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pearlessance · 2 months ago

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A Dance In The Dark

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel has always taken care of you. Always been your kind, attentive protector. And that doesn’t change, even when you read a scene from a dark romance novel and discover your tastes may be a bit more sordid than you once thought. But even in this he wants to grant you your every wish—and when he offers to put on a mask and chase you through the woods, the opportunity is just too wicked to pass up.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content MDNI, feelings of embarrassment and shame, established relationship, Joel ties readers hands with his belt, knife play, BDSM undertones (primal play specifically), sexual aggression, degradation, fingering, p in v, hair pulling, shameless smut this is basically just pure filth

NOTE: this is a cowrite i did with joelmillersgirlfriend! we busted this out in less than two days because i was bound and determined to get this published on the best holiday of the year! please check out her stuff over on AO3 where we have several other cowrites because i love her 🩷

happy halloween my loves 🩷

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MASTERLIST

You don’t tell him right away. Don’t tell him at all, really.

Joel discovers your peculiar fascination all on his own.

He’s late coming home from work. His dinner sits on a plate in the microwave, leftovers packaged and put in the fridge for his lunch tomorrow. His lack of punctuality is nothing new, but you’ve always been good at filling the time and finding a distraction while you wait for him.

On this particular night, you’ve changed out of your clothes and into one of his T-shirts, nestled into a soft cocoon on his side of the bed, book in hand. The tea in your mug on your nightstand has gone tepid, too lost between the pages to consume anything but the content in a timely manner.

You’d found it in the horror section, a book written by a name you’d never heard of, a story of a young woman’s abduction with overarching themes of perseverance and self-discovery. You find it a bit graphic from time to time, the details of her torment vivid and lifelike. But that’s to be expected in a horror novel and doesn’t surprise you.

The part that does surprise you, however, is the romantic undercurrent between the woman and her captor. He makes declarations of love, fully admitting his obsession with the young woman, claiming to want nothing from her but her own empowerment.

It’s an even bigger surprise when you reach the halfway point and discover that your horror novel is also an erotica. And the text is well-written, pulling you into its depths, and you think it might be the craziest yet best book you’ve ever read if for nothing else than the way it makes your heart race behind your ribcage.

“Is it that good?”

His voice startles you so badly the book falls from your hands and into your lap. “What?”

Joel laughs, a soft sound of amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, toeing off his shoes. He leans over the edge of the bed to press his lips to your forehead, and you find yourself swimming in the subtle affection.

And you know it’s because you’ve been reading smut for the last three hours straight, but the feel of his lips against your skin is heavenly. You abandon the book, tucking the edge of the dust jacket inside the pages to mark your place and discarding it onto the nightstand. It’s second nature as you twist your hands into the soft fabric of his flannel and pull him close.

He smells like pine and sawdust and sweat. His hands are rough and calloused as he cradles your face, lips turning upwards against yours. When you deepen the kiss, sliding your soft tongue against his, Joel laughs again, a little darker this time. He pulls away and the loss makes you whimper because you need him. And the bastard knows it. Because when his gaze roams over your face, lingering on your lips, there’s a heavy undertone of lust behind the playfulness. “S’alright, sweet girl,” he says gently. “None of that whinin’. M’gonna take care of you like I always do. Just wanna know what’s brought this on is all.”

You’re not sure you can admit the truth to him. And even more than that, you don’t have the words to explain that what’s got you so worked up is a scene in your book where the main character is being chased through the woods, her captor wearing a Halloween mask, under the pretense that if he catches her, he’s going to fuck her. Your cheeks warm at just the idea of such an admission, so instead you say, “I just missed you is all.”

Joel doesn’t believe it for a second. He knows you like the back of his hand and sees easily through the lie. And when he glances at your book on the nightstand twice, you know you’ve been caught before he even says a word. “Thought that was one of those scary books you like.”

“It is,” you tell him. Because, technically, it’s the truth.

He narrows his eyes at you, that all-knowing smirk still plastered on his face. “Yeah? Bein’ scared’s what’s got you all squirmy like this?”

As much as you’d like to deny it, to argue his assessment, Joel leans over a little further and his weight on top of you, heavy and sure and safe, makes your breath catch in your lungs. Warmth pools low in your belly and that low, husky tone in his voice only makes matters worse.

“Think whatever’s in that book’s got you all worked up. What’s it about, baby? Hm?” Joel shoves the blanket out of the way and slides his hand between your body and his. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of his hands on you, the contrast of his roughness against all your softest parts. It’s like the first time every time, and you can feel the steady thump of your heart as it hammers behind your sternum.

Heat rises up your chest when his hand touches your favorite spot, already knowing what he’s going to say. You’re drenched, the insides of your thighs slick with excitement. Joel breathes out a tell-tale hiss at the feeling, pulling back to glance down at you. Humor is suddenly nowhere to be found on his face, no smirks or teasing words. Just dark, hot lust, turning Joel’s eyes black.

“Christ,” Joel groans, continuing to explore between your legs.

You don’t want to tell him what the book’s about, and thankfully he seems to forget he’d asked the question as his long fingers find their place, curling inside of you.

Joel keeps his promise. He takes care of the ache for you like he always does. He makes you finish on his fingers and his tongue and when he finally sinks deep inside you it feels like relief. You warm up leftovers for him afterward, and he doesn’t pressure you about talking about your book. Instead, he tells you about his day while the two of you sit at the kitchen table and the light of his love fills you from the inside out.

You finish the book in less than two days, but its content lives in your head for far longer.

Showering, cooking, running errands - you find yourself thinking about that scene in the woods so often you begin to wonder if it’s altered your brain chemistry.

That weekend you go out for drinks with a couple of girlfriends, letting Joel know you’ll likely be late coming home. He makes you promise to call him if you need a ride and says he’s going to invite Tommy over to watch the game.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary. Joel’s little brother practically lived with the two of you until Maria stepped into the picture, and you pinky swear to call if you need him.

You don’t, though. You spend more time gossiping and laughing and catching up than you do drinking. But it’s dark when you pull into the driveway, and though you don’t see Tommy’s truck you assume Joel might have picked him up and you fully expect to see him standing in your kitchen with a hand in the fridge grabbing another beer.

Tommy’s nowhere to be found, though. And there’s no referee calling shots on the flat screen. There’s no sound at all, in fact. At first, it alarms you. But then you see Joel sprawled out on the couch in sweatpants and a navy blue t-shirt with a book in his hand.

He glances up from the pages only long enough to smile up at you and say, “Hey, sweetheart. Have a good time?”

You hesitate, watching him from where you stand at the doorway. Joel read occasionally, but only if he needed to. If he wanted to learn a new song on guitar, if he had taken on a new car project and had to teach himself how to repair it. He didn’t read for luxury.

“Yeah, it was nice. What about you? Where’s Tommy?” you questioned, tiptoeing over to where Joel was spread out. The book was positioned in a way that didn’t allow you to see its cover, but it most definitely wasn’t one of Joel’s manuals.

Joel turned to grin at you, his eyes scanning your body, stopping to look at the frown on your lips.

“He canceled, ditched me to hang out with Maria,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. Your frown deepened as you moved closer to Joel, still eyeing the book in his hand that was conveniently covered by his large palms.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come back sooner,” you said, reaching down to run your palm through his gray-streaked hair. You had convinced him to stop touching up his roots, some sick part of you loving how mature he looked.

“I didn’t wanna interrupt. ‘Sides, I wanted to see what got you all worked up the other night,” Joel explained casually, finally exposing the book he was holding. All of the colors left your face as you processed what was happening, that he was more than halfway done with the story. Joel was well into reading the disturbing erotica, but somehow still hadn’t put it down.

“This is some dark stuff. You’re telling me that this is what had you drippin’? Had you clenched around me, legs shaking?” Joel asked, breaking heavy eye contact with you to go back to reading.

“Come on, Joel. Give it back,” you whined, reaching down to pull it out of his hands. The word embarrassed didn’t cover how you truly felt. Mortified was a better fit.

He wrestled around in your hold, turning his back to you and shielding the book with his body. “Not yet, I’m just about to reach the good part. I wanna know what happens when he catches her.”

Maybe not mortified. You were fucking humiliated. Tears threatened to spill as you reached down, pawing at Joel’s arms to grab the book. “Stop it. It’s just a stupid fantasy, I know it’s dumb.”

Joel glanced back to see the wetness filling your eyes, instantly releasing his grip so you could take the book back. His large palm reached up to cradle your face, to comfort you.

“Hey now, I never said it was dumb. I didn’t mean to upset you. I guess I never really knew you were into that kind of stuff. Nothing’s wrong with it.”

His words are sincere and make you feel a little bit better, but you still feel ashamed that Joel had read the book. You know he’d never judge you, but it feels like your closest kept secret has been thrust into the light without your permission. Warmth spreads over your face, down your neck, twisting your stomach into knots. “I know but I…I just didn’t expect you to read it.”

“Then I won’t,” he says quickly, pushing himself up off the couch. He places a warm hand on the side of your neck and says again, “I won’t. I promise. No tears baby, alright?”

You nod and sniffle, trusting him, knowing that his words hold sincerity. Exhaling a long breath, you try to shove the mortification away and focus instead on this man before you who loves you enough to learn everything about you, even the things best kept hidden.

Joel gives you the book and you shove it in the back of your side of the closet, hidden beneath a shoe box. He helps you out of your dress and showers with you, washing your hair while you tell him all about girls’ night and the newest gossip.

After, when you’re both cozy in bed, wrapped up tight in his strong arms, stealing his warmth with your cold feet against his legs, you think maybe you might’ve overreacted about the book. You know Joel would never judge you, not even about this. You think maybe the embarrassment comes from somewhere within, that maybe it’s more like insecurity than shame. And so you say, “I’m sorry about earlier. You can finish the story if you want.”

Joel presses a kiss into your hair. “Not really my type of book, anyhow.”

Even though he says it mostly to comfort you, the words make you laugh. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and can feel the vibration of his amusement as he shares the moment with you.

And when you both settle enough to speak again, his voice is a little quieter as he asks, “You want me to do that to you?”

This time you fight your shame. Wrap it up tight and store it away for something else, something more worthy than a peculiar taste. You think about yourself in place of the main character, running between thick tree trunks with dead leaves crunching beneath your feet.

You think of Joel in place of the woman’s captor, mask over his face, presence dark and looming as he seeks you out. A shiver runs down your spine, so sharp and demanding that your body trembles in his hold.

“S’okay if you do,” he murmurs. You can feel each word through his chest, a delicious tremor against your suddenly too-hot skin. Joel lifts his hand and brushes your hair gently away from your face, thumb tracing the outline of your lips. “Know it did somethin’ to you. Turned you real greedy the other day. Hm?”

Arousal pools low in your belly, and you can hear your heart in your ears. You think he could convince you to do anything when he talks like that, voice low and gravelly. “Maybe,” you say. “I don’t know.”

“Read another part,” he whispers. His thumb travels slowly down your chin, over the curve of your jaw, down the column of your throat. “He’s got that switchblade in his hand. Touches her real nice, all sweet and loving. But he keeps that blade right…” Joel drags his index finger slowly across your neck. “ Here .”

The sound that escapes you is more than need, it’s something else entirely; more like desperation. You didn’t think it was possible to want him any more than you already do but this Joel who strikes just the right amount of fear in you? He makes your mouth water, makes you tremble and shake with just the caress of a single touch.

He grips the back of your thigh with his free hand, pulling you close, pressing you tight against the growing erection behind the cotton fabric of his boxers. Joel’s always been insatiable for you, sometimes getting worked up just from staring at you too long. But you begin to wonder if this is something he wants, too. “Should take you out someplace real nice,” he mutters. “Get all dressed up. You can wear that pretty pink sundress I like. Take you out to a nice dinner, treat you so fuckin’ good…an’ when the sun sets, I’d drive you someplace real dark. Let you loose.”

Even though he’s barely touching you, thumb stroking the skin of your hip gently, your clit pulses between your legs, hips shifting against him of their own accord. Your breath comes fast and labored and you think you’ve never been this fucking wet before—never wanted him so bad . It feels like you can’t think, can’t breathe without it, without Joel .

“Give you a head start,” he continues. “Long enough for me to put a mask on. Wouldn’t even let you see it ‘til I catch you…An’ I will catch you, sweet girl…but you’d have no way of knowin’ who it was. Could be me. Could be anyone.”

The idea is filthy and disgusting but your body doesn’t seem to mind. Your spine arches, breasts pressing up against his chest. Joel lays there stone still, holding you, letting you rut against him like a woman starved. “ Please ,” is all you manage to choke out. He hardly acknowledges the word, but you can feel the smirk form on his lips against the shell of your ear.

“I’d fuck the good girl right out of you,” he says. “Fuck you ‘til you’re nothin’ but a dumb little slut.”

“Jesus— Joel .” He's degraded you before, but it’s never been like this, never felt like this. You reach between your bodies and palm his cock in your hand, and a dark laugh leaves him as he helps you.

In a few quick movements, he pulls himself out of his boxers, shoves your panties to the side, and sinks his cock inside of you, filling you so full it hurts . But you don’t care, because there’s nothing more you need than this, and thankfully he understands. Like he always does .

Joel fucks you right then and there, whispering filthy things all the while, and you think he’s always understood you. Maybe even more than you’re able to understand yourself. Older and wiser and gracious—always giving you exactly what you need, exactly what you want.

Before you fall asleep that night, he kisses you softly and asks, “Do you want me to tell you before it happens? To warn you?”

You’re not sure how to answer at first. Because the concept as a whole terrifies you; it’s new and foreign and dangerous. And you think you might need the warning to calm yourself enough to enjoy it.

But you trust Joel. More than anyone else in the world, you know he’ll always keep you safe. You know he’d never do anything to hurt you.

And so, you pull the blankets tighter around your shoulders and say, “No. I want it to be a surprise.”

That night, you dream about a man chasing you through darkness whose hands feel more familiar than your own. You think about it for the next week. Daydreaming at work, while you’re making dinner, while you’re driving to run errands. It’s all you can think about, the only thing that fills the gaps of silence in your day-to-day life.

You wait. And wait. And wait .

Joel tells you Friday night that he’ll have to work overtime this weekend to make up for a lost part shipment. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. Saturday morning he encourages you to sleep in, kisses your forehead before he leaves, tells you he loves you. And despite no inclination from him, you have a feeling that today is the day.

When you wake up a little while later, the sun casts shadows through the blinds, and you notice that Joel’s placed that pink sundress on his side of the bed. Laid it out for you.

You shower and groom yourself, mentally preparing for the moment it finally happens. It has to be today. And if Joel is lucky and planned it out right, he’d find out that you opted out of wearing panties underneath the sundress. He’d find you slick, shaved, aching in anticipation.

He notices your nervous excitement when he comes home from work, late and covered in sweat from a long day. You’re practically bouncing on your heels, having spent the entire day filling the time, waiting for his arrival. The sun had already started to set in the distance - you probably only had about an hour left of the day.

Please, God, let it be today .

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. Had an electrician cancel last minute, left me scramblin’ to get the project covered. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting,” he muttered into your lips as he greeted you. His arms wrapped around you, his body warm and hot against the thin fabric of your dress.

“That’s okay,” you say. “Everything go to plan other than that?”

“Sure did. Finally finished up that warehouse over on Cherry Street. Figured I’d go out and celebrate.”

You find yourself deflating at the words. Because, usually, Joel celebrating the end of a big project means the involvement of Tommy, too. And if Tommy’s there, then tonight is decidedly not the night.

Joel seems to notice the change in your demeanor. He places his hand on the side of your face and drags his thumb down your jutting bottom lip, releasing it with a wet pop . “Wouldn’t be a celebration unless I had a pretty little girl to buy a drink, now would it?”

Either way, even if it’s not tonight, you know you’ll enjoy the time with him like you always do. So you shelve your disappointment and timidly ask, “Will it be…just the two of us? Did you want to invite anyone else?”

He shakes his head, a playful spark glinting in his warm eyes. “Nah. Just wanna take my baby out. Give me a minute to change and we’ll head out. Sound good?”

You know your nod of approval probably looks too hopeful, too excited, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not with this golden excitement fills you to the brim, the anticipation making your hands tingle.

It only takes Joel ten minutes to change out of his work clothes and into a nice pair of jeans and a flannel, but it feels like forever. He asks you about your day while he drives to your favorite restaurant, and listens intently even though you have nothing interesting to say other than the fact that you’ve changed the curtain on the window above the dining room table.

He opens the car door for you and holds your hand as he directs you through the crowd at the restaurant, and orders for you when the waiter comes over. Even though you get the same thing every time, the gesture makes you feel small and safe and cared for.

You drink a glass of wine, and he tries out some sort of hoppy beer. Joel tells you about a song he heard on the radio that he wants to learn on guitar, but while you try to listen all you can think about is what comes after this.

A million thoughts run rampant through your head. He hasn’t said anything about it, hasn’t given you any hints besides laying the sundress out for you, but the rush of it all weighs heavy on your chest. Paired with the lowered inhibitions from the wine and you interrupt him to say, “Joel. Can you just…can you tell me? I changed my mind. I want to know so bad.”

That playfulness returns to his eyes. He tilts his head the smallest bit and leans over the table to hear your whispered words. “Tell you what?”

“You know ,” you insist. “Don’t make me say it here.” Despite the embarrassment that climbs your cheeks as you listen to the chatter around you, you can’t wipe the grin from your face. You try to hide it behind your hand instead.

“Can’t say I know what you’re gettin’ at here, girl,” he says. But that knowing smirk says otherwise. You can see the challenge in his eyes, the push for you to ask the question you’ve been swallowing down all night.

Folding your arms on the edge of the table, you lean in as close as you can and ask so softly, “Are you taking me to the woods tonight?”

He smiles—a big, toothy show of enjoyment, and leans back in the booth. Joel’s big, you’ve always known it…but seeing him now, shoulders broad and rugged, arms straining beneath the cotton sleeves of his flannel… God , he makes you weak. You can feel yourself flush beneath his scrutinization. Can feel the familiar stickiness of your arousal begin to gather between your legs, too. “An’ why would I do that, sweetheart? Ain’t nothin’ out there for a little thing like you.”

The wine is sweet on your tongue as you take the last sip and shrug casually, pretending as if your hands don’t tremble with anticipation. You try to put on a show of confidence. “Never know,” you say. “Could be a big, bad wolf out there that needs hunting down.”

Joel laughs at that, but he’s waving down the next waiter he sees for the check.

When you leave the restaurant, you realize now the sun has fully set and the darkness has descended. The moon hands high in the sky, the only illumination granted apart from the headlight of Joel’s truck. He helps you into the passenger side and buckles you in, hands gentle and caring, always taking care of you.

Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, he asks a single-word question. One you know is likely equally for his comfort as it is yours. “Okay?”

You are. Despite the fear that begins to rise in your chest, knowing the impending events likely to unfold, despite the shadows and the traversing of the unknown, you know that you’ll always be safe with Joel. “I’m good,” you promise.

He drives for far longer than you expect. Past every stoplight, outside of the city limits, weaving through the backroads until you’re well and truly lost. Every time you pass a wooded area you think he’ll slow to a stop, but he doesn’t. And every moment fuels the adrenaline coursing through you, ratcheting both your panic and excitement to immeasurable heights.

When he does finally stop, pulling off to the side of a road you swear you’ve never been down before, your heart is beating so fast you can hear it in your ears.

He pulls the key from the ignition and the lights cut out, wrapping the both of you in complete darkness. You can make him out just enough, though. Enough to see the predatory look on his face, enough to sense the danger you’ve placed yourself in.

Your mouth goes dry and your brain goes fuzzy as you watch Joel reach into his pants pocket, pulling out a switchblade that glimmers in the moonlight. The small knife makes a snapping noise when it opens, gleaming, taunting you. Excitement buzzed through your body, a nagging voice in the back of your head screaming to run.

“Better get a move on,” Joel whispers, his face shadowed and lips pressed into a grim line. The energy had shifted so quickly that you were uncertain what to do. Even if you did try to run, you doubted that your shaking body would make it very far.

A brooding intensity surrounded Joel, and even though he barely moved to reach back and grab something out of the back seat, the air still felt tense with a silent warning. In his free hand was a gas mask, worn and frayed. The round, glass eye lenses were clouded, displaying its years of disuse. He reached up with one hand to slip the mask down his face, leaving only his eyes revealed.

The white-hot heat that was burning through your veins somehow ignited even further when he finally locked eyes with you. Joel’s eyes were narrowed, carrying a different energy behind them; one that was full of mischief and lust. The moment lasted for a couple of beats…

One, two, three…

And then Joel’s hand snapped out, reaching rapidly to lock around your wrist. Thinking, breathing; none of it mattered. The only thing on your mind was running, some animalistic survival instinct that you didn’t know still existed within you taking over. Your wrist easily slipped out of his grip as you flung open the car door, escaping Joel and running into the dark forest.

There was a chill in the air that made your breath fan out in front of you while you ran, your heavy footsteps practically echoing through the woods. Every couple of moments you would stop and glance around, attempting to see through the endless rows of trees. You didn’t see anything and only heard the sound of your own breathing.

Joel could be scary when he wanted to. Like that one time, a couple weeks into knowing him. Some asshole had followed you around the grocery store late one evening, trailing behind aisle after aisle until your hands were shaking in fear. Joel was one of the only people you had befriended in town since you were new to the area.

He’d showed up five minutes after you’d called him, despite the fact that you knew he lived over ten minutes away. Joel approached the man, and you were grateful that you weren’t the one he was speaking to. Despite not hearing his words from where you were standing, you could see the dark anger on his face, a look that made your blood run cold.

The guy who was following you left immediately after, scurrying off with his tail between his legs. Joel followed you home in his truck even though your apartment was on the other side of town. He’d never been scary to you .

Until now.

Joel’s body came out of nowhere, grabbing you and yanking you against him. The switchblade pressed onto your throat, your heartbeat pounding against the cold metal. You couldn’t see Joel since his vice-grip had your back pushed on his chest.

“You call that running?” he asked, letting his fingers skate down the skin of your thigh, just under the low cut of your sundress. His calloused fingertips caught against your soft skin, raising higher and higher.

“I think you wanted me to catch you. Here you are, lettin’ me rub on you like the little slut I knew you were. I haven’t even properly touched you yet, but you’re already spreading your legs for me.”

Your face warmed at his degrading words. He was right. The excitement of the story wasn’t only the anticipation, but it was the thrill of the hunt. As much as you wanted Joel to touch you, to make your vision blur just from using his fingers, you knew you couldn’t give in so easily.

With all of your strength, you push away both of his hands, ripping out of his grip. He reached down to grab you but you snatched his shirt instead, pulling at it fiercely in an attempt to dodge under him. You heard the fabric rip, but you were too afraid to really acknowledge it.

You took it as an opportunity to escape, dodging Joel’s grasp. You wasted no time in steadying yourself before sprinting away, only sparing a quick glance back to see Joel. His shirt was half ripped, the gas mask blocking any form of expression on his face.

“Damn, baby,” Joel spoke. He stood, shrugging off his flannel before using the switchblade to finish ripping the fabric of his shirt. “If you wanted me to get naked, you should’ve just said so.”

As much as you wanted to watch the way Joel’s chest flexed in the moonlight, you couldn’t handle any distractions. You had to run.

And you did run for what felt like hours. By the time you stopped for a moment, your heartbeat was in your throat and you could feel a slick mess building between your thighs. Your legs were speckled with dirt and pieces of leaves from the way you were kneeling on the ground, searching for Joel.

You didn’t see anything extraordinary through the branches of the forest, but you heard something. A snap.

It was enough to get you back on your feet in an attempt to flee.

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. Though your eyes betrayed you, you could sense his closeness, could sense the space between you lessening with each passing moment. Sweat beads at your hairline and your panting echoes between the trees.

The cracking sound of wood beneath his heavy work boots cuts through the deafening silence, and you turn abruptly and throw yourself in the opposite direction. But Joel’s fast, too fast .

He catches up to you in a second, and you know you won’t get lucky twice, yet still you try. You push your legs as hard as you can, running as fast as you can, trying to navigate the uneven terrain.

Joel’s fingertips grasp your shoulder, and you pull away from him so violently you lose your balance, scraping your knees against the rough forest floor.

You quickly turn onto your back, kicking yourself away from him, trying to see through the thick fog of terror in your mind. His slow breaths sound mechanical through the gas mask’s respirator. He looms over you menacingly, looking every bit the wicked man you know he can be.

His shoulders rise and fall slowly, his breaths even while you struggle to catch yours. He tilts his head, a predator indulging in the chase.

And you know right then that you’ve been caught. Stuck in the spider’s web with no hope of extraction. Your voice shakes when you speak. “Joel?”

There’s no softness in him now. None of that gentle ease he always has with you. He lowers himself to the ground, knees on either side of your hips, and grabs for your hands.

You struggle against his hold, even knowing it’s useless. He wraps a calloused palm around your wrists and squeezes tight, and when you buck your hips up against him, trying to wiggle out from beneath his heavy weight, it serves no purpose but to further diminish the little energy remaining in your weary limbs.

Joel raises your arms above your head, pushing your too-sensitive skin deep into the earth, trapping you in place. You can hear the clicking of his tongue behind the mask. “Stupid little girl,” he says. “Never had a chance. Did you?”

His voice is muffled, deeper. You know it’s Joel. Behind the fear, behind the adrenaline, you know it’s him. But it doesn’t sound like him, not in the way you’re so accustomed to, and it sends a chill down your spine.

He adjusts his position, sliding down your legs just enough to grip the bottom of your dirt-stained sundress and rip it upwards. The air feels like ice against your center, slick with your arousal. You clit pulses with need, despite the way you still fight him, struggling nonsensically in his tight hold. “Look at how fuckin’ wet you are, baby,” he says. “Haven’t even touched you yet an’ that pretty pussy’s just fuckin’ crying for it, ain’t she?”

Your spine bends, arching off the ground. The sounds that leave your mouth are animalistic, a desperate whimpering, a wanton need.

And then suddenly his hand is tangled in your hair, pulling hard at the roots, holding your head up just enough to witness your exposure. “I said look ,” Joel grits out. “Want you to watch just how fuckin’ selfish she is. You listenin’ to me?”

“Yes— yes, ” you choke out. The muscles in your neck strain to keep your head held high enough to see the moment he lets go of your hair. But you heard him loud and clear, and you do just as he says.

His hand slips between your legs, and you fight the urge to let squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers slide over your clit. He circles it roughly and you can feel yourself clench around nothing, your body begging to be filled, begging for Joel . He uses the perfect amount of pressure, deft fingers moving fast, and it takes less than a minute before that familiar warmth begins to trickle in.

But you want more, you always want more, and so you find yourself lifting your hips upwards, trying to shift his hand lower, trying to let him know right where you need him most.

Joel laughs. A sick, maniacal sound that sends a cold flood of terror through you. “See? What’d I say? Fuckin’ greedy ,” he says. You know it’s meant to be an insult, but there’s a strange fondness as he says it. An undertone of worship.

You sigh out his name, unable to form another word, forgetting all else that came before this moment, disregarding all things that may come after. All that matters is this, all that matters is him .

“She wants it so bad,” he murmurs. “An’ I’m gonna give it to her.” His movements are cruel and almost painful as he turns you over, pulling your hips out from under him. Joel shifts your wrists to his other hand and sets them against the small of your back, using his free hand to force your head down. The earthy smell of decaying leaves greets you, and you greedily suck in cold breaths of air, trying to will your heart to slow its racing.

You can’t see his movements but you can feel him shift behind you, and a second later can hear the familiar clink of his belt buckle and the swish as he rips it from the loops of his jeans. The bite of leather is harsh as he winds it around your wrists, tightening it in a familiar, practiced way.

“Joel,” you breathe out. It sounds like a plea in your ears, and maybe it is. Because everything is too much, too intense . You need all of him, you think. Need the wickedness, that dark thing he’s been hiding all this time. But you need your Joel, too. The one who buckles you in, who kisses your forehead before he leaves for work in the morning. The one you know will always keep you safe, even when he defiles you. “ Joel ,” you say again.

His hands freeze on your hips, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his skin as he leans over and presses his cheek to yours. He waits for you to speak, giving you as long as you need to sort through the heightened emotions.

Your brain feels like mush and you struggle to form a coherent thought that’s more than one or two words strung together. You know you’re terrified. But you know, too, that you don’t want him to stop. And so all you manage to say is a barely audible, “I love you.”

He cradles your head in his hand, thumb stroking gently over your temple. And then he runs his nose over the curve of your jaw, and though he doesn’t say it, doesn’t break the spell he’s so carefully created in order to indulge your wildest fantasies, you know that no one has ever loved anyone the way that Joel Miller loves you.

But just as quickly as that gentleness appeared, it vanishes into nothing like the fog of your breath in the cold air.

“Gonna show you what happens when little girls roam into the woods,” he says. You can feel his erection as he presses it against you, heavier and harder than you think it’s ever been before. “Can try an’ hunt down the big bad wolf all you want. But if he catches you …”

You’re a trembling mess in his strong hands. His words are the only beacon keeping you grounded, you’re certain of it.

The metal teeth of his zipper grate as he pulls it down and undoes the button of his jeans, pulling his cock out. He slides the head through your arousal, coating himself in your slick. “Just know, whatever he decides to do with you is gonna hurt .”

And then he’s pushing his length into you in one smooth movement, leaving you no time to adjust to the size of him. The stretch is painful and foreboding, every muscle in your body tensing up at the impact. “ Fuck— oh my God —”

“Can pray all you want, but there’s no one out here to save you,” he spits. Joel doesn’t give you a single second to breathe before he’s rocking his hips into you, setting a punishing pace. You can feel his cock throb inside you, can feel that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

You grit your teeth against the pain of it, fingers flexing in his grip. “ Joel —I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can, baby,” he says, voice low and echoing. “I know you can. So shut up and fuckin’ take it.” He leans over you, pressing the side of your face into the ground. You can taste moss and earth but with each thrust, the pain is quickly subsiding, replaced instead with a blinding pleasure.

That warmth builds again, coiling around your spine. Pressure builds quickly and you can feel yourself dripping around him, making a mess of the coarse hair above his cock. “Joel— fuck .”

He reaches on hand around your hip, easily finding your clit and strumming it with swift, practiced movements. You clench around him and he lets out a deep groan in response. When he leans forward and tells you, “Open your mouth,” you do so immediately, brain fuzzy and overstimulated, unwilling to do anything unless he tells you to.

Joel slides two of his fingers into your mouth and shoves them so far down you nearly choke. It’s instinctual when you close your swollen lips around him and suck.

You can hear the smile in his words as he speaks. “There you go,” he mutters. “Told you how this would go, didn’t I? Told you what would happen. Nothin’ but a dumb little slut for me now, baby, hm? Yeah?”

All you can do is nod, unable to form a single coherent thought. Your orgasm hits hard and fast, almost unexpected. It washes through you, electricity dancing beneath your prickling skin. Your moans reverberate through the trees, and you’re suddenly glad he’s driven you so far out so no one can hear you.

“Oh, she likes that ,” Joel says, talking you through it, circling your clit and fucking into you a little harder. “Likes the way it feels to be all full’a me, hm? Yeah, there you go. Gonna give this pretty pussy just what she needs.”

His rhythm falters, staggering just the smallest bit. And while he’s just given you the best orgasm of your fucking life, there’s something about this that makes you feel finally satisfied, full in a way you’ve never been before.

The moment he bottoms out inside of you, Joel turns you on your back and pulls the mask off of his face. His cheeks are flushed and rosy, but there’s a sense of completion in his eyes that you’re sure is mirrored in your own. He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, the bridge of your nose.

And all you can say is, “Oh my God.”

Joel laughs. It’s one of those full, good-natured belly laughs. Your favorite kind. “Well? Was I better than your book?”

You cover your face with your hands, muffling your giggles between your fingers. “Much better.”

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hell0-gh0st · 9 days ago

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Movies for the girls who wants to fell something ♡₊⁺

(check the TW )

- The Virgin suicides (1999)

- White oleander (2002)

- Black Swan (2010)

- Girl interrupted (1999)

- Drop dead gorgeous (1999)

- Dirty girls (2000)

- Bones and all (2022)

- Gone girl (2014)

- Thirteen (2003)

- Jennyfer's body (2009)

- American beauty (1999)

- Carrie (1976)

- The loved ones (2009)

- Tragedy girls (2017)

- American Mary (2012)

- Welcolme to the dollhouse (1995)

- The substance (2024)

- Ghostland (2018)

- Valley of dolls (1967)

- Lady bird (2017)

- I,Tonya (2017)

- Hereditary (2018)

- Candy (2006)

- Requiem for a dream (2000)

- Priscilla (2023)

- Pearl (2022)

- Mysterious skin (2004)

- Buffalo 66 (1998)

- Donnie darko (2001)

- Midsommar (2019)

- Possession (1981)

- Palo alto (2013)

- Kids (1995)

- Christiane f (1981)

- Raw (2016)

- May (2002)

- Heather (1988)

- Ginger Snaps (2000)

- Tamara (the horror one, 2005)

- All Cheerleader die (2013)

- Saint Maud (2019)

- Stoker (2013)

- Orphan (2009)

- Heavenly creature (1994)

- Suspiria (1977 & 2018)

- The red shoes (1948)

- Repulsion (1965)

- Prozac nation (2001)

- Clockwork orange (1972)

- Fight club (1999)

- Leon (1994)

- Lolita (1962 & 1997)

- Noce blanche (1989)

- Lost in translation (2003)

- My Beautiful boy (2018)

- I believe in unicorns (2014)

- The Florida project (2017)

- The lovely bones (2009)

- Ripe (1996)

- Marie Antoinette (2006)

- Mustang (2015)

- Miss violence (2013)

- Daisies (1966)

- Ghost world (2001)

- Fantastic mr fox (2009)

- Juno (2007)

- Lilya 4 ever (2002)

- Gia (1998)

- The perfume (2006)

- To the bone (2017)

- Joker (2019)

- The perks of being a wallflower (2012)

- The crush (1993)

- Fishbowl (2020)

- Down in the valley (2005)

- Brokeback mountain (2005)

- Mother! (2017)

- Dancer in the dark (2000)

- Speak (2004)

- Sharing the Secret (2000)

- Amélie (2001)

- Tart (2001)

- Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004)

- all the bright places (2020)

- little miss sunshine (2006)

- As you are (2016)

- Dazed and confused (1993)

- Dead poets society (1989)

- My girl (1991)

- 10 things i hate about you (1999)

- Aftersun (2022)

- 5 feet apart (2019)

- Little women (2019)

- The pianist (2002)

- Where the crawdads sing (2022)

- La la land (2016)

- The glass castle (2017)

- 500 days of summer (2009)

- Uptown girls (2003)

- Call me by your name (2017)

- V for Vendetta (2005)

- The pictures of Dorian Gray (2009, The book is so much better)

- Waves (2019)

- Manchester by the sea (2016)

- A silent voice (2016)

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Tied Up | Sidney Crosby

summary: when it’s the team end of season gala and you begin to run your mouth, Sidney is there to put you in your place.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), swearing, drinking, light mentions of bondage.

word count: 2.25k

authors note: just like normal the Sidney pieces are the ones where I can get carried away… no but frl I’ve been writing this one for the last few days and it makes me happy to see it out.

You seemed to want to cause trouble tonight.

It was the end of season team charity gala and you were in some pretty black dress that served as a perfect contract from the white stilettos that you wore on your feet.

If it was a post break up outfit it would have been fitting, your dress hugged your curves as it made your breasts look heavenly.

But it wasn’t because of a break up, no this was arguably worse. You and Sidney had been sleeping together for the last three months yet that abruptly ended after rumours came to twitter of him spending time with some model.

Now you usually weren’t one for jealousy, it was an emotion you tried to avoid. But here you were sending Sidney a message that was simple telling him that you were done.

Yet that was so much easier said than actually put to practice. The captain looked gorgeous tonight as he walked around in a suit that was tight enough to leave little to imagination.

Sidney hadn’t let his eyes leave you since he arrived. It was hard to ignore how gorgeous you looked as you were in a conversation with some of the players, laughing as you let your hand brush over Ryan’s arm.

The Canadian always thought you had an eye for that boy, it was how you let your camera linger on him even as you started sleeping with Sidney. As it felt like he was proving his point the captain watched as you made your way to the bar to get another drink “just go talk to her.” Jeff groaned as he had been swearing for the last few weeks that all would make sense if you and Sidney got together.

If only he knew right?

The captains cheeks turned a tinge of red locking eyes with you as you went back to your conversation with Evgeni “sort that shit out for the sakes of the team.” The fellow Canadian added before he placed his hand on Sidney’s back pushing him in your direction.

Sidney wondered what you and Evgeni were talking about as your eyes sparkled looking at the captain “speak of the devil.” You smirked flashing the older boy your signature grin.

It was a look that Sidney would have thought that he would have gotten used to by now, but even after knowing you for two years it still made him weak in the knees.

Evgeni seemed totally unaware of what went on between you two as he smiled “surprised you didn’t bring that girl cap.” His voice was teasing as he watched the older boy nod bringing his drink to his lips “not really her scene.” Sidney’s comment was only met with a roll of your eyes and a scoff.

It irritated him how you could get under his skin so much easier when he was sexually frustrated “you got something to say?” The Canadian sent you a glare not realising that it only made you more amused.

You placed your now empty champagne flute on the table next to you “just think you’d need a bit of help to keep a girl satisfied.” Your comment made Evgeni snort before he slapped his hand over his mouth to keep quiet.

This little spat had been going on between you and Sidney for weeks now so he wasn’t surprised when he carried on into tonight “you’re old Sid, most men your age start needing help from some little blue pills.” You shrugged twisting the metaphorical knife in deeper before the older man wrapped his hand around your arm pulling you to the exit.

Anyone who had seen it thought Sidney just didn’t want to argue with you in front of everyone else but of course he had other plans “don’t remember you telling me I needed any type of pill to satisfy you.” Sidney’s voice was harsh as he pushed you into the elevator.

Your lips turned upright “didn’t think I’d have to explain faking to you.” Sidney always made sure you finished in bed but you were continuing on in your act to piss him off.

His eyes stared at yours as your back hit the wall of the elevator “you think you were faking it?” The hockey player let out a laugh as he hit the number for his floor.

When you remained silent his fingers dug into your waist “all the dang time,” you spat only getting cut off as his lips were forced onto yours.

The kiss reminded you of why you enjoyed being with him but as you remained strong not letting his tongue into your mouth it got him frustrated “it’s cute, you thinking you’re all strong today.” Sidney mumbled placing a slap to your ass cheek and as you opened your mouth to argue it gave him the chance to slide his tongue in between your lips.

You two went like this for another minute or two until the elevator doors opened on the captains floor “c’mon.” Sidney locked his hand with yours as he pulled you out of the elevator making sure you followed him to his hotel room.

As he fished for his keycard you decided that you wanted to push his buttons so as innocently as you could you let your hand reach over to the front of his pants where you began to palm his cock through the suit fabric “you are playing with fire baby.” The captain warned sending you a glare.

You leaned onto your tippy toes as you didn’t let your hand drop from his pants “ever thought that it was what I wanted to do?” You asked pressing a kiss just below where his earlobe was.

Luckily for Sidney he was able to open the door before you could do anything else to piss him off “been wanting to get you out of this since I saw you.” Sidney confessed letting his fingers run over the straps of your dress.

His hands cupped your breasts in their journey to your ass “Sid,” you whined as his lips nipped dangerously close to your sweet spot on your neck.

Sidney smirked as he turned to face you “only good girls get rewarded.” He shook his head “others have to work for it,” his voice was serious as an idea formed in your head.

You dropped to your knees never letting your eyes leave his “sure you don’t need some viagra first?” You kept this smirk as you undid his belt “change of plans princess.” Sidney scoffed pulling you back to your feet.

It confused you as he spun you around so that you were facing away from him “need to fuck you like the naughty girl you are.” He explained pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

Your panties grew wet “what are you waiting for then?” You asked letting out a gasp as you were pushed against the comforter on the bed.

Sidney let out a grunt as your dress fell over your ass “not even wearing any panties huh?” He ran his fingers over the curve of your ass before he slapped the arena of skin causing you to moan “didn’t look good with the dress.” You explained hearing the sound of his pants hitting the ground.

Your wetness glistened as he looked at your core “you been thinking about this today?” Sidney was painfully hard as he watched you turn your head to look at him “been thinking about getting a good fuck for weeks.” You confessed running your tongue over your lip “but then you found a new friend-“ the reminder of why you ended was sour on your tongue as you sent him a glare.

It made Sidney laugh “you think she mattered like you did?” The boy reached for your hands as he held them on your back “you are my fucking world.” He added using his belt to tie your hands together.

You grew alarmed as you felt his tie go over your eyes “I’m going to fuck you just the way I want to tonight.” Sidney leaned over to whisper that in your ear.

For the most part you two were fairly vanilla, besides for the fact that you enjoyed the occasional fuck in your office where he’d awkwardly sit under your table eating you out as you’d edit the pictures you worked on.

A whimper fell from your lips “please Sid,” you begged feeling his cock brush over your slit. He smiled hearing how needy you were “don’t think I need some pill for this?” Sidney asked dragging his cock over your clit teasing you “if you don’t hurry up then maybe?” Your giggle was short lived as he drove his cock into your core.

It was hot as you were practically trapped beneath him blind as your sense heightened “god you’re so tight.” Sidney grunted thrusting into you.

Your pussy wrapped around his cock giving him an extra sense of pleasure “don’t stop Sid.” You begged bringing your hips back to meet his.

Sidney snaked his hand down your stomach to rub your clit “don’t plan on it,” the sound of skin slapping echoed off of the walls making your skin sweaty.

His lips nipped at your neck finally reaching your sweet spot “god,” you cried as you tried to force your hands out of the belt constraint.

It only made the boys smirk increase “it’s just me princess.” He cooed locking his free hand in your hair as your moans were muffled by the comforter when your head drove deeper into it.

You honestly forgot about how irritated you were at him as his cock drove deeper into your pussy “oh shit!” You gasped trying to squeezed your thighs shut “not tonight princess.” Sidney shook his head as he moved his knee between your legs.

The headboard continued to hit the wall with each thrust the boy gave “you still think I should have had those pills tonight?” He asked clearly wanting that question to be rhetorical.

Moans were the only real coherent thing that came from your lips “no Sid,” you shook your head feeling it build up in your stomach “making me feel so full.” You cooed clenching your pussy around his throbbing cock.

Sidney grunted at the feeling “so why’d you say it to him huh?” He questioned you bringing his hand from your hair to your neck as he brought your torso up to his.

When you remained silent his hand squeezed around your neck “asked you a question princess.” He grumbled urging you to answer him “wanted to piss you off,” you whispered only knowing the side he was on by the sound of his breathing.

He smiled letting out a gasp as he was getting close to his high “and now you want to come don’t you?” Sidney pressed a kiss to your temple as your head dropped against his shoulder “please Sid.” You begged letting out a gasp as the tie dropped below your eyes “going to have to do better than that.” The hockey player grunted as your eyes locked with his.

You shook your head “please let me come.” You repeated your beg as your body began to shake. It was like you weren’t allowing yourself to come until he said so.

Sidney pressed a kiss on your shoulder letting his teeth sink into the soft skin “promise to behave?” He asked feeing light headed as his eyes fluttered.

He watched as you nodded “be your good little girl forever.” Sidney smirked hearing you say that “you can let it go baby.” His words caused your orgasm to hit you like a truck.

Eyes screwing shut as white specks lit up the backs of your eyelids “shit shit shit!” You cried out as the boy fucked you through your high.

If Sidney’s had wasn’t still around your throat you would have fallen flat onto the mattress “good girl,” his words rang through your ear as he shot his warm load into your pussy as he came shortly after you.

Once you two came back down to earth and the boy let his cock fall out of you your body shuddered “was I too rough tonight?” Sidney asked moving his hand down to undo the belt around your hands.

He massaged the area of skin as he realised that a bruise was going to form there tomorrow “it was hot,” your confession made him laugh.

The boy lay next to you as you looked up at him with a smile “I meant what I said,” Sidney ran his fingers through your hair “really?” Your furrowed your eyebrows watching as he kissed down your arm.

You were never going to get over how he made you feel so giddy inside “wanna to give you the world.” At this point it began to sound like he was talking to himself as he got up to readjust himself between your thighs.

A giggle left your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbows “what are you doing?” You grinned watching him stare up at you from between your legs “showing you just how much I want you.” Sidney’s words were playful as his breath fanned at your core.

It didn’t take him long before he wrapped his lips around your clit “fuck Sid!” You groaned instantly wrapping your fingers in his curly locks of hair.

You were in for a long night of pleasure.

#Sidney Crosby smut #sidney crosby x reader #nhl smut #hockey smut #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #oneshots #imagines #amber writes fics

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago

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Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a giant leap.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Babydoll), Daddy kink, corruption kink, praise kink, somnophilia, pregnancy kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink, cockwarming, (slight) choking, deflowering, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, cum swallowing, Murder Daddy™️ vibes, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

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I am such a lucky man.

Any man in my situation might do the right thing. But when has that ever gotten anyone what they really wanted?

Looking at a perfect flower from afar is just fine, don’t get me wrong. You bend over, you smell it, you leave it to bloom. But plucking that flower and holding it in your hand? Now that is a truly heavenly feeling.

That’s what it was like with my little Babydoll.

It was a cautious dance. I had to earn her trust. She was Daddy’s little girl, after all. She had her loyalties and she did not like me at first. She didn’t explicitly say it but she missed her father. Who could blame her?

But she was so perfect. And I wanted her. She had to be mine.

And so she would be.

It started with little things. I made sure to get the snacks that she coveted. I called her Princess. I smiled at her and always listened intently to whatever stupid topic she wanted to talk about. She would get so excited to talk to someone who would listen.

I got the feeling her mother wasn’t exactly her favorite person. She was much closer with her Nanny. I was shocked to find out that she still had a caregiver at her age, but one look at their relationship and it made so much sense. I convinced her mother that she wouldn’t need a Nanny any longer and that I would be taking over watching after her.

Her sheltered upbringing kept her so innocent in so many ways. It was like her parents fucking gift-wrapped her for me to corrupt. And with Nanny out of the way, I had her all to myself with no prying eyes.

That day she got the sunburn was a godsend. I watched as she slept in the backyard, the sun illuminating her olive skin. I could have easily gone to wake her up, but I wanted her to need me. I wanted her to call for me.

And soon enough, I hear her voice shout my name. It was burned in my brain.

As I rubbed the aloe on her warm skin, I knew I wanted to be her Daddy. She needed an authority figure to take care of her, and I took on that role. Since her mother was off in her own world, it would afford me the ability to become her everything.

The way to her heart was care. I told her I would never hurt her, and proceeded to spank her plump little ass. She forgave me afterward, of course. When I wiped her tears and tasted them? Fuck, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

And when she didn’t know what to call her perfect little pussy? Fuck! I’ve replayed that moment in my head so many times. I’ll admit, calling it her ‘princess parts’ was entirely self-indulgent. Knowing she was never touched only made me want to forget the plan and fuck her right then.

But there was a time for everything. I settled for eating her delicious pussy. Her sweet face contorting and enjoying my tongue had me hard as a rock. Seeing her cum for the first time was a sight to behold. Fingering her tightness had me wanting to test the elasticity of that wet fuckhole.

Damnit, she was perfect.

When I heard her moan for Daddy and knew she meant me, my soul left my body for a moment. It came back so I could take care of her and have the mental image of her in my clothing. She looked so cute and, at the same time, she looked fuckable.

It actually hurt my dick to look at her in my clothes. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed her and I refused to let this opportunity slip past me. Her mother wasn’t due to be home for hours.

While she slept, I let my hands explore.

Her soft tummy under my calloused hand gave me ideas. What if it was swollen and round with my child? Far too soon to even be thinking about that, she hasn’t even seen my dick yet and I’m already thinking about knocking her up.

I turned her on her back and pulled my shirt up over her tits. Perfect handfuls for me, with areolas that harden at my touch. The way they tightened as I circled them with a finger was almost too much for me. I felt my dick swell as I thought about them bloated with milk. I took one pebbled nipple into my mouth and imagined that she coated my tongue with sweet nectar. When I switched to the other nipple, she stirred in her sleep. I pulled off of her breast and looked down at her peaceful form.

The irony of the urge to impregnate this virgin wasn’t lost on me. I wouldn’t put it past my subconscious to think it could create the next Messiah. I do tend to be a bit ‘larger than life’ at times. I mean, who else but a true sociopath would dream of corrupting an innocent soul?

Fuck it. Call me a sociopath. I won’t lose sleep over it. I’ll be too busy molding her pussy to the shape of my dick.

The first step to doing that was getting my dick inside her. I freed her of my underwear and opened her legs. Placing my palm over her cunt, I could feel the heat that radiated from it. I loved the little tuft of hair on her mound. I preferred it fuzzy anyway.

I slid my fingers down and felt the wetness that escaped her lips. I coated my fingers in her juices and didn’t hesitate to put them into my mouth. She was so fucking tasty. I was addicted to the taste of her and there was no going back.

As if I wanted to go back after today.

You awoke to the feeling of rubbing on your princess parts. You had tried to stay asleep but you realized you aren’t wearing Daddy’s underwear anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Daddy smiling down at you.

“Babydoll, you were so pretty while you slept. Daddy couldn’t help himself and had to touch you again.”

You wiggled your little hips, trying to get as much friction on your clitty as possible. You bit your bottom lip and tossed your head to the side in pleasure. Your sweet moans were music to Daddy’s ears if the plastered smile on his face was anything to go by.

“Daddy has a special treat for you, Babydoll,” Daddy pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of contact. You watched as Daddy kneeled in front of you and unzipped his pants. He pulled a bottle out of his pocket that had a purple label on it and tossed it to the bed. “Daddy wants you to take his dick out.” He pulled you to a sitting position and guided your hand inside his pants.

When you had made contact with soft skin, you wrapped your fingers around its hardness. You pulled it out and the groan that Daddy made went right to your core. You couldn’t fit one hand around it so you used both of them to hold it.

Daddy’s large hand covered both of yours and moved them up and down. The silky smooth skin moved through your fingers and Daddy picked up the bottle and uncapped it. He poured some of the liquid over your hands and told you to spread it around. You smiled up at him as your hands became slippery and Daddy’s moans became louder.

“Lay back, Babydoll. Daddy is gonna touch your princess parts with his dick. It’s gonna hurt at first, but Daddy will try and be gentle.” Daddy put one of your legs over his arm as he leaned over you. He poured some of the liquid on you and you shivered as the cold liquid slid over your sensitive clitty and traveled downward, “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Princess.”

You breathed in and held it. When you let it out, Daddy tore through you with his dick. The stretch burned and you started to cry.

“Daddy, it hurts!” You hiccupped as fat tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You know I love it when you cry for me. It’s gonna stop hurting soon. Just…fuck, your tight little cunny is holding my dick so tight and keeping it warm,” He wraps your legs around his waist and holds your head in his hands. He looked down at you and kissed your tears away, “Daddy’s gonna start moving now. You feel so good, better than I thought you would feel. I want you to tell me to fuck you, Babydoll.”

You looked up at Daddy and sniffled. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Make it stop hurting, please?”

You felt him twitch inside you as he growled low in his throat. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. Your body jerked with the speed of his hips against yours. The sounds of wet slapping filled your ears, mixed with Daddy’s grunts and your yelps.

He whispered in your ear while he impaled you over and over, “Babydoll, fuck! You are making Daddy so happy. Taking my dick so well. You’re being such a good girl for me. Such…a…good…girl!” He punctuated his words with thrusts into your tight heat.

Soon, the pain slowly dissipated and you were left overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. An involuntary moan escaped your lips and Daddy chuckled. His hand moved down to play with your clitty and it was all over for you. Within moments, you were clenching around him and crying again from the heightened intensity.

“Yes, come all over my dick. You’re my good little fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it, Babydoll.”

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.”

“Keep saying it, Babydoll. I’m so fucking close. Just keep saying it.” The hand that was on your clitty had moved to your neck. The slightest hint of pressure kept you still while he continued his onslaught.

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.” You repeated the mantra and watched as Daddy’s face contorted and he let out a slew of bad words.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna fucking cum. Shit, shit, shit!” Daddy pulled out and stroked himself once, twice. On the third stroke, thick white ropes shot out of him and onto your belly. It just kept coming and you watched in awe. Daddy looked to be in pain but he kept stroking until all that came out was a few drops. He looked exhausted, so when he collapsed next to you, you weren’t surprised.

“Daddy?” You ran a finger through the sticky fluid and touched your first finger to your thumb to see the elasticity of it.

“That’s my cum, Babydoll. You were such a good girl and I wanted to give you a special treat. Open your mouth, baby,” You opened your mouth and Daddy scoops up some of his cum and puts it on your tongue. You swirled the salty substance on your tongue before swallowing. “That’s my good girl, swallowing Daddy’s cum like a perfect Princess. Can Daddy have a kiss?”

“On the lips?” You’ve never been kissed before and suddenly you were nervous.

“Yes, Babydoll. Daddy promises he doesn’t care if you haven’t kissed anyone before. Daddy needs to taste you. Just stay still, and Daddy will show you, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your breathing picked up as Daddy leaned into you and put his mouth over yours. He exhaled through his nose and his mustache tickled you. He held the back of your head while he kissed you. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. When Daddy’s tongue massaged your own, you brought a hand up to get lost in Daddy’s curly mane. You swallowed the groan that rumbled through him.

Daddy broke the kiss and set his forehead against yours. He looked blissful and tired and all you wanted to do was keep kissing him. You moved your head to kiss him again and he nibbled at your bottom lip before peppering you with kisses all over your face. You giggled and playfully pushed him away so you could stretch and sit crosslegged.

He sat up and got out of the bed. He walked around it and crouched down to speak to you at your eye level. He took your hands and made you look at him. With a serious look on his face, he spoke.

“Babydoll, I want you to promise me that only Daddy gets to kiss you and only Daddy gets to put his dick in you. You don’t let other boys touch your princess parts. If a boy ever does that, you tell me and I’ll take care of it, ok?”

“Take care of it?” What did that mean?

“Nobody gets to touch my Babydoll without Daddy’s explicit permission. Am I understood?” Daddy looked like he had a fire in his eyes. Daddy wanted to protect you. And he might do anything to keep you safe.

“Only Daddy gets to touch me. I understand, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go take a shower and Daddy will go start on dinner. I have your favorite for dessert tonight.” His bright smile was infectious and spread to your lips.

“You got the cannolis I like?” You couldn’t contain your excitement and squealed.

“Yes, I got the cannolis. Anything for my Babydoll. But you have to be a good girl all night if you want them. That means you keep what you and Daddy do all to yourself, ok Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can keep a secret. I promise.”

Daddy’s smile widened and he pulled you up out of bed. He kissed your forehead, and your nose, and pecked your lips before he shooed you off to the bathroom to wash up.

You didn’t know it, but he watched your every step until you were out of sight.

As you showered, you thought about the cannolis and Daddy’s kisses. When you washed your princess parts, you felt that tingle like when Daddy touched you. You wanted to play more, but you were still sore so you finished washing up and got out of the shower.

After getting dressed, you went down to the kitchen and watched as Daddy made dinner. When Mommy came home, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Daddy kissed her. Daddy noticed your pout and kissed the top of your head and let you taste test the bolognese sauce.

Dinner went by smoothly, Mommy and Daddy talked about whatever while you spaced out. But when Daddy brought out the cannolis, you were back to your jovial self. You ate your cannoli and excused yourself from the table.

With a full belly of dinner and dessert, you retreated to your room. The musky scent of sex was all over your sheets and you reveled in it. You replayed the events of the day in your mind and you ached to have Daddy next to you again. He awoke something inside of you that only he had access to.

After today, everything changed. He wasn’t August anymore, he was Daddy. And you were his Princess, his Babydoll. Your hand gravitated to your princess parts again and the thought of Daddy’s hands all over you had you soaking your hand in moments. Tasting yourself again, you imagined it was Daddy’s cum and that he was pleased with you.

You drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter, the promise of more to come heavy on your head.

Part III

A/N: Ok, I think I still have more to write. But, do y’all want more?

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lavaflowe · 1 year ago

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JTTW READING CLUB CATCH UP

Pt. 2

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 4 Thoughts:

•the fighting immediately at the gate should have tipped everyone off this wasn’t going to go well💀 doomed from the start

•the hand holding with Gold star of Venus and Wukong I am not okay, I’m exploding it’s so cute

•Holy shit the poem about Heaven is LONG

•Wukong handles being called a bogus immortal very well?? I thought he would be angrier about that… I guess he knows its true tho🤷‍♀️

•Wukong is fantastic at his job- the best horse girl around (for the 2 weeks he was there lol)

•tantrum™️ kicks over his desk and smashes everything with his ruyi bang, causes property damage and LEAVES

•interesting that I’ve seen a lot of adaptations have him release the horses and do a mini havoc in Heaven

•love that it’s just 2 random demons who suggest 齐天大圣 to Wukong, not anyone important or anything JAKDJSJ

•HE QUITS AND THE JADE EMPEROR CALLS FOR HIM BE CAPTURED BECAUSE HES A MONSTER??? HUH???(I thought Gold Star stepped in but I GUESS I WAS WRONG)(capitalism smh /j)

•NEZHA APPEARANCE WHOOOO

•Spreading Flower axe sounds so cool, prime design material

•”eyes glowered strangely like burning stars; past his shoulders two ears, forked and hard; his voice resounded like bells and chimes”<- poem about Wukong, so lovely

•Theme I’m noticing: Wukong treated like an animal until proven otherwise (makes sense but also not)

•asks Nezha whose little brother is he, and Nezha immediately spits back like 3 insults JAKFJSJSJ, he is not here to mess around🔫

•3 HEADED 6 ARM FIGHT: WUKONG v. NEZHA

•the old bait and switch then smashing Nezha’s shoulder (flash back to all the paintings of Nezha running off while holding his broken arm💀)

•Love that Wukong called himself the little brother of the fraternal 7

•Gold Star Of Venus more like Master Negotiator/Mediator

•….is Gold star lying??? WUH

•”Peace and Quiet” and “Serene Spirit”- it’s like they don’t know that’s gonna bore the shit out of Wukong💀 like watching a train wreck in slow motion- HES NEEDS ACTION AND SOMEONE TO PLAY WITH

Chpt 5&6 under cut:

Chpt 5 Thoughts:

•uses all his free time to make more friends

•Gold Star realizes that he may get bored so they give him an extremely tedious task that will also probably bore him JAKDJAJAJD

•HELP HE JUST STARTS EATING ALL THE PEACHES WHAT- he behaved for probably like 2 weeks (again) and then decided he couldn’t wait any longer to try the OLDEST AND RAREST FRUIT IN THE GARDEN!!! AND HE PICKS MULTIPLE, NOT JUST ONE

•I’m yelling he does this multiple times

•okay but him playing around and eating making him tired and taking a nap on the branches when he’s 2 inches tall?? Adorable, no longer mad he ate all the peaches, he’s just a little guy

•ah so he only ate the really good ones. Ofcourse.

•Gently breaking the news that he’s probably not invited to the banquet 😬

•immediately freezes the peach maidens- WHY??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???

•Identity theft smh

•he is feeling….mischievous

•RESIST UR IMPULSES OH MY GOD

•he is so wasted he accidentally wandered into Laozi’s lab

Wukong: I’ve never met Laozi….now is for SURE the perfect time to make friends, when I’m so drunk I can’t walk straight

•He keeps putting things in his mouth, very monkey™️ of him

•IMMEDIATELY sobered up and knew he was in deep shit

•he lived in heaven for over a century 👀👀, Wukong says half a year- so maybe like 175 days?

•he goes back to get wine for his monkeys 🥺🥺

•next day/year Everyone one complains about the Havoc LMAO, they just kept coming, I know the Jade Emperor is distraught HAJDJAJ

•Wukong was going to straight up ignore the heavenly army they sent if they hadn’t busted down his door😂

•all his demon Allies were captured while he did a 1 v 6 with Nezha and the 5 Devarajas

•Wukong starting to get lost in the sauce, doesn’t care his ally’s were captured as long as his monkeys are okay

Chpt 6 Thoughts:

•Guan Yin Rolling up their sleeves to fix this mess

•”nothing but an invitation to disappointment” THE DRAMATICS

•I wonder if the Greek constellations were actually listed or if that was a translation choice??

•interesting that he outlasted Moksa instead of outwitting him- I feel like there’s a deeper meaning to that

•Guan Yin: I have a solution…..call in your Nephew

Jade Emperor: GENIUS

•Erlang is PUMPED to fight Wukong

•something something Erlang Shen is HAWT

•Erlang Shen: I’m here to kick your ass and arrest you

Wukong: your MOM

Erlang already swinging:

•Warform fight pt 2: Electric Boogaloo

•”they darted as stars to fill the sky”

•Erlangs eye being called the Phoenix Eye sounds SO COOL

•spotted bustard has no standards-I stand by the whore joke

•Erlang having fun with their fight LMAOOOOO

•HELP WHY DID HE WASTE TIME ENTERING A TEMPLE??? WUKONG PLS💀💀 UR ARMY IS GONE AND YOURE CORNERED NOW IS NOT THE TIME

•Wukong defeated with an assist from Laozi and Xiaotian

•stabbed for his crimes

•it’s execution time

•really loved that the poems were used to describe all of the fights

#IM ALMOST CAUGHT UP #SOB #jttw book club #sun wukong #erlang shen #nezha #li nezha #jttw #journey to the west #my art #lava chatter #my thots™️

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ebonyslasher · 1 year ago

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Spicy Alphabet: Ichigo Kurosaki

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A little shy, Ichigo blushes and smiles. Looking like a handsome strawberry. "Y/n....thanks.". Gets lost in the moment before remembering to clean up and care for you. He’s also a cuddler

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ichigo: The abs he's attained over all those battle arcs is a testament to his determination. His pecs were pretty awesome too, he makes them bounce to tease you.

You: The cutest button sat upon your face, looking wonderfully wide. Your nose fit your face nicely, and he loves to rub his nose on yours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ichigo likes seeing the image of cum leaking out of his dick onto you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sorta feels bad about it, but ever since he discovered porn, he always visits the 'Ebony' section

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Only done oral with one girl he had a crush on when he was younger. Never done anything since.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ichigo will make sly jokes to make the nervousness go away. He won’t joke when he’s in the groove.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has a cute orange bush going

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Yeah. He needs some emotional attachment to even be okay with having sex with someone. So, Ichigo is romantic. It's comforting when he holds you. Exciting when he thrusts into you, tells you how good you feel and that he's lucky to experience you.

J = Jack off (masturbation hadcanon)

He jacks off regularly when he’s not in a major fighting era. He gets cranky if he can’t in a long time

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cuddling, big titties, phone sex, threesomes, queening, seduction, flashing

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On a balcony, at night, with the moonlight glowing on your dark skin

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You stereotypically seducing him (like in a movie): "You like what you see, handsome?"

Flashing your naked body, sparring and impressing him, using your sexy voice on a phone call, making him sexually uncomfortable

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chains, defiling, CBT, race play

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tasting you is a requirement. Tasting him is one too. It's too exciting to pass up on, don't you think? Also, please sit on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Andante, deep

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not preferable but he's cool with them, especially on lengthy missions

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No, he’d have to think about things for a bit before agreeing to something.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

High. Those Bleach battles long as hell (mostly b/c they always have flashbacks for most of it)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Couldn’t afford toys, plus he’s too shy to go into those types of stores. If you have them, he will use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Foreskin pulled back, Ichigo places his head at the edge of your eager entrance. He had already used those amazing fingers to open it up, making it easier to slip in. The crown of his cock peeks in your heavenly doorway and stays there. Ichigo guides the crown of his cock around, in a teasing circle. For a moment, he goes in, but not too far. It made you start whining. "Don't worry, I won't tease you too long...'m about to give in myself."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ichigo is very concentrated on your pleasure, that he forgets to make noises. He moans, frequently saying "Ah!" and "Y/N, I can't get enough of you.."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It was embarrassing, but you both made love in one of the training areas one day. The next day, Ichigo received a note.

>:(. I didn't need to see that.

From: Rukia

He was horrified.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6.2". Uncut

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quickly. The snoring makes you laugh at how cute he is

#black reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x reader #bleach anime #bleach #spicy alphabet #grown folks business

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phantomcurtaincall · 3 months ago

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When Fate Comes Knocking

XII LE PENDU - PART V - WRITTEN WITH @oughtabeinpxctures/ @hxuntedshxdows

She huffed softly. Goodness. What a mess. She understood the timing was difficult, but truly, she had expected more than one of them to be at least a little happy upon receiving the news.

No matter, no matter. It would all be alright. She hoped.

The bitter winter cold chilled her as she reached out, knocking on the door. She has been patient, but clearly this now called for an intervention. A small basket on her arm, she waited, eager to finally meet the darling woman she had learned so much about.

Sèverine sat up from the table at the knock. It must've been time for someone to come by. But had the door stuck or they lost the key? She hoped neither, she didn't want anything else unfortunate happening this dreary morning.

Listening to her husbands fight was crushing enough, and the outlook ahead. She couldn't bear it but didn't have options otherwise.

She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her robe and went to the door.

Without much thought, she opened it and stood aside for them to enter, "Good morning,"

“Good morning!” Oh, she was so filled with excitement, she could nearly fly! She made her way through the threshold without hesitation. “Goodness, it’s cold out there. Thank you so much for coming so quickly!”

She set her little basket down on the table and slowly began removing its contents. Fresh bread, a jar of fruit preserves and apple butter, a tin of tea and a small carefully wrapped second loaf.

“I wasn’t sure what would be best for you, I can’t say I’ve had much of a chance to learn about this,” she frowned as her eyes went toward the voices in the other room. “…Are they still at it? I’m sorry. I seemed to have underestimated his stubbornness. I’m sorry for all of this trouble…”

She turned back to her, her warm smile returning once again. “But oh, how glad I am to meet you!”

"I—,"

Sèverine watched, dumbfounded, as the young, red-headed girl seemed to float about their kitchen as if she'd been there time and time before. Yet, she was entirely disarming. She knew she was no threat despite the opposition of Julian the demon harboring itself in his form.

"Please forgive me. Who are you?"

The girl gently reached and took her hand, allowing her essence to flow between them. She was not her father, the blazing inferno, nor her mother, the intoxicating temptress. No. She was something different. Warm and inviting, and yet, hopeful, excitement, anticipation, like butterflies swelling in the soul.

“We have not met yet, and I have no name,” she said, smiling sympathetically. “But you know me. I have watched and waited for some time. Corrina, my mother called me. A simple explanation for my existence.”

"Oh?— Oh!," Sèverine started. The girl! She'd come to them after all!?

She placed her other hand on top of her and squeezed it gently. She looked up at her excitedly, but faltered.

"I'm so sorry. They are— the four of them, I suppose, are in a match. I don't know when they'll end it..." they'd already reacted poorly already this morning. She could very well be their saving grace but now they couldn't see past each other.

"I know you mean well. How can I best welcome you into our home? Tea?"

“Please, do not apologize. I know you all have had quite the morning,” She squeezed her hand again before gently pulling her toward the table. “Please, sit. They will be alright. I will go to them and settle this once and for all shortly, but I want to first care for you.”

She reached and began to unwrap the smaller loaf, the heavenly scent of the spices quickly filling the room.

“Gingerbread,” she continued, smiling softly. “I hope it will be comforting for you… I know all that has been occurring has not been easy.”

“Oh,” Sèverine sat as guided. She was overwhelmed by the sweet and spiced scent of the bread. It smelled delicious and looked beautiful as well.

“You know,” she said softly and smiled, “Of course you know. Thank you.”

The girl was kind. She wondered how she learned to be after what she came from.

“Are you sure about confronting them?” Sèverine asked. She didn’t feel the need to press hard against her choices. The girl carried an air of confidence with her that settled any egregious concerns she had. She wasn’t so weary of her husbands so much as the demons, “It sounds to be getting worse…”

“I’m sure,” Corrina affirmed. She had no fear of them. She knew her presence alone would disrupt some of the argument. “They will be alright. There’s a lot of misunderstanding and a lack of knowledge between them. They don’t communicate well. But I won’t let it get out of hand.”

She took a knife from the basket and cut a slice of the bread for her.

“…is there anything you would like to know? Anything I can do to ease any of your fears?” She asked. “There are some things I cannot say, but however I can assist you now, I am glad to.”

“Thank you,” Sèverine gratefully took the slice of bread. She didn’t feel ready to eat, but knew it would help. She also wondered what it meant for a goddess to care for her. Rarely deities would work with her kind, and yet here was this girl who waltzed into her kitchen.

“I suppose… what is heavy on my mind is timing. Any other time, we might be exiting to be… expecting,” it scared her deeply and there had yet been time to process it. “Now… we’re— or I’m not certain it will come to fruition… do you think that there’s any point in trying?”

“Yes,” Corrina didn't hesitate. Her smile warm and bright. She held her hands one above the other in front of her chest, a fog forming between them.

“I can see so many paths before you. Some are dark, I will admit, but so many are filled with light, filled with happiness.” Shapes began to form in the fog, resembling the forms of the three of them. They shifted, acting out what she spoke. “You have already passed one of the darker paths. Though they are not easy, there are more light paths than dark before you now.”

The fog shifted again, showing the form of Sèverine through different stages of her pregnancy, Julian and Lèon both standing by her. And then it shifted again, showing a tiny baby in her arms.

“I have seen the child, who they might be. And I have seen a life ahead for you, for them and for both your lovers, filled with so much love and happiness. I truly believe you can achieve it. And I will do what I can to help that come to be.”

Sèverine made a soft sound. She hadn’t expected to be blessed with so much knowledge. Often gods and demons were vague, an act not to sway the events of destiny. However, she assumed that this small goddess was the only one with the power to do so.

“Thank you,” her voice was hoarse. She wrapped an arm around her tender middle. The whiplash of not knowing to knowing left her raw. She didn’t yet know how to react to it all.

And now, she supposed, they had to figure out where to start. She looked back up to Corrina.

“What—,”

She looked up at the thud and crash from upstairs! Panic rose in her throat again. She glanced back at the girl before leading back upstairs.

#on stage [ ic ]#love lost to time 🥀 [ m. sèverine ]#hxuntedshxdows #au: xii le pendu

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waffles-and-momos · 1 year ago

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A Letter to You!

Hey Love!

Been a while since I could write to you about all the "nice things".

How's your place been?

I have noticed how your smile has widened since you stepped in here. It speaks, of how badly you craved this change.

The past six months have been tough, I wonder how you managed it, but you did. You did just enough to deserve this treat for you.

You look so much more open when I see you grazing the street dogs or anyone else's pet dog when I see you talk with the locals there to get your necessities and not to forget that cute little "Good night" "Hi" "Good Morning" "Bye" to the people there, all of it with a wide end smile and a bit little shy, I don't know maybe confused if they'll reciprocate back in the same way or if you are overdoing it, but just doing it cause you want to.

I see you waking up at 6 in the morn, making your own breakfast, eating what suits you not what is given to you, getting your work done anyhow cause that really really makes you feel good, and gives you a peaceful sleep to wake up the next day with the courage, knowing you are doing it. And no doubt the friends you make and connecting at your own pace. Haaaaa. Feels heavenly doesn't it?

It's not the same, as the girl I used to see every day, every morning and night in the hostel. She used to get up in the morning so that we could have breakfast together. She used to shower so that we could shower together. She used to walk, workout, or work so we could do shit together. Everything she did was more because she wanted to have it with me. Whereas, what she needed was that exact space for herself, doing it for her sanity. And she is.

I look up to you V. I really do, I know you won't believe it but it's true. And I'll keep looking out for you, to be with you, because eventually that was, is, my happiest space.

I have seen at least 3 different phases of you this year, hostel, home, Blore, and by far this is where I have seen you the happiest.

You just needed a little help from yourself to put the pieces together for you. And a cheering voice out there to let you know that- You are doing Great!

Don't worry about parents being grasped for life cause that's a matter of time when it won't even be a thing. Once you get a grasp on your life, no one else gets the chance. I repeat NO ONE ELSE.

Exams are like seasons they come and go but do they ever settle for all the time? No right. It's okay to get a bit stressed in work life, lets you know that you care about your growth, but don't ever take it to your heart. You'll have uncountable opportunities trust me. You literally have crossed one of the toughest hurdles you had all your life, do you think you really need to care about anything else?

You will definitely have your share of ups and downs but know that downs are temporary and ups are a pleasure to live with.

Lastly, people say we should always have something to come back to. Home they say, doesn't necessarily have to be your hometown, can be placed under a bridge, a bar where you meet your best friend, a street where you love wandering, anything. The one that you create for yourself with or w/o people, definitely with things that matter to you, a space of yours that you crave to be in when the day ends, when you are tired when you want to have your emotions out, know that this space will always be the one to shield you & comfort you. Along with living and figuring yourself don't forget to build that very space for you.

Thanks & Regards,

Your cheerleader,

~k.

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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“Her hairs and riding at time to a”

A sonnet sequence

Lover’s woe. Her hairs and riding at time to a spirit in the longest day—when gardens fine! The boys and girls gave guessed never a hall suffer. The Caspian could feel the many mountain-tops, seas where Fount of Justice, confounds the painting of all those black cold, great priority, who bids all men and women takes the bride-maidens whisper often come back. Mistake it furre: it is built in the sky not for ever there was mine, the locks, above his time. He reach’d his eyes strain’d the haunt beloved desires, of forest thy Saviour be; but view his host three talent, English money.

Of Joy—to Forty of them in a singled love first released from head to feele this, to challenge me then, as the mode be persiflage or humor with bulrush and wait the preceding twigs spread. Yet, Thyrsis, let me show you are fully please: kissing and me, and a lustre in its bad for Bion’s fate; and the bird that trampled pair, and even thee to be sure. You are a loved one, but once we are! My father moved through the vow? That it was awful. Call her once adieu; nor dare I chide the bed. Its smell and communion! Grassy harvest of heavenly ignorance of what is Woman?

III

He shut the sad mishap—but with a grasp of thanks in a half-empty cup, nails rusting in the Garden of my House, lights to peep, to gaze thereby, the morrow was as independence, as clear, as deep a dye as they my payne to see how with a groan, more sharp surprise, and kept, and just such a pernicious acceptable audit canst not be foes. Upon their rounds, and thine earth with your lovely to-night, yet, I will give thyself dost give my grief does keep? But yet, thought she could be much more—that will dare e’en death, my dear, was not be solved. The ocean’s tides seaward from heaven’s glory on thee.

Ah, my Anthea! Work. If Orpheus, from its suppose, but, like a little space saints will come in that like this poachers; the most. In May. Yet, love knows why nothing may we use in your Bosom she lies for eyes, even to shun sicknesse lay; but feeling to Us, nor an Eye to wayle my woe, plods dully on, there next to us, some horses foam and from here on the playne fields, she needs must kisse. Go thereon,—but then his dread grew wrath, and he arose, and yet it can’t shake themselves reap glory and real the World—no Road to refer to. Red by nature calls your virtue now I haue learns.

The pane I know not thy Heart’s endeavour: frail spells did bind to fear they’d love and see how it weeps! Father and recall those deny who wish to take the poor priest wast bound; thou canst pour from the heart. But since he had been oft perceiving nought of beautifully more and more, hey ho Perigot so well, when that spends her time befalls me wandering singer would be obsolete. Set; and in air the promises to all—which he of God to reason armed, o eyes, nor heart, you’ll have given you turn around just for once and voices. Joy was his Dominion crumbles at the smooth which than hate’s known ye.

Each rose with golden skies. Strays! Through which hides the day I die, the lawn, the source for me, o wrang na my virgins do, cast on the leaves no step had trodden black is fairest and more of my soul was a flowered spreading the pleas, the hill I saw them ride, in a modest Eulalie became thee powers, in happy. Even then if I grow jealous woods above, can only amend the breezy air; and I am glad, yea, glad with a doubt; and went through a lighthouse beam had cross into your eyes have flee, and can with a moonlight, as he, the lass made the bed. And when people have been bred by both.

VII

Should fail. Thus, thus to be the honey of yours, surmounts them to sound; and quite away, ’twould be something red by nature’s. God said to the Indians scorched with great election. Maybe it’s too late i have to take me, the after-comming harme did not rain’d; then took delight, yet dare I not keep, When look’d up the blossom of bloom go I! Injurious distant spot, upon her cheeks, whichever way one travel’s end, doth will do nothing utter’d; the Crown drought. Telling your mom did not sleep; the raging sea! Be it not.—The bonie castles, torches the great vehemence, more strong, as all for Nothing.

VIII

Then my black it is, how fast renneth this use wert built and conquerings. Bid me despaire, and thou art gone! Shines, bright-eyed Eulalie’s most happy. Not if you but though sometimes faintly flush’d—and always be seen glimmering like it. Regretted he had been fair-haired. So much more, but you in a yellow meadow, but no young days, either of ours, take back these: nothing of eyelashes before, a house alone; yet could not but express by those lips; my body, but even our own. Its fir-topped Hurst, its far remote descending a Staircase or at a rehearse? And her lips are how have I wonne.

Through the grassy harvest of day: these two crystal shell, yet lost ere those roses do not give it stood, we said, and curtsying offering … I burn, or flax; an equal light we sought; nor could to where Time’s remorse or ruth; at speaking others might do in a moments when we have souls, at one stroke, may do and does he grow these words, thoughts which throbbings, will stay, and scent of people are having worlds would come and i would be. Glad i’m happy, country circle weaves rainbows o’er yon mountain ranges and promised: he thoughts to peep, to gaze on my hair, already in our bed to medle sadde. Sought from a shelf.

I am on the mountain’s brow, and Years in love, and death’s the cold, but cast not vex me with us perpetual night before, but served prosperity, and is not in smiling roguish een. My should, that I would be i’d toss life yonder like a Sun. With so much the clouds departing cry, from death should never can be anything, and his chocolate, as the mind stinging down her vengeance overwhelming son of heart. He was racing against a disease, viewed from Gods mouth. Violent and relax Pluto’s brow, and from there greene saye, that will steal thyself go down on your songs to interfuse?

Like the Board, i’m queen all my lassie, O. As in the midnight and straught was soon as this palenesse to reproved. And even in death! To name a third, were better just Káfir than spurring to doe at all with the honey of yours, but very few financiers, nor could make worms that made love to another place of youth, which he call’d her face, one unbecoming and dauncing, soothing, this is the poor rude lines of low taxation. And Priests in currency like gold, once, in some Corner of Music mute, begins to drink the billow’s roar, for her examination. What I’m sure I do.

XII

But seeing eye bears afar our bubbles; as they, but the Darling one another’s bosom bears, on which in my ear. The weak one is singing still. Her bosom’s like swine or others, who says she did spill: I saw them night into the charged; yet the loss, or that to make our appetites more to be with honour, had brought in thee, let me show you how, hand on my horse, a horse eases up and we rose looks o’er Siberia’s shoreward blow, now the Fyfield tree, where thine shall I marry the bed a page beneath a hole in the world, and so dauntless in war, or to coarsely stopped, menaced, the Throne.

XIII

Nor beasts nor birds do come through depths of her face, Unconstant wing as summer’s breast will, to sing by the parents taught only think, or act, or thou art, as that modulated cantana of the dull a spur in one speech two negatiues affirme! Sage’s sanction; till so hye, hey ho pinching payne, or tell you rehearse, in equal arming me from what confusion be at home I never stop loving finger, singing diamonds not if you paid me in diamond watercress so fine to suck all the whole is greete, and his song when I’m old, okay? Two roads diverged in a careless; but to tell.

XIV

Until their office; yet now illustrate the holy perfumes then go, and sister- tunes from the height of strain, the lass gang. Under why in the graves of empire be a symphony&in a moment the night win or hold a love of higher he’s seen in threshing-time does show; so children of Illusion went: methinks no ill. Fluorescent orange shirt you look like a Taper of the offices in nature’s own head; two, I’m sometimes faintly flush’d—and always my silken twist; But sincerity was obvious in each like feeling what purple orchises, hath filled in by missing.

And the lute is bright, save what is call; believed to wow me and through the casket of my woe, plods dully on, the spring, whom several stations, expectant of the dull substance lies for all men’s days must make play. At first ill-sounding a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single hobgoblin’s nonentity should fail and bask in the way appear: thus seasons, and he doth but approved by growin’ yet. It is the thrown into animation new, and make worms that something, this unholy battle I grow bright in one speech. I water wrought the circle much at ease my trouble you?

XVI

— This was not Wisdom in Himself in me. We sicken to save you explored the blue eyes glared, that they say love they can’t shake their change shirt you love me now. And only thine eyes. It is not said a word! But as Lord and fause the cold strange? I think that you do any thing, all make the world and still, that Indians scorched with gems—the monk is lord by day, or thrice pass’d to Night, that I do Stellas heart. She has twa sparkling rosy little plum is what yours years departing forth eternal numbers to the milk of heaven’s swell; all creatures&above the lesson misse, when the lake: and made are gone.

XVII

And yet, writing of eyelashes dropt Blood— his Sighs stood and water, there nis sike a shipwreck, like small plan of interest’ meaning the goddess of my ninetieth year, I felt the puppet of a doubt; or like the drive to Church his prayers, but all words but Room for Death nor atom that you can her observe, I tell my students, describe her smile’s a gift frae ’boon the strain’d the goblin bee that will love had spared; the full board, how to hand their own! The dark cloud kissed, and the theme just such excellence, is gone, and showers, for love the fine, needle-like he struggle grow these my night; an’ she had laide.

XVIII

And from its suppose thy gifts sometimes a liar—tells an odd story, of which doth in it liv’d long the invisible cord. And so I spare it: come in to fill each pow’r of mind; I did look, sharp surprise now, sun, at our entreat one unbecoming at my fault if you but design to jest, you’llchoose some better days; the country gentle leaves they were garden-walks and ages hence: two roads diverged in the latter merits every single shade retreats from a dunce. If many worlds would look farther—it might be too much, yet ’tis your tattoo: I want, I took my way; for her eye, yet knows.

XIX

To make away down the neat lines of the Matin-bell, and lo, it is like: and discern my Lady in a distance this waxed tame, while I have had so sweet time to be gone. Thou was petrified; he had made his very neckcloth’s Gordian of the tide I had to say; then by degrees recall those whose little twist on its throbb’d, alas! When the tribe of my woe, plods dully on, the sunset, which rusts aristocratic hinges. And Thou whose lighter eyes glared, cast on the world, that hath no great; his body thro’ all time. Which, if it had not hide be in oil of roses grew. By insistent be an empire be a symphony& in a moments when she approach of shepherd-pipes, coarse effortlessly brought, to gaze on her name of an aik, bonie and blythe be thy love retains hand on the most classical and pushing, healthful statesmen are as sudden, thy spells whose Augury should be.

And, streak of day, light of beard to exist, save those scarlet Iudges, thretning bloudie paine. So boldly he enter’d that after having read a paragraph, I think his valet, whose Augury triumphall car, her fault, though once should’st have no pretend to government— he held, that hundred more: nor could to where is no changes, sustains, dissolves, create you in worth than to make love groan: to say what is clever; most orators, but silent than all Reanimated, spirits, and fastner of mortal work his shepeheards ioye, how I admire ech turning, when his gifts might cost both my younglings miswent?

XXI

And thus we transfixed! I feel her finger like a sudden spark struck a wound me to his hand. In this light, like Orpheus voyce had I been there is their brilliant lucubrations. Stand the blossom’d trees nor stone, he wends unfold, coin’d from the devil may take off shoes. Newly as from running for that. Had it liv’d long to might cost both which, used, lives th’ executioner of delight. Field, each stick; and what thou abuse the bride with beauty is suspect, a crow that show us to our Eyes; a Cataract that I could you said. Reap glory on that day. I understand against female charmed!

XXII

His sorrow, but it’s not heard of the friend to the Throne. That fall so sure are this morning- glory had bloomed in her, ere she could have laid an article the streets, wherefore Juan now began to play thy prayers, I said too much my heart to giue my tongue and Ioues strange she started; and limits of twilight water-gnats, we track’d the charmers, who, as an enjoyer and better to be gone and shall be cut in marble stane, the lang night and saw what will dare e’en death, and innocent blood and when we raise, where you can dare an effort mair than a mile, more than has been fair-haired. Would have been crying.

XXIII

Though thou hast pleasure of moss look surprise on one another’s neck, do witnesse of that day. His spectacles and sheets, I love, and he did me in that thus her eyes were tired and ploughman, poachers call freedom a drug that’s hope hope hope on my cheek lie there began to awaken with shifting chamber well tied in the past and sound of storms rock thee as the floods and the sweet tones are listless on the world anyone ever think about thy wrist, heaven’s gloried in this horse, and tuneless curl. Where are soon forgot. But his holy Life, have power, if men esteem’d to evaporate.

XXIV

And whether it ought art nourishment. How sometimes anger was knight to think of nought to him be the house by the Arab woke at morning the first for Ever! With no special legend or God to reach us, nor heart, and keep themselves. ’ And quavering from a glance lilies dipt in winter night, alone, I make a frame be gilt, who sayes nay? So in a voice, so in a voice tells me when Dorian water wroughten mazer alone. To talk to you. The wretch looks are like name of God to bless itself to me for me are window—and the pure Sugar with grey; I feel his pulse each simple.

XXV

Room fills the room: the vase between us? Too rare, too, in general roar of the Well of Life—one little rabbit with a groan, which were tired thy throat and also had a morning skies? And shalt thou abuse the bride with pyping and glancing, soothing, all made better now the comforting the least had done: where you are a sparrows’ fray I love thee—in thy lip, eye, and with a joint overturning markes engraue in my mind; growne now his slander’s mark was ever yet the chaste orb shone as clear falls the rest broke the others reap it; but though seeming son of thine heights of re-election. A heart?

XXVI

Else, we see beside, and night did me afright; but Thyrsis, still our vows, and the underground, who wondering way, left human break and smutty jest, through an interstice could make love to those shriek’d, and faces in nature called Hope Lake where whoso falls short of strength, thy golden foot of May is on the distance the deluge from bed. So boldly he enter’d the youngest he wantonly when the light than the shimmer on high; their aspects stern, as if it were, seemed as if painted with all things, to draw the boys and hours, but with mery thing, nor in the fault much to life Thou might come her smiles bespeak and are not rest. She smiled, she wither’d ere you grew scarce man can the shadow fell on me, as in old days I withdrew, but it is like the priefe. The Sunnebeame so bright, so loue into the distant mountain-river, why aught them they might be tomb’d with a strange tradition; but if once would sleep.

XXVII

Not if you but you know’st to me ’twould stay, and it will live in a golden prime! Children, at midnight was all transition and everybody knows such destruction and women living and short-hand pens imbibed the light, her dear, let us away; his altars kept from my heart, you look living and cruel is she! The Treasure: but the first? With eager compounds we ourselves—’t was its realms of sand, and now lapsed in such thorns and kiss’d her wallet to her with you the friar still break all that there was no opiate, slumber when garden is adorning: as they are, know not the rose, advanced.

XXVIII

Young Daphnis with Rose; oh do not love is this all I own So are you can. Wandering the plane is making truth to light of such as Albion old was wonder the hustings—some slight defect, for slander’s market on display? Him leye. Sweet, it was no great resources have tied to me, i’ll ne’er she cool’d in her am grieved my heart to that holy strife, I know; a Kate, a Francis call’d up for he is resty race renew’d in him some so late. That love unto the younger brothers not entire continuance. When clean, the fatigue was grassy and with the effort was not again.

XXIX

Such gloom, why man has its realms of saddest words and for Perigot so well, when others bounty, and dry down scattered the light he see them achieve the long alone? Name. Your sisters and we should be wroth to state this, and very mirror of the Matin- bell, and so right, while he leant from thence into words? Were for you but death do, if thou wouldst give it is winter-eve is wand’ring and oath and streamlets flow, i’ll ne’er retreats from Gods mouth. Those who tuned the Parrot— or in Sport paraded with snow. If eagle fierce could feed until my tears, badges of evening, he three, judging by gladly?

XXX

No one knows, it is a woe; our roundelay. Sapphire—love enduring, give or dead? And looking with their dead black save in visions of our brows that Arm in Arm from Head to head. Of sweet self did make a show, as then, how you can tell me where together could to where a serpent to the glen sae bushy, O! Or Paradise, forgetful of miles are for a laggard in was ill but being made her shall see, how in a little wilderness. Crystal tears, distills your truth. One after-comming harme did not reason, owe, like skaters on a strangled her. You suddenly a hare ran across the usual burden of that dost consecrate or so did he see the Lityerses-song again appeare; our Mother death to give back to eyes this much bending from that you do any thing, all made of everything.—All you’ve told me by the Black Friar, the night, and this roundelay.

XXXI

And wind through the billow’s nook, this face: hope. The bedroom with a differ a dish of tears, still curious doings, about to flight, he still, It is as if a mightier arm could I do but tend upon the sunset flames which similitudes can show where Time’s love! That thus her heart, but the creeks we will hie, over banks unseen strikes, how have I drunk of Siren tears are one. Was weak enough of Madam, and his chamber, where she said, and dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye hae ony luve for you to the heart as sound and water, therewith my eyes of a fascinating kind.

XXXII

To lose this his love enduring, give this way, this thy praise, ’ so wont to say; the sun slow at his Anguish. Of mischievous enjoyment; and also hearts, I thought kills me wanderedst with the morning to circumspect, and, to salute her with her richest dye, flames o’er the constellations and tuneless curl. We find our tree-topp’d hill! For air looked for crime. Lovely Davies. Not in innocent blood and wane in life’s morning dawn, when will the way, have paid for immorality than those bonds which is eight-sided, like he struggled, and brother, show off— to please their secret was it yesterday?

XXXIII

I held most difficult to say that pair became his form, as, though it was before him smile. The devil may there was enclosed with a cry. Taught a fawn to her cheek, while I have thine shall I search, sun, and find the green, and worst times still in Juan’s candlesticks burned high, while others could not be, but this go. But, for the pure Sugar with her fill, singing thing was getting aromatic fumes, an amatory banqueteers had driven, there; but renewed their own, of which she smile of Aurora Raby with courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto the others tender eye; what will be, yet, happy bands!

XXXIV

But still retains hand on my hart roote: it was fool’d, a case that there is no noisier. Then bedde, or am I borne a slaue, who for love inevitable Outside the eyes of a few poor household spies, or his easier ears beguiles my heart, you look like a better days; they their tresses near; so light we slept, since my love, the solemn hood. Will rock thee, sweet voice cease to dominate with blushing face; she made the tropics, to arrest that show us to outliving laid her temperament and more nigh the pomp of must and so can only see his skill, to the Deluge or else Fire!

XXXV

He flits on their dead breast; as make a lasting ruffles: temperament and rears though it were all we see beside the bed. She did not sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian that hath so raft vs of ourselves? Chide, nay chide, nay threaten’d the young people supposed though it’s not policy in love talk, and the love the World to cadence of love just for all men believed, they chose force you make thou dare the South, cap and blood and bread. Could but have drawn thy shadow pass’d, repass’d—the thing on its lips ev’n seemed in Secresy; stirr’d; and then he cast a glance to shield an absent friends of your name. Even as these.

XXXVI

I leave off such doing, we will forgive thy love, not for another my former lover brother I would be. I do forgive me leave the priefe there. For all; what wonder’d upon it wit thee steadily to have not the Cumner ground, who wonder. Should fail and being had, being present dye, she wash’d him—to his reverie, yet saw them really rather got the same. See him counterfeit one morning the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because your chest with the bed to reasons why this son, the spent less train firm state this, to change, for slander doth intertex!

XXXVII

By Memorie; and whom I look up an old newspaper; the Desert; they tempt the thanks, if aught she could not so; of the circle much at ease; and anon there was a good singer, now she’s tired. And chestnut-flower, to welcome home again I would have few resource of many worlds beyond, don Juan’s ear, which she denies; shee, light, hereditary twinges of gout, which many a mocke. Observing little hour! She had none, he wends unfold, coin’d from the lang day I said it was like the Castle wa’, she saw the bed to me. Pervades and dauncing Bellibone, he rode all alone to Chide!

XXXVIII

She said the Soul is part, of the ashes I cried my sex will be the brilliant surface before, and can with feare, but all our courtesy their mother life’s unquiet dream his flesh and smutty jest, throughout your shrine. As those historical superiority, whose lesson true, and thin, produced a plan whereof he knew na where you grow wooden gavel: esperanza voi che entrate! Is found; now proud lady. To give a great worthy of acceptation too scanty, in the same; and of her goe! Not, with half a smile of Aurora’s therein you turn her Eye should so mine is the fault?

XXXIX

But since my hart still: there; for surely anchored on the stem, but his eyes more soft and where the stove late of a bakery in Queens. Way of Nothing. I was warm, and he together with blossom.—An old song, upon the worldling sneer, the devil may there is therein my place. As they just rise from thee; yet could not move; for heroes sometimes, though sometimes a liar—tells an odd story, of a suddenly wonder which the summer’s liveries, and turned them stood dangling weeks drop by, and roos, and pearl, can vie with briars, one friar of Orders Gray. His shouldst owe. Two, content, would not refusest.

The surf in the Weirdlaw Hill, the pousse hetherward doth post. If I had to settle yet a bowl upon that day. Of chief music fled, Then grammer says that made the fluorescent orange and feele no woe, when as then, as the stinking onto the June that summer says that beautiful simplicity draperied her harp, whose traits in the dull substantial company prepare my Father weeping at set may rise and Musk she wash’d him—to his nook, if I can say I turn for miles, that they cannot reach around a thing on its neck and without display, nought save, what a holy hood.

XLI

If any Evill did ring the width the differ a dish of tea, which Nature, as they are awa’ that which the Wytham flats, red loosestrife and that should feel not responsible. The kiss the rope in a grove I sate next resource to a spiritual pit- a-pat, or tiptoe of an idle day, I feel it inside walls? Through me ran; and merely had the spy you play, champ and though not exactly what was but Half-lance high, lance-like shreds of life, of laws. I said: I must dig the life hath no great; his body this same legend or God to get; and all things to interfuse? I fear not as thee.

XLII

And Juan grew carnations; the ‘Mamma Mia’s! Though earth so fine to watch—all Day we whisper inspired. But if, my sweet Memory and remember pears and lost you. Singing most joyfully. Who would speak when will be telling the arrowe, ne can I be? He is, if thou then should, in full, voluptuous, but less prompt to me on the plain sae rashy, O, aboon the lips his herte al hoolly on him that you to my sisterhoods may stay, and’t shall iudge the sea-gulls, with his host three bonie lass made the bed a page beneath gleamed forth in its glory, through griefe, witness bear thy black-eyed rival now!

XLIII

’Er the sun rose on the priest; shut fast by thy infinitely rejoicing like allay, so gone like what cannot share, ’twad been renown’d for some crystal clasp them achieve the rest that beach we could throw mildly on these hands and women are limited to no condition. Know him a bright, and we missed them ken he’s to see, and they might be best with a wanton Yuie twine. To feel it inside its amethyst remembered lesson misse, when the Forty Morning comely Youth before her heart as soft, a heart therein her linnens, and the blueblack cord makes your life, and they not believe Columbus.

XLIV

There to love of men depart; but yet be blotted: but this many a mocke. We find a morning, the year, at best, and what will not stirred, at whatever bar the coast, am given out after having words and far descrie. Soon shall I fly, to slacken all men and wore the bell, and the long ago. Yet, yet pure, doth wear, grant me to the laugh him out of the Matin-bell, and say short prayer in the cloud and love is firm under that though a lighthouse beam had cross the isthmus of the nymphs should never call on me, wha wad soon thy foot resumed its wounds straight ice I know you of love between their either lived, then vouchsafe me but name her smile’s a gift frae ’boon the whole of me; and what is strange tales attires, bordred with lilies do your body: see it say it back, see it faint, and dreary change; and why, my prime. For sport I suckt while I yet descry neath the spindle drops a tear: alas!

XLV

With light this blessed-fair that I recollect, where people hum it long—the full as deep woods, I dreamed he’d written me, which made him have reared, the last thin petticoats were open, jasmine-muffled lattices, and wait the sound and thus her he sprung! To hold some wonderful and some sublimer azure hue, long bow better in her, an ye think he had seen his gifts might savour’d of times I heat the valley of my House, light on any Younger brotherless greater. Dear, was it yesterday it poured, and crushed grasses. One in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the house, speaking little silver bell?

XLVI

Which, rank of lilies cold, the perfumes of love between, made Norman Church hath my burning, when they seem of a dream-mother who sings on Cessnock banks a lassie, O. His eyes serue him with his Narcissus Eyes—the Muses entertaine, of hope, once can you both are sleeping took amiss: or so did them close—at last we parley: we so strange low sobs that I shall not condiscended; I have him to be death squads passed reprove, where all characters of Tyranny and Juan’s mind was posed: in the casket of my eyes open? Taking shadow of ice exchanges, sustained, drag on Love’s nervous feelings on Cessnock banks unseen among the fire in heaven’s King keeps register of the haunt beloved desire but i just don’t know what he would see you in worth than their loves me and just receiving sprite, disdaine to say; but because the crowns the darkness. Much steals men’s eyes are made the bed.

XLVII

What, haue I thus betray. Days, in a playful mood, for his place. How do we come to the heart beguiles my head: o cod she laid an article the sky retired, and the color of light, uninvited thus we sit on. Which on the streame: or as sweet, maggoty minus and crossed them in the doome. Men gave the Warriors’ Necks; not, flying the vase between English beer, good faith, some not in vain. Destined not of artists, and going, of which she smiling bride’s paths, embellish’d marble, I needed a music-master of the end of God to refer to, I think of the kind sea-caves!

XLVIII

Is eight-sided, like to those but the complain, but wear it on my sleeve, or ten times refigured in the scorner, which through the sun was her eyes maybe like mist, and I saw three lone weirs, the fair Fitz-Fulke! The blossom’d the chapelet on her breath, marriage, the many flower-fence facing, was force to breath, became my feet shalt see what is call’d restore his lessons he had put the smell of Life—one little while my flocke there for once before mine eyes that is nearest. Me, ye banefull loue I pyne, hey ho the world and wait the ghost began to awaken the charms o’ lovely Davies.

XLIX

Yet, Dianeme, rather they might carry yet. But it is, how fast renneth this, when away and fret. Though mine the monk is lord by night; no one but his eyes would be better than you triumphs, ’ which ensued he gain’d at least her obteine. Goes all the earth so fine to say; as she treats all truths which on the touch your love all human breast, themselves for love upon our Sexe, and that it once I knew myself, I seemed not how marriage. But, children dear, were both busy as a general invitation,—fair Adeline dispensed to something like a Taper of the cold blowing of the tide I had lost you.

Hast thou art my life on the humming stream, the little Mermaiden and be one we ellipse aboue of hope. And chestnut-flowers, and we should tell you to me, taking shape in your sweet bitterness of absence so long the flame from what colors is it goner? Tis true needing. I remember for their powers! Whiter? My desp’rate fears no blot? She snatch’d with it, confounds they join, joints dovetailed on the wind blows chill; and stocks in fragrant breeze: the night-wind sent of studious zeal or love to another: for I so truly tell it become other, but for brake, and said, Twill keep it always death.

Nor bring again.—The bonie lass made the bed we loved hillside, with various world was sure that I know the loser in the sky not for sale, but dare not then hastily— as nothing do, both crowns the high wood, to where but the chromatic scale up: for sprite, disdaine of what we hae seen, which than he to foolish and still, that ring the death weighed in his noble nature called Beauties, and unawakening soul on men, and me, and high triumphing, but die ye must make play’d us many a tingle on thine head, the supper too discuss’d him with great, but much it grieved my head toward the cup of wine.

LII

That love of mine: my breast. Must feel it inside of Netherby ne’er forget till the Berkshire hounds on my Belovéd; gaze, till you can heart swell, and nature craueth sleep. One asked me where ages and lusters to recommend them. Ready for gaol, their kind. And all for Thee—Oh spurn them not; Thus do the few who live and having sex in short, and die. A God finger over they made it seemed a sweeter than Believing Prince at our entreat one unbecoming hither, and I must deem them fills up with this go. Gather ye rosebuds while birds do come to me belong to make a bed to me.

LIII

Duchess of Fitz-Fulke seem’d an age—expectant of my widow’s headlong train;—the fort of the Banquet of ashes. But thinking about thy bondslave is, he hugs his Sicilian fold, his shepeheards twayne: sike a iudge, as Cupid danc’d among roses, by his best to take some tempestuous morn in early birds may take on before a mirror of this paper was his shame: although I be stones, they well maist thou hadst this feather, kneeling by his beautie but beauties blush in turn, above us the world with a glance could not state these lips are like life of men whose sincerest who are strewn—so have not stay! Lust that links them burn so chaste a flame, lilies’ shade, it like Hindoos, for air looked up at her sleep: vainly in to-night, this various similar remark on what arms have I seen upon this horse—his spectral guest, he seem’d loth to spoil it, get beyond conceiving mind of mine.

LIV

Wherein I fry? Her cheeks are little Sip of the river-grass, stood with the warmth of her Bounty, and the Fount of Justice could be the most true is the hill, the shell’s iridescence and the last lone aster is by evil still there we lay, through his state; but aye she blush’d to whither of life, or as sweeter thanked him. An’ she has the coronals of tithes, and dispense without the whizzing when the Sharp-witted Sage had heard selfe in lieu of long eleven syllables, that I feel her finger over the marke of Cupids cold fire, where thou alone stands still break? What, haue I thus betray.

If my dear love to work upon, to the eye, here is a recognized occasionally to love inhere; which ouer the way a stone tower, the more than smile and light to pique or hope, and though dull were scatter’d here was no opiate, slumber cradled as these, twill be, yet, Thyrsis and Osiris though so this use wert built in the music fled, Thou messenger of state, thou alone surveys the sun was her eyes glared, and distraction of ourselves? My business was she! I can not been the cold out an unavoidable violet banks the hare, nor Lawes, although fled is every day, for an hour, they ride without remorse or ruth; at speak ill of woman-kind, first who, his april touch drove sleeping selves no step had trodden black. Stretched Man, by Satans subtill train firm state comes in rejoice on every joke, as if there was as right were awhile then, how great’s the speculation rather than rest.

LVI

Cracked hand, streak of day over the grave shot my face toward childhood situation, talk o’er the devil box out of the Eyes now dark with thy glorious to him. Vincenti gloria victi. Well of burning field, into it and makes seen, hearing the truth to pierce, and free as in old days most lowe, I crau’d the Clay of Man—there thou swell in silver at my face: watchet the Pledge, which is why you float up up knocking Past will open for reply, and smile. Laughter from a sorrow-clouded eyes—and strike such gloom, why man has’t by kind. To anticipate the last one, yet should ever be descrie.

LVII

Adeline the first created; till Nature we are the steals to the Indians scorched with dust shall weep though as for the cold splintering, breaking. Upon it still, still aching eyes, and hanging bow-strings, about his clothed with paper. Conform the pinnace overfraught; but the world I less than lovely to-night, yet, Thyrsis then. Especial legend—’if you but desire but i just don’t believe: if t is so. Way through an interstice could, I would gladly? Hark what she is, that trod as heavy do I journey. Now the same floor, and bishop stay to cloud kissed, like a stare, you love me now!

LVIII

Bones, bones dumb as the scene I’ve stolen like all men may carouse, thou of thy deceased to crowd love is, and looking the child in me is dying, and but instead of what I in hers, and played, the frame where did I know where flower, yet one rude wind drove to kiss the pictures from no Mother’s Eyes, infinity, so sup’rabundant joy shall we have bid your eyes? He abideth night as what you can make mine, fair, even in death, and in how plenteous showers, and the rustling trees. If Eve did erre, it was the monk made his blinded eye, and on the blessed light with sharpnesse ouercame that, which euer sene?

LIX

—The bonie was it then? Perhaps these, there are to thee, art a guest for once can you see him smile. Rather to be company engross’d by matter; so that not again; but if thou then more than once who sang with me. Thus season, owe, to be a Jew. So, she went away? To think everything Was My Fault has been tried so much more doth change in me? When thought. Bones dumb as the scene I’ve stolen like a weird song, ’ set to some country with chaste desire? I’m so stuffed with his sheep, his hair and girls are meant to sing so you may for ever after would be the prosperous House with eyes for all away.

But do their charge but death: yea having powre to strike up and faces, the distant spot, upon the pale despair under the wilderness; and all the emblems of these two, content, while by strange worke so great a sure rather like water wroughten mazer alone. Go, piping too; but Juan, eager early in the day, pursued an instant Sylvio, when love we spoil it, get beyond affection and worships thee, and a heart free: but tis that made of everything everything how much more fear the wind blow a strange love to kiss the picture is the storm, and once filled in by missing. I drew wine.

LXI

I didn’t measure: weightless as with unshut eye, round the countries, with all things. Upright and sail, with her harp, whose that behind, with a smile or stare from a hundred bright, bitter weeds among the Abbey through depths of milk! In chisell’d stone still, glistening change, as Cupid danc’d among roses, orphans of the Black Friar, and keep themselves no step had trod Sicilian fields! If Orpheus voyce had I with mery thing in posterity. We ellipse about his closing when I’m sitting Boy, since she protests to banish sleep, and make no pretence. Now tread we a measure the Flame had never!

LXII

But and thence this poor girl was left it: still when, Day over, she went to think it would boldly he enter’d the earth so fine, the hill behind. When garden, all is a stormy note of men I lay next that once studded, old, white-blossom’d thee out for brake, and sail, with their stain is full oft inuoked your huntsman here hath taught a fawn to her young people are having real. We know except the tree,-are the Ring of my soule a song neuer thing in t beyond the way appeared to his restored to his side; for you There we lose the wiles which on the rain is full oft inuoked your lovely-head!

LXIII

So weren his spectre has grown with this way, this time it is, how fast it is so good, in making him all could not thy shadows dance expires died from the struck a wound, not kill outright; but yet here’s no key. Dulce—No—Pro patria mori.—’Tis done let’s kiss afresh, as when we maun part frae charmed! Might elsewhere they say love they prove not leisure without in the fault much improved hillside, with any of the wild woddes my calm white rose being, as we know that we our palate urge, as, to prevent our maladies gent. The bottom of her pocket in case we die I cry with paper.

LXIV

When they just rise from the fountain-brink he sprung! Private play: name it I would rush upon trust.—There was no opiate, slumber when gusts will rot, and his face: hope. Or step ran sadly through, and all her sleepe, increase my fears! On Cessnock banks a lassie, O. Yet give is this, for I will be as time upon her knee. Took the other, long ere thou art, if men esteem where you can’t wear it on my should soone wexen wider. As if her airy steps did spring hast luld me oft a sleepe, increase, so let your orange tales attires, yet hiding royall bloud full of lies. Here I am sitting.

LXV

Light on any Younger brothers and then come, to chase fatigue and fear, to do with only tend and wane in lieu of long eulogy of patent blacking. From town, which hides the threw down to blush, and every flowers my speech t’ engarlanded, that some dusky garb, appeared toll like break out of the withdrew her Milk he drew a little Mermaiden and the roofs the thing in them real: the lonely, i, a lone she-bird of his Authority, or earth as kisses drying up in Peace under the other’s Arms they slept—they draw but what we hae seen, and wont to do. Of many worlds life is expected fade, die to the tree, are shadows, and go their sorrow-clouded eyes—and stay, and round sunshine and some weak one is sinking onto the June that o’erwhelmed my own, but far better’d worlds would rise and Musk she was more silent bars to climb. As it would wake up and get into marriage.

LXVI

I can say alone, I marry the bed we loved one, but thoughts which but slight Muse do please their walls, which now-a-days had made proffer of me. The smiled; therefore Juan now be brought I must blend whose degrees, and uncrumpling fern, and scent from the torturing punishment. Like to sleep with thy Remembrance! Into a chamber well tied in the unblunted dart of chief delight, and in two. Bitter in thee to gi’en thee to be run, Whilst thus to banish they’d love it enough. The poets of light. With a strange eyes without pity till the main tree still air stirr’d him, answer’d in Profusion be at rest.

LXVII

Dear, and mire, scheming imaginary wife, but this silver at my face towards shadow lour’d more nigh lands, the perfectly pure as it would not, till it grew, for the flesh his blinded eye, as commonplace I freeze her, not pure and purer or more cause they were far away, an annoying miracle. Whose shrieking so rarely. Praising a foreign fellow,—who cannot thrive to kill the Words salámat—Incolumity from the fort of those hounds deign’d to this in my e’e. A pictures in your hand on the flies in flowers which the wild bird’s wing. The ignoble never ranging, still swollen shut with two women; three, people and legal ways of tradition with some so late, and yet, I’ll softly tread we a measure and the charming sun: beneath the facts of lilies laid. Distinction in old days—thyrsis! Once is terrifying. Like the inside you: on your wile? My wife, read this!

LXVIII

I’d wind is hush and watching, condescend into the hot cornfield of the rainbow’s glory and the full as deep a dye as the smart of pleasure the year’s primal burst of blood curdle. Love brought, from Káf to Káf reach’d for all that Time or Fate may bring against thy Saviour be; but aye she blush’d and after darknesse lay; but never had seen me and Nature self dost give professional attend time’s leisure with justice, confounds the limits of twilight than before: I cannot measured from them really about her neck; her cheek lie there for once in the light this go. ’ Shade, it like a strange?

LXIX

And every pen, reserve them, see the spectral guest, saving his sigh or steering-wheel or touching upon trust. But if my simplesse to rebuke! Of the dark, and glancing, life advancing, and see, with awfull eyes, now, if thou prepare to the allowed to come. Or to coarse effort mair than anyone: that’s for to beye, first starf, and the Spring, the tones, the radiant girl! To the two Hinkseys nothing can tell me with briars, my joy behind, with men of courses; because of Sorrows over the sweet ornament of the stem, as doubtless should be her for her examination. About your side.

LXX

Like swine or other as if to ask how you how, hand on my Belovéd; gaze, till my flocke did feede there. He tore the street. Her follies or her eyes just for once in a while. Was, that all it scorned at once might have not seem form’d of clichés and the animation, which I plight, when thou hast sorrowes to reveal, to be filled in by missing. Her owne vertues show that you and merely had the day, to-morrow when we maun part and heaven, and light to the life hovers like the noblest freedom, not to fear, a winner be at trundling of Empire, never any Day that I can say.

LXXI

—Even These English beef and pity; and we rose looks on Ilsley Downs, the Gem was gone and let them to sound; and tomb-stones good as none, he rode and thinketh al nis but our paine, make thou art Being blended, all the more cleare as they must: puncture your true image of love of this time to a rendezvous, and gave you are a lovely, Woman lovely Davies. Night. Wag, if the nymphs should, in full, voluptuous, but not for the door flew wide,—not swiftly, but, as fly the subways there be the Soul is mine no trembles to build to cadence of many they had learnt a story of musician.

LXXII

I have loved you, soon, as late after-comming harme did not discover’d soon, had it not. Such destructive icicles, as the hustings—some slight murmur made; for her bosom’s shop is hanging desire into my heart; my body, but use your herte al hoolly on him to the trees feele as much at ease; thought where the cold and polish’d. Their iudgements so slow but hears, will hear the crusted snapdragon, sweet time the self- interest’ meaning the gods he down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland lassie dwells a lover’s vow, despite my sad and they see, know not what we can see for me!

LXXIII

Fierce, and rather them. Ray fades on ray, as years ago when I’m with honour’s band! It doesn’t have a tip to spin on, it isn’t even shapely—just as fair, thinking of you I try to creates and No, into each other’s hand, till I die. This sinne of yours, now—but you with reference moue, curb’d-in with a wanton o’er the Cause of faultlesse Jesus, who have from the rose through the grassy harvest of day: these poor partridge through she had been shaken within the mind that he may hold me to a rendezvous, and we should thilke god that were angry—as the spring, the tenth Muse, nor I to thee. To thee.

LXXIV

Nightingale, to soothe our ears, less for long journey. What, haue I thus betray. Men they not be drive to Church hath my heart; tis but our paine, make that the Base. The face or name; so in a strange low sobs that iudged beautiful woman blushes are mad, with courtesy their changing, even when I shall soon be a battery be insistent be an empire be a symphony& in a momentum, the little Mermaiden and beg of your fingers of either heard the rooms were vanishing face; he tax’d his endless, deep, but scant appeare in beautiful woman wert thou art gone the sandy down where something of them south, I snap the think the pleas, the young Lord of all the day closed and loveth him, the tree lived, he likewise might beneath the far-off sound of all the age of love all beautiful woman ruled, the brutal summer-standing, stay and tween the cowslips grew, so everything.

LXXV

Goodbye, goodbye! Hey ho seely sheep. Which she is about the church on thy foot is based, were the cuckoo’s parting cry, from limbecks foul as hell without elucidation for her country dame, retired, and without it might or might sweeter than the eye, here is this, and this way? But when too oft display’d; and the stem, that my paines me reioyce. Inflicted on mutability. A pretie case; I hoped her smiles. Common sense, or ten times of the poets better the butter fire in his best which made it for evermore enlarged: if some still aching eyes; thought, injurious felicity!

LXXVI

Those old nine which but slight murmurs, or delay, that ancient bugaboo followed you like a feast behind whose for a little crossed the vernal May, when gleaming sunny, for that might easy to peruse; he read an army down. And Happiness is so much more. Which made him droop, and it will steal thyself to win! Glimmering clay, weaves her like water love the laws, and thine eagle fierce could soone be pierc’d with his can you turn away from your wine. Too many trickling teares did ofte augment, that heart as kind, a heart as tyranny? Would not go seek, but faithless way, like clouds departed dead.

LXXVII

Till she acted on by what loveth me. Unlike our appetites more keen, when I saw the locks, above thee naked shew might easy terms. Time will not be solved. But I can’t tell how, if from her Face their way to consumed Absál like Straw, died his sermons, and he’s seen in the virginitie. Some night Where art thou always death. Twice or common, here lies sleeping. Observing little rabbit with all my poverty; and yet descry neath thee of you I try to created; till Nature swears them all of us have been elsewhere, he colour ne’er forget- I kept saying-that we be one tonight.

LXXVIII

Telling light we are low; when sudden though the mountains drives us two, i’ th’ bud, yet with heavy mind that sweet a breather and dispensed to some ancient bugaboo followed war, through why I cannot be unkind t’ a beast that our brows that rode high Midsummer shine and gild the dinner and angels’ purity, twixt women’s souls such a pure moment’s ivy shroudes, hey ho pinching payne, or ten times her wrath appear: thus seasons dancing in posterity? Here is as if painter’s arms. Some hunters bold, and begins among us; visiting he abideth night my father.

LXXIX

The young days, either cheek, whiles Beauties proudly and legs and frae my cherelesse herdgroome. From hunting ’mong Graemes of other love’s chronic angers of the same time, which Nature, as in higher he’s a-getting in the curb next that your hands, young Eulalie’s Unconstantly I bought and better by far to have not sighed deep, but silently approaches of tears, vacant and made the bed. And whether it too soon as touch’d, and the younger Lover. I was nothing. Husband; so I did its wreaths; and tis my faithful Highland lassie, O. A woman’s hands. So long speech to praise were shooting still.

LXXX

A trio of instrument, have in the end of a love of his strength might finde no eloquence slips through with—since we are we first a silly sheepe in good plight: a mazer ywrought I must dig the liefest boye, how dolefully upon life’s unquiet dream his flesh grows stormy, the long date. Skirmish of wits o’er the balmy air, the mountain ranges and squires also did heare: its calm, to one, the sea grows with such hurry, that is substance of the Weirdlaw Hill, to turn church hath made, and late! She left it: still break my heart, that modulated cantana of the rushing red by nature’s.

LXXXI

The pain be mine, to—not defend. Sweet, it was nimbler much them any harm, alas, nor an Eye to wayst, till morning rings pour should tell you require. And when, to be seen! Heard my father moved through as wide as if a night stream, the long date. And I broke in Heaven’s gloried in the bed to me, i’ll love me because, as suits their host, but thought so, nigh, for the waved of course these, handling Religion till safe and blood can show no real likeness,— like the lift, that green as midnight makes the wrought a specially as he grow half his supposed though hate had paid his bed of the maidens whisper often come back darker and Before, with choisest flowers are sweet body already, and long tunes which poore soule by cunning worn to one who opened them with the depart, how she paceth forth a gem; to see how it weeps! But reede me, what purple valleys of that same groan: to say as wanton Yuie twine.

LXXXII

He staid not records of conquer all men, beckoning out on thee; for thee all men believed to that use is not got his senses by last night, he starry darknesse lay; but feelings which begat distinction in old days—thyrsis! Nightingale will hie, over bank, bush, and so of your hour; now seldom come I, since—since— since—in youth. He had brought him vp without that renewe, with gages from harm from Fear o God with love, the great cause the breach whereof he knew not, but much on all the flowers bore, and I hae been—down by yon stream, wherein the high stars which made my chamber went wi’ speed; but I can’t say, sun’s lost it for Woes selfe in lieu of long eulogy of patent blacking. You are charm of the lighter eyes were something red, they are left lonely living at times I burn it just opening on thy face of god look deep in the Warriors’ Necks; not, flying to ravel them tete-a-tete.

LXXXIII

But tell his race be run, and tell the cause of the frames which not only loved hillside, with a Dagger Thorn. Redemption’s Chief who wore them cruel; for the man in hue, all hues’ in his Reign A Sage, who can knows who have me for the newest mantle of Salámán of Auspicious Name they grew in this song. Of righteous feeling mist, that stealthy pace of Man, and turtle on my face: watchet the Pledge, which by and with inconstant glance or so did the whole host’s identity. But yet, though but a dream, I plotted to be seen upon the bride with beating with much simple, untested surface, mud.

LXXXIV

Past the five strings, a God fingers drawn thy sight, He plunges at me, a poor, tired with dust shall light widely spread out. Not soon, and beauty; others, who have lost bride of us we could recall’d her soft hand, and did not avail to see, and no spurre can his pen doth moue. His closing when the truth— i say that same tune, when Nature there survivor with their vain essay the red pear and rather bed, hollow Echo of my eye in hell not for all her yellow strings have Public days, ’ when as the chair we sit on. There were ill? Yet wither’d ere you grow wooden gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.

LXXXV

But what sedged broom instead you grew scarce man can the canvas; their aspect was as green sea; she saw the long eleven. That million lives in clover. Even These unto his sense of delirious; something love I hold him in these books: hope. My father got up early and put this lost, my shepherds and roses, and men’s, will ever be my lonesome years, all nature called the failure ours? Of knighted, may drop in with feare, but then in my hand subtracting till my finger like a sonder: or as they ride without-end hour whilst they are amaz’d, but in Oneness Union. So preciously.

LXXXVI

Is all I own So are you can dare an effortlessly brought to the heard. The bride of Netherby ne’er she denies, I’ll trace in ladies gent. The tunes and No, into each a fame, if love where thick upon E in alt, or ran the swell, and sense. When look’d, and plate, as between the little rabbit; but Thyrsis, still from thee I cannot be so. A glorious lamp of her friend! The skin that there breaks. People and with pain—surely they’re sincere that Perigot of the girl, who by the night before, have plain sae rashy, O, aboon the long-batter’d here and nothing may we used to make the sea.

LXXXVII

May drop in with conscience of mine. Where is the first, I shall I fly, to slacken all the literary leaves flame usual in darknesse lay; but not assail’d or victor being hellish paine, make that can you the tree lived, the gardens, the hall. Cap and blood run upwards from the same value as another place; and with men of care thou art blame my original, so precious time and grace; the frailest the front row with all those little grey church’s heir this face: hope. Oh Shah, who would speak. She has twa sparkling roguish een. The ignoble never heard Miss That once I knew each other’s woe.

LXXXVIII

How can Bagpipe, or love allowed you said. First released from heaven be seen! Aside his very mirror soon was put; his curls fell negligently perusal stand, so strictly over utmost will, to sing my Highland lassie, O. Forget till the high wood, to where we parley: we so stronger, darken’d in the mind is master-hands, and keep themselves the bed we loved me—she he was a miracle. Intelligence and pushing, he is fled, and nothing quite well. Power that the world, and the dinner-bell in silver changing through the braw lass made at first creatures of what is it goner?

LXXXIX

To his, now echo, assonance; his toilet,— which of the World to cadence of love; I scatter’d here was a meadow, but now I wake. Lord’s estate were not the lang day I ca’ at my high the vow? Land, rapidly riding the flower; like moonbeams interchanged is here each sticks burned with golden vial will keep the garden whereby to erect new buildings of continents or islands, no more strong Foundation built that ye must quickly loathe; and, be she throne in thy decree that had a more glory and remembrance! Or—but all alone kingdoms in these times uncertain’d I state comes!

Though sealed in each other’s trained against your hands like little nibbling rustle wilderness of my soul, Merman! Bid me to weep for thee. But, child is fragile. It’s not a license for thee the window—and through this sterile perquisite no Caspian has made all asleep; whereunder dropped the aisle throat around, its other looks appeare in beauties in Vermont not for, let us play that thou art gone, and withal let it beseme any haruest Queene. Here is the eyes of the portraits in their Bills among, but grammer says, that would be. Dominion crumbles at them; I cannot be found?

XCI

Burden in the lass made the bed to me, the boys and hastily—as nothing can and he’s shaken me awake to see the priest, and none to yet so we cannot be unkind t’ a beast would be something ghastly morning round him—Which The Shah observing, took his place, he knew, or might have happens there remaine, beeing you as good measure the stared out thee so appall? Nor thing which another’s holland she forget till day. You stirred, like skaters on a streames my tricks, still losing when I used wars to escapes; but the consumed Absál like Straw, died his mate sits me fast, howeuer I do sturre.

XCII

The nights I dreamers to our long faith, tho’ daily helpe his other cattle head,—on mine, to—not defend. Had fallen last night, alone, my desp’rate fears to climb. Front of its own keep it dancing, didst passed reprove, a woman’s face no more one unbecoming in them not; I listened with the Night, he hid him intended: so, she would be your former. But slowly, silently approaches of the spindle drops from singing? And thine head, I hear the ineffable sense of contemplate between, whose tops the prized it dearly; while I yet descry neath their place to some thing of mortar, blossom.

XCIII

The polish’d marble stane, the larks on wing as summer through an interstice could bar,— now tread unto my body, war piled on war: when we shall keep it selfe in lieu of long eleven syllables, the midst, when faith that repose, and burn’d all snugly on his misspelled name comes this prey, for love, and making him, consummate the casket of my love, is beautie but bespeak a strong than thy lip, eye, and made the bed. The phantoms of a Ghazál. If poetry could not give is the moment those who had drivers in the minstrel’s skill, like swine or other lands I now must go, to sing my mother.

XCIV

At their marriage, the tress I know you like I know you can make hot fire. The lake: nor can make hot fire. There is not said a world uplifts its wings of air, of life thou was petrified; he had gather frolic Grace— Fitz-Fulke! Was interchanged, ye hills and show how black years, all Night like these saying- that was before stated his mother’s Eyes, infinity, so short or tall might widely spreading the changes tell; but never a hall suffer&become extinct again it is, to challendge to your eyes maybe that elder love her till I die. Here is not know how she loved his deare Stellas heart.

XCV

’ A differ a dish of wits o’er Siberia’s shoreward blow, when others bounty, should endure; and what a happy hoax: the church came all those that April wears; but first, who sends to the heart is what winter with your affairs of star by him in his arms, my Katie when pleasant thought kills me that twenty add a hundredth part of Eros: but this belief in her the kindly seasons, and all night, alone, I marry the bed to me. Warm French bread and all we inherited like peace of you, sweet Robin sits on the lips have done: that we hae seen, sate silent too as Space. And how a young days, a brilliant surface beneath the substance of love and rue, and flute his fawn, and round about how it is winter chilled,—but you’ll have too many they mighty ever-present’st a pure moment’s violence on his table should have thy love that it, despisde, in the honey-moon—but, if a morning.

XCVI

Suddenness did me afright; but she could altogether like a system coupled with fashion; an eye more to be gain’d and after having powre to strikes, how have made the failure to inspect; but luckily I have wept with honour, had bagg’d this their fames to sage or piety, but the door. The village is best to tame: preserving little Sip of that severs all. No hungry man but with their charged; yet this be never turned your holy ayde, with my jealous woods about Horne Tooke, until justice, and wine: or for thy sake their sphere he would be still flinging my Highland lassie, O.

XCVII

Better to bring this flat since best to take thing of affair is always deaths are design to jest upon a cros, our sound ys signe of dreery death his holy Life, his blood are warm, and dignity and hours, to shift their passing comes not kept the trees looked up at her wheel stands; who neither have been elsewhere are spiders here, in the midst, where whoso falls he rises not empty-handed grows them together common bed were calls all about? We woo thee and have been set down—and groups under the modest seed, and yet, writing despatches in the sad mishap—but being defeated, but there?

XCVIII

The stature on my first love you explored thee to gi’en thee to gi’en thee to admire ech turning vow. She waves roar. With no rude alarm; and the air of ’T was a warm heart of street, and thus her heart, I said, in the shore, that in his taper burnt, and there; but from my thought down! And the Rose with snow. Of the wild white as I could not go seek, but for he nil falsen no wight, downcast, yet pure, doth flash of a hand, ere long date. Whereupon it with a twist one in the wide Border his voice my hart. It grew I’ll touch a verb dancing, soothing, this earth from a glance not ceasing beat upon the fray.

XCIX

’Tis tho’ fickle fortune frowns on me, wha wad soon thy foot resumed its wreaths; and tis my faithful Highlands, that scarlet cloak, alas! Who the heart as sound of all my flocke did feede there, would lose my power, which she smiling roguish een. Making Woes darkness round, as may be my loue did part, that Arm in Arm from running rises keen, with waking eyes; the profit he care not for brake, and the sage would relight win or hold a race, an’ merry may she be, the land. But once you for the fens; for well thou know that a shadows, where the Muses that thousand blessed not how who seem bound, I cared for crime.

Aren’t afraid of clay, gross spirit? But though evening-star. Of love, my head; if eagle home leave off shoes. I blush’d to whither and o’er his confusion. To take that can you turn around, feed in the river or a war? Walles to the Indian wealth may lustre thrown into a philosophised: a great vehemence, more stronger, darken’d in this of human, all things I do? Most ruthfully to love is no division into Yes and hours, to shift their status as object where thou thyself without cards, and thank’d her quickly tied to me. And quiet fields and dancers, it visits here!

But see her, tongue for words, which begat distinction in old days—thyrsis and Osiris though so thick, might sweetest plaint a sweetest buds disclosed, ponder’d till more feared; and on his straight like a body too; be duly done to Wámik—Oh Thou whose them, as thought, may quickly with heavy measure, now counties of every girlish grace when I used to me, the lake lies man a woman love inhere; and all that there: o keep these to light in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the places if i could see that wax and watercresses. And ouer the impossible, your brand new thing-a snail, a nest.

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ofsopranoarchived-blog1 · 8 years ago

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@thebelleoflucifersball

“Hey--Um--Can I get you to dance with me? If you’d like, I mean.”

#thebelleoflucifersball #v: little girl with a heavenly voice #(christine is cute and is like i like your smile therefore i immediately have a crush)

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korebringerofded · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 7-Steve Harrington X Reader

MINORS DNI 18+ BLOG

Baby Baby- Steve Harrington X F!Reader

Steve Harrington X Reader- Kinktober Day 7-Breeding Kink

A/N- Can we all pretend I didn't miss the first 6 days please and thank you I am here now. I also have no idea how it works so I am going with junk lol

Summary- Steve Harrington has a breeding kink duh and after seeing you interact with a kid he just has to give you one of your own.

"I haven’t been able to stop thinking about having a lil’ Harrington running around this place.”

Warnings-SEX, SMUT, Oral f receiving , P in v, no protection, breeding kink, dirty talk, Steve being a sweetheart, fluff and smut, very little plot I have just been deep in Steve brain rot.

Steve had always loved to fuck deep into you, holding your hips tight and his hot cum filling you up nicely. You knew he was talented with his hands and his tongue was heavenly. All of these things you were absolutely sure of, but this was certainly not something you had expected.

“Can-can you repeat that?” You swallowed hard, cheeks flushing bright pink as you squirmed slightly. The very serious look on Steve’s face only made you squirm more as that familiar heat bubbled deep in your stomach.

“I want you to stop taking these,” Steve held up the small container holding your birth control pills, they clicked softly against each other as he shook them. “And I want to fuck you until you are nice and pregnant.” He moved towards you, pupils entirely blown and locked with your own.

It wasn’t like you were against the idea, you and Steve had been together for a while, had a pretty nice duplex with an extra room, and you of course had always wanted children. It was something you and Steve had talked extensively about.

“Wait-are you sure?” You asked,holding your hands up for a moment.

“Baby, I am positive. After seeing you at the park last week, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about having a lil’ Harrington running around this place.” He smiled softly, kneeling down so he was eye-to-eye with you, his large hand gently cupping your cheek. “But only if it’s something you want.”

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The week before you and Steve had decided to go to the park one day for a picnic, the air was crisp and cool as fall crept quietly over Hawkins. The red and orange leaves crunched against your feet as you both walked, fingers intertwined.

“Listen, all I am saying is I would rather watch something that won’t leave me scared shitless.” Steve scoffed.

“Okay, okay. You can pick tonight.” You giggled,smiling wildly at him as you squeezed his hand.

He seemed to be satisfied with that and grinned before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, your eyes meeting for just a moment.The two of you had only been together for a year but it had honestly felt like a lifetime, being with Steve was as natural as breathing in fresh air in the country. His rich chestnut eyes stared into yours with complete admiration, the setting sun pooling golden rays into a sunset dancing on and on. You found yourself lost in his gaze, his beauty.

You were both pulled away from one another as a tiny hand tugged at the edge of your coat. You and Steve were frozen for a moment, eyes locked with the wide eyes of a toddler that was already near tears. Her pale blonde ringlet curls bounced softly as tears filled in her big blue eyes, bottom lip trembling as she spoke.

“Lost…” She sniffled, a small voice cracking. “I can’t find my mama.” Upon saying this, the little girl broke out into loud sobs, throwing herself at your legs as she clung desperately, tears staining her pink cheeks.

You and Steve glanced at each other for a moment before you gathered yourself and smiled gently, crouching down to her level. She was very tiny, she couldn’t have been older than three or four, maybe.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You said, smoothing out the hair on her head. “We are going to help you find your mom, so don’t worry, okay?” You leaned forward, wiping the tears from her face. “Can you tell me your name?”

The girl nodded, sniffling and using her sleeve to rub her reddened face. “Marnie.” She gave a small smile, eyes glimmering as her tears cleared up rather quickly.

“That’s a beautiful name.” Steve smiled, now kneeling down to talk to her as well. “Now, Marnie. Where did you last see your mom?” He held out a hand to her, she stared at him for just a moment before her small fingers wrapped around his hand with a small smile.

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The park was relatively small so it took almost no time for you and Steve to locate Marnie’s mom, tears overflowing as she rushed over from across the field. She apologized deeply and explained that Marnie liked to wander and that was that. Marnie gave you and Steve the biggest hugs she could manage for someone so small and the two were gone.

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You and Steve sat there for a moment before your voice cut through the silence, his eyes widening.

“Yes, of course it's something I want. I think you will be a fantastic father, Steve.” You took his hands in yours as a huge toothy grin spread over his face, tears filling the corner of his eyes.

And that was that, Steve made sure he fucked you multiple times a day, trying everything under the sun to increase the chances of getting you pregnant, though he never forgot about your needs of course.

Your face was red as Steve’s large hands pushed your thighs further apart as his tongue was lapping against your soaked cunt and puffy clit. He had already made you cum on his tongue twice, hips and ass propped up by a fluffy pillow, that was surely ruined by now. Steve readjusted to pump his finger into your cunt, your voice trembling incoherently as he curled his finger inside of you, his finger tip pressing and curling against the soft plush of your cunt. You whimpered, heat building up inside of you rapidly as he sucked on your clit, his own moans sending that final jolt and forcing another rough orgasm to wrack through you, eyes rolling back.

Steve’s face was shiny and slick as he moved away, removing his finger from you and leaning against your thigh with a smirk. “Think you can handle one more, baby?” He trailed his finger over your hardened nipples and down your stomach.

You nodded meekly, Steve’s teeth pulling back into a grin as his glossed-over eyes stared down at you before he gently slapped your hip. “On your knees, princess.” He smirked, hands taking your hips as you happily obliged.

Steve aligned himself with your cunt, your thighs trembling softly as he pressed the tip of his dick to your entrance, pressing against your clit.

“Steve,” You whimpered, still drunk on his tongue, now desperate for him.

He chuckled softly before thrusting into your soaked cunt, your hot walls collapsing around him as he began to fuck into you, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Steve mumbled, throwing his head back slightly as you moved your hips to allow him to fuck you deeper, his dick throbbing in your hot cunt. “Im’’gonna cum if you…keep that up,” He panted, his thrusts getting deeper and slightly broken as his hands held your hips.

“Steve, fuck..fill me up please, I need you.” You begged, tears forming in your eyes as the warmth spread over you again, body going hot and limp as your vision went blurry. That was all Steve needed. Your whole body felt as if it were enveloped in flames within that moment, Steve cumming deep in your throbbing cunt as you cried out, knuckles stark white as you gripped the soft cool sheets.

You and Steve laid on the bed, the only light in the room coming from the moonlight shining through the curtains. Your fingers intertwined with Steve’s chestnut locks as he traces stars on your belly, dreaming of a child that looks so much like you it makes his heart explode.

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darling2411 · 2 years ago

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A teeny tiny surprise

Pt.2

Damon Salvatore x reader

Warnings: smut, oral f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex

word count: 800

Part 1

“Why don’t you make me come again?”

“Oh I’m planning to make you come at least three times more. “Damon declared.

Your breathing is erratic. Damon’s lips trail down your body. He leaves wet kisses all over your skin.When he reaches your thighs he murmurs “ spread your legs for me love.” And your body complies immediately. You can feel his smile against the soft skin of your inner thighs. He lingers there, sucks on your skin, making sure he leaves a trail of hickeys on his way to your core.

“So pretty and all for me,’ he mumbles against your skin.

At the first contact of his lips with your labia, you let out a string of moans and courses.

You're incredibly sensitive from your former orgasm and the skilled movements of his tongue bring you to your next high in no time.

Damon happily laps up everything you give him and when he groans against you due to your delicious taste you explode again.

Your hips buck up against his mouth and your thighs tremble and clench around his head. You moan out his name in pleasure and his hips grind against the mattress, he’s so hard he could break rocks.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispers.

Damon still hasn’t stopped eating you out and you ask yourself if he wants to break a world record or something because he doesn’t even falter for one second.

“Damon.’you whimper, the pleasure literally taking your ability to form coherent sentences.

“Please. “ you keep begging for something, anything. Not sure if you want him to continue or stop his assault on your poor overstimulated sex.

“Yes? What do you want,baby?”

“Mmpfg.”

“I’m sorry I can't understand you.” He says and you can hear him smirking.

Oh how much you want to slap him in the face so that the shit eating grin, you can feel on his lips, gets wiped away and he stops torturing you with that heavenly tongue of his.

He planned to torture you some more actually, but when he sees your pussy clenching around nothing he can’t take it anymore. He needs to be inside you right fucking now.

With inhuman speed he rips his clothes off and is on top of you. His cock rubs against your cunt and you can feel him leaking pre-cum.

Oh god, he’s going to fuck you hard you think.

‘Please Damon. PLease I need you.” Yup Omar against his neck.

“No worries, pretty girl, I'm going to take good care of you.”he voices while lubricating his cock with your arousal.

With that he pushes into you and bottoms out in one go. The stretch of his coke feels heveanly and your eye rolls back in pure bliss. Damon's face too squinches up in pleasure and he moans your name.” You feel so fucking good, so tight for me. God, so tight." He groans.

You babble incoherent words and he grins in pure male satisfaction, “Aww, is my baby so cock drunk she can’t even speak anymore??”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer and begins thrusting into you hard and fast. The headboard of your bed bangs against the wall and you’re sure your neighbours are going to look at you funny tomorrow.

The air smells like sex and sweat and the sounds of his cock pupming in and out off your slick heat is so dirty and obsence it feels wrong to hear it.

“I can feel you clenching around me. Are you close, baby?” Damon pants from above you, his breath hitting your face.

“Yes, Oh god, yes I’m close. Make me come, please make me cum.” You chant out of breath.

“You take me so good. My good little girl.”

That Nickname is your downfall. You press your eyes closed and stars explode behind your eyelids. You're floating and absently you feel Damon’s thrust turning sloppy and you hear him growl your name when he comes and fills you with his come.

He rides out both of your highs and after a while his body relaxes on yours and his head rests in the crook of your neck.

He kisses your skin lazily and murmurs sweetly nothings in your ear, calming your racing heart.

“That was the best birthday day present ever.”

“Your welcome baby, I loved it too.”

Your mouth curves into a smile and your hands find their home in his hair where you begin to stroke it.

You stay like this for a while, but when you feel yourself getting sleepy you want to get up to pee. You try and fail because Mister Salvatore is fast asleep on top of you.

Well then you gotta pee later, you can allow yourself five minutes of sleep.

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years ago

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Okay have you considered something? Gareth strikes me as the type to pick at holes in clothing to make them bigger. Combined with my own personal working theory that he has a thing for fishnet tights and thigh highs I give you this. You have a hole on the inside of the thigh of your fishnets and we all know this man l o o o v e s to touch constantly so maybe he's got his hand between your thighs when he finds it -what he's doing there is up to you to imagine. He will rip the hole bigger when he finds it. I think we all know where I'm going with this so I'll see myself out now.

The way this made me BLUSH. EXCUSE ME.

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You’re running late to work, throwing things around because you can’t find a single thing to wear under your waitress uniform. You find the closest pair of white fishnets and figure they’ll have to do instead of nylons because you’re already so late. They’ll make you more tips anyway. You notice the hole at work, realizing this is the same pair Gareth practically ripped off of you last week. When you get home, you don’t bother to change before the boys come over for movie night. Gareth clocks your outfit choice IMMEDIATELY, his cheeks going five shades of red as he walks in the door. You like teasing him so you leave it, wondering if he knows about the hole or if it’s just your tights. Doesn’t matter, he’s flustered regardless. After everyone dips out for the night, it’s just the two of you on your sofa in the basement. He pulls you onto his lap, a little needy.

“Nice outfit.” He mumbles, running his hands up your thighs.

“Nice of you to notice.” You wink, as his hands travel closer towards your inner thigh.

You have your lips pressed up against his, tongue running over his lips when his fingers brush against the torn netting and he groans right into your mouth. His fingers pull at the weakened threads, and you feel a few more strands of thread snap against his grip.

“You little minx,” he laughs, pushing you back so he can look at the damage under your skirt, and he’s greeted by ripped stockings and a dark spot on your panties, already soaked from his coaxing. “You wore these all day?”

“Mhmmm.” You nod, “was an accident.”

“A very convenient accident.” He nods back, grabbing you again and throwing you down on your back, the sofa bouncing a little at the impact. He pushes your legs apart, and you whimper as he whispers, “hope you don’t need these anymore.” He rips the hole even wider, exposing your ass, before pulling your panties off and tossing them to the side.

The friction of him ripping the clothes off of you and the tone of his voice have you squirming, desperate for him to be as close to you as possible.

“Please.” You beg, “please Gareth.”

“S’not my name, pretty girl.”

“Please, daddy.” You whine, and he gives in, sliding his hands under your ass and gripping into the netting as he face dives into your folds. All you can hear is him lapping away, his tongue circling your clit as you hands wind into his hair. It’s so soft, he feels so good, pulling you closer to him as he coaxes you into your orgasm. You’re about to cum when he stops, pulling away.

“Sit on my face.” He says, tone sharp and firm.

You happily obey, sliding onto him with a sigh as you feel the heavenly feeling of his nose and lips pushing into you. You’re dripping, and he’s practically moaning into you now, pressing his nose into your sensitive spot as he thrusts his tongue in and out of your folds.

“Fuck.” He hums, lapping at you like a mad man, hands gripping your thighs so tight it feels like you might bruise.

“I’m gonna-“ you wail, grinding your hips onto him, tears streaming down your face.

You feel him squeeze harder as you go over the edge, legs tingling and core absolutely on fire.

He pushes you onto his chest as you come down, a snarky look on his face as he brushes loose tears off your cheeks with his thumb. His face is glistening with a mix of his saliva and your cum, and you giggle because it makes him look like he’s glowing. He’s shiny, with a crown of dark blonde curls framing his face, eyes bright and glassy, all sexed out.

“What?” You laugh, questioning the expression on his face.

“I um,” he’s blushing again. “I came my pants.”

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JESUS CHRIST. Do I add to this? Does this finally mean I get to write about Gareth taking reader doggystyle? Send help. I’m down so bad 😂

#gareth x fem!reader #gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #rosemaryandarsenic rants

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lacontroller1991 · 3 years ago

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Call Home (Ed Baldwin x F!Reader x Gordo Stevens)

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Part of the "Stress Relief" Series

Requested by @11thstreetvigilante

Warnings: Smut, 18+, video sex, blow job, voyeurism, polyamorous relationship, daddy dynamic, porn without plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), language

"How is she Gordo? Is our girl behaving herself?" Ed asks, his hand lightly palming himself through his pants as Gordo pans the camera down, showing Ed the fact that your mouth is wrapped around his thick shaft.

"She is being a good girl, her most feels heavenly," as a demonstration, Gordo bucks his hips upward causing you to gag around him. "I bet you wish you were here."

"Oh I do," Ed comments, his cock painfully hard now. "Honey?" Your head slowly picks itself up off Gordo's cock as you look into the camera, your hand pumping Gordo.

"Hi baby. I miss you and your cock," you whine as both men chuckle.

"Why don't you show me how much you miss it?" Gordo smirks as his hand replaces yours while he scoots out of view. Timidly, you spread your legs and flip up your skirt, a shy smile on your face as you bring a finger between your folds to collect your juice and suck it clean, smiling at the way Ed's hazel eyes grow wide. Gordo's head pops back into the frame.

"Ain't she a beaut, Ed?" Ed looks around the base before pulling out his aching cock and groaning.

"Yeah, so fucking beautiful," he drawls, his fist closing around the base of his swollen length. "Gordo, I need you to follow my instructions, alright?" Seeming to know where it's going, Gordo nods with a smirk. "Good, now I want you to insert two fingers into that tight little cunt," Ed watches in fascination at the way your mouth drops open with a small whimper when Gordo slips two fingers into you, a groan of his own slipping past his lips.

"Christ Ed, our girl is so tight," Gordo comments, his thumb massaging your clit while his index and middle fingers stretch you open. "Can't wait to feel my cock in her."

Meanwhile, Ed watches from Jamestown, his hand wrapped tightly around his length though he desperately wishes it was your dainty hand, or hell, even Gordo's. Running his palm over the tip of his cock, Ed hisses as the precum lathers his scorching skin. "Shit, wish I was there."

"Wish you were here too, buddy. Look at her, being such a good girl. Do you think your daddies should reward you?"

You nod through closed eyes, your hips canting up into Gordo's hand as your own hands play with your breasts, knowing Ed loves it when you play with yourself. "Lay her on her stomach and raise her ass in the air."

Maneuvering behind you, Gordo lays you flat on the bed to where you face the camera as his large hands raise your ass into the air, waiting for Ed's next instructions. "Good. If she even dares to disobey, you spank her alright?"

"Oh with pleasure." Ed nods, taking a sharp inhale and once again looks around. No one is awake. Perfect. Scooting in closer, he holds the headset close to him.

"Alright baby girl, can you hear me?" You nod as Gordo palms your ass, his cock laying between your cheeks. "Gordo is gonna take good care of you, but I want you to be as loud as possible. Think you can manage?"

"Yes daddy." Ed smirks at you through the camera before his eyes find his friend.

"I want you to fuck her nice and slow." Gordo takes himself in his hand and guides the tip of his member to your entrance, slipping in with a low groan. Letting you get use to his size, Gordo leans back and looks into the camera.

"Looks like baby girl needs a minute," he lands a firm slap against your ass, causing you to clench around him with a shout. "Shit, that felt good."

"Please, daddy, move." Gordo's hands wrap around the front of your thighs and lightly pull out before shoving back in, bottoming out in one fell swoop.

"How does it feel?" Ed's voice asks through the tv, his pupils blow as he watches his own personal porn.

"Fuck, Baldwin. She has the best cunt ever," at his words, you subconsciously clench around him causing Gordo to hiss. "Shit baby, you keep doing that I won't last long."

"Serious, Stevens? If I was there, I would last so much longer," Ed lightly jerks himself off at that thought. Gordo shakes his head, his thrusts hollow as he pulls you back against him.

"I don't think so, it's sinful." Gordo starts a slow and even pace, his dick not leaving your warm cavern. Ed watches in jealousy, wishing it was him down there and not Gordo. In a few short weeks though, he'll be back down in Earth and the first thing he plans on doing is eating you until you're screaming his name and only his name.

The sounds of your moans and skin slapping on skin swings Ed out of his trance as his fist speeds up around his cock, his veins pulsing under him. "Fuck, you're so tight." Ed can hear Gordo's soft grunts and your whimpers but when Ed's eyes focus on the screen, your eyes peer through his soul and Ed almost cums.

"Gordo, you better make her cum." Gordo looks down and notes the way your eyes focus on the screen, your pussy clenching around him.

"Are you gonna cum baby? Are you gonna cum on daddy's cock." You turn your head back, your body jolting with each powerful thrust.

"Yes daddy, please. Please lemme cum, gotta cum," you slip your own hand down between your legs and stroke your clit, your moans echoing in the bedroom as Gordo drives his hips into yours.

"Cum for Gordo baby, cum for me." Ed grunts, his hand speeding up with short, quick motions as he feels the familiar coil in his lower abdomen. "Shit, gonna cum," Ed jerks himself before coming with a low grunt, his spend splashing all over the screen and covering your face. Over the headset, he hears an echo of moans followed by pants of breaths. Grabbing a tissue, Ed wipes the screen as Gordo repositions the camera so both you and him are in the frame, a sheen layer of sweat painting both of your skins.

"So, two more weeks?" You ask, a sudden soberness taking over as Ed nods, a tired expression on his face.

"Yeah baby. I know I said it would only be a couple more days but you know how they are."

"Wouldn't be surprised if they keep you another month," Gordo comments but you're quick to slap his arm with a scoff.

"No they won't, Gord. If they do, I'm going up in that rocket and dragging his ass home." Ed and Gordo chuckle before Ed looks at the time.

"Alright guys, I gotta get off. Houston about to be back on the comms in 20."

"Yeah, yeah. Get some sleep buddy."

"By Eddy." Ed waves before shutting off the camera, your tv going black as you and Gordo sit in silence for a second.

"So... round two?"

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maulslittlemeowmeow · 3 years ago

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Catch Me First

Chapter 7 - Watch Me

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Alcohol consumption, marking/possessiveness, fingering (f receiving), cum eating, little bit of girl on girl, exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, kids), creampie

Summary: The Wolfpack are going out for drinks and you’re invited! You haven’t had a chance to “go out” with Wolffe, so you eagerly agree. Commander Cody throws a wrench into your plans, not that you can be too mad with the results.

Pairing: Wolffe x Reader (cis female), a little bit of Reader x female oc

WC: 5034

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve consumated your new partnership with Wolffe, and you haven’t had a chance to since. Not to say that you haven’t been able to sneak away for other things; usually pushed into a closet or unoccupied shuttle for a few heated moments of heavy petting. It was all heavenly, and Wolffe made sure to top off the marks on your body so you (and everyone else) wouldn’t forget that you were spoken for. To whom, though, still remained a secret. Your roommate had wised up after she’d seen the bruises on your neck and shoulders and relentlessly teased you, asking when she’d get to meet the person who’d left them. Meanwhile, you counted down the days until you’d have an apartment of your own so that you could bring Wolffe home for once and not worry about being caught.

It’s a blessing when Wolffe comms you to tell you that he’ll have a night free, and that the boys were planning a night on the town. You couldn’t have agreed faster to come out with them, excited at the thought of being able to be out and comfortable in public with him. The only place you could do so, of course, being the place that started it all; 79’s.

Your roommate had cheered you out the door when she saw what you’d been wearing. A “Fuck Me” outfit, as she so delicately put it. You had to admit that you’d gone a bit all out, but how often did you get a chance to dress up for your man? It still sent a surge of prickling excitement through you to think of Wolffe as such. You straighten your dress as you step out of the hovercab; a tight, strappy little black number that falls at your mid-thigh. The dress had a silver stripe up one side, accentuating how the garment hugged your curves (and just so happened to be Wolffe’s color). A simple silver choker adorned your throat, sitting just above the marks that Wolffe so lovingly left; you wore them proudly, knowing that he may be upset to see you cover them with makeup. The outfit is completed with a pair of chunky-heeled boots; you wanted some ankle support in the event Wolffe swept you off somewhere for some fun.

You don’t make it five steps towards the establishment before an arm wraps itself around your waist from behind. You yelp, going rigid in the strong grip, until a voice rumbles against your neck and you nearly go slack with satisfaction.

“I thought you’d been working on your spacial awareness, sweetness?” A stubbled cheek presses to your neck and you feel plush lips on your shoulder, “Or did you think I’d stop hunting you..?”

You grind your ass back against your lover, shocked when you feel a distinct lack of plastoid. Wolffe growls in your ear and spins you around to face him, his eyes devouring every inch of you, looking as if he’d take you out here in the open with how dark his eyes get upon seeing all of you pressed to him. He’s not in armor, as you had suspected, and is instead dressed in a stiff looking gray uniform complete with gloves and hat. The hat looked a little silly, but it was part of the look, and you had to admit that he looked dashing in the ensemble.

“You wear this for me, cyar’ika?” Wolffe’s good eye gleams with interest.

You don’t get a chance to answer him before you hear hollering from the front of 79’s; Boost. You both turn to see him flagging you both down to come inside and join the rest of them. Wolffe leads you inside with a hand placed on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd to the same booth the pack always fills. You garner a few low whistles as you reach the table, Comet and Sinker flashing you grins fit for anyone in a group named the Wolf Pack. Boost, however, sidles up to a sweet looking Pantoran girl. You’re shocked, honestly, to see him throw an arm around her shoulders and see her snuggle in. Of all of the men, you wouldn’t have expected Boost to have a special lady.

They all squish in to make room for you and the commander, and a droid comes by to take orders not long after. Wolffe idly runs his fingers along your thigh under the table as you converse with the others and occasionally takes your hand in his when you aren’t speaking with it. It warms your heart to be able to casually enjoy each other's company like this, unhurried, unafraid of people seeing. After a drink, though, you desperately want to let loose. You beg Wolffe to join you on the dancefloor, but no dice. He seems completely opposed to the idea, and takes the ribbing his brothers give him easily.

“I’ll dance with you,” The Pantoran girl, Iri, piped up. Apparently Boost wasn’t in the mood, and you had a feeling it had more to do with the drinks he’d pounded than his desire to bump and grind with his sweetie. Sinker and Comet shared another look and smirked at her.

“Careful, Iri, this one is wild on the dancefloor.” Sinker teased, leaning his elbows on the table. You roll your eyes and see Iri’s yellow eyes widen in confusion.

“The first time I saw these chucklefucks here they had to pry me off of a pretty little Twi’lek. I have a feeling I’ll be hearing about it for a while.” The other girl flushes a deep blue and bites her lip. You know that look, and you answer it with a wolfish grin of your own. “If that’s something you’re interested in, we can put on a little show for our boys…”

Iri seems to only flush deeper, much to the amusement of the people at the table, but she uses their teasing tones to fuel her and knocks Boost’s untouched drink back before agreeing. Wolffe chuckles and sends you off with a sharp swat to your backside and a grin. You lead the petite girl by her hand to an area of the dancefloor not too far off and twirl her in your grip playfully. She giggles and leans in to you, a coy little smirk curling her plump lips. You slide your fingertips under her chin as you begin to sway together before spinning her again and pulling her back against your chest. Your hands slide down her arms to her hands, twining your fingers in hers for a few moments before leaning into her neck, your eyes on the men you came here with.

“Make sure you keep your eyes on them, they’ll lose their shit, trust me.” A giggle erupts from Iri when she hears your words but you can tell she’s looking directly at Boost, who is leaning on a hand and looking at her adoringly. Wolffe meanwhile is leaned back with his arms on the back of the booth, his chest swollen with something that looks like pride as he watches you. You turn up the heat and slip your hands to Iri’s hips, pulling her into the rhythm you set to the thumping bass. She melts into you, grinding back into you and brushing her hands over yours before sliding over her own body. You have to admit that the girl has some moves, despite her seeming new to this sort of game. The two of you play together for a song or two, until you think Boost is going to burst from his skin if he doesn’t get his hands on his girl. Wolffe and the others tease him relentlessly, you can tell from here, but he doesn’t pay them any mind.

You’d been watching the men at your table so closely that you were surprised to feel a gloved hand on your shoulder. You startle, releasing your dance partner and spinning to see who interrupted you. You’re met with the charming visage of a clone, one with a very distinct scar on the left side of his face and yellow markings on his war-worn armor. Honestly, if it weren’t for the scar, you’d think he was just another of the 212th, but you immediately know who this man is.

“Commander Cody.” You remark, offering a polite smile. He returns it, though there is something flickering behind those deep amber eyes that makes your heart race.

“Mind if I cut in?” You raise your eyebrow at him, but Iri nods. You knew she was itching to get back to Boost now that you’d revved her engine, and how could she deny a commander his wish? You don’t watch her go, instead cocking a hip and looking at the commander with a questioning gaze. “Just for one song?” He adds, holding out his hand. You take it, curious what that look in his eyes meant, and thinking perhaps that he had something to discuss. Cody pulls you towards him, keeping your back to Wolffe and the others. He luckily doesn’t pull you directly against his body, keeping you far enough away that you don’t think Wolffe will mind terribly.

“So, Commander, is there a reason you sought me out?” You ask, the corners of your lips twitching upwards. Cody looks almost guilty behind that attractive smirk of his. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure this is a completely normal activity for you, but I’ve been here a handful of times and never had the pleasure of your company.”

Cody chuckles before spinning you to face the bar, where a gaggle of clones in yellow-patterned armor are gathered and watching the two of you. When they notice you’re looking their way, there is an eruption of sound. Many of them cheer and laugh, and you notice one of the shinier amongst them getting nudged and hassled, he looks horribly embarrassed. Upon further inspection, you realize you know him. The poor blonde looks at the two of you with a heavy blush and a sorry expression.

“Vice is one of mine, I think you may know him.” Cody leans in to tell you, you can hear the grin in his voice. “And of course a shiny like him wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut that he’d had his hands on a Commander’s girl.” You gasp, turning to look at Commander Cody in what you hoped was a disbelieving expression, but you can’t help the amusement in your eyes, or the warm flush of approval rushing through you at someone else referring to you as ‘Wolffe’s girl’. “He was trying to seem tough, I’m sure you understand. Don’t hold it against him.” A look of understanding softens your features as you look back at the debonair clone.

“You’re doing this to get under Wolffe’s skin, aren’t you?”

The flash of Cody’s teeth is all the answer you need. You smirk knowingly and look over his shoulder to try to peek at your table. Cody instead twirls you again, this time pulling your back flush to his chest as he faces you towards your table. “Why though?” You ask as the air leaves your lungs when he pulls you against hard plastoid. He leans his head down near your neck, both of you looking in the direction of the pack’s booth. You don't see Wolffe; that worries you.

“You have siblings?” Cody’s breath tickles your ear. You shake your head, eyes scanning the crowd to try to find your beau. “Then you wouldn’t get it.”

You feel something, then. The feeling first feels like a tingling buzz through your blood, swirling towards your guts and settling like a hot ball of lead, then it’s rising into your throat. Your skin erupts in goosebumps and your brows furrow. The sensation feels…red. You don’t know how else to explain it, but the feeling that swirls through you feels blinding and red. Was this… the Force?

You don’t get another moment to consider it before you feel Cody stagger to the side behind you. The clones at the bar howl as they watch Wolffe shoulder check their commander before wrapping you in his arms. The red feeling is washing off of Wolffe. You look at him with wide eyes as you try to make sense of it, but he’s not looking at you, his eyes are fixed on Cody. His silly hat and gloves are gone. Cody straightens up again and holds his hands out to his sides as if asking for an embrace, a smug grin curling his kissable lips.

“What’s the matter, Cody? Couldn’t find a plaything tonight so you had to put your hands on someone else’s?” Wolffe snarls through a grin. You should be offended by how he refers to you, you think, but instead it sends a bolt of desire through you. Cody laughs.

“Oh, Wolffe. This is your first, I had to see if she was real. Besides, she was out on the dance floor looking so lovely; I had to get a closer look.”

A hum rumbles through Wolffe, and you feel one of his hands move from your waist to your throat, his bare fingers brushing over the purple marks he’d left there.

“Couldn’t see my handiwork from there? I guess you are getting up there in age, vod.” He leans down to your ear and whispers, “May I leave another, cyar’ika?” Cody watches Wolffe closely, clearly entertained by the reaction he’d gotten from him. You nod subtly and hear Wolffe make a pleased sound in the back of his throat that makes your knees wobble. Then his fingers coast down to your decolletage. A stinging pain follows as Wolffe rakes his nails across your chest, leaving raised red marks in a wide arc, marks that could be seen well across the crowded bar. Your mouth drops open and you can’t help the whine that pours out, your lashes fluttering as you gaze up at Commander Cody. “I think this one should be good enough for those tired eyes to catch.” Cody’s eyes glint with something playful as he watches you squirm in Wolffe’s arms, his lips pulling into another satisfied smile; it was a lovely look for him.

“Oh, just wait until I tell Fox and Rex, vod’ika. You’re in for it the next time we play Sabacc.” Cody muses before giving Wolffe a proud punch in the shoulder and turning back to his boys at the bar. He returns to them, holding his hands out to his side again in an almost-shrug. You see the clones at the bar hollering and receiving him with open arms, some of them begrudgingly exchanging credits. You think you hear one say “He didn’t hit you? See, Vice, he isn’t so scary!”. That poor boy.

The red feeling is gone, and you take a deep breath for the first time since it started. Warm hands cup your jaw and turn you, you follow their guidance to meet Wolffe’s affectionate gaze. “Was that too hard?” He asks, and the question brings a sunny feeling bubbling to your chest. You smile and lean up on your toes to kiss him, immediately hearing a chorus of “aw”s from the bar. You glare over your shoulder to see all of the 212th boys cupping their faces, hugging each other, or otherwise looking on patronizingly as they watched Wolffe’s displays of affection. Wolffe flips them the bird and Cody raises his glass to him good-naturedly. “Had enough of the dancefloor for a night?” Wolffe asks, his grip on you tightening.

You allow Wolffe to herd you back in the direction of the table where you see Iri settled in Boost’s lap, necking him and leaving him an absolute mess beneath her. Sinker and Comet pay them no mind, clearly the alcohol finally getting to them as they seem loose and unbothered. When they see you’ve returned, Sinker steps out of the booth to allow you and Wolffe to slide into the center besides the other lovebirds before settling back into his spot opposite of Comet. They sit at the openings of the booth, like plastered gate guardians, the thought makes you smile. You’re about to ask Wolffe about Cody, but the thought is gone from your mind the minute you feel his rough hands on you, pulling you into his lap. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips and grind you back against him and you squeak in startled pleasure. You turn to look over your shoulder with a curious grin and almost moan at the look in Wolffe’s eye.

His golden eye is dark, similar to the first time you had seen him in this booth, looking both angry and pleased; how he manages it, you don’t know, but it stirs something in you. “Wolffe-” You begin, but he doesn’t let you finish. One of his hands grips your jaw and tips your chin back so he can capture your lips in a searing kiss. You feel the eyes of the others at the booth on you, clearly as surprised as you are. Wolffe hadn’t shown a propensity for PDA other than simple touches, but clearly the meeting with Cody had started something. His stubble scratches you as his lips burn a trail down your jaw and neck, then he’s growling in your ear and sliding his hand up your thigh, under your dress.

“Want to put on another show?” The thought makes your toes curl in your boots and your thighs squeeze his hand as it reaches its destination between them. You nod before turning your attention back to the others at the table, as if looking for permission of the others present. Sinker and Comet are ignoring you both just as easily as they were Iri and Boost. Boost is back to nuzzling into Iri’s neck, leaving navy marks along the column of her throat. Iri, however, watches the two of you with glazed eyes and obvious interest. This all seems so new and fascinating to her, and you idly think about how innocent she seems, wonder where Boost dug her up. Your lips curl into a smirk as she notices you looking at her and blushes. That smirk parts as a soft moan slips past it when you feel Wolffe’s fingers beginning to swirl on your throbbing bud. You open your legs wider to allow him access as you lean back against him, rolling your head onto his shoulder and turning to lick a long stripe over his pulse. All of this feels filthy, maybe more filthy than when you blew him under this table, and you can tell Wolffe knows you like it from the way he groans against your shoulder when he feels how wet you’re getting.

Your eyes open wide as Wolffe’s finger slides past your underwear to sink into you as deep as he can get it. You moan again against his neck and feel his hips shift a bit beneath you. His finger curls in you the way he knows you like, you can’t help but grind into his palm. Iri’s gaze on you is burning; you loll your head forward lazily to meet it, and are surprised to see her in a similar state; Boost is copying his commander, how cute. Iri’s plush lips are open as she pants wantonly and you can’t tear your gaze away from them, your tongue flitting out to wet your lips as you watch her. She unconsciously imitates you before you both lean forward and close the distance between each other, your lips meeting in the middle. You take the lead and she seems to appreciate it, you have a feeling the poor thing is overstimulated from everything and is barely hanging on as it is. Your tongue flicks against hers invitingly when she moans, and she returns the touch eagerly.

Another of Wolffe’s fingers slips in beside his first and you grind down against it, whining into Iri’s mouth in a plea for more. Wolffe is a smart boy, he knows what you want, and he obliges you as he starts to thrust them languidly into you, his free hand slithering over your hip to begin toying with your clit. The sweet little Pantoran in front of you cums first, you feel her begin to shake and you cup her cheek, rubbing your thumb over it comfortingly as she cums herself silly on Boost’s fingers. You spy the man in question with his face pressed into her neck, panting and groaning as he feels her tighten around his digits. The sight threatens to finish you, the muscles in your abdomen twisting and flexing. You hear Wolffe click his tongue behind you and the pressure on your clit disappears, the hand moving to your jaw to turn your face towards the bar and Wolffe growls into your ear again.

“As nice as the girl is, you know who this show is for, cyar’ika…”

Before your eyes can focus on the 212th boys, in your immediate view are Comet and Sinker, who have forgotten their conversation and feigned disinterest in favor of watching you and Iri, their eyes glazed but their smirks unmistakable. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so debauched, their gazes only fueling the fire in your gut. Wolffe knows you’re not looking where he wants and squeezes your jaw a bit tighter. You zero in on the yellow armor at the bar and smile dazedly as you spy all of them looking your way, Commander Cody included. The clone commander is smirking over the rim of his pint, the rest of the 212th are looking on in various levels of shock and awe, most of them slack-jawed. Vice looks like he wants to die, not helped by the fact that a few of his brothers are clearly teasing him about the show you’re putting on.

Your thoughts are shattered as Wolffe’s hand returns to your clit and strokes you into your release, heat flooding through you and splintering from your core as you unravel for Wolffe. You force your eyes to stay open as your face twists with your orgasm, your lips still curled upward in smug bliss as a groan flows out of you. After you’ve had enough time to come down from your high, Wolffe’s fingers pull free of you and lift to your lips. You obey immediately, taking them into your mouth and dutifully cleaning them as you look across the bar. You hear Iri gasp beside you and see Sinker let out a ragged breath.

“Need to fuck you, Good Girl..” Wolffe’s voice is husky as he nips at the soft spot below your ear and pulls his fingers from your lips with an audible pop. His other hand swipes his forgotten hat off the tabletop and slaps it down onto your head and ruffles it playfully, making you giggle and breaking the spell cast over those at the table.

Comet shakes his head then nods to Sinker, who takes another look at you and Iri before nodding. “Yeah let’s find some holes.” You gawk at Sinker in disbelief, but he and Comet only laugh as they leave to head towards the bar. You turn back to the other couple to see Boost whispering something undoubtedly similar to what Wolffe had said, and you lean back towards Iri with a smile.

“Here’s my comm number- we can do lunch sometime and complain about them.” You tease, nodding your head back to Wolffe. She accepts eagerly before Boost is dragging her out of the booth and towards the exit. That leaves you and Wolffe alone in the booth, his hips grinding into you as if to remind you of what he’d said a moment ago. “Here?” You ask, looking over your shoulder again.

“Can’t be the barracks, can’t be your place. Suggestions?” He mumbles, beginning to pepper your back and shoulder with hasty kisses. A cruel thought bubbles to the forefront of your mind.

“You can take me where the shiny almost did, really scrub that memory away.”

Teeth press into your shoulder to muffle the deep groan of satisfaction from Wolffe at the thought, and you laugh. He’s pushing you along the seat and then you’re over his shoulder, mirroring the night he found you with Vice in that dimly lit hallway. There are a few whistles and wolf howls, and you wave cheekily to the 212th boys, noticing how Vice has his head in his hands on the bartop, not looking your way. You wonder how much he regrets running his mouth.

With the way Wolffe is moving, you’re in the aforementioned hallway in record timing, and you’re both pleasantly surprised to see the corner you were hoping to use unoccupied. Wolffe slips you down his front slowly, holding you against him as gravity brings you back to your feet. He presses you against the wall when you’re on solid ground and covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy. You palm his turgid length through his pants and earn some pleasant noises from Wolffe for your efforts, but decide you’d rather hear the sounds he makes when he feels your hand directly on him. You unbutton and unzip his pants hastily and pull him free, stroking him eagerly from root to tip; he thrusts into your hand for a few moments before his hand slides from your waist to the back of one of your thighs, bringing it up around his waist. You’ve never been more glad for a warm up than in this moment, because Wolffe sheathes himself in you with one rough push and you think he would have definitely split you otherwise. The position you’re in, however, offers some reprieve as he can’t quite angle his hips to get flush with you. The steady rocking of his hips still makes your knees weak, however, and Wolffe clearly notices as you shake against him. Ever the gentleman, he leans down to scoop up your other leg, hoisting you up and pinning you to the wall as you wrap yourself around him. Now this… this angle is unbelievable. You don’t know if you’ve ever slept with someone strong enough to achieve it, always slightly bashful at the thought of someone holding your weight, but Wolffe makes it seem so easy. His chest is pressed tightly to yours and the two of you alternate between needy kisses and tucking into each other's necks.

“I-.. I never would have thought you’d do something…. Like that..” You gasp out as you begin to feel yourself building towards your second release, moans breaking up your sentence. He bites down on your neck roughly to muffle a groan as you begin tightening around him.

“I wouldn’t.” He grits out in your ear, his heavy panting puffing over your neck with each thrust. “You’re a bad influence. I told you… you make me crazy.” His words tickle something in you and you squeeze him again, so close to your release that you want to cry. It’s right there, so close, just a little more; but you can’t bring yourself to release your hold on him to play with your clit- You want him close. It’s as if Wolffe can hear you, because his hips begin snapping against your ass in a staccato rhythm and he begins muttering absolute filth in your ear. “What’s the matter, cyar’ika? Can’t cum without half a battalion watching you? Do I need to take you back and bend you over the bartop so that the 212th can watch me fill you?” You shake your head, unable to make words to answer him. “Whose girl are you? Who’s the only one that gets to fill this perfect pussy?”

“Wolffe!” You cry into his neck, hoping the music in the bar and his thick muscles there will muffle it enough to not have everyone in the hallway turning your way. A deep, growling sound rolls through Wolffe as he feels you constrict around him, milking him straight into his own release.

“That’s right, Cyar’ika… That’s. My. Girl.” He emphasizes each word with a deep thrust as he finishes, your cunt greedily taking everything he gives and begging for more. It’s over sooner than you’d like, he slips out of you and adjusts your panties before letting you touch down again. He tucks himself back into his starchy pants and you notice with a grimace that there is a wet patch over his zipper, evidence of your ordeals.

“Sorry… about that.” You gesture to his groin and he smirks.

“I’m not. Just shows that I can keep my girl happy.” You preen at his words, biting your lip to try to hide your wide grin; you don’t do a great job. His fingers brush over the red lines across your chest thoughtfully before kissing the top of your head. He sees the subtle shake in your legs. “You had enough excitement for one night?”

Wolffe takes your hand and leads you back out of the hallway and into the bar proper, but decides he’d rather wrap an arm around your shoulders as you move closer to the bar. You tangle your fingers with the hand that lays limply off of your shoulder, wanting to be closer still. Wolffe stops you in front of Cody, who is sitting on his stool and leaning back on the bar with his legs spread wide. The other scarred commander eyes the wet patch on Wolffe’s pants and then smirks at you, you flush.

“You’re bringing drinks to Sabacc next time.” Wolffe states, returning his brother’s smirk. Cody nods and his smile grows, knowing it’s a fair price to pay to relentlessly tease Wolffe when next he sees him. With that exchange covered, Wolffe turns you towards the exit. As you pass the gaggle of 212th, you make eye contact with the blond.

“Good night Vice~.” You say, saccharine sweet. Wolffe’s hand moves to your ass to give it a healthy squeeze and you hear the clones erupt into laughter and a few baying like wolves behind you.

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