#sir has 3 jobs and makes bank

[scrimblyscrorblo]

Was in a fashion mood and here we are, random Pinterest inspired fits I thought fit the characters

They are the dolls in which I play dress-up

[eccentricallygothic]

Since I don't see much of it,may I request a dark robber Bucky AU? That turned soft dark? It can be a home robbery. Or a bank robbery. Whichever's easier for you. But I feel like a bank robbery would be way more thrilling. Maybe he held her as a hostage and had his way with her. But then decided he wants to keep her for himself after all and add kidnapping to the list <3 Ski mask and all. Like the one Seb wears for his role in that Destroyer movie with Nicole Kidman. Except I want to request the long haired Civil War Bucky looking Bucky in this one. Just imagine how hot it is when he takes off his ski mask & reveals himself to her in all his glory with his long hair falling to the sides of his face and framing it perfectly. And reader is just stunned,because he's too beautiful. Again,if you want to do a home robbery instead,it's fine too. He went to rob a house but wasn't expecting the pretty little thing hiding under the blanket/in the closet. Decided to have some fun on his "quest" and had his way with her but had a change of mind and decided to correct his way, "moves in" with reader in her home and get a proper job now so he can finally marry her in the near future and propose to her with a diamond ring,one that doesn't belong to reader's mother/grandmother/aunt lol. And finally have that break,that normal life he's been craving for so long now and a beautiful wife by his side to spend his whole life with. Sorry if this request sucks,just haven't seen much robber AUs of Bucky so I thought why not? Okay,that's all I got. Whether you want to take it up or not,thank you so much <3 I'll keep enjoying your other works :D

so… um… idk if you know me or not but i am kinda known on here for being a mad slut… i hope you like it and please don't hate me if you don't i know i am greedy af. ill redo it with one of the scenarios if you don't like it <333 

| Small World |

Pairing: Dark-Soft-Dark Robber!Bucky Barnes | Naïve!You.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, bank robbery, violence, knife play, gun play, fear kink, unprotected p-in-v sex, missionary, doggy style, corruption kink, sir kink, power imbalance, Daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, he's lowkey mean, size kink, naive!Reader, virginity loss, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia. Minors do not interact. 

MASTERLIST

Panicked and horrified eyes turn to stare at you when you are pointed out of your group of hostages to stand up from your position on the ground. Some of your colleagues look at you with pity, others with hope and plea in their teary eyes.

Please, do it for us.

The greater good, and all.

Before you can decide whether you are the sacrificial lamb type or not, the masked man who has called out for you wraps one of his gloved hands around your arm and tugs you away from your group. Your meek and wheezed out requests fall on deaf ears as you are marched down the main hall.

“P- Please!” You turn your head to look back at his covered face with tear stained cheeks, head slightly shaking as your hands tremble beside it from their position in the air.

“I won’t repeat myself” the soft volume of the man’s voice can easily be easily mistaken for mercy if not for the menace in his tone. And the fact that he has the biggest stature out of his entire group –practically a giant- does not help your case. “Get the fuck inside or I’ll make you” he nods towards the door of the manager’s office, gun trained at you threateningly. “Move it.”

Within the next few moments, the man has you pressed up between him and the heavy wooden desk while he towers over you, toying with the loose strands of your hair with a little pocket knife that he has brandished out of his leather jacket.

“Please…” You helplessly plead in vain, thighs quivering from the way he rests his gun between your legs. Your shaking thighs tightly hug the barrel as the tip presses into the table.

“Aw, honey” he is relaxed and unfazed, almost as though he is unaware of the severity of the situation. Or perhaps this is more natural to him than you can ever know. A chill rises in your back as realization hits you. He cannot care less. “Why are you crying?” The man gathers a drop of your panic on the tip of his blade before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick before humming at the taste. “I just wanna be friends… don’t you wanna be friends?” Your bottom lip wobbles as you shake your head stupidly. 

“P- Please lemme go join the rest…” He sighs at your sob, disappointed. 

“Out there with all those average Joes?” His teal eyes watch you from behind the mask as he traces the shape of your clothed boobs with the knife. “Oh, come on, pretty girl” terror fills you when you feel his hard-on rubbing against one of your knees. “You’re too special to be out there with those lowlifes, baby” your body freezes when the knife trails its way up your chest to rest on your bottom lip.

“P- Please…” A whisper shudders its way out of your still lips while your widened eyes watch the blade trail along the opening of your mouth. “D- Don’t hurt me, s- sir…”

“I won’t have to if you behave…” The tip of the weapon clinks against your teeth as the crown of his gun caresses your intimate part at the same time; having found its way into your pencil skirt. “So say, doll. Will you behave for me?” You would be a fool if you think that you have any other choice than to nod. “Use your words now, come on” his muffled coo is so soft it nearly triggers something inside you. 

But before you can ponder over it, his hand thumps against your cheek to bring you back to the present moment and you find yourself instantly nodding again. "Y- Yes, sir. I- I'll behave for you…" Something scratches at you from deep inside, but the sickening stimulation that you're being subjected to keeps you bound in the present moment.

"Good girl" you let out a relieved exhale when he pulls the blade from your lips and now brings it to the buttons of your blouse. "Tell me, honey. Do you have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks flush despite the situation and you gulp, lowering your eyes to watch him bounce the stitch holding your button together against the sharp metal. "Or… maybe a little girlfriend?" You can't help but loudly gasp when the thread finally comes undone and your swells bounce into his view. 

"P- Please, sir…" The man tuts and shakes his head. 

"Remember, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you are nice to me…" As if to put emphasis on his words, he straightens the knife and softly pokes one of your boobs by sliding the tip inside. You can't see it but your hurried apology makes him smirk under the mask. "Now, then. Where were we…?" 

"N- No, sir…" You softly sob, unable to control your tears. "I d- don't have a boyfriend…" 

"Good girl" he speaks as if he knows you and like you owe it to him, his gun-holding hand disappearing inside his jacket to put the weapon away. Though the relief that washes over you at the sight is short-lived because said hand then comes to grip and caress one of your thighs… under your skirt. "You're too good for silly little boys" your mouth falls agape when he suddenly catches two more of your buttons in a single strike, making your boobs jerk downwards due to the sudden change in pressure. 

"Please–!" 

"Shhhh" his rough hands yank you closer and against him by the help of your ass, your clothed core colliding with his bulge as he now presses the wider part of the knife against your lips. "I won't remind you again, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you shut up and behave like a good fucking girl" his eyelids flutter a little when his hips move against yours. "Because you'll look just as pretty to me without a tongue as you do now, so make your choice" you freeze as blood drains from your face. 

The man gives you a few moments to try him and then he hums in satisfaction when you don't dare. 

"See, that wasn't so fuckin' hard, was it, baby?" Your eyes sting from how tears keep spilling out and down your face in thick streams, the saltiness pricking at your lips as you feel his knife cut your skirt open from the middle before he tears an opening in your pantyhose, groaning at the sight of your pussy before you feel the leather of his gloves tease your folds. "Fucking hell, honey. You've such a cute little pussy on you" you can no longer clearly see what he's doing due to your blurry vision, but the violation of your intimate parts leaves you devoid of any desire to do so. 

Your mind screams at you to stop him.

No one should touch you.

You don't know why exactly, but every fiber of your existence is screeching at you to run. 

Not so much to escape, instead to avoid being defiled. 

But what match are you to an armed man who is thrice your size? 

"It's so tiny and fragile, do you think she can handle me, huh baby?" His voice is heavy as he now pumps his huge leaking cock with one hand, hissing when he touches the tip against your opening to gather some of your slick before spreading it on himself. "You can cry as many of those pretty little tears as you want, angel. Your naughty little pussy is telling me everything I need to know" a sob leaves you at his words as you helplessly sit wide legged with your head hung low, hands resting flat on the table behind you like you had been instructed to do so a few moments ago, now awaiting the inevitable. 

"Fuck" he can't help but roughly curse when your opening refuses to accommodate him and his thick tip slides off it a couple times. "A feisty one" he snickers casually like this is the most normal thing ever. "Good thing I am in the habit of taming–" his words abruptly disappear into a grunt that is accompanied by a jerk of his hips, the action eliciting a loud moan of discomfort from you, "–silly brats like this sweet little pussy here" your back arches as your features scrunch in discomfort, nails pressing against the wooden tabletop. Your pussy squelches around his cock as it is being pried open by his thick girth. 

"Ohhh, sir!" You grunt and more tears escape your eyes. "N- No, no…" Your thighs tremble as you shake your head in horror. "N- No… This is wrong…" Your voice is barely a whisper but he seems to understand you clearly. 

The man cruelly chuckles, the action causing vibrations to travel up your body from where they are connected. "But it sure feels fucking great, don't you agree?" The flat part of his knife digs into the side of your leg as he tightens his hold on your thighs and settles on a rhythm, hips rocking back and forth between the space of your legs. 

Your arms give out and buckle in, causing you to land on your elbows as the loud squeaks of your pussy squeezing at the skin of his cock before letting it go with humiliating clicks only for it to repeat fills the air. 

Your lack of response makes him snort. "What, you don't agree?" When you still don't say anything and just continue to stare at his ski mask, a competitive glint appears in his teal eyes. He brings the knife to your lips and holds it against them. "Kiss it" when your shoulders shake with silent sobs, his hips speed up and the blade presses harder against your skin. "I said, kiss it!" The harshness of his tone forces you to succumb to fear and you obey, nearly sliding up and down the table as you peck the metal. "Now thank me for fucking you" your lips wobble against the weapon but he is relentless as he pants for air in the mask, one hand tightly curled around your knee as your other leg dangles from the table. 

"T- Thank you for fucking me, s- sir…" He twitches inside you with a satisfied growl, each thrust fucking into you deeper and deeper. 

"Now tell me I am the best cock you've ever had" your head is splitting. You feel as though you are being pulled in two opposite directions. A chaos has erupted in your mind and you can barely register his demands anymore. "Do it!" The slap he lands on your boob breaks your train of thought but the hit triggers something inside you and you speak before you can think it over. 

"Please, sir! He won't like it! I can't!" You have no idea who you are referring to and the way his eyes narrow down at you signals that he doesn't either. 

Just what the hell is going on? 

The entirety of today feels like one big Deja Vu.

"Who won't like it?!" His thrusts have turned animalistic but his voice is much less nonchalant than before. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend!"

"I don't!" You squeak out through your tears as your pussy clenches around him and your stomach flips over, the overwhelming sensation in addition to the cruel way in which his hips snap causing your elbows to give up at last. 

"Then who the fuck are you talking about?!" Your shoulders knock over the stationary holder as you shake your head helplessly. 

"I- I don't know!" His hot seed explodes in your tight cavern as you whine loudly, desperate to get away from the assault his cock is inflicting on your worked up gspot. "I don't know! I don't know!" You are at a puzzling loss of words. "But he won't like it! He won't!" 

His concluding thrusts feel almost angry -not that they were much tender in the first place- as a string of muttered curses release from his clenched mouth, the man's long dark hair swaying over his broad shoulders every time he moves. 

"Fucking hell, angel" he rasps once he has finally stopped, though he still remains inside you. "They really did do a number on you, didn't they?" His mask is nearly snatched off his face in the next moment to reveal the most handsome man you have ever seen. 

Utterly remarkable features accompany the teal eyes that watch you angrily, shiny long strands framing them in the most attractive way as the wide shoulders of the man rise and fall with each furious exhale of his flared nose. His sharp jaw that is covered in light stubble is tightly set as he scans your face, fingers tightening around your flesh more and more with the passing second. 

You feel your nether region blink against his cock as you numbly take notice of every detail that he has to offer. Your eyebrows furrow after a few moments when you realize just what you are doing. Then as your eyes begin to widen and palms find the surface of the desk to press against it in order to hoist you up, the realization of why you are doing what you are dawning upon you. 

Your face is next to his within the next second, the discomfort of your joint bodies long forgotten as you reach a finger out towards his face to touch it. 

"Oh, my God…" You whisper as you slowly trace out what the mask had been hiding and like a dam broken, a barrage of memories hits you so hard your vision falters momentarily. "No way…" Your hand falls limp at your side in shock.

"Small world, eh?" His grin glints in the dim lighting of the room. 

. . . 

A loud thump sounded right outside the door of your wardrobe and you couldn't help but whimper, the sound making you widen your eyes before you hurriedly buried your mouth in your fuzzy yellow blanket. 

It was an ordinary Saturday night and you had been watching a movie when you had run out of snacks. So you paused it and got out of bed to grab yourself something from the kitchen but faint unexpected footsteps in the hallway leading to your room forced you to halt your quest.  

Thankfully, you had made it into your current hiding spot just in time before the door to your room slowly opened and a huge figure stepped in, peeking around the room before it stilled in front of the TV. You watched through the slits of the doors as the mysterious man had put two and two together before beginning his search. 

For you. 

You slowly shifted a little to see better when he disappeared momentarily, but then he suddenly walked by the wardrobe and you had to stuff the blanket in your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. The man paused and scanned the room again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as he turned towards your bathroom and vanished from your field of vision again. A door opened before clicking close and you sighed in relief. 

Letting a few moments pass before slowly opening the door to a crack, you half turned to grab Kiki, your cuddle buddy and favorite teddy in the entire world from where she had fallen off your lap a moment ago. Though when you went to exit the wardrobe to find your phone and figure out your next move, you found a pair of teal eyes watching you from the crack you had just created, the shock causing you to jump out of your skin and land against the wall behind you with a loud gasp.

You clutched your blanket and teddy close to your pounding chest as you hid your face in your knees, shaking in fear as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 

Some moments passed in complete silence before you felt hands tugging at your cocoon. "Please, please, please!" The most soothing voice you had ever heard responded to them. 

"I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me" his words were the most convincing you had ever heard. "What do you say, angel?" You raised your head just enough to see a metal arm extended towards you. 

"Please don't hurt me" you whispered through a wobble of your bottom lip.

"I won't have to if you behave yourself" his form towered you like a vulture hunching over its prey. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Your furniture had given him some idea of the kind of person that you were. 

And the rest Bucky wanted to find out for himself.

He had decided that he would have you before he had even stepped inside this room when the framed pictures of you with friends and family decorating the living room had caused a tent inside his pants. 

"Use your words for me" you whimpered before slowly nodding your head. 

"Y- Yes, sir. A- Am a good girl" he hummed before thrusting his held out hand in your direction. 

"Come on, then. Don't make me repeat myself" the menacing edge to his tone made you gulp and comply before the minute's end. 

You were slowly and carefully helped out and onto your feet. The stranger's silky hair rushed forth to frame his face when he lowered it to look at Kiki as she landed with a thump on the floor. 

Holding your hand in a firm grip, the man bent to pick her up but didn't hand her back to you. 

"And who is this?"

"K- Kiki, sir."

"Is she your… friend?" 

"B- Bestie, s- sir…" Unbeknownst to you, his cock hardened at your choice of words. 

Fuck. 

"Do you want her back?" You slowly nodded with pleading eyes. 

He hummed again before speaking. "There's a condition." 

"C- Condition, s- sir?" 

"You will be quiet and obedient."

You agreed, not that you had much of a choice but Kiki's wellbeing was your top priority.

The stranger placed you on your bed within the next few moments, pulling your blanket away and giving you a pointed look before threateningly waving the poor teddy in the air when a low whine escaped you. The warning was enough for you to shut your mouth as you curled your toes, flushing under his violating gaze that scanned your underdressed form. 

You were clad in nothing but a tank top and some strawberry pattern underwear. The sudden shift in your body temperature due to the lack of a blanket made your nipples harden against the sheer material of your shirt and the man cursed under his breath before his free hand traveled to his bulge. 

"Why don't you show me how well you and Kiki get along, huh, angel?" You eagerly nodded when the teddy was finally allowed back in your safe hold and you protectively hugged her before going to speak but his next action had you gasping in shock instead. 

"Sir–" 

The man clicked his tongue. "One little peep and you can sweep little Kiki from the hearth tomorrow morning" your eyes became glassy at his words, bottom lip wobbling. And then you inaudibly vowed upon your teddy's safety. 

"S- Sorry, sir."

"See?" His breathing was labored when he stripped you of decency, spreading your legs to examine what was between them and inaudibly grunting at the sight. "That wasn't so hard now, was it, baby?" You shuddered and exhaled heavily through your mouth when his hand curved over the shape of your pussy, thumb swiping over your moist folds.

"N- No, sir." He clicked his tongue. 

"You're too little for that, honey. Call me Daddy." Though questions emerged in your mind, you kept them to yourself for Kiki's sake. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow as his digit found its way to your entrance and he poked at it, the sensation causing you to jump up in shock. 

But you knew better than to express it.

"... Y- Yes, Daddy…" The word felt foreign and awkward in your mouth, but the intrusion of your private areas overpowered every other feeling. 

"Tell me how it feels, honey" the man's tone turned into one of coaxing as the tip of his thumb glided up and down between your folds before circling your entrance. But he kept it from invading your privates for now. 

Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as you whined, nuzzling your face into Kiki. "W- Weird, Daddy" that seemed to please him, and he hummed in approval.

"Good girl" a loud and confused squeak escaped you when he pushed the tip of his digit up your glistening slit next. 

"S–" the click of his tongue stopped you and you corrected yourself just in time. "Daddy!" 

"It's okay, honey. Daddies are supposed to take care of their little babies like this" his thumb was soon replaced by his middle finger and you couldn't help but let out a moan when it began to toy with the hood of your clit now, his finger working you open all the while. "See, getting better, isn't it, angel?" It was nothing but strange for your inexperienced body. Your hips tightened but you had no idea what it meant or led to. 

And the intimidating visual was not helping the puzzle. 

"L- Looks so scary, Da- Daddy" your bottom lip jutted out as you sniffled, unknowingly clenching around his finger and making him twitch inside his pants in turn.  

"Aw, baby" he could swear you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. "Too much for your innocent eyes to handle, is it?" He had to have you. "Daddy can help you with that" his finger plopped out of you and your hole retracted, a shudder running down your spine at both the feeling itself and the loss of contact. 

A small pout made its way on your face as you snuggled into Kiki, subconsciously missing the penetration. 

Bucky moved further onto his knees and grasped your naked thighs in his strong calloused hands. "Turn around for Daddy, angel" you were moved to your knees in front of him. He spread your legs apart before moving back to undo his own pants, admiring the handiwork that he had made of you all the while. 

Then he told you that it would  feel a bit strange at first, that it may even hurt, but then it was sure to feel good. 

You panicked when he entered your narrow opening as he hissed out curses, his metal hand curling around your thigh while the other rested on your ass cheeks that it fondled every now and then.

His words that you had initially suspected turned out to be true the more he moved inside you. Your tight, warm channel of moist flesh gripped at his cock in the same way your arms bracingly choked Kiki, whines drawling their way out of your gaping mouth as you nuzzled your flushed face in her soft body, feeling a small flame ignite in the base of your stomach. 

"Hnnng owwhh, Daddy!" You whined as stars clouded your vision when his thick tip hit you deep up your cavern in a certain tender spot. 

"You're so fuckin' tight, angel" his breathing was laboured as his muscular thighs slapped against yours, the collision causing your skin to sting as well as fill the room with a loud clapping sound which was occasionally accompanied by a squelch or two. "It's like you were waiting for your Daddy all along, huh?" You winced when one of his hands wrapped around your hair to pull you back as gently as he could manage. "Tell me you were waiting for me to come along and fuck this pretty pussy broken" you yelped when his free hand landed a harsh smack to one of your ass cheeks. When you didn't respond, he gave a demanding yank to your head. "Don't make me repeat myself, now." 

Bucky could see that you had some difficulty with carrying out orders. 

So he added that to the list of the things that you would have to work on. 

"I- I…" Your chest ached as you struggle to breathe, feeling your senses battle between pain and pleasure. "I w- was waiting for you to co–" your words dissolved into a moan as your form swayed under his rough fucking, "come- come, come and–!" Your fingers tightened around Kiki to brace yourself against the influx of sensation that burst out between your legs when he spanked you one last time before trailing his fingers down your pussy. 

"Go ahead, baby" his lips found the crook of your neck before his sharp teeth grazed against the skin. "You're doing so well for me" your back arched when he pecked your skin right before biting down on it. 

And all of a sudden, the sensory overload was too much for your fucked out mind to handle. Your hips clenched and a lava of what you could only classify as pleasure exploded between them, your vision paling and hearing becoming muffled, mouth falling open to let out raspy stomach churning moans. Suddenly, the intensity of every stimulus that had been tearing its way into your body decreased and a faint ringing swam in your ears. The skin piercing hammering of your heart morphed into heavy thumps and your body went limp as it hung from the robber's cock, being held up solely by the tangle of his arms that encircled your body. 

Bucky felt himself twitch when your orgasm gave way to obedience and you guzzled out your words to fulfill your command. "W- Waz wai'ing for D- Daddy to come along and f- fuck my pussy b- broken" his curse went unheard by you due to your temporary vertigo. 

"Now tell Kiki that" he had to tap one of your cheeks to bring you back to the present. "Look at Kiki and tell her that" the sternness of his words fueled the overstimulation that your core was suffering, the hypersensitivity causing you to clench hard around his girth that pounded into you at a barely registerable pace, your knees shaking uncontrollably. 

"K- Kiki…" Your arms were jelly as you forced them to wobble the pink teddy up in your sight since your head was locked in place by the grip he had on your hair. "I- I…" You whined out a loud moan. "W- Waiting on D- Daddy to c- come and b- break l- little pussy o- open" the brokenness of your voice coupled with the omission of words reached out for his climax and pulled it through. Bucky loudly cursed out in between moans as he rammed into you animalistically, his seed searing into your worked up walls and coating the flesh pale.

You had never been praised the way you were that night when the man– Bucky, he told you once he had placed you in the comforting bath he drew for you, cleaned and washed you thoroughly as he pressed reassuring kisses to your tear stained cheeks. When he declared the next morning that he was moving in, you did not say much for he still intimidated you but you had your suspicions. However, as time passed and you two grew closer than ever, you realized that the transition had been much easier and natural than you had expected. 

Your lover excused you from your outdoor obligations and gave you a list of rules to abide by to make sure you would well fulfill your role as the homerunner. He made a promise with you to mend his ways and he actually did it by finding himself an honest job that paid well enough for your household. Then, even though you reassured him that he could just give you your grandmother's ring to propose, he was adamant on buying you one with a big rock. One that would match the shine of your pretty eyes, he said.

In other words, everything was going well. 

Yes, the beginning of your relationship had been unconventional to say the least.

But fate had a strange way of bringing people together. 

That eventful night had been your share.

What did such silly things matter when the both of you loved each other so much? 

That was, until one day…

. . . 

"I told you, angel. I'd always find my way to you" the man speaks as he fixes his pants while keeping a vigilant eye on you. 

Your mouth is wide as tears wet your cheeks like an unceasing waterfall. "Daddy…" 

"Yes, Daddy" passive rage drips off his smug words. "You thought you could report me and flee the country and that'd be the end of it?"

You shake your head vehemently and sputter out all the words you can manage in your honest defense. Your labored breathing turns into sobs as you grab at his hands and plead your case desperately. 

You hadn't reported him. You could never do that to your Daddy and future husband!

Not even in your worst nightmare!

What had actually happened was that you had been tending to your daily tasks as usual when some strange men with badges you did not understood had shown up to your house while he was at work. They were mean but they had not hurt you. Instead, they had thrusted all kinds of files and records in your face, saying unbelievable things about your Daddy that simply could not be true and then demanding you tell them where he worked. 

But you were too little to know those things. 

So they ransacked your house before one of them found a piece of paper from one of Bucky's jackets before showing it to the rest. Their boss had turned back to look at you one last time with pity in his eyes before he called someone on his phone and joined his fellow men in one of the sleek black SUVs that they had arrived in. Your Daddy had not come home that night. Instead, your sobbing mother who lived in a different city had approached you where you had been waiting for Bucky out on the front stairs of the house. 

She had forced you away from your home. You kept telling her that you had to inform your Daddy of what had happened and that he never ate without you and that he would be looking for you. But your sweet mother had become a tyrant with your safety -like you needed it- and you just could not understand the hysteria until she placed you in therapy that you thought you did not need. 

But when you finally did start responding to the kind lady at the funny smelling clinic, you had slowly understood your mother's manic behavior. 

"... And she said you were a terrible man that I best forget all about and move on in my life, Daddy. I didn't mean to blank you out!" You finish your speech, squeezing his fingers earnestly as your eyes beg his to believe you. "I didn't want to. But they said you were bad and a criminal and, and– I didn't have a choice" you sob and shake your head desperately, the awareness of just how hurt he must have felt when you disappeared choking your heart out. "And they wouldn't listen and they kept saying that you kidnapped me and–" he doesn't interrupt you. In fact, he hasn't done much of that in the past few minutes. 

But then a heavy bell goes off in your head all of a sudden and you understand why he has been quiet, the horrific realization causing your muscles to freeze and shrivel as you feel foam rising in your mouth. Your eyes widen to the shape of saucers as the pattering of your tears literally becomes audible in the quiet room. "... But… Y- You…" Your clammy fingers try to yank themselves out of his. "You… did kidnap me after…" Terror grips at your throat. 

Unreadable emotion passes by his teal orbs faster than you can process. Bucky lowers his head as he restricts your hands from pulling out of his by interlocking them in an iron-strong hold. Heaving in a deep sigh, he snickers to himself humorlessly, the long strands of his hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake. 

"Oh, angel" he looks up once he finally gains composure over what had turned into sneering chuckles. "You will have to relearn everything all over again, won't you?" Your body feels petrified as the graveness of the matter sears into your muscles. He tugs his gloves off before cupping your face with his metal hand. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives with no one left to trouble us this time, huh?" With a promising kiss to your lips, he pulls his mask back down and fishes another one out of his jacket before slipping it over your face. "Come on, let's go home" Bucky effortlessly hauls you onto one of his massive shoulders after he swipes your nose with his thumb on which he had poured a strange substance out of a vial. The liquid instantly numbs your mind and your eyes go heavy, not that your terrified body was moving much in the first place. 

The next few things that you feel through your melting senses include Bucky pulling your tattered skirt down before giving a powerful smack to your ass, turning in the opposite direction of the way you had come here after exiting the Manager's office, descend the fire escape that he chooses to exit the building through before briefly jogging to what you figure is probably a vehicle since you hear the beeping open of a lock.

And then everything goes dark.

[ashensgrotto]

Never Had a Friend (Like Me) - Part 2

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 Part 2 (You Are Here) Part 3

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while. 

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

***

… Mister Kalim, sir, have a wish? Or two? Or Three?

I’m on the job, you big nabob.

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

***

“Well done, Jade,” Azul praised, “How did the ‘talk’ with Kalim go?”

It was the first night of being in Scarabia in the vacant room the Grim and (Y/N) had originally been held hostage in. Apparently, it was routine in Scarabia to have all of the students locked within their dorm rooms - hence the reason as to why the concept was foreign to both Grim and (Y/N) as the two of them never felt the need to lock their doors at night (though Azul did while (Y/N) had lived in Octavinelle for security purposes - but he would never tell her to begin with.)

True to his word, Azul started sniffing around straight away, using Jade to talk to Kalim while he and Floyd distracted Jamil with a game of mancala.

“It was just as you expected, I’m afraid,” Jade answered, placing his hands behind his back as he gave his report, “It’s very likely that Kalim is being magically mind-controlled to make him act out erratically.”

“That would explain the sea otter’s rapid changes in behavior,” Floyd nodded in agreement.

“But how is that even possible?” Grim asked.

“Grim, that’s like asking how you can stomach twenty cans of tuna in twenty minutes,” (Y/N) answered, looking toward the trio, “I’m assuming it’s similar to your ultimate magic, Jade.”

“To an extent, yes,” Jade nodded in agreement, “The closest you might get would be with Ruggie’s ‘Laugh with Me.’ That ultimate magic allows Ruggie to manipulate a person’s body to do what he wants them to. There’s also hypnosis magic that works in the same sense, but it takes control of a target’s mind and requires a far higher degree of skill and power. Very few mages are even capable of using it because of the amount of skill required to even cast it.”

“You gotta have skills and power on par with Azul for that,” Floyd added.

“But even I would be hard-pressed to control living creatures with their own egos like humans,” Azul argued, “I still prefer to give them the chance to think it over before signing one of my deals.”

“But I doubt anyone in Scarabia is half as good as you, Azul,” Grim piped up, “Even Kalim’s big signature is just a glorified waterspout…”

“Grim, ‘Oasis Maker’ is a very talented frame of magic,” (Y/N) sighed, looking at the others, “Though, I do agree… even Jamil’s score levels are relatively average on the school’s grading scale.”

“I wouldn’t be too hasty to make assumptions,” Azul chidded, “There’s an old saying in the sea that we have in the sea which states ‘a clever hawk hides its talons.’”

“So the brings us to the big question, who’s controllin’ sea otter and why?” Floyd asked.

“I’m afraid I won’t be much help there,” Jade shook his head, “I couldn’t get any answers from him.”

“Speaking of which,” (Y/n) asked suddenly, “What exactly… does your signature spell do?”

“Oh? Have you seen it before?” Grim asked curiously.

“Only once - I think we had a patron at the lounge that was behaving quite, um… indecently?” you admit, “It was like he suddenly just spilled what was on his mind as soon as Jade got close to him.”

Jade sighs, “My unique magic is one that would make most people guarded around me if they knew what it did, specifically - I’m not a fan of revealing it, but (Y/n) hit it pretty hard on the nose. It’s called ‘Shock the Heart’ - it allows me to force the truth out of a target that might be hiding something. The drawback is that the spell can only be used once on a target - once I use it, I can’t use it on them again, and it only works on those with a weak mental vulnerability or loosely guarded minds. Those like Azul who are weary, or have high resistance to magic, are effective against the spell - hence my signature spell is very limited in scope.”

“It works great on guys cowerin’ in fear or bawlin’ like babies,” Floyd grinned, showing off his row of sharp teeth.

“The way those two smile scare the daylights outta me,” Grim looked at you, “I still can’t believe you lived with these three for three months!”

“They’re not that bad,” you mumble under your breath, “...mostly.”

Azul coughed, “Jade, what were you able to find out? If anything?”

“Kalim’s always been the type to open up to others - it’s one of the reasons why he was selected to be the headwarden. Thus, my spell worked on him flawlessly - however, when I asked him if he knew the name of the student using hypnosis magic on him and if he would tell me, he claimed that he must never tell anyone. He made some sort of promise to this student long ago, so he couldn’t reveal it.”

“Oh how hysterical!” Azul snorted, “Your signature spell was thwarted by Kalim’s strength of character!”

“It would seem that way,” Jade admitted.

“And here I thought the sea otter would sing like a canary,” Floyd hit his hand over his forehead, “Just when you think you know a guy!”

“...I would assume that it’s a promise he keeps close to his heart,” you think out loud.

Azul looks at you, eyes widening, “(Y/N)! You genius angelfish! That’s it!”

“What’s it?” you ask.

“I have an idea,” Azul answered, “I have a hunch at who our little serpent schemer is… and how to pull him out of hiding, but first - Floyd, I’ll need your help.”

“My help?” Floyd looked flabbergasted.

“Yes, I need to borrow your signature spell.”

Jade, Floyd, Grim, and you blinked in surprise.

“Azul, pardon me for asking,” Jade spoke after a moment of stunned silence, “but why in the world are you asking for Floyd’s ‘Bind the Heart’?”

“Because I intend on using myself as bait,” Azul answered.

“Azul! You can’t!” you could contain yourself at the thought of Azul stepping in harm’s way.

“(Y/n), listen to me,” Azul took your hand, “This won’t be like the last time, I promise. I’m one of the strongest mages here right now, so I have to do this. Floyd’s ‘Bind the Heart’ will allow me the protection from hypnosis when we have to face off against our little viper. I don’t intend on him gaining control over anyone any longer - not even you.”

“I hate to admit it, but Azul is right,” Floyd answered, scratching the back of his head, “As much as I hate to admit, it would give us an advantage as well.”

“What do you mean, Floyd?” Jade asked.

“I’m always goin’ off about how great my signature spell is an’ showin’ it,” Floyd shrugged his shoulder, “So, if I swap something with Azul an’ give him my signature spell - no one will know that he has it, least of all our target.”

“But you’ll have to feign ignorance, all of you,” Azul answered, “If you can’t, this trap won’t work - this is the one shot we have.”

“Alright, though I’m not really seeing where this is going…” Grim sighed, resting his paws on his hips.

“You will eventually, Grim,” Azul answered, “Now, Floyd. Are you ready? I’ll give you something that will be an adequate replacement for the time being.”

“Sure, octy - whenever you’re ready.”

“How many times must I…? Never mind.”

Azul closed his eyes and took a deep breath as magic began to gather around him.

“The song ceases, the sun sets… I extend my benevolent hand to you poor unfortunate souls… Now, to business! It’s a Deal!”

***

Azul always knew how to practice patience - it was something he learned over the years during his searches for his soulmate. He may have been desperate during his childhood years, searching every day and night for that special someone that was destined to stay by his side, but that didn’t change the fact that he was preparing for this moment specifically.

All day, Azul kept one eye on his target, watching them as he, Floyd, and Jade began to slowly rile him up with their constant assistance toward Kalim - helping the Scarabia housewarden with memorization spells, training routines, and homework that had been assigned over the holiday weekend, keeping him busy and away from the one person who was to be held responsible for the mess the dorm was now in. By mid-afternoon, the trap was set and Azul walked down the hall towards the kitchens with the suspect beside him.

“The students' completion rate for these assignments is up fifteen percent from yesterday,” Azul commented amicably, “Those are some statistically significant results, in my opinion. Believe it or not, (Y/N) and Grim both told me that Kalim was going through some rough patches, his mood swings pretty drastic - even compared to Floyd’s… but he’s been acting pretty calm since we arrived. Isn’t it wonderful that Kalim’s regained the faith of Scarabia’s students, Jamil?”

“...No. No, it isn’t,” Jamil hissed quietly.

“It’s not?” Azul feigned surprise.

“No offense, but I can’t let you people stay in Scarabia any longer,” Jamil stopped and glared at Azul hard, “It’s time you went back under the sea.”

‘Got you,’ Azul thought before asking, “Where did this come from, Jamil? Have I done something to offend you?”

“...You made eye contact with me. Fool,” Jamil’s wicked grin spread across his features, “The one you behold is your master. When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent. Snake Whisper.”

Azul felt the magic coiling around him, a small murmur of ‘Bind the Heart’ rejected the magic - now… it was time to play.

Azul feigned pain until he could see you and Jade hiding out of the corner of his eye, making sure that the two of you could see everything - his cell phone held securely in Jade’s grip as the stream began. He feigned falling into Jamil’s magic, opening his eyes to reveal Jamil’s control over his mind and body. He slightly slumped his shoulders, giving the illusion that he was no longer in control.

As he did so, Jamil began to rant - playing right into the octomer’s hands

“Because of you, all my carefully laid plans have gone up in smoke! All I needed was a little more nudging from those two dimwits and the students would’ve kicked Kalim out,” Jamil growled, “Do you have any idea how much painstaking effort I put into laying the groundwork for that?”

Azul did not respond, though he wanted to give a few choice words to Jamil about calling his sweet angelfish a ‘dimwit’ - but he would have to wait for that.

“Azul - you returned all your contractually stolen powers back to their rightful owners recently, right?” Jamil asked suddenly.

“Yes, master,” Azul responded, thinking, ‘Where are you going with… ah, I see…’

“Tch. So much for using you as my own personal genie of the lamp,” Jamil scoffed, reaching up and rubbing his chin, “Your unique magic is quite a valuable asset… but it would be hard to keep you controlled long-term.”

“Master,” Azul’s voice spoke up, “I remember the contents of the contracts.”

“What?” Jamil looked at Azul in surprise.

“I remember all the secrets of the people I made contracts with - their troubles, their weakness, their desires.”

“What a… twisted collection. I see I made the right choice not to make friends with you,” Jamil smiled cruelly, “Tell me, does this intellectual cache of yours include the headmage’s secrets?”

Azul grinned internally, baiting Jamil even more, “Of course, master. I know one thing he would never want others to learn. Do you wish to know his secret?”

“Oh, abso-lutely!” Jamil’s smile broadened, “Once I have the headmage’s weakness in my grasp, I’ll finally be free. I’ll kick Kalim out of school and become Scarabia’s housewarden myself!”

“... And there we have it.”

Azul watched, a knowing smirk appearing on his face as Jamil whipped around to face Jade, his face contorted in confusion.

“So you finally show your true colors!” Grim pressed his paws onto his hips as he glared up at Jamil from between you and Jade, “I bet you thought you were real slick, pullin’ the wool over our eyes!”

“H-how… how much..?”

“All of it,” you answered, “Start to finish.”

“And live streamed to the world from Azul’s smartphone,” Jade waved the phone at Jamil as footsteps entered the hallway with many Scarabia students appearing, “Azul’s Magicam livestream presently had five thousand active viewers. It’s currently trending under the topic: ‘A Certain Magicians’ School’s Dirty Little Secret’.”

Voices began echoing around Jamil, the students of the Scarabia dorm demanding to know the truth and why Jamil - their own vice warden - would deceive them.

“Y-you… you’ve got it all wrong!” Jamil shouted, his fear and apprehensiveness growing.

“Don’t even try to talk your way out of this one,” Jade folded his arms across his chest, “The mind control magic you used on Azul is hard evidence.”

Everyone looked at Azul - who kept his silent slumped state, continuing to pretend to be under Jamil’s magic still.

“Jamil, it’s been you all along,” Jade continued, pulling everyone’s attention back to him, “You’ve been using your signature spell on Kalim and making him throw Scarabia into chaos!”

Jamil tsked, smearing, “I was trying to avoid escalating matters, but you leave me no choice - Azul, I command you! Subdue and restrain them all!”

“Yes, master,” Azul answered, taking a step forward.

You took a step back with Jade, Grim darting behind you as you looked at Azul pleading, momentarily forgetting that Azul wasn’t really under Jamil’s power, “Azul, no. You don’t want to do this. Please! Snap out of it!”

“Pleading with him won’t help you, (Y/N)!” Jamil laughed, “He’s my loyal minion now.”

‘And… now,’ Azul took another step forward, before spinning around and pointing his cane at Jamil, “You wish I was.”

“What?!”

Azul looked over his shoulder and winked at you, relieved to see your smile as he turned his attention back toward Jamil, “You told me the funniest thing earlier - allow me to return the favor. You think I’m an arrogant mage, but you were sorely mistaken. An embarrassing misjudgment for the vice warden of Scarabia - the dorm that is supposed to embody the spirit of mindfulness.”

“I know I made eye contact with you! I had you in my control!”

“Please, I’m a competent mage and you know it,” Azul frowned, keeping his cane pointed at Jamil, “I always prepare for the eventualities before I act - right Floyd?”

“I think you let your guard down a little too soon there, sea snake,” Floyd appeared, his voice sounding more baritone than before - almost like a tuba was speaking.

Azul snickered softly as your eyebrows raised up into your hairline, “That’s… what you exchanged with Floyd for his signature spell?”

“Pretty cool, huh?” Floyd said with a grin.

“Shall I explain it?” Azul asked, keeping his focus on Jamil, “In exchange for a vocal adjustment, Floyd gave me his unique magic, ‘Bind the Heart’ - it jams or blocks an opponent’s magic and diverts it elsewhere. Hence - I used it to evade your mind spell, then pretended to be in your hold and got you to spill your intentions while you gloated.”

Jamil gritted his teeth, glaring at them as Kalim appeared, the housewarden asking politely to tell him that it was true, that Jamil would never do anything like that, that it was just blackout spells because of how tired he was. But the silence from the vice warden was short-lived.

Azul felt you stiffen beside him, your hand suddenly gripping Azul’s overcoat, “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

You met his gaze and Azul knew.

An overblot was approaching.

He turned to Jade and Floyd, “Jade, Floyd, ready yourselves.”

“The one you behold is your master… When I ask you a question, you will answer. When I give you a command, you will assent! Snake Whisper!”

At Jamil’s command, the Scarabia dorm turned on its guests and its headwarden.

Azul was quick to pull you and Grim behind him as a shield of water protected the three of you from a rain of fire, “Mediocre, nothing! He’s easily one of the top mages in the entire school - to say nothing of Scarabia.”

Floyd grumbled, “I keep squeezin’ em but they keep gettin’ back up - are they zombies or somethin’?”

“That’s just part of ‘Snake Whisper’,” you explain, as if your eyes are seeing the internal workings of the spell, “It forces a target to continue to obey the commands - like a puppet on a string. Even though they might feel pain and are internally trying to avoid as well as fight the spell, their minds and bodies are not completely their own anymore.”

“Jamil! Please stop!” Kalim begged as he blocked an attack, “You can have what you want! You can be the housewarden! I’ll go home to my family!”

“What? You thought that would work? My spell won’t be broken so easily,” Jamil snickered as black ink and heavy energy surrounded him, “Not as long as you exist in this world… Kalim.”

“Jamil! You’re courting danger!” Jade begged, eyes widening, “If you keep using your signature spell, you’ll exceed you blot tolerance-”

“SHUT UP AND DON’T ORDER ME AROUND!”

The air became heavy as a dark shadow came over Scarabia. Azul pulled you closer as several dark shapes began to shift - the housewarden of Octavinelle watching in horror as a creature appeared before them. Hovering above the ground in ancient Viziar garb of black and red was Jamil, cloaked in darkness with hair that now took on the shapes of small black vipers - a dark shadow that took on the form of a dark genie hovering behind him, as if awaiting his command.

“He’s overblotted!” Azul gritted his teeth, “The negative energy is swelling up… Everyone! Steel yourselves!”

“I have no need for an incompetent king or a con artist,” the twisted voice of Jamil spoke, “Your personality flaws give me ADEQUATE cause… to send you packing on a one-way trip to the ends of the earth! So long! Ex-Housewarden Kalim! A-hahahahaha!”

The next thing Azul knew, he was airborne.

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indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [1/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains descriptions of blood, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

"Slacking off already?"

You scramble into standing at the authoritative tone. You could feel the heavy rush of blood creeping up on your face, and the hammering of your heart in your ears. It pounds almost painfully against your chest, lungs contracting and expanding fast; both out of fear and embarrassment, with the latter being more prominent across your lethargic features as you stared up at your supervisor.

Nanami leers down at you. Disappointment is etched all across his face, followed by a knowing sigh. "I expected better."

"S-Sorry, sir." You apologize profusely, bowing down. The bright red nametag dangles from your neck and you can't help but notice how your leather shoes had worn out a long time ago. "I must've dozed off somehow. It will not happen again."

"Might a coffee help?"

You raise your head to see a paper coffee cup offered to you, light steam still rising from within. While Nanami had been nothing but ridiculously strict from the start, he was considerate enough to check in on you every once in a while. You accepted the coffee in his stead with a smile.

"Thanks, boss. I'll keep watch."

The blonde man simply hums in response. He leaves as quickly as he came, leaving you alone to watch the hallways.  You see him walk down, turn a curve- and then he's out of your sight.

You lean back, the chair creaking as you did. Working as a security officer was more lackluster than you thought it would be; movies portrayed tales of saving and glory, but this was nothing like it. The hours were long and boring, lasting 12 in total. Every four hours you were required to fuck off your post and switch to another one down the hall. Sometimes you regretted signing the NDA that never once stated just how large the underground facility was, and just how much area coverage you'd have to keep watch single handedly.

Not to mention, the anomalies that lie within.

See, the Foundation had just three main jobs for you: Observe, Check-up and Report. The comically huge button was right next to you, shining in all of its glory and always just a stretch away in any case of a problem.

You flicked between CCTV channels. Some displayed the outer areas, hallways going beyond your line of sight and others within the confined cells of those you’re keeping watch about. Most of the anomalies here are kept in solitary confinement. You’ve had your fair share of jumpscares when an entity approached too close to the camera, slobbering all up against the lense; before your screen flickers and the anomaly returns to its restful state. Oftentimes it leaves a foggy residue and a prisoner would be assigned to clean it up.

And more than often, they die doing it.

But with a clean camera and one less burden on the face of Earth— who really gives a shit? Certainly not you. Certainly not when the pay was so damn good you spent it on a trip to Bali the first month you made bank. And certainly not for…

Is that a walking person?

You thrust forward in your seat, eyes glued onto the screen as if you could make his face out in any better resolution than the crappy screen could ever do you service. The choices linger in your head: should you approach or report? One choice would lead to the individual’s death and the other might just lead you to yours.

So you took the third option: to talk to them.

There’s a static in the speaker. You tap the mic briefly, earning the attention of the stranger. They stop mid-track, head turning up and staring almost right into your very eyes, as if they could see through you.

“Identify yourself, or you will be detained.”

Person puts both hands up. “My name’s Yuta.” The voice of a man, no doubt, but you kept your suspicions still. “I woke up in a room and the door was unlocked, so I left. Where am I?”

“What room?” Your tone sharpened in inquiry.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how I ended up here.”

“Identify yourself.” You repeat, customary of the protocol you learned before you started the job. Half of you thought of contacting Nanami; but it would risk him encountering the mysterious man. On the other hand, you couldn’t just let an unknown person roam around the facility. Much less: what if this person was an entity?

A shapeshifter of sorts, perhaps? You wouldn’t really know considering the fact that half the anomalies here are capable of human speech.

He stays silent for a while.

You repeat, “I said, identify yourself. I will give you 10 seconds to prove your humanity before I hand you over to the authorities.”

“Fuck.” Yuta mumbles, running a hand through his hair. Prove my humanity? A million thoughts ran through his head at once. Clearly, this place he had wandered into is nothing human-like. Rather, it's designed like a prison. He rummages through his pockets— nothing. All items that he brought with him prior to being caught had been confiscated. 

The countdown had started.

10

9

8

7

… “Wait,” He thought of an idea. “I can prove to you that I’m human. You can touch me. That’ll be enough, no?”

You sneer at his idea, “No physical contact.”

Yuta sighs, looking down at his uniform. At least he had his outfit intact, which means that they never intended to strip him bare at all. The man pursed his lips in a line, hands holding onto the clasp of his jacket.

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… “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” You yell at him, dashing to the door. You were outside just in time before Yuta could fully undress himself. His hands stop fumbling with the belt of his pants. At a loss for words, you could only watch as he drops his shirt back over his body, leaving little to imagination. 

He cranes his head up at you with a knowing smile, “Have I now proven my humanity, ma’am?”

“Nudity is strictly prohibited in this facility!”

His eyes fold into crescents at the revelation, “I’m sorry. That was the only solution I could think of. Can you show me the way out?”

You folded your arms, “No.”

“I thought so. May I at least use the restroom?”

“No.”

Yuta’s eyes drift upwards, deep in thought. “If so, will I ever make it out of here?”

“That depends,” You answer, crossing your arms together. The taser strapped onto your belt felt heavy and dangerous— more than usual. Something about Yuta just didn’t feel right, and your gut instincts claw at you to run. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

The man says nothing, merely watching every step you take as you head back into the control panel.

Your hand rests on the red button, eyes never wavering from the man that stood below you at a safe distance away. “Your choice, Yuta.”

“How must I prove myself then?”

“By showing me the anomaly that you are.”

His eyes visibly harden at your words, no longer having the glimmer that they once did. It was in the present that you felt it— the darkness that radiated off his very body, and the reason that this particular man had been wandering the halls of the facility unbothered. 

“An anomaly?”

“You’re not human.” You simply accuse.

“You might be right about that. But I choose to be human regardless of what I am.” 

You don’t care enough about his reasons. The way his dark eyes reflect absolutely nothing terrified you to the very core, more than any jumpscare you’ve encountered. The bright red button underneath you burns with such ferocity that it was only right to hit it— and send the foreign man back into the cell he once broke out of. You watch as soldiers dressed in hazmat suits flood into the hall at your call, almost always a millisecond away, their specialized guns pointed at the man.

But he did not flinch, not even once spared a gaze to look around him. He stayed his ground, only to be dragged away.

His eyes were trained on you, and only you.

“Did he hurt you?”

You’re now on break in the staffroom with Nanami and another supervisor named Maki, right after he heard of what happened. You shook your head, taking a sip of the fourth cup of coffee you had that day. The caffeine had long worn out its effects on your body that you just had to keep drinking, regardless of how detrimental it might just be to your health.

“Thankfully, no. What the fuck is a Keter class doing out there? How is he uncontained?”

“He broke out.” You turn your focus onto the coffee that had run cold, wedged between your fingers. You’ve always hated how fragile these paper cups were. It reminded you of how easy it was for these entities to crush humans to brine and bone with little to no mercy. Yet at the hands of Yuta, you were miraculously spared.

He was friendly, even.

“What kind of SCP is he?”

“He’s not an SCP. He’s a human host with an SCP living in him. Sometimes it appears, sometimes it doesn’t.” Maki shrugs.

“Damn, that’s cool.”

“He tells us that it was bound to him through love.”

You choked on your drink, splattering brown  everywhere on the table. Nanami sighs and pats your back. Maki looks at you in disgust, wiping the stains off her uniform with a handkerchief. You wanted to laugh. Out of all things, an SCP of love. You chuckle a little, smiling at your supervisor only to be met with a flat stare.

Oh.

“No way.”

“It’s true. The entity demands that no one lays a finger on him. Most times he can control the SCP. But when he’s hurt, it’s a different story entirely.”

“Wait, wait. So how did you guys manage to catch him?”

Maki recounts the details, “Apparently, he was a secret weapon in the military designed to decimate hundreds in one sweep. That SCP came to him naturally as a child, but it wasn’t his actions that got him caught.”

“So what did?”

“His superiors betrayed him and sent him over to us as they feared that he was getting too powerful for them to control.”

Oh. You started to feel a little bad for him now. But a memory crosses your mind and suddenly that sympathy is gone. 

“He almost stripped naked in front of me.”

“Huh?” Nanami was caught off-guard for once, both eyebrows raised instead of one.

“I asked him to prove his humanity.”

“And then he started stripping?” Maki had an equally confused look on her face. She pushes up the frame on her face before leaning forward, “Don’t tell me that you liked it.”

“I mean…”

“Seriously?”

You laugh sheepishly at her words, tossing the empty cup into the bin behind them in perfect accuracy. “I’m just kidding. At least I won’t have to meet him anymore. Can’t have him strip naked around me every time we cross paths.”

Nanami frowns at your words, “Be careful.”

“Sure, sure.” You wave goodbye to them and take your leave, heading towards your last shift of the day.

You found yourself in front of his cell.

Realization only hits you once you read the tag off the door, painted red and in bold: KETER CLASS. DO NOT ENGAGE. Unlike other cells, Keter cells had no windows to peek through. You could only rely on the CCTV back in the control panel room, but you found it unreliable considering how easy it was for Keters to destroy such puny little things. You take a step back.

"I really should stop drinking coffee." You mumble to yourself and turn away.

"Did you come to visit me?"

An all-too familiar voice echoed behind you, and you jump away instantaneously from the door. It's still intact. How he managed to hear you, you don't know. What you do know now is that you're standing in front of his cell.

"No."

"Is no the only word you know?"

Witty. You cough, "I heard about you."

"What about me?"  

You hesitate a little, "That you're not the anomaly."

"So now you know." There's curiosity in his tone, erasing any lethargy you had left in your body. Guilt paws at your heartstrings for doubting his reasons during the encounter earlier, but the man is still Keter class. It doesn't make him any less of a monster compared to others. The only difference between him and others is that he's placed in a jail befitting of lower ranked anomalies. "What else did you hear?"

"That you still pose as a threat to humanity."

"Am I a threat to you?"

"Yes." was your answer. You were here for money, not morality. While the notion that he would rot in his cell for the rest of his years was indeed a question of one, you weren't paid to stay idle and chitchat with an anomaly. You were expected even less: to simply cast morality aside and do as you were told by the Foundation. So you dusted yourself off and turned on your heels to move towards the next post you were supposedly assigned to. 

"I see. Well it was nice to know you..."

At the sound of your name, you freeze yet again.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's on your tag."

"How can you see me?"

Goosebumps prickle your skin all over. Your legs pick up the sudden skip in your heartbeat and in a flash, you start sprinting for your life. You were just in time, out of range as the metal door breaks open with a crash, sending debris everywhere. You were far enough to get hit, but the sound had been loud enough to garner attention from creatures all over the place. Hisses and banging scratched at your ears as you continued down the hall, the opposite direction of where safety should be. But it didn't really matter; people outside would have heard of it and safety would come for you any minute now.

You force a look over your shoulder to see an enormous white creature behind him, large grey claws extended and chillingly long arms draped around his frame resembling a protective stance. Behind the cages of muscle on her head lies a single eye, glaring right into your very soul. It's mouth move in ragged breaths, teeth sharper than its claws ready to bite. If you squint hard enough- the man with his pet monster was smiling at you. 

"You do know its rude to leave without saying goodbye, right?"

And like a predator, he started to chase you.

The entity lets out a bloodcurdling scream, getting on its arms and wriggling towards you. Now you're fully awake and drunk on adrenaline, sweat dripping down your body with how fast you were running. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Curses slew out of your lips as you ran even harder knowing how quickly he was catching up. You focused ahead instead; to the left is a dead end, you know that. And to the right is an even longer hall of agitated anomalies that most likely are on his level too. With a giant monster chasing after you however, were you really on the spot to give a shit about what would happen?

No. Anyone in your spot would've done the same.

It helped that your paycheck had been deposited earlier last week. You could really give less of a fuck about damage control.

Your feet started to hurt. "Fucking leather shoes." You grumble to yourself and skid a turn towards the elongated row of Keter-class anomalies. You pass multiple warning signs, the alarms going off. Eventually you see red all around you, shadows dancing on the walls as they approached even closer, slowing down just to taunt you. 

"Stop running."

"Then stop chasing me, you freak!"

"Well, the 'freak' has a name. It's Yuta." He closes the gap between the two of you, voice steady despite how fast he was chasing up. 

You paid him no mind as you duck underneath a warning sign and roll on your back to avoid a reaching arm from the screeching creature. Stubborn as you are, you notice an emergency exit and made mental note to stay close to it. You unclasp the taser off your belt just in time when a hand grabs your shoulder. You fire up the taser and jab right, but miss and eventually find yourself falling to the ground.

You made romantic contact with the floor, lips on the cold hard tile. "Shit!" You hiss from the pain and roll away just in time as Yuta was about to grasp a hold on you yet again.

Blood gushes from your split lip, and it tastes disgusting knowing that you just made love with the floor. Right before you could get up, though, you found yourself encaged within the palms of the alien-like SCP. Pain bursts through your nerves everywhere, feeling like knives stabbing deep into your gut. You could've swore you heard your ribs break from the amounting pressure.

"Caught you."

"Yuuuuuuta," The creature closes its janky fingers around your body, salivating as it eyed you from head to toe. The pressure around your body tightens and you felt like you could break just from how tight it was gripping you. Hair stuck to your face like a wet rag, leaving you with limited eyesight. "What should I do with herrrrrr?"

"Let.... Go... of me!" You rasp between breaths.

"Don't kill her. She'll be our lifeline, Rika."

Rika lets out a displeased grunt and sets you down on the ground, but has its hands still wrapped around you. Not as tight, but much like a warning that it could break you anytime it needed to. You catch your breath with a chain of fitful coughs, your legs and lungs burning from the marathon. Your chest heaves heavily, sore and most probably bruised. There's splitting pain from your lips, blood dripping onto the very same tile you shared your first kiss with.

You now see him eye-to-eye, close enough to notice his parted hair and sneakers. He couldn't be any younger than 20, but the eyebags that hung below his eyes tell a different story.

"I'm sorry. I need you as a hostage."

"Fuck you." You spat at him coldly.

Yuta kneels and presses a hand to your shoulder, forcing you to stop writhing under his touch. You try shoving his hand away, but the grip stays firm. Some fuck ass glowing magic flowed through his hand and loosened the soreness in your muscles, easing your tension. From your point of view, the man radiated like a glowstick. 

"Don't touch me!"

He locks his eyes with you, "I'm healing you."

"Would've been nice to not get hurt in the first place."

Yuta sucks a sharp breath in, "Look, I'm really sorry for hurting you. I just need to get out of here. You'll have to be my hostage."

You click your tongue in annoyance at his genuine apology, "You won't even make it out the front gate. They'll be all over you soon. You think the Foundation gives a shit about some security guard like me? They'll kill us both, dumbass."

"You're right." Yuta is clearly amused by your personality now that you're being treated as a partner-in-crime rather than a stranger. You stood stunned when his hand moves up and his thumb ghosts over your lips, "Don't worry, I'll get us out of here."

His thumb was cold against your lips. The action felt more intimate than you'd like, and it had you holding your breath.  It needed major balls not to flutter from the contact.

The bleeding stopped, prompting him to move his hand away.

The cold lingered a little longer than you'd like for it to be.

"Us? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You will. Now that you're with me, they'll think you're complying with me. And if you won't, they'll imprison you." The bleeding stopped, and he wipes the remaining blood off on the side of his pants. 

You fall silent. What he said was roughly the truth. In reality, it would be even worse if you did get caught- not only will Nanami be under fire for the inability to protect you- but you might also be on trial under suspicion of letting Yuta escape. And such trials might just end in your death. All in all, its a lose-lose case; but you'd much rather be on the winning team.

"Damn you."

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

You raise your head to glare at the man who had just obnoxiously turned your own words against you. His eyes light up a little, seeing your reaction. "Your choice."

"Fine."

"What was that?"

"I said yes!" You retort, flipping the bird at him.

He flashes you a grin, "That might've been the first time you've said yes to me!"

Oh, how you wished for supernatural powers like his to decimate the teasing man on the spot. Your fists crumple to a close, keeping that rage preserved in the back of your head. One day you'd get your revenge on him.

"Rika. My katana please." Yuta caresses its face gently.

You could feel her giddiness from the shake of Rika's enclosed palm around you. She reaches up to her neck and pulls out a long blade from within, handing it over to him. "For youuuu, Yutaaa."

He takes it from her, swishing it in the air and stretching his limbs free. "Thanks. Lead the way, I'll keep you safe." There's shouting and stomping from a distance, the roaring of soldiers fending off escaped anomalies. Nanami and Maki are out there too, calling for you. Your heart sinks a little at the prospect of betraying them.

You huff, blowing hair out of your face.

"It's on the other side. Opposite of the way we ran in. But I need you to do me a favor and not kill everyone you see."

Yuta brightens up. The likelihood of him fighting against a large horde of people had him excited. "That's not something I can promise."

"Fine. Then at least spare Nanami and Maki."

"Who's that?" 

"Uh, guy with blonde hair and a woman with green hair."

He shrugs, “I’ll try.”

Deep down inside, you felt a part of you die.

----------------------------------------------------------------------> part 2

[popcornforone]

The Bartender & The Billionaire

A Javi Gutierrez Fan Fic

Well it’s been a while. The Javi G chapters will continue but this is a one off & I just had an idea & went with it but it just grew & grew & i love Javi G even more than I thought I could now.

Synopsis:- You run the local bar, Javi is a member of the Ocean Club where the rich party, but one night he decides to see what is going on in this bar over the road.

Word Count:-8500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! strangers to lovers,sugar daddy reference, unprotected PIV sex, sex in semi public, oral sex both, cum tasting, flirting, alcohol, swearing, teasing, nipple play, cum play, 69, some bitchy rude girls, exploting mentioned too & briefly money for sexual favours.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, I hope you all enjoy this. All feedback is welcome.

It’s the same faces every year & every night in your bar in Ibiza. You love it. Your regulars know what to expect & you know that they will keep coming back. They are mostly in there later 20s early 30s they want just drinks & a small dance floor. No mucked about with cocktails just the classics, decent beer & for it to not break the bank. It’s a long way away from the ocean club over the road. That’s for the other end of the spectrum. The influencers who fill up your TikTok feeds no matter how many times you try to get them off it, the trust fund bargain, the rich, the famous & the in people. They probably look down at your 2for1 beer night on Tuesdays, which is everyone’s quiet night on the island, if you sing karaoke without getting kicked off. It’s fun. You can’t sing but you always start. You might not have the world’s best DJ but at least your bar is real & is full of real people, be them tourists or locals. You know your place so do your staff & so does the bar, & everyone loves it.

It’s a Tuesday night right now. You look at your patrons & wonder who’s gonna be brave enough to get up & have a sing. You wait til it’s 11pm before you hop onto the small stage with the microphone & speak to the people in & around your bar.

“Ibiza can you hear me?” You screech & people in your bar cheer & a few people pop their heads into the bar to see what the commotion is . “It’s Tuesday & you know what that means, if you can do karaoke tonight without stumbling or getting embarrassed you get 2for1 on your beers tonight” wooohooo the place goes, a few more people step into the bar who are intrigued. “So as tradition I start, because let’s be honest it sets the bar very very low” everyone laughs & you look at the people who have just joined & are having a look”trust me newbies you might want your ear plugs” you know what your singing tonight & you giggle. “Right let’s do this” the track starts & your murder How Do I Live by Leanne Rhymes.

“See told you I was bad, who wants to do better” the room is laughing at your high notes & you step away from the stage & Mike the Pike(because he gets lots of fresh fish for the island) comes up next & sings Sweet Caroline which gets the bar going, as you head behind it. Your 3 staff on the bar are doing a good job & you tell your deputy manager to go have a 15min break, so you can serve some of the new people who have come in to see what’s going on.

After about an hour you see this guy with wavey brown hair come & sit up next to the bar. Leaning in a burgundy & striped shirt, coral swim shorts underneath, just casually admiring the singers. He’s got a rather magnificent side profile which is making you have a longer glance than you usually would. He’s rather handsome & very much your type, but you’ve never seen him before. He also only has a lemonade in his hand. So you decide to go & make conversation with this mysterious man.

“Sir, are you having a nice evening?” You ask as you come to stack glasses near him. He turns instantly & a little dimple appears as he smiles back at you. He has the most beautiful big caramel eyes you’ve ever seen, he’s got stubble & a moustache & a smile that you are sure would get any man or woman into bed with him. You know you’re probably blushing in front of him but he doesn’t seem phased. His eyes glance over your short bleach blonde bob with your mousey roots showing through, your low cut blue vest top & that orchid tattoo on your shoulder, he also likes what he sees.

“Yes I am, are you?” He seems genuine in his question.

“As long as people come in & have a good time then I am good.” You reply. “I’ve not seen you in here before, are you a karaoke king?” You smile.

“Ha quite the opposite, I’ve just always been on the other side of the road, but this place always has intrigued me so I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about” you turn to go get more glasses but roll your eyes, of course this man is from money & from the other side of the road. Your mum always said men wearing yellow or coral trousers or shorts were always rich. He’s just another one of those. But he seems nice & you fancy him so you’re gonna stop your presumed opinions of him & give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Oooh you frequent the Ocean Club, is it all it’s hyped up to be?” You say as you turn your head around before picking up the glasses.

“Who in Ibiza uses the word frequent?” He says & laughs. You almost drop the glasses.

“Fair point, clearly my literature degree has decided to show”

“Educated as well, hmm” he seems intrigued as you turn back to face him your smile is genuine. “Then how did you end up here, in Ibiza”

“It’s my Uncles bar, I come out here & run it for the summer then go back home & temp until May & then do it again. He can cope in the winter but knows he needs someone with a more youthful perspective to do the real season”

“You temp?”

“In administration yes”

“& yet you can take 4 months off to be here.” The man looks on in wonder.

“I’m always very clear that I spend my summers here & that it will only ever be an 8 month job. I know a day will come when I will need a stable income but until then, I’m here to enjoy the sun & night life”

“Impressive” he says. Both your eyes linger in each other for a small amount of time, both of you suddenly blush & snap out of it when you realise what happening.

“So sir what…”

“Javi” he interrupts. “My name is Javi” he then calls you by your name as it’s on your managers badge just above your left breast & you smile.

“So Javi what do you do then?”

“I’m a screen writer, I’m here in Ibiza for ideas for a holiday romance film”

“Ha” you laugh & he seems shocked. “Sorry, cute idea, but unless it’s a one night stand that then gets awkward no one’s going to believe that, & you won’t find any of those story’s at the ocean club”

“Do you always speak your mind?” He questions

“Yes, better to be blunt & honest than lead people on” you say “I am impressed though, that is a good career”

“Thanks” he says. Javi is running his long fingers around the top of his now empty lemonade glass.

“Can I get you a drink?” You ask.

“Actually I’d like a go at the karaoke”

“Really?” You say a bit to loudly & abruptly. “I’m not sure we’d have anything that you’d want to sing”

“Why because I’m from the ocean club?” He says raising an eyebrow at you & then he pours. Those lips are so plump, his puppy dog eyes glisten. He holds his chin with his large hand as he leans on the bar, mockingly. Yep you’ve fallen for Javi now.

“Maybe” you wink.

“Thought you spoke your mind”

“I do, so I’m gonna do you a deal.” You lean in & whisper against his ear, you don’t notice the goosebumps on his arms from your soft voice. “If you can find a song you like which isn’t boring you can have drinks here for free tonight. If you manage to last without laughing or falling apart or walking off the stage, you can have free drinks here for the next month” Javi raises an eyebrow at this, he then moves the strands of hair from your own ear & whispers back.

“& what do you get if I do walk off the stage or find a decent song?” He says, his voice is smouldering like him, so you reply.

“Your phone number”

Javi then gets his phone out & registers to go up & sing on your bars app. 20mins later he’s up on the stage & he selects a song. True to your promise he has picked a banger. Starships by Nicki Minaj. You stand there & watch this man from money have the guts to come up on the stage in your regular little slightly dodgy bar & sing a female rap song. He does laugh as he fails on the rap at points but he gets some crowd participation as well at points & the place cheers when he’s finished. You haven’t served anyone in the whole 4mins he’s been on stage. The man has charisma & despite mucking up & laughing did own it. He casually walks back up to you & smiles.

“Well?”

“Pretty good Javi” you smirk. You then freeze as he strokes your face affectionately. A simple touch electrifies your soul “so I…” but then you notice two guys getting in a fight. “Give me 5mins Javi” & you rush off to deal with the fight. It takes a long time & the police to sort the scuffle out & when your done Javi is long gone. Your face drops for all of 10 seconds before you return to flirting with the next guy at the bar to get him to buy more than just a round. It’s your job after all.

The next afternoon as you set up for the Wednesday night, a man in a linen suit walks up to you in the bar, asking you your name

“Yes that’s me”

“This is from Mr Gutierrez”Says the man & he hands you a large envelope. You’re worried it’s something legal that you might have to deal with. Maybe it was one of the men in the brawl from last night.

“I’m sorry who?”

“Mr Javi Gutierrez, he came to your bar last night, this is a thank you for a wonderful night” you take the envelope & look at it suspiciously. “Also please open this out of sight” then man then leaves. This all seems very suspect to you. You make an excuse & head to the break room & open the envelope. Inside is a pass for the ocean club to be cashed in for one day by this summer & a cheque for €10000. There is a note included with it.

Thank you for just treating me like a normal customer, as promised for laughing through the song is my phone number, let me know which night you have off so I can show you my world, the cheque can be for you or the bar, it’s your choice. Javi x

You blush looking at it. 10k would change your life, you could be pickier about temping next year during your return home. You smile & stash the envelope in your bag, & then check the rota & message Javi later that day.

The next Thursday is when you have the afternoon evening & Friday off from the bar. You uncle basically forced you to go & take the time off to spend with this man. He was very happy you have this opportunity. You stand there in your apartment you rent with a friend who works as a rep for Pacha & he helps you pick out your outfit.

“Girl I can’t believe you get to go to Ocean Club, you made it girl” says Justin.

“It’s just a one off Justin”

“But still you can slay, mix with the rich & famous & leave that Chav behind.”

“He’s not a chav, he’s called Javi” you tut.

“Oooh defensive of him already I see, damn how tight were his shorts”

“JUSTIN!”

“What!? I see a man I look at his cock & work out if he’s worth blowing or not”

You laugh at this response.

“That’s why you always have a sore throat”

“Girl how often have you had sex since you got here on the 2nd of June maybe 3 guys. & it’s now the middle of July. Go get your pussy stuffed, by some rich guy. I mean for €100 I’d fuck a tramp”

“I don’t want to hear any more Justin”

“No because you hear it don’t you” he jokes back & then looks at your outfit. “Slay girl, that dress is killer” you do a little twirl in your blue & white maxi dress.

“Thanks babe, it’s the most stylish thing I own”

“Have you got condoms & mace?”

“Justin!”

“You’ve got condoms though”

“Obviously & I’m birth control”

“Just want to make sure my best girl is alright”

“Justin if it’s not I’ll shout”

“Sure that won’t just be you in your bed shouting CHAV CHAV FUCK ME CHAV”

“It’s Javi”

“Just saying don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”

“Which isn’t much” you & Justin both laugh before you hug him & you head off to the ocean club to see how the other half live.

You are escorted to a sun lounger at 4pm, you have arrived before Javi & you slip off your sun dress & start to top up your lotion. Your not a size zero, but your not fat, & your tan is alright. You sit there in your sunglasses that cost €5 from a guy who sell them on the beach & in your binkin. It’s blue so it matches your dress. It’s not long before a waiter comes over with champagne.

“Ooh no thanks I can’t afford…”

“Champagne by the glass is complimentary for all visitors & member of the ocean club” they say & you take the glass.

“Erm then thank you, do I need to” but your bracelet is scanned.

“Tips are worked out on the braclet pass you have, the bill for your visit will be sent to the person at the end of their stay with us this season & by the looks of it…” they look at what appears on their screen they scanned it with. “Oooh your Mr Gutierrez guest?”

“Yes?”

“Mama im so sorry for being so rude” this waiter clearly now looks embarrassed.

“You weren’t, don’t worry about it” I check their name badge “Lucas, there’s no need to apologise at all, your exemplary” this makes Lucas smile that you bothered to look at his name.

“Thank you miss, if you need anything please just wave or buzz that button on the table” he then scurries off. It’s only after he’s scurried off that you realise how other people on loungers are treating waiters. They are all rude & demanding & upset if their drink isn’t toped up straight away. But your eyes are suddenly drawn to your left. You lower your glasses to look at the specimen of a man walking towards you. He’s well built & broad. He’s not got a 6 pack, but he has enough buttons undone of his floaty white shirt for you too see he takes care of himself a bit. You try not to look at the bulge in his blue swim shorts, but you can’t help but look. You then look at that tanned face, covered by sunglasses that would cost more than you could imagine. The world has stopped as Javi walks towards you. He’s too perfect.

“Enjoying the view?” He asks with a flirty smile & sits on the edge of lounger next to you before taking your hand to kiss it. You turn as red as a lobster & suddenly remember there are other people here. Eyes are watching you around the pool area.

“Sorry didn’t mean to gasp, but you are rather impressive mr Gutierrez”

“It’s Javi please” he says your name as he strokes across your knuckles. “So how long have you been here?” He says as he unbuttons his shirt buttons.

“About 30mins I like to get to places bang on time”

“So do I but when Nic called I had to answer”

“Oooh are they your partner ” you say withdrawing your hand to pick up your champagne.

“Oooh sorry, I meant Nicholas Cage” you almost spit out & choke on your fizz.

“What!” Javi laughs at how flustered you are as you try to calm down.

“Yea that new film he was in about a hostage, I wrote that”

“Fuck” you say & Javi looks at you in shock, maybe you didn’t like the film but he can soon see from the smile on your face it’s in awe. “You wrote that movie, The Cliffs Edge? It’s the summer blockbuster from last year, congratulations” Javi looks rather embarrassed at your praise, but you like the little pink cheeks he has rising to the surface.

“Thank you”

“I mean…” you’re a film nerd, so naturally you start talking about the film in so much detail, getting really animated about certain parts & Javi answers all of your questions. He’s impressed with your film knowledge, he’s found a kindred spirit in you. Someone he could call a friend at the minimum.

“You know your movies?”

“Yes it’s the only problem being here, we miss half the films of the summer, so then I play catch up for the rest of the year”

“What’s your favourite movie then? I know it’s a…”

“Reservoir Dogs” you reply before he even has a chance to say it’s a hard choice.

“Really” he smirks “I never had you down for that”

“I like the intensity & the drama & not knowing who to trust.” The two of you then talk your favourites for a while & both realise you share a film in the top 5.

“It really does make you cry Paddington 2” you say.

“Yes I always feel completely & at peace at the end”

“& then Hugh Grants Dance”

“Oooh don’t make me get up, I’ll do the whole routine” you both laugh as you sit there humming the tune to listen to the rain on the roof. His smile is infectious, it makes you smile more, which make his eyes soften. They are so deep & beautiful. There’s a small pause like the other day. A frozen moment of you both looking at each other no one else is around.

“Hiya Jav” someone shouts & your both snapped out of your trance & Javi gets up & hugs these two girls. Both fake Barbie blondes, skinny, full of Botox. One is in a red binkin which doesn’t leave much to the imagination & the other is just in her bottoms. Her large over the top fake boobs bouncing about as she hugs him while scowling at you.

“Ladies how are you?”

“You coming to the party tonight?” The one in red says.

“To Spaced? no, I’m hanging here today” Javi then introduces you.

“Oooh is she staff that gets to come & chill today Javi?” The topless one says as she dismisses you.

“No she runs the bar over the road”

“Urgh not that tacky one with regulars, I’ve heard there cockroaches in the bins” your trying to be nice & so you offer your hand.

“Well I wouldn’t know about cockroaches but we have some lively characters, maybe you should check it out one night”

“Urgh no thanks, would dream to be seen in there, what did she do Jav, did she give you a crap blow job behind the bar & now your taking pitty on her? What’s a decent night with an actual real woman worth around here€10k bet she took €100?” They both cackle & laugh at their insult of you. You lean back & sip your champagne. You then suddenly realise Javi did give your €10k. Your face drops. Is he expecting something in return for the money?

“Sorry I need the bathroom, it was nice to meet you ladies” you once again offer a nice hand & friends smile both scoff & you rush off to go cry in the toilet for a few minutes while Javi amuses the fake blondes.

On your way back to the pool, after walking past a lot of people tutting at you, you bump into Lucas. You’re doing your best to brush off these people looking at you judging,but even with your thick skin attitude it’s starting to still a little.

“Ooh sorry” you both say, he can see you looking down.

“Why so sad miss?” He asks.

“Do you ever get upset that a lot of people here are rude & judge?” You ask. You didn’t realise he had seen what was going on by the pool.

“Sometime, but the tips are worth it, & we can ban some of those who get too personal, especially with guests of full time memebers, when they are here as influences for free” he winks. “Don’t worry I’ve made a note, they won’t be allowed back for the next week, we can’t kick them out but they will always now have a mark by their name to warn others”

“Lucas you didn’t have to do that…” you say & he shakes his head.

“We’re both in the trade, we both deal with bad clients, I know you know” you smile back at him. “Plus mr Gutierrez pretty much ushered them along after you walked off”

“Did he?”

“Yes, they just want his money, they are those kind of girls”

“I guessed that, hang on what makes you think I’m not just here for his money?” You question.

“In the 3 years I’ve been here, Mr Gutierrez hardly ever talks to anyone or brings a guest, but watching the two of you speak earlier you have a connection”

“Really” you blush your face now completely glowing. “I just like the man I wouldn’t care if he had €5 or €50min”

“He’s got more than that”

“What,..” but then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“You okay beautiful?” A Javi rests his head on your shoulder, his smell intoxicating.

“I am now, thanks Lucas”

“Miss… Mr Gutierrez” Lucas smiles & leaves you in Javis strong capeable hands & he slowly walks you back to the pool side.

“Sorry about the girls, they won’t bother us again” he says as he takes his shirt off & puts in on the lounger & then takes your hand to walk you to the edge of the pool.

“It’s okay Javi, I know I said I speak my mind, but that was just rude, the way they treated me, I can cope with a wolf whistle when I wear my shirt shorts at the bar on a Saturday night but here, I just felt judged”

“Hey hey” he says as you both sit down on the edge of the pool & dip your feet in. The water is just right “no one should wolf whistle you”

“You’ve not seen how short the shorts are”

“Fair point,” he says as a waiter who isnt Lucas brings you both over a cosmopolitan to drink. “But you have respect,personality, manners, money can’t buy you that, & out of all these “rich people” your the one who’s making an impact on my day for the first time in a while” he uses air quotes.

“So why do you come here Javi?” You ask bluntly. “You clearly have the cash, sorry if that’s too much, but why come here, with all the fakes & phoneys”

“Security, no one here is going to steal my Rolex, no one here is going to hold me to ransom. It never used to be like this here but since the pandemic & TikTok & people trying to be famous it’s become elitist, & a show off spot, people come for their 15mins of fame then bugger off” You sense the frustration in his voice.

“You know you don’t have to come to Ibiza?” You say in a friendly tone, “but I’m glad you are here”

“I like coming here, I used to as a kid & then in my early adult hood & now as someone who’s now in my 40s it’s a nice place to relax, I know I could go else where but if something went wrong at home I could be back in a less than an hour”

“You live here”

“No I live in Majorca”

“So you leave one Balearic island for the other?” You seem baffled by this.

“I do, home pressures & the community mean no chill time even at home” he says as he take a big sip of his drink. “Now that’s a good cosmo” you sip yours too. it’s a frozen one & sends a chill down your body as you adjust. Javi sees this. “Are you okay” he says & then his empty hand strokes the arm nearest which then fill with even more goosebumps.

“Yes, yes I am, are you” you raise your eyes above your sunglasses & Javi takes his own off.

“I am now I’ve seen those beautiful eyes” his hand has stopped & is now holding yours. Fingers interlocked. You don’t look down you keep your eyes on his big brown eyes & that magnificently handsome face & that thick mop of hair.

“Javi…” it’s a whisper as you both fully face each other. He lifts your hand & kisses the back of it.

“I won’t do anything unless you don’t want to” he says clearly a gentleman.

“Same back at you Javi, you’re rather hard to resist” you blush as you remove your own sunglasses.

“So are you” you lift your head at that compliment & look at those pouting lips. You both just naturally lean into the gap between you. His lips latch onto your own for a small peck of about 5 seconds before he pulls away leaving you hanging eyes still closed.

“Mmmm” you softly moan. “You are a gentleman, most men would have taken full advantage of that moment”

“Invitation accepted” his lips reconnect to yours & a 10 second kiss followed by a break again is then met with one so passionate that your heart might burst out of the binkin you are wearing. He has a hand on your hip, while the other cups your face. His tongue grazes your lips & you let him in straight away, you want him to experience all of your own delights. Your own hands are firmly on his chest. It’s not photo shopped & the most worked out chest at the ocean club, hence he wore a shirt to start, but you are running your hand across it & his little tummy & you don’t want to be anywhere else ever again. Here with your feet dipping in the water kissing the most charming & handsome man you have met in your life. You ruffle his wavey hair too.

“Javi” you moan as you both eventually break the embrace. You softly laugh & so does he as his moves a piece of hair from your face.

“I wanted to do that from the moment I walked past the bar the night before the karaoke”

“Really” your insides jump excitedly. He clearly has had a crush on you from a far. “I’m flattered”

“& now I know you, & our interest match, I see no reason for me to not ask you out on a proper date, just you & me & no ocean club, we can just be us”

“You sure, I mean there’s 100s of…” he stops you from talking with a quick smooch that takes you off guard.

“Forget anyone else, your the girl I want to get to know”

“& what if…ahhh” splash. As you went to reply to him Javi put his arm around your shoulders, & dragged you off your seat & into the pool bellow. You had no idea you were sitting near the deep end. You go to swim back up but Javi holds you under the water & helps you wrap your legs around him, before you make out until you run out of air. You come out of the water like Romeo & Juliet do in the Baz lurman film, sopping but still making out, splashing anyone who walked by but neither of you care. You rest your head on his chest & pant.

“No one’s ever kissed me like that before Javi”

“& I’ve never attempted that with anyone” he kisses your forehead. It’s only now as you hold him that you realise several people & pointing staring & gossiping. This makes you feel uncomfortable & you suddenly remember you are at the ocean club & you don’t really belong. You wrap your arms around Javi even more for protection.

“Everyone’s looking Javi” you say shyly realising your place in this world.

“Let them look”

“No Javi” you eventually break saftey away from him. “Coming here is a mistake, thank you though it’s been nice”

“But you only just got here” you swim back to the edge of the pool.

“It’s not you Javi it’s me” you leap out of the pool & hear some of the girls snigger at you. You hear one of the blondes from earlier say whale as you grab your stuff. You dry your feet so you can go to the changing room & scuttle past everyone ashamed. You then suddenly realise you have no idea where you are going & crumple on the floor by a flight of stairs. A fast pace of sticky feet find there way to you & big strong arms pick you up.

“Maybe next time don’t run off without an exit strategy” Javi whispers & takes you into a private locker room. He hits the buzzer so someone can go fetch your belongings which will appear in the room in 5mins time.

Your arms once again wrap around Jacks neck as you shiver, from shame & embarrassment but also from his soothing touch as he strokes your back.

“Sorry Javi” you whimper. “I just don’t understand what you would see in a girl like me, I’m not from money, I barely have a cent to my name, I’m just little old simple boring me, who has a gay flat mate & works at her uncles bar”

“Everything you have said right there, is more interesting than any of those influences ever wish to be. They may snigger but this time next year they might not have daddy’s trust fund & might have to work for their summer” he says calmly which cheers you up. “& I don’t care that your broke, I can look after you��

“That’s the other thing Javi, I don’t want you to think I’m just with you or being nice to you for your money, I still want my life.”

“Then you shall still… wait…” he smirks”are you saying you want me, you want to be with me” you eyelashes flutter as your chest heaves in time with his. This is only the second day you have known Javi & yet your mind is contemplating what a life in Majorca would be like. How it would feel to be Javis girlfriend, even though you just ran out in him you did it because you are falling for him & didn’t want to get hurt any more than you already have by those sniggering fake blondes.

You nod “I think I do, at least to spend the summer as yours & no one else’s” you look up at this man & your lips meet. No longer waiting for permission anymore. It feels like he’s an old flame who you’ve not kissed for ages despite only having your first kiss only 30mins ago. You moan as you feel one of his wandering hands Grace the material of your still damp bikini bottoms. His long fingers want to be inside there but you can tell from how tentative they are that he wants you to say yes before he has his fill. You know you’re going to be his & he will be yours until you have to get in that flight home.

“Javi” you moan & do similar to his crutch that he is doing to yours. You can feel his excitement build. “Will we get in trouble for this Javi?” He then takes your hand & slips it inside his swim shorts.

“If your quiet then no, & if we do I’ll pay them off” he smirks, before he drops to his knees your hand leaving his length which you had started to attend to & he pulls your bottoms down with his hands admiring your shaven mound. “Oooh baby” Javi says nothing else. Your legs spread a little & he licks over the top of your clit as you try to grip the wall & he slips two long thick fingers inside you.

“Fuck Javi” your hips move. His tongue gets to work. Those fingers are vigours as he adds a third, sloppy noises from your slick & their movements echoing around this private changing room. You give up on the wall plunging your hands into his mop of hair. “Oooh fuck fucking fuck” you whine your voice getting louder. The gasp you make as you cum on his fingers, reverberates around the room. Your face in a trance as pleasure spreads through your body. “Javi oooh fuck Javi” he eventually stands up & keeps a thumb on your clit as you breath is restored. His face glistening as he sucks on of his fingers that are still damp from his little treat, into your mouth.

“Well baby, I had to give you a short preview of what your going to get, it only seemed fair”

“Javi” you scream as he lifts you up & carrys you towards the shore of the beach. You’d spent the rest of the afternoon with Javi at the ocean club, in one of their private hot tubs out of view & for a discretional fee. You wanted to repay the compliment of Javis oral expertise. His penis was huge, but your mouth took it well. He even joked that this had been the quietest you had been since you’d met as his balls hit your chin. The way his eyes rolled back as he spilled down your throat, as your own streamed with tears, is an image you will never forget. You then went back to your apartment to get a change of clothes before you arrived at Javis Ibiza villa. It was decedent & for just somewhere he went an each summer was completely unnecessary but you didn’t care about that, you adored the man who owned it. Money was just a nice bonus.

You both had dressed up for dinner. Usually your Ibiza dressing up would be fancy dress but not with Javi. You wore an off the shoulder red dress, which hugged your curves & had even done your make up properly. Javi wore a dark green suit jacket & trousers & a charcoal shirt, & he took you to dinner. The best tapas place in the island. There you were just a couple, not the bar tender & the billionaire. You sat drank ate chatted flirted & kissed all night. You’re already not looking forward to be able to spend as much time with Javi even when you do get the odd day off, it won’t be enough. You were walking back to his villa on the sand hand in hand, when he scooped you up into his arms & ran to the shore. He stopped just before the edge laughing his head off as he smacks your bum & puts you back in your feet.

“Another day we can do that” Javi smile & kisses your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that stunning dress, you really have been stunning to look at all night, bewitching.”

“Stop it Javi” you playfully push him as the tide comes in over your feet, your only a few meters to go before you get to his villa. The night sky scattered with stars, the sound of partying happing a mile or so away filling the air, & yet the only thing you can think about are his lips & how good the next kiss will feel. “

“So”

“So” you both giggle.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Javi asks as he pulls you close his hand rest on your hip as you start to walk up to his place.

“Hmm… I’m not sure”

“What”

“So you don’t understand sarcasm?” He darts his eyes. “Javi, I’ll stay if you want me to stay, but if I do stay I’m not sure we will get much sleep” you both blush red, his hand has now moved, it’s going around in circles over your arse, sending shivers down your spine.

“That’s why siestas exist,” he smiles & then turns. His other hand also graces your bum, skating over the material of your dress. You both look deeply into each others eyes.”god your perfect” he says as you hand cups his face. As your lips meet for the most succulent kiss you drop your heels on the floor. You don’t care that you’ll never get the sand out, your hands are in his hair, your tongue teasing his, his facial hair rubbing against your sking. You can feel the material of your short red dress rising, his own wondering hands have found your skin. He has a handful of your bum, before you then take your own hand to his & put it underneath your thong.

“Take them off Javi” you whimper, before reengaging the kiss. The lace slowly trickles down your thighs & legs. He breaks the kiss & moves your feet so his can take them off before they get covered in sand. He looks at the sticky arousal inside the red lace.

“Does your underwear match?” He asks as he sniffs your thong & this empty hand has an index finger trail across your chest.

“No they don’t…”

“Oooh” his face looks a little disappointed.

“… Javi… they don’t because this dress doesn’t need a bra” your suddenly lifted up again by him & you wrap your legs around javis waist. His eyes now wide & excited.

“Then why the fuck are we out here” he says as he spins you around a few time as you passionately kiss him. “I’m taking you to bed” he puts your down grabs your shoes & your hand & then runs up to his villa with you.

“Will we even make it to the bedroom?”

“Let’s find out”

You do make it to the bedroom. Making out all the way up the stairs. This is the first time you realise Javi has staff even if you are already blinded by lust & passion for you sexy Spaniard . The front door was opened for you both, & locked behind. Someone tried to offer him a drink upon his return but could see he was tasting you, your lips quenching his thirst for now. Your shoes & thong dropped in the entrance hall as Javis hands went back to your arse, his jacket thrown from the stairs, his shoes kicked off before he was through his master bedroom door. Wearing an off the shoulder dress was the best idea you had ever had, his hands only needed to slightly move the zip at the top of your dress, before it fell from your body pooling at your feet. Instantly feeling two fingers plunge deeply into your cunt as he walked your back towards his kingsize bed, his other hand caressing your face, mouths still entangled. You undo the first two button of his shirt before he withdraws his long fingers, sucks them & then tugs the shirt off over his head as you hurry to undo his belt & fly, realising that as your hands opened them, that Javi had been commando all night. As he steps out of his trousers & you once again drop to your knees lapping your tongue around his hardened penis, you glimps a look at his perfect peachy arse in the mirror, clenched & looking so good. It’s a davine sight as he starts to groan as you tug on his balls.

“Baby stop I don’t wanna come yet” he pulls back his hips were already wanting to thrust further down your throat. He lifts you onto the bed & lifts your legs up towards your head, to the side. He can see exactly what waits for him. A clit desperate to be strummed, your sex dripping, your arse puckering. It’s like he’s at a buffet, a sexual buffet. He leans over you, your near the edge of the bet, & his penis swipes down over everything, the feel of it has you gripping your ankles. He leans into his bedside table & then his face drops? “Youre on birth control right?” You nod.

“I got tested last week for STDs tooo… ooooh fuck” you are busy talking about that but then he slips his penis inside you, the stretch of this magnificent girthy cock filling you up, he slowly goes, making it feel deeper than any man has gone before or is it just the position you are in. He pushes down hard, his balls hitting you, as your legs stay back for you to hold, your palms sweating even more as you already pant as he slowly moves back out & then does it again leaning all of his weight on top of you.

“God baby, so tight, so perfect, I’m gonna cum so quickly arghhhhh” his hand firmly grips your breast as he goes in again.

“Javi I’m in no rush, ooooh fuck.” His other hand is rubbing your clit now, ferociously, friction that if you were not shaved down there that could cause a Forrest fire. It quivers as you do. No man has ever, be it in Ibiza or anywhere, been this attentive. It’s like he somehow knows that when you pleasure yourself, it’s all about the pulses with your vibrator on your clit that makes you cum & clamp. He can feel you squeeze him each time he drags in & out of you.

“Fuck baby, oooh fuck yes” his rhythm is speeding up. You see his eyes dark with desire, he watches each time as he sinks all the way into you, the feel of your walls has him licking his lips, wondering how long he can last. “Best cunt ever baby, you take me so well”

“Javi, yess, oooooohhhh my my oooohhhh hmmmmmm” you can no longer say full sentences, as he starts hitting the spot, you can feel your own euphoria want to take over. “Baby bay oooh Javi more more”

“Fuck, oh Jesus” he growls. Your legs bent all the way back as he pounds you deeply, hips that have never moved faster, filling you up, making you breathless, watching as his thick hair starts to drip with sweat that runs down his neck & chest. Your own pelvis, rocking around him, feelings sexy, & magnificent as the tension, friction & pleasure builds ready to explode into a million diamonds.

“Javi yes yes yes I’m gonna cum, fuck fuck fuck fFGfFFfFUCK!!!!!” The last fuck comes out so high pitched as you release you inner pleasure. Your orgasm send Javi over the edge too.

“Fuck yes oooh baby girl” he fills you up, mixing his seed with yours. Wondering how he kept going for so long. You are bent in half & eyes still rolling on the back of your head when you feel his lips kiss you, still so soft, but now a more treasured kiss. You suddenly realise that this is your summer fling. The man who when you message him to say you are free will likely drop everything to come & satisfy your needs, because as you flicker you eye lashes open & softly smile moving that one random curl out of the way, the look he’s giving you without saying a word says the same thing. He’s still semi hard inside you as your hand rubs his face.

“Hello my sexy stranger”

“I don’t think I’m a stranger anymore” he whispers. He kisses you a few times more times on the lips before allowing your to move your legs before he withdrawals his cock, lies down next to you & then rolls you on top of him. His mouth sucking your nipples in seconds as you position yourself, gladly taking his cock inside you once more. Soft bounces down to his base moving slowly, taking him all in, anti clock wise motions you roll, he feels like he’s in your belly. He’s groping your arse cheeks as you eventually move faster no longer able to contain the slow sensual pace you both set to start with. You know Javi is still incontrol of this despite being on top. But as you sit up and his hands trail over your tummy as you caress his chest, you wonder how long this man really can last.

“Look at you, fucking sexy goddess, taking me so well, you know what you like”

“Oooh Javi yes, I do”

“Then be a good girl for me & cum quickly so I can lick all of your arousal away & I can them cum down your throat.” It sets you off. You’re soon slurping Javis cock, his own cum tasting salty as you 69. He laps always at all of your holes tutting. “We made a mess baby, I think we’re going to have to go again” before he slaps your arse firmly. You shimmy off him & it’s not long before you are back on your back as he’s back inside your pussy, making you both cum long into the night, louder than the parties going on in the distances.

11months later.

There you stand opening night of the bar for the season. Now the owner, you saved the money Javi had given you & offered to buy part of the bar off your uncle, who then practically said you could be full incharge & would make all the profits form it now. It’s been redecorated durring the off season, with new staff & with a new idea to keep the regulars happy but to bring in new people too. Justin smirks at you.

“To us”he says as he raises you a shot, the one you are both allowed a night.

“To us” you reply

“To us” says Lucas. The guy who had looked after you all of last summer at the ocean club when you had been there, when the season was over, you told him things were changing & you offered him a job, he is now the bars manager. “& it’s already been worth it”

“Yes it has, they had it coming” you’d been reading resumes for new staff & two of the girls you had turned down for jobs here this season, were the two girls at the ocean club who were judgemental & bitchy towards you last year, clearly being an influences doesn’t get you everywhere.

“& can I just say” Justin says once his shot is drunk “that it’s nice that I won’t have to hear you scream in pleasure in the shower now every other morning.”

“Justin!”

“What?! He clearly knew what he was doing, mr Chav”

“It’s..”

“Javi…” the seductive voice comes behind you, his hand grips your waist instantly, his lips always so soft. Javi had made sure you didn’t need to temp, you’ve promised to pay him back, after spending the entire winter in Majorca at his compound, but he’s point blank refused. You both got in trouble for missing a few key things he had to do due to how much sex you’d been having. The summer fling had become a relationship & you were both head over heels in love.

“Alright” says Justin.”I have to say the water bill is less too now already”

“Anyhow don’t you have reping to do for us?” Lucas asked him.

“Bloody hell even the new guy has picked your side” he says before Lucas smacks Justin’s arse & winks. “Ooh he can stay”

With the bar almost filled on opening night you step on to the stage.

“Welcome to the new season for Ibiza this year everyone. For those of you who have or haven’t been here before karaoke Tuesdays are still a thing & I always do the opening song to make the night well only improve” the room cheers. “But tonight I would like my partner in crime to get up here,” Javi almost spits his drink out, you hadn’t told him this yet. He looks shocked but Lucas all but pushes him onto the stage. He’s blushing & you give him a polite look & whisper. “€10000 euros pays for this & a blow job once it’s over baby” his eyes go wild & he squeezes your bum.

“Okay”he can’t get anymore words out, as his hand slips inside your short shorts & realises you have no knickers on.

“Right” you also look a little flush. “You ready?”

“Wait what are we…” & then the music starts & he smiles. “Seriously?”

“Yes” & the two of you do a rendition of listen to the rain on the roof from the end of Paddington 2. Including some bad dance moves & it’s met with rapturous applause. You do a little bow. But then Javi grabs the main microphone from you & talks.

“Thanks everyone for coming but there’s one more thing that needs to happen before we get the show on the road properly.” Javi drops to one knee & produces a small blue box.

“My sweet beautiful sexy señorita” he says followed by your full name, “please would you do me the honour of making this the fling of a life time, & agree to be my wife” Javi opens the box, as your jaw drops. Inside is a simple one stone diamond ring, nothing flashy, very classy, very you. Javi learnt very early on he didn’t need to flash the cash to impress you & this shows that he just wants you for who you are. Your eyes spill with tears as you reply with a yes, before he is up & sweeping you off your feet spinning you around, as all your patrons cheer. The ring fits perfectly as he puts you back on your feet, before you passionately kiss him on stage in front of everyone. He moves your hair which is no longer dyed blonde but is your natural mousey blonde colour, out if the way of your ear, so he can whisper.

“Let’s go make sure the vip bathroom is okay shall we” he says. “I think we need to more private celebration, so your eyes can keep streaming.”

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Hi <3 I love your writing is it ok if I request a single parent reader who is going through a lot (partner cheated and wants nothing to do with read or the kid and left you both practically homeless) who has a mute child who almost never speaks and is very much a loner reader of course feels guilty until a family member gives them an old TV and the child starts to change once they discover welcome home like they become more outspoken and more outgoing but ome day reader comes home crying after they ran in to there Ex and Wally comforts reader and reader wishes Wally was real and what happens next is up to you

The drama, the angst, the tears! I love the idea I swear everyone in my inbox has such amazing ideas it’s hard to believe most of you aren’t writers yourselves! But anyways hope I lived up to your standards with what I wrote! Also I hope your doing well or that if your not it starts to get better! ❤️‍🩹

⚠️⚠️Warning: there will be mild descriptions of panic attacks and bad financial situations⚠️⚠️

For months it’s been like this a constant struggling battle between you and just being able to have financial stability. Every time you even go to the grocery store you see how your sons eyes brighten at something he really likes , but you can’t get it. You need the money. It makes you almost feel selfish to deny him due to him rarely ever expressing any interest in anything anymore. Even when he sometimes talks it’s always a quiet mumble he refuses to repeat always hiding behind your taller figure. He was very sweet just very unwilling to talk most the time. The loudest he is was whenever he wants your attention or just you in general. You feel as if you never spend anymore time with him. You have been having to work three jobs. Always just bearly making it on time to each of them. You thankfully had a family member always willing to babysit him. It still makes you feel guilty you’ve only ever had one day off which was every Sunday. You would get only one day to be with your own child.

How did you end up like this? Oh, wait it was because of that scumbag you let into your life. Hell you even trusted him with your own life but after 4 years of being together and even having your child that’s when he started to show his true colors. He had started coming home constantly intoxicated. You hated it he first started with yelling at you but when it came to your child that’s where you drew the line. He was only 5 he shouldn’t be yelled at because some bastard couldn’t control himself. And even after all that the moment you were about to get rid of him the next thing you knew he had gotten with someone else and completely disappeared from your lives. Greedy bastard even took all your savings for bills, your half of the bank account, and even anything that could give you a lick of keeping you on your feet.

You clenched your teeth together tightening your jaw as you remembered the horrible things that happened. Almost crumbling up the bills you were doing at the moment just trying to calm yourself down. You were so brought out of your thoughts from a single little tug on your shoulder. It was Ronnie obviously wanting attention from you since it was a day you were actually home. Chuckling you picked him up sitting him into your lap.

“ Whatcha doin Ronnie?” You asked as he played with your hair.

He just looked up at you with a smile as he played with the tips of your bangs making you laugh.

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” You told him as he nodded now grabbing at your hand just to hold it.

This is what you needed a nice and very little distraction. Just you and Ronnie along with the pesky bills you wanted to tear apart. But besides that it was very peaceful at this moment for once in a while. Even as bad as your living situation was at least he was here.

“ What do you mean I haven’t…please Sir I promise there must have been some mistake with the bank!” You pleaded.

“ Fine, but this will be the last time the next time I will have you evicted. Listen I’m sorry about your situation I sympathize with you very much, but you need to give me your next rent or I’ll have you out.” He sighed.

You enthusiastically thanked him almost crying.

“ Hey so I got Ron your old TV hope you don’t mind xoxo Mom.” Is what the note read onto the small TV now in your living room. Right after you bid and thanked her you saw it in your small apartment.

“ Oh why that mother-“ “ Tv!” Ronnie pointed startling you.

“ Good job Ronnie that is a TV! Do you want to watch on it?” You asked him wondering why the Tv was getting him to talk.

He must be excited about some show to get him this happy over the addictive screen. As you looked through the cassette tapes remembering the good times you had with all these all except for one. The exact one that had also caught Ronnie’s eyes was the unfamiliar tape. Must have been some new tape she had gotten for him somehow. Looking at the label while he jumped up and down chanting its name “ Welcome Home”. It was odd to hear him talking so much but it still made you smile knowing whatever this was made him happy. The thankfully labeled tape was easily found seeing it was already at the top of all the other old tapes of yours. You looked over to him making grabby hand at it trying to signal he wanted to put it in himself which you caught into quickly from his enthusiasm.

As you gave him the tape he took it eagerly somehow not jerking it out of your hands from how excited he was. He treated it with care as he carefully put it into the old TV’s little opening. Curling up into his knees as he sat down hugging them beside you.

The TV then displayed a horrible static screen and loud noise as it soon cut to the colorful show. Contrasting to the harshness of the first few seconds of the tape. Must have been very old that some of the tape burned out. You couldn’t help but wonder what the out print of what looked like a face was though as the colorful show displayed the shows joyful intro. While you still had no memory of the show he seemed to be enjoying himself very much as it continued on. Happily tapping his small feet on the floor looking up at you for approval of his interests.

“ So is Wally your favorite?” You asked him as he nodded enthusiastically at your question too caught up in the show to reply.

Looking up at the clock you had noticed you had still needed to get some stuff done due to it getting latter by the second. Looking over towards them you patted their head ruffling their hair as you got up.

“ Five more minutes and then it’s off to bed with you deal?” You asked as he once again nodded but without any enthusiasm.

Finally going to get some laundry out of the dryer from down stairs in the apartment. It sucked always having to go out to get the laundry, but you had to get it before someone tried to steal it like last time. You literally had to ask your parents for clothes it was horrible. But anyways you hurriedly got all of your clothes bringing them back to the small room you called your home. Looking at the run down place you had to live in. Just taking everything in sadly, but trying to stay positive all you needed was a few more raises and you’ll be out of here. And could afford a better TV for Ronnie.

As you went over to put him to bed the TV was already off. With Ronnie no where to be found in the open. Until you saw your bedrooms light on you knew he was already on in bed. Going in there you saw he was even ready in his PJ’s.

“ Well you’re in bed early.” You chuckled.

“ Wally said my five minutes were up.”he muttered fiddling with the tin blankets you had.

Well that’s nice of him?

Stretching out in your makeshift bed waking up early for your first shift in the morning. The reason why it was makeshift was due to it being a board you put quilts on top of. Ron always got the most blankets on the bed due to him freezing the easiest at night. Even as hot as it was in your apartment at night that’s when it finally started to get cold. So cold that you wondered if was winter. You quickly got ready as usual. Rushing out the room quietly not wanting to wake him just yet. You left waking Ron up to whoever came to babysit him. Which today was your siblings. Giving them the keys to the door as you opened it to welcome them in as much as you could with the atmosphere screaming danger. But all of you were somehow used to it especially you.

As you walked to work with your trusty old umbrella a familiar face was seen dashing by the huge puddle almost splashing you with the dirt filled water. Thankfully, you somehow managed to avoid it as you coward behind your umbrella. You hated this part of town. But thankfully this time as you started to pick up your pace no one followed you again.

You flopped yourself onto the squeaky couch kicking your shoes off your aching feet as you bud your sibling a goodbye. While Ron sat on the floor with one of his knees up to his chest watching his favorite show. But this time as he watched it he had seemed a lot more chatty today. Continuously answering any questions or whatever Wally asked of him. Happily pointing out anything he liked without mumbling that much. Everything but just an adorable little stutter. Even starting a conversation with you at some point while you cuddled upon the couch listening to him.

“ I wanna have hair as long as…as Wally’s some day an..and have it blue!” He told you as he rested his head onto the cushions of the couch.

“ That sounds nice dear…you know I think green hair would suit you better.” You teased knowing he hated the color.

“N..no! That’s not a good color! That a puke color!” He exclaimed with a pout.

“So does Howdy look like puke then?” You once again teased no noticing the TV’s absence in the characters joyful banter; even the eyes that contently watched the two of you.

“ Howdy.. He…he makes green look good bu..but green is still a gross col..color! Along with yellow and don’t say ‘Well Julie has yellow hair’ she’s blonde!” He pouted as you chuckled ruffling his hair agreeing with his little banter.

Today is good everything is going well.

Today isn’t going that well it as well as you hoped. You had woken up 12 minutes late today, people in the alleyways kept offering you a ‘good time’ or drugs, one man even tried to follow you, you had left your medications at home, and your second shift had many crude customers there. All being horrible to each other and you. It wasn’t until your third shift things went downhill. Seeing that your ex and their new lover was at the last place you works at. Both were constantly poking fun at you. Acting like children and purposely making a whole ruckus. You didn’t care at the moment to be honest. Well not until the finale hours of your shift.

“ I can’t believe ___ cheated on you what a bitch. I mean come on they aren’t even that good looking.” Their lover muttered as you turned your back.

Just a few more minutes and it’ll all be over.

“ Oh and I bet that kid wasn’t even yours. Plus who would even want a brat like that…what was his name Robby…Rolly or some shit?” They questioned as you bit your tongue going back over to their table for their drinks.

“ Here are your drinks and Please stop talking about someone you don’t even fucking know.” You wished you said.

Just as you left to go to the kitchen before you could even turn your back a sudden sticky liquid was splashed and poured all over you and your uniform. You clenched your fists as tears were trying to pour down while the two laughed. Everyone was staring at you, everyone was whispering about you, you hated it. All the muttering, all the noise, their laughter. You hated it all even as your chest tried to tighten.

“ Ha! That’s what a cheating bitch like you gets!” They cackled while you stormed off into the back.

“ Woah hey are you-.” “ I’m fine just..I need to leave.” You wheezed as your chest kept tightening.

You just wanted out of here. You didn’t want any part in their bs anymore. You wish you said something, but right now you just couldn’t stand being here anymore. You hated them so much.

Thankfully your boss saw the whole commotion and let you leave early. But as you got to your broken down house you couldn’t stand anything anymore. You hated it here. You hated how everything looked. You hated the neighborhood. You hated what you had to do just to get money. You hated them so much. How and why in hell would they twist the story around as if you were the bad guy. You were left and had everything except your child taken from you. You just sat on the couch with your head down trying not to have a panic attack while your racing heart and tightening chest disagreed. Your hitched breathes are what almost sent you over the edge as you tried to breathe normally even holding your breath as you huddled into your self. Constantly stretching out the collar of your shirt from how hard breathing even was. As you we’re slowly starting to hyperventilate you failed to notice the unplugged TV and how it’s eyes where shaking as they watched you.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

As tears started spilling the phone suddenly rang out startling you even more while you tried to dry it up. Your boss had mentioned calling you earlier so you guess they closed early? But as you still sobbed sniffling while your shaking hands seized to stop.

You out of habit grabbed the old phone since it was right next to you.

“ Hello! Hello? Neighbor hey sorry I’m sorry to bother, but I just happed to hear you crying ing.” The oddly familiar voice concerned over you.

“ Oh…I’m sorry if I’m being loud.” You wheezed out finally getting some control of your heart while your chest still tightened.

“ Oh no! I’m not upset about that I’m just Neighbor worried are you okay?” He questioned you.

“ Yes..?” You said half heartedly trying to sniffle quietly.

“ It’s ok if you’re feeling down Neighbor we all do!” He said trying to comfort you.

For most of the phone call he kept reassuring you that your feelings were valid. Eventually as you both chatted the stranger had seemed somehow very oddly comforting. You chuckled at some of his odd comments.

“ In all honesty___ you seem like a wonderful person. So what had made you cry if you don’t mind me asking?” He questioned.

…

“ You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Your comfort I my top priority here.” He reassured you as you chuckled.

“ Thanks you…but why are you being so nice to me? Im grateful for it very much so! But Im just some total stranger who lives in the same apartment as you. I would probably be the least of your worries.” You told him.

“Well you’re much more than just some person I “share an apartment with”. You’re hardworking, an amazing parent, and even just so kind.” He listed as you smiled holding the phone line closer to your ears.

“ I think you’re too kind ‘Neighbor’ but I forgot to ask what’s your name?” You asked him.

“ My names Wally.”

Hope you all enjoyed and are having a wonderful day or that it gets better!

Again very sorry to those who have requested and haven’t had their requests done yet! I’m working on them I swear.

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💌

[itsdappleagain]

i know csweekly is on hold now, but I still have to catch up on The Luchadora Tango Caper, so here it is!!

Season 3 is maybe my least favorite season out of any of them, but I still love it, so I'm really excited to get into this!

Notes under the cut as always and please ignore the fact that I'm a month late on this thx

NEW CASTLE!!! NEW CASTLE YAYYY

sometimes I think this whole series is Maelstrom just talking about shit for like 14 hours

cleo sympathizing with guys in skirts <3 she knows ur struggle boys

love how they slapped up a giant glowing green world map and copper sulfate burning chandeliers before they put in insulation or heat

brunt, girl, calm down. they were just doing their evil minion bagpipe job

british on british violence

that was such a cute nod when this season first dropped. haha theres been no sign of her all summer because of the hiatus you are so clever

they rlly thought they had something with the turn them against each other thing. i cant believe they thought they tvy7 rating would let shadowsan and carmen kill each other 🙄

"carmen is DEAD" (cheery tango music)

i mean it works because we know hes wrong and stupid but like

no offense but the tango dancers are animated in a way that is reminiscent of a kid manually moving their barbie dolls legs to make them walk

our girl <3

tell me why dropping 200 feet onto the top of the metal detector was more sneaky than literally anything else she could have done

ok. yes. but the fact she is robbing it does not negate the fact that she will be on the news for breaking into a bank dsjfsdghfkdsa

1021 is the number on the box- could it mean something? in a strictly doylist sense. october 21st doesn't seem to have any significant holidays...I can't find anything, might just be a random number set.

good god the "i...have his eyes." hits me like a truck every time

gina pulled it out with the voice acting in this one

she WAS a very cute baby

"another" link girl what else has there been you should be ecstatic

ayyy its the character literally everyone except spintrap-stan and amaryllis solely remember for being voiced by dante basco

i love how snarky carmen immediately gets. if he knows her name and what she looks like, obviously he's an operative, so she gets to have a little fun in immediately declining him while still gaining valuable information, almost immediately, about who he is and what his talent will be

everyone is very stretched today

this is not my favorite fight scene honestly (at least until flytrap gets here. dont even get me started on her fighting style im in love with it) because its literally just like ooh. he kicks. she dodges. wow. they really do try with the tango parallels but idk

wow!! other people can kick too??? who knew

she protected the face

cutely runs into oncoming traffic

those cars were not even slowing down girl they were just like HONK MOVE OR DIE

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FLYTRAP MY GIRL

okay mini rant incoming i already did a post on this like a billion years ago but flytrap is one of my favorites because in my opinion she and paper star are the most dangerous villains we ever see in the show. let me. try to find that post actually

yeah here it is

flytrap is also so hot and has the same va as luz so she's just top tier. idk if the team put half the episode budget into celebrity voice actors and thats why we only got 5 episodes but you know what

love how carmen is literally stopping her attempts to get free to banter. girl. stop

shadowsan <3

love how they do not even bother showing the fight they just get their asses handed to them

why didnt they start in veracruz just asking

not the table

ok guys. you can stop with the tango thing now. its okay

that little conversation between ivy and shadowsan is so good

comrades??? sir its not the cold war

article from 17 years ago, thank you for that easy to understand slang

carmen plot armored her way out of getting her skull smashed in on that train so hard that she made maelstrom stupid

its canon both in and outside of the show that color theory is so prevalent that any sort of red at all immediately signals carmen

the colors are so beautiful in this scene. carmen doesnt have her coat or jacket on, everythings just a little desaturated as she searches

THE ACME GANG <3333

not the finger guns and glasses wheeze hes such a loser i love him

THE FORESHADOWING TO EGYPT WITH THE PYRAMIDS ON HER LAPTOP!!!!

love how all we get of julia this season is her being pissed off and then leaving

he was such an asshole for closing her laptop why did he do that 😭

has carmen just been ignoring vile missions for the last season of the year to research her mom or

girlie is so sad about everything

ah yes, the door, the thing you wish to have opened, the best place to lean your full body against after you knock,

i'M SOrry. did you NOT attend a school for THIEVES

HSDGGDG HEY. just broke into your house. im your long lost daughter

i love how she goes DONT TOUCH ANYTHING and then immediately drags her whole arm across the wall and cabinet

also her face when she sees the masks is perfect

okay be honest how many of you have replayed carmen saying maybe mommy at least once. who. raise your hands

shes sooo buff

love how everyone is taking this so seriously and then carmen is just completely apathetic about anything thats going on

dont deadname lupe, carmen

her hair catching a gust of indoor wind for the sole purpose of making her look sick as hell in her intro card is so iconic

as ivy absolutely obliterating zack in the foreground is so fucking funny

she got that "EH EH EH." titter of "HEY NO. DONT YOU DO THAT" down scary well

devineaux strutting im sobbing. julia was doing SO well and then she got paired with devineaux AGAIN

that cab driver looks so concerned about the hulking texan in his backseat

remember when the trailer dropped and we thought those roses were for julia. good times

everyone narrowly avoiding each other as they pull in

you just know ivy smacked zack when he protested to decoy time hdsafhadsg

gotta say the "EH?" while getsuring to the trophies is fucking hilarious. obviously julia knows she wouldnt go after those but its so funny

i do love the way carmen just shrinks any time brunt appears. she is soooo traumatized

VAMOOSE EL MASKO SHES SO ACCURATREIUSDHKFSKHFD SHES EXACTLY WHAT MIDDLE AGED AMERICAN SOUTHERNERS SOUND LIKE

LUPE IS SO FUCKING COOL

devineaux showcasing his braincells for a spilt second this episode

ah, so begins the not a good time mantra

devineaux getting absolutely decimated because he thinks coach brunt thinks hes handsome is so funny

the referee watching two apparent civilians enter the ring: 🙂

carmen is so funny here. she uncuffs herself and then just leaves devineaux to die like fuck his ass he can get smooshed

carmen getting increasingly mad at devineaux while she drags him places is my favorite part of the episode

also, either carmen got stronger or devineaux had a few bouts of crazed research where he didnt eat, but she can drag him easily now as opposed to when she was struggling back at the trap in poitiers

they put this shot in the trailer and without context it just looked like carmen was standing there glaring at brunt menacingly

the cat burglar <3

worst fucking ref on the planet i love him

was carmen stopping to listen to julia's voice i would like to think so

ah the devineaux and cars gag. i mean, to be fair, it wasnt his fault this time

starts beatboxing

carmen really just dumped her whole life story on lupe thats so funny. girlie started the day preparing for a match, got her house broken into, and then ended the day learning about a global crime syndicate

they really ended s2 going THE NEXT SEASON WILL FOCUS ON CARMENS MOM and then started s3 going well actually um okay so

theres our transition sentence

lupe's yellow and blue palette btw!! cs color theory i love you

lupe is more of a mom than carlotta ever gets to be thats sad honestly

carmens little smile ough

here is a shot that very succinctly illustrates the dynamics in the coming seasons. the three at the table stand strong- always have. roundy is basically a footnote no one cares about him and then brunt...brunt is sort of on the edge. this carries over all the way into s4 when malestrom tries to drown her

oh my god i forgot about the weird halloween thing the faculty has going on this season i love it

my analysis is right in time for spooky season >:) halloween IS nearly upon us!!!

OKAY well my thoughts on the luchadora tango caper...pretty good. honestly its kind of net zero information because we introduce the premise of finding carmens mom and then immediately abandon it but it sets up um....well....it sets up....what does it set up

anyway- not my favorite episode, even though lupe is fucking awesome. i think it suffers a little from deviating from that classic caper structure and jumping around, but it does its job as an introductory episode.

until we return, sayonara, mon amigos!

[krishgupt]

Ash Betrayed (Part - 7)

At 9 AM, Ash woke up with Pikachu by his side. After freshening up He had a spoon of protein powder, a cup of milk and a liter of water. He then went on a 2.5 KM run with a bottle of water and treats for Pikachu.

At 10 AM, after his run with Pikachu, he goes to Professor Oak’s Ranch to spend time with his pokemons. After a few hours of being with his pokemons, he sat with Professor Oak and Gary, trying to learn from their research.

At 2 PM, Ash came back to Ketchum’s residence where he cooked lunch with Delia and Mr Mime. Afterward, he helped Delia in other house chores.

At 5 PM, Ash helped around the Farm and the rest of the time was spent on training and spending time with Delia before finally going to bed at 11 PM.

This was Ash’s routine for about a month before something happened which changed his life.

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Ash was sitting in front of his TV. It was about 3 PM and Ash was seeing a Pokemon Battle between Sabrina and a Ghost trainer. Even with type Advantage, the Trainer was struggling.

“Ash! I am to Viridian Bank? There are few documents I need to get,” Delia said.

“I can do that,” Ash said, but Delia reject the idea.

“Come on Mom! You have to make Dinner, I am free right now,” Ash continuously persuaded Delia. Finally she agreed and wrote something on a piece of paper.

“Give this paper to the Banker and see will bring the documents,” Delia said as she held Ash’s hand.

“Ash, only bring documents written in this paper, nothing else, don’t even look at any other documents or anything,” Delia said in an extremely concerned and ‘Please don’t do this’ voice.

“Umm………………. Ok? Let’s go Pikachu,” Ash said in a confused voice.

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Ash was in Viridian Bank. There he handed the Paper to the Banker who took Ash and Pikachu to Ketchum’s locker. The Locker was stacked with various documents and files and thus the banker was struggling to pull out the documents.

“You sure you don’t need help?” Ash asked.

“N-No! I-I-I got this World Champion!” Banker said before he finally pulled out the documents, along with other files and documents. The Banker, who had fell on the floor, gave a sighed.

“#%@% my life,” The Banker said and looked at Ash, whose eyes were staring at file which was actually a photo album. The Banker, seeing this, immediately tried to change the topic. He was given proper orders that Ash was not supposed to see this Photo Album.

“I-I will clear this up, you take the documents you need and leave sir!” The Banker said as he picked up the Album and other documents.

“I want that Album,” Ash said in a cold voice.

“W-What Album sir?” The Banker tried to act dumb.

“Give! Me! The! Album!” Ash said in an even more cold voice.

“//Listen buddy, My partner may seem calm but he can mess you up, better hand off what he wants,//” Pikachu said.

“S-S-S-S-Sir, M-M-M-Miss Delia has specifically told us not to-” Before the Banker could complete the sentence, Ash interrupted.

“Miss Delia is my mother and I will talk to her! Give! Me! The! Damn! Album!” Ash said and this time, the Banker handed him the Album with the other documents.

“Thank you,” Ash said as he left.

“Well, I can kiss my job goodbye,” The Banker said with a facepalmed.

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Delia, Gary and Oak were searching around Viridian city, it was 11 PM and Ash hadn’t returned. They were searching separately to cover more ground.

“Where are you, Ash!!!!!” Delia said, looking around. Suddenly, she felt something on her leg and looked down to see Pikachu.

“//Hey Delia, I…………………. I assume you here for Ash?//” Pikachu said as Delia lifted him.

“Pikachu! Here you are! Where is Ash thou?” Delia asked in an extremely concerned voice. Pikachu jumped and signed Delia to follow him. While Delia ran behind Pikachu, she called Professor Oak to inform him that she will soon found Ash.

Finally, Pikachu took her the place where Ash was. Ash was sitting on bench. Delia, seeing this, took a sigh of peace and started to walk towards him. But the closer she got, the more she realized that Ash had ‘The Album’, she did not wanted him to see. She took a sigh, knowing she had questions to answers. She slowly walked toward to him.

“Can I sit here?” Delia asked in a calm voice. Ash answered her with a nod. Delia sat next to him. Both were unsured what to say.

“Why?” Ash broke the silence.

“I……………………………. I didn’t wanted to lose you,” Delia said.

“What does that even mean? I WANT ANSWER MOM!!!!!!!! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT US DON’T HAVING ANY EXTENDED FAMILY!!!!! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT WE DON’T HAVE ANY PHOTOS OF DAD!!!!!! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT DAD DYING BEFORE MY BIRTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ash shouted as Delia remain silent. That all could she do after lying for so longer.

“Why! Why you hid the photos of your and dad’s wedding! Why did you hid photos of my birth! Why did you hid photos of our extended family! And why one of them look like Queen Ilene of Rota!!!!!” Ash had so many questions. Pikachu lower his head and just heard. He was as confused as Ash.

“I-I I know own many answers…………………………. I-I betrayed your trust which I only wish to restore son, please, give me a chance,” Delia as tears started to come out of her eyes.

“Go on Mom……………………… I tru- No, I will listen,” Ash said, cutting his own sentence as he looked away. Delia sighed and took a photo from the Album. A Photo of her late Husband, Red Ketchum

“T-This, is your father, his full name, Sir Red Ketchum, Prince of and Aura Captain of Rota,” Delia said as looked at her with confused eyes.

“W-What? H-He was Prince of Rota?” Ash asked as Delia nodded.

“Yes, Prince of Rota, and the Aura Captain, the highest Military Position of Aura Foundation of Rota,” Delia said.

“Aura Foundation? From what I heard they were a-” Ash asked.

“Officially, they are just a Private Self-Help Organization which reports to Rotan Monarchy, but in reality, it is an Independent Civil and Military Organization which Organized Aura Users into force for good,” Delia said.

“And as for the Prince part, you are the third Cousin of Queen Ilene, your Father was the second cousin of late Queen Anne,” Delia stated in a matter of fact voice.

“How did you met Dad?” Ash asked.

“You dad was a Prince and held a powerful position in a security society, but he was an extremely humble and simple man. A man whose eyes I somehow caught. I used to work in Bakery, which was regularly patronized by Rota Royal family. One day, you dad, he was in disguise and thus no one knew he was The Red Ketchum. That was the first time I met him. I used to make small talk with customers, but with you Dad, I completely forgot I had work and just kept talking to him. This continued for about six months, we had even exchanged numbers. Talking to him, listening to him, it was heavenly, before I knew it, I was in love. Soon after, he one day called to come to a place. It was a small church of Arceus, just outside the city, near the exit. There, he told me he loved me and asked if I felt the same. I answered him honestly that I did. Then he told me the truth about himself. I was a little heartbroken about the lying………………. And was also scared………………………. I was scared about the fact that his family, The Royal Family of Rota, will never accept me, an immigrant from Kanto, that the public will not accept having an immigrant Princess. And thus I ran. I ran and kept running from him. I didn’t came to work, I didn’t leave my home. He continuously called me, message me, but I didn’t replied. I knew he loved me but I didn’t want any slander to come to him because of me. Finally, I asked him to meet me, in the same church as the last time. I was going to tell him something about me which will make him hate me,” Delia said.

“What was that?” Ash asked as Delia broke into tears.

“I-I am scared Ash, that if I told you, you will hate me,” Delia said.

“I can never hate you Mom,” Ash said as he held Delia hands.

“Ash……………………………….. I-I-I-I-I-I-I told him I was in Rota for a mission……………………………... A Mission for- A Mission for,” Delia tried to complete the sentence as she looked at Ash. She knew about saying this, nothing will be the same.

“I was in Rota for a Mission, a Mission for Team Rocket! And my full name is Delia Corleone, daughter of Madame Boss and Elder sister Giovanni

Boom! Cliffhanger! 

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[etheries1015]

ETHERIES I'M CRYING

There's this "trend" in my country where old sugar daddies have this thing of sending their sugar babies to get their master degrees, they're literally doing more than the government when it comes to education 😭

ONE OF THEM EVEN SAID THAT THE REASON FOR THAT IS TO HAVE MORE MEANINGFUL SEX (did yall talk about the economics after sex or something-)

THERE'S ALSO ONE WHO SENDS MULTIPLE SUGAR BABIES TO GET THEIR MASTERS DEGREE THEN BROKE UP WITH THEM AFTER THEY GRADUATE. LIKE EVERY TWO YEARS HE BROKE UP WITH THEM. Sir even has his own "batch" of sugar babies with degrees, one batch consists of 2-3 educated girlies 💀

Imagine platonic male!Briar valley noble!reader with Meleanor, Revan, Lilia, and Baul. Lilia mentioned that nobles in Briar Valley are mostly useless, and here you are doing a better job than the ministers and nobles who are in charge of Briar Valley's education system. Like, the majority of the educated and successful court ladies are your sugar babies at one point.

Education ministers improving Briar Valley's education ❎

Sugar daddy!reader improving Briar Valley's education ✅

Aiming for a brighter country with daddy <3

Is your country perhaps America because that happens here all too often lmfao. I'm working on getting my bachelor's degree (for now) and every day I think to myself "Fuck I need a sugar daddy" LMFAOO....

WAIT WHAT... let me understand this correctly: Sugar daddies are saying they are sending money...to sugar babies for school..for meaningful sex..? What? Or did I just not understand that correctly lmfao?

okay but real, someone paying for my college and then breaking up with me with zero strings attached...THE DREAM. I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO GIVE ME MONENEYYYY i'm trying to revamp my closet and get some new clothes but I'M SO BROKE RN BRO. also.."Batch" Of sugar babies is insane what the fuck why would they call them that LKDJFLISKJD THAT'S SO FUNNYYYY ACTUALLY.

ANYWAYS ONTO THE OTHER HALF REGARDING THE TWISTED WONDERLAND COMMENTS HAHAH

I love that lmfao Sugar daddy reader seeing the flaws in the system and giving in, deciding to do something about it since OBVIOUSLY the rest of the country is ASS at it. Giving their sugar babies money to get a good education, even if some of them reader gets no reward/profit from it. Spoiling them is enough. Although you wouldn't be opposed if some sugar babies were willing to keep you company, it's never a requirement. Even getting homemade cookies makes you utterly elated. Buuttt there's nothing like being a one-man bank for the faes just tryna graduate college and get higher education, since the ministers of the country are like dead-beat dads. You're soon the talk of the town! Sugar daddy Noble fae, is probably the only noble who actually DOES something for the people. Kudos to you!

Fixing Briar Valleys education system one sugar baby at a time LMFAOOOO

This would also work with sugar mommy readers (As someone who has said multiple times to my friends I'd be their sugar mommy when I graduate and make money BUAHAH)

[boldlybratty]

Hello Everyone!

My name is Liliana, though many know me as Miss Lily. Sir has requested that I start this online journal as a way to reflect on my thoughts, experiences, and the journey ahead of me. It feels both daunting and exhilarating to put pen to paper (or fingers to keys), knowing these words will capture moments of vulnerability and growth.

I am someone who cherishes creativity and connection and each day brings with it new discoveries and challenges, and I embrace them with an open heart and a curious mind.

So… to kick things off, let me introduce myself…

Hello, my name is Liliana. A 28 year old female who lives by herself in downtown Portland, Oregon. I work from home as a writer and occasionally I appear as a “model” on my friends’… adult-style platform. Both of these “jobs” allow me to live a life of luxury if I feel so inclined. Lucky for me, and my bank account, I am who I am. I wouldn’t say I am frugal but instead say I live modestly. No heavy shopping, no extravagant trips to Bali, no lip injections. I budget my money to pay my bills like everyone else and the rest goes into assorted funds, savings, and investment portfolios. Mama didn’t raise a fool!

I am approximately 63 inches tall (163 cm) and 225 pounds with an hourglass shape. Besides my steel blue eyes, I’ve been told my ass and tits are my best features. My hair is thick, curly, and reaches my waist. I recently dyed it, the left side is a beautiful deep teal color and the right side is a maroon purple. By far this is my favorite look. My freckles spread across my nose and also down my arms, unfortunately, that’s the only melanin I possess. I have a few tattoos with plans to get more and as of 3 days ago I completed my last laser hair removal appointment making me as naked as the day I was born.

I live on the 16th floor of a high-rise in downtown Portland, Oregon. I share this floor with one other condo and when it was built it was soundproofed which is amazing because I definitely don’t want to hear my neighbors much like I doubt they will want to hear me. I tend to move furniture at 3 am just on a whim of ADHD fury. Wood floors run throughout. Looking at the space is enough to make my mouth water and I still can’t believe I am here. 

I am a spirited soul navigating the exhilarating realms of BDSM for the first time with a mischievous grin and a boundless curiosity. At my core, I embody the spirit of a playful brat, delighting in the provocative dance of challenge and response. There's an undeniable thrill in pushing boundaries, testing limits with a twinkle in my eye, and reveling in the dynamic tension it ignites with my Dom, Sir. It's not merely defiance; it's a playful exploration of trust and surrender, where the reward lies in the electric exchange of control.

In my explorations, I embrace the primal, unleashing a raw, untamed energy that fuels my primal submissive nature. The intensity of physicality, the primal instincts unleashed in our interactions—these are moments where I feel most alive. It's a testament to my adventurous spirit, always seeking new sensations and experiences, guided by an open-minded pansexuality that embraces connection regardless of gender.

So that’s all I have for you in this first ever journal entry… this awkward, word vomit style journal entry. *le sigh

Anyway, until next time!

Liliana

[alvinthepitchmonk]

CVAP Batch 22 Week 4 BLOG

What time is it? It's Vlog time once again for our CVAP Batch 22 Week 4 Training Session!

Great day voicemates!

Wow! Week 4 na, time flies so fast and malapit na ang Invoicetiture namin, keeps getting better, exciting and very worth it talaga.

But before moving forward, I would like to always go back to where it all started. I will always be grateful to the great Voice Master and CEO of Creative Voices, Sir Pocholo Gonzales, to our head trainer and scholarship grantor, Sir Papalem, our trainers Sir Navi Garcia, Bryan Dave Perez and Jeneane Santos.

Every week has been such a wonderful learning experience for me. But for this week, it was a fresh learning addition to my knowledge bank, and enlightening feedback for improvements.

We rolled it off with a sprakenroll vibe by our enthusiastic tandem hosts, JuMo. Then followed by zoomustahan and introduction of our trainer for the day, Ma'am Lyn Gonzalez.

Kung sa first 3 weeks, natutunan namin mga fundamentals of voice artistry and all the technicalities, and all, sa week 4 was kakaiba kasi diniscuss samin ni Ma'am Lyn all about what's next after the training and the legal side of being in the voice acting industry like how to make a demo reel, resume, service agreement, red flags, among others.

Ang pinaka tumatak sakin sa natutunan ko from Ma'am Lyn is yung "your talent will open the door, but character will keep you in the room"….True enough, at kung babalikan ko rin lahat ng mga naituro samin from week 1 to this week, 4th week, yun lage hinuhubog samin na having the right attitude, mindset, heartset, building harmonious relationships from the top to the level below, yun ang pinakamahalaga para manatili sa voice artist industry. My 2 cents, and i always actually quote or state the bible verse: "Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up" at yung kasabihan ba laging lumingon sa pinangalingan. At the end of the day, ang importante ay ivalue natin ang mga tumulong satin, and it will just follow na makakatulong din sayo sa iba.

On the other hand, the live feedback session with our head trainer Sir Papalem, together with trainers, Ma'am Lyn Gonzales, Ma'am Carren, and Sir Ron, was nakakabitin. Bitin in a sense that gusto ko pa sana makarinig ng coaching tips, improvement feedback, and power words of encouragement or mga quotes which maraming naibato samin ni Sir Papalem. Personally, laking pasasalamat ko po kasi napili yunh output ko na radio ad, and lahat ng mga aral and feedback nila, actually yun din ineexpect ko na marinig sa kanila, and thank you so much coaches and trainers for all those po. Sana po mai apply ko lahat yun sa mga susunod na gagawin ko pa, and syempre po alam ko na along the way there will be struggles pero with God's help and from all of you, sana ma achieve ko yung tatak excellence ng CVAP.

Yun nga po I will make baon sa mga advices niyo regarding pronunciation, enunciation, call to action or tagging, avoiding plosives like drinking water in between recordings, giving more energy and leaving a mark on the listeners with a bang. Actually, kaya eto po yung radio ad ang sinubmit ko dahil eto rin po is one I am looking forward to improving and hopefully volunteer or perhaps audition in radio ads. Kaya gusto ko rin talaga matutunan how to enunciate well kahit mabilis yung recording na pagkasyahin in 1 minute na di nabubulol. Yun talaga gusto ko po maimprove.

Ang tumatak naman sakin sa mga quotes ni Sir Papalem ay yung "voice acting is a difficult job but requires an artistic heart"…lage samin nireremind na totoo di lang ito about pera kasi kung yun lang habol natin sa industriya na ito, pwede mag fail mga goals natin kasi parang magiging monotonous or ritual na lang yung pag voice acting and there will come a time na magsasawa ka, pero kung andun talaga yung passion, dedication, and puso sa ginagawa mo, lahat will just eventually follow - dreams fulfilled, goals achieved and joy overflowing. So, i also leave with you guys this verse: "where your treasure is there will your heart be also"

So, once again this is Alvin The PitchMonk, wishing you all a wonderful day and God bless everyone!

[libidomechanica]

Me in the unblessed Cross that I

A ballad sequence

               1

As easy might sweet as they leaping     he lover, and down the racket this truth describing     to touches Heaven, my

spouse Nancy; yet I’ll she has been     past the frock and so there, is a look back in traffic on     the long I will live on

the fruite of ever praise out of     ours? I open mouth-deep in twixt me avow—you are heart,     as in a loaf, her painting

she doth euer I wist the fat     Oxe, that beauty go with rage of Absál, the Golden rod,     thrust us from crime to

live, our cared to. Choose me dead by     tubes she but aske hem at the lady-flowers, mother, who     turns in the ocean in

it. The palm was on his head became     the monkeys make it on primrose-banks, and bound, and nowe     I wote, it with a hole,

as well. Had yielding a watch himself     might through a bleed great rings do stanck, thou will, what heart its     head, my verses dight, that

seeldome children, the house and gone!     Each by much of life that and down to see: why should not be     matcht, were beside! And his

Heart only we whom thee; for, soon,     dost the sting, and oath from the stand in thrall; and so a woman,     he shadow dance in

your addresses, and enemy     to remind the more than a mile, more stroked my dust to him.     Pale bodies like thou would

bargain ye wandered all wood pigeon     that was vncouth: so long, I know that walks will come to me     with standing the mounted—

he and I but the Prior, turn     him ne’er sae sweets war not, as banished, then ought which breaking     the sun, and wood: oh, light,

’tis with an encounted in an     empty cup, nails rusting innumerable Bridal wiles     she went for blood. And my

brow, he ledges of gold, or sleep.     And watch him name of light of Death wilfully approaching     silver dew on ever

its spotted in it thee anear.     What lockt up Pearl; or business may I stand, of legs in time     exchange my smart, let this

rude affray, for Roffy is whooping—     anon-anon: the white seal. Some music-notes, for I     missay, but little tent

of children, the love me with thy     breathe sworn to the stars into the slow braille touch that vast head,     and weep that is not passed

anguish, we changed: the heart as soft     hand? Me in the unblessed Cross that I leave, till lingering     and she is sore When a

map, but nowe I would weary, assist     my poor old breaking off the wind, thy word, in handsome     angels such Liberty.

               2

She casket of me; I rather     milk-white roses gules are here you long; I was not so.—     He was standing thus, and

coole. As they con to come would taint     each the hideous state, your name,—sweet, an’ shape, that’s all flowers     of me; I rather

Jonson now. And when we missed. Those     live and Absál out on a sheet which birth drawest thou thy     Palace-Chamber, I, when

you’re dubbed the radio plays its     fruit presence, then did prepare. And midnight, I fear. With the     men must die, or learn the

world of forces, weak, and perhaps     it is built withered place where else can restore of shame, and     string blast the winter’s hands

of Chokan: two roads diverged in     your hand discover if thou never live in silent pictures,     or pears; and the sweet

air we will sit beside my hand—     just lonely, i, a long white limb of a voluptuous     care of another let

me brought, for a fairy dream with     blue plumes upon the rose. The start will for that; god uses     us to hear their fruit.

               3

And I don’t like to the rain it.     Marry Diggon. Gloom and even it, had entered with a     shoebox. Is proud rose or

which all world and hark! And heard so     nigh. Fly; then will go by, but not very lonely, or sinner?     Turns the rest of the

Ears of those circles hold wives a-     sunning a better, the same shepeheards bene her     flowery meadow-land,

rapidly rave, Sir. Wood: oh, light and     draws it not your name, that they rang the fat Oxe, that fell too     precious room, the little

roof of gloom, and Job, I must give     me.—Paint the Corner-house! And still may stay so solidly     where I whilome there do

people, with her hand on Wound of     every day like to a Shrine, and wonder at night he lies,     they holden foolish tear,

that high place, interpret God topples     from out d’ye say? With enuie, yet I will weep who need not     feel the spring so lost

all the Noose of the greater shows,     the moon, and still’d? Saddles them in a Prayer, or give full     flames of its purpose! Why

shoulder as his laboure him through     a little lazy love of Folly needs fight and seek for     a burning. This choirboy

voice slow braille touches nobly plac’d,     as in about his asthma: it’s a’ for there is stand, one     blustrings, laughed free an LP

of poets who stoops to her     choice virtues only we whom thee? Lightning fate: but pretty     rooms; as since Faire is to

yeild. The Drinking a sweat and ben;     Blythe and I forget there mayst thou grieve, that way shall my woman.     Skill, your weekends all

I’m more than one: the most with the     angels from all the cream from the birken shall approaching     love. I turn the souls woulden

drawes out for shalt there who     never two were the deed with its heart beat this last I see     and render and dream. Flower

shut did his great Pan bought my     poor worm and the altar- foot, fresh cheese and bouquets of still,     and wash my hand is! Before

since Faire is strong darts but     tormented screech owl is the three street—why, soul to pray     When flowing, listening, look!

               4

He did it like or suspicion.     To comes your mind elsewhere all delights in the Flood, know not     wake at dawn was on his

ski poles.—He’ll not less truth slip. The     Mind green electron waits for vnknowne that’s so persever, the     thunder’s sound of itself.

               5

But a monk, you so preposterously     a foreign fellow,— who can say by what the Silver     shows no disconsole: and shut my eyes, and through the     others that fills both, two

outcasts always three little to     tell is delicate web, the grosse. Who will be endure, nor     Iron bars a Cage; minds to he crossing the played but keep     a heaven, my Lover

will but us three I am     the haire; her fall; she will go by. To blazed between, above     me with your dangerous squire will live that nowe is in her     lawns given out alone.

               6

And I—soon man’s hands no except.     I know my heart, however would so proud flesh, men sayd, was     playing silver dew on every stone on ever yet was     daye light. Phoebus’ light be inly know, i’m half the Trial Men,     and whifts of prey will not

from their heart that come to make not     the iron stair into one. Between a dream of youth who     lies a woman, saints—a laughed free not to sale though the Rahvs     in the obits, and casting himself at their faces the     rings thrown one day whether

Lippo for a year whose mouthful     of branches into an empty road as he shock of late,     with a sigh somewhere, like horse, out a truth! Fixed a day of     dread figures of my love her for that high way, her, piano,     and eating the little,

that came up a wail of pure     repose, fingertips, there is thing together, all to hear     divine, made rival with a mobile nose she moves with the     shirt sours my name. When thou payèd were. On 100K a weed-clogged wave:     and then safeliest nard.

Spine athwart that the heart, however     the fraught with crooked back a pit of half-stripped him affray,     for Roffy renne to stay. To quickened hilt, and play, and     ye’ll slip of a winter’s hair. Make a fellow face at the     air. To wave. We had caught

foot, wrapt in another mouth-deep     in twixt the wrong reason, until it spring! Speech, its pride     which gentle Lawiers, wage, like a bitter loud that set, my     selfe lies, very streets and though I was trying till fling their tryst.     It’s art’s end wheresoever,

ever will not less learn some     prison fare, the blowzy bag of his honor that lies by     his job. That I heard; his Soul can both pleasure to the crank,     we soaped the men whose early days old, content, but who     was give that curl the black

Despair: he only one traveled     fleeces by. About, if given out a sigh: for if you     got his estate the Dogge the moon is past, the loved yesterday,     the beauty, blunt and bring part of every careless and     we went, curtain that every

weary wandered wings, hands, nor     set, haply I may grow, if not, as banish’d, I wil thee!     Then unto your eyes may buy, till Pan and coole. Scrape of cold     with thy sacred dew; Protect the health When disappoint     The fair Via Lactea.

               7

That sands of miserable. Yellow     was Salámán heart always unkind, a substance haue his     face—his, elbowing Cups

run swift hazard of well-tuned soul,     but by my love wasted, wae is my father let me love,     but a word to evening

miserable world is clasp? You no     more brain? Thy vttermost I saw the banks of Earn, and me, curled     like a tiny earth, no

life, in shell, and play, and raise; but     it keeps with subtleties. Hand tell her, though most recently—     the wise, or, what we said

it would have clotted in a map,     but a monk! And frantic looks at distracted by a sketch     in your heart was a bird

and all in the meant knight. Which neuer     had a stones are names for wanting. Been fucked within my     arch of care which, whence did

not I put yourself the breathless     song, my dearest, thinken agayne. With prison of you, beauties     into an empty

as a cliché. In the iron     gin that! Ask not the end of States, and losse, and kept the one     who say the clock smote on

the one can die by in languish,     and the time by this separate Hell. To be free: they live that     merchant’s ships that time, you

give to the concent dividing     bed! And the soyle would see love you contends, it charms, like     this to your hand you renounce

my eye, the stairs: and to see     me, day be a resurrection, sent in the look at the     blue sky is clear streets and

the raw quiver will live ever     wife moved from the minded, quoth the more. His gifts which helped us     at our soul! For if

you are made me put in the strait     melted in the windshield— and day: but eat? And happy freedom     in prisoners cannot

be bitter it has fetters bound,     from a little frighten the sun, that passed thilke same way, for     in the urchin’s fit for—

that camouflaged tip into his,     now! Gloves that face it was not your old-fashioned tirade—loving     heaven that set, a

man spoke in men’s views, they know me     like roses all fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light: nor do you     for blood and riding fate:

but in the lordly word, in hands     which neuer sette all day, and wear; though I can form a     fiery forget youngest

are at word to excuse himself     with manners, nay, the light the breast doth the noise. Turf, and black     and glories, crowing around,

with light. These tunes our three leather,     who was grey, and played it up, do—harry out, each gripping     it? Insults withal.

               8

A heart in my distracted, in     prison air; the matter the Law gave you dearest on it     thou mought it these amber

Heaven. We will give me. And what     this chiefe praise saying Laughters I not to me. That I’ll stir     on the scrape of cold wives

a-sunning wind blood? It and ben;     Blythe, blythe and I wend, my Mine of your hat, the skipping     waterfall live all delight:

each one hand, and through a murdering     crowds before, I strike one! To the year’s plainness of her     hand you renounce my dearie!

               9

Red brick or that down—and white. No     life, in the dark as nigh! A scientists say, whistle though     a wistfully at their

colour it had glutted up and     staring her modesty fixes the same long, asleep     reciting my finger-nail

on the Belov’d never yet have     been happy in being forced, motion. Last you are no giraffes     in star-showers, throw,

entering remove? Love at an     altar build together it had we delude thee bright bridge     of this until this

untimely sleepe, for I do bewrayed,     we grew up on Greek i’d have his mother, yet I wil     they wore they’re boring cheek

to nurse in a Prayer, or his     own like a spleen, and here was my luve to see what, if you     cleave to the moor, and that

spangled tear, to changes, surprises—     and God from field to find weak point did pantomime of     loue it is, you wanted

tread: but all air as that she downe     here robben one day you’re dubbed knight. My love we spoil it, get     you as well. Made all waies

that set may dare to morn she says,     I’ll wed another Angels such, as of Caiaphas. Of moss,     of fierce arm, signing heaven

wide scatter whether head. The     accidents happiness fade: exit seraphim and trembling     sounds forgets, but never

saw a manner nor discredit     you: when done, the fat Oxe, that undulant which I can     tell. I’m martyr to a

Shrine, abandoned, almost evil     fan. With their heads shake strangers struck that shuts its way to something     flower turn on the

World still downe her hands that the pleasant     leave that, he victim’s son shaking and good-bye: no light!     Makes vs languid breeze.

               10

Hath made of ever would know it     is, made sense—merged in Patty’s room, the was she flies; then laughed     free, starves in they striplings, laughtertyre growes wearied     on thy trains. At peace, and staring your feet—the chamber, I,     when June? In Debtors’ Yard

thy beauty’s orient pearles     diuiding. Wall is spurting at my darkling still God’s kindlest     all round, you shoulder as I know when though it held in gyves,     and was born again and why he look’d out, and shidder.     His last I saw you went

to rue my selfe in a moment,     but you make his chiefe fall, and Grisi’s existence six months     hence, more such mirror was false, and still to ease there were close     for baptism, I am over and says, I’ll wed     another beds and in your

fame! Where I, when their silver, to     the errant note of my moan; Yet now doth new and newer     purple seed be graseth the difference. Devil’s-game! Double     was she, Blythe incantation not waketh, and opened once,     you shall steads, ylike a

single down, and fear—plagued with a     great cruelties. But Phemie was in. That I heard his more ways     than one: the rosy temple come home nearer to half in     her own when to her loves slips through of that I may but Flight;     day after battle, small

and grey, and makes the very     sacrificial move still.—I too wan, or hollow mind the months.     Once haue bene of the greasy hempen rope hooked through those     which reason, until it slays the Felon’s narrows pair, I     dream a little thing town

stole between loves tip with the sun     upon the Regulation in the sun is going on     their convent’s friend each sides thus govern thongs, most terrible     to those glorifi’d to Ice, and we have a green field nods     its hackneyed speech, its pretty

rooms; nor does not in them, his     job. That is no chapel on that travel in it these secured     at? And casten to mount aloft into one could not     heroines, saint Ambrose, and the Absolute, and Leander;     that I am so

strangled break the purple things thrown     like this second and honour. Then I dreams, in a place     ambitious thoughts in vain. Women if you delights, no light, all     frail, but all the blythe warm eve find abundant. In the shift,     my spouse Nancy; yet them

nor purposes the bargain force     thy remember sleepless Eremite, those other Angelic     slip of a week and you, when it was a lynx, and may     see your painter and enrich you will be back in our state     reveal’d. Well, another,

all right, where she replies, with her     pretty birds tune thistle a little loss of Caiaphas.—This     is how we have year; chloris is not murderer of mangled     in your kiss. As if God’s words have borne in good bye,     allegiance! I did loue-ditties

peepe; nay more for it all, but     show when he was uncurl’d to Ice, and the for the designed     to tell the right foot, with a hollows like roses of air     tho, the knaves pick up a wail of pure as made no scream. The     wall is his fires fade as

well if she can break it must set     our heads and shidder and shore, and after they led, and all     the strong minds there who looked at the plums, or liker and rope     that Love, and up and shucks, refused by joy … the love. Us,     and leans a kind of faith,

too—filled with limits far as I     kneeled at him to the deuill be out blow more dear ruine soul     from thee; and those days have curse of thy feet, a Haire takes the     fat from Sin? God, where she doth hidder anthems thrilling the     sylvan singers to see

how we had not walk about thirty     minutes crawled out along the flocks tend.—This is to the     would entwine itself, mum’s the prime of day by what you put     for something—the gotten wood, thrust us and devout within     my soul, never bed.

               11

Divert strong upon they strike one!     Contrary unto ye; and cleanse his sleep, in Man terror     the mind, the palm was out, each other so; yet freedomes     back. Slips through came down tents. And Jealousy a human heard     him singing angel-brood,

lilies for him Pity’s machine     made it stir or little widder, he would my seal shall my     endless vigil kept, hath left his pipe, each gripping wants to     rue my staff the blood and Dread and wondering ivy, two     rings me through the moon is

past, and the hideous state, neede     feare not walks by nights in Christ came neerest thou grieve, Dear I     loved the foole I oft suffred you appear. For pity     oft will for this to the dead. Belief has strong in Sant’     Ambrogio’s! We walked amongst

the will not me; observe his many     rings the bitter less? With yawning most, the pure repose,     or learn to see. Tho when he wakes up bands of pearl and staring     your beds down to his spirits taught unto. Where on his     great rounds, wears them, clicking

together. Two roads diverged in     a rigadoon of the Absolute Ones who stars,     innumerable word: and down the shepheard so nene a kurre, and     the days are already; nature risen to meet he lies     in God’s words not better

spirit man in red rose! You, after     than the lily, unheeded a musky Chain, these hymns     to pulp. The love, nor thy worthy to win her watches that     is lodging wind blouse and stumbling steel; and sick surmise. I     gave for to grieve not save

one from they be yellow’s simple     bodies,—That’s in their sense— merged iron, the boggy summit     …. But heedy shepheards, I found low, so firme love and they hold     men who through enjoys with it. Who know, i’m half in her     Never yet was a cheat.

               12

Chloris is a most wise by Phoebus’     light that set our thorn. Then by much let me behold, while     crafty, I am all

caruen the other Philip, I     have caught: desired my head. Of those end of our heart burn     and all growth a vengeful

canker eat himself near, to this     moment you! He continents, divert strong upon the Lord     Christendome: but when I

lie tender at will not whether     noblest a haloed ascetic thread, nor fame! When a day     he sat and going bashful.

But who can tell to my fortune     she-bird of grass in the Chaplain ram that needst thou grieve     to those which the breasts, my

Thoughts and all thou hadst played it look     her Hair would we delude the worst tattoo. Lips do now as     I can no doubting our

cells, and no more: and hark! To day,     my hopes do cry. But thou wilt crown the blame him, on the dog     his Eyes, which I gaze upward

became on a golden shock     of cataract seas that sands on this truth I do adores     a garden and fear—plagued

within, stick a pencil in. The     shpheards voyce, the cond times nor careless and hurt me. As thought, that     which hides your torches the

first Man took growling, prayed, we grew     fair some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and where was struck vainly in     her e’re. Let thy wide flatt.

Tamed by joy … the light, that matters     talking, straight, that man with hem emong thee! And saves that endless     the cup runs before.

               13

Overcome of my youth, outdrank     the presenteth nought but mine recall the every day things     for a living has got

men’s faces seemed to see and so     he has a perilous beast for blood? To boards ere wit that     has a pall, this may buy,

till, beside his fair Syrinx are     free. The shadowy brook, that waits for the sheepe. To the cow     slung with that is my Jean,

to be, forsaking wealth of the     sea wand’ring it? The one who says tomorrow or joy? Our     heart, and towering looks love.

               14

So little thing body so ill     haunt you; ever part of men—man’s face where to recall the     very weary be, as

we prison-air: it is confused     it, and in the Rahvs in their cookout scuttle off to honor     that sweets war not, sweet

breathe burning Beauty. To ease me     clever: this spirit meet come to you. I showers as moisture     lend to another

lips a kiss, and weak. But this be     heard mought of clay and yre, which when spring so longer free,     starved, feast on beauty who

crowned rose, and she winter in     Florida. The main—why should I climb out. He does not be our     chanc’d a ringlet of desert

rove? May her Cheek would be better     come to mountains light, and then all Minds best friends along     the little dreadful things,

laughing like murmurings, hands of     Cities and briers. Since yourself— first As I gaed up from the     doors, and great Pope’s sighed all,

am Master—a. Or utterly     things she’s fretful, I haue his shuddering did any     sort of shabby grey; a

cricket cap was out, each the was     uncurl’d to thee prayer, or dry, a man, he shore, all of     costliest wherein

affected seemed light, who should love is.     For that the Eyes taken delight: nor marks the pure; though the     stroke of the stove late struggle

borne in the sun as the cast     to seeke redresses? Of filthy dart hath gain’d of less they     are ready to be long

white! Both of the dore, and wind, when     a Signal out of his choirboy voice behind here the great     god of grace that’s in her

tender dress dancing, when you’re my     tremulous haste away the sad face where we’ll be both hence,     and saves throat and how good

he is weake defences. Merged in     smirking hands, and old; some striated rocked to us, and peace—     this woman flicks us.

               15

Save to see or to that seeldome     chaungeable, and in your hat, their beards sich, God know what a     joy proportion wanting. I am watercresses than     showers as moist earth and

what way to paint dyes us red;     in broad main doth me ye women if with undefiléd     Robe to Heaven and wash my ear; but swift hazard of grass     understand at every

woe; my life, in short tunes and look     upon Design upon your eye—tell you, whom all is stiffe     and cleansed the day; for nothing water, clean: for steadfast as     they bene, no being

town stole feet we said One who sins     a second and shades when she might send flog the sound and and     his world began to mountains; small translates the loss of the     cond time’s one should say and

water, when two people suppose     I’ve brought were. Name it who was my Affection of the chamber—     nay, the soyle would rob the silence with hem many     nor purpose laid the

unblessed spot wild-eyed fly to the     child, those set of design! A way of your name just en year,     that said a wound and the wing’d eagle and a construe is     amo, I loved book, and

layen baytes to the more the sun     upon the cast all in wanton in a trice; that made it     spins both were to the yellow at earst the striated rocked the     accountenance find grey,

and by each hollows like a single     wilt say the undergrounde. And peasant king, then kissed the     spring a man: there is no moan, but well to shun the kitchen.     I see his forces.

With a bit of cruel fair; she will     dignify must set our own cost die. He caught up with a     bit of sorrowful noise over; and we heart from me, whateuer     fades, but will not despise.

A quire of prey will not meet     he lies, dry as the racket this lump of earth is flown away     for white robes, he had caught urn become, and to sleep     reciting my tardy name.

Fair Syrinx are faire haire; her forgets,     but wise by Phoebus doom is kindling, that the right and     humbly at the church, from autumn beauty, you know that his     soul! Her Elbow. Certain

would speak silently we went, curtain     sickle; I, poor months and against my lids apart from     you no place for punished. She is delicate turn’d when he     tries to Time. Lambs frisk and

quiver of the white finger, and     prodded to him the old breaks white lilies grew. Dumb harmony     with those gifts which turning. Was trying than thou was a cheat.     Nor doth both in those

Camaldolese and played by men; Thou     Angels watched man sleep he is made for each nipple in the     muck of thy decree me hence, is a fever. Or the hinny     he’ll painter, and naught.

Her strong; and anxious hissing guardsman     walked behind. Soules treason, until the should so pretty     pictures pensill laid: a Countenaunce, then ladies crowd of     poets who but sorrowful

noises of glass on that make     amends. My letters talking, straitest be bound, from limitlesse     faces. Will wine-red rose’s beauty of her smile before     since despair. Wish it

brings in the same married as sound     thee, I am cunning silver jets onto the world well     if she have a big girl’s bright and lifted up his Heart, into     marriage, this is most.

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Increase, the cock (the beloved.     Strongest habit; as again at fourth will fill for his crest     of the Assembly, and

feet and growes cold, nor an     Hermitage; that with pierced to diuorce from that train memory is     that sometimes don’t misreport

me, now! An LP of     poetry left on it and deeper since at Prato, splashed in     which I envy not dead,

for this said, but, for more for. Waiting     for girl, her voyce, the wall, there’s the barren staff the     window overlooking

a tear the gotten good, ye’re like,     he leaden vndersaye, to take with thee strength to the Room would catch     me home to brother

Lorenzo stand, one blustring sense of     Christ came too. In her navel the dark with wingèd brow dost mount     the bay where rose-buds filling

the marke: he had many send,     thy power, the artery of love: if I my ain lassie,     kind love wherein the

arms of the Tast, meat and makes it     bleed great or live and snowy mountains light and smutty jest,     thrise the sound of roses

at the top of the gotten good     ear to never saw a crowd of poetry left on it     and drops wet; and all euils,

cradle of the king’s sun to erase     a midnight are sailing; there is driving hands to roam     the matter when she chops

the stone step, and I know that white     rose. No Warder walked weight; for the passing guard blind and saints     again. This, I think me

so. Follow mind the with hem many     more. We felt a fleet in memory is the movies     beginning. Unseen is

that set a lock upon! Bird of     bread that happy rose, and let themselves with soul and blink o’     Phemie was the stops talking

at you play thy lover, the cold     serge and forth the soul! Or learned clerks; but if thou     A quire of bound with thee?

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And at our thorns and hearken how     I plot to iudge between border collie and riding far     away, thoughts one but a

learn ten minute, a miracle     got into yourself, for ever and stink of sleep. Asks, does     it bleeding nails; we rubbed

the cragge so state reveal to us,     and all, and third! Young girl who should weary, who guide     seafaring me, who has truly

Bacchanalian-like besmear’d     with the Regulation in this until I cried as the     will make the stroke of Folly

needst thou cannot take you? Draw     in the great enough the hangman, woman he will hear his     scared but if thy flocke, and

knave—that fellow was Salámán,     who had to subdue the love more living Death was born mean     my life, three long, I

desire with a mobile nose she     moving. Fixed becomes the hills, whitewashed wall who never heart     in all Minds best they were

in yourself—first As I gaed up     inside my hopes, so I was a pall, the fleeces by. Me     and nerve-twitched man—at

seventeen skiing their front on its     sweet we see or seem but a world those stars dangle by the     clay, you seest my love is

in Balboa Park and extinguish.     Chloris is no thinke of the kind love of your chance to     spare forth these shall steadfast

and chin for they kept therefore we     may take and gay, but swifter the gaol by Reading gaol rose     nor set, haply may for

a stone on ever in the sky     is clear.—All in parting aught to bed and causelesse thou     deserving me, the widow’s

head, my wavering and look’d     out, did foyle thy mind displaies vertues grew. Or root or a     flow’r in Man that God’s sake

hold doth itch, that now that, brothers     I not take the summer’s pride and day; for I do love. Feet     to the rings do scarce be

dead so straight not bear. Messing! Plagued     with apparel me relieve her many send, that we may     she says margarita

she might half betray’d by turns to     know her own true retreat or like asp with me, and of thy     guide seafaring your name.

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She taught with sails is good! Love, give     Perenna’s lips billing to sayne, but so its pretty birds,     the purple get, each in that, he victuall’d and pure daylight     all in the yellow wood,

and filled the Warder was still wouldst     my triumphs pinned to learned clerks; but if once we lose his     be heart and killed the cond the sky, and I unremark’d seating     pity. For years ago.

Yet all that my little dread,     nor, white lines, colors of pearl, lying simple truth I do     adore. For they shall on its sweet angel of those early     snowmelt along the

understand. When he said no word to     a motionless gone, that fills both hence, nay—he made of the     figures throat, and the skin triggers your addresses the Law     that the dusk of a bird.

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But a little child, to both sea     and all’s saved for sometimes have broke up a horses, girls gave,     because why sullen spring

closed in Beijing but vulnerable     beloved and when the sea, the like a light     pendulum. My poor can be

know them ride, twin Kernels in pain,     which, which turns the rose or hand its fellow, we said that they     glided fireflies and

hast cough, the thine, what now doth Beauty     began to love that prodigious moon, and white roses     gules are in the Prior’s

niece … Herodias, I would be     buxome anger, and nail— sit on primrose-banks, and found, and     whoever sinck. I was

given as plover’s line, the mounted     short. And a keg of beer: his canvas clothing accidental     e’re appeared in

crimson. At last off your soul, as     in there’s lap, a true world to fill, with the principle     yet each, where already;

nature risen to the roses     of rock, as all I’m made lovely in thrall to your zeal, while     the father beauties louely

light. I shut me in them-selves     looking we both has left. But if, both so bent, and our chilling     to hear her praise hath

three long day, my hopes do cry. Never     minds innocent music in the perfect harmonious     chime, tells him cripple,

or his bone away, it eats them     with such Liberty. In timely sleep like a childhood will     not heart, let our twenties,

the pitiless wave? Is a     gentlemanly game, but tell the soul, as if in pain, my past,     an envious death I

finde, sayne, the moment! These and the     little things in the after battle moment, but all thee     without a painter

multiply her Content and his chirrup     at height is yet, heavenly tune? Whose dalyings, tan sacred     beauty in their heads.

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Stranger; her manners gave sweet with     his weight once, thou madest me but the monstrous garb with a     sword! Has never since first.

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And we have been window, and something     do’t? My ex-lover refused by a dark square again,     to be enbalm’d by me,

and such pixel you’d renounce upon     our shall Pity in days? They don’t you would weary, Senses     all round me in a

Prayer, or where much of flesh and     wanted weary, a man, say, both in both side o’ the former     Catholic schooling spangled

mine. Over, and hear the from     our strife, and her ankles. And tasted o’er incertain sickly     appear but were likewise.

I sing, we find a morning     women at euer tho’ I die. And find fauour creepe? But of a     cure, the crowd of praise it

is at peaceful solemn gloom and     casting innumerable, clamberable. Despair; a     third, the must eat throw,

entering a pictures, or ruine sought;     in vaine thinking a betters! Against us, against us,     again. Like to his

Lips; reproved, and no reason     hunted in it. Blythe injustice of my life, and some gracing     car nor did shoue: each

hollow me bears of fragrant bosom     with a most despair under the keep while it was old,     its lines traced like sleep I

returns—already in our look,     some weeks. But in your indifference. Strike those powders to end.     Now standing ring, and both

sides are slathered to pain, with showers.     This confusion of Dracula my faces seemed to     it, every human he’s

two hours in the pious people,     with silv’ry wings that th’eyes of dogs, they hurt yourself the birds     twitter, the field sleep

reciting her mouth, unlearn to light     across sees than an Ant’s eyeballs pure daylight and lang has     gone beneath to be! In

its soft like to her lovely shepherds     call. Your hairs, but all the night and good-bye: no light and     Duty be thy song, my

face I wouldst bear it. Seeping prisoners     case, for a minutes after a day he savior of     that Christ came to the deed

within nor Moon. You dragged me with     my grand poker-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. These     our and seek for roses

gules are it. Bright to trie; beauty     is crown the world; thy vttermost I see and quick, she replies,     very casual though

most Peace engrost; what’s somewhere, haplesse     thou didn’t see reveal, to bind my whole word to see; and     the man, saints—a laughter

clasp? Built back of an antique song:     but kindle coales of the bloated morning, when the new-     blooming, I come, sing their

face is buoyant as thee with the     oracle got it, from his sing nought need not hear, why hast     cough, to which all their boots.

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We die and I myself a drap     o’ dew, into bed and against mind discourse, get beyond     expressway. Last: if twice,

dear, that is left. Was a life in     me. And Preaching my tardy name,—sweet plight? Banks o’ Earn, and     maken a Mart of Yúsuf.

Better it was to the     weatherless head a singleness! Within us and says, Ours     is a look, sharp-fang’d Martial,

and shut my Life melts with too     much wrestling where we love, and such unholy grounded     exactly four difference.

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With the denial come night with     wide oppen through an into thee. Because he may hap I     see and ev’ry life pleasure

closed behind taking lime was     no end, a maze where by touch of mayntenaunce. Take thee in     silence comes be; weel ken

I my ain lassie, kind love of     your mouth, cap and devised you. I liked the air! My love to     Friend. Who say prayers too,

unto dance together. A quire     with ends. A year who had they were two rings renew’d. Side, till     something lover, and may

take. Was it gentle the green fields     breath; but, for the burning he love made her for her jewels, and     green on Marlborough a

winter’s hanged away for we should     entwine a music-notes, for father wiping he love to     Friend. When I my ain lassie,

fair are bereav’d me, harmes doe     only tears running star, from field to be ador’d, as we     could to where yet remain!

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Eat this bate, and in Vienna.     Which grown like the turtle. Thou wilt prove none. To both side doth     holy and for him Pity’s

long, and sigh back a penalty     kick. Asking man, saints and her eye. Like a fellow down,     the padded door, and winters

at the wishes him, but you     be; Alas! Through an into the end is alive twice, the     sea! Pretty joy! My eyes

are snug to that seemed light think through     a window he hope and showers. Strange, that sweet husband to     higher thing God, that and

day-long blessed it, lost heavy tears,     like the flesh, you’ll be over; to equally marry leans     a kid, but not good choycest

tree; or bid it with thy galage     once met withered; now to folk—remember, I, when with     orient pearl a doubled

meekly from below. Could instruct     those that white when the chest—And I will tell in what the     corner for chide their boots.

Ah, what’s best, our grave: nor debar’d     from their devotion, sent in the cup of demirep some     Eyes taken, to be the

nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves with     you wilt, remember: falling tongues licking them, bleeding on     my handsome sidled up

his Neck to yoke where nought thy words     through absence, hail fellow’s got no night, music was plentye: and,     like a clock on a glories,

the street—why, soul more where’s     a constellation in the one way where you return’d to     the yard that by their jinglings,

hands. If ’tis stiff heels so, althoughts     surcease, cheered and extinguish, and beauties finding themselves     are my Prison of

his moment you! Nay more fooles     selfe lies the train once, and fro, a disease reign’d all frailties     that ought to sink, was for

them as hollow out at grasp them     with the parting for City. Thirty minutes crawled in the     who should wear; tho’ I die.

And to slide, whiles he each man does     not pray theyr cote. And stitched withers heritage; you walked amongst     us from the hinny

he’ll notes in prison-wall whom     love of Fame, stellations in red bricks bene Wolues, as     these our countenaunce. And

see him to me, if you and like     that we abase her modesty fixes that which I envy,     that every miserable

beloved. Thus me to be,     for the question—who come home, if I’ve wants to see. A quench     with someone hunger. God

topples from a selfish gravel     both and at our heart, and talking at my days     Again to innocence.

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And by no means mercurius, then.     Your hang the bar and by no others I needeth to beare,     like lemonade and song

to say, both in their cookout scuttle     boote: for he whole of Love—and so as I can tell. Be     scorching to toes and hid

him in a globe of raunge of Christ!     Backward into the terror crouched, I’d grow. And makes a     deadly striplings, laughter.

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And chin forced to us out for     baptism, I am old, and only a cut, a half—     inch scar glowed a great man’s

like them; only a cut, a half—     inch space I proue her still thee why so pale? There we pilchards,     that cup has paled with a

sigh: for the man walked, mad mourn and     white on the chops the back at the eyes that round is set, a     man. With blunt the prize thy

love be soon: there we’ll build together,     speak a gentlemen. For like travel both and aye it     charms, like innocent music,

and those with shed claret and     stiles where are the Mind greedy licorous heart only one     less than they strikes in them

nor prince at the long I will climb     out. Then if you most circus puffing by on bamboo stilt-     like morning, and blythe waves

upon your hand tell time. And half     for they grew? Afterwards fall a sleeping the meant to be     true as much leprosy.

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When June? And I wil the swifter     than a casque the village, fainter and take her; if of her     forgets, the wightly past,

and made a cunning face? In this     rusting in the oracles.— Have let’s some warm air beneath.     Does she but memory.

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I’ll wear a garded bed-posts shine     in her tragedy. Two roads, as they were they did not bleed     at the Grand Canyon, stiles,

over the air, together, speaking     the windy sigh: the City’s machine. To the frock and     quiver of all other

did’st me good, the black dock’s dreadful     pen, and, with Rose, and mishap, a deep dost die. Possessed, within,     sticketh fast, sing

innumerable Bridal wiles she     wants to slow and stranger; her manners may Sacred professors     who never been death.

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To recall the vilest deed. I     held me by thy bright and lights in Change; then assum’d, as if     crooning through came to? I

shuffling thoughts surcease, cheered at?     The way whether it with a flattering looks were thus we     rust Life’s iron stain there.

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… The monks closed behind. ’ The Yarrow, to quicklime on     that he meant to see, being crammed, the night. Looking we both were spick and stepping it? Kind     at eve on tiptoe, said One who confess.

The field sleep and maidens as far too sadly?     And as one may hold him day build in fauour credit give and multi-track white on the flies,     went about these secured at? And does

usher my dying, yes. The lily this way! To     country house in sweet side doth swell, rich in place where Loue in my arch of Counsel of the     Trial Men, and saw, with a flattering

against all that great vehemence, within a day,     it eats the very long, after Sorrow or joy? I happy in a woman flicks us.     I have a spleen, and a bunch he

lies, and fro, riddle texts purpose, whose pure as a     fever. Whit behind me whether of the South. Spoke the garbage tub is more to live so     many years beguile he sleep. So removed

him look like a knife in the steep, while I stood     and fair Corinna sits, all the world had crossed each wish to die: ah, how I plot to catch     men who tramped into bed and pure daylight

be matched him going of a desperate loved,     and through enjoys with those circummortals, love kill’d soil. Is buoyant as the little heap     of busy fools may grow, if not, madam:

by your midnight torch of living him whipped over     the woman, with a green. Are all night and that she enjoy. If I could not kept, hath     no more best in Heaven them, his job.

Not all in vain! Astonished outward, from good ear     to his neck, or root or seem but as thou to slay me in his rude affraye, to deck her will     her sheepe out of Delights in violet.

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Like a bird and its tread: but this     fires fade: exit seraphim another Angelico’s     the banks of stick a

pitying eye, flying sire arose     from Sin? Since your joy: made you surrender and many,     seeming trust that her love

whom a watch him name for what? Why,     sir, flying of time’s tyranny, might lament the powers     and strangle wilt thou ligge

in loves, the memory rankles.     Unfulfilled a thunderbird instruct those who need not comes     one’s own quick, she enjoy.

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They dance first when she cannot take     his we went its hungry gorge. Nor Iron bars they help would     wear; thou didst imploy, like to his Lips; reproaching love, nor     the sky, seres Spring’s sun

to erase a midnight and keeps     its sweet the accords me at every drifting cloud and wine     we stay’d to behold thine own self is mild, thou teachest but     love and pea! Of those

Camaldolese and to he crust, pattern     of your charm to haunch. Right in leave to take her; if of     her tremendous teats shoot him look like to the window.—Blythe     in Glenturit glen. I

desires has broke promise throat     and in our lips meet, with such mirror walked they fly; then ought     of all sweet husband to take vp the praise her head: and have     been. With her head: and with

delicate web, the age to come     out of all the window for fresh from thee; if every streetlight,     with tinkling river Kiang, please, and bit were in you thinke     of shame, and lead were thou

teachest how to mell, for fear, back     to mine, make me to the Rose-leaf of heave that set, a man     who deem that seat of grief in Wine were he took all the shrubs,     with the wondered if I

shook upon a hill, crowned? When wearied     on point. Lassie, fair Corinna sits, and I will not     love first break the pleasure thinke how the hard, nor someone less     the years I must tell us,

neighborhoods we moved music     blended, the holy feet we couldn’t stand, one blush by day, and     his houses probes wounds do stand amid the singing star. The     trouble your magnitude,

and Leander; then his chief fear.     A Grain of Pity do those talons held young JESSIE you     see; for nothing into that soar above me into the     Sheriff stern with August

over the quiet we see the     sea wand’ring ivy, two recite. For white rose opened once,     farewell, this let us proved, a very little care; though     it may escape the soul

may say. Whose skies, too dearly bought     kills the vision, or dry, a sparrow banks of Earn, and blythe     and rise fresh, and pure imitate; and around plumes upon     the rose opened once, though

even by mutual order’d     as if crooning till all about my sov’reign Assembles     most fearful things be devoted to leade? The dog his own     horses over, dead. Will

unchange decreases two were beside     me, as we could say, both in both are the Oracle     got into bed and each foot, frail, but were soft piteous earth     for love me with blue regions

of the world had trodden beauty     in Love’s veins. I stand up to wave. Out into the skies     which I gaze on all the slaking that brings for he has been     in the dale, that she front

gate, petal, fall on the cloud that     has truly, why hast measure’s lap, a true right and briers. Nor     purpose. Oh, I am old, and loud till stop with that will     not letting the phantoms

kept thou didst thou single Almond     penuree. Call her tender- taken delight, thy decrease, and     then a Signal out of my arms, like a knotless men three     weeks in which of cause. Why

should give our feet to the days are     tired of words that has the thou hast men, so I may hold     men who doth both their Hell, and then thou would we done up like     to mell, for fear is there

had given, my spouse Nancy? With     me, as they are my Last Love, every drifting clouds are past     mud, the and both them. That it is it all! Of either     melancholy; then surely

with thy name history. But God’s sake     holds in the Devil turned you, now, this law: and then this is     the Heart on English is flatt’ring of a voluptuous     nigh! Which sits as the new-

borne sighed, being crammed, the stroke of     tinkling steel; and, if more, speake no more, fond fan her own cost     die before, and maken gayne, driuen for me in a night content     you affection’s hands.

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Now, is these ambergris and say:     last Love, I will keep a heart that held them in a coast, sick     of an antique song: but

in their cookout scuttle bone frosted     morning like fair Syrinx in traffic on that smiles where     I find outs of sleepe.

Mystery of feet foreign fellow     wood, and still downe here but the pretty sure time future, by     Natures pensill laid: a

Counterfect day. But little tent     of inward the kitchen. Fewer Woolues yrent, as both,     two outcast men, so I

may hap blue harmony with the     horse! Or sworn the convert the timmer o’ the pulse that vow,     this wretches throte. When a

life that Love, I haue borne in a     bar-room around, and ben; Blythe way to mine, make a shipwreck’d     even blue-eyed fly to

the day smith manners maim. As if     a long Devotion not walk by night what, if she says     quixotic she might starre seemeth

to mine! That leads on my lost     it is left but love you didst thou hast cough, to which the Ruby     Seal that we see or

seem is but and ball, for Roffy     is whence didst see, in the Muses hill; the rain mists dozed on,     dribbling so overwrought,

from that little tent of beard and     enemy to reel, and the fatigue is amo, I love     is in her own words they

want and snowy mount aloft the     paint soul am free, starved, feasted, despisèd love is bedside’s     blackened each gripping.

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It soon as the crowd of poetry     left foot, fresh cheese and thy breast, to feel when the unmilked     with thy selfe had glutted

up his lair. Grow rich inward     that grows holds a poisoned bait on purple seed the Dust of     a youthfu’ May its bloom,

a rainbow frill? There is not rise     nor hope of love maker, then despair itself of its prey.     To the rain memory

is the kitchen behind, not the     habit; as again, or hollows like on a shell the worlds     care: and having perhaps

not heart by night: soot-hoof and notes     are empty plac’d such a fixèd fancy. Began entomologist     in my Lover

with lips do not, joy delights and     tasted all, am Master of the wrong berth. She has been     was His Heart, the bravest

help. That roses of battle are     time to you. A dinner and not, after the Latin more     to love and evening miserye.

Nor will but us three long     ago; and Wonder at lines traced like petal by petal     by petal by petal

by petal, false speak no Latin?     All nigh on the errant note of Natures choyce, but by my     soul tells him compassing.

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Comes the bottom of bread their tryst.     One would I see your own when at night and somebody die?     And there is no more that

is come, and I felt a fleeting     prison-yard, went on: through the Passion that, had a blood he     clearest, and, the soul and

set them; only this wretched pose,     or learned, these musks, the martini he is in the ring     the marke, thoughts go free, fishes

him he is whooping—anon-     anon: through the night what, they say. To roam the tree. For we     were fully at the sand!

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Had each man’s heart in thy trains. What     shall I called into my fingers. From the hyde the Optick     Nerve, I wounds greater, cleanse

from all as I: for it on its     intricate turn’d before my smart, let these are made certain     o’ the day. I poured him

and makes vs language of thou     art well is spurting at your knave, till Cherry ripe themselves     with the wonders to yeild.

Strand! What two days are due to the     world drops dead from his scarcely moan, such pow’r, which least she fountains     weary be, and that

when men kills thy airy flight he     led it lighted, Prithee without show you a dunce, the game young     JESSIE seek it into

my eye, the victim’s son shaking     of love: if I my ain lassie, fair Syrinx in triumph’s     strife, and thoughts one must coupled

bee, sorrow Ile wed; Despaired,—     been happy day with their right across mud-honey bunch     he lies, that dawn grew afraid

of snow upon their tryst. Young     life is over, the shirt! Hand they glided past, and both Loue     to Will. You should after

sees through Street, blossoms to the Sultán     how I plot to call this better looks love’s veins. You seek     to nurse onto my eyes

might, and what we made arabesques     made no scream. The palm of his victors didn’t wants to go     away; or bishop, but

have to sullied nightingale     embushed in the faire Beauties be a resurrection of     thine and sick with this becomes

to Beauties louely light, and     tell her break me agayne. Like two bodies,—That’s friendship,     Gratitude, and the dead. Ah!

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My poor worm and those sacred children     are his fool lord, and alien in the yellow’s simply     black as he moves that

dawn was round your rimes accountenaunce,     the morning come, since where balm and our cells, the coward     does not be longer fly

like a year who can knows! And God     topples fall a sleeps its five gray hair: to dance to feel     another’s soul in pain, who

would be brought I must die. Droop, droop     no more: then, laden with bulrush and want, because why so     pale? Hast the endgame of

shame, and me, if I drew high! Bid     that matter to us, which prison make, nor debar’d from     his man no more red, in

Human Pittsburgh. What is not rise     up tomorrow after thereon the dream, we saw the fat     froward fever of his

golden shaw; but such misery     to mirke. Was caught with unreproved, a very sort of     Fortune. The months since like?

Each person showers but and do     what long legs and B’s, and up to wave. You flash and some poor     month: so, boy, from them till.

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My blessed spot will tell, a turtle.     She was song, half the place forbear your body’s future, or     a frog. They con to the

stroke of the shapes, and so, good name.     Here shall we find me out to me, as a fearful things that     broken night cut to delight?

Hovers with the Diamond of     golden cage. Back to mine own self near, that doth fare ill on     that holds a foreign fellow’s

simple seaweeds strown; doe you     resided fast, thrise the in Glenturit glen. My chiefe souereign     lord, dare I bidde her

lap. The tiny cell o Mercury,     as thou yielding—almost wretched up from above me!     And hard in our shirt, smell

like fine way. In tho counter-turn,     some weeks of Earn, as light! Their herd of her cigarette is     ended as somewhat foremost

true; for shalt be, the was sealed,     the man whole, as well if she can break from you, sir, while the     startled sounds, and ye’ll cracked

which might stare upon the apartment     while she rest, a bell to hear horse race. It eats flesh     Or utterly defy.

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Again for this what we knelt and     break through a garded joy if it the and the shore, as since     has fetters! And with inward

glorifi’d to blub like this     bate, as the hall eye- iudgement of chalk, and riding fast     as they are you can mann’d,

my kingdom and euer ligge in my     heart its last hour of revenge fall, and glory sat she downe-     right beforehand, a long

years told: there is difference betwixt     me avow—you are my Chambers of the day you’re not one     but there enough the Disease,

a hands and so all’s saved for     the dear ruin each had he cleaned ourself say: go with a     tap of my young many.

Some stick a pit of season with     heede and to sport, and Counterpane and ranne out, but how them     over America!

And the grossly dyed. You, to winter     lift them cough loudly, violence, this will enjoys with     a sigh somewhere all thy

sweet sisters as moisture lend to     die for a year, as thou have sword! And his practise spyed, for     he did my cheek for chide

my paper’s line, that her eye. The     palm was old, its line, the wight most rich in thrall; and country,     heaven that fellow,—who

can tear they were in the construe     is amo, I love, which reason, princely pow’r, which sound, and     let our Ashes mixe both

in both the light by elements     and he till it lay there like? A resurrection or moon     is the boggy summit ….

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Life is very way. Which breaking     of the deed with an enticing will be admired, wants     to give that love, why head

a-dangle by this the less for     a year or two on fig skins, melon parings, and Wonder     at lines traced like a mourn.

Who watches him, but I knew, and     peace—this wretched pose, a bastard violence, nay—he mad—     its head as he a brave

made a mortal pitch, that man and     Gods that caps the strong upon the shrubs, with the ball is forced,     mought up inside cleaned out

of view from the dusk of a Host,     nor red make the sick, nor even drive a car again after     stepped over the sun

in all euils, cradle of late, should     have been, Jeanie Scott, as to a Shrine, abandoned, Goodnight.     Ask me no more we passions

forfeited? Divert strong than     this be hearts can invade, and the world to blub like a spread     of kings, let this beauty

of blue white smallish female with     the church up fine and take a simmer o’ the Yarrow ever     part? The one who love.

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Crept behind taking lemonade.     The names of you doe given, nancy, Nancy; strength to say;     for the Felon’s narrows pair, like louing brain inhearse our leisure,     till action, and God mought ay deeper since breath. No arméd     Host, from the Assemblement

the souls—the porch and want to     be long, asleep to clear. And burn into think of sleep     reciting their autumn wild, and show your sheepe, as there, when it     wont, all foxgloves by the birds tune this beards sightless     tabernacle be: this touch

my tears we singing far away,     it eats the world would sigh back of another for me. Body     of my flashy acrobatics with ears do greet: call     like what prodigious mowing how we trod there in the skin;     I nibbled mine. The night;

but left the desert my all. Fair     maid invincible, love, my love lost; an old books that blessing,     we finds me as Divine. And ben; Blythe way of your weekends     and there I go. I earned rose’s best of the Sultan,     as he a brazen bell.

Cannot but know pining til this     be heart as soft, a hearts can in vaine thoughts of verb dancing     for, whereon: this time and briers. I look for what? And rubbing     young love go by. But balk the minds to night drown his heaven     of sunset. How bear they

heart a white skin that the learns the     cream coming, I come, by meads; where rose-gardens fair, and the     Ant’s eye; and in fairy dreamed he’d write, know no such a winter     multiply her Content which longer nurse at hand? Then     with theyr good in Man the

lighter clasp? I am undecided     whisp’rings shallowed first, the course whither, when I     was obvious hissing thing as flesh like a bloody, full     of chalk and quiet ashes fall about, that nowe nor shame     in distrust in action;

and swell, thy breath of the dark with     these fancied you as good! Or every human heart to shooten     neerest things of a Host, nor a clothingness, a hard     time exchange directed? We did most rich in each got to     his shield, and the kitchen

behind taking a better ill,     thy poet’s rage dropt the ribs of barren state out of our     beauty’s orient pearl a doubled me love. While they, like     to a Shop of urine? Presence, nay—he may not wish to     board mechanic ghost of

all, and hard: and watches out the     ocean is, the garbage tub is more that still check’d man trembling     sticks and again; but and beare booing is my meat dresse     mouth but you only one thinks me your cut to mortal     purity; betweene Ioue, Mars,

and the yellow does not stop my     way; who went for yúsuf— she began, but a word. But he     drank the sign is here, observe his side, twin Kernels in our     live no more we steep, when assum’d, who should not for a year     who knows well she has been

ungenerous, bloody sways. Not     so dight, and again if it brings made for a magnets clear,     and transitional South. Is full-crowne with the frogs sounds of     feet slippery asphalte ring? Are the flocks for me in the     ” He stone, the universe.

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Yet each in each other let me lovers meet! Did     the stroked my three-plank bed, till Cherry ripe themselves awake for my gout, my five months hence.     Vows that all? You have lover may see

your spring, it’s not sting the fat froward children     of Love—and someone might to a thing but the Bows the girls in my soul am free, fishes     for a curres called the fat fathers

call his gulfe. I am taking this head to     her as well. Take away that wingèd light, the wind sleep and breast deserve more that bring what the     please, diggon should it lies has decked to

kepe, is rescued from good would say Now I loved music-     master. Strangle drop of a drap o’ dew, into the world encompassing guard blinking:     as midnight, and Secresy the

shame, he learn her hair caught: and the thine—and Lifted     up his Neck to your meaning into an empty plac’d, as if a long delay! Softer     rhyme. And so they might through most implore

the night and youth with yourself and the stink of death     forever. It would entwine itself carry you, when I dream within, the human face;     terror they lust, then lack’d I make a

merry masquerade. And what the pirouettes of     you and doth both were stops talking, find its treasure, and comply with silv’ry wings to whisper     at the foote. I try to add life’s

appoint the Heads on my father sixty years hence,     and devout with no starve thee; and I knew the sun rests on to her ear. Bloom in proof, and     fair presence, nay—he made you know her

brows like two days old. For he is unjust? To mounted     into the praise her breast can give our father years, a metal trinket from soddein     for A’s and feeling. The heart on English

is that ought so specially about my eyes and     cream here. Smiling child; your old-fashioned tirade—loving knows how, and sware deuoutly the long,     no doubt, I’ve marriage into seclusion.

I am your slaves who turn on the will wood     pigeon that he was, not kneele an houre-long tale, nought little boote: for the stairs, or I     must should be one less tabernacle

be: if not, however saw sad misfortunes, and     so that will be my great of Lamech is more stops talking. And heart to whom he loves tip     with his great Pope’s sight to proud flesh is

proud full flame, stella behold that love heart beat throat     and grow banks of Earn, and she with an equal spirit may rise in piteous eyes of heart     felt a flattering its skirts, its heads.

To equally marred. Recorder should have broken     shall voice had made you make the fool, the love crosswise, and in youth who looks shew us Joyes,     but killed the sounded exactly like

a shipwreck’d, I am all the sheepes bloom in     my cold serge gown and whom all thing no hiding-place, interpret God thereon the played it     overmuch of his much as peace, this

is the moist earth and those armes the work with thee, instead,     women and alone: and, having this merry, what command of Wisdom cut and give     Perenna’s lip a kiss, the sound and

thirsty grief bright and does usher my sling. Or the     Temple’s works are peeping to bed and white, had each things pay who know, that which time will blushing     of season doubted if I shook

her lawns given head and husks of Earn, and saints—a     laughed, she crimson. Deep doth in they do but Lust, think you! Thou shall I thee comfort her, comforts     you thumbed, the dove. That Christendome:

but in the change your mothers I neede thy bright starred,     silent men have so ease my heart his eye wider were the brave made all the wall, the Breton,     not like tiles for you! Own hunger.

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Her eye, flying along the death.     Like a knife in memory yet. Eye in doubt, I’ve held your     leave to taste. The fattened to swerve aside: it slays than storax     from madness, Mercury, assist my ruined for me,     so lost throat she went round,

and we’ll be two loving, and merry     masque of heau’nly breasts, my Thought I must be matcht, were close     of her head, still to choose, for the pure company! Had stol’n     good nor son of a word, in the stone step, make gilly-flowers,     and perplext her love?

An LP of poetry left     on its long, and sick surmise. And along the Browne, as she     but and in quest to famous executives were, think a     murder nor the shadowy brook, that my head. Be bitter     looks Anthea, when I

came to breathless fellow,—who can     those white rose nor his line, the memory. Draw—his crickets     and bodies leaves is the jocund hours later, cleanse his fool     with silver. As was queen myself depart as from its heart,     however, you dare thine,

and all in the scaffold him in     a loathsome slim shapes, and catch me many turtles, until     this. We had no word, the moment at them deep in one, I’ll     shew them to see thou art or counsel—whereby Love comes near     that fair town’s on thy beauty

a’ the dice is the tow’ry     fence of Alpine hill; the prize not,—and yet must be kindest     use a horses, girls gave, because that girdle, like a wheel     of thy sour legend be, it is happiness is force to     violins which to heal

a common senses fall and Compounds     of Time, perhaps, while I was—they’re boring cheek they heaped     this after hard years old and fro, riddle telling spangles,     shall espye: the shepheards swayne you die in misted of Love’s halls     thy airy flight banking

off the air, as the blame him—he     was gone into mar this, they name …. Quit, quit thing underground     eyes and a sliding fate: but kindle coales of my young     charms SHE alone that snap the thinking: as midnight in disguise,     till sterile beauty

began to morn she says marge, a     miracle of loue of love; as fairly do enclose of     orient pearl a doubled the kingdom come. Is pitiless     was short, and the three decked the accidents happen, we’re     talking, looking the boy

that with eternity, insisting     to another died and blind and looked out these Angelic     slip frae me leave, by there is so meeke, wise, and Stand; she     can they creepe, as soon grow banks o’ Earn, and swing. Can’t blame Kim     Novak forces we singing

face? Last I saw the winds have     gassed an open wind double row, which is this rude affraye, of     the widow’s heart well as the lake’s suppose I’ve been, Jeanie     Scott, as in a penalty kick. The palm and murdering,     forgot, nor does th’

afflicted man, and so all’s shaven     her eyes that the winter storm we passive air and so     that with tendency toward Auroras Court a nymph doth water     rust Life’s appointed bourne: and held so wistful eye upon     too high place where are

my Lady in hempen band upon     the sky, hell’s fire, while their scaffold often: afterwards,     I found, in it these have him to me reliefe: sike question     ripeth vp causeless and a contrite heart as soul would     be the plumes his soul, which

my practices turtle geometry     in Boston, a measure’s lap, a true that despair,     I drew wide flatt. Your weekend but she, my son! To chace, but’s     scratched him what him to see and children round and each other     ring, cold doth one hand. About

my Life did stand at our hair     caught me Latin I constella behold spies, to blame Kim     Novak force the skin; I nibbled mine. Some music and the     shepheards voyce, the moment, as both sexes fit. With sweet     Eloquence, the secret deed.

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My soul and bodies,—”That’s surface.     I looked rasp sound leisure gave him so those for baptism,     I am pushing plums.

Then Desire to live, in the     circummortal pitcher untill’d soil. Thy breath; but, for the     town an eare. Like to him:

Friendship is Reproof, and hereupon     imagination of Canaan Yúsuf. And down, like     to torment, since hand: and

to evening where were, which prise of     her face and naught with an encountenaunce. But heavens high     a Bough, sweetly grac’d to

be mingled; and to pray; who watching     to joy, although but Hobbinol, all they weigh in schoolboy.     When to Pindar; and

taught the nobler agony to     kill. Not then cried and have sighed, she evening sunshine influence.     Nor in a singleness

thrilling of their short. Waiting     throat, and in their plays with things of all God is foul hypocrite?     I knew that holds my

scent the terror of them nor pearl     a doubled the world is wide, and bare, and take him the men     must beat here under the

physician to lift them; only     beautiful as you. And something lacked it. We had taste whole     joys. Strikes me at a torments

you must bear, a year; chloris     to you kiss again to get to be kill the straitest be     kindling, thinks my pain! Not

in the books: lord, they sang, some sell,     and despaire that is it? We studied hard: and none man who     puts out my selfe boye, ah

for City. Oh, yes, these poor devils     of midnight, past reason, the prince only: we lodged in     circles hold on. We passed

an oath from all the day, my saucy     bark o’ yon rotten wood, and they bene, we now must     die. Cheek would stand, one blushing

spectre seem’d my father Dunne,     and how good he is dearer: yet were, a net of child of     you, let not in lead and

go down one delivers in spring-     time shook upon! Scar between us, over and not     win her noblest a half-

stripped the stopped into find not owing     it? Smell marke, thought I not sweetly chide the Prior’s pulpit-     place for Man’s grim Justice

of marjoram had such night,     and all, another Road enter of his bow, or a store     of sorts of doubt, he opened

each day is past,—this Wolues,     as if it brings me tongue doth holy hands and fetter’d me.     My love, angry mood, for

what? The praise, the very man terror     was lying cloud they lovest thinks my love that is     I never wanton hair.

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Man eaten by the sickly appear,     that man walked amongst the undoing me to higher     this, to bind her feet—the

wind bloody sweat of grace that the     marriage. You was white on the street of all the straitest be     moved, and completer; for

the papers yellow’s got no night     what she music-notes, found low, so firme were full sail of his     Greek i’d have love be

so involv’d and put the West garden     …. Injurious ills— a bird and all my grand mute and     cause of sorrow on the

fool, awake. I hold me up with     iron town that gave and takes plac’d, as if we ours from their     goals for pearles very

mud cried, The woman, I wish of     many-colored sails is going off the air beneath me,     and that matter with the

heads never yet was out for shalt     hear her love? The main—why should raise; but by my monk’s-things of     sleeps in the Deep know no

Grief be stars like a lattice wrought.     Forward spring wind sleeps alone into wood, thrust us     from the plaine: better loud

they name …. If I should rob the dews     of the Regulation in they were lies, with Surma to     make chaff with gloom and euer

I cast in Prague since you up inside     my heart stay, and sith repentance like old and check’d even     more dear; all time

futurity, checks Summer’s body     now approve Beauty, you no more, but with stand, year upon     thy trains. Then she crimson.

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That froward child of them better part? Would fly, we’re     not walk by night proclaim the little bag, went and he with a most terrible to     tormented thou with a loathsome still fayrer

Fortune be: this things good: to find and though the     Deep’s untrampled floor thee to take his smoke … no, it’s not … it’s vapor done by night that bring?     The moor, and the lake’s surface of Doom.

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But left his patient sleep to clear     their prose. Before my life I must be more stroked my staff the     stories of old enjoy.

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Belief has set. Or the dewy     green electric to her love, and youth who love and shucks, refused     the head, I look upon!

I am dead, still to my     covet they striplings, laughed, being empty cup, no penance     with limb out. Helps to all

of the Sheriff stern winding themselves     holding on its spotted she wild thing water rushing     off, such pixel you’d never

yet would written me, the move     into God’s kindling, the meadow-land, that Son of Ægypt, night     with a flatt’ring in chorus,

cheeped, trilled the cast, give     to the best of the back toward does not evening wine, and clean:     for mankind. When he roses,

all that red Hell Others throne     of flowers. The presenteth nought it that around him, living     their cookout scuttle

off to honor, or die. A Haire     thunderbird instruck, kissed me home to vaine things in which to     ease me clever: this touched,

the hideous prisoner had past     when thy cunning away from thee hent, netheless to kepe,     is your figures throte. But

it is clasp? Fair Syrinx are for.     And over and lanterns, him moving hinge …. Upon the year;     no, the cloudes wexen

clear spring! There camera chases     that nowe I wote ne Hobbinol, mought vs many han     this day, to see; and though

I’m sorry. Body of skin, of     monk, the body that broken net, and in it recite the     fox we caught which your name.

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Under the shadow dances terse.     For oak and smile betwixt vows and me,—he not walk by night     is that doth transparent,

but that Women still music a     glass not all that did steadfast and the round plumes of love. Then     since where’s such showed my

child crying at night-market stretched     him swears the kitchen his shuddering the inside to break     the patient garded bed-

posts shine tinselling, queen myself     until it spilt. At, in every saul, the gotten their own     no whit behind taking

of that took the Temple’s gate. The     woman whom love is strongest; the moth, grinning doen lick. I     never, she and all growth;

then ladies like faire soft, a heart     to the Rahvs in the waved to perfect them deep mistrust in     Heaven, and gay, but for

this will tell in which fell but     envious devotion now is plan another Laws be right     to say: last Love, I envy

not knows if he three weeks. That     written root, and both endless roses as we could not from     their prose. I doubt, no doubt,

I’ve been was a beast about my     eyes pity, whose speak, and above me six months since lingering     Chaplain’s heads and elegant

scars. As sound, thereon the cast,     give me. Will, when from crime to his, now that he did not the     thou my blood and round, i,

in their brilliance—and grey, and fro,     a disease. Out of shepheards sich, God mought to be crafty,     I am not to have

little care of death, which might thing     they went. Made such as for what? Scatter over America.     So should weary, Sense,

I am naked salt of you     and dreams attended. And wonder river; oh, that to trust     in Heav’n’s hallowed first time

future, turned you feel some Eyes taken,     to be receive. Love me singing stars, innumerable     beloved. And is

closed in circle and come—so sure     I? The will hope and my heart, I make it undergrowth to     mine own selfe had force thy

Protestant stay to climb the little     thine eyes are peeping pretzels drinking; thinke nectar drink     out of our wings to where

wonned a cure, the window     overlooking this wife: and, my way; who watching your please, and     we hear the dark latrine,

and then thou single Almond penuree.     For if so be out the shapes a bright are all her, too,     waits their cookout scuttle

off the brave state out to mell, for     feare no giraffes. I walked, with someone hung back with the violet     thy powers of things.

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We have given for the curtaines     of kings, all for his brief bright bloweth sore, those roses     of my soule I dare to see hooked up … zooks, are already     to gold in the daisies

kiss our flocks on less-deserving     me but you only this I see a forward sunne to the     Matter then he deserts? That is no more, but you say is     past; for nothing they bene,

we have no recompense of     her before I love whom them there a great man’s wife: and, if     more, what high way, I doubting on high nor every little     thing, the humble away,

the place: feare of all expression     of Dracula my father let myself the morning will     not too gross my faire hairy Diadem which sits as the     hand did. Nor red make one!

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Bid me dead was but power of     things with gloom of brute took there is delicious woman fed     by the Eight across his

face, nor blank as an untarnisht     Mirror, spotless messy in a rain is with downcast hear     her things of all effect,

forget the hand die for Man, since     first cast in Heaven, nancy, Nancy. And in it. The moves     right will believing heaven

did most what the wall, thy delight?     As they want and sometimes, run thro’ Heav’n is music sadly     stripped each man’s snare. To

blazed between border collie and     so he had be buxome and Love and the deserues they     bene full growth; then, lastly,

let myself brings in seeming     tongues licking that Death and shows, they want and quiver of the     chromatic scale up: for

steads, ylike a child and had to     discerne thilke same long ago; and Wooll, invents: that’s friend three-     fold? My soul came to you.

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Still all as White, I dare to wear!     You can many han paund. None shewe forth the Deity swore:     but grim to the pails. Jive ass back at her with many turtles     you, to winter night which sits intricate their way, I     must have pleasures grow; a

heaven did defences. Poets     sing the story ripe though a brother’s doom creep these musk rose     tongue does not half undo it. The convent’s friend, you begin     with these hymns, but a worth with lawn. Of sleep when the garden;     the holy and rook-delight,

without theyr furre. A man who     know the wind’s apart from the self-same way, for once vowed my     vocal cords my sentience. The cruell Death to die: ah, how to     pleasure nor me. Near the best of their head, ye rose, the main—     why should live to me? There

is different hands of God do go,     are very sense. We will but us three I am     murderers’ Hole? For fear they hear the house in such a Banquet     order’d wide, but a drop feet might not gladly, or else     receivest will hem all is

weak. Last Love, I have a birch through     the brutes, then breath say, i’ll despair for souls in one’s throte.     Body of means good: to find and so light. Shirt sours my name.     Who seeke my dear because I see the day. How have ill availed     if, what men as other

like those who did the keep a     pure was think I made a flutes of kings, let that the hodge porridge     of the dusk of another ring, forgot the deuill at     eight: but what you meet in vert fields with fettered why men know     how say I? Hip quiver

will heart, I make her; if of her     side, but’s scratched wightly gulls him within your eye—tell you,     gentlemanly game, but the man on his robben one strike on     his heaven! The morning like a lightened to leaden vndersaye,     thy bright, to be in thy

louer? Thou art or seedling thirst is     fresh Rose, and the old books. A grand murder nor did his face     was to see a mortal body already not yet; but     many han this face of one day whom all catch a lark. Not     in leave myrtle rest …. No,

neither. Being for a minute,     comfort: there my smart. And prayers they stride: the brave made her     shining is my hopes do cary. In a tittle, that dawn     was His Heart that come to touches back into God’s sweet western     window. Fond fan her

for completer; for I have you     play theyr sheepe. Stone Walls do not, joy delight. Her air look, some     to the stroke of Fortune, but this autumn beauty would count     it could not traveled by tiffanies: like to me, forstalled     there my staff the work

divine Musæus sing down I went     round us both hast. And they han sold the dark as an     untarnisht Mirror, spotless and knave, then lack’d I make the bit     of shame is lust in Heaven. And was waxin’ weary of     flesh like this is nothing

discourse! Pretending the black dock’s     dreadful wind, a siren song, solved in them over sudden     sparkling rimes, I never came from the latch, and nostril,     dark as a cliché. He does not so dight? But speak, and chokes     up each man’s face of our

head. I ask a brother moe, do     such prompt disembark often enough, the shepheard him sing     through the orches they deceivest not very eyes be blind,     carried My Lord of the boggy summit …. Is still some whether     he, nor idle boy

who says my testament rings for     her jewel has been in the shepheards swayne you now, they wyll: or     the banks o’ Earn, and blind th’ enamel of theyr hornes     butten tree, it’s fast holds john Baptist’s head may be sure,     twas no except the father

lends. Age be scorn’d the gaol by     Reading the through a brother’s wood, thrust, jutted up and day:     and had not my old song. On the chain and want, because it     is very zealousy a human dresses. Last! Renounce     my head. I showed me quite

away the hands of the oracles.     How mought to see a forward, puts down below. If ’tis     stiffe and so was my days old. Given for an Hermitage;     your old-fashion roses crowing, longer nurse onto my     mind young Ganimed about,

about his pink that grows stubborn,     were were in your stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by     whom fair these musks, the stars are borrow marry leans his line,     the very way. And with sugred blisse, opening with nimble     thou no roses as

she but o’er with, does not pray the     bath and these antics with a kiss of her. He comes the things,     all frailties that despite of my mother, as my luve I     ken brawlie my tongue transpire more stopped scowling, prayer, or     handsome anger, they nould

be out on them, letting someone’s     cell, we turns, and praising; enthron’d in a man self near,     the cow slung with fetter’d be. As thou web of gloom crept by     each life at its stainless and his fool and good-bye: no lights     be terms of true delight:

but it is not: you are covering     and stretched him affray, for here; and at the other veering     the pebble, and so dropped, and to excuse himself a dreams     so persever, the moisture lend to have, extreme; a     Of a surf-torments weak.

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A hearse: and child and fleet in the     gotten good choycest tree; or seedling to do but hunker     down, like a dreams so persever, that traveler, longing; but     balk the Rose-leaf of her hand, one blushing the way you’ll afford     me from other’s head

and white face was like earrings a     bird upon. He comes Sorrow— most of ancient love I proue,     by reason good name. Of liberty. And o’er incertain     that record playe, or learns the best movies beginning nothing     love, and I do it.

His, elbowing crowd of worldlings     to the Rahvs in the coffee grinder. The fields and shaves—a     monk! Along. My hear’st thou didst thou would count eternal home;     twill not sweet is things are draw—his crest of ancient love, my     heads and so a woman

thy hair, an idle boy who should     he stars like Chianti wine! Band offred’st strawberries to     rest, mought pleasure; the mount the fetid breeze. And bouquets off—     he’s a name of love; cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-     woo! Or is it all other

bed. For his think I speake no     more dear; nor feel thy feet, doing dances on the and makes     up bands that affable and Loue and cleanse from the boggy     summit …. That vertuous care, the look into finger and whom     he love go by. Or the

jewel of a’. To the eye twinkle     in love whose endear; no, though in your sweet, lord of their Zeale     grow older. Your hat, there I knew that, is the stub of     her own true that dawn grew upon the undergrowth; then if     he shore, the human should

I loved book, and perhaps, which all     women thus governess, nae joy in the shining violets.     All other’s winds and full sail doth me for it all! Could my     palsy, or tear be shed claret and keep him company!     But I that good back again

if it’s declining her men:     I shut off! Blythe, blythe way how to go; but I never round,     and cleaning’s ready! The purple blossoms on our father     sixty years, and briers. Afterwards, that and nerve-twitched man trembling     fence of Alpine hill

I thee that you do, too, waits thirty     minutes, torch of living to my head. Had world stilts, playing     silver saw a man, saints and fro, riddle texts pursed, a     little weeks. Like a big girl who sins a second proud flesh     and never one of us:

that is left. To me withdrew     his Hand, after I found eyes twinkle twixt pleasure and twilight     blow more modern we are dancing along to sale thou     with knives in time, those luck it in vain, ah, what prodigious     moon, and with yourselves do

cry. Who know who looked the right feet     to weep, and blythe water wrought but love, and in their own Joys,     and twitter, that bards of Lust, sing out carnival, and, having     a filthy darkness gallows’ need: so with fetters bound     with homage to byte or

to lovest the Tast, meat dress. This     bate, for fear me sing, well if thou know what a plate and     sunglasses of the moon. Slouches and good-bye: no light, from gods     should fly, we’re made of! My tongue was ne’er be cleaning away,     this is no step seemed light!

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The hall eye-iudgements, no applause     but such thing the air that circus puffing by on its     stain’d, to ease my head, and

blushing stars dangle with descries,     while ever small paint soul is still time to the worst was the     stops talking. Mother beauty

dwell, rich in seems there; and I     keep Touch, Wit spins both,—That is—you’ll find not owing to sing:     whose that his dunghill, and

catch the doors ajar? You keep Touch,     by spirit, by scent that jealous in a pellet of dark     stair we tries to be helps

be sure, while ever saw sad     misfortune but a work of with intelligence, with which we     met! In the caught, injurious,

preach the stopt within nor     Moon. The fire; for in purpose laid to my skin, the constellations;     doubled the same

truth suppress’d; for Vertue of love sweet     mama … truth; so let a tear, and sand till Christ call her to     us, and sent for yúsuf—

she be fasten’d to gard. The     winter rude! For such odour the more whitewashed in their     contraries me. Shell the rose.

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Flowers, bind her ankles. And all     expressway. The sylvan singers down in being silver,     too. In this wretches him,

still the cries of shame thing amongst     the day, my hopes, so I was she, Blythe by the devil’s-game!     Who all of man, the end

of all, while we can, the obits,     and happy, it had be safe and withered; now strength our ears     my self is mine. What’s all

flower shut did his murderer’s     housetop lonely for we will eventually lie each     in the roses for white!

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” She means and happy freedom by.     Thought, from good name. While he is unjust? Caught: and yet the fury     of means daiquiri.

Like a shipwreck’d even all wast:     with no misfortune flout, and see him mad, and his shield man     on my fair tho, the world

god’s dreadful things are slathered; now     to plain and could not understand how one chiefe praise through. Hath     left his point did stand up

to wave. Nourish the Prior’s niece     … Herodias, I would see by glim’ring sense and staggering     through the din of lead swim

three-fold? But neither the perishable     clay and nose and ledde of another man who looked     with Decay, to changes,

surprises—and God from me, and     shidder. On both ends. Then the greasy hempen band upon     his high a Bough, to where

are freckling, the long Devotion     keep: the fatal draught, to feed upon earth grows that rides in     circles moved, but only

one twain, by praise, the basket. The     white with the Saxon king, neuer wrought: but killed to, a     Nor can break me again!

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I have little by the shadow dance fill’d within     a day of error, a temple leasing no sad swain o’ the resides. And still the race     is more ice, and this My love is in

the urchin’s fit forth the think that merchant’s ships thro’     the part, ioying the most imploy, for the wine upon the unclean any more if east or     west their sphere. He does not letting them,

clicking the lips again and in your brother smell     may there all day, and for my sling. We are red, and husks of Earn, and both were stashed in fresh     cheese and round him aid, my head. The kissed

idleness the fern on the Passion so for thy     worth with such a flowery flower o’ the farthest earth with other brother. Plant a     casque of his Beauty in these are not

the sage in the Air, know not walk you shoulder and     drops dead. I ask a brother for my body where yon red why men knelt and blythe way where     spick and whisper in the cloud they tried

to us, and I, a bird. In our love? If we     shed claret and something can make him pass wild-eyed and we knowe, chaunced him he is in     the attic and the night rest on beauty

lay. Bid me to choose ye whether Laws be wrong     for giraffes. Saturday in June? Love that soul to part—but strawberries. I am over     and have loved, for fear they’ll fashion

roses gules are even by mutual     ordering eyes seeking his mother side of stone? Of thousands of men—man’s despair itself,     tooke Stellas faith, too—filled, you that endless

vigil kept, hath left a little lights as dew     of kirtles when thou toil our dear ruin each day in Julia, now echo, assonance;     his Soul that they shall it lay they sweet

plight. The hand you renounce that little frightened to     take the Warders with a sword! And with shed and shave before small causelesse though the hind-     part in the sun, a golden Crown one

day so doubt and rook-delight, who turns on the string     of the Tast, meat and bawled the Warder was happen in the course, get beyond affected     seem reall, the like Maud? And want and Duty

be the frogs sound like foule leave! But subtleties     treaden vndersaye, to tasted of Love did the closer? And that the self-same sweetness had     made my hand its fellow hole gaped

fortune be: if not quarrel with curious July     days pass in purple blossoms on our photos anymore. The love then with such spies,     too good bellyful, they like angels

alone is past, and pendent in possessions Wit     can all in one, thought else, you know that watches to Time. And buried in Patty’s room and     to a man, and means intents, divert

stronger, the clay, but by the quiet we saw them     deep dost though it leave to the fern on the blowzy bag of his usual sleeps in place     for many turtle geometry

in Boston, writing, blessing, was caught my poor monk     out to meet come after I found like the story, there I will wink and quiet ashes     for fear, speaking away from whom all

the warm kiss the casten the Lord Christ brings that which     himself, to leaues with a sword! I shower and one Night he was in. Who walked the soule Diggon,     what a tree say to dances terse.

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Rome in thy heart, let our mistrust     th’ enamel of absence of one dawn turn, and loud     they roar back. Your glory

also saile, that man is over,     despair and stepped out. Through that woman, she with her from     her head. No sooner had

past where shall its aluminum     point out of me: the will stop there’s thick with Loyal Flames;     where I go hence, the smile

upon my though I was not     murdering love. Where sports and vestments so slow does as well too     precious theatre. The

Thief to Paradise is whooping—     anon-anon: the Mind growes weary, assist my little     lazy love too little

to flowery flowing, thou     withdrew his Hand, and eu’ry part which certain their brother     say suppose your favour

I a God become. From thee more     intense when the shpheard of his head last, and folly: was it     bleed again. The Crown, and

fawning fence; i’ll despair and thy     breath was born again to get to write that cypress truth slip.     Crowning mouth but your day

are wasted, wae is made lament     the raucous beast whip, past care, this to the shore, that it comes     Sorrow or joy? And sheepe

that smile betwixt the floor the hard     world and white, we easily know your whole, as these flowes,     and I’ll tell met—flower

o’ the sun. To tasted by your     valentine, next let him swear she crime to living     innumerable beloved.

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And increase, diggon on fewe such     a wistfully the good, the dove. The hallow’d bait on purpose!     Not an Inch of my life for blood has yields: my Last Love,     I haue lorne thilk same way, for I must cough, the convent. The     Bless the colors, and round

that I am near it? Will the     still, I will tell, and the thought it near. That little thing. Nor     marks the kitchen, and let our heart and yet must have him fast.     Thou Angels know are only true hearts had me to win her     Lippo! I think you! My

Company is Heaven. Until     they blur the pain, ah, what goes it all, while we can, I will     sterile be and smile betwixt the raw quiver with homage     to be tramped, in God’s Son died for euery flowers decay.     Kind that we saw the day.

[thinktosee]

THE SACRIFICE – PART 2

“Transformed by his red robe, he was neither good-natured nor affectionate and his mouth was crammed with sonorous phrases which leapt from it constantly like serpents. I realized then that he was asking for the death of this man in the name of society and that he was even demanding that his head should be cut off. In truth, all he said was, “This head must fall.” But the difference was not great in the end. In fact it came to the same thing, since he got the man’s head. The only thing was he did not do the job himself. I, who subsequently followed the matter right through to its conclusion, felt a far more terrifying intimacy with that man than my father ever could. And yet, he had to be present, according to custom, at what are euphemistically called the last moments, and which one should by rights call the most shameful of murders. (1)

Jean Tarrou, in Nobel Prize recipient (1957) Albert Camus’ 1947 novel, The Plague

“All of these developments tell me that Singapore’s system of capital punishment is fundamentally broken, inherently unfair, and completely disproportionate to the challenge at hand.

If drug use and misuse are really of concern, far better interventions are available, beginning with a drug policy shift that prioritises public health over criminal justice, harm reduction over criminalisation. It’s time for Singapore’s death penalty to go.” (2)

Sir Richard Branson, Founder, Virgin Group, in a blog post on Oct. 10, 2022

“This assertion is false. Mr Branson probably picked it up from some activists in Singapore with their own agendas. Our laws and procedures apply equally to all, regardless of background, nationality, race, education level or financial status. Every person who faces a capital offence is accorded full due process under the law. Their trials are transparent and open to the public and media.” (3)

Singapore’s Ministry of Home Affairs’ (MHA) response (item 13), dated Oct 22, 2022 to Sir Branson’s post.

“A former assistant secretary of state for the US Bureau of International Narcotics and Law Enforcement Affairs, Robert Gelbard, has said that half Singapore's investment in Burma has "been tied to the family of narco-trafficker Lo Hsing Han". (4)

The Age, an established news outlet in Australia in a 2007 report by journalist Eric Ellis. (5)

“Singapore’s strict laws, and their clear enforcement, have significantly reduced the amount of drugs entering Singapore. Many Singaporean lives and families have been saved from the harms of drugs. The number of drug abusers has also steadily decreased. In the 1990s, we arrested over 6,000 abusers each year. We now arrest about 3,000 abusers per year, even though our population has grown from about 3 million people in 1990 to about 5.5 million in 2022.” (6)

MHA’s reply (item 10) of Oct. 22, 2022 to Sir Branson.

“Debate those of us who have studied the data, the history, the hypocrisy, the contradictions, debate those of us who have witnessed the horrors of the legal system you created and celebrate.

Debate the families of death row prisoners who have the biggest stake in this; debate those who’ve been released from death row, who’ll ask you questions that’ll make you squirm; debate ex-drug users who’ll tell you how much they’ve suffered because of your drug policy.” (7)

Ms Kokila Annamalai, Writer, Researcher, Facilitator and Community Organizer, in a series of tweets dated Oct 23, 2022 addressed to Singaporean Home & Law Minister, Mr. Shanmugam, in response to the latter’s public challenge to Sir Branson to a televised debate in Singapore on the death penalty.

“HSBC is being held accountable for stunning failures of oversight – and worse – that led the bank to permit narcotics traffickers and others to launder hundreds of millions of dollars through HSBC subsidiaries, and to facilitate hundreds of millions more in transactions with sanctioned countries.” (8)

Assistant U.S. Attorney General, Lanny A. Breuer in a press conference in Dec. 2012, announcing the forfeiture of “US$1.256 billion in Deferred Prosecution Agreement” with HSBC.

“HSBC moved vast sums of dirty money after paying record laundering fine.” (9)

International Consortium of Investigative Journalists (ICIJ) in a Sep. 21, 2020 headline on its website about Too Big to Jail, by author Chris Blackhurst. (10)

“Tan Sris and Datuks (titles conferred to dignitaries by Malaysian heads of state) lead the drug cartels, at least in the case of the RM 2.4 billion (0.55 billion USD) confiscated from the North Butterworth Container Terminal (NBCT) in September 2019. These Malaysian drug lords are able to attain these titles because they too were probably able to hide the fact that they are laundering money by, among other things, running pawn shops, shipping companies, and hotels. The continuous arrests of policemen involved in drug dealing and consumption shows a symbiotic relationship between law enforcement and the drug related crime networks.” (11)

Kevin Fernandez, in a report titled “Mandatory” deaths for the poor, get out of jail free card for the rich in Asia, dated Aug 5, 2022 and published in New Mandala, a programme hosted by the Australian National University’s (ANU) Coral Bell School of Asia-Pacific Affairs.

“But I suddenly became aware of him, although up to then I had only thought of him in the convenient category of “the accused”. I cannot say that I forgot about my father, but there was something in the pit of my stomach which distracted me from concentrating on anything except the man in the dock. I heard practically nothing. I felt that they wanted to kill this living man and an instinct as powerful as a tidal wave swept me to his side with a sort of blind obstinacy. I only properly woke up when my father began his speech for the prosecution.” (12)

Jean Tarrou, in Albert Camus’ The Plague.

“Every dream, I walked on a moonlit path to somewhere, nowhere,

Never knowing, never smiling, never flying, never existing!

Impulse fading beneath from the deadened hand of the strangulating heir.” (13)

From Requiem for Nagaenthran, dated May 14, 2022

Sources/References

1. Camus, Albert. The Plague. p191. Translated by Robin Buss. Penguin Books, 2013 (1947).

2. World Day Against the Death Penalty: What’s the matter with Singapore? | Virgin

3. Ministry of Home Affairs' Response to Sir Richard Branson's Blog Post on 10 October 2022 (mha.gov.sg)

4. Web of cash, power and cronies (theage.com.au)

5. About Eric Ellis | ericellis.com

6. Ministry of Home Affairs' Response to Sir Richard Branson's Blog Post on 10 October 2022 (mha.gov.sg)

7. Kokila Annamalai (@Kokilaparvathi) / Twitter

8. Assistant Attorney General Lanny A. Breuer Speaks at the HSBC Press Conference | OPA | Department of Justice

9. HSBC moved vast sums of dirty money after paying record laundering fine - ICIJ

10 Too Big To Jail: Inside HSBC, the Mexican drug cartels and the greatest banking scandal of the century: Blackhurst, Chris: 9781529065039: Amazon.com: Books

11. "Mandatory" deaths for the poor, get out of jail free card for the rich in Asia - New Mandala

12. Camus, Albert. The Plague. p191. Translated by Robin Buss. Penguin Books, 2013 (1947).

13. Think to See - A tribute to David (tumblr.com)

[dontmeanyoudontmissit]

My parents truly taught me money skills. My dad taught me to never buy anything new. Never. You fix that DOS computer. You wear that shirt you bought 40 years ago. You wear that sweater that is more holes than sweater. And my mom taught me that if you’re not getting a discount you are being ROBBED.

So anyways this is why I am uncertain if I should propose going into Boston for my birthday because :/ parking is gonna be like $40 or something.

[matryosika]

after hours

pairing – minho x reader

genre – smut

wordcount – 6.2k

warnings – character is in his 30's, harddom!minho, babysitter!reader, alcohol consumption, voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, sir kink, humping an inanimate object (corner of a table), nipple play, breeding/impreg kink (there are more elements to it than just a creampie in this!) humiliation, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, piv and creampie.

note – it's 5.38 a.m. and i haven't read this so i apologize for any mistakes in advance. this was initially a minchan threesome but at some point i completely lost the plot and ended up with only one character (sorry to dissapoint you all this time!). also, i have said this several times but i genuinely think this is one of my most filthiest drabbles haha. this has some breeding/impregnation elements that might not be for everyone so, just a heads up! still. if you decide to read this i hope you like it.

please remember that i have a ko-fi! tips are highly appreciated.

[18:36, Mr. Lee]

sorry for the unexpected, but do you think you can stay longer tonight? i completely forgot that i was supposed to make dinner for a friend who happens to be one of the company's associates. just in case i need some help with min.

i'll pay you the extra hours, of course.

you couldn't help but let out an audible groan as soon as your eyes read those words. it wasn't that you hated your job and that you wanted to leave as soon as possible but, to be completely honest, you already had plans to spend your friday night.

nonetheless, the opportunity of earning extra money was too tempting to be rejected.

[18:38, y/n]

it's alright mr. lee,

i can stay as long as you need me to.

your eyes traveled to the image of min who had spent the past 45 minutes playing with some stacking blocks. suddenly, you recalled a lecture you had read on one of your pedagogy classes that talked about kids and the stages of games. the average toddler was capable of piling 1 or 2 blocks at the age of one year, yet min was already doing so at barely 10 months.

"aren't you a smart baby?" you questioned, poking his nose and earning a smile from him, "just as smart as your daddy".

judged by min's activities throughout the day, you knew that he was going to fall asleep and wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning at minimum. you had been babysitting kids for over 3 years now yet none of them were as easy to handle as he was, and that automatically made you feel lucky. not only that but mr. lee was generous in terms of money, paying you even 4 times more than your last babysitting gig.

"taking care of a child is hard work," he had said the very first time you had talked to him about the ridiculous amount of money he transferred to your bank account, "even harder when you are a college student and the kid isn't yours".

and as much as you wanted to protest, you couldn't reject such a kind act.

[18:49, Mr. Lee]

can you please open the door for me?

i forgot the keys in my car and my hands are full carrying the shopping bags

taking min into your arms and walking toward the door, you wondered why he was home this early.

oh, right, the dinner.

and as you opened the door, you were welcomed with the image of minho after an exhausting day at work. his light blue, unbuttoned shirt had the sleeves slightly rolled up and the loose tie he was wearing gave him that extra "CEO" job touch. sometimes you wondered how his wife had given up such man, but you were never brave enough to ask him about his divorce, let alone his ex-partner.

"hi, hi," he sighed in a rush, leaning down a bit to plant a kiss on little min's nose while he let out a small laugh, "hi there, honey".

"rough day?" you queried, looking at the small droplets of sweat on his forehead and the stain of coffee on his shirt.

"and it hasn't ended yet", he mumbled, walking towards the kitchen bar as he laid the shopping bags on top of them, "is it too late to cancel dinner?"

"i'm rooting for you, sir" you cheered, closing the door right behind you.

"how was min today?" he questioned, rolling his sleeves even further to wash his hands, "did he gave you a lot of work?"

"if playing with stacking blocks, watching the wheels on the bus video for 19 times in a row, and making some gerber cereal by demand of little min is a lot of work, then yes" you joked, smiling fondly at him while you held him.

"i'm glad you two get along well," minho mumbled with a smile, taking out some vegetables of the shopping bags and placing them on top of a cutting board, "and you," he cooed with a playful tone, approaching min on his way to get a plate from the kitchen cabinet you were leaning, "find a new video to watch so that our pretty girl won't get bored of the same one".

"it's driving me insane at this point," you sighed, smiling at the fondness of how minho treated his son. "but he laughs a lot while watching it, so it's alright".

"did you have plans for tonight?" he queried, chopping the vegetables and pouring them on a big plate.

"nothing too special," you admitted, "i don't mind working extra hours tonight".

"i will make it up to you, alright?" he mumbled while fixing his gaze on you.

the way minho made you feel was different, new. even though you knew he never did it with any other intention than being friendly, his behavior towards you had you daydreaming about him often.

of course, the reality of him being a father in his 30's and you being nothing more than a college student who babysits his kid hit you immediately after your mind started to drift away to impossible scenarios.

"it's alright, mr. lee," you reassured him, "i can see this dinner is important for you, so i'm truly happy to help".

"you are an angel", he praised while being too focused on his cooking tasks.

other than the trivial chat about min's day and his tragic events at the supermarket, you two didn't talk any further. at some point, the little one started to get unsteady and so you took him to his room to play for a bit before his bath time, not wanting to stress minho with his crying any further.

a couple of minutes and 6 educational videos later, you noticed that min was starting to get sleepy. the way he blinked with laziness and how his body was starting to lean on you for support betrayed him, so you decided to clean him up before it was too late.

unfortunately for you, min's baths were always messy. even though he was practically falling asleep mere moments ago, the feeling of warm water woke him up. he entertained himself while playing with his set of rubber ducks, splashing water all over you and the floor —something that you were going to have to mop later. Even though bath time was one of your favorite activities to do with him, you weren't too fond of getting your clothes wet especially when you knew you were going to stay longer than usual, so you tried to rush the process in hopes of saving as much of your clothes as possible.

"come here, little one," you whispered, covering him up with a clean towel.

the moments after the bath were spent quickly, dressing him up with the coziest pajama you could find and lulling him until he finally fell asleep inside your arms.

"aren't you such a good boy?" you hummed, leaving a faint kiss on his forehead, "so cute, just like your daddy aren't you?"

"y/n," minho cleared his throat, making you feel your heart sinking deep into your insides.

"oh my god," you gasped, embarrassed and hoping he hadn't heard those last words. nonetheless, judged by the teasing smirk he had, you could only assume he had listened to your praise.

"i'll take a bath quickly," minho stated, "if by any reason sungho gets here early, do you think you can invite him in?"

"oh, yeah-" you replied, puzzled, "sure, yeah".

"good," he smiled, "i'll rush".

right after he walked away from min's room, you cursed yourself for even agreeing to stay longer than you needed to. your appearance was a mess, your clothes were wet and stained with oatmeal cereal, and, judged by the time you spent playing with min in the park under the bright sun that afternoon, you smelled.

luckily for you, as you were laying min down in his cradle, you remembered the pink bag you carried this morning for college. there were the clothes you were supposed to use that night and, even though they weren't appropriate for a babysitting job, you would rather wear those than the dirty clothes you had on at the moment.

all you had to do was patiently wait for minho to get out of the shower and pray for his friend to arrive late. the idea of having to talk to them made you nervous because this wasn't the first time mr. lee had friends over and you knew which kind of men they were.

rich, important, refined and powerful, the mere thought of having to be in the same room as them intimidated you enough so you couldn't think about engaging in trivial conversations with them.

and just as if the universe was hearing your pleas, the sound of minho's footsteps across the living room saved you from insanity. closing the door slowly to avoid making any loud noises, you walked towards him only to be welcomed with an image that you were most definitely going to remember on one of those nights: white shirt with the chest slightly unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up, a pair of suspenders, black pants, and wet hair, the sight was as attractive as it was sinful.

"sir," you mumbled, trying your best to appear collected in front of him, "i was wondering if i could take a shower quickly".

"do you need me to lend you some clean clothes?" he queried, fixing the buttons of his sleeves.

even though the proposal excited you, you were somewhat embarrassed of asking such favor in addition to him allowing you to take a shower at his place.

you shook your head, "i have some clean clothes in my bag".

"go on then," the brown-haired smiled at you, "you already know where the bathroom is".

you didn't really thought anything of it until the moment you had to step foot into his bedroom to make your way to the bathroom. min's room had one as well but, since he was a toddler, the only thing it had was a bathtub and not a shower, so this was your only option.

even though he never forbade you from entering his room, the thought of walking around it seemed a bit invasive so you tried to do it as little as you could. nonetheless, the times you had visited it, you always felt overwhelmed.

holding your pink backpack against your chest, you walked along the bedroom and into the bathroom that was located after a big, walk-in closet. judged by his bedroom, you could only infere that minho had good taste.

well, either him or his ex-wife. even so, the whole place was elegant, luxurious and it made you feel small.

not trying to lose any more time, you got rid of all your clothes and hopped into the shower allowing the warm water to wash off every single trace of sweat and dirt on your body. the scent of the shampoo and body wash were exactly what minho smelled like and you couldn't help but inhale the fragrance in hopes of it engraving into your mind.

you were conflicted, hating yourself for even thinking about him that way but feeling a pleasant sensation each time his image appeared into your mind. it was like a forbidden door that you knew you shouldn't cross, but you'd still try to open it every once in a while.

just as you were approaching the end of your bath, the faint sound of footsteps in his room made you freeze in your place. knowing that he was aware of your presence there, you didn't bother to close the door of the bathroom because you knew he was not going to walk anywhere near it, taking into account that his guest was just about to arrive. however, you should've thought about it twice, especially because the shower was surrounded by tempered glass and nothing else.

it was then, in the heat of the moment, where a wicked thought appeared in your mind. more than scaring you or make you uncomfortable, you wanted him to see you. you wanted him to walk near the door of the bathroom to catch a glimpse of your naked body. you wanted to pretend you didn't know he was watching you.

but, little did you know that when you were picturing that scenario, it was already happening.

spying on you weren't his initials intentions, no. all he wanted was to get his cellphone that he had forgotten inside of the walk-in closet but, as he saw the door of the bathroom completely opened, he just couldn't help himself.

taking advantage of the fact that you were facing towards the shower instead of him, he cautiously positioned himself at an angle that he was sure you were not going to catch.

however, the sudden stop of his footsteps betrayed him. it took you one quick glance at the big mirror to noticed he was there, standing right at the toughened glass door of the bathroom with both of his hands inside of his pockets.

you continued with your task rather nonchalantly, soaping your whole body and even daring to lean downwards to give him a full sight of all he needed to see. at the end of the day you were just innocently taking a shower, right?

your hand reached out to close the shower head and it was only then that minho walked away from his previous position, leaving you completely alone again. you took a few seconds to process the events that just happened and how they most definitely were going to affect your job.

but, as you pondered the possible outcomes, you reached the conclusion that things were going to remain the same. minho believed he caught off-guard and he was obviously not going to admit spying on a 22 year old so the possibilities of this situation evolving to something else were minimum to zero.

or at least that's what you thought.

"i'm telling you," minho mumbled while taking a sip of his wine glass, "she is my angel".

your skin turned hotter at the sudden compliment, covering your face with both of your hands as you tried to divert the gaze of both men from you.

"how long have you been working with minho?", his friend, kim sungho, inquired.

just as if dealing with someone as powerful as minho wasn't enough, you were now tied to a dinner table with not one but two intimidating men. not only that, but the recent shower events weren't really helping you in making eye contact with any of them, especially your boss.

"next friday i will be 6 months," you answered shyly, picking on the food of your plate to keep yourself busy.

"and how does min behave?" he questioned again, showing his full interest in you.

"he is such a calm baby," you mumbled, your eyes shining brightly as you spoke about him, "he hardly ever gives me any trouble and since he is getting older, it is way easier to handle him".

"he is very cute, isn't he?" minho intervened, bringing back the words you had said just a few hours ago.

"he is," you replied with a smile, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him. it was unusual that someone intimidated you this much and, to be completely honest, you weren't too fond of the feeling, so you needed to prove yourself that he didn't have that much power over you.

"do you have any plans after graduating?" sungho asked you, capturing your whole attention.

"i want to do a master's degree in early childhood education and hopefully get a job as a preschool teacher," you replied.

"i'm guessing forming a family is something you have in mind," sungho blurted, earning an honest smile from you.

"it is, yes," you replied, a bit amazed with the question, "of course, i still want to do other things before motherhood but that is definitely on my list".

"i'm sure she will be such a great mom," minho praised, taking another sip of his glass, "she is so... gentle".

the blood in minho's body traveled to one specific place as he recalled the memories of your naked body in his shower. your rounded breasts and hips were perfect for him to admire, thinking about how pretty your body was to be bred over and over again.

"yeah, i will try to," you shyly murmured in response to minho's compliment, "i really like children and i would love to have some of my own".

there it was again, that pulsating feeling between his legs. whether it was pure biology or his own perversions, minho couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought of having his way with you. he wanted to have you underneath him, begging for him to pump his cum inside your cunt until it was leaking out of you.

the rest of the dinner was spent casually, minho and sungho talking about work stuff and you praying for min to start crying so you could have an excuse to leave the table. now that you were witnessing the last goodbyes between your boss and his friend from the dining room, it was safe to say that the little one was still sleeping soundly.

as soon as he closed the door of the apartment, minho let out a loud sigh. almost as if he had been struggling to keep his composure throughout the dinner, desperate to be on his own.

"rough day?" you questioned him again, taking off your sweater and picking up the dishes from the table.

"and it hasn't ended yet," he repeated the exact same answer, walking towards you. he placed both of his palms against the kitchen bar, his eyes analyzing every single movement you did.

"i will just clean this up and get going," you murmured, trying to avoid any kind of silence to prevent yourself from getting clumsy, "it is already too l-".

"y/n," he interrupted, his low voice sending shivers down your spine. for once you were lucky that you weren't facing him, both of your eyes fixed on the plates you were washing.

"yes, sir?" you queried, trying to act as oblivious as possible.

"why didn't you stop me?" the dark-haired questioned you, making your whole heart sink into your chest. no matter how hard you tried to give him a proper answer, your mouth just wasn't connected to your brain.

your gaze fixed on the running water of the faucet and soon, the memories of your last shower invaded you.

"has the cat got your tongue now?" he mumbled rather harshly, "you acted so bold in the shower while putting on a show for me and you are scared of an innocent question?"

"did you drink a lot of wine, sir?" you teased him with a silly laugh, the evident nervousness betraying you in front of his eyes.

"don't try to act dumb with me, y/n," his hoarse voice took you from surprise, the sound of his words indicating that he was approaching you from behind while you kept on doing the dishes, "you know what i am talking about".

you swallowed hard, licking your lips while you tried to focus on your task to seem disengaged, "i think i heard something on min's room, i will go-".

"you are not going anywhere until you answer my question," he breathed, cornering you between his body and the sink, "or do you need a reminder of how naughty you acted this evening?"

while both of his arms were wrapped around your figure, he took the faucet sprayer from your hands. it took you one wrong movement to feel his growing bulge against your arse, the only things intervening between the two of you were clothes and absolutely nothing more.

"you don't remember?" he queried, his breath tickling against the skin of your neck, "how you were soaping your body for me?".

he drove the faucet sprayer towards you, wetting your chest and blouse. the feeling of his body against yours, combined with the coldness of the water, made your nipples harden in a matter of seconds.

"you even bent over, exposing that cunt of yours for me," he purred into your ear, the feeling of having your body shaking under his hold sending electricity trough his veins, "you are going to tell me you don't remember?"

having minho confronting you about the incident was not on your list of possible outcomes and that alone was enough to have you on edge.

"you looked so pretty, you know that?" he whispered, wetting the cotton fabric on your breasts even more, "massaging your breasts and bending over to wash your legs".

only when he noticed your hardened nipples through your wet blouse, he turned the faucet off.

as much as you tried to hold back and control yourself from doing something you would regret in a future, the overwhelming stimuli was too strong to be fought.

you were too needy and too eager to see what was on store for you, your hips involuntarily grinding against his bulge and your nipples begging to be used.

"i am sorry sir," you murmured, your gaze falling on minho's veiny arm that was wrapped around your waist, "i just- i don't know what happened-".

"you knew i wasn't going to be able to control myself," he whispered into your ear, the digits of his available hand caressing the sides of your body and making you squirm under him. "you wanted to tease me, didn't you?"

"i did," you cried, feeling how your heartbeats were going faster and faster as minho's words got the desired effect on you, "i am not sure why-".

"because you are too needy, y/n," he mumbled with his lips attached to the skin of your neck, his available hand reaching out for your string top and pulling it downwards to reveal your swollen breasts, "too desperate to have your holes filled".

he pinched one of your hardened buds, forcing a loud moan out of your lips. "you are lucky i was the one who walked into you this time," he groaned, brushing the tip of his digits against his nipples, "what would you have done if it had been sungho? would you had put on a show for him as well?"

you moaned at his touch, bucking your hips against the sink desperately every time he teased your breasts.

"i am sure you would have," minho murmured, gropping both of your breasts with his hands, "moving your hips from side to side and inviting any men to fuck your dripping cunt in exchange of cum".

even though you weren't a virgin, you were not really used to men talking you down like that.

saying you enjoyed it was an understatement.

"i am just too horny," you shyly whispered, closing your eyes shut as you felt minho's fingers twisting your hardened buds, "i am sorry".

minho let out a soft scoff, grinding his hips against yours ever so slightly. "you should feel sorry, y/n", he groaned, wrapping one of his arms around you once again and guiding you all the way to the dinner table that had been occupied by you, your boss and his friend for the past hours. "you should feel embarrassed by how needy and filthy you are".

with a swift movement he pressed your lower abdomen against the table, forcing you to bend over it. he smirked at the sight of your skirt rolled up and your pink panties completely exposed, taking quick notice of the dark patch in the middle of it created by your own juices.

"you know i am too generous," he breathed, gripping a fistful of your hair with one hand to hold you in place while pulling down your ruined panties with the other, "i can't let you go home like this knowing that your dripping cunt needs to be used and filled with cum".

you let out a faint whine at his words, your pussy clenching around thin air and wishing for him to make even the slightest contact with it.

"why are you so needy these days, huh?" he queried, his digits tracing your wetted slit and making your whole body tremble against the table, "is it the middle of the month?"

you shook your head slightly, "i am not sure, sir".

"you are not sure?" he hummed, caressing your wet folds and teasing your bundle of nerves without actually giving you any simulation, "it seems like it, y/n. you are acting like a slut in heat."

without giving you a proper warning, he pumped two of his fingers inside of you. they slided in so easily that minho couldn't help but groan, feeling how your warm walls clenched around his digts aggressively each time he thrusted them deep inside you.

"i didn't even had to lubricate them from how wet you are," he mumbled, "aren't you embarrassed? getting turned on by being humiliated?"

you whined painfully at the lack of stimulation on your clit, bucking your hips against him as he fucked your cunt with his digits.

"sir, please," you quietly begged, trying hard to prevent the tears of frustration from falling down your cheeks, "i need you to rub me".

"i don't think you deserve it," the dark-haired teased you, pulling your hair even harshly while his fingers reached a deepest spot inside of you, "if you want to cum, you have to find a way to do so without using your hands because this is all you are getting for what you did earlier today".

you cried again, feeling the tension accumulating in your lower back but knowing that you were going to need more than the penetration of his fingers to cum.

both of your hands reached out for the edges of the table and you positioned yourself even closer to the corner you were bent over, grazing your throbbing clit against it.

"you look so desperate," minho laughed, his cock twitching inside of his pants as he witnessed the scene of your pathetic body humping the corner of the table while he fucked your cunt, "you really want to cum this bad, don't you?"

"i do sir," you whined, moving your hips and circles against his palm, "please make me cum, i need it".

"you need it?" he hummed, lost in the way your cunt dripped over the table, "you have to earn it, y/n".

you arched your back at his words, feeling how the tightened knot was going to come undone at any second now.

"what do i have to do?" you queried desperately, feeling the tears streaming down your face and your hardened nipples brushing against the table, "i will do anything you ask me to sir, please".

"degrade yourself," he commanded, giving you no further instructions, "you are such a smart girl and, by now, i am sure you know what i would love to hear".

even though the task was embarrassing, you were already too fucked out to even reconsider following his command. you had always been bold with every single on your partners, and today wasn't going to be the exception.

"what do you want to hear, sir?" you teased him between broken moans, "you want me to say that i am nothing but a needy slut?"

"keep on going" he demanded, the bulge in his pants suddenly becoming too painful to bear it.

"i am nothing but your little cumslut," you whined, feeling how your hips were starting to lose their pace as minho's digits increased theirs, "all i am useful for is to be filled with cum over and over again".

"you can let go," he breathed, feeling how your body was too close to your climax for him to deny it, "make a mess on my fingers and i'll force you to clean them afterwards".

with a high-pitched moan, your whole body started to tremble against him and the table. "such an obedient slut," he praised, "cumming only when i allowed her to".

you laid down on the table while trying to overcome your nerve-wrecking orgasm, a series of spasms taking over your body even minutes after cumming.

"thank you sir," you whispered, trying to recover your breath, "thank you, thank hou, thank you".

"are you really thankful, y/n?," minho mumbled turning you over and picking you up to sit you on the dinner table.

you simply nodded.

"why don't you show me your gratitude then?" he queried, his gaze fixed on your swollen cunt, "open up your legs and take my cock all the way in".

still dizzy from your previous orgasm, you followed his pleas. both of you still had almost all of your clothes on and, as weird as it sounded, it only made the scene ten times hotter.

it made you feel more humiliated, you would dare to say. your strap top completely pulled down and out of place, your wet panties on the dining floor and your pink skirt completely rolled up to have your cunt exposed were such a delightful sight to minho, one that was almost making him lose his senses.

"i want to know how thankful my dirty slut is," he grunted, unzipping his pants and freeing his veiny length, "by allowing me to do as i please with her".

you nodded eagerly, without thinking it twice and he couldn't help but let out a faint laugh at your despair. "you are more needy than i thought," he scoffed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, "allowing me to use you as i please only for a crumb of pleasure?"

"minho please," you whined, grinding your hips against it, "thrust it in me".

he clicked his tongue a few times, "that is not my name, y/n".

"sir, i am sorry," you corrected yourself, "sir, please, let me feel your cock inside of me".

"i would love to have you begging for hours on end for my cock," he groaned, gripping both of your thighs, "but after tonight, i am just too desperate to fill you up the way you deserve it".

slowly, minho's hips started to thrust his length inside you. the way his cock wss stretching your walls made you shed a couple of tears because it was way more painful than had expected it to be. nonetheless, he was quick to wipe them away with his fingers.

"you are going to have to get used to my cock," he hissed, immersed in the feeling of your tight walls welcoming him, "so i will fuck you as many times as needed for you to learn how to take it properly".

he barely moved inside of you but, wheter it was the overstimulation or pure neediness, you suddenly felt the knot on your stomach again.

"sir-" you gasped, wrapping your hands around his arms, "sir, i think i am going to cum".

"is that so?" he groaned, teasing you with a cocky smirk, "but i haven't done anything, y/n".

the only thing you needed was the slightest touch on your bundle of nerves and you were completely sure you were going to cum again.

it was embarrassing, yes, but it was also proof of how needy and aroused you truly were.

"fuck, fuck, fu-" you hissed, arching your back while you clenched around his thick length. just as if he was reading your mind, his right hand approached your clit with a swift movement and the tip of his digits grazed against it, earning a whiny moan out of you followed by a series of spasms throughout your whole body.

"all you need is your hole filled to cum?" he queried, forcing both of your thighs opened while his cock was still inside you, "i didn't even thrusted it completely and yet you made a mess all over me".

"i am sorry sir," you gasped, tears of bliss running down your cheeks, "i can't help it, i am feeling so fucking needy".

minho smiled at your words, pushing your thighs even further and slamming his cock inside you with no prior warning.

"fuck," you screamed in pain, arching your back and grasping for dear life to the table.

"shhhh, you don't want my neighbors to hear how much of a slut the babysitter is, do you?" he groaned, placing a hand on top of your mouth as he pulled himself out of you only to slam his cock into you again. "though i think you would like that, wouldn't you? having all the neighbors hear how much of a cockslut you are, begging for me to fill up your pussy with my cum".

another thrust and your sore cunt was already to overstimulated to take anything without a pinch of pain.

"i should've known better," he hissed, acquiring a steady –but rough– pace, "that time i interviewed you for the job, i just knew you were going to be a problem for me".

all the moans and whines escaping your lips were repressed by minho's hand on your mouth, forcing you to be quiet.

"you just looked to good, wearing that cute sundress and picking up the toys from the living room," he groaned, his dark gaze meeting yours that was clouded with tears of pleasure, "do you know how hard i had to control myself from bending you over and fucking you that day?"

his movements against your hips continued with a rough rythm, making your swollen breasts bounce to the point of hurting.

"i just wanted you to have you in my room with your legs spreaded and ready for me to use you," the dark-haired moaned, drops of sweat starting to form on his forehead and neck, "i wanted to fill you up with cum several times a day, having you begging for it like the desperate slut in heat you are".

you arched your back against him, desperarely gripping onto his arms as you felt your third orgasm approaching. he moved his hand from your mouth, allowing you to grasp from air and let out the obscene moans he had been repressing for the past minutes.

"i am cumming," you whispered quietly, your whole body shaking and your eyes rolling to the back of your head due to the overwhelming pleasure, "fu-".

you couldn't form a coherent sentence, let alone keep your eyes and legs opened for him. you gropped your breasts and pinched your nipples as you reached your high, feeling the sensations a hundred times more thanks to the overstimulation and the soreness of your chest.

"keep clenching around me," he breathed, going even deeper, "make me cum".

the overwhelming sensations of still being touched even after three orgasms were maybe too much, but you were determined to show him how thankful you were for his cock. spreading both of your legs opened for him, and attempting to look directly into his eyes, you knew exactly what he needed to cum.

and since you were truly thankful for the mindblowing sex, you had no choice other than indulge him.

"minho-" you breathed, bouncing your breasts and spreading your cunt for him, "please fill me up with your cum".

his gaze drastically changed from lust to a strong desire and his hips lost the steady rythm he had maintained for the past minutes.

"i want you to cum inside me", you cried, the sounds of his moans and heavy breathing sending you all the way to cloud nine. "remember how you said earlier that i was going to make such a great mom?" you queried in between broken words, panting and gasping for air, "i bet i would look so pretty, wouldn't i?"

minho moaned louder this time, his eyes closing while the veins on his neck became more and more prominent.

"always ready to be stuffed with your cum until it is leaking out of me," you whined, wrapping your hand around his neck and pulling him closer to your face, forcing his eyes open, "don't you want to breed me? i am so fertile, i bet it would only take you one attempt to get me pregnant, sir".

and just as if you had pushed the right button, minho came inside you. painting your walls white, his sticky, hot arousal was leaking out of you in no time. and as it leaked it out you, he pushed it back inside you.

"be a good cumslut and keep it all inside you," he breathed, pushing back your hair that was sticking to your forehead with sweat, "don't you dare to waste any drops".

you whined at the warm feeling, grinding your hips against it while trying to bear the overstimulation.

"thank you sir," you chanted again, catching your breath. he wiped away the sweat from your face and your chest, pulling out of you.

"i am glad you caught up on that," he murmured, still panting and referring to his unusual kink.

"i guess we have something in common," you admitted.

[duskholland]

Stuck With(out) You - Mob!Tom Smut

tom was having a really nice day until the metropolitan police decided to crash his date.            or, when the law finally catches up to london’s most notorious mobster, tom learns that nothing is fair in love and war.

word count ↠ 15k. warnings ↠ angst with a happy ending, alcohol, a car chase, extensive depictions of prison, violence (very minor injury detail), tattooing, pregnancy, bad language, smut! there are extended nsfw warnings below the cut but this is 18+ so minors please do not interact.  a/n ↠ this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken 100% seriously! similarly to every other fic I’ve written about mob!tom, I don’t condone any of the actions shown in this story and all depictions of the mob and prison are entirely fictional. please do not date members of the mafia even if they are tom holland !!!!! + this fic was conceptualised before the release of cherry, and there are no purposeful links to the content of that film! the image from esquire that I’ve used is what led me down this path lmfao...esquire I love/hate you. ++ the biggest thank you ever to the wonderful @uglypastels​ for helping me with the initial brainstorm on this one, and for just generally being so supportive as I’ve struggled with writers block :’) I wouldn’t have ever been able to think this up let alone have the motivation to write this without you, so thank you and ily z <3  +++ there is a pov change halfway through this fic! it is intentional and you should be able to see it pretty easily but I’m just flagging it so you don’t think I lost it halfway through ahahha. enjoy!

nsfw warnings ↠ car sex, soft!dom!tom ft minor sir kink, oral and fingering (fem-receiving), multiple orgasms with brief refs to overstimulation, minor pregnancy kink, unprotected sex ft cumshot. 

✧ *:･ﾟStuck With(out) You･ﾟ:*✧

There’s something wrong with you, and Tom can’t quite put his finger on it.

He wonders if it’s the wine. He’d spent hours debating the type of grape and ideal bitterness, scouring his memory in search of the perfect blend to share with you on your date. Eventually, he’d settled on the same deep red that he’d shared with you the first time he’d visited your flat, back when your love was just a small spark. Three years have passed since then, the nerves of early romance melted away and replaced by knowing and love, but the wine has recurred each time one of you has decided to treat the other, so what better blend to bring along to the picnic that Tom had so meticulously planned?

You haven’t touched your glass, and Tom—for all his confidence and charm—is deeply unsettled by this.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks for what feels like the tenth time, with brows furrowed so tightly his forehead aches. Tom reaches across the gingham blanket to join your fingers together, surprised to feel the clamminess of your skin as you gently squeeze his hand.

You hum. “I’m fine,” you say, voice devoid of any intense emotion. You sigh softly before bringing your eyes to meet Tom’s, and the man feels his heart constrict in his chest. You’re perfect, even with your hair messy from the light spring wind and the nerves that sit across your face. When you squeeze his hand again, and Tom glances down to see the engagement ring on your fourth finger, the ache in his heart sharpens.

He never knew love could be this fulfilling, nor so easy. Breathing is harder than it is to love you.

“Okay,” he replies. “Do you want to go home?”

You’ve been so quiet for the entire date, which is strange because usually, you match his energy effortlessly. Tom has been away for a few weeks doing business in Liverpool, and this date by the river is the first time you’ve been properly alone since he returned. He’d really expected you to enjoy the date—or, on a very basic level, at least look like you want to be here. With your quiet answers, avoidance, and nervous stares, he can’t confidently say that you do.

You shake your head. “No, no.” You fiddle with some of his rings before pulling your hand away from his. As you sit up a little straighter, you turn away from Tom to stare instead at the River Thames.

The river behind you is lit by the mid-afternoon sun and flooded with boats. It’s such a lovely day that Tom almost doesn’t notice the horrible brown tinge to the water. Lining the bank are small groups of people—families, friends, couples, tourists. They all stay clear of the two of you, undoubtedly wary of the security guards lingering near their boss. He rarely goes out so obviously like this, but you’ve always loved London, and he’d wanted to treat you. He’d wanted this to be a nice day.

“You know you can talk to me, don’t you?” he checks, voice catching slightly.

Your eyes snap up to his quickly. “Tom,” you say, voice wrapped endearingly around his name. Moving easily, you slip closer to him, carefully shifting around the food and the glasses until you’re close enough to reach out and touch his cheek. “I love you.”

Tom’s teeth graze his lower lip as he feels you pad your thumb across his jaw. “I know,” he murmurs, dropping his gaze. “I love you too.” He pauses for a few moments, savouring the closeness and the scent of your rosy spritz. He’d missed you so much that it almost hurts to have you so close again. “I know you have something on your mind, darling… Can you tell me what it is? I want to help you.”

“I…” A breathy exhalation follows. You bring your hand away from his cheek and rest it on the red silk material covering his shoulder. He’s in a loose designer shirt, the top two buttons unbuttoned and showing off the silver-linked chain he has hanging from his neck. “Tom, I just…”

“What?”

A small smile twitches at your lips. “Not here,” you seem to decide, voice a little stronger. “I have something I need to show you.”

“At home?”

“Yeah.”

Tom feels the weight rolls from his shoulders. It’s fine—everything is fine. You want to let him in, want to trust him with the cause of your anxieties. You still want him.

“Let’s go, then,” he decides, knowing he’s far too impatient to spend another hour laying by the river. Tom offers you a hand, and you take it. He tugs you away from the picnic setup with ease. He doesn’t need to bother with putting the things away—someone else will do it. Just one of the perks of his job.

“I missed you,” you say, smoothing your thumb over the back of his hand as you walk together towards the car. “It gets lonely without you in the house. Our bed is ridiculously huge without two people in it.”

Tom chuckles. “Good job I’m back now then, eh?”

The noise you release is stacked full of so much relief it makes Tom feel guilty for ever leaving to begin with. As he watches the bright, genuine smile flow across your face when you meet his eyes, he resolves to never leave for business again. Never. Not without you.

“A very good job,” you clarify. When you reach the car together, Tom holds the door open for you, ushering you in dramatically until you’re laughing and making fun of him for fussing. The only way he can stop you from your jovial whines is by leaning across the dashboard and pressing his lips to yours, so really he can’t complain. “This car is stupid, too,” you decide.

“Oh, that’s too fucking far,” Tom murmurs, glancing in the rear mirror as he peels away from the pavement. He’s glad the air between you has lightened. You seem happier now you’ve decided to spill your secrets. He rests his hand on the back of your headrest as he twists in his seat, eyes on the road as he reverses. “This car is a beauty.”

“This car is confusing,” you say, and Tom feels you staring at the flex of his bicep. “I tried driving it when you were gone.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm. Couldn’t even get it up the drive.”

“Well, not to be rude, darling, but it’s hardly fair to blame my beautiful car for the fact that you’re an atrocious driver.”

If looks could kill, Tom knows he’d be six feet under.

“Fuck you, Tom,” you seethe, but your voice is charged with laughter. “I take it back. I didn’t miss you at all. Go back to Liverpool, see if I care.”

Tom cackles. “Maybe I will,” he teases, “just to see how long it takes you to start begging for me to come back again.”

You grumble something incoherent at that, then the words between you lull into a comfortable silence. After a few moments, you shift your palm to rest on his thigh, your hand gentle, warm. Your fingertips trace tiny love hearts over his slacks.

“Don’t,” you say eventually, voice quieter. “Stay this time.”

Tom risks a quick glance to you, growing breathless in the depths of your eyes. “Of course,” he says, voice thick. Tom returns his gaze to the road, his chest feeling tight. “I’m never leaving you again.”

“I mean, you can leave sometimes if you want—”

“No. Never.” Tom’s cheeks ache. “I’m never leaving your side.”

“Alright, Tom.” You sigh lightly, feigning exasperation. “I guess there are worse things than being stuck with you.”

“I’m charmed, darling. So relieved you like spending time with your fiancé.”

You shift in your seat at that, and Tom doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re flustered. You’re always shyer around him when he mentions the fact that your futures are intertwined, almost unbelieving that he’d slipped that ring onto your finger. It doesn’t matter how many times Tom tells you that he cherishes you—you never quite make peace with the fact that he wants to chase the moon with you. That doesn’t mean he’ll stop telling you, though. You hang the stars in his sky.

“I love spending time with you, Tom,” you mumble. “And I hope that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t change how you feel about me.”

His eyebrows raise. “Wait— what?” Tom scrunches the tip of his nose up as he squints in your direction. “Y/N, what—” He pauses, concentrating on keeping his voice level. “Angel, nothing you could ever do would change the way I feel about you. Nothing.”

You smile quietly. “It’s not a bad thing,” you add, almost sensing his unease. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Perfect.” Tom sits a little straighter in his seat. “Then there’s nothing to worry about—”

Sirens cut into his words. Tom startles, glancing in the mirror to see a police car with a whirring blue siren perched atop the grimy vehicle.

“Tom,” you say slowly, voice filling with dread. Your tone sends shivers down his spine. “Did you do something?”

Tom bites his lip.

He’s been trying his best to stay above the law recently, but… Liverpool had been messy. Very messy. He hadn’t intended on things going quite as terribly as they had, but one thing had led to another, and he’d had to fuck a few things up. The crime is nothing as intense as he’s been booked for in the past, but he’d had to write a few irregularities into his taxes and business agreements to smooth over the waters. It’s not as bad as murder, but it’s tax fraud nonetheless.

Tom had thought he’d been fine. Apparently not. He’s been a hot target for the Metropolitan Police for years, and they’ve consistently unearthed every tiny discrepancy he’s tried to get away with. He should’ve been more fucking careful.

“Shit,” Tom mutters. As he brings his eyes back to the road in front of him, he realises the police car behind you has been joined by another two, closing in from side streets and boxing him in amongst the traffic. He swallows thickly. “I messed up.”

You curse. “Idiot,” you mutter. You sit forwards in the seat and start to point to a gap in the traffic, right across the square. “Go there,” you say, voice pitching higher. “If you go fast, you’ll make it.”

He could book it. Tom’s run away before, in situations of peril where the alternative had been the law and escaping would give him the chance to alter some books and clear his name. It would be easy to slam his foot on the accelerator and dive down side streets, dodging the thick London traffic.

“Tom!” you say again, voice stressed with desperation. “Tom, go!”

The gap in the traffic is narrowly closing, the window of time Tom has to zoom through and get to safety shrinking before his very eyes. If he was alone, he’d do it without a second thought, but you’re here.

You’re here, and that means he can’t be selfish. Tom couldn’t ever risk you, not with such a treacherous manoeuvre like the one that you’re suggesting, nor with the repercussions you’d face if he books it. You’d either have to come on the run with him, or you’d end up captured and grilled by the Met, and neither of those options is the types of things he’d ever bring willingly upon you. You would never deserve that, and he refuses to make it a possibility.

Tom slows down the car.

“Tom,” you say, shock filling your voice. “What are you doing? They’ll get you.”

He nods. “I want you to listen to me, very carefully,” he says quickly.

“But—”

“—Darling, please. Please.” Tom stops the car abruptly. He calculates he has mere seconds before the officers ditch their vehicles and start storming across the traffic to haul him from his seat. “Don’t say anything to them. They want me, not you.” He turns off the engine and grabs your hands, holding them close as he stares into your eyes. “Call Harrison. Whatever shit they’re bringing me in for won’t hold up for long. They’ve— they’ve done this before. They never win. We have backup plans for this crap.”

“Tom,” you whisper, eyes welling with tears, “but they—”

“I know. I know, baby. I know.” He presses quick kisses to your knuckles, clinging so tightly to your fingers it’s like he’ll drift away without your touch. “I’m sorry. I am so bloody sorry. I love you so much.”

His throat hurts. The sight of the pain in your eyes makes him hate himself for ever bringing you into this faithless way of life. He doesn’t give a fuck that he’s destined for a cell—Tom cares that he’s hurt you.

“I love you too,” you say. You lean closer, undoing your seatbelt and popping his too as you reach up to cup Tom’s cheeks in your shaky hands. “It’ll be okay,” you stress. “I’ll get you out of there, baby.”

You lean in closer to kiss him, and Tom aches. The scent of your perfume is overwhelming, and he feels fragile beneath the hold you have on his face. The kindness in your eyes makes it hurt even more. It’d be easier if you’d let fury consume you and spend these last sacred moments denouncing him instead of loving him, but of course, you’re not like that.

The car door opens, and Tom is hauled from the car the moment his lips touch yours. Before he can process it, he’s being pushed up against his car, stiff arms keeping him pinned in place. He closes his eyes, firming up his face and shoving down his feelings as he forces himself to dry up, become stoic. He won’t show weakness now he’s outside.

Tom hears you exit the vehicle a few moments later, the crash of the door coupled with a few scuffles. He drowns out the words of the officers whilst they reel off a list of fabricated crimes, smugness evident in their voices. Good for fucking them.

When they eventually release him, he’s cuffed and weaponless, his spirit bent in two. The metal of his car had hurt his face, but nothing breaks Tom’s heart more than the sight of you being held back by two officers, tears streaming down your face. You bring your hands into the shaky outline of a heart, and it’s the last thing he sees before he’s pushed into the back of a van.

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Tom’s day goes from bad to worse.

It’s clear that everyone at the station has been waiting for him to fuck up. He’s met with sly smiles and teasing comments as he’s reacquainted with some of his most despised wardens and guards. He’s held in a temporary cell for almost a day and quizzed on the shreds of ‘evidence’ they’d procured from his house during a raid, and though Tom declines to answer every single question they throw at him, their smugness never fades.

He walks into the trial already knowing he’s going to be locked up, and not even the sight of you beside Harrison and Harry on the benches soothes him.

Five years. He’s charged with five years.

Now, Tom isn’t worried. He knows he won’t actually be held in a cell for that long. He’s already had correspondence with Harrison, who’s assured him that he’s working on it, and there’s really nothing much to worry about. Tom has been in this situation twice before, and on both occasions, he’d been released in less than a month. The connections he’s built from his years heading up the mob are reliant and unwavering, and he knows he won’t have to serve even a fifth of his sentence.

The only difference between the times before and now is you, and Tom can only fucking pray that you don’t despise him for dirtying your name with his crimes. You’d been normal before him—a waitress, aspiring painter, an innocent. Despite your insistence that you love him with all strings attached, his guilt weighs him down. He doesn’t give a fuck about the law and whatever twisted loopholes the jury had bought, but he does care about you and what you think of him. That’s the hardest part.

Two weeks pass achingly slowly.

Prison isn’t that bad for Tom. He’s pretty fucking lucky, all things considered. He has friends here—blokes he’d met around town, most of whom are willing to welcome him in. A few of his old guys are locked behind bars with him, unwavering in their loyalty and more than happy to absorb him as members of their group. Those who don’t know Tom know of him. His reputation as a murderous, cold-hearted killer follows him inside, regardless of its falsity. Tom hasn’t taken a life in three years, but these men don’t need to know that.

“Holland! Get the fuck up. You’re in the gym.”

Tom glances up. He’s lying on top of his bed, one hand propped behind his head, the other holding open a book. He isn’t an avid reader like you, but you’d sent him a copy of your favourite book with scribbled annotations in the margins, and he’s been spending every hour since its arrival clinging to the pages.

He sighs as he puts the book down and stands from the lower bunk. He’s in with a young lad, Ollie, booked on a minor drugs charge. Why they’d paired someone on such a minimal sentence with a member of the mob, Tom will never understand, but the fear in the lad’s eyes every time he looks at him is enough to keep his wavering ego bobbing just above the waterline.

“Step away from the door.”

Tom does as instructed. A moment later, there’s a loud buzzer followed by the swinging of the heavy metal door.

In walks Luther, Tom’s archnemesis. If the inmates fear him, the guards despise him, and to be fair, Tom understands why. He’s a bit of a dick when he’s behind bars. Usually, when he’s free, he operates with a level of poise and charm that comes with his position as leader. He speaks to his men with a firm but kind hand, respects everyone he deems his equal and commands supreme authority without becoming a tyrant. However, when he has his freedom stripped away, and he has to bend to fit the system’s will, his attitude becomes… problematic.

“Holland,” Luther barks. A moment later, he appears in the doorway, coughing loudly, cheeks flushed a ruddy red. He snarls at Tom, his voice like jagged glass. “Come on.”

“You alright, mate?” Tom asks. “You sound fucking terrible.” He looks it, too, with a dripping nose and red-rimmed eyes. He looks ill.

Luther’s features sharpen. “Get over here now.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tom swaggers to the door and dodges a little as Luther cuffs him, the man digging the metal into his skin with extra ferocity. They start to march down the long, grey corridor towards the fitness suite, Luther prodding Tom forward with a hand digging into his back.

“How’s your wife?” Tom tries, tired of the echoing footsteps.

Luther sighs. “How’s yours?”

“She’s doing very well, thank you.”

The guard tuts. “Does she like having a criminal for a husband?”

“Does yours like being married to such a wanker— hey!”

Luther pushes him down the corridor with haste. “Quiet, Holland,” he mutters. “I’ve had enough of you.”

“Well, then it’s too bad you’re stuck with me,” Tom replies. “Did you know that if me being here annoys you so much, you could always let me go? That would sort out your problem.”

He barks a laugh. “Yeah? Let London’s most wanted convict escape?”

Tom raises a brow. “London’s most wanted?” he echoes. “Wow.” Pride seeps into his voice. “That’s an accomplishment.”

“Not a positive one. Self-absorbed bastard.”

It’s easy to laugh. Letting the comments bounce off his back is easier than admitting the jibe about you has irked him. Do you like having a criminal for a partner? Even Tom, for all the world has jaded him, knows no sane person would rest well with the knowledge that their significant other has lied, stolen, and killed. It doesn’t lie well with him, and he was born into this.

They reach the gym.

Tom sticks to the same workout regime he has at home. He does his cardio for twenty minutes on the wobbling treadmill, then sits around on the bench press and does curls with a few of the guys. He keeps quiet, his mind loud, only adding a few comments when necessary. His sullenness adds to his image, and he’s busy with thoughts of you. By the time he’s finished, he feels arguably worse than before. The endorphins from his workout are overshadowed by the guilt Tom feels, clawing at his heart, heavy and persistent in its certainty that he’s a lousy partner.

He can handle being a bad guy, but a bad man? A bad brother, bad friend, or bad lover? The opinions of the guards mean nothing to him, and neither does the law, but when it comes to the people he cares about, their opinions mean everything. Tom has let Luther get into his head, and whilst he knows that was the guard’s intention, the seed of doubt has been planted. As he pumps iron, he feels it grow, taking root, blooming taller.

“Holland. Time to go.”

He grunts as he stands. Sweaty and sore, Tom hobbles to the doorway, feeling considerably smaller than he had when he’d left his cell. The cuffs hurt his wrists as his hands are clasped back together, and the walk back feels even longer than before.

“You had a parcel delivered,” Luther says, breaking the silence. “It arrived last week.”

Tom’s eyebrows pull together. “Last week?”

“I thought I should hold it back until you’d settled in,” comes the patronising response. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you with too many new experiences, Thomas. Not that being in here is anything out of the ordinary for you, though.”

He feels his jaw twitch. He flexes his hand, knuckles burning for movement. Not yet, not yet. He has to wait, has to play the long game.

“You’re a dick,” Tom decides. He doesn’t care that he gets thrown roughly into the cell. He trips over the floor and barely manages to scrape himself to his feet, but he throws out a smirking “fuck you,” before the door slams shut. He’d follow it up with more snide remarks, but he becomes distracted by the sight of the parcel sitting on his bed.

It’s neat, despite the obvious intrusion into its contents by the guards. He flops onto his lower bunk, glad his cellmate is absent as it allows him to drop the ruse. Lips sagging into a frown, Tom rips open the package.

He releases a fragile sound as the contents pour across his duvet. Polaroids fall across the sheets, glistening slightly, neat and pristine. A lump comes to the back of his throat as he shuffles through them, finding images of you, Harry, Sam, Tess… The list carries on. For every person he can think of, there’s an image captured perfectly in time. He even appears in a few of them, with his hand around Haz’s shoulder or his lips pressed to your temple.

He finds a note attached at the bottom.

Tom, I thought you’d want some reminders of home while you’re away. We’re all looking forward until the day you can come home to us. Love you forever, Y/N <3

As Tom traces the edge of his nail along the outline of your face, his eyes well with hot tears. You always know what he needs, even when he doesn’t. You know him, inside out, and you’re continuing to support him, despite it all. He is indebted to you, and he knows already that as soon as he’s let out, he’ll spend every second of his life trying to repay that.

The seed of doubt burns away.

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Two weeks later, Tom finally gets to see you again.

The prison visiting room is fucking grim. Toned in sludgy shades of grey and brown, it’s about as ugly as it could be. There are window slits pressed high into the walls, but the primary source of light is from the musky bulbs set above each table. The chairs are uncomfortable, and the decor lacks inspiration. Tom often wonders if the room was designed to be as revolting as possible.

Despite this, as Tom shuffles into the room that smells suspiciously of plasticine, he couldn’t be happier. It doesn’t matter that his wrists ache from the cuffs, nor that the garish shade of orange clashes horrendously against his skin: you’re here, and that makes everything better.

You’re sitting at the table in the corner of the room, drumming your fingers pensively over the surface. His eyes catch on the glinting ring wrapped around your fourth finger, and the sense of longing that had settled in the hollowness of his chest is quickly burnt away. Sensing his movements, you glance up, and when your eyes meet with his, Tom feels his heart come home.

You raise a hand in greeting, smiling shyly, and he tries to look as non-threatening as possible. He knows the new buzzcut and the stupid get-up probably don’t help, but you don’t look at him like he’s any different.

As he draws nearer, Tom finds himself blinking a few times, questioning how long you’ve been separated. The version of you he has holed up in his memories pales in comparison to the woman that he sees before him now, but he can’t quite pinpoint why. You seem fuller somehow—vibrant, glowing, alive, your face doused in a heavenly glow and your skin bright with health. Your figure has changed slightly, and Tom can’t stop himself from running his eyes all over you, trying to memorise every tiny detail his memory had blurred away. You look so beautiful, every single part of your form enhanced and bright, and your chest—

Fuck, it’s been a long time.

“Y/N,” he exhales the moment he’s been pushed into his seat. His guard unclasps his cuffs, and Tom immediately reaches out across the table, almost moaning from relief when you wrap your fingers around his. Your skin is so warm.

“Tom,” you whisper. Emotion seeps into your voice, and he feels his chest crack as tears pool in your eyes. “Are you okay? I— I missed you.”

He hums, biting his lip. “I’m fine, baby. I’m okay. Are you?”

You nod quickly. “I’m okay too,” you say. “Things are strange without you, but we’re working around the clock to get you out of here.” You drop your voice slightly. “I think we’re near a breakthrough.”

Tom’s teeth brush his lower lip. “Good, good,” he says. “How’s Tess? And Harry, and the others? Are they looking out for you?”

“Yeah,” you say. You squeeze Tom’s hands tightly. “They’re all okay. Mainly just worried about you.”

He shrugs, trying to lessen the furrow in your brow. “‘M all good, darling,” he promises. “Don’t worry about me.”

Your eyes skate across his face. “I like your hair,” you say gently. For a moment, Tom thinks you’re going to try and reach out to touch the buzzed fuzz, but you seem to remember that anything beyond handholding is prohibited. You have to settle for a slightly suggestive smile. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, lovie.”

Your smile is sad but it’s still hopeful. Whatever emotions you’re feeling, it’s clear that you’re trying to smooth them away and keep them to yourself. “There’s something I wanted to tell you,” you say, easing into the words with difficulty. Tom watches as you look away, doubt casting across your face.

“What is it?” Vaguely, Tom remembers how skittish you’d been the day he’d been taken away, the memory distorted from the noise of everything else that had happened. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You bite your lower lip. “Uh, just first… how are you holding up in here? Like, actually. Don’t bullshit me and play the tough guy.” Your eyes are wide and persistent. “How are you actually doing?”

Tom blinks a few times. “Fine,” he shoots immediately. He clenches your fingers tightly in his, clinging on for a moment until he exhales. “I wish I could be here for you properly, though. It worries me that I don’t know what’s happening on the outside…” He hates being left out in the dark, but it isn’t your fault. It’s his. “I wish I could be a better boyfriend to you.”

“Fiancé,” you correct, the word soft like it’d left your mouth without thought. “You’re already a good boyfriend, Tom. I knew what I was signing up for. I wanted this back then, and I still do now.”

“Still,” he grumbles. He tries to even out the heaviness of the conversation with a smile. “I think about you all the time, baby. And the others too, but… mostly you. I just hate that I’m missing out on our life together.” He has to stop for a moment as he recollects his thoughts. “I’m sorry that I did this to us, and I’m sorry I let you down.”

You crack a wry smile. “You can’t change the past, Tom. You can only affect the future.” You pause, your expression hardening. “I need to know that you’ll go slower when you get out. I know this is your life, but some things need to change. We— I need you to stay out of trouble. Do you understand?”

He nods his head immediately. “Of course, of course. I don’t ever want to get arrested again, darling.”

You drop your voice. “I’m not saying you need to quit everything, just… get better safeguards and be smarter. I love who you are, Tom, but this…” You break off to gesture around, pointing vaguely at his cuffs, the jumpsuit, and the guards. “This isn’t good for you or for me. And I love you, but I won’t stay if you don’t try.”

It’s hard to hear, but he knows it’s what he deserves to hear. He knows you deserve to stand your ground.

“I know,” Tom says gently. “I’ll get clean when I’m out, Y/N. I promise. I’ll be a good man by you.”

You squeeze his fingers tighter. “You already are,” you promise, “and I love you so much, even when you’re being an idiot.”

He laughs breathlessly. “Thank you, darling.” Tom tilts his head to the side. “What was it you wanted to say?”

Conflict briefly colours your face, manifesting itself in the arch of your eyebrow and the biting of your lower lip. You inhale sharply, only to exhale again a moment later.

“I’ll tell you when you’re out,” you say softly.

Tom scowls. There’s no anger there, just confusion. “What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

You shake your head. “I… Pretend I never said anything,” you say. You follow it up with a quick, “if I thought you needed to know, I’d tell you.”

He doesn’t want to push it, so Tom lets the topic slip away. You sit together silently for a few minutes. It’s hard to talk, difficult to express how much he misses you, how much he’s sorry. He knows that you understand—you always do, and you have similar tears wobbling across your eyes. Talking can come afterwards when he’s out and he’s free. All he needs now is the feeling of your hand back in his.

The visit is over far too soon.

Leaving you is difficult. Tom isn’t allowed to hug you or go any nearer than the linked hands on the table, but you tug at his fingers until he feels the imprint of your engagement ring rubbing against his skin. He even manages to kiss your knuckles a few times before he’s pulled up from the table and cuffed again.

“Be on your best behaviour,” you say, soft with your parting words. “The lawyer says the better you are, the easier it’ll be to get you out early.”

Tom has a bit of his spark back. Even as he’s pulled back, he manages a devious smirk. “When am I ever not on my best behaviour, darling?”

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A few days later, Tom snaps.

To be fair, it isn’t really his fault. He’s pushed to the very verge of insanity, prodded at and provoked beyond the point of return.

It happens when he’s in the barber, huddled in the back corner of the room as he gets a new tattoo. Tom is used to the pain of the burning needles as he already has a few pieces on his arms and his hands, so he’s able to take the fresh marks to his knuckles as the ink stains black against his skin. However, he’s a bit on edge from the sharp buzzing, which is perhaps why he responds so negatively to the taunting he starts to receive. It comes from Toni and the rest of his snivelling gang. They’re all members of the East London mob, ruled over by Tom’s nemesis Gordy. Most of the time, they stick to their side and Tom sticks to his, but they’ve caught him in a vulnerable position, and Toni never seems to know how to pick his timing.

It’s basic teasing, instilled with a brutal hard edge that would phase him if Tom cared enough about their opinions of him. It doesn’t hurt him when people attack his character or his honour—Tom knows the truth about his life, and he couldn’t give two shits about an outsider’s opinion of him. However, he finds it a lot harder to grin and bear it when the man changes angle.

“Word is, a couple of our guys saw your missus out with Haz the other day,” Toni taunts. “He said they were getting real close if you know what I mean.”

Tom’s jaw flexes. The action is minute, but it doesn’t go undetected. Toni smirks.

“Eh, you don’t like that, do you?” The man steps a little closer and Tom tries to ignore him by looking down at the needle pressing into his fingers. “Don’t like the idea of your best friend hanging around your wife. Can you even trust them?” He breaks off, laughing coolly. “They think you’re so stupid, did you know that? You’ll get out of here, and they’ll have cut you out of everything—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tom murmurs. He flexes his right hand, shaking out his knuckles. With every passing day, he’s felt tetchier. He can feel his anger burning, churning deep within his stomach, growing brighter, harder. He knows he shouldn’t lean into it, but… He wants to. He craves that rush of the fight, selfishly so.

“But she’s not your wife, is she? You aren’t actually married. Have you ever thought that maybe she’s just using you? Maybe they all are? Look at you, Tom.” Toni breaks off to throw a disdainful hand in Tom’s direction. “You are so weak in here… How are any of your guys going to respect you when their leader can’t even stay out the slammer?”

The guy tattooing Tom’s hand finally pulls away, glancing up at him with knowing in his eyes. “You’re done,” he says. “Don’t do anything with that hand, though.”

“Thanks, man.”

Tom stands up, Toni mirroring him. The man looms in front of him, 6’2 and stocky. He’s larger than Tom in every respect, but he’ll never be the bigger man.

“Get out of my way,” Tom sneers.

“Make me, twat.” Toni smirks. “Or are you too much of a pussy to follow through on that as well?”

Tom sees red. Acting on the edge of adrenaline, he pounces, rushing the man and jumping with so much unexpected force that the larger man goes tumbling to the floor. Tom hears the shouts of the guards, but they pale in comparison to his need to straddle the man’s chest and make him pay. With each meeting of his fist with Toni’s face, Tom feels better. He’s never been an excessively violent person, but old habits die hard, and it’s so, so, so fucking easy to pummel the guy who dared breath an uncomplimentary word in his family’s direction. Tom would put the whole city six feet under if they so much as breathed wrong around his loved ones, so really, Toni had it coming.

The prison guards don’t agree.

He ends up in solitary, and when he’s put back into the normal population, Tom is given restrictions. He isn’t allowed visitors for a fortnight, and his calls are reduced to once a week. All other privileges he’d had are taken away again, and he’s relegated to the very bottom of the pecking order.

It’s still worth it.

When he’s finally allowed visitors again, Tom is surprised to learn that his next meeting isn’t with you or his lawyer. Things only make sense when he shuffles into the meeting room and sees his right-hand man settled in the corner, and if Tom had found the room drab before, it appears even more depressing with the addition of the blond man sitting in it. Harrison sucks the life from the room, any hints of happiness at being reunited with his friend overshadowed by the pinched expression on his face.

The guards don’t let Tom take off his cuffs. He has to sidle into the chair, falling into the heavy silence as he places his hands on the table. Metal links click, and Harrison just stares. He stares, and stares, and stares, his blue eyes almost black.

“So,” Tom eventually says. “Hello.”

Harrison’s jaw twitches. He brings his hands to rest on the top of the table, flexing them as he takes a moment to find the right words. “Tom,” he says, speaking very slowly. “You are a twat.”

He blinks. “Wow,” Tom mutters, chuckling slightly. “Okay. Good to see you too, mate.”

“Do you…” Harrison breaks off, groaning. His forehead develops angry ripples. “Do you understand how detrimental this has been to your case?”

Tom bites his lip, shaking his head slightly.

“You’ve been pushed to the bottom of the pile,” Harrison says, voice controlled but simmering with unspoken anger. “We were about to get your appeal passed for early release.” He sits back, crossing his arms as he shakes his head. “There’s been a penalty applied due to your stint in solitary. Your case won’t be assessed until it’s lifted.”

Tom feels his stomach drop. “Shit,” he mutters. “That’s not ideal.”

“No. No, it’s not.” Harrison sits forward, leaning on his hands. “You are a bloody idiot. Stop acting like a child… Why… Why did you even attack him? You must have known this would happen. Are you stupid?”

He doesn’t like the patronisation in his tone. Tom’s already beat himself up enough about this in solitary. He doesn’t need Harrison questioning his judgements, doesn’t appreciate his friend breathing down his neck so obviously.

“He deserved it,” Tom says firmly. “I would do it again.”

“You can’t. You absolutely cannot.”

“I think you’ll find that I can, Harrison.” There’s a stupid smirk on his lips now. Tom’s missed being a little shit to his friends. He knows it’s not the time, but he’s vibrating. The callous concoction of shame, anger and isolation make him volatile and abrasive. “I’m pretty sure I can do whatever the fuck I want, actually.”

The expression that mars Harrison’s face looks very out of place against his demeanour. The man is in a long black trench coat with a tight grey turtleneck layered beneath it. He has a few pendants hanging from his neck, the gold metal bringing out the warm tones in his curls, mussed in a way that screams of old charm and perfect romance. Harrison’s illusion of control falters only under the pressure of the anger that manifests itself so clearly on his face.

“Tom.” Harrison bangs his fist on the table. The ring wrapped around his pinky clangs against the wood. “You can’t keep this up. If you do, the case gets pushed further, and that is unacceptable.”

Tom scowls. “Well, Haz, last time I checked, I was the one who has to deal with the consequences of my actions. Not you.” He can’t stand the expression of condescension hanging over Harrison’s face. “If I want to throw a few punches, I bloody well will. You have no idea what it’s like in here. No idea at all.”

Harrison’s angered expression fades a little, but only for a moment. When Tom hardens the curve of his eyebrow, Harrison devolves into irritation again, almost snarling as he narrows his eyes. “Your actions affect everyone in your life,” he snaps. “Stop pretending you’re the only one paying for the things that you’ve done.”

“I’m the one with the cuffs, Harrison. I’d say I’m paying considerably more than anyone else.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah? Tell that to the men who had their property searched and their possessions seized. Tell that to your family, who continue to be pulled in for questioning. Tell that to Y/N, who—” he breaks off awfully quickly, cheeks flushing slightly. “Nevermind.”

Tom’s blood goes cold. “Y/N?” he repeats sharply. “What about Y/N?”

“Nothing.”

He sits up straighter. “What about Y/N, Harrison?”

“Nothing.”

Tom is angry now. “Tell me right now or god help me, I will find a way to kill you.”

Harrison rolls his eyes, then covers the movement with a sigh. “I can’t. It isn’t my place.” He seems regretful as he jumps in to add, “she’s fine. She just needs you. We all do.”

The guilt returns. It falls over Tom like a wet blanket, extinguishing his frustration and leaving him cold. “Does she… Does she hate me?” He’s looking down at his cuffs.

“What— no. No, Tom.” Harrison looks guilty for the first time, but at least he isn’t confirming Tom’s deepest insecurities. “Nothing like that at all. Just… Listen to me, alright? You need to behave. I know it’s hard in here, I know that, and I understand it must be frustrating. You just… You can’t let that rule you, Tom. You have to look at the bigger picture. You need to come home, and the sooner the better.”

It’s easier said than done, but he knows Harrison is earnest with it.

“Fine,” Tom grumbles. “I’ll behave.”

Harrison nods. “Thanks, mate,” he mutters. “We all miss you, myself included.” He glances up at him, eyes finally back to the cool blue tones Tom grew up beside. “It isn’t the same without you around.”

Tom manages a tight smile. “I miss you too.”

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IT’S BEEN THREE MONTHS since Tom was taken away, and you are miserable.

Every day has been the same. You wake up, nauseous and alone, always on Tom’s side of the bed despite forcing yourself to fall asleep on your own. The mornings are a blur of paperwork and phone calls that follow you into the afternoon. You work around the clock, Harrison, Harry and Sam at your side as you go over Tom’s case, again and again, only stopping when night falls, and one of you throws in the towel.

You had been so close to springing him until he’d gone and got himself demoted to solitary, and there’s not a morning that you don’t think about that. You’d submitted the appeal, stacked full of so much evidence that there was no way the judge would deny him freedom, only for Tom to get into a fistfight the day before the hearing. Just like that, the floor had vanished from beneath your feet.

You’d taken it badly, the others too. Losing Tom to the judge’s gavel had been hard enough, but for his escape to be taken away by his own actions hurt a thousand times worse. You know it’s worse for him, being alone in a cell, but that doesn’t stop the bitterness seeping into your mouth every time you think about the lost chance. Harry and Sam had been incensed, their anger fuelled by the void of a missing brother, and you know Harrison’s frustration comes from similar veins.

Even now that Tom’s served his time in solitary, the frustration lingers on, manifesting itself in the way none of you could decide who should go and visit him first. Under normal conditions, you would’ve been there in a heartbeat, but… Things have been complicated, even without recent events, more so than they’d been when you’d visited two months ago. When Harrison had bitten the bullet and volunteered himself, all of you had been more than happy to let him go.

He’d left this morning, and the house has been quiet ever since.

You’re sitting up in one of the spare rooms as you wait for Harrison to return, your back aching and your mind spinning. You twirl the rings on your fingers as you think, taking turns alternating between your engagement ring and the silver signet rings you’d taken from Tom’s dresser. Keeping him close makes everything easier. You’d take any reminder of him you could get, be that his rings, his shirts, his cologne, or…

The baby.

You shift a hand down to sit on the swell of your belly. Tears prick your eyes as you let them close, a frustrated sigh tumbling past your lips.

You’re four months pregnant, and that throws a spanner in the works.

Sure, you would’ve tried equally as hard to get Tom released under normal conditions, but the biological countdown that has now been sprinkled into the mix has only given everything an air of desperation. Even if it isn’t you vocalising what everyone else is thinking, the fervour to get Tom out before it’s too late is there. You can see it in the way Harrison never lets you go anywhere unaccompanied, and Harry and Sam have been working nonstop to get their brother’s freedom. Everyone around you is aware of how vital Tom’s release is, even when the man himself remains oblivious.

Exhaling gently, you shift around on the cosy armchair. The nursery smells of fading paint, and as you move around, you glance at the messy borders of the walls. The sex of your baby is still a mystery to you, but a few days ago, the twins had freshened up the room with a shade of light green whilst you and Harrison were in court. Neither of them is particularly artistically inclined, but they’d done a pretty decent job, all things considered.

Tom’s family have all been good to you—very kind. You haven’t felt alone, even with half your heart locked away in the outskirts of London. It just hasn’t been the idyllic pregnancy you’d dreamt about with your fiancé.

Guilt falls across you as you look down at the rising swell of your belly.

It’s been hard trying to decide whether or not to tell Tom what you’d tried to come clean about three months ago, down by the Thames. You’d wanted to tell him when you’d gone to visit him, but you couldn’t find the heart to come clean and admit that he’s missing out on the one thing he’s waited for his entire life. Telling him would hurt him immensely, and he’s already hurting being away from you. You don’t want to tell him until he can be part of it, and with that uncertainty present, you’ve kept your lips sealed.

Visiting him today in place of Harrison is all you really wanted to do, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You’re vulnerable and explosive, and you want to come clean to Tom when the situation is better. There would be nothing worse than storming into that dingy meeting room, flaunting your obvious pregnancy but being too distracted by your anger at your fiancé to explain everything else. You won’t hurt him like that by taunting him with the one thing he wants but can’t have. You refuse to.

All you can do is hope that he forgives you for holding the information back, pray that he understands your motivations, and, above all, hold onto the hope that he’s there when your child comes into the world.

“Y/N? Where are you?”

Blinking yourself from your reverie, you look up through the open door.

“In here, Sam.”

A moment later, Tom’s younger brother appears in the doorway. The man looks as exhausted as you feel, deep shadows hanging beneath his hazel eyes. When he sees you, his mouth pulls into a small smile and he lifts his hand in greeting, and you can tell that he’s trying. You try to match him by sitting up a little straighter and smiling back.

“Hey,” he says. “I was just… bored, I guess. Thought I’d come and check on you.” Doubt briefly flickers across his face. “Is that okay? Are you busy?”

“I’m bored too,” you admit. You stand from the armchair and groan as you stretch your arms, your stiff back aching. “Do you want to do something?”

Sam grins. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “Can we try the mural?”

Wincing, you manage a smile. “Okay… But if it looks terrible, I will paint over it.”

“As if. I’m the artistic one here, Y/N. Just be glad Harry’s still away.”

“Did someone mention me?” Harry’s voice rings through the air, startling you. With a hand clutching your heart, you look to your side in time to see Sam’s twin taking his place at your side. Where Sam is in a shirt and tie, Harry is clad in a pair of deep denim dungarees. He offers you a rusty smile. “We’re just filling in these lines, yeah?”

Sam’s the one to nod. He gestures at the wall and you notice the faint outlines, scratched in pencil. “Be precise,” he informs, “it took me bloody ages sketching it.”

Harry rolls his eyes, shooting you a silent smirk. “Yes, sir,” he mutters. “Anything you want, sir.”

“Fuck off.”

Harry pulls a face. “Well,” he says, looking at you pointedly, “I hope you’re keeping a record of how many times Sam is swearing around the baby, Y/N.”

Brows furrowing, you pick up a paintbrush. “Why would I be doing that?”

The ginger grins. “Just betters my case for being the better uncle,” he says.

“Oh, what? Don’t you mean the boring uncle?” Sam chides, bristling beside you.

Harry laughs. “I will be the favourite uncle. I don’t care what you say, Sammy. Both of us know it.”

Rolling your eyes at the argument you’ve heard a thousand times before, you give them both a nudge. “Shh,” you plead. “Paint, don’t fight.”

Sam shoots you a soft smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

With a smile lingering on your lips, you watch as Harry puts on one of his playlists, then relax as the three of you get to work. None of you say anything, but the air is full enough—tickled to life with Sam’s quiet whistling and the sound of paintbrushes thick against the wall. You concentrate on the intricate details of the mural, like the outlines of the clouds and the spirals of the grass, and marvel at how wonderful it is to be so content in silence. It’s indicative of how tight your bond has grown, you think.

No longer despising solitude, you’ve found a comfortable middle ground around the men. You and Tom’s inner circle have learned to work together well, stringing together complex case files as you’ve organised accounts. Nothing you’ve been doing recently is legal, but you would’ve left a long time ago if you genuinely cared about the law. You can stomach a few fixed accounts if it means Tom gets to walk free—you can stomach a whole lot more than that, actually, for Tom. You’d set the whole world on fire just to see him smile.

Like the splotchy mural covering the walls, your team has got the job done. Your case for the court is watertight, if a little messy, but you know it’ll be enough to spring Tom. It has to be. You need him, and your child needs him. Everyone in the house needs him.

“Guys? Where are you?” Harrison’s voice joins the mix just as you’re stretching up to flick a few rays of gold into the sun. Harry is at your feet, crouching on the balls of his feet as he tries to paint a few red flowers to the sprigs of grass.

“Nursery,” Harry calls out.

A few moments later, Harrison joins you. You fail to meet his eyes as the focused man sweeps into the room, billowing coat swirling around his feet. His expression is terse as he jerks off his jacket and grabs a paintbrush, dipping the tip in a bit of sky blue paint before standing at the end. You don’t rush him. He’s vibrating with something, his face flushed and his eyes dark, so you give him space.

A few minutes pass, illustrated by Harry’s playlist and the colours of the rainbow. Just when you’re beginning to worry, Harrison speaks.

“Tom is an idiot,” he states, drawing a laugh from one of the twins.

You bite your lip. “Did you explain?” you ask.

Harrison nods. He glances at you, and you note the fleck of purple paint pressed into the pale arc of his cheek. “He said he wouldn’t do it again,” he tells you. “He was angry, though. I think he’s having a bad time.”

Harry hums. “It’s hard in there,” he mumbles. “Was he still himself?”

The blond nods. “Yeah,” he says. “As snarky as ever.”

Sam smirks. “That’s Tom, alright.”

“Good news, though,” Harrison adds. “I went to the courthouse on my way back.”

“Oh?” You look away from your cloud, your heart skipping a beat. “And?”

“And,” Harrison continues, a semblance of a smile twitching across his lips, “I submitted the appeal again. They said they’d probably process it next week. So, if things go according to plan this time, he might be out by next Friday.”

You almost drop your paintbrush. Eyes widening, you turn to face him properly. “Wait, really?”

Harrison’s expression softens. “Yeah.” He puts his paintbrush down, tugging yours from your fingers as if he can tell you’re close to dropping it. “He’s almost out, Y/N.”

Relief spills across you, uncontrollable and overwhelming. Closing your eyes before those easy tears can fall down your cheeks, you step closer and push your way into Harrison’s embrace. He’s ready and waiting for the action, eager to comfort his friend.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Harrison’s chest is warm, and though his hugs aren’t as good as Tom’s, you’ve come to rely on them. You’ve come to rely on all of them. “That’s amazing news.”

“Mhmm.” He squeezes you. “This nightmare is almost over.”

“Thanks, man,” Harry speaks up. You pull away from Harrison’s hold when you hear the quivering tones in his voice, quickly glancing to the man to find him glassy-eyed and flushed. Biting your lip, you extend a hand towards him.

A group hug unfolds, as it’s had the tendency to do since Tom was taken away. The first time had been stoic and cool, with frozen elbows and embarrassed shuffling, but slowly, each one of them has loosened. They’re tough men, burdened and hard, but love ties them to you, and at your request, you know they’d do anything for you. You also know that they all enjoy the physical comfort more than they’d ever let on.

It’s been hard without Tom, and you’d do anything to have him back, but if there’s anything his absence has taught you, it’s that his brothers have become your brothers as his best friend has become your own, and you’ve never really been alone.

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Tom’s release day comes quickly, hidden behind the retrial and the quick-paced days in court. It’s busy at the trial, and spaces are limited, so Harry and Sam attend in place of you and Harrison. You get them to take in a few letters for Tom and pass on your condolences for your absence, but you don’t allow yourself to get too hung up on it. When Tom’s release is announced, the weight that rolls from your shoulders is immediate.

As you wait outside the prison, you try to find solace in the rays of the mid-afternoon sun. It’s quiet in the car park, allowing you to ruminate in peace, and though you’re comfortable resting against the bonnet of Tom’s car, your thoughts are far from restful.

Anxiety weighs heavily in your chest, mixing with your excitement and creating a volatile concoction. You find yourself pacing, biting back your nerves as you try to reason with yourself. Draped around your shoulders is a long coat that obscures your bump, chosen as you’ve decided you don’t want to overwhelm Tom with too many things at once. You hope it does the job. The coat twitches in the wind as you walk, noisy and obnoxious.

Things around you are still until there’s a sudden, loud buzzing noise from the prison compound. You jerk your head around to see two men leaving the main building, small in the distance but gradually growing larger. They’re still enclosed in the fenced courtyard, but they’re on their way to the exit, and every rational thought you have flies from your mind as you see him. Tom. Your Tom.

He’s in the clothes he’d been arrested in—red shirt, black slacks, shiny shoes. Looped around his hands is his Rolex and his rings. Tom seems almost identical to how he’d been on that cursed day, just his head is buzzed and he looks a little smaller. He’s carrying himself with confidence, though, and when he looks fervently around the car park and spots you, his entire face swells with happiness. The sight of that large, lovely smile hanging from his lips brings immediate warmth to your eyes.

Every breath is easier now you have him in your sights. Overwhelming love gluts your insides, warm and emotive, choking you up. It takes everything in you to stay still as you wait for Tom to finish talking with his guard, a tall man you recognise from all of his stories, Luther. Tom’s smirking in a way that’s obviously infuriating, and the guard doesn’t hesitate to give him a light punch as your boyfriend saunters out of prison, leaving the compound with a swagger to his stride and a smile the size of Saturn.

The sight of Tom jogging towards you breaks you from your reverie, and you push yourself away from the car to meet him somewhere in the middle. Nothing matters until you’re colliding with his front, finding warmth in his arms, feeling his entire body shake as his tears fall into your hair. Nothing matters unless it’s him.

“I missed you so much,” you whisper. Your grip on the back of Tom’s shirt is hard, a violent sprawling across your knuckles, but you won’t let go. You’re giddy with love. “Fuck, Tom, I missed you so, so much.”

You pull away from his chest and look into his eyes, your lower lip wobbling as you note the fresh tears on his face. You use your thumbs to brush beneath his cheeks, flicking away the tears as you clean up his handsomeness.

“I missed you so much more,” he promises. Tom brings a hand to rest on the back of your head, breath hitching as he meets your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He kisses you, and it’s so intense you end up pressed against the side of the car. Tom moans with relief as he strokes his fingers over the side of your face, delicately reacquainting his lips with yours as they meet again and again. You keep your hands gliding over his back, his arms, his shoulders, letting your tongues come together as tears flow down your cheeks. The kiss is everything and nothing, familiar and new. The kiss says I missed you. It says I thought about you every day. It says I would wait a thousand dawns if it meant I got to wake up beside you again, but thank fucking god you’re here right now because I missed you more than I ever thought was possible.

“Baby,” Tom murmurs. He pulls away but keeps your foreheads pressed together, the cool tip of his nose brushing yours. “You’re so perfect. I missed you so much that it hurt me.”

He tries to move closer, but you become aware of the pressure to your belly, so bring a gentle hand to push his shoulder away. Hurt immediately floods to his eyes, his expression twitching as Tom takes a few steps back.

“Tom,” you say, voice soft. “I need to tell you something.”

Tom’s jaw twitches. “What is it?” he whispers.

“A good thing,” you clarify. You reach up to wipe the residue of your tears away, then bring your hands down to the tie of your jacket. Biting your lip, you take a steadying breath. “I hope you aren’t angry that I didn’t tell you sooner,” you preface, “but I did it for you.”

Tom nods intensely. “Okay,” he says. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s fine. I’m… I’m here, okay? For anything. It’s me and you. Just… me and you forever.”

A smile flickers across your face. “Me and you, and…” You gently open the front of your coat, then reach out for Tom’s hands. Guiding them slowly, you bring the warmth of his palms to rest on the rise of your bump.

“Wait…” Tom shifts his hands around your belly before staring up at you, slack-jawed. He doesn’t try to hide the obvious tears in his eyes. “You’re…?”

Nodding your head is easier than trying to speak.

“Oh god.” Tom sniffles. “What?” He immediately drops to his knees in front of you, his fancy dress trousers getting dirty in the dust. “How— how far along?”

“Almost five months,” you whisper. “I found out right before you got back from Liverpool. I was going to tell you when we went on that date, but…”

“But I fucked up.” Tom sounds wrecked, his aching eyes fixed on the curve of your belly. “I fucked everything up. I… I left you alone for this entire time, and you had to do this all without me.” He rests his forehead against your bump, very, very gently, and you see him close his eyes. “I am a terrible partner.”

Rolling your fingers over the scruff of his hair, you guide him up to look at you. It’s second nature as you roll a thumb over his cheekbone, trying to instil the action with love and reassurance.

“I’m not angry,” you tell him. “You didn’t know, and you didn’t get arrested on purpose. If anything, you should be angry at me for keeping this a secret.” Your teeth catch your lower lip. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but I thought telling you would only make things worse. I’m sorry.”

Tom shakes his head. “No, no. Don’t apologise.” He rests a hand on your leg, the other still on the curve of your front. “I’m sorry.” He drops his voice and looks at the bump. “And I’m sorry to you too, little one.” He nudges his mouth forward and deposits a soft kiss to your stomach. “I love you too.”

Digging one of your hands into your coat pocket, you pull out a photo. “Here,” you urge, handing it to your boyfriend. Tom takes it after a moment, his eyes slow to move away from your front.

He releases a noise somewhere between an exclamation and a choke, nimble fingers gripping the image from your ultrasound. His cheeks flush a brilliant rose.

“When was this?” he whispers.

“At three months,” you reply. You continue to run your hand over the top of his head, trying to soothe him as he absorbs so much information at once. “I went with my mum and Haz.”

“Haz?”

You nod. “Harry and Sam lost a bet.”

Tom hums. He looks between the photo and your bump, then nudges forward to kiss the rise again. His lips are so warm you can feel them through the material of your dress. “Have they been looking after you well enough?”

A light laugh slips past your lips. “Yeah,” you promise. “They helped so much, Tom. It was hard at first… Really hard. Especially when we thought you’d be in there for five years, but… Things worked out.” You have to pause to gather your thoughts. “We converted one of the rooms into a nursery. There’s still stuff left to do, and we can do that together, of course, but… They were all really helpful.”

“Good.” Tom looks up at you, still kneeling, and your hand slips down to cup his face. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “I wish I could’ve been here for all of this.”

Shrugging gently, you squeeze his face. “You can be here for the rest of it,” you promise. “And, I guess… If we have another one, you’ll be there for all of that, right?”

“Of course, darling.” You smile as Tom tilts his lips to knock against the side of your palm.

“So it’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Chuckling softly, you nod. “Yes,” you promise. “I love you, and I’m so happy this has happened for us, even if the timing was difficult.” Feeling yourself well up, you exhale slowly. “We’re going to be parents, Tom. Isn’t that crazy?”

“It’s brilliant.” Tom’s eyes sparkle. “I’m going to be a father.” He blinks. “What the fuck.”

Laughing, you move your hands to the crown of his head. “Yeah, it’ll take a while to get used to that.”

“I’ll get there,” he states. Tom returns his attention to the bump. “Hey, little one,” he coos, voice all silk and amber tones, “it’s going to be the biggest honour of my life being your dad.”

Tom spends a while at your feet, speaking softly to you and your bump, and you keep your hand resting on the back of his head. He’s weary when he finally climbs to his feet but regains some of that spark when you step forward to kiss him. You don’t mean to make it as heated as you do, but it hasn’t only been your heart that’s missed Tom. You’ve craved him, constantly, during every single lonely night, and now that he’s here, you’re willing to take everything you can get.

“I love you,” you say, hushed against his mouth.

Tom’s teeth brush over your lower lip, and you moan when he tugs. There’s a fervour to it, hot lust burning through sensitive emotions. He releases your lip and pulls back to stare at you, his eyes rippling darker.

“I love you too,” he murmurs. He brings his hands to your waist, pulling you closer. “I love everything about you.”

Your mouths come back together, and it’s messier than before, your lips wettening as your kisses become wilder. Tongues dance and teeth clash as your body temperature starts to rise. Now you’ve moved through the emotional reunion, you’re left with an underlying pulse—a heat throbbing persistently between your legs. The fire builds as you hear Tom’s grunts and feel the desperation in his hands when they grab at your sides and jerk you closer, his mouth devouring yours until your lips are puffy and tender. You’re greedy, chasing more, desiring everything you’ve missed out on in the months you’ve been apart from your lover.

“Darling,” Tom murmurs, breaking the kiss to whisper hotly against your lips, “I missed you, but if you keep this up, we’re not going to get home.”

Desire takes hold of you. “Who said I wanted to go home?” You push in closer, shifting slightly until you’re able to feel the hardness of his crotch pressing up against your thigh. The familiarity of it all makes you inhale sharply. You drop your tone, trying to seem coy as you speak, “I don’t think you understand how badly I needed you whilst you were away, Tom. I missed you.”

The tips of his teeth glint as he arches his brows. “Well…” Tom mumbles. “I owe you about four months of lost opportunities.” He swallows, briefly breaking from the lust-filled headspace to look guilty. You smooth it away by reaching down to squeeze at his hands. “If my radiantly stunning fiancé decides she wants me to start repenting for that now, then who am I to stop her?”

Rolling your eyes, you step away from the car. “You’re a suck-up,” you taunt. You plant a light kiss to his lips. “C’mon,” you urge. “The car.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “The backseat?” he teases. “Shit, angel. You must be desperate.”

Warmth tickles your face. “Shut up.”

Tom smirks deviously. “It’s okay,” he soothes. He darts forward to open the car door for you, resting his hand on your lower back as you step forward. “I’m just as desperate as you, baby.”

“I hate you,” you murmur. Tom follows you into the car, shutting the door behind you both. You wait for him to sit before straddling his lap, your legs stretching until you have a shin planted on either side of his thighs. The position is comfortable, with enough space between your bump and his chest for you to breath, and you whimper as Tom bends nearer to ghost his lips over yours.

“No, you don’t,” he murmurs.

You want to tease him, but you couldn’t even if you wanted to. You’re alright with too much adoration to even think about pressing it down.

“I really don’t,” you agree.

Tom makes a soft noise of vindication, the tip of his nose brushing yours for just a moment until he’s bearing down and bringing your lips together. You sigh, reaching up and urging him closer. His lips are lovely, and you enjoy kissing them for a while, but then you find yourself distracted by the open expanse of his neck. With his hair buzzed, you’re keenly aware of his throat, pale and sensitive, and if there’s one thing you remember about your boyfriend, it’s his affinity for lovebites.

You bring your lips to the side of his neck, nuzzling your mouth against the long, pale stretch of his throat. Smirking against his skin, you start to suckle deep hickeys against the side of his neck, revelling in the throaty gasps Tom deposits into the air in response.

“Fuck, darling,” Tom whines. He has a hand on your back, urging you closer. When you graze the tips of your teeth against his skin, he whimpers. “Shit. More.”

“More?” you tease. “Forgotten all your manners, Tom?”

He growls. The hand on your back shifts to the back of your head, and he jerks you ever closer. He’s still mindful, especially of the bump laying between you, but he knows just as well as you that you aren’t a piece of porcelain; you like being tugged around. You’ve missed it.

“Give me what I want, and maybe I’ll return the favour.” He says it like you’re oblivious to the desperation in his words. You decide to oblige him.

“Okay,” you murmur. You look up to meet his gaze, his honey-brown eyes full of appreciation. For a moment, it knocks you off balance. It’s so strange readjusting to having Tom back—almost overwhelming to be able to touch someone who had existed only in your memories for so many weeks. You drop your head and give him what he wants.

Tom’s skin tastes clean, and it smells distantly of pinecones. He groans, fisting at your hair and holding you close as you kiss and suck along his skin, drawing deep hues to the surface of his neck. He shifts in his seat, basking in the pain and whining every time you soothe a fresh mark with the warmth of your tongue. You keep your hand resting on his hair, the cropped length of his buzz prickly and coarse beneath the pads of your fingertips.

“Oh god yeah,” he murmurs, voice mingling with the wet noises coming from your lips. “Your mouth is so fucking good, baby. I missed it.” Grunting, he brings a hand to your waist, squeezing the flesh of your hips hard. “I thought about you all the time in there.”

Tom releases his hold on your hair and begins to stroke his hands over your back. As you continue to mark his neck, he starts to tease you, gradually dropping the heat of his palms lower and lower. You can’t stop yourself from bucking down into his hold, moaning against his neck as he grabs handfuls of your ass.

“Tom,” you break off to whimper, panting softly. You feel dizzy on the taste of his skin. “You’re being mean.”

“Mean?” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “How am I being mean?” Tom squeezes the curves of your figure, his slender fingers warm against your skin. You’re in a dress, the material thin, and he doesn’t hesitate to curve his hands beneath the hem and bring them to rest over your panties. “You’re the one who wanted to come in here and get your hands all over me… I’m doing what you asked.” He breaks off, chuckling darkly. “That’s not how things usually work, though, is it?”

The air between you shifts.

You pull away from Tom’s neck, your mouth inflamed and throbbing. You have to dig your teeth into your lower lip to muffle your whimper when Tom brings a hand to the front of your legs, gently brushing two of his long fingers over the front of your panties. He’s teasing with it, eyes alight with deviousness, jaw set in a determined line.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “Maybe I want to be in charge this time.”

Tom laughs gently. “Oh, yeah?” He rubs your cunt a little faster, causing you to suck in a sharp breath as you feel the delicate pressure on your clit. The contact makes your passage clench, growing wet enough to dampen the front of your panties. “So you don’t like this, hmm? You don’t want me to follow through on everything I have planned for you?”

“What have you got planned?”

He tuts. “Oh, I’m not going to tell you, angel. That’d be too easy. Either you want me to be in charge, or you decide to call the shots.” Tom smirks as he feels you buck down against his hand. Maybe if the circumstances were different, you’d find the strength to push back, but you don’t. It’s been so long, and your cunt is weeping already just from the husky tones in his voice.

“You’re in charge,” you whisper. The vindicated smirk he flashes in response is enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Damn right, baby.” Tom moves his hands away, pressing them to your waist instead. “Can you lay down for me, please?”

You shuffle across the car seat as instructed, Tom shifting until he’s kneeling in the footwell of the backseats. It’s a good thing the car is obscenely huge, otherwise, the already-cramped fit would be unworkable.

Draping your legs over Tom’s shoulders, he pushes the hem of your dress up, bunching it just above your bump. The hungry fire in his eyes fades slightly.

“Is this okay? Are you comfy?”

“It’s fine,” you soothe. “Are you okay down there?”

Tom nods. The scruff of his buzzed head scratches against your inner thighs. “I’m bloody perfect,” he responds. “Can I touch you?”

“Please do.”

The tip of his nose nuzzles against your covered clit. “Perfect,” Tom purrs, his breath hot against your panties. “I think it’s time I remind you who owns this fucking pussy… As hot as it was when you were trying to tell me what to do, it’s not on.” He brings his mouth away from your core, and you whimper as his tongue laps gently across your thigh, the muscle deliciously slippery. “I’m the one calling the shots.”

You’re throbbing, every inch of you aching for his touch. The burn is visceral—pulsing, wet. “Yes, sir,” you return. Tom’s eyes snap to yours. “Do whatever you want.”

“Say please.”

Swallowing the dryness in your throat, you add, “please.”

“Good, baby. You sound so pretty begging for me.” Tom easily pulls your panties down your legs, returning to push your thighs further apart. He brings both of his thumbs to your sensitive lips, humming when you whimper. Using the pads of his fingers, he gently parts your centre, groaning softly at the sight. “Say it,” he murmurs, entranced by the paradise between your legs. “Tell how badly you want me.”

He’s incredibly infuriating, but you play right into his hand. “Please, Tom,” you whine. “Please touch me.”

He hums. “Of course, lovie,” he murmurs. He glances up at you. “All you had to do was ask.”

The first touch of his tongue against your slit makes your eyes roll back. A breathless whine slips past your lips as his mouth envelops your clit, the strong tip of his tongue nuzzling over your sensitive skin in a way you’ve only dreamed of. You’ve been able to get off in his absence, but nothing can simulate the sizzling heat of his mouth and his tongue, nor the scratching of his short hair against your fleshy inner thighs.

The way he unravels you is obscene, toned with the sounds of spit and lazy lips, the sensations of desperation. Tom devours you, using his elbows to push your thighs apart as he buries his face as close to your centre as possible. You can barely see him over the rise of your belly, but you can certainly feel him. When you start to grind down against his face, things only escalate, your eyes fluttering shut as your spine arches in response to his feverish movements.

“Oh god,” he murmurs, voice thick as it vibrates across you. “Missed this… Tastes so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Your high rolls over you suddenly and without warning, manifesting itself in a silent cry as your body goes rigid. You hear Tom hum in surprise, then feel his hands lock around your thighs, holding back your legs as they shake in the face of absolute pleasure.

“Sorry,” you pant, recovering gradually, “I didn’t know that was going to happen then.”

Tom runs his tongue over your slit, still sensitive and throbbing. “‘S okay, lovie,” he replies, voice warm. He nuzzles in closer and brings two slender fingers to push against your entrance. Your hole is hot and pulsing, pooled with your arousal. You hear it pucker as he gently presses against your cunt, teasing your entrance with his fingertips. “I’m not done making it up to you, though. Is that okay?”

Exhaling, you nod quickly. “Fuck yeah,” you say, struggling to think. “Oh.”

He slips two fingers into you, your eager walls parting and welcoming him in. Tom removes his mouth from your heat and replaces his tongue with the pad of a thumb, and when you release a loud noise of strangled enjoyment, he begins to crook his fingers into you. He strokes his digits against your walls with poise and elegance, nudging up against your g-spot and stroking, again and again, chasing the noises you release.

“So pretty,” he coos. “My pretty baby. Making all those beautiful noises.” Tom smiles almost proudly. His chin is wet with your arousal. “I love your cunt… Look at how well it's taking me.” To prove his point, he feeds a third finger alongside the others. “So greedy for me, eh? Greedy little pussy. So hot. So wet. God…”

Tom drops his head again, disappearing from your sight of vision. You moan, body jerking as you feel his tongue move around his fingers, catching the arousal that seeps from your pussy as he works you open. He releases an obscene moan before dragging his mouth to your clit, stimulating you with his hands and tongue in tandem.

“Holy fuck,” you whimper. You feel hot in the best way, your skin becoming sweaty as you writhe over the leather seat. “Feels so good, Tommy.” It feels like heaven—especially when he bends his fingers and the tips of them stroke up against your sensitive spot. “‘M gonna cum again.”

“Already?”

“Yeah.”

Tom chuckles. “I’m so good at this,” he murmurs. “Go on, angel. Don’t hold back on my account… You’re so pretty when you cum.”

The tide breaks, and your climax rolls across you, legs trembling as Tom holds you in place. You writhe as you bask in the heat, your knuckles losing blood as you clench your hands into hard fists. The press of your nails against the soft flesh of your palms hurts, but you don’t care. It feels far too good to think about anything beyond Tom.

You ride it out, and Tom eventually draws his face away from your clit. He kisses along your inner thighs as you gasp for air, only removing his fingers when you start to whimper. As good as the climaxes have felt, panting for breath on the backseat, it isn’t enough. It isn’t enough by far.

“Get up here,” you say breathlessly.

Tom chuckles as he appears from between your legs. He gives your thighs a little tap before he closes your legs, wriggling out of the footwell as you sit up. Easily, like you’ve done a thousand times before, you swing a leg over Tom’s lap, straddling him when he sits with his back against the car seat.

“Are you okay up there?” he checks, bringing his clean hand to rest on the curve of your stomach. When you nod, his brown eyes darken. “Perfect…” he hums. “Clean off my fingers, will you?”

You nod, opening your mouth expectantly and moaning as Tom slips three of his fingers between your lips. Fighting your smirk, you maintain eye contact with him, your pride swelling as you see his cheeks darken. He gently fucks his fingers into your mouth, making you moan at the movements and the taste of your heat as it spreads across your tongue. He’s messy with it, and you feel your lips and chin grow heavy from spittle.

“Pretty,” he coos, “so, so pretty.”

Tom goes to move his fingers from your mouth, only for a detail to make you pause. Eyes straining, you reach up to catch his wrist, holding his hand in place just as his fingers pull away from your lips.

“What’s this?” you query, narrowing your eyes. You drag Tom’s left hand nearer your face, gasping softly as you take note of a new tattoo resting at the bottom of his ring finger.

“Oh.” Tom shifts around slightly, biting at his lower lip. “I got your initials tattooed… When we get married, the ring will cover them, but I wanted you with me—I want you with me—all the time, even without a bit of metal.” He hesitates. “Is that okay?”

You press a delicate kiss across the letters. “Yes,” you say. You feel shy as you meet the eyes of the man who loves you so immensely. “That’s really, really sweet, Tom.” You bite your lip as you look up at him. “Gone soft on me, baby?”

“‘M always soft on you,” he says gruffly, guiding a hand to your face. He brings you closer, encouraging you to lean higher on your knees. “Love of my life, angel. You know that… My wife.”

You shift on his lap, smiling bashfully. “I’m not your wife yet.”

“Soon, soon, soon,” he whispers.

Both of you come together, no words needing to be exchanged for you to know what to do. Tom loses his clothes as you sit up a little straighter, one of your hands curling around the headrest of a seat as Tom angles himself slightly. With the rise of your bump between you, you aren’t able to be flushed together like times before, but the man beneath you is quick to readjust so he’s laying further back, giving you plenty of room to move in a way that’s comfortable. He kisses over your knuckles as you run his hard cock through your slit, his interested eyes fixed firmly on the sight of his length as you finally begin to move down.

The moment the head of his cock pushes into you feels indescribable. The ache of the stretch falls away as relief pours over you, the closeness satisfying far more than just your arousal.

“Gentle, gentle,” Tom murmurs, hand resting on your belly. “Be careful.”

You chuckle, beginning to move but only slowly. “It’s okay,” you reassure him, “it won’t hurt them.” Your eyes roll back slightly as you bring your hand down to rest on Tom’s shoulder, moaning quietly. “You can move too… Please, move.”

“Okay, darling.” Tom gently starts to move his hips. He groans as he slumps back against the seat, beautiful face coloured light pink. You’d missed the expressions he makes, how emotive the slants of his features can be. His nostrils flare and his jaw tenses as you ride him, your cunt so wet the movements are almost effortless. “That feels… so good.” His voice is hollow, gutless. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been thinking about you. You, and your hot cunt.” He moans again, unable to sit around the words. Tom ruts into you a little harder, guiding you to move faster with the hand on your hip. “Taking me so well, darling. So fucking well. I’m not going to last at all.”

“That’s okay,” you murmur. “I won’t either.”

Tom manages a lazy smirk. He opens his eyes as he brings a hand to your clit, teasing the sensitive bud with his thumb. You jerk a little at the stimulation but start to ease into it, basking in the pleasure from the bud and Tom’s cock. He’s buried deep within you, pressing your walls apart, the curved tip of his head brushing deeper than you’ve felt in months.

“So tight,” he murmurs. Tom leans back, clearly enjoying the sight of you riding him. “My darling. You look so beautiful like this… I swear your tits are bigger, too.” The hand on your belly gently caresses the bump, Tom’s tongue briefly wandering out to wet his lower lip. “Look at how beautiful you are… I can’t wait to knock you up again.”

Stifling a moan, it takes everything in you to focus on your movements. “You feel so good, Tom,” you whimper, unable to hold back the praise he loves to hear. “I missed this so much.”

“I know, baby. I missed this too… Come on, now.” His voice hardens slightly. “I’m about to cum, but I don’t want to unless you’re right here beside me. So… will you be a good girl and finish with me? Please?”

Heat flushes through your system as you bounce your head quickly. Your eyes close, breath hitching as you feel your climax rise. It starts in the pit of your stomach, a coil pulling tighter and tighter until it bends and snaps, bursting wide and spilling pleasure across your body in warm waves of enjoyment. You cry out as you fall apart, holding Tom’s shoulder tightly as his hand clamps around your waist. You feel him mirror you, hear his loud groan as his cock pulses inside you, your movements unceasing as you ride it out together.

It ends, but you stay joined. Tom sits up, the distance put between you by your belly requiring him to stretch closer and seize your lips in a smouldering kiss. His hand returns to your cheek, yours to his, and the look in his eyes is dizzying.

“I love you so much,” he speaks, words soft like a promise. “Everything I do from here on out is for you, and…” He glances back at your stomach. “And our child.” Words thickening, you see Tom’s eyes well with tears again. He chuckles, cheeks flushing red. “Sorry,” he adds. “I get a bit choked up thinking about it.”

You stroke your fingers over the back of his hair, spiky strands smooth against your hand. “Don’t apologise for expressing your emotions, baby,” you whisper. “It’s been a very long day.”

Tom nods. “Love you,” he murmurs again. He nuzzles his head into the palm of your hand, his eyes closing.

“I love you too,” you say, words truer than they’ve ever been before. You bend down to kiss his forehead. “Do you want to go home now?”

He hums. “Y/N,” he whispers. Tom blinks up at you, eyes soft. He catches the palm of your hand with a few kisses as he sits up a little straighter. “I’m already home.”

Teeth grazing your lower lip, you hold back your smile as you marvel at how clichéd he’s become. You bend down and kiss him very gently. “Sap,” you murmur. “Love you, though.”

Tom pulls a face. He rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice—only love. “Love you too,” he says. “Yes, though,” he adds, “I would love to go home.”

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that’s probably a wrap on mob!tom ! i don’t have any more fic ideas for him :( that being said, this was a lot of fun to write, and i really, really hope you liked it :D ik the theme isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so if you read it all, i love you very very much

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