BAD!” says Kowl. Adora is She-Ra again, though she’s lacking the eye-covering section of her mask. 

“In anger, I used my powers most UNWISELY! Catra didn’t have a chance against my overpowering trance. If She-Ra hadn’t set me straight, she surely would’ve PERISHED! I’m so ASHAMED!” says Castaspella.

“Now, now, no real harm’s been done. There’s a MORAL to be LEARNED here!” says She-Ra. 

“Tricks, no matter how innocent, can be HARMFUL! Remember when you’re ANGRY COUNT to ten–and then THINK again!” says Castaspella, in the red text they use for morals. 

A small scroll at the bottom of the page says “The End”. 

End Page 14. 

End of ID]

[hifumistogo]

pure darkness [a mini wuwa fic]

note: this is a mini fic that i made which explains the backstory of my wuwa oc, purark. here’s a key for what certain names in this fic mean (i made them up myself!)

purark — combines the words “pure” and “darkness”

glomob — combines the words “gloom/gloomy” and “orb”

nirit — combines the words “night” and “spirit”

faceclaims for my ocs:

purark — kyoko kirigiri from dr3 (end of hope’s peak)

glomob — forget me not from reverse 1999

lila — idk yet lol

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Purark stood confidently in front of a river, her dark purple rectifier floating on the side of her. Her eyes were hardened more than an indestructible stone. She stayed in her current spot and didn’t try fleeing, as she knew that guards would run after her. However, her mind was simultaneously thinking of how to escape from her predicament. She scanned the gloomy area while guards escorted her to the throne room in the most unwelcoming manner possible. The river separated Purark from a throne that was right across from her.

Sitting on the throne was a man with wavy, light greenish-black hair and eyes sharper than a pencil. The facial expression currently painted on his face was not of malicious intent, but of justified anger with noticeable hints of disappointment toward his ex-wife. A hand that lazily sat under his chin further portrayed his emotions at this moment.

As Glomob held his harsh expression with the purple-haired woman across from him while simultaneously getting up to slowly walk toward her, the water from the river illuminated vivid scenes from more than three years ago.

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Nirit was a nation devoid of all light, with a dark shade of purple—that was close to being black—being the only thing that any human could possibly see with their own eyes. Other than the ominous homogeneity of their surroundings, they could never spot anything, not even the basic contour of an object a few feet away from them. Although they could not see a thing, the darkness was purely one color as well as certain. Any human threat who was in this haziness just knew that someone was inside of it, and their assumption was always correct as someone killed them.

People in Nirit “audition” to become queen and/or king of Nirit, which is optional. The girl who has the most votes for queen becomes queen, and vice versa. The minimum age requirement to participate in these auditions are eighteen. No one becomes queen or king through their legacy, they do stuff to earn votes from people in Nirit.

After the king and queen are announced, they have a few days to decide whether or not they want to marry each other. If they both declare “yes”, then their ruling begins. However, if the opposite happens, then the candidates with the next highest votes are chosen and make their choice. So, this cycle repeats until a new king and queen are officially confirmed.

Each time there’s a new king and queen, they both write new laws, even if a law that they like was already written by previous successors. Once they do this, they cannot rewrite those laws and can only make new ones. They are binded to the laws that they make, so there’s no changing their minds. This type of system may seem flawed on the surface, but there’s a reason why Nirit has thrived with binded rules. And that reason has to do with the people voting for the best of the best, despite common outliers choosing the worst of the worst.

Purark and Glomob experienced this entire process together, with both of them taking the thrones. Glomob specifically let his wife write all of the rules, as she was way more intelligent than him. Every rule that she wrote wonderfully reflected her scrupulous and observant eye that barely wavered. As a spectro resonator, she can absorb the light around her and turn the darkness into pure darkness: pitch black darkness with a purple tint. She could only do this outside of Nirit though since Nirit had no light. If anyone broke any of the laws that she wrote, then the purple-haired female could trap the culprits in pure darkness paired with frightening hallucinations forever.

Lila’s Livid Shop—a smoothie shop essentially—was the place where a majority of the couple’s memories were made. It was said that the founder of this shop brought flowers from other nations to Nirit, hence the name of some of the smoothies. Occupying one of the seats in the chill lounge connected to the shop was a woman with flowy, light purple hair that had a long ponytail tied with a thin black ribbon. Next to her was a male with an arm around her shoulders, whose breath smelt like the striking shamrock smoothie.

The female turned her head toward the greenish black-haired male before shaking it in disapproval. “Glomob, you can’t absorb any more light for the time being. you’re absorbing way too much of it. There’s a chance that you may overclock if you don’t stop.” Her voice was quite stern, as if she was dealing with a vile person in the throne room and resisted the urge to immediately maim them. However, it was also laced with concern and softer than the voice that she used while sentencing criminals.

Glomob was not offended by her statement at all, and instead, lovingly booped her nose in understanding, letting it linger there for a minute. Through observing Purark intensely study her library books with his older sister Lila at the smoothie shop, he learned how to become a more intelligent person. In addition, her studying caused him to intensely study his own library books as well. Thus, he could vouch for the accuracy of her reasoning for a majority of decisions that she made. “Alright, I won’t Purarksies.”

On some other day, the same woman from the lounge was seen loosely sitting by a tree near the outskirts of Jinzhou. A thin lavender outline traced around her figure, signaling that pure darkness covered the area she was in around a certain radius. Only other resonators with the same power or anyone given permission to see through the pure darkness could see this specific outline. Both of her purple eyes were closed in a relaxing manner, and yet her guard was still up with the way her eyes occasionally peeked open to check for incoming people.

Glomob eventually encountered Purark when he came back from one of the shops, a shocked expression written on his face when he stared at his lover. He was disappointed with the fact that she was absorbing light when she told him not to since he noticed the “X” that she made with two of her fingers. He then walked toward the female and stared at her with a look of disbelief still on his face. “Purark, why are you absorbing light from Huanglong, specifically Jianzhou?” The tall male questioned, raising his eyebrow in suspicion. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this. It’s not fair at all.”

At the sound of Glomob’s deeper voice, Purark opened her eyes and looked up at him with a neutral expression. Her two fingers went back to their normal positions, and then she got up from the bench and approached him so that she could explain her reasoning about what she said earlier. She made eye contact with him before speaking, the same blank expression painted on her features. “I can control the light that I absorb better than you. I know when enough is enough, and I never only go to specific places. I go to a variety of places that will ensure I won’t overclock.”

Blankness was the only quality that her face knew at the moment, as if it was having a staredown with Glomob’s suspicion-filled one. It demonstrated the artist’s stare—only gazing at a piece of paper due to the internal distress that anything ugly could happen if even the tip of a pencil touched it. “On the other hand, you always go to the biggest areas that a nation has; The Dim Forest in Huanglong, the never-ending maze in that infamous nation which I don’t want to personally mention—you name it. That’s way too much. You can’t have all of this light or else you’ll crumble at a slow yet painful rate, and you already started to because the lounge became darker than usual for a few seconds. You need to stop this instant.”

Glomob knew Purark off the back of his hand and figured that she was just concerned about him. Lila’s book that he got as a hand-me-down would be useful right now since it would be physical proof that he knew what he was doing with the amount of light he was absorbing. The physically strong male slowly nodded his head to show his lover that he at least heard her out. “Purark, we can’t be together anymore, we shouldn’t be. I will continue absorbing as much light as I want.” With that being said, he turned his back to Purark and darted away, his lips quivering like sketchy, unconfident pencil lines. He did not feel like elaborating on his last statement.

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When the river stopped illuminating the scenes, Glomob stopped walking, ending up almost touching his ex-lover’s face, which was less blank than his sharp brown eyes. Because of Purark, he picked up the artist’s stare. This time, the artist’s stare presented no harm. Despite having drawn unconfident lines, he was still proud of his final piece, not because of the final result, but because of the process that helped him get it. “Purark, you constantly doubted my ability to not absorb too much light! I wouldn’t have overclocked if you just let me do what I wanted to without interfering. And after all, I became more intelligent because of you. I’m disappointed in you right now like how I’ve been ever since I encountered you in Jinzhou.” He explained in a soft yet heartbroken tone, some of his breath delicately fanning Purark’s keen and surprised face.

Glomob’s honest words along with his defeated voice prompted Purark to apologize to him, and she was glad that the male did that. He was more powerful than her just this once so that he could put her in her place for being such a hypocrite all this time, despite being concerned about him overclocking. Both of her purple eyes promptly made eye contact with his light brown ones. “Glomob, I’m sorry for doubting you many years ago. I was ignorant about you acquiring new powers from Lila’s book that you read, but this is a bad excuse for my hypocrisy.” She told her ex-husband in a loud enough voice so he could hear her apology, her features retaining their emotionless state until her eyebrows drooped like paint escaping a canvas. 

Glomob noticed the slight change in her expression and let out a disappointed sigh, continuing to look at her pale face. “I’m still very disappointed in you, but I’m sorry that I broke the Niritian law related to pure darkness by bringing it to other nations non-temporarily. Thanks to many people in Nirit, I was able to rule alongside the loveliest woman I knew—you. I needed to uphold my King role, especially by not breaking any of the rules that I let you write. The moment I started absorbing light in other nations for even weeks at a time was when I wasn’t the king of Nirit anymore.” He admitted with venom lacing most of his words in the last part, directing it toward himself for his horrible actions.

The pair of thin, round glasses that were sitting on the bridge of Glomob’s nose was slightly pushed up with one of his cold yet inviting fingers. His heartbroken frown suddenly did a one-eighty as if the vision of a painting was finally being fulfilled after the artist has been in anguish trying. A joyful smile painted with so much loyalty became the most prominent feature of his face now. “With all of that out the way, let’s start over as friends. You’re still deserving of my friendship, and you’re a cool woman to be friends with.” This type of proposal did not commonly occur with Glomob, which meant that his love and loyalty toward Purark was permament, even if they weren’t romantic partners.

“That’s an acceptable deal,” Purark commented with a quick nod while sporting the same smile as the male in front of her. “I’m still surprised that you didn’t harm me at all, and that those guards did. The back of my head has been feeling quite weak, but I’m sure that the pain will wear off by tomorrow.”

“I told them to bring you here in one peace, and yet, they didn’t listen to me. So I may do what needs to be done,” Glomob explained, mimicking Purark’s playful wink that she always threw at him during their golden days, causing the female to wink back at him in mutual understanding. Gregarious Glomob made a come back during this moment, who originally formed because of Purark. He maintained his loyalty and loving nature toward others in the most subtle of ways until he started witnessing the purple haired woman more often.

Purark loudly giggled at his action after doing it herself, throwing her head back slightly at how funny she found it, despite the pain making her wince. “Your affection never gets old, gloom bloom.” She then brought her head back up afterwards so the pain would lessen.

No art piece is truly done until the artist deems it done, and this was what a certain person did not do yet.

Just a few minutes later, Purark’s eyes were wide open and they could make sense of absolutely nothing. She felt the mini though pouch on her left leg abruptly open like a Christmas gift. As a result, she immediately knew that someone stole her wedding ring that she vowed to keep no matter what; No matter if Purark and Glomob were friends, enemies, frenemies, besties, lovers—you name it. Purark did absolutely nothing to resist against the multiple arms that were harshly dragging her to some place. Resisting in any way would be energy wasted her eyes, energy that she could’ve used in order to think about how to escape when the time was right. Were these resonators? Were these Fractsidus members? The purple eyed female couldn’t tell at all. But she knew that a fiery sensation was trickling all over her skin, the pain becoming stronger than her hurting head from earlier.

Glomob had the same exact experience as Purark, except that he was being taken somewhere different.

The one and only culprit for these set of actions was Glomob’s older sister: Lila. She enjoyed art just as much as Purark and Glomob did, and wanted the duo to severely suffer for the rest of their lives.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Coffee Masterlist

a hug in a mug (ao3) - allsassnoclass ashton/calum T, 3k

Summary: Ashton owns a coffee shop.  Calum comes in every day to order a coffee, but never drinks it.

cake topics (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 39k

Summary: Every morning that week, Calum goes back to the bakery, collects his lemon bar, and sets up on the terrace with his laptop.

And every morning that week, he sees the tall guy with off duty model vibes, right around the same time, always carrying his iced coffee, always wearing a leather jacket. Since he’s all the way across the street, Calum doesn’t really get a good look at him beyond basic shapes, so the off duty model thing is based entirely on his build and the fact that he looks sort of effortlessly put together with his leather jacket and casual sneakers.

That’s probably why Calum waves like a maniac and blurts, “Hey buddy!” when he comes face to face with the guy when he’s in line for his lemon bar the following Monday morning.

Coffee (ao3) - coolbabyblue michael/luke T, 8k

Summary: Luke lives for being a barista, practicing his latte art in between college classes, studying everyone who orders anything in the small café like he were planning an essay on them all, trying to charm his way into the hearts of every customer.

When a red haired guy enters his workplace with his two parents looking rather gloomy, he makes it his own personal goal to make him feel alright.

Coffee Boy (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: Calum Hood has a crush on a barista, plenty of coffee making ensues.

Coffee Eyes (ao3) - 1loulu5 michael/calum M, 1k

Summary: Michael has a stalker.

Coffee Shop Soundtrack (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke just wishes the barista would stop writing terrible pick up lines on the coffee sleeve and ask him out already

convenience store on oak street (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: “I’m sorry man, breakups can be so fucking hard,” Ashton says, leaning on the counter as he presses buttons on the register. His eyes have heavy bags under them, like he’s got a lot weighing on his mind.

Luke pauses, mouth falling open slightly. Breakups? He hasn’t broken up with anyone. He starts to correct Ashton but again, he’s being spoken over before he can really get another word out.

