#wild. anyway i love you nighty night

[abyssalpriest]

And now I can physically smell the sea oh OK. Hold on

...... I Je Rudra yeah you sure are

[dangermousie]

S2 ep 5

1. Marcos declaring this boarding school is like a horror movie - he is so right. So much of this ep is his desperately trying to get himself (and more importantly Paula) out of it and the horror of it is he can’t (and once again, Caro gets all the signs she is ignoring, that she will never be his all-consuming love. He doesn’t even think of her in light of hopes of getting Paula out. As is right - being with Marcos would be in any meaningful way like being with a single father - you will come second and you should. But I don’t think Caro truly gets it.)

2. Julia and Ivan bonding over the math teacher being a psycho but what strikes me again is Ivan mentioning the man choked him and nobody even goes “we should report it.” What the hell is this school? Ah, hell school!

3. The irony of Elsa telling Ivan that if he doesn’t learn to control his aggression, he will end up like daddy. She is gonna date daddy!!!! And also, it’s rather hypocritical seeing she hired a teacher who chokes students and is a murderer; it all comes across as “only beat others if you have power” - yeah, that’s basically the school. (Side note - finding out he has no shared blood with Daddy was one of the best things that happened to Ivan - well that and getting an explanation as to why his father was such a monster; it stops him from wondering if there is something wrong with him that his own father could not love him (though I want to point out that this show is big on biology is not destiny. Marcos’ father and grandfather turn out hardcore Nazis and yet he’s good and fights them with everything.)) But anyway, the scene of Ivan “bonding” with Paula, there for punching a kid, is AMAZING. My fave part is when she sees him give Elsa’s back the finger and asks what it is, and he says it’s a gesture of liking and she should do it to her brother and teachers OMG you juvenile delinquent!

4. Fermin x Maria are everything. His telling her if she came to spend the night she won’t need the nightie and when she is asking which place he prefers (she is sleeping in his room for plot reasons, and they both know sex is not on the menu), his saying he likes being on the bottom. Heeee. I do love how Fermin somehow manages to both convey his liking her and wanting her and total acceptance of it all going at her pace...

5. Hi there resident serial killer. That was downright terrifying!

6. Evelyn and Paula decide to fake a letter from Ivan’s father (because they asked Maria why Ivan is bad and she said he wasn’t bad, he just does bad things because he’s sad because his father is in jail) and like...I melt as much as Ivan does. AWWWW. You know, for all his many issues and sharp edges, he responds to genuine kindness so strongly.

7. That flashback of Marcos learning about their parents’ deaths - what struck me is Marcos falling apart but Paula skipping oblivious, happily, and he is containing his grief - for her sake. That is their whole story summed up - he falls apart but protects her from all those horrors that cause him to do so. LIKE!!!!

8. Ivan, protector of Paula. Heeeee!!!! Well, you can’t be bros with Marcos if you don’t take care of his baby sis. (How far we’ve come from early s1 and Ivan’s snide comments to Marcos that he wants to tell Marcos’ sister their parents are dead.)

9. I caaaan’t!!!! He did tell her this is a gesture of friendship. OMG. This show was WILD!!!!

10. Marcos learning they have no money, their childhood home is gone...

And that means he is trapped with his sister in the boarding school of hell, they can’t leave, he can’t protect her (and his lawyer is clearly somehow involved which makes it scarier) and just the helplessness and the terror. This show liked breaking Marcos down almost as much as it did Ivan.

But once again - he is keening silently so Paula can sleep sweetly and peacefully. Because this is how it always is. I can’t with him and with them!

PS I find it pretty telling how Ivan is not shattered by the break up with Caro. I think because for him that relationship really also was largely not genuine love but wanting to have someone and not be alone.

[happiiest]

🤗

[harrywritingsbyme]

plsss write about y/n pushing a dildo in her for nightly cockwarming & harry finding outt🥺🥵

Goodnight

A/N: I’m sorry it’s crazy late bbys!!! School started back this week and it’s been a bit of an adjustment. And my writing mojo/schedule has been out of wack all week...so I really hope this one doesn’t suck🥺. Anyways, this one is a cute/filthy lil sub!Y/n piece! Enjoy🙃

You were in your subspace without Harry. He’d been away for a couple days now and you were dying for him to come back home. You were able to handle the first two days perfectly fine. You talked and texted with him whenever he woke up, when you were going to bed, and whenever he was free. You missed him so much, but you were able to get through it and look forward towards when he’d finally come back home to you. You were completely fine until this morning. When you woke up and talked to Harry, something clicked inside of you that sent you into a downward spiral, ending with you falling right into your subspace. Whenever you were feeling small, you were a complete mess. All you wanted to do was be with Harry. You wanted to feel and really be with him as he took care of your every need. You wanted to have all of Harry’s affection, love and attention.

For the entire day, all you did was stay in bed. The only time you got up was to shower, eat, and use the bathroom. Other than that, you were huddled up in the bed cuddling one of the fluffy pillows that you’d doused in Harry’s cologne. He made sure to leave your favorite behind whenever he left so that you could do that. You clutched at the pillow tightly as you laid there. You kept your eyes shut as you tried to focus your thoughts on Harry’s warm cuddles and kisses. You missed the way he’d drag one his large hands up and down your body as he cuddled you. You also missed the way he’d call you his sweet girl then give you sweet kisses. You wanted that all day long. You wanted him to make you feel safe and loved. You wanted to feel Harry. Your strong want and need to feel him was so deep inside of you that it even brought you to tears. You let a few fat tears seep out of your tightly sealed eyes as you laid in bed.