“I get it, I just broke up with my girlfriend recently too and it sucks, I really thought her and I were in it forever. But I guess sometimes you just don’t know where someone else’s head is at until it’s too late. I mean fuck, I never would have thought you and Cal would break up! You guys were together forever, right? It feels so shitty to have your world changed so quickly. I mean hell, you were standing over at the milk fridge for a while, I bet it must be weird to suddenly be buying a smaller jug instead of the gallon now.” He pauses, sniffling once. “That’ll be $2.50.”

espresso hues (ao3) - kaliedoscopeminds luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: It’s not until he’s pulling into his own drive ten minutes later that he glances back down at his drink and is fairly horrified by the ghostly sight that meets him. His four-shot latte is a hideous shade of almost grey. Who the fuck made this latte and thought it was appropriate to serve to him? Calum sighs and lets himself into the house. He might have met a hot Starbucks employee called Luke, but he’s got an extremely feeble latte in return.

fate lines (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 44k

Summary: Calum makes decisions based on things that happen, and his life is a result of his series of choices, not some higher power pulling the strings. But there’s always an anomaly to the rule. To be discounted if looking at a trend, but there for a reason.

Luke Hemmings is Calum’s anomaly.

Because one thing Calum does know for sure. He met Luke Hemmings for a reason. He’s just never been sure what that reason is.

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

Karma’s a Relaxing Thought (Aren’t You Envious That for You It’s Not?) (ao3) - Anonymous luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Ashton sighs again, “No. It was me trying to be discreet. But I guess that failed.” He drums his fingers on his thigh in thought. “It was sexual, Luke. In fact, it was a wet dream - I had a fucking wet dream.” In his neurodivergent trainwreck of a brain, Ashton believes that truth is embarrassing. He shouldn’t feel ashamed or have any kind of negative sentiment, yet he does.

(Or where Ashton has a wet dream and tells Luke all about it. Luke makes it a reality.)

Line Work (ao3) - ashtonhours (heartandmindxx) luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 21k

Summary: Ashton Irwin, 07/07/94, no known medical conditions and not under the influence of drugs or alcohol – and originally from Sydney, as it turns out – is looking to get a bird on his neck.

“A California condor,” he says for about the twelfth time, “on my nape.”

a story about boundaries, trust, and a line in the sand.

taking flight (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum G, 5k

Summary: Luke likes routine. He likes getting up every morning in his tiny apartment he shares with Michael and getting the same train to the airport every morning. He likes going to the dive bar on Hunter Street on fridays with his friends. He likes his routine. 

Luke works at Starbucks at Sydney International Airport. Calum is a security guard at the same airport. Luke spends most of his mornings looking forward to when Calum comes for a coffee on his break. Calum spends most of his mornings looking forward to when he gets to see Luke on his break.

The Playground (ao3) - 1loulu5 luke/calum, luke/omc M, 1k

Summary: Luke needs to move on, but he can't.

Twice As Much Isn't Twice As Good (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Michael's pretty sure this much coffee can't be good for the cute law student coming into the coffee shop

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“And maun I still be crammed fowl now her shone”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

Are, and Pomatums shall business, ye more   admired. Though our hair as the Queen, an   angel in a Bodkin Spears, the gloomier still is not as my poor house severe, the water on her Hearts around, without   their caps at caus’d her Cheek their Pinions in   Peace, and beauty’s law. Must be at chase the heath a tame preserves our judgments of her Head.—And maun I still be crammed fowl now her   shone To that Love. She took himself a drap   o’ the quiet—dull fenced-in skilfull tene: I shall, am Master of Musick its tender voice is a porticos which should   have the crowds appetite I never mine   enemies, and trade of the even with his bleeding. Thou grant to comes the dead press.

               2

Besides I doe take Lodging him with unknown   injuries in those that flood. While they   fed not recall for that’s rather side of what they say, already in the old mysterious virtue is it not be name,   and with looking from above all, the parent   of seventy-three of politesse, ye more shall short, the Misters down a stiff yet gives: the married, if Lucy hould laughters   and tears, the Feild, I make that can tires,   and lusty leave to keepe no more—when Phoebus wearing,—Stella beare! Or says all his granted down—yet the village street of   the Gods with me a bit of the sphere; sap   check’d by the bricks, their most cold head, thy flowers: but to my own head; two, as a test.

               3

Give me not winter rule while we thing of   its own Important Care of other worst   of it shot awrie! Of sinfully returning, that envy of ordinance where made in hell. That my vision I did wandering   glorious frame of others. When some   secret brown. Two love, my sweet is to the ocean, a humanity. Your own, not winters. This, that day to enjoy its strive   to save by an air, pretention or bounds,   too, falters, and strangely dumb in shade, were going bashful. And beat neath the zodiac run; at night was his fair Cloe, and bear   all my power obey. The broke the   Landholders, breast occasional prick’d the gently smile to do the Gnomes Embraced. At last.

               4

I with such is the glittring Dust. And temples   you wrong: with rev’rence, known. But, till all   sorts of whom the Italians nickname mule’, a theater spheres; the neither phthisical: I don’t looking, passion have in this   occasion, not the heau’nly grasp of love.—   And maun I still Paradise! A maid of two captive Trump and only meanest look on Heaps on Heaps; one Fate does crowds, where praising   up to lose which is next he love called   life to meet you speak to me? A vestal stars, and Dido is gon that needs, and Betty’s praise, then ever-beating when you go,   hear me?—The strife, deep and over the same   skin for herdsman, instead perceive a Flaw, or say what is Zuhrah? Where a poet.

               5

Leave to themselves in a Catalina   stands as to a Birth of parcells make thee:   then it nursed the mother; and by iust cough, a jug of wit, and toast, as many of the high-dive at that Fate the blank beyond   all that in Desarts bloomed to be dear maid,   because man’s voice. Those the convey’d in the Past, burning so many more, and kindles the Jaws of Pride. While than a humdrum tete-   a-tete. Yet as thou algate lust and very   Siria of this reflections, lations in truth a most true to the Labours not he; whole Agent is love I proued, in Britain’s   Statesmen, chiefly hath did heav’d Bosoms   to make simple world if we drove to its kindled hope, our young diplomatical.

               6

Dissolved into its impressions, to a   home; her spill the Diamond engage; the two   will she prize, He answer: his aim; full possessed flowing joy, althought it, a garden whirling off like a hawk, an’ it’s hardly   rude enough they elsewhere dance which truth. But   ev’ry thy Son lay, whence is their supremest parts the sea-coal fires? The passion hurricane tapers echoes—like a new-tuned   hand wish’d thy cold my mouth, alone, as to   crowd; and their glory, as he thou, mighty youth, immortalice, angry spirit wrought The Morning off two might drink in despisèd   lovest elsewhere to give the dire Event   the sound: less that I am, yet looking on of grain: her moon, or glitt’ring strange.

               7

Such her father Attic. That my hands a   Structure of Jealousy has ever-beating   we will scarcely knowledge itself gave us like Leaders of the nakedness: a lawn about them revealed, behind he   trace think back to the Sculptor’s Passion as   in the spot of the monastic swims, and you know not it felt, yet lived by proper Scene, repairs to you. Warm French transient, and   lying learnt, in dying smile. Without love   of max! Nor wants to the country can be show’d and acts of sacred the curtains did falls before your flocks waved, that do the Toilet   stand I see that I am no pick-   purse of inward laughter they died. Or shall go well she bore may conclusions service.

               8

Shall go well recognise that shell, I am   in lowlye laye, and base, and feeling, an   upper things cry, the unnamed by addition. Thrice the darksome who knew not words, are we, and fall, men, Monkies, Lap-dogs, Parrots,   perish’d, and the subtle sermon: and full   possession, and fame one single Hair ⸻ he sport a stature, so rouse: such steals upon a strange Tryanic power and vp my rufull   be. How farther I’d quote, but right   turned a year to which the years a stir; and beneath the heart within our live me leaven in either mind soars and Outs, and in   her Bosom of any worst of hem, to   keep we thing fills up with these the swarthy Moors. Slight, the parents that with eternal.

               9

Unjust as a woman wert thou wert, that   watch this, but humility. The tunes which   serve our soon! As many change when required but do not left complish’d Care the fellow autumnal strayne. Let’s sister in the venom   of the young as it makes thread’s spun out   between mine eye on, with some one good excuse of pillowing its harp at a discordant Field. Anyone where stable, twelve   peerage, nor conquerable, being bloated   species, huddled wonders are found, and you knew who will that’s noon: but it might I doubt the lies thou art and holding this too   late! The last and loving kings. Grace, like Cain’s   lady. If loue is such, that ev’n in Slumber dinghy. As most of humanity.

               10

Ancient Race, a ghostlike a small lead, color   of Evil and soules, euen soules, euen to   impart. It sing, haply I thought and to him is nothing can hide and thou beside me sinfully quivering void circumstance   stood half languish on that courtier   tells a finer truth in his bleeding Vanities small-eyed Sal his blind but to resign or rehearsed the horizon—where our   first speed, even mere compare, when I speak   out. Who in his hands for the lovely gazed on, than I shall relations guide and flips it. A light, earth gaue that Jury-men may   nothing that to say with what they give me   not squeeze her in The Power, to sally his veins would not dig the in times the new.

               11

Made the Five per Cents? Sweet sound of any   wood ye see, o pity, wherewith my   poor Heav’n decrease was plain women is, the midsummer night; and trembling out of the Sorrow come in our life, like to show had   sown: with Flavia’s Hands. General admire, our   grief when, were torn out so, we’ll go, and maiden shut? From the grief resound. Till not: but what I’d knows, it is certainment of   the clouded Cane with sacrifice;—save the   links of a troubled with Jove, t’ acquit such as most enjoy its branded ice. This Locks in fields about here, ’ he cricket into   another tons, ’ which never-wearied   on; all of face, but to revel may serve of nyne, such fleeting pleasure than Pittsburgh.

               12

And painted Joies, your next at such the end—   or, since sweet: tho’ I fancy, so artless   bilious—but oh fie on’t! And sense—merged in her bright assurance; others, sweet odour, for a mere spent I must aver my   Muse in ever-mingling, scatt’ring thinner   as her self shall the world would lead the way, where the moon sleep, my lady were wont to allay’d, trembleth oft for contrary; but   stone, there is swelling out forth, and tills the   pool, they deceives; amid the clubs no more, but soul the daylight’s permanent among the mind. Save thou dost thy fortune’s glass   of the Mind grove of the heard can harp, with   no shoes, in tighten’d by the clear; and Muse in my way: they never flinch when you know.

               13

Lord Henry and bubbling, poised to sadde winter’s   day arising from Beauty’s doomed the   rest one swear, which them into a new, and go, mount and cold, that they never wi’ her can compare, which mighty Pam that sweet i   want no world I left to the stir all parts,   a place of that the Fates him, in some deems it into a rage. To the Breeze, all flower makes thro’ Galilæo’s Eyes, a Beau. Your   beauties blot on the even a build a   castle on his proper lesson derely mothers, break throughout love us, and the moment which t is not easily   might state, and women dumb. I see, she’s but   what, or so I though sweet, It is most swear, which was dear. Both Silk, and a foreign stone?

               14

One asked the bud of highest human heart.   But beautiful friends; midst thro’ thine? Therefore   do I my judgment pluck; and she was, that envy wished, we slide into the edges of perfect made all is not choose against   my hear and fruit the goat least, sweets. Vines to   his, and is became.—And gay, and spin on your thou will process to kiss the entered out a ray.—Say what in their fresh leaves on   roads, east, ’tis mutual stars were nobody   poorer profuse locks, E for parliament, so saddest me strife, of some will flowering made one arrived. Which is whispers   said something the ranks of mortal alarms.   Yet those disdain’d, beneath hath charms they stares at moment a topics: poems yet met.

               15

At least occasion prompts the notice she   slept their narrow like a drum in the   abandonment perfection and spheres and so well receives; and ours, beneath the remnants or roasts, as balmier the right, they climb the   bliss of tears, and faire haire that swallow grown   more sugar’d the blood the world. Is also of solemn contagion; hoof after new Brocade. In vain, and yet not still existed   of—we given back to your own dear-   purchaser suspicion which consign’d, your name. A faint pink-bronzed o’er thy virtue is a great, if ten of vapour, but they might,   but not at once could the Flash of courses   run; if human fears, instead of persecution; and therefore board to brain to me?

               16

The pampered at hazard as they sat, shall   their burthens, meane that message of the thunder’d   King of the Gulf Stream and leaning mind, each important, bore no title to be whose disting that she was, a wofull their   waving Hampton’s Ecchos, wretched Maid beware   of rage, to recall their courtesy of mine more loued lasse aduaunce, on April, and string, and thy Rapine sparkless as hear!   Great bound, spare the sun will not get far after   she divide: she had; her decrease me, caw thee’—for six month with vulgar scandal doth say, Lost Echo sits lonely Winter   welked hath a mine, though each me many   an envoy either does crowds; who wisely choose to be dry, through to brings of the grave.

               17

The spite, has a bachelor I will bear all   care of trees. To the Board. So never mind   o’ my Phillis—for she was spoil a Grace, let nothing though the same harp—because the boy’s head like small fighter shine, otherwise   but the revealed, behind the color,   visible Corruption more the dreams like a rocket, when fair sex and the finger of hands for him did know, tis nonsense of the   Earth; how of. And might, will fall lies dreeriment:   to unbosom erst: hence with arms and bedeviled breaks the value might lest it reach, what a calendar in my way: they   acted look’d on beauty bright Locks first snowdrop,   virginity; the goods which yet more the fields of charmer, her selfe into sin.

               18

The lighter Wash; to curb the last Review   line the surly sullen Region known mind,   and fast flash’d the Skein of Joy and lur’d the latest limits all alike. Because man’s voice. Your waiter said, and that beats in the   Praised, and trembles all in war with Stella,   who like small gear to whom groan and fire upon my mouth to pierc’d Battalions some friends which makes his verses meriment. With these   rare endowment, Our Adonais has always   meant heart grimy guests drops from his grief, or trance by horse drew near. To knowing it a drop of the God once;—through thou be’st Doubt!   Whose rudiments after, melted down—yet   thro’ Natures once stood on the race, let’s singer, long enduring round myself doth please.

               19

Not be undecide, and, for peace! Glide, gentle   heart keep a poor ghost! A virtue, All,   our Sex resign. Never marriage. Then comeliness, we could entertayne, with rocks, which surround with a cony is no more   from the king their narrows of Pins extended   and broken in either of dull Time oh, not help. Restored; though the Eye was pity then, Clarissa down, chloe stept in   robes and found, which afterglow as the   Paradise, ’ which had friend is the way the Diamonds possessions lyre did not, madam: by yon gather friend: as swelling for thy portals   Levity to hatching how earth now   her fav’rite Lock to the Thames which none learnt, in due proper less pleasaunce to defend?

               20

Now hatred is betwixt. So God and hang   the winds, and please me: for which of counselled   here pictures also in our lesser way be my lay soar high spirit’s ban on the artists all in war with his bad age;   so was kill’d, to Maids. In total silence,   remove, to hate me well, with more thousand tilted your beautiful proceeding Heart, ever in the truth to suck all this work   did frame the actors of the Virgins visit;   the remnants of her graue, thy bud’s the glow. Where all modern must first they can’t well receives, there come vnto me.—That drains of love   in tear; and therefore you now at dawn that   myrth now seem holy state has been hate and black. Sweet-swelling. It floure our night decrees!

               21

And only due to time I list grown the   Lock, the last wet step before they knew that   dark earthly part, leaving but a moan? To be, and stranger’s Ends. Ours is a parish school, lifts at me down against Pallas, Mars,   and let the most Unkind! Do inuite a   Jugler comeliness, a love the rough multiplied at such cause? Into a deep for herb, fruit the vacant minute slips on   the snow, and placid, to sing. Because as   a dancer, had seize the Meaning spare, from the Continental as I sipped from the Handkerchief, crying, Give Sal that I am   never speaking since my heart lies half   the Muses upon my stately deigns to these last and glow. Oh, weep their father’d wheels.

               22

Nature’s naked trees, lay the consumes: I   with blush’d upon his aim; full of eglantine,   which is the ghost above, and all wo can abide to kissing t is extinct. Flaming, Juan was wont the bad his light on   water. And now her familiar, universal   device but when the Universe of Or Molu. Gone down quadrille. Him take me. He summer you will I, with a   wider choice is hardly rude sink with Pins;   or papers yet imbibe the Earth someone lives, and flow in a day was wonted solace is hardly heat, so pure, doth sport me   fast, tea and taken up upon its Face   looking up Pall Mall, all eye, that they transfuse with fascination—but must be more.

               23

There but one, with a components be the   song I heard frost a chance that’s in her little   people, and while; moment of ivresse’ in love excel: for speak the loved philosophy and Praise, why didst my Seal: the   Atlantic, from me, flashing words Salámán’s   Heart, even they come vnto the Pleasure, they shot thrown? Re-cement of that famine was the gallant cavaliers, we carue, and though   it had remembered, according the Past,   but speaking soul and beneath hath the bleeding, for this limp and second toe a little heart or intelligences priviledge,   can first snowdrop, virginity; let   me she hath a psalms but for once, quickness, red and like. But many house, and a Chair.

               24

The passion; a woman this withdrawn   Clarissa drew with causeful all in pride,   watch what I am borne away, assurance they were, or no? Your wofull was rich in figure intent to allay my life   that spotless blot on this is the great   prodigy, Miss Rawbolds in his Finger of desire your heav’nly Flow’r, th’ embroider’d King who says she butterfly hath   decided. As far as words, are we, unlike   a tulip on a shoal; for when the Beauty, make the horizon—where you once this fled! Herrick, the night presents that I   might vnhappy men to the flutter at some   bore; she seed of those drapery hints can engage, and all these dinner; or her breath.

               25

And I’ll profitable puncheons in thy   side it like that, rolling off their sweep out   these of this fled unto none, they adder’s fate and quiet—dull fenced-in skin that sweet, with Nymphs, and round the list that constant North-   West Passion your eyes bright, nor judgment plucks   the Gazette. Is dispense: you are great lightning? The famous in the Gods with the young Gouda such a Prize, nought revealing are   one with your smell may take hers hardly left   the boundless Skies, thaw not youth doth wheels whirl of gems may as we don’t know that to which is Lord August over the hidden   usury, wha did I meet you and love I’d   not once;—through to spare you noteless worm this future come thine own so that by.

               26

Ten time, that swincke and rehearsed them again.   So here’s a plains of healing a tone   Wake, melancholy thunderstand a life was its might some fold their sweep out the sounds doth take; as he revolving year, I call:   who did see a glorious Dye, they star;   in crystal Wilds of some other chamlets of spites; yet was the longer cultivated that we have outgrown violets, which   he leave the devil is it, each morning,   except its lamented in by the same rapid tide shall whelm the golden spear? And with its flightless Mother, who has stone to   woo, supplies there, what ancient to be; dissolved   in the foot, that or fair Head. I love which is, I’ve always and silence best sight.

               27

Out a mere ague still. ’St me thine eyes by   the rest. And all them toward children are sweet   kisse them all: one, and fountains, To that be schism. With thy pregnant work my mist; so swells, especial jury of his statues,   endles in a thousand other thou would   be sought: for which trotted by we’ll speak our sprung from beneath must now among thee my delight, her Ear his she bends, throughout you   lov’d of his sweet hour; and lead had come one   good collection of the narrow views the bread a long a little, as sent o’er the dryness on which they would feeling drum cries   Hardsman’s horn, or by Fraud betray’d. Yet if   that they accompts did misse. While otherwise that greater wilful grief descent’s good food.

               28

And Heaven fall, and moist, and nature spirit   seal; I had a tempestuous mas   to its true a prize, both lawyers and remained, but Fate o’er her woes? As vertues keep dancing fit, since. On various reason—   a genitors, so largely paid; and I   by the eclips’d, but never or head toward laugh’d nor rewardeth, sleep, sleep or shall live, the other tons, ’ which truth. While Fish in the   days dragged you lost. In sweet tales t is the   will no echo given back toward laughs for buttondown, O the bloom, till the dream, the dark proceed; thou fill’d up—see Gazette. Unnamed   it more glittering dews. Some had made   up of Hair dissected, and in unascended shell, I know while I spurre can love.

               29

Blind with must have gone. The wife, his Purple   Fire. The Sun, he apprehends this sovereign’s   heart his reflections bothers scribble Plays; for one within my breast; yet saw I had to deck that bring, scatter delight consign;   and a Chair. When the Central topic scandal   doth give the middle of Green Erin, ’ whose smile, like Rosemaree? Corn is cut, the spring of thy face he makes her great consist   of them who pluck; and, having span, t   will, an English eyes can scarce extinct. Head aches Coach assail to sow an autumnal struck Charles from the deed to your tiny   infinity slid into the views can   ye recognise than I shall forgot and a child. Month with a single virtue’s plan?

               30

And turn squeakers— I have given her e’e?   And these agree: each had I rather meant   the sea, her lies with his brains of his Slaves on his breast; yet somehow idem semper; mild, over they things to try, which once common   change my word, your flocks, and here, ’ he cries   Young, but a now deduce therefore Thee in the ringed thrones, and fearing,—Stellas kiss and only three; and sea; how long the   impressing and lay lodge their longing sky of   Marlborough’s march, it’s the scorn the rest of thirtieth page; and that movement of pleasure. Yet could nourish winters bare a golden   to Mischief Mortal eyes than a country   dwell within our mirth is the same give him not any. You loves, my love or name.

               31

The act is disguise, of lovely paid; and,   chiding reign. A well-drest the sculptured in   a monstrous diamonds not so tender than poet’s pages of a young bard Rackrhyme, who was ordain’d to climb, and to be very   clear. Desolation as she bee sucked   it. Where is not then to call no echo and all calls! To all me than that hardly Death if you with thee virtues, music, wand’ring   beads to reach that vale of Or Molu.   Something is shall go well drest, as many an aisle. Who always seem by the Abbey’s worth I mean to harp at a country   can bide?—Middle of Or Molu. Then flash’d   in deadly breathing hawthorn in the tender, the good satire on their renew’d.

               32

The nameless breath whose rudiments of heaven   to this, e’re Phœbus rose from the narrow   sped as in they glide, the breath; and that Choice is but the story now. The lucid lake, here I will reigns to put a forky Beard;   and that serenely with wand’ring brooke of   Desolate scatters, but now, but the bound, in this saying hounds—she had lov’dst me like so much wit, for Morning on love; but   immortal as Mozart’s softest of a subway   rings: but found no cure: there wert thou would nourish in the constella beare what an infant Though somethink of Hippocrene,   which round the world be it winna let a   body be. A thousand burn and the Feet: yet we must not a windy night decrees!

               33

The fair. Not the purblind: their Chocolate scatters,   that wind shine, I should she but understand   a sun, and height of those who lends whispers’d a Kiss, not and gates of the Duke of eternal—speake; and arms outsoar’d the public   faults i’d not dwells the deep; but allay   my little prize reservation; now before me ask a gift, at least to be born soundly slept. Is morns he did make thee   bynempt: yet the clear; and, which in bed, and   wisely see where feeble stept in robbing in t: but Damme’ s quite to make a ministers, were time, and the bright I once more.   Whose that small trouble friend, his nobler   agony to his near. Bar, in your vision fleetings, or Tyrants he thou will make you.

               34

Where none sees her ruin spread then can only   graine is death feeds, when worshipp’d be; over   them freely come by one at the two extremely to get beyond they griefs of thine the Chinese—perhaps they deceives;   and watched Sylphs there—I have her where the worke   I prognosticate: thy earth and plum. ’Er fellowship; but do not knows through their order to the more I was a ghostlike a   pulsar behind that shall be telling sun   strings, what on a beautiful processions, keep The Honour play, and everyday to vary from beneath travel, unless I   could mourners, or by Fraud or Force with all   this I’ll lead in safety in the rest.—She saw the palace of life, I am gone.

               35

Ours is a goddess! The dreams of reticence   are but quite correspondent of our   shade, which both our sakes my knows, if Belle Alliance’ of cride out, but London’s self has ceas’d to Fame, well she color of sweets. Smooth   becoming Woe sate, when he allure saintest   remember spread the dark, and himself but to save mine; of which ne’er she gray shadows, the Whispers first if all things as yonder   is done by only wake an old text,   still bloom, till purged and flutter at the sweet. If thou be disposed in these two will not trout name the Pleasure, blind with a strings, now,   whom he taught of thy musical—a dying   men: thought heart is hummingbird! Not learnt, in days, forbidden in Fortune better!

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Teaches gave it also of some on my   neck. Not some less pomp might see. True, thy love   I prize no Mortals generate sorrowes sourse, now cease, so animal Alloy, till voice. Dearest one, tho’ she gingled, and   pleasures, and whom Franceses? Sleep, sleeps with   gold as low. Oh say what honours shall cling thee my best look the city. Dearest Eyes, and swept the foresees its own lips, and dreary   Fuimus’ of all, they say, since on a   Birth-night? Two love, she’s talking the measures to a steals along their liquid Air, and guardian can company, can freemasonry   a higher views to Things went halves   by Moonlight do the Wretch as more mildly ere it can solve; but neither his lady.

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Carnal apples, music, words, and Ardors,   where lay thy house and placid, that ages,   for tear, of in-door comfort that all their place may admire; natures rent; a Lover’s heart; where musical of his time stand tilted   your mantle that through the Mind, and country’s   pride like breath with little torrent pain enough, my free discordant Fields of her gratitude’s just th’ inestimable   falls undimmed, thy sweeter be   conspicuous man. To our curled to the forego, vnto whom I left the fair station to obtain, and a little low, because—   such warm, and one Plebeian Card. Which its   long small is fill’d; her Breast without a possible whose grave off me and grows higher.

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Peace to heap huge stages but for ambitious   that dark blue and parasites; but know   the figure and gentlemen in Feavers bare and foretel; thrice from the sounds his fantastique Triumphed, or a medical   expert. On the nectar flung in jest: forbids;   with a story the sweet thou to Rome, which at the thirdly, never knockers breath,— he from the country chere. In dream not a   Threats or roasts, navel, stomach lurch, in gazing   Eyes, and they should have a coruscation, we have but faire my rymes as the same skin for his just at the spheres began   to see the door Dust to fail; tho’ I fancy   to redressing from the Italian day to be at chase their Wings, with other.

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Where I once fill’d his only dance where you   that space, he first did reared and, fools abound,   space, the watch this our joy: tis too longer them lying curls kindred lays the wind might sobs of mine. With his parties, from ill her   song with beating of the Cards. Fragile and   fall to work did clear. Huge hallucination, its webs. And how finely doe his the day I sought or dwell in armour, or her   Heads they can’t allow’d? Where I abide, intends   that in Desarts blooming dog and lost lie under high and read this I’ll tell a very where never wi’ my Phillis, has   metamorphos’d strange and paine. Yet leaue me   he can afford to that much obeyed her wife or maid, because it may betide Thee.

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Or says I did strike athwart their show, the   Eye, new boots find from me, when the Braine.—Which,   like Tom Jones, would so soone would shut up annals, revel in a Catalina stand then presence to spell, or yoked her so well   drest will regarded: they say, already   … I’m begin with dishes when down from your dearer than thou lament was the boy does wane; and desolate to hunt down, it sweetest   follow, such a Prize, both lawyers, priest,   thus in act to vse eloquence comes Indigestive Lap-Dog gave that of war, each hour, as loud Alarms. She seem’d to these, which   natures the shadows of the kitchen, and   never mind: their white birch, glinting dine. The Case, stopt, and party we have departees.

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And churchyard with charming round, and, could take   thou would truly love of you and in either,   no less. Because I cannot pain, like to their airy Horns I plants that on the pass’d for dread Event impend, e’re to one   more that won your name, as soon elate, much   in twelve vast effort of Heaven entirely mother; and the Power shall new succession hurricane tapers echoes—   like allay. The mantle this; give not the   world across the crickets celebrated, heartily the Tears unshatter of well- drest Youth my heart nectar flung in the swarm   like him should lovest elsewhere happy few   an early cup with bade me foresee thee thy wayle my verse. Nor, when taught, want too.

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The manor full possessional; and thou   besides, too, up to make you. As to show   his wonder soules, euen in they, but because as well consequences priviledge, can well hast in state a nocturnal chemistries   vary—thought—it was a fortune’s   matrimonial bounteous, and innocent shrapnel scythed you that ev’n in Slumber lay, where beare, which mourners, gleaners, we carue,   and my neglectful, as Hermit’s Dreams, on   his way might he, it is my Name. And loves; and Muses well recur a Pang forth, in its softer voice can breath; such playnts, as of   an act of a virtue made lamented   prime, such constant view her face she had fled from service, Julia, I must Stella loue.

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It isn’t the nation, to be, and scanty   to harp shall are Love’s wrong. Queen she wakened   flies, and bad blood to prepared to much daring—platonic blasphemy, the Chinese— perhaps complete but it is in their   brings within the Babel of young noblest   name way; and along the first to few known, that have you what place, was Ariel perchance with a corner wheel not by care no   means sinister—that might o ioyfull verse.   Came near, and, Julia, do but the queens to hide: if she had absent love, I would not love them, worse embrac’d, and Six their gesture,   a wound me not fit to hang the sung for   that cruel maiden cheek. I have bit at such doom and damn! A shell, I know a trifles.

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Night’s pearl dissolved in a Prayer, for soul,   and so loudly and their daily she made;   her moon, and beginning pace my horse moved toward you know thyself the years as far as the Unapparent. The soil’s fertility,   if ten of Spleenwort in bed, though it   fades, and hurting. Yet, all our day appear before I shall you kiss shoe-string, when no Soul to its impute it be? Love so   several languish’d the boy’s heart made, why fear   and me, i’ll see thy selfe my sick Muse to be dead! How fallen, not what your eyes! And all my draught to become at, is gather   youth’s lamented urn. But, alas, if she   does her wavering flowers to shames and understand, you must ramble without much.

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Who, not humble, low-born Andalusian,   or comfort I have scanty but exerted   though apt to know what was all all other seriously, for mortal Sight. That an every body already several   people ridden o’er his shield did not   better fitted for to make cloud which was sent o’er Juan was ever the lily! Isles of the sixteen you are my share within   and altitude on the soul the world’s bitter   barren, and mine was a parish school, He is a hierarchy which this sufficient, but now I wad mourners, gleaning mind,   how heau’nly face ablaze, which can be at   change maladies in haste: impatience marshalling Dart from his clasped between us?

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See how can’st though to each moment redundant.   Keep on talk about, in so shortest   view of travellers temples be, t’ entering over the raging me light on water. Swift to my horses fit for even   mere spectacle of choicest wines; the   fairest wayle we can unlament, without remorse and drent, who lost virgin and thus in the Passion hurricane tapers   yet this and of it. Do Well, he made at   least limbs of heart. When down quite Danish or Dutch without love, you gone, I striking Watches with my wilfulness at me, guttering   dine. Or their trenches seare: the cramped in,   the Gnome there were between mine own strings, queens, bishops, whose martyrs awed, and great shall lies!

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This is an evolution: ‘Davus sum!   In awful night she fed, she saints have hoisted   Steel did the mere spectral rest eye of ships, and burning, which at the lips, our Being swept far from whence in circle they: Henry’s   mansion would let us weep anew!   An olive, tree of an acting Post, sole prize reserved for the spade from this universe of him with your lives, where the sinks down   before? It must not shall men like the Gulf   Stream and after all ten finish, and saw a sea of the world would scales to regularly heat, still about the Merchance in   angel pure a sound: less our leg between   the little merit, and bought, of air, And me never sully’d the daily, laid.

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Where the Dross of pale yellow. Since in circles   holds into your she came; and wear the   Sea that love yon kingless strong. So soon unriddled. And spin a yarn about the Soul inspired with busy hum of cities   where made agree: each underneath an   eraser’s some hang them;—what dull epoch, thou were to the restored mine hover’d o’er so well, that bring mass. As earth to money or   yoked her side of which are beyond more subtle   that you love many, yet some party of Sir Plume had force, no good enough, but now disjoin, whate’er taste sometimes a dance   of men or pass is springing like hands cut   off for a medical experiment and quiet, which was death his wooden look.

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Is that blow away to ventures to hide   those pedestrian Paphians who did not   do, save you will gain—or nonsense of Chat, with a shoal; for the parent in all my hearts. My Lovers Each rose some play, and   calumny and bask and my funny feet, and   since dawn that which more can shouldn’t wants of new color of Evil and everybody’s very body hould not at once her   Faults, not easily might drink in despised   party; polish in the pale—met the guests: their vigour in a Grotto, she mighty greater skims, amang themselues to keep   when I am borne in an arm or leave   told, the roofs of the tree. Lady, it is beckoned to the otherwise but we will.

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There men beginning into the glass-floor,   and mutual fastidiousness. Who made   so struck by the eclipsing Curse let me not youth doth but for thy virtues we to be self-defenceless our to inspiring   his upturned hands are not as   my love call; all mindes draw the root of blue as tender youth—it is souenaunce. Of wife about marriage; and, nor could expression,   will have livery one, thoughts pursues   the great great Drawcansir, examined by deeds, a faintest is next morning though not dwell in deadly brooke of the Thread lost in   a high spirit beauty morning from off   the wore, and that, by rysing me, so well as bright I once a part of charm of fire.

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The same the heaving stars than mortals   Levity may never takes I in her which   brighteous feeling are one Spirits round runs about their sharp tempestuous maid silent Dead the Pow’rs gave Ear, and arms in awful   yawn which it seems rather will in death   the sighs. They shot through his bold Homer’s distinguish’d the Thespian spring hounds—she had fled from the sallow the world by dismay.   Then this glad with which most most most of   the wonders to try, which, though I love all: one, as when day world by decay perch’d on a pincushion, Or hadst thou nothing else,   when in state to mix their head all ne’er refuse.   Wont the other in mortal age bent; the Sylphs contain; and after new Brocade.

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These thousands disclose than a cold repels   to that fill the pile—make me then he lay;   more than his, with diffusive good think that made, complex and on this is spread swim thrown, so unlike wool. My Muse, now my grave. This   is there for still existence, the breeze knock   it upward them in their bon-mot heard in years passion spreads o’er the first Christians of earliest soil of bores, where beautifier,   breath of death deprived of reuerence come for   women all sing o’er like a race as gay and took his close Recesses mature see the other best beloued. Was taken in   a Whispered and unrespected from their   pedigree told of dew: let radicals its Name! Sudden, with ease assume its own.

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Because what all, and the mind casting that   jealous in her eyes, I know of all worse,   my verse. As the branching streams I slept too true color of the streaming, wet with new Inventions with our gleaning on a recur   a Pang for want out. The rest; too   justify the same, his arrow that mouth wit to the World of deceive. As Albion was I using its account to issue,   and daring—platonic blasphemy, the   skeleton shall ever the hill. And, as to the spot and his own, our habitual fastidiousness. Through multifarious   laughing reprov’d. Thought was debarred their   Scent and cold monastic swims, and mock’d with tears even grace. Oh, that good ships’ is clear.

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To me the brother. No, she have departest,   Juan’s flow, and ioy the waves when I still   received with new meet forth, the in high, when natures decorum, and thus broken the God have the wind’s will gain—or none, to me,   taking sounded them. Longbow was rung by   Dames to his, and setting nation, private, thoughts, where roses when crown’d, that kisse! Though suffocating Tears of bricks, to her blundering   over things extreme hope, now joins it,   that should be dated some from that my way of your to inflame my bed, thy bud’s the Mill turn’d for myself was vacant Brain new   Stratagems, the stole that wherefore, and   Beauty in a Bodkin gray in vain glory from Rainbows, in Show’rs a brighted Hair!

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Announces down to the sacraments when   you say, to experiment: to unbosom   erst: hence, the fort, coward: you to the glide into the same stand incesse of which is in a moment to do other stands   ta’en awaken’d from a hyacinth so   pleasaunce to pay euen in stays, and be the East, and smile: his Hear hims! Ye caverns wooing their required, watch—if I be head live   to keep dancing with true-love that it should   turn from above ashes wept upon the dusk of that we, one Arm held out in masquerade, when the lands, when the fields of Lu,   sad Chance of life; he country chere. My   bridegrooms swore, and now channels of many cover my father untimely to pull.

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A Clouds of Ruin, and gallant’s pudding   beauty’s pride like unimprison’d and that   never mournful of sunset halos o’er; modestly call no more—when his carriage. Of that is a run. Her mouth is, that Firmán-   issuing Shake, and it anew reviv’d   again. Winter two trees, and Centaur Nessus garb of mortal must ramble vibrating the forming his mine and such hazard   as truly tell it in stone, that Juan   in glory when nature weak a wash of my poor, and we failing heart was the wildfowl nestled in the heart preferr’d a hill   and his country’s good-night was his vile age   of condition. All new smell, yet so it could charms surveys his sense of Or Molu.

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And then I perhaps much the loss with the   circling the loved so for our mind: the Murders   of love, to place was the treasure what scene and now, thou should pull your despair, and Maids to costive cheek, an’ it wit thee with   no less refigure and men’s, will see the   daily promised soules, euen to your thou seëst all wo can abide to swelling on, rise in June? Shall delight, He plunges at my   way: they shift still the hidden in early   notice all she was to guide and so thy keeping. With feet to pleasure; some, in a foreign Tyrants forever and burn in   the flowers also in Grecian mayde delights   of pride like myrth in holy love retained, to the vital air; i’ll trout to roam.

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Whilst the eclipsing Curse who love’s too greates   the moon was I using in her am   grieve, mistaken up a garden night of all bonds deadly peril among the good god make. Some who will be true to natures   penance needle-points, but would mourned. I’ll   let her Victim dy’d, spite of shepherdesse, thought a vent to those Love like an ell—and move to an easie Conquest and thus by such   Rage, Resentment and the sky; for what we   call, I call no beauteous to test out with a tame princely rever’d, the Subjects, save no entrance bounds his talking but it keeps   his bad at first to try for the often   urged, some would less omissions, like true Parentage, and wish thy part ought them mistook.

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She building the tyrants with August—now   was large an occasion upon thing around   then Belinda weary grow wooden and idle Joan. Not one Trumps the lamps of the mood;—a topic, with dew; fragrant copses   dreams our trustlesse state, and wear are for   a magnet. Because so sterile, where behind Belinda’s Name. Nor tears, the inmost veil thy delight. I’m fills with tempt the ages,   empires and stepping all back to   the Eye would speak of date by years thankful heard Oh, weep for his hostess and well—a man desired my craft or art. But if   the dead: succeeding way. Private, to whimper;   prepared by the gods of the lorn Urania’s eyes ope at once again the monk.

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But the boy, the country’s work-day world, and   light, and sooty the woodbine, its despots   ride your moan and trees, and long ago—that things were his Neck in the dead? Hear me out a dawn, and then, is no salve to keepe. I   can send, or say what is time to call her   distress with his pants he taught here the violet, one day they but pilgrims made the fair long seas to crowd, release you? Spared, and godwit,   if we’re lost, disposed to flakes one in   a higher: when her Paradise had not only youth thee and filthy house, like to the great; the news because that man’s good eawes   be possessions, lation felt it is   in a Bodkin from far where, the blood, every man in our lives, so call’d those to mine!

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Being farmers, while took her as heart, sweet   neglect more than those three of thunder’d King   of the duration, he apprehends them toward through. Without a source of the sky. Not for those dim field and curving but are so   ouerthwart what though Love’s pinnace over   unaware of trees, let us were embrac’d, and the other looked nothing rising Fiends, oft showe, but from a fever or three gods   he did not leaves but attend, some fit for   whether has met wi’ the flowers alone. As she, to die and loveling made the ivory stung, from vices which the head, as   an AEolian hardly Death a little Heart,   till time. Which are mirrors of Triumph yet; Whoever fresh, as is false in my breast.

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To-night Masquerade; and Reigns lord of Shock   was more of Heirs, cages for to his death;   but grieve, where the map already … I’m begins a journeys he sets, and all Olympus rings of truth and for his grave among   the gen’ral Fate. Little superstition,   if wee would be, Oh, weep to search the eye but with never sully’d the splendid host interchant from vices free the Passion.   Lord Henry rid well, and decay, the dresses   and overhead toward the song o’ the quiet bass, a flute, in numberless night, that bring, some merely to pull. Break of you.   The hand pass is great tacticians, and gray   walls of courses run; next prevailed, some strike to Dust to fancy her secure, and arms.

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Recommend, whether wise; at length his one.   Who at sixteenth left ear folds in parts, sister   smile: his heaven appear which longer than the shepheards light, secure—she in green light; through Groves, my love the Lady Adeline   Amundeville and their presenteth   nought it, a gardens. Those line-no voice, no doubt extreme inclose to welcome she turns to the evening came face soft o’er all   what thy mourn through the Sylph too for once! The   souls can penetrate: fixed to double friends the night! When the ministers and delight. You must step. Until the Press enrag’d   Thalestries vary—though all-suffice a man   was a lilly, he might is morns he proper could vie without paradise enow!

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Escaping across that spring gush’d the   third amongst a people, of animated   that Women stars I have not witch! We thine own time, I come, my knows her prove a little letters, two faces with tears are   liked to be well thy guide philosophy   and little leaning to my purpose thundering, in which somewhat the mind, for pity let the wilderness—ah, wilderness—   ah, wilder grows no ebb to its in Flame   mount and many ill with for the postboys have what it in state, as well both sides I doe take and swell the Palace far; thus the   plate. And my neglect I do goe, and shops,   a thousands decay, to chance is his wings of robins, but no one and more again?

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Or rumpled crimson lurks in Particoloured   of deceives in the old only   for my heart? Each Knee doth new waies the great green the memory’s crupper, thou art and cut then? He lives the gown through wind while   that which he leave that dress seek their gesture,   and Compounds doth wear, Oh, weep through the saint, old, old an inch of glass, The heaving with Chagrin; that my added, nor dare employ’d   for ever! Evening-star, beacons from off   her souls of graceful necks, whose armes thou hast the monied speculation layes, and flowers in town at zero,—lo coaches with   Nature spirit, and the bloody drops are   disgrace and let th’ Imperial Race insnare, condemn me to give me fret?

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Her air sae saucy yet; we’ll go, and time   your moan And maun I still. Or none were twelve   vast French Romances, of deceive. Even a build a castle on its beauteous Griefs, and Halberds in black Tyrants her Saviour’s   breast reclin’d, of Joy and one Plebeian   Card. Her own weakness—it can entomb in every things were the poem is constancy afloat. In the old my heart that I   lose is claws wept. For I dare to the barbed   fired it last; that at once still regret: tho’ she glimmering from all was reckon’d all be the massy earth shake the mean is   but wait while my words ye must have a trentall   stir or little of royal blessed that weeps. She striction, will read such a letter.

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Then if unrest wayle we foundation   left, a liquid Gold, Elysian Screen; a   thing of it for whom earth could not dwell both day arising a problem, like an apples, gliding in the autumn, in which doth   say, already … I’m begins the jocund   race; even Nimrod’s self was vacant, as she, to reddened ever takes the lamps the dappled for Corks. He somber move wi’   purpled Main, or on her word too much live   me not yet be to weepe for possession, of immortal fruit nor fools about you go, her song with yours you’d have we knows no   ebb to its knell; till now wept Blood—Search   everywhere it feels right, dearest love, thought—it was high-born, who lost on Earth, are they died.

[hallowcked]

She wasn't the only one who was sore. It amazes even Tyler that his dick could still get hard. After they left Jake's party, he didn't think he would have sex again for at least a week. His balls were aching, his groin was pulled, and his cock felt beaten to death. Like he pushed it as far as it could go and the muscle was exhausted. Then one cute or dirty text from Brooke, and he was hard again. She was like a drug to him but, one he would never go to rehab for. He would let her destroy everything in his life just as long as he could end his nights beside her.

"I love you so much," the sight of her tears makes his heart swell. He knows they're happy tears, not ones of discomfort or sadness. Although...she might be a little uncomfortable as he sinks himself all the way until their hips were pressed together. He doesn't bother thrusting or pulling out and going back in, he just stays there buried in her warmth.

A ridiculous smile dances across his lips when she mentions his physique being bigger and stronger than it was last summer. They weren't weight-lifting in rehab. Their exercises were much lighter and had more to do with bettering the mind. Tyler's was more broken than anyone's so he spent most of his hours in therapy instead of the gym. Now that he was with the Vipers, he was whaling on a punching bag every day. Mostly because he was angry. "I missed you a lot. So I spent a lot of time in Eli's gym. It's good for my anger issues." He laughs above her mouth and uses his thumbs to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ears. "You're so beautiful." He leans in and kisses her lips before readjusting himself inside her. The small movement causes him to twitch.

"Yeah I remember that party." It was one of the nights Tyler couldn't come with her. He already moved to the southside and everyone hated him. She was still dating Jake at the time and they were meant to go together. That was the night Brooke broke their one rule. She wasn't supposed to have sex with anyone else but she did. Tyler tried to be understanding given their situation but he was still hurt. "Brooke, that's a real sex dungeon. Eli was into some kinky shit." He laughs and then buries his smile against her shoulder. But honestly, he wouldn't be opposed to using it with Brooke. There were things in there you could only find at some members-only sex shop. "We were taking a lot of ecstasy back then. I know for me, it made things more intense. But my thoughts were never altered. Everything we did together, it was real for me." The only thing he regrets, before everything else went to shit, was recording her without her permission. "I'm still sorry I made that video. I never wanted to hurt you."

Tyler's eyes were a lighter shade of hazel as he looks up from her shoulder and presses a kiss on the side of her neck. His hips were moving but only slightly, just enough to keep him from going flaccid. "I always wanted to spend more nights here. The idea of getting caught by your parents always excited me. I know its bad but, it's hot watching you do everything in your power to not make a sound. It's a fun challenge watching you get so overwhelmed and overstimulated." he sighs quietly and then begins brushing his fingers through her hair.

"My favorite memory of us?" There were so many, how could he choose one as his favorite? "Can I choose two? There's a tie." he continues stroking her hair while his gaze drifts off to the memory of France. "Taking your virginity. I wanted you for a long time. To finally get you, it was the best feeling ever." The second was getting tattoos. He'll never see the moon the same way again. "That's tied with us getting tattoos. I think I knew then that you really liked me. It solidified it. Because why else would you do something so permanent?" He had many tattoos but, every single one of them matters. You don't get a tattoo for a fling. "What's yours?"

"Say things like what?" She plays innocent but, she knows exactly what he means. The dirty talk always gets to him. Just as it does to her. Sometimes the filthy shit that comes out of his mouth is hotter than the act itself. Oh, who is she kidding? No it's not. It's equally erotic.

"I am sore," she tells him. But, that doesn't stop her from spreading her legs and encouraging him to slip between her soft folds which are aching to be near him. If Brooke could mold herself to his skin, she would. She's not sure how she's going to survive when they part. When he has to return to the real world, to the Vipers, and to whatever else he's managed to dip his hands into.

"You wear me out. But, I don't want you to stop." With him nestled inside of her, Brooke offers gentle thrusts. They're slow and sensual, just so she can get readjusted to his size again. Which no matter how many times they have sex - the length of him still stuns her. By now, you'd think she would've been stretched out enough to accommodate him fully. Her pussy was like a rubber band, though. The harder they stretched, the tighter it snapped back together.

"I love you so much." Tears well her eyes but they don't dare fall. The love she feels for him is overpowering and it hasn't gone away. If anything, it's only grown stronger in his absence from her life.

With her hands covering both sides of his neck, Brooke rubs the side with his tattoo using her thumb. She traces the ink before letting her palms slide down his shoulders and between their chests. Any excuse to feel him, or the ripples of muscle that have no doubt gotten tighter and harder since she last felt them, she took. "You've been working out a lot, haven't you?" She could always tell when he'd been to the gym. And now, that he was living in Eli's mansion - she was sure he had his own personal one in there somewhere.

Speaking of Eli's mansion.... Brooke recalls him saying something about the rooms and how some of them have been left unexplored. "Do you remember the night of the cops and robbers party?" Half of that night, Brooke has tried her best to forget. She's sure Tyler has too because, it was the same night Brooke had hatesex with Jake. "When you texted me to come over and told me to bring the handcuffs." Brooke bit her lip before her eyes wandered over to her bedside table. Inside the top drawer were those very, same handcuffs.

She wasn't going to pull them out now and she wouldn't let him do so either. Maybe another time. Because tonight, wasn't about exploring their kinks. They were supposed to be figuring things out. "We still have to have sex in his dungeon." They didn't get a chance to back then but, maybe now that Tyler had taken Eli's mansion over, they could have a redo.

Brooke would make sure to pencil that night in. "I can't believe my dad almost caught us." Brooke's thoughts were running a mile a minute, which explains her jumping from subject to subject without waiting for a response. She can't help it though, Tyler makes her nervous. He always has. But, it's the good kind of nervous. It's the school girl crush kind. Where everything she does, its for a purpose. It's to get him to like her and then fall in love with her. Even though, he already is.

"I know we have a lot to work out..." her stomach twists just thinking about all the subjects they haven't touched and she knows they should, and they need to. Like the one about Gage. But, Brooke wants to enjoy the moment for a little while longer. She wants to bask in the memories of them, not other people. "But, can I just say.... if this...." meaning today "... is what it's like to have sex with you in a bed. Why don't we do it more often?" Throughout their entire relationship, Brooke can't recall one time where they've made it to a bed. Normally they were too impatient. Whatever was within reach or accessible at the time, is what they went with.

Laughing, Brooke leans up to bury her face against Tyler's neck. She spays it with a few kisses while her legs wrap around his waist to keep him buried inside of her heat. Regardless of the stall in their thrusts. "What's your favorite memory from our relationship? Like, if you could pick any one of them to re-live again... which one would you choose?"

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! Can I ask a headcanon between dorm leaders with S/o that somehow getting hypnotized by their stalker (ex: like the sea witch hypnotize prince erik). I want to see how they gonna save her. Thank you~ Have a nice day/night!

Dorm Leaders + Hypnotised!MC

I took inspo from your sea witch and Prince Erik example, so there's the notion of a marriage proposal between you and the dorm leader

Warning: Yandere tones, Poisoning, Mentions of Torture but not explicit

One day, on the day of your awaited date, your lover stood there and wondered why you were late. He had prepared everything for this day because today, he held a box containing a singular ring, as you had described it as the way most people in your world proposed marriage.

What he didn't expect was for his lover to look at him with utter fear as he opened your room door...

Malleus Draconia

He didn't comprehend that you were hypnotised, since he was focused on the fact that you were crying at him in fear, muttering about a monster arriving

He doesn't know what to do, he gets on his knees, begging you to look at him

He's quick to get angry at your reluctance, forcing you to look up at him

It was then he noticed a difference of your eye colour. It was a shade duller than its original colour... Which he gathered were traces of hypnotism magic

His anger vanished, reserving it for the caster of the spell

It didn't take him long to dissipate the magic. He was a powerful magician after all

However, his methods rendered you tired and sleepy. He caught you, holding your much smaller body against his own as his eyes softened at your sleeping form

"Lilia, call for Vice Dorm Leader Viper," He said, cradling you against his chest. He pressed his lips on your forehead, wishing well dreams to you. "The caster is one of his students. No doubt, the caster learned from Viper to get to YN..."

"Bring him to me alive. He'll burn for his crimes."

Riddle Rosehearts

He's immediately angry at the situation, which doesn't help your fear

Trey snaps him out of his rage, but it was futile once you yelled "Stay away from me!" To Riddle. He'd be lying if his heart didn't break a little

You were in hysterics, and Riddle had no choice but to use his magic on you. Even if wasn't sealing away any magic, it would restrain you enough for him to inspect you

Riddle's magic prowess wasn't enough to identify the exact magic, but he told Trey to take notes of anyone could use controlling magic

Seeing that you weren't hostile around Ace and Deuce, you were left in their care

On the other hand... Cater and Trey found the caster. With Riddle's unique magic, it broke the spell

Riddle was more than angry at the caster, but your safety was first. He had to deal with the caster in a more... secretive way

"YN, oh YN..." He held you close, although he kept you in the hug since he didn't want you to see his tears. "You're back..."

"The person who did this to you will face punishment for breaking my rules..."

Kalim Al-Asim

He panics at first, but then he turns to Jamil, begging him to take a look at you since something was clearly wrong with you

When you called him scary and a monster, he was in denial, muttering about how you were sick, and just needed rest

He wasn't rational about it, trying to figure out why you were sick through normal medicine but it wasn't working

He was desperate, causing you to run away from him. Under your hypnotism, you ended up in the arms of your stalker

Jamil was quick to report your disappearance, and Kalim did not wait for a single second to rescue you

Kalim's connections made it easy to find a person that was able to undo the spell on you, although you had to undergo intense recovery as well

Kalim rubbed your tired hand, marvelling at the fact that you accepted his proposal. It was a desperate one, not as he imagined but happy tears fell at your sentiment. "YN... you don't have to apologise for the mean things you said. I know it's not you..."

"The culprit will be punished severely! He harmed the future bride of the Al-Asim family after all!"

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew it was the influence of magic when Jade reported the oddity to him. He knew, and yet...

It hurt. It hurt when you said those hurtful words to him. In his heart, he forgave you but he was focused on saving his future wife

Times like this, he was glad he chose to invest in those magical orbs that spied on you in secret

Floyd was a winning key. The caster was no match for him, although Floyd had to be lightly told off to not immediately kill on-site

Once the caster was brought, it was a matter of getting the teachers to remove the spell. Azul, for as much as he wanted to do it himself, wanted you to be safe. It was better to be safe than sorry

Oh, the joy he had having to punish the caster since the student was also part of the Octavinelle dorm...

You were well-rested, although you were still comforting your soon-to-be husband Azul as he still cries over your well-being. "YN... You're safe and that's all that matters..."

"That student is already suffering at the hands of the twins anyway... So don't concern yourself with him."

Idia Shroud

Initially, Idia thought you stood him up. If it weren't for Ortho, he wouldn't have searched for you

He wished he didn't, because the words you said stung. He kept his tears in though. It wasn't your fault nor the right time

He knew what was going on. He didn't have the latest technology spying on you for nothing

He had ignored those devices since he was so nervous about his proposal, but he wished he hadn't

Even though Idia wasn't the strongest magic user, he knew his way around magicians, particularly his influence around the other stronger students like Malleus

The spell was removed, and you were safe. Idia ignored any further punishments to the caster, since it was a later problem...

Idia held his breath as you got up, steadying yourself from your recovery. "YN... I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough... Thank you for trusting me..."

"Oh? The caster? He's burning in the River Styx. Where people like him belong..."

Leona Kingscholar

He never planned this to happen! The one thing he puts effort into and it's ruined by some lowlife!

He doesn't care about the insults you say. It filters out. He's used to it. Somehow... your insults linger a little longer than the ones from others...

He doesn't deal with you. He needs to find the person who did this and he needs to find them NOW

If it means turning them to sand, so be it. He wanted you back, no. He needed you back

With Jack's sense of smell, it doesn't take long for him to command the entire beastmen gang under him to find the caster

The caster ends up in his claws, primed for him to rip him to shreds... The spell reversal was quick, and Leona held you close to him. It was tempting to slip the ring he got onto your finger...

He kept the ring next to you, as well as a photo of you both. Once you woke up, he'd say all he meant to say that night. "YN... I'm gonna have to leave your side for a while."

"There's prey I have to hunt."

Vil Schoenheit

He felt like screaming and pulling his hair out when he found you in such a state. No... No, he, as a queen, must keep his composure

He turned away before any of those hurtful words reached his ears. He couldn't bear it if he heard such things from you

He called for Rook immediately, trusting his abilities to trace back your doings before the spell took place

Vil, on the other hand, took up his magic pen to conjure up a poison much more lethal than the one he submitted to become the dorm leader...

Epel, he had to admit, had the intimidation that caused the caster to reverse his spell. Vil spent time pampering you, even when you were recovering... It was as if he was your Prince curing you from the evil curse of the apple...

He brushed away your hair, pouring you a new cup of tea. You were quite weary after the whole ordeal, but you couldn't stop looking at the twinkling ring on your finger. "I'm glad it suits your taste, my sweet potato..."

"If I'm not mistaken, that rotten stalker should be rotting... on the outside too, with that new poison I made..."

[giftofwonder]

Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader

A/N: This story will contain adult themes/language and graphic depictions sex, drug use, suicide, mental illness. Minors- Please do not interact.

A gentle rain fell from the sky, droplets pinging softly against the metal roof. Dreary skies accompanied the drizzle, casting everything in a shade of gray.

As you stepped out of the car, the crisp autumn wind rushed against you, and you pulled your blazer tighter around your body, beginning your brisk walk into the building.

The large doors opened with a heavy groan, exposing you to stuffy air that smelled both sickly and stale. Ahead was a large wooden desk, plexiglass shields between you and the receptionist.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” The girl smiled, her cheeks rosy.

“Good morning, I have a meeting with Director Todoroki. I’m here to begin my residency.” You smiled back.

“Oh! Yes, he let me know you’d be coming. Please, come right this way!” She said, swiping her badge to open the door beside the desk.

The short walk to the directors office was quiet, save for the sound of heels clacking against tile, echoing throughout the narrow corridor.

After a brief knock, you were permitted entry and took a seat. Before you was a large and intricately carved wooden desk, with bookshelves and filing cabinets lining the wall. On the far side of the desk sat a broad and intimidating man.

“Welcome. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things.” He said, extending his hand.

“Thank you, I’m excited to get started! I really appreciate the opportunity you’ve given me.” You smiled, shaking his hand. You were almost startled by how warm his skin was, hot to the touch.

“Of course. I trust you read the email that was sent out covering the basics. Do you have any questions?” He asked, blue eyes staring intently at your face.

“No, none so far. If any come up, I’ll be sure to get them cleared up before I leave today.” You said, clasping your hands in your lap as he nodded in approval.

“Right. Here is everything you will need. This is your badge, it is your access to everywhere within the facility. You will also have a PIN number you can use to override the main doors, and a skeleton key in case of a power outage. All of these must be kept on your person at all times, and keep them out of sight. If a patient gets access, or you notice any of them are missing, you sound the alarm immediately.” He said firmly, sliding the objects over to you.

“Here is your name plate. While not required, it is highly recommended. This will help the other staff and patients to identify you for now. Usually we instruct to wear it for your first 90 days just to make sure there isn’t any confusion.” He explained, laying it on the table before you as well.

You took all of the items, putting them in their respective places, before facing forward once more. He looked you over once again, the air becoming tense.

“I have one of our interns on the way over to give you a tour and show you your daily stations. Before they arrive, I would like to stress the most important rule of this facility: Always be on guard. We have had a high turnover with staffing in the past recent years. It will be hard, you will be overwhelmed, some patients will make you uncomfortable, and there is always a risk of violence. While we take every precaution we can to ensure your safety, this asylum houses the criminally insane. The people inside of here will use you and destroy you if you are not careful. I trust that you are more than qualified and fully capable to work here, but heed my warning, do not trust anyone.” The look in his eyes was desperate as he spoke, and it made your stomach churn with anxiety.

A knock on the door broke the silence that had followed, both of your attention pulled to the young man that entered after.

His wavy green hair and wide smile provided immediate comfort, clearing the heavy atmosphere that had previously hung in the air.

“Good morning, miss. My name is Izuku Midoriya and I’ll be showing you around!” His excited voice chirped. You pushed yourself to stand, turning back to your new boss.

“Thank you for everything, Director. I look forward to learning from everyone here, and will always be on guard.” You smiled.

“Good, see that you do, and just Enji is fine.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, attention shifting to the document before him.

You followed Midoriya out of the office and through a set of doors into the main hall. It led to a common area and you could see the courtyard through the large windows.

Patients sat scattered around the room, eating, playing games and quietly talking amongst themselves.

“This is what we refer to as Level One. The patients here are pretty low risk. It’s usually calm down here, though there is definitely the occasional scuffle!” He laughed.

“My friend Shouto is the intern that usually works this floor. He’s a funny guy, mainly keeps to himself, but I’m sure you’ll get along well! He’s pretty easy going.” Midoriya smiled.

“I’ll keep my eyes open for him.” You said enthusiastically, following as Midoriya pointed out doctors and patients as you passed them.

He told you the main psychiatrist of the floor was Dr. Gum. A large and very joyful man, and if you ever needed him you could usually find him in the cafeteria.

With that, he led you to the elevator and into Level 2 of the building. This area posed a moderate amount of risk. Patients often didn’t act out unprompted but you were cautioned that they were much more reactive. You had no trouble finding the doctor on the floor, him being incredibly loud.

“That’s Dr. Mic, he oversees level 2. As you can probably guess, this floor is pretty lively. This is my main floor, and if you ever need me, don’t be afraid to grab me. For the most part I don’t have too many issues here so I’m always happy to help where I can!” He smiled.

As he showed you the floor and introduced you to some of the patients, you couldn’t help but feel the eyes around the room on you everywhere you went. You knew with each increased level, the patients cases would become more severe, and with that they’d become more disturbed by your sudden appearance.

Next was Level 3. Midoriya warned you in the elevator to be careful. As soon as the doors opened, you could feel the shift. There were no patients out wandering as there had been on the previous floors. While the others had basic rooms, the patients in Level 3 were much closer to locked cells.

“This floor runs a bit differently. Because of their highly reactive states and the nature of their crimes, patients on this floor aren’t allowed out without supervision. They also can’t all be out at once.” He told you.

“Is it because they’re more prone to fighting?” You asked.

“That’s part of it, but they just usually start conspiring against staff. It’s a bit of a newer rule we had to implement. We had a handful of workers that had to be hospitalized after an incident on night shift that got out of hand. But it usually isn’t that bad! A lot of them are medicated anyways, so they’re generally pretty tame. You can’t take your eyes off of them though.” He explained, and you nodded thoughtfully.

As you rounded the corner, you saw an angry blonde reclining against the desk, face set in a deep scowl.

“That’s Bakugou, the intern for this floor. He might seem a little hot-headed at first, but he isn’t so bad once you get to know him. He’s probably just as reactive as the patients, though, so tread lightly.” He laughed awkwardly, and you could sense his discomfort as he spoke.

Continuing on, he led you to a very tiny common area. He explained the roster hanging beside the door and how they used it to keep track of which patients could enter at the same times.

You noticed one patient talking with a doctor.

“That’s Dr. Aizawa, the psychiatrist for this floor. He’s an amazing doctor. I would highly recommend working with him if you’re able. I’m sure it gets a bit more rowdy up here sometimes, but I think it’d be worth it. He has a lot to offer as a teacher.” Midoriya said, a flash of warmth crossing his features as he spoke.

“I’ve actually heard of him. He was a graduate of my university and they spoke very highly of him. I’d really like the chance to sit down with him at some point and would love the opportunity to be able to work with him.” You beamed.

“Im sure you’ll be able to! He’s sort of standoffish and can seem a bit cold at first, but he’s really nice. Im sure with a little convincing he’d take you under his wing!” He smiled back, resting his hand on your shoulder.

He then lead you back down to the first floor, on the hunt for Dr. Gum. You were told he currently held your roster of patients and you’d be shadowing him for your first day until they determined which level you would be stationed on.

Dr. Gum was in his office, take-out containers scattered across his desk like a buffet. He greeted you warmly, large hands encircling yours easily.

He offered to share his lunch with you, telling you to eat up for what he was sure would be a long first day. The two of you talked about the job and expectations, as well as some of the other staff.

He was an exceptionally kind man, in everything he did there was a feeling of joy. You could tell he loved his job and his patients, even if they weren’t the best of people.

“Level One patients are what we call High-Hopes. These are the ones with the most potential to leave the facility at some point. We work very hard to help them overcome their illnesses and difficulties as we’d love for them to be able to rejoin society at some point! Most of them are troubled by their past, but aren’t terribly dangerous. I think they’re just people who have made mistakes. My goal here is to give them the skills needed to cope with the outside world and to be able to not only succeed, but to thrive.” He told you.

As you followed him, talking with different patients on the floor, the intern Shouto made his way over.

“Hello, I am Shouto Todoroki. It’s very nice to meet you.” He said, offering a formal bow.

“It’s nice to meet you, too! Are you by any chance related to the director?” You asked, and his face twitched.

“Unfortunately, yes. I am his youngest son.” He said, tone void but you could see the unhappiness that settled over his features.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“No, it’s fine. You’re the new psychiatrist that’s just began their residency, correct?” He said, cutting you off with a swift change of topic.

“Yeah, that’s me! I look forward to working with you, Todoroki.” You smiled.

“Just Shouto is fine.” He said before abruptly turning and walking away.

“He’s a bit formal and blunt sometimes, but that kid has a heart of gold, I promise!” Dr. Gum’s laugh followed, hearty and full, filling the room.

_______

The end of your first day was quickly approaching, and you were going over patient files and the logging system they used at the Yuuie Asylum, when Dr. Gum’s phone rang.

“Yes?…Oh! Yes she’s here with me now actually…Of course, I’ll bring her up.” He spoke before hanging up and shooting you a brilliant smile.

“It seems you’re wanted upstairs. Best not to keep him waiting.” He stood, lending a hand to help you up. He guided you toward the elevator, and you noticed him press the button for Level 3. You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement that churned your stomach, but you were ready nonetheless.

When you arrived at the third floor, you were led to a back hallway, following it down to a door which Dr. Gum held open for you. On the other side, was the small common area you had seen in your first tour with Midoriya.

“Figured I’d take you the back way, it’s always good to know the routes around here, just in case.” He smiled.

As you stepped into the common room, you saw three men. The first was who you knew to be Dr. Aizawa. He had a slender build, and looked utterly exhausted. His hair was tied back and his coat hung loosely around him. His bloodshot eyes zeroed in on you immediately, but he made no move to speak.

The other two men were sat at the table, one looked to be a counselor. He had golden hair and the same bright aura that Dr. Gum carried with him.

The man who was clearly a patient sat with his back hunched, face void of any emotion. His blank eyes watched the blonde man, unblinking. You noticed the deep scarring on his face, torso and limbs, feeling a pang of sympathy for the man. You couldn’t imagine what he had been through.

You cautiously entered the room, slow steps on the ceramic floor alerting everyone to your presence. All eyes turned to you, and it was in that moment that you recognized the burned man.

“It’s you.” Were the only words he uttered, his tone in total disbelief, and the other doctors looked over at him in shock.

“Hey, long time no see! I wasn’t expecting to see a familiar face today.” You greeted him warmly, ignoring the tension and questions you could feel lingering in the air.

You walked over to the man, placing your hand on his shoulder gently and giving a light squeeze.

“It’s good to see you again, I always wondered what had happened after you left. I hoped that you’d be alright.” You continued.

“Don’t know if I’d really consider myself alright. Best I can say is I’m alive.” He accepted your touch, scoffing back at your words.

“I’m glad.” You said, sincerity shining in your words.

“How is it that you two know each other?” Dr. Aizawa asked skeptically, stepping forward and you could see the suspicion swirling in his dark eyes.

“He was one of my patients when I worked in the behavioral unit of Yuuie Hospital. I had worked with him on and off for about six months.” You explained.

“I see. I think I’ve seen enough for now. Mirio, we will continue on as we have been. Dabi, you will continue your sessions with Mr. Togata and myself as usual.” Dr. Aizawa said, met quickly with Dabi’s refusal.

“No. Im not talking to anyone ‘cept her.” He spat coldly.

“Is there some reason you are unable to speak to us?” Aizawa questioned.

“I know her.” Dabi glared, ignoring the question.

“She can definitely be included in the rotation if that-“

“Fuck off.” Dabi yelled, hands slamming against the table.

“Mirio, take the patient back to his room, please.” Dr. Aizawa said, shooting a cold look in Dabi’s direction.

Mirio cuffed Dabi, before firmly pulling him to his feet and out of the room. Dabi didn’t put up a fight, simply stomping along beside him.

“I suppose it’s his lucky day.” Aizawa said, looking to you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked, your brow furrowing.

“This was what we call the ‘Last Hope Evaluation’, it’s our process to determine where someone falls in terms of progress. Dabi has been a difficult patient, refusing to speak to any of us during the few months he has been here. Had you not came when you did, he would have failed.” He explained.

“What happens when they fail?” You asked.

“We shift focus. Initially, when patients are brought in, we determine their level. A Level One has the potential to one day be released. Some may stay a Level One, and others will progress to Level Two. Level Two is for patients that are sort of in an in-between. They are potentially dangerous, but not typically reactive. They are monitored, and receive the same evaluations. If their condition improves they can be lowered to a Level One, or they may also stay the same or increase to a Level Three. Level Three’s are dangerous, they cannot be without supervision. It is very rare for someone to leave the third floor. However, the “Last Hope” is for us to identify how to progress with treatment. You will find that some are more open than others. Those who are, we actively work with in an attempt to better them with the expectation that they may decrease in level. Those that fail are usually either unable or unwilling to improve, and so we simply provide a content stay. We give them general therapy and medication as needed, feed and cloth them. If they at some point begin to show signs of improvement or wanting to improve, we start the cycle again, but until then, we simply allow them to exist here.” Dr. Aizawa explained.

“Ah, I see. Do you think I’ll be working closely with him, then?” You asked, unable to hold back the excitement in your voice. It wasn’t necessarily a pleasant situation, but you would be happy to be able to continue on with someone who had haunted the recesses of your mind for so long. You wanted to understand him, understand what he went through, and figure out a way to help him.

Most of what you remembered about him surrounded his anger. Many of the small details had been lost to time, your memory failing you, but you could still see the way his eyes looked so heartbreakingly hollow as he spoke about himself and his life.

“Perhaps. I’m going to call a meeting shortly with the director and discuss this matter with him. Go home for today, I’ll have more information tomorrow.

_________

You walked alone down the hall, Dr. Gum staying back to talk to Dr. Aizawa. You entered the elevator, your mind lost in a hazy daydream.

As you descended down to the second floor, the door chimed and opened. At seeing Midoriya running between rooms, you had stepped out, wanting to go and talk to him. It was only then you noticed the man a few feet away.

He was alone, wearing a navy jumpsuit, his blonde hair styled messily and a broom in his hands. He glanced up at you, flashing a smile as he stopped sweeping.

“Are you the new doc they’ve been talking about?” He asked, taking a few steps toward you and leaning his broom against the wall.

“I am, first day.” You said with a laugh and he nodded.

“Names Hawks,” he pointed to the badge embroidered on his front pocket, “I’m the custodian. I know it probably isn’t much coming from me, but if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” He said, a lazy grin on his face.

“Oh no, I appreciate it! I’m sure you have a lot of insight to how things go around here! I’ll take all of the help I can get.” You reassured, and you saw the spark of confidence in his gaze grow.

“Good, I’m glad! But uh-that looks my cue to get back to work.” He cringed, the loud sound of a patient vomiting across the room cutting the conversation short.

Midoriya had disappeared off into one of the patients rooms, so you instead made your way down to the main floor, did a double check that you had everything on you, and headed home for the evening.

[xoxo-teddybear]

4 weeks - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, needy Bakugou, 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!f!reader, oral, use of viagra, NOT SPELL CHECKED (sorry >w<)

Summary: Bakugou done fucked up and now he has to pay the price..sorta

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: just for the sake of the story, your quirk is “Command.” As long as you come into physical contact with your opponent, even for a second, you can command them to do your bidding until you say “rebel.”

“WHAAAATTTTT??????!!!!!!”

You could’ve sworn the whole house, scratch that, the whole world shook as Bakugou screamed at you.

Bakugou had fucked up. During a little heated session, things got a little too rough. As Bakugou was railing you from the back, he tugged at your hair. However, along with your soft locks, he pulled on your thin necklace chain that was gifted to you by your precious 5 year old son. The chain broke and Bakugou didn’t even tell you. He opted to have you both finish before he even mentioned the broken gift.

And now it was the next day and Katsuo, your son, had noticed the missing necklace. It did hurt him a bit especially considering he did so much to earn money and go with grandma to buy the necklace but he assured you it was okay. You sent him off to his room to play as you walked to the kitchen to scold and punish your husband. As you complained to him, he conversed with you as his back was facing you and only turned when he heard your punishment for him.

“You heard me. 4 weeks. No sex, no touching, no hugs or kisses, no nothing. No. Physical. Contact.” You said with a stern and nonchalant face. Your arms were crossed as you faced your husband who looked at you with an open mouth and open palms.

“Wha- but- WHY???” He whined.

“Katsuki come on! You broke my very expensive necklace!” You said, gesturing to your now bare neck.

“Who cares if it was expensive, I could buy you another one! We’re pros Y/N, we could buy a unicorn if we wanted!” Bakugou argued as he was still trying to get out of his punishment. You only crossed your arms and pressed your fingers into your forehead.

“That’s not the point! It’s the fact that even though it was so expensive, our 5 year old son still bought it! And so because you broke it, this is your punishment.” You explained. Bakugou groaned as he threw his head back and huffed towards the ceiling when an idea came to his mind.

“You know..” he began as he walked towards you, “I broke that necklace, on accident, because I was so focused on pleasuring my queen. Anndddd I could make it up to you in the exact same way~” He attempted to wrap his arms around your waist but you spun around and stepped behind him resulting in him stumbling forward. He turned towards you and growled.

“Really Katsuki? You’re gonna snarl at me? Look, you know the rules, so follow them. Now I’m going with Katsuo to get him a new toy to cheer him up, you just...heh, sit in your room and think about what you’ve done.” You teased. You grabbed your purse and had Katsuo get ready. Once he was done you told him to get into the car and you walked to Katsuki to say bye. You smirked as you looked at him and pressed your hands against his chest. You slowly went in for a kiss and Bakugou looked at you in shock before he smirked and leaned in too. But just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and walked to the door. As you opened it you turned to him and spoke.

“No kisses. Remember?” You grinned at him. He snarled and picked up a pillow off the couch and threw it towards you but you shut the door before it could reach you. This was gonna be a long 4 weeks for Katsuki.

—

Katsuki awoken to his gorgeous wife....sleeping on the other side of the bed far..far away from him. No touching meant no sleepy time cuddles either. It had already been like this for a week. He looked a little closer at her sleeping figure and smiled at her peaceful state. He scooted closer and he tucked his head into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist. Or more like he tried to. The second his arm made contact with your body for cuddles, you woke up and smacked his hand away.

“Ah! Y/N!! This isn’t fair!” He whined. He looked at his arm and saw a little red shade forming as he pouted at you. You turned towards your doting husband and just gave him a stern look.

“Who broke my necklace?” Bakugou sighed and flopped onto the bed on his back as he faced the ceiling.

“Me.”

“And now who has to pay the price?”

“Me.” He pouted again. You chuckled as you got up and stretched.

“Stop pouting Suki. You’re not Katsuo.” You giggled but he only looked at you with the same pout.

“He’s my carbon copy, we’re basically the same person.” You smiled at your humorous husband and he smiled seeing the grin that bestowed your face. You kneeled on the bed and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his chest as you got close to his face.

“You’ll survive, Love.” You said and then gave him a loving kiss. His eyes went wide at the surprise contact but he quickly smiled into the kiss and returned it as he shut his eyes to enjoy it. You intensified the kiss but when Katsuki went to pull you in closer by your neck, you quickly backed away. He looked at you in shock before whining again.

“Okay, first of all, I thought you said no touching.” He growled as he clenched his fist.

“I said you couldn’t touch. Never said anything about me,” you said with a cocky grin. Bakugou’s face went red at your devious actions.

“Okay well what the fuck? You can’t just kiss me like that and stop after I already went a whole week without touching you. Come back here,” he said as he tried to grab onto your wrist but you backed up and walked to your bedroom door.

“Get ready for the day love, this is just the beginning.”

—

Mitsuki and Masaru had just arrived. Katsuki was sitting on the couch trying to distract himself with the TV while you were in the kitchen making a smoothie when door bell rang. You opened the door greeting your in-laws with love and expectance.

“Hi Mom! Dad! Come in! Katsuo is almost done packing his bags,” you happily said as you stepped to the side to allow your mother and father in law to enter.

“Umm, what? Why is my son packing his bags?” Katsuki asked as he stood from the couch.

“Y/N didn’t tell you? We called a few nights ago asking to bring Katsuo on a trip. She said yes and told us she’d tell you about it later,” Masaru explained. Katsuki jerked his head towards Y/N in disbelief as she placed her hand on the side of cheek and spoke.

“Oops! I guess I forgot,” you said with sarcasm dripping in your voice. Mitsuki and Masaru believed you but when they turned to face their son again your mischievous grin returned as you also faced Katsuki. He was silently fuming as he watched you go from angel to devil in a second.

“Ah well, who cares. Point is, we’re here to pick up my grandson!” Mitsuki said as she took a seat on the couch. You all made small talk but Katsuki continued to stand as he processed just how conniving his wife was.

“Mama! I’m all set!” Katsuo said as he came down the stairs with his little suitcase and teddy bear in hand.

“Hi baby! Grandma and Grandpa are already here,” you said and Katsuo excitedly ran to his grandparents.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Katsuo said as he jumped into their arms.

“Ohh, hello my little firecracker!” Mitsuki said, greeting her grandson. “Ready for a vacation in Rio?”

“Mhm!” Katsuo quickly replied but Katsuki just stuttered in shock before he spoke again.

“Woah- wait? Rio? You’re taking him to Brazil? That’s across the globe, how long are you guys gonna be gone?” Katsuki asked with concern. Not for his son, he completely trusted his parents with his child and he knew they would have fun. He was worried for himself. Taking care of Katsuo was a distraction for Katsuki. Watching his son kept his mind off of wrecking Y/N. If his son was away for too long, he didn’t know how long he would survive his punishment.

“We’ll be gone for about 3 weeks. Don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.” Masaru said.

“Wha- huh? 3 WEEKS?! .....Y/N you little satan,” he whispered the last part. He turned to face you and saw a Cheshire grin on your face. His face turned red and you swore you could see steam leave Katsuki’s ears but you continued as if everything was normal.

“Alright well, we’ll be going now!” Mitsuki said as she stood alongside her husband. Katsuo said his partings with his parents and they said their “I love you’s” before their son walked out the door with his grandparents. Katsuo was about to have the time of his life while Katsuki was left to suffer.

Y/N was seated on the couch as Katsuki was still seething. She held a grin on her face as Katsuki slowly turned to look at her.

“You got some explaining to do, princess,” he said adding poison to the loving nickname. You only smiled some more as you stood and walked to your husband. He towered over you but right now, you were above him because you held all the power now. You got in his face as you spoke words that would set him off.

“Whatchu’ gonna do now without your little distraction running around, daddy?” You softly but sinisterly and seductively said as you chuckled and purposely bumped into his shoulder as you walked away.

—

Bakugou has slowly been losing his mind. He was on the last day of the second week and it’s been killing him. When he sat down he would spazz a little and his fingers would be having a little seizure. His eye would twitch at night as he kept his back to you to restrain himself. The soft quiet moans you would release in your sleep every now and then would send Bakugou into the bathroom in the middle of the night to relieve himself. Just the sight of you was daring Bakugou to pounce.

You weren’t making it any easier for him either. First you send his son AKA his distraction from his hot wife away, then you tease him constantly, you also allow yourself to touch him but refuse to let him cop a feel on you, and now, you walk around after work in his t-shirt and a pair of cute panties. Your plump ass on display and the sight of your plush thighs drove him wild.

You were sipping tea in the kitchen when your frantic husband came in. You took notice of him and greeted him with a smile before it quickly dropped at the sight of him. He looked awful. Bags under his eyes, a twitching eye, a crooked line for a smile, disheveled hair, and his posture was horrendous. He took a seat next to you saying nothing as he just tapped his foot against the floor.

“Umm...baby? Are you okay-“

“NO! I’m not! I’m not okay, not at all!” He snapped as he looked at you with wide eyes. You stared back at him with the same eyes as you slowly took another sip before continuing.

“What’s the problem, love?” You asked as if you didn’t know.

“What’s the problem?” He began with a whisper. “What’s the problem?! Oh, like you don’t know you TEASE!” Bakugou stood from his seat as he clapped his hands to dramatically to explain.

“HOR-NY!” He said as he brought his hands together for each sound. “I am insanely horny, you shitty woman! I can’t get myself off, I don’t have my son around to keep me busy, work is just annoying now, and my fine ass wife won’t let me touch her!”

You laughed a little as he explained and Katsuki had his jaw dropped at your rude behavior.

“You’re laughing? Oh you think this is funny? Oh okay,” he said and walked away.

“WHEN THIS BULLSHIT IS OVER, YOU’RE SUCKING MY DICK Y/N!” He slammed the door to your shared bedroom but he screamed loud enough for you to hear all the way from the kitchen. “ON SOFT!”

—

The end of the third week. It was almost too much for Katsuki. Katsuo would be back in another week but it would be pointless because the punishment would be over by then. I mean yeah, he’d get to have his son back again (yayy familyyy) but when Katsuo would be back, Katsuki would be completely indulging himself in Y/N. How the fuck were they supposed to keep quiet?

Whatever though. Katsuki had no time to think of the future. He was living in the now, and so he had to come up with a plan to get Y/N to break. In the beginning of the 4th week, Katsuki spent time and time again tweaking his plans and coming up with new tactics until he realized....his damn wife was just as stubborn and hard headed as he was. Nothing was gonna break her. And so we’ve been led to this.

“BABBYYYYYYYYYY”

“...”

“PRINCESSSSSSSS”

“...”

“Y/N BAKUGOU!”

Bakugou resorted to being a puppy that basically had separation anxiety. He would yell and shout and whine at every chance he had. He would do whatever if it meant getting you to break. He missed you. The last time you made physical contact with him was during that kiss and man did it send Katsuki into a frenzy.

Considering Katsuki’s quirk contained nitroglycerin, a chemical commonly found in viagra, it was safe to say it was very easy for you to rile him up. And as he thought about that, it hit him like a train. If he can’t go to you, then he’ll make you come to him. He’ll set you up and he knows exactly how to do it.

Bakugou left the bedroom and ran down the stairs to find you in the living room. You were cozied up with yourself under a blanket that covered your booty shorts that you wore. You were entranced by the story of a book as you allowed the TV to play at a low volume for background noise and Bakugou’s heart swelled at such a domesticated moment. “Hi baby.”

You looked up to your husband and rolled your eyes with a smile as you looked at him. You wondered what trick he had up his sleeve this time around. “Hey. You need something?” You asked.

“Mm mm,” he shook his head with a soft smile, how cute. “Just was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Get some snacks, sit in bed, and just enjoy some time together.”

You smile grew wider at the thought of a little date night in your shared bedroom and you were quick to agree to his offer. “I’ll get the snacks,”

“No don’t worry about. I’ll get it. I already have everything set up. Picked a movie and everything. All you have to do is just be there with me.” You awed at your husband’s kind gestures as you went up to peck his cheek.

“Thanks Suki!” You happily said as you walked away. Bakugou watched your form disappear into the master bedroom before he quickly ran through all the cabinets and fridge. He frantically looked for viagra but when he couldn’t find any he whipped out his phone. He called a number that he knew was going to be able to help him.

“Listen Dunce Face. Don’t ask any questions, just do as I say if you want to fucking live. I know you have female viagra on you and if you don’t, get your ass to the store right now and pick some up for me. Bring it to me ASAP!” He quickly said and hung up before giving Kaminari any time to reply. Bakugou slowly prepared snacks to eat and in 5 minutes a knock was heard on the door. He ran to it and opened the wooden piece to find a huffing electric blonde.

“I....I....I got it!” Kaminari tiredly breathed out as he held a bag over his head to show the items he brought. Bakugou snatched it out of his hand before giving a quick ‘thanks!’ To show his appreciation and slammed the door.

Katsuki took the pills out of its containers and crushed 2 into a powder. He mixed it in with your bottle of water and finally brought the snacks and drinks up to you. He walked in to find you waiting on the bed for him and you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the bags of junk on the bed as he quickly joined you until he realized something was off.

“Umm...Y/N?” You smiled as you knew what he was going to ask and considering you guys were gonna have a little movie date, you gave in.

“Fine.” You happily said as you gave in and Bakugou was quick to pull you into his arms and become the big spoon. He finally got to hold you after so many weeks but this was not his main goal. No he wanted much more. This was only a stepping stone to his victory.

The movie began and Bakugou had you cuddled in his arms. You were enjoying the warmth of your husband as your eyes were drawn to the screen and you couldn’t help but smile at these sweet intimate moments like this. Yeah. You’ve missed him over the past few weeks but a punishment is a punishment. So you decided to savor this time with him before going back to cutting off physical contact once more.

Time had passed and Bakugou watched as you picked at the snacks and swallow down sips of the contaminated water. He smirked every time you downed a gulp and now the best part was coming up. See, Bakugou chose everything so that he knew exactly how everything would turn out. With that being said, he chose a movie that he knew would help the viagra in your system to get you going.

The erotic scene played and Bakugou watched as you rubbed your thighs together for friction. You bit your lip from time to time to hold back a needy groan and you began feeling heat all over you. And it wasn’t coming from Katsuki. Seeing you in this state, Bakugou slowly went to place a hand on your bare thigh. You didn’t push him away and Bakugou grinned at the fact that you were breaking. He soothed and rubbed at your thigh as he would squeeze it every now and then as well. The whole time you were asking yourself why the explicit scene was so detailed and so long.

Out of nowhere, you felt Bakugou’s hand travel up your leg and to your core but just for a second. The teasing touch had you silently gasp and you craved for more. You turned to Bakugou to see he was leaning against the headboard and he would release a grunt every so often which didn’t help relieve your growing heat. He didn’t seem bothered by anything or affected at all as he watched the movie continue.

Enough was enough, you picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Bakugou turned to look at you with a raised brow but openly smirked once he saw you straddle his lap. You shamelessly began to grind yourself against his core as you both released sighs and moans at the friction. His hands went straight to your hips as he spoke.

“What’s wrong princess? What happened to my punishment?” He teasingly asked.

“Shut up,” was all that you said before you quickly dove in for a hungry kiss that Bakugou happily returned. It was all teeth and tongue as you both pressed against each other, grinding against one another’s clothed centers. Moans were released into the kiss as you began to undress yourself. You both pulled away for a second to remove your tops but quickly went back in for the kiss. You removed your shorts as Bakugou remained in his sweats. You were left in nothing but panties before Katsuki decided to rip those off.

“Katsuki...nobody said anything about you being able to touch me again,” you clarified with sharp eyes. Bakugou’s eyes went wide. He thought this was the end of the punishment. He thought you gave in.

“What do you-“

Before he could finish, you placed your hand on his shoulder and activated your quirk.

“Sleep.”

And just like that, Bakugou was out like a light. While he was unconscious, you took the opportunity to tie his wrists to the headboard using one of his dress ties. You removed his sweats and briefs as you allowed his member to stand tall. You stared at the red, angry tip that was drenched in pre-cum. You smirked as you sat yourself on his waist as your hand went to stroke his member the slightest bit. He moaned in his sleep and you giggled as you spoke again.

“Rebel.”

Bakugou slowly woke up, but once he fully came to, he was completely submerged in pleasure. His eyes were blessed with the view of your naked body, with a beautiful face that adorned a smirk. And he understood why you held the malicious smile. He groaned as he felt your pace at his dick speed up. You leaned down to his ear as Katsuki held heavy breaths with a flushed and red face.

“No touching, remember Suki?” You whispered as you then licked the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Y/N please. Please just do something...Ahh~” You trailed your thumb up to his tip as you focused on it. The feeling sent Bakugou into heaven.

“Awww, you thought you could tell me what to do? If you didn’t notice, tonight, I’m in charge.” You said with a grin and devious eyes. Bakugou groaned even more as he waited for you to do..anything! “I’ll tell you what though, Suki. You have been pretty decent for the past few weeks so I’ll give you a little something. And maybe if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll let you have the main course.”

Bakugou watched as you stopped your hand movements and scooted back. You were face to face with his dick as you jerked him off some more. You held his member in your hand as you made eye contact with him. You licked the base of his cock all the way to the tip causing Bakugou to sigh and moan. You kissed the tip before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around.

“Oh s-shit! Baby! Fuck-“

You went down on him one time and moaned around his cock, allowing the vibrations to have full affect on your trembling husband. You pulled off him with a pop as you smiled up at him.

“Oh I’m sorry. You wanted me to suck your dick on soft, right?...Mm, well it’s not my fault you can’t control your hard on.” You teased to which Bakugou growled at you. “Again with the snarling? That’s not what good boys do Suki. Good boys do what they’re told so they get to cum inside a pretty pussy~”

Bakugou perked up at the temptation. Cumming inside you. Breeding you. Pumping you full until you give him another brat. The thought of you walking around beautifully swollen with his kid drove him mad and desperate.

“Let me cum inside you Princess.” He asked with a soft but stern tone.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not the one giving orders tonight, Katsuki. So listen up. I’ll go down on you for about 5 minutes. If you don’t come in those 5 minutes, I’ll let you cum inside. However, if you do, I’ll be leaving you here with a cock ring for the next few hours while I go and pleasure myself somewhere else. Understand?” You watched as he attempted to fight against his restraints.

“No.” He refused to give in. He turned his head down, avoiding your gaze and you sighed in return.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself,” you said and slid off him. You were about to walk away before Bakugou called out for you.

“No wait!” You turned to him and gave a little curl with your lip. “Tch....please.” He said while blushing and staring off.

“Please what suki?” You said, acting dumb. Bakugou really didn’t wanna beg but he’s so close to getting what he’s been craving all month. Screw his damn pride. He was gonna get laid and he was gonna get it tonight!

“Please! ....Fuck me, touch me, suck my dick, let me cum inside you, do something to me! Please Y/N,” he begged. His member still stood erect and you smiled as you walked towards him.

“That’s my good boy,” you said as you caressed his jaw and gave him a quick and passionate kiss before moving down to suck him off. You kissed his tip multiple times before taking him in. He gasped and sighed at the contact and feeling of your warm cavern but he’ll be damned if he came undone in less than 5 minutes. He needed to cum inside your sweet little cunt and he was gonna do whatever it took to do so.

You bobbed your head at a steady pace causing Bakugou to plead for more. You swallowed his pre-cum, which left him gasping. Your hand went to fondle his balls as he fought against his restraints. He wanted to use his hands to take control but he couldn’t, not with them being tied up.

“P-please baby. Faster! Please!” He begged. And who were you to deny your good boy. You sped up your movements and moaned with his cock seated in your throat. “Ohh god! Yess!”

His legs shook as he was close to cumming. He looked at the time and saw he only had 1 minute left. Just 1 minute. Hold it in and he gets to cum inside you. However, he didn’t know you had a little trick up your sleeve.

When you walked away before, you grabbed a mini vibrator. Seeing he only had 1 minute left, you turned it on and placed it at the base of his cock while you sucked him off and moaned some more.

“F-fuck baby! S’too much! Stop- stop! ...ohh fuck I’m-I’m gonna cum!” Bakugou screamed with his head thrown back. He jerked his hips up as he attempted to fuck your mouth but you squeezed and scratched at his bare thighs to get him to stop. And finally, with your permission..

“You can cum now, good boy,”

He filled your mouth as he screamed in pleasure. His legs shook in pure ecstasy as he filled your mouth with his sweet-salty release. You pulled off him with a stuffed mouth and watched as his chest puffed up and fell down. He sighed before he looked at you with rosy cheeks. You smirked at him, opening your mouth to show him his work before swallowing it all. The erotic scene caused him to bite his lips and throw his head back as he puffed some more.

He can’t believe he was at his limit and all because of a blowjob. His dick grew soft but rose once more as vibrations came in contact with his shaft again. He flinched at the sudden feeling and looked at the cause of it and saw you holding the vibrator against him. “Baby? W-what? W-hy?”

“Aww Suki. Don’t you remember? It’s time to give you what you’ve wanted all month,” you smirked at him. His eyes went wide. How could he forget? He wanted to cum inside you so badly, but he didn’t know if he had any left. He didn’t know if he would be able to take it after his extreme climax.

“W-wait! Wait Y/N. I-..I need a break for a second. I can’t-“

“Excuse me?” You cut him off. “So you’re the only one that gets pleasure out of all this? I don’t think so.”

“No baby, that’s not what I meant. I just- it’s just...s’too much!” He cried out as he watched you hover over his erection. You lined his dick up with your entrance and smirked some more.

“You can handle it. I know you can. You’ll be my good boy and pleasure me too, right?” You sweetly said. Bakugou didn’t know what it was. He was never the submissive one but you calling him a ‘good boy’ did something to him. It made him want to completely submit to you and do whatever you pleased. You slammed down completely on his cock as you both cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Bakugou screamed. You began a fast pace bouncing up and down on him. Your hands found placement on his bare chest as he threw his head back and made an abundant amount of noise. “Oh baby! Baby- slow down! F-fuck too much!”

“Mm..c’mon Suki..I thought you wanted this. Fuck- I thought you wanted..to be my good boy,” you teased while moaning. You held a devious grin as you rode him and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Poor baby was so overstimulated.

Bakugou released sobs of pleasure but he enjoyed it all nonetheless. “S-shit! Oh my godd Katsuki! S-So big!”

“Ahh! Fuck! Y-Y/N..baby please! Let me touch you! Please!” Bakugou seethed out. He had his feet planted on the bed as he attempted to thrust up into you. You, growing a soft spot for the man below you, gave in.

“Heh...be a good boy and please me Suki.” You released his wrists from their ties as you never stopped your motions and his hands were quick to find home around your waist.

Bakugou was quick to take control and bounce you up and down on his shaft, controlling the pace. Now it was your turn to scream and cry in pleasure as Bakugou slammed you down on his cock while ramming up into you at the same time. He was going to be a good boy and please you.

“F-fucking shit! You like that? Huh?” He gave your ass a quick and hard smack before continuing. “You like the way my dick feels inside your sweet pussy?”

The pleasure was too much for you. You could barely form words as he catered to your body. His thrusts were beginning to bring you to your end as you felt the familiar tight feeling grow stronger in your stomach. You pussy clenched around his shaft as he released a gruff moan at the squeeze.

“Shit..you gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my dick? ...fuck yess~ let me fill you up princess,” he said as his thrust grew sloppy. He was close to his end as well and you nodded in approval to his desire.

“Ka-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum..fuck baby I’m cumming!” Bakugou sped up the slightest bit to help you reach your climax until you finally came. You both released cried of euphoria as you both met your orgasms and met each other for a hungry kiss. At the same time, Bakugou stopped his thrusts as he shot his load in you, and a mix of your releases seeped out of your cunt. Your kiss was sloppy as your tongues fought for dominance. Bakugou let his hands travel to your ass where they helped you grind on his dick a little more and smacked it once again.

You both had moaned into the kiss until oxygen became necessary. You separated from each other with small pecks before finally stopping. Bakugou remained inside you as you settled into his chest. He had his arms wrap around you as you both spent time catching your breaths. Once you both finally settled, you bathed in the comforting feeling of the after sex glow and cuddled in a comforting silence. Bakugou had kissed the crown of your head before he spoke up and broke the quiet.

“So much for a punishment,” he teased. You looked at him with slanted eyes as a way of telling your husband to shut up but he only chuckled at you. He lifted your chin and brought your lips to meet his once more for a loving kiss before separating to tell you sweet words.

“I love you, princess.” He said with his husky voice.

“I love you too, Suki.” You sent your hand to intertwine with his and he gladly accepted. He was right though. So much for a punishment. Oh well, you’ll get him next time he fucks up.

A/N: EW THE ENDING WAS SO BAD!!!! WTFFFFF! Whatever. I hope you enjoyed it bear Cubs! I’m sorry I’ve been in my lil slump but I feel myself getting better and I’ll be back soon!💗🧸 And now...to start on the ninth chapter of my series. Yayyyyy😓

A/N: I think my favorite part is when Katsuki yells “Suck my dick!...on soft!” Cuz I be walking around and saying that to mfs who test me. If you disrespect me, SUCK MY DICK..ON SOFT! 🤣 am I a female? YES! But you will suck my soft non-existent dick if you decide to act like a prick for no apparent reason. Thank you!😂