As the day began to really wind down and you finished eating the little something you made for yourself, it was time to head upstairs to bed. When you got upstairs, you went straight to the closet. There were two things in there that could make you feel a little better before you got on the phone to talk to Harry and went to bed. After grabbing the two items, you make your way over to the dresser to grab one more thing from the drawers before heading to the bed. Once you’re standing at the edge of your side of the bed, you drop all of the items and you begin to quickly undress yourself. You toss all of the worn clothes off your body and into a neat pile by your feet on the floor. Once you’re completely naked you reach down and you grab the light pink satin nightie Harry’d gotten for you when you two vacationed in Italy. Whenever you were feeling small and it was time for bed, this was one of the things that you’d always ask for Harry to put you in. You loved feeling like a princess, Harry’s little princess. He’d always tell you how pretty you looked in it and you loved that. You were hoping that he noticed when he FaceTimed you in a few minutes. Once the nightie is draped over your your body, you then reach for the lacy light pink panties that you grabbed from the dresser drawer and you pull them up your legs underneath the short “dress”.

Once you’re all dressed, you grab the last item from the bed and you lay down against the pillows. Once you’re comfortable, you spread your legs and lift your nightie a bit. You then hook your index finger around the crotch area of your panties, pulling them to the side to expose your pussy. You then take the hand that was holding the squishy and very realistic dildo and raise it up to your mouth. You give the toy one quick look over before sticking your tongue out and giving it a couple of licks. Once the entire shaft of toy gets a light coat, you lower it down between your legs and you line it up with your entrance. You take a final deep breath before sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You then begin to slowly insert the toy into your hole.

“Daddy!” You whimper our into the quiet room.  Your eyes are tightly sealed as you try and picture Harry pushing his cock into you. Along with feeling lonely and needy, you were also feeling a bit empty. You were feeling empty for two reasons. The first being that you weren’t getting any of the normal treatment you’d usually get when you were in your subspace. And the second, most powerful reason, was that you weren’t full with Harry’s cock. Along with the tender loving care he’d shower you with, Harry’d always make sure to give you his cock. Before you could even think to ask, he’d already be working on your panties and getting his cock out. There was something about his warm cock being deep inside your tummy while he loved on you and made the butterflies in there go wild that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You loved that. Which is why you wanted to fill yourself up with the dildo that he had specially made to simulate his cock. You absolutely loved this toy, it was squishy, long and thick just like his cocky and it even had a soft (and pretty large) pairs of balls at the base. You were hoping that this toy would do the trick in making you a little less empty. When you feel the balls against you, you stop pushing and you pull your panties back over using the finger that was still hooked around them. You always had a little trouble keeping toys in your pussy so you needed your panties to keep it inside. Once you’re all settled down there, you pull your hands back up and you get your pillows situated. You bring one down between your legs and the other (the one that smelled like Harry) to your chest to cuddle into. Once your pillows are where they need to be, and your body is turned towards the bedside table where your phone is propped up on your bottle of water, you comfortably and patiently (barely) wait for Harry’s phone call.

Luckily for you, it only takes 5 minuets for Harry to call you. And to say that you picked up in a heartbeat would be a complete understatement. You weren’t even through the first ring before you picked up.

“Hey baby” Harry coos as soon as you pick up the phone “I know that you’re about to go to sleep so I just wanted to say goodnight.”

“I miss you daddy.” You mumble softly. Hearing his voice after all the things you did to make yourself feel better made you feel even worse. You couldn’t stop yourself from telling him. You didn’t want to distract him while he was on an important trip but you just couldn’t help it.

“Oh baby, are you in your princess space?” Harry asks you concernedly. Your tone and you calling him daddy were all indicators that you were in your subspace. He could also tell from the way you were pouting at him through the camera. “How bad do you need daddy sweetheart?” Harry coos softly. His girl needed him and he was going to do everything to get to the bottom of it.

“I sprayed your pillow, I put on my nightie...” you begin, pulling back the heavily scented pillow to show him the little pink dress you had on. “And I put a toy inside.” You continue, whispering this last part.

“My poor baby!” Harry coos, you really needed him. “Daddy wishes that he was there to take care of you and I promise you that I will be home before you know it.” He promises, looking directly at your small and pouty figure through the screen.“

“I can’t wait two more days daddy, I really need you.” You softly cry out to him.

“Well luckily for you, daddy finished up everything that he has to do here and he’ll be coming home a bit early.” Harry says excitedly, trying to ease you a little bit. He wished that he could just blink and he’d be right there. But unfortunately he couldn’t.

“I can’t wait daddy!”

“Can you manage to rest those pretty eyes so that daddy can spend some time with you as soon as he gets home sweetie?” Harry continues. “And since that pretty hole of yours is nice and stuffed, you should be able to make it through the night, right?”

“It’s not you and I can’t go to sleep without you daddy.” You explain sorrowfully.

“Would you go to sleep if daddy made his princess cum? I know you always get sleepy whenever your pretty little cunt cums.” Harry offers. And as soon as he does, you’re quickly nodding your head yes. “Alright baby, just relax and do everything I tell you.” Harry chuckles are your eagerness.

“Yes daddy!” You comply excitedly.

“Alright sweet girl. Now bring one of your hands down between your legs.” Harry instructs, prompting you to spread your legs and bring your hand down there.

“Know you cant hold it inside all by yourself so pull those panties to the side.” He chuckles, continuing his instructions.

“What now daddy?”

“Show daddy.” He simply instructs, prompting you to reach over towards the bedside table and grab your phone. You the. Bring it down between your legs so show him that you’ve followed his instructions. When the camera is between your legs, he can see the dildo resting inside of you while your panties are pulled to the side and are held there by the base of the toy that was poking out a bit. “Good girl. Now start moving it in and out baby.” Harry furthers his instructions through a huff. He couldn’t get enough of the sight. Even though it was nothing like seeing and doing this in person, the sight before him was amazing. You were all subby, looking absolutely adorable and stunning, and you were touching yourself per his instructions. It was amazing. So amazing that his cock began to stir in his pants.

“Feels so good daddy!” You whine loudly, continuing to follow his instruction. As you moved the dildo in and out, you could feel the veins of it rubbing back and forth against your walls. And on top of that, you could feel the dildo pushing into the pit of your tummy where the butterflies were fluttering faster and getting warmer.

“Drop the phone and play with those pretty tits.” Harry groans. He couldn’t stop himself from palming his ever growing cock. Hearing and seeing you do this was getting to Harry and he was definitely going to take care of himself once you were settled.

While you continue to thrusting the toy inside of your weepy and sopping wet hole, you let go of your phone and rested it against the crevice of your slightly bent knee. Fortunately, this allowed hardy to keep watching as you touched yourself.

“My tummy’s starting to burn daddy.” You cry out to him. You could feel your entire body warming up. The butterflies were pulsating at this point and you felt like you were ready to explode.

“Speed that hand up and play with those perky little nipples princess.” Harry grumbles through the phone. Your nipples were beyond sensitive and your hand was going as fast as it could. The fierce tingling sensation in your chest mixed with the throbbing and pulsating between your legs created the perfect storm for your release.

Harry could see your legs quaking and he could see your hand becoming staggered as you tried to continue thrusting the toy into your cunt. He could even see a little bit of your hand moving feverishly against your chest beneath your nightie. He could tell that you were going to explode. And it was going to be big.

“Cum babygirl.” Harry grunts, continuing to touch himself and watch/instruct you. And with that, you came.

“Oh my- fuck!” You cry out as you completely let go. As you release, you not only cum but you also squirt. It felt so good to just let go and cum. And squirt.

“Feels so good.” You slur happily after you come down from your high.

“I bet it did, now get some rest babydoll.” Harry chuckles softly.

“I love you daddy.” You hum, reaching down to grab your phone.

“I love you too baby. Now get some rest, daddy’s gonna see you tomorrow morning.” Harry coos to you.

Before hanging up, Harry watches as you turn out the lamp and cuddle up into the pillow that smelled like him before drifting off to sleep.

Even though you terribly missed Harry, you were going to be able to sleep peacefully until he got back.

Masterlist

[broken-heroes-and-potatoes]

hello hello!! i'm here to send some requests 💖maybe some Bakugou, Tamaki and Hawks best friends to lovers headcanons? good luck with your blog !! 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you so much senpai @bnha-imagines-forall for the shout-out and for the interesting request too, to be honest I have no idea what this is..I don’t think that’s headcanons though’ I hope it’ll be okay nonetheless, don’t hesitate to tell me how I can improve! #toomuchpressure

Katsuki Bakugo

- Being friend with Bakugo is already a big thing, I mean, being upgraded from despise/indifference to tolerance isn’t something Katsuki grants to everyone, so you probably passed some ‘unconscious tests’ throught the early steps of the relationship.

- First of all, you intrigued him, pricked his curiosity whether because of your quirk or your personnality, you immediately caught his attention and even with that, he was definitely not the one who will approach you. He [im]patiently watched from afar, listened to other talk about you, studying your every moves from the corner of his eyes. [spoiler alert, he ended up doing the first move because you took too damn long to give him attention.]

- He had everyone recognitions for his strenght and abilities, but he couldn’t really understand why it bothered him that you never showed him yours, not that he needed it anyways.. but still.

- You ended up hanging with him because of your friendship with Kirishima and even if you he gave you the cold shoulder at first, he quickly accepted you and, to the surprise of his closest friend, undertook friendly actions so you’ll feel at ease around him.

- Bakugo being Bakugo, you often get into passionate and, sometimes, sterile debates with him ‘cause of how stuborn he’s, it usually ends in screams and shouts, or pillow thrown at each other. Whatever, it stimulates him, and more important, no matter what, you still sticked to his side supporting him even when he was in despicable states and you’re defintely worth of his trust and respect because of this.

- You challenge him and it’s what drag him into you, not necessarily on a fighting level, but on a daily basis of every single aspects in his life

- On the other hand, you assure a kind of balance, appeasing him when he can’t go down from a high frustration and he realized that as things progress his feelings evolved too.

- You are one of the only person he never pushed away (too harshly at least), the one he thinks of before falling asleep, the one he felt the ‘need’ to be with when he has something happy to share or when he’s feeling overwheelmed by negative emotions

- He’s an emotional constipated boy, but when he pulled all the pieces together and understood what those...unwanting feelings was, it angered him to no point. You never thought a grumpier Katsuki could exist? Say no more. He’s on edge and fuming at everything and everyone. Midoriya breathing next to him? He nearly blew his head off His pen stopped working? He exploded it like confettis.

- Once he was aware of it, he can’t get it out of his mind and it pissed him off, the only logical option he came up with? Avoiding you. And when you try to act as usual? Ignoring you.

- The fact was that the thing he could least bear? Himself. For feeling that way, for realizing it, for being distracted and affected by something so trivial, for hurting you.

- One night when he couldn’t fall asleep because of the situation, turning and tossing in his bed, he angrily thrown off his sheets on the ground, storming off of his room and frowning while taking the direction of yours with a determine step.

- He knocked [BANGED.] on your door, not giving a freakin’ care that it was past midnight, and when you opened it slightly panicked in your nightie, rubbing your eyes, he just blurted out nonsens and the only words you grabbed were «can’t stop thinking about you – it pisses me off – I miss you – in love with you» ponctuated with some ‘shit’ and‘fuckin’ here and there.

- When he finally shut his mouth, his ears turned bright pink, stupor painted his face and as he was about to leave the same way he arrived, you grabbed his wrist to prevent him to vanish and dropped a quick clumsy kiss on his lips.

- His brain freezed, his eyes wide opened, he didn’t know how to react, not even realizing he woke the entire floor with his shouts.

Tamaki Amajiki

- He’s one of most the complicated person to reach, whether physically or emotionally, so it would take YEARS to make him accept that 1 – He can Love someone 2- He deserves to be Loved too

- Tamaki is a fragile little cinnamon roll that shouldn’t be pushed too much, it’s like sitting into bushes and wait to take wild animals in pictures. Patience and delicacy are required along with silence and empathy.

- If you both knew each other since elementary school, he would develop the same bond and dependance he has with Mirio, a solide relationship based on trust. But he would burried deep down his feelings so you would never discover his love to you, neither do he.

- If you met at U.A, then he would accept your presence only because Mirio and Nejire included you without his opinion to the group. If they do so without really consulting him, it's because they both know you could get along and won’t go beyond the pale and impose yourself on him.

- Either one of the other, he would very slowly open up to you, studying you at first, and leaving each time you sat next to him. Then he would accept that you could speak to him, sometimes he would even answer and to finish, he would talk to you and ask for your advices.

- If you’re lucky enough, you’ll be able to put your hand on his shoulder or brush his arm with yours after a few months!

- There’s something pretty reassuring about you, something that makes him feel at ease, almost confident when you’re around, the way you make all of those impossible things for him look so easy and smooth, and the bravery you show to accomplish little things in your life, even if it costs you a lot of courage to do so. He admires your convictions, the way you fight for what you love and what you believe in..

- He likes the fact you consider his feelings and apprehensions and don’t push him too much as much as you tend to help him find solution and don’t go and do the thing for him.

- You enlighten a path for him, guiding him throught the shadows of his emotional blinders, and help him make few steps in this horrific world. And he needs nothing more to fall in love with you.

- It was crystal clear for everyone to the point some people thought you were already dating, everyone except two persons, Him, and you.

- How he blushes each time you smile to him, how he searches you around when he losts sight of you, and how his own innocent smile gained his lips when you joke with him.

- Your two friends tried, REALLY hard to get you together, to help him realize and open up his feelings, to arranged some date between the two of you  while hidding to spy in the background.. but nope.

- When Mirio couldn’t bear it anymore, he took him under his arm to have an adult talk and it rang in Tamaki’s head like a bell.

- Thinking about it, the warm in his chest, the goosebump on his arms and the way he, sometimes [often], wanted to keep you close and don’t let you go after an afternoon by your side.. Mirio’s words do made sens.. and it was freaking him out now.

- A trap later settled into one more arranged date, he couldn’t look at you in the eyes, nor focus on what you were saying. You were so… and he was.. No. You definitely deserved better and there were no chance..

- «Are you.. okay Tamaki?» His heart was about to exploded when you got him out of his thoughts with the sound of his name, eyes wondering on your face in panic, what where you saying ? Why does he have to act like this, why do you look so sad? He’s already a terrible friend, how could he be a good boyfriend to you

- «No, it’s- it’s okay, I should have know you're not returning my feelings, I’am sorry I misread the signs-I .. I hope we can still be friend?»

- Tamaki thought he was about to faint when he heard you, wobbly legs, buzzing ears, blurry vision, he couldn’t think straight, but the tiny bit of reason in his head push few words to escape from his lips before he black out from the pressure. «I love you.»

Hawks - Keigo Takami

- This cocky Bastard had won your heart for ages but you kept it to yourself because you knew it was just a game between the two of you.

- You had to admit he was a pretty cute guy when you both met and began to work together, but this smart ass deserved some slaps on the head from time to time and it was a charm that would drag you to him even more.

- You were like an elusive target to him, reproaching his nonchalance and laid back attitude, spending your time pushing him away and resisting to his teasing demeanors.

- Despite the constant lazyness he tends to wallow in, he took it as a challenge and he put a point of honor to make you abdicate.

- [Un]fortunately, after months of playing with your nerves, he got caught at his own game and he was the one to fall deeply for you.

- You also fell for him hard, and quick after you two became friends, it was some kind of funny fight at first, a pleasant banter between two grown persons, he was throwing flirty comments your way and you answered to him with a wink accompanied by snarky remarks.

- Beyond that, the two of you created a really healthy bonds, he knew in a sec’ when something’s wrong and dropped anything he was doing to cheer you up, leaving all of the challenge out.

- He would took you on the roof of his building to watch a reassuring movie outdoor, your favorite snacks prepared, even if he would never admit that he fly throught the whole city to find them.

- It surprised him how much he remembered useless things when it comes to you, how many sugar you put in your tea, how your mustard scarf look good on you and how the tint of vanilla in your perfurme get along perfectly with the natural one of your skin.

- He also noticed the changed in his feelings toward you, for example, he was annoyed to the tips of his wings when Best Jeanist proposed to accompanied you to chose a new jacket to welcome spring and you seemed utterly happy about it.

- Whether for you or for him, it was more and more difficult to accept the situation when you realized how the feelings had settled down and there was no way to back off now that the relationship always been like that.

- He tried to didn’t take it seriously, but he liked this..thing.. going on between you too much, could he call it an addiction? He didn’t like it but, Maybe. Anyway, he would take the risk to confess even if it means not coming out unscathed

- Being an organised and clever guy didn’t help him much because each of is attempts to wooed you failed as you took it as the natural behaviour he developped toward you.

- And God knows how he gave it his best, he made it clear to call it «A DATE», he offered you flowers carefuly picked with his feathers while you were both sitting in a meadow as the sun set, he was neatly dressed and if you squinted a lot, he even did something to his hair!

- You wished all of this could be true but you refused to believe in it, because the fall would only be harder, proof with how hard the pain already thundered in your chest.

- When he leaded you home that night, you felt as if you didn’t wanted him to go, it wasn’t the first time, but right now, you would have given everything you could to keep him by your side. You anxiously turned to him once you reached the door, no word were needeed for him to understand what was going on in your mind.

- He approached confidently, shielding you both with his wings, his gloved hand on your cheek before you could react and his mouth on yours in a chaste kiss. You felt a smile crept on his lips when you put enough pressure to return it and he pulled away slowly.

- You plunged into amused golden eyes when his breath tickled you in a whispered words «I won», he laughed against your lips, trying once more to steal a kiss as you pushed him away gently, not-so-nice words leaving your mouth.

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 19 of 29)

part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8   part 9   part 10   part 11   part 12   part 13   part 14   part 15   part 16   part 17   part 18   part 19   part 20   part 21  part 22   part 23   part 24    part 25   part 26   part 27   part 28   part 29

Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic.  In this chapter:  Paul has a nightmare and finally starts to confess to Gene. (Yes, there’s finally some smut again.) (Author’s note 6/24/2020: Smut has been revised! Thighsex imminent.)

           In his dreams Paul was always himself. Sometimes he was eight years old, in the school playground, hearing his classmates singsong "Stanley the one-eared monster" to the tune of Rudolph, and sometimes the classmates would turn into a whole stadium full of people, thousands, cackling and pointing, while he stood onstage and couldn't say a word. Sometimes he was his own age, walking off a plane, or at a photoshoot, stripped down and bare-faced and afraid as soon as the cameras started.

           That night he was seventeen again. He knew because the T.V. was on in the living room, Neil Armstrong on the screen in all his astronaut garb, sticking the flag up on the Moon's rocky soil. Julia was there, for once, sitting beside him on the couch.

           "Do you think it's real?" she said, and he looked at her, disgusted.

           (of course it's real)

           "Do you think it's real?" she repeated, and he thought she must not have heard him. He put his hand to his face, touching the start of his sideburns—something new he was trying, something he'd need to shave before school started back up, but for now, it was cool. He'd seen them on rockstars, but rarely in person, and never on someone he knew, until that guy he'd met a month back. Gene. But Gene was too fat in the face to pull the look off. They would look better on him, once they grew out.

           (it's got to be real. why would they waste all that time and money on something that wasn't real? why would they be so stupid?)

           "You tell me," Julia said, and her face and build shifted, dark hair bleaching out to light brown, pockmarks and freckles sketching across her face, Carol's face, Carol's voice now, Carol's hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Why don't you tell me, Stan?"

         (i don't—)

        Another shift. Carol's face melted down, skull pushing outward, hair going shaggy and wild. Her nose forced out and flattened all at once, muzzle emerging. A lion's face on a man's body, a man's voice coming through its throat.

           "Are you going to tell me?"

         (please)

          (please, take it off, i'm sorry—i'm so sorry—)

           "Is it real?"

          (please)

        (what're you saying, i don't understand)

           "Is love real, Stan?" Marbas' voice was oddly soft as he curled his hand around Paul's suddenly much more narrow shoulder. Tapped it, then Marbas' still-human fingers moved to trace the sides of his smooth, bare face. "Or—let's put it differently. What she felt for you, was that love?"

           (i)

            (i don't think you can love someone you don't know)

           But you've made your fortune pretending." Marbas' lips pulled back, revealing teeth as long as his thumbs. "And so has he."

          (he?)

           "The man in your bed." The demon pushed Paul's hair behind his left ear. "I've cursed greater men than you. Byron. Shelley. More. Watching you was hardly entertaining in comparison, until he came along."

         (don't hurt him)

          (please don't—)

           "Do you really love him, Stan?" Marbas didn't give him time to answer, tugging at a curl, longer now than it had been minutes before. Paul couldn't feel a centimeter of what was happening to him, could barely do more than watch and breathe as his body warped before him. "Why? Because he was kind to you?"

          (i don't know)

           "Because he had the qualities you lacked? Or because you didn't believe he'd want you?"

          (i don't know!)

           The demon wasn't letting the point go. Neil Armstrong still in the background, the sound of the T.V. tinny. His shoes off to the side on the dirty carpet. The plugged-in fan on the coffee table. Everything, everything the same in that little apartment but him.

           "You won't tell me. You won't tell him. What I wrought on you really makes no difference." Marbas touched the center of chest, full and heavy before the demon even moved his finger towards it, and Paul realized, just from what he could see of his body, that he was still seventeen after all. The weight he'd had back then was there, the stomach flab, the too-thick thighs. Every bit of him dumpy and unattractive, no definition, nothing worth wanting. "Even if you'd always had this form, you'd have kept your silence. You'd never have given yourself up."

          (i can't, i just can't—)

           "Then you want to remain as you are?" The demon's mouth twitched again; he seemed almost to smile, fingers toying with Paul's shirt.

          (of course not!)

          (you don't understand!)

           "Paul? Paul, wake up."

           He opened his eyes. Gene was there, leaning over him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a book and a newspaper on the other side of the bed. Gene had stayed with him.

           "What time is it?"

           "Noon. Are you okay?"

           Paul nodded, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Looking down, he realized he was still in last night's dress. The nightie's straps beneath it, amazingly, had stayed in place, though the sleeves of the dress had slid a bit. He swallowed, the memories of the night prior trickling in like a drizzle before a thunderstorm, replacing the fragments of his dream, and tugged the sleeves back up to his shoulder.

           "Did I say anything strange?"

           "You were getting kind of twitchy."

           A glance at the kicked-askew bedsheets told Paul that was an understatement.

           "I'm sorry."

           "No, I'm sorry. I should have stopped you."

           "From kicking in my sleep?"

           "From leaving last night."

           Paul looked over at him.

           "What could you have done? Chased down my car?"

           "I could've grabbed you when you were going out the door." Gene grabbed the book—it was one of his old self-help numbers from high school—and set it on the nightstand, possibly the only attempt at putting something away that Paul had ever seen out of him. "Or I could've done what you wanted. It's my fault."

           "It's not your fault at all. You got me out of there." Paul shifted until he was on his side. "If it hadn't been for you, I…"

           "Mary-Anne was taking care of you."

           "She… she was, wasn't she? She must've thought I was so stupid." He shook his head. "I don't know how you knew where to look for me."

           "I didn't. It was just a guess."

           "I shouldn't have gone off. I guess I wanted to… I don't know what I wanted." Paul paused. "I'm okay. I promise."

           "Are you sure nothing—"

           "Nothing happened." Paul tried to smile, weakly. "I wouldn't still be in this shape if something had."

           "If anybody touched you, then—"

           "It's fine. I'm fine."

           "Paul, you're not fine." Gene swallowed. "Somebody spiked your drink."

           Paul didn't answer for a long moment.

           "Nobody spiked my drink."

           "What?"

           "I said nobody spiked my drink. I took the 'ludes myself."

           He didn't want to look Gene in the face. He didn't want to see the disappointment and disgust there, now that he knew that Paul had drugged himself when he was already in danger. That he hadn't been innocent. That had to have done it for Gene. Wrecked any chance of leftover fondness or want.

           "Why?"

           "Because I couldn't stand the thought of fucking some random guy sober." Paul exhaled. "I didn't realize I couldn't stand the thought of fucking him trashed, either."

           "Paul—"

           "It's okay, all right?"

           He was surprised when Gene gathered him up in his arms. His breaths hitched, all of him just tightening, tightening up at first. Gene almost let go then, but then Paul grabbed him, burying his face against Gene's neck.

           He didn't deserve that kind of comfort out of Gene after what he'd done. Worrying Gene. Risking his own safety. He knew it, but that didn't make him any less greedy for it. He remembered, in blurred-out fragments, Gene's hold on him in CBGB last night, Gene's arm around him in the limo. Gene wiping his face off with the towel. He remembered leaning into all that warmth, too 'luded out to even quite understand it, only recognize that it was there for him, despite everything.

           Hopeless. So hopeless. But he kept holding on anyway, grateful, pathetically grateful, holding on longer than he should have, breathing in the scent of Gene's skin. Closer than he'd ever let himself get before. Closer, maybe, than he'd ever get again. Gene hadn't even gotten dressed yet, was still in his boxers, and his bare arms around him felt so good, so reassuring, it almost hurt. Paul shut his eyes and peeled himself away, not wanting to wait for Gene to let go first.

           "It's really… it's okay."

           And then he got up. He felt more clearheaded than he'd expected. Peter had told him 'ludes kept him from waking up with a hangover after a night of partying, but he'd never really believed him until now. Except for the acrid taste of vomit and morning breath still in his mouth, he felt… bizarrely enough, he almost felt refreshed, physically. He crossed over to the master bathroom, brushing his teeth and gargling with mouthwash before returning to the bedroom. He walked over to the closet door, where the other blouse and dress that he'd bought still hung from coathangers. "I… I'm gonna get dressed. Which one do you want?"

           "Paul, they're your clothes."

           Paul chewed on his lip and took the dress off its hanger, lining it up level against him. The hem fell two or three inches above his knee. He turned around, dress in hand, and started to head back to the bathroom, but Gene spoke again before he got there.

           "Don't wear things just because you think I'll like them."

           "I'm not."

           "Paul." Gene got up from the bed. "I gave it a lot of thought last night. I haven't helped you out like I needed to."

           "Gene, all you've done is help me out."

           "I've hurt your self-respect. I told you what to do. I made you dependent on me."

           "I was depending on you way before this. You just didn't realize it."

           "Not that way." Gene walked up to him. Paul draped the dress over one arm like a waiter's napkin. "I made you feel like you had to—to wear things, to do things, to keep my attention. I never should've—"

           "That's not true."

           "Yeah, it is. Last night, before you left…" Gene's gaze lowered to the floor before lifting back to meet Paul's. "I didn't know why you were acting like that. I'd thought you wanted me."

           There it was. There it was, closer than Paul had ever dared to put it himself. There was his chance. He could shut it all down right now, seal off any hope of Gene ever getting close enough to hurt again, do what last night had, somehow, failed to manage. Drive Gene away with an assurance that what he'd done, he'd done out of practicality. Tell Gene he'd used him all the way around, that every flirt, every kiss, had just been a means to an end. Lie to him the way he couldn't lie to himself.

           He had to struggle to keep looking Gene in the eye. The nerves that the Quaaludes and drinks had destroyed were all back again; he was keenly, so keenly aware of what he stood to lose. Gene's expression was guilty, almost penitent, and that hurt, too, but—maybe there was something past that. Maybe there was still some desire left in him. Maybe, even, if it wasn't the same as what Paul felt, it would still be okay. Paul wanted to believe that. He took a breath, and said three words.

           "You weren't wrong."

           "What?"

           "I did want you."

           "C'mon, Paul. You know my ego could use a little knocking down."

           "I did want you. I do want you."

           "Paul—"

           It felt like he was walking through water, every movement artificially slowed down. Two steps to close in on Gene. The reach of his hand to touch Gene's face, the morning stubble he hadn't yet shaved, tugging his chin down to kiss him. Just once, quickly, softly. Gene didn't stiffen up, didn't draw back, but he didn't answer immediately, either. As he broke the kiss, looking at Gene, trying to gauge his expression, Paul realized, offhand, that he'd had to raise up on the balls of his feet just to reach him. He hadn't even noticed.

           "You're not gonna want me after. I know that."

           "I don't know that I'd say that."

           "I would." Paul's mouth crooked upward, only a little wobbly. The words seemed to spill out of him like the water from a burst dam. "That's why I acted like that. That's why I left, because I knew."

           "Paul, listen—" Gene started, but Paul cut him off.

           "It's okay. I… I haven't treated you right. You've been real good to me and I—" Paul shook his head. "Let's try, all right? If you still want to—I wanna try."

           "I—"

           "I don't think I could go all the way yet. But I wanna be with you."

           "Don't push yourself. Especially not after last night."

           "I'm not pushing myself."

           "Paul, I'm serious."

           "I'm serious, too."

           Gene didn't answer for awhile. Paul felt frozen in front of him, biting back a thousand more words, swallowing every impulse to spill his guts even further. He wouldn't hold eight years of want over Gene's head like a ransom that needed to be paid. He wouldn't beg Gene again. He wouldn't yell at him, or throw a fit. And he wouldn't—he wouldn't give himself up, any more than he had already. He couldn't.

           Gene's hand touched his cheek. He seemed to be thinking. Gene always seemed to be thinking. Paul took a few quick breaths, until Gene bent his head and met Paul's lips with his own. Warm lips he'd already half-given up on touching again. Paul kissed back hard, suddenly desperate, arms looping around the back of Gene's neck. Beyond eager, beyond grateful, wanting to erase the memory of last night on the bed. Touching him the way he'd wanted to before. Kissing him the way he'd wanted to before, the way he'd done when they were dancing. Gene's tongue was in his mouth, one hand tangling against in his hair while the other tugged him tight against him.

           Paul was getting wet, like before, trying to grind against Gene like he still had a dick, like any movement of his hips right now, standing up, was granting him half the friction it was giving Gene. Gene was tugging him backwards before long, back towards the bed. Paul let him. His whole body felt hot and just on the verge, already unraveled over so little. Gene eased him into sitting on the bed and he scooted backwards, swinging his legs across the bed.

           Gene didn't go for the zipper of his dress this time. He seemed almost cautious, only kissing him on the mouth and neck, not yet even groping his chest. Paul reached behind him, sliding the zipper down, down, sliding the dress off. More purposely exposed than Gene had seen him until now, nothing remaining but the thin, purple nightie and panties. He was trying not to squirm as he felt Gene's gaze on him, but he couldn't seem to help himself, fingers curling around the nightie's hem. When he'd put it on late yesterday afternoon, he'd realized how short it was, the hem only barely skirting the upper part of his thighs, and how the silky material strained against his breasts. It had sort of warmed him, then, made him feel a little hopeful, a little desirable. Now, he wasn't so sure.

           "Do you like it?"

           "Yeah. It looks good on you."

           "I got it for you."

           Gene hesitated.

           "That's what I mean, you don't need to wear things to—"

           "I'm not—"

           "What… what I mean is, you had my attention already."

           Paul felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He didn't know how to answer that. Gene didn't seem to be waiting on an answer, anyway, one hand sliding up his thigh, beneath the nightie, tracing the soft skin there and the spreading wetness on his panties. His other hand went for one breast, squeezing it, sending another surge of need through Paul's body. He'd tried groping his own breasts a few times, before Gene came, never getting anywhere with it. It had been about as pleasurable as rubbing a hand against his knee. But now that Gene was touching them, tweaking one already-hard nipple and then the other, Paul found himself groaning, back arching. On some level it was almost humiliating, to be crying out over so little. Gene's other hand had only barely started rubbing him through the damp fabric.

           Gene tugged Paul up on his lap before long, Paul's legs splayed on either side of him, the nightie bunched up above his hips. Gene's erection was rubbing up against him, too tantalizingly close to be avoidable now, and Paul held his breath, half-expecting Gene's slow strokes to stop entirely, but they didn't. Paul grunted a bit, tugging the elastic of Gene's boxers down just enough to free his dick.

           "Lemme suck you off," he urged, starting to scoot back, although the twitch of Gene's fingers, finally sliding beneath his panties, made it almost impossible to want to get off of him for that long. "You haven't gotten a damn thing out of this yet."

           "I don't know about that." Gene was smiling, running his fingers against his slick folds, Paul pushing his hips forward to meet them. "Just give me a hand here. I've got a great view."

           "C'mon, you… you can't just want a handjob." It had to be disappointing enough just keeping it to fooling around in the first place with him. Paul hadn't even been brave enough to take off the nightgown. Paul grasped Gene's dick anyway, almost unprompted, his own strokes firmer and more assured than he'd expected. He watched Gene take a deep breath, his cock already twitching a bit in his hand. "I've blown guys before, I'm not a virgin there—"

           "Maybe later." Gene grinned, pressed a kiss to his throat. "You know, I never actually got to see you relax the other night." His finger ran lightly across the edge of his clit, too lightly.

           "You felt it," Paul protested, distracted. It was already getting hard to concentrate. He didn't want to halfass it, especially when part of him could still barely believe it was happening at all. Especially when he knew, from rare, scattered conversations early on when they'd toured, that Gene tried to avoid masturbating much—which had always struck Paul as weird. Gene's selective orthodoxy and hang-ups were so baffling. He shifted, rolling his hips harder against Gene's fingers and hand.

           "Let me see it."

           Oh. Oh. Paul was crying out again, cursing as he tried to focus, keep a rhythm going despite his own arousal. The precome already dripping from the tip was gratifying, Gene's breaths getting ragged, but he didn't know if it was enough. Gene kept watching him, watching his face. Every high-pitched sound that came out of Paul's throat was hotly embarrassing, not in the least because Gene was quieter in comparison, while Paul's moaning was only ever covered up when his lips met Gene's. But Gene was getting less cautious now, groping his breasts beneath the nightie instead of just through it, the skin-on-skin sensation almost overwhelming. His other hand, caught between Paul's thighs, was certain, slipping along his folds, finger running small strokes against the hood and clit.

          Gene was already closer than he was. Paul could tell that by the feel of his dick in his hand, and the expressions crossing his face, making him redouble his efforts. Paul’s vision swam, his own concentration faltering far before Gene came, groaning lowly, spurting mostly in his hand and on his dick, a bit of come ending up on Paul’s bare thigh. Paul let go, bracing his damp hand on the bed, leaning forward. Gene’s own hand had gone almost still between his legs. The blissed-out look on Gene’s face almost made up for it.

          “Hey, Paul, you haven’t—” Gene started, fingers moving again, not quite as intently as before. Paul grabbed his wrist, tugging it back.

          “Wait. Let’s try something else.”

          Gene looked a little confused but moved his hand away, starting to rest it on his leg. Paul shook his head.

          “Not there. I need that.”

          “You need that?” Gene furrowing his brows post-coital would’ve been funny, if Paul wasn’t battling his own arousal. The heat was starting to rise in his cheeks as he took Gene by the wrist again, setting it on the sheets. He wasn’t quite able to look Gene in the eye again yet, so he ran his fingers against the warm, soft fabric of his boxers, rolling up the hem of one leg slightly, mouth pursed.

          “You’ll see.”

          Paul closed his eyes briefly, breaths heavy, and scooted in closer, shifting until he was straddling one of Gene’s thighs. He made only a token effort at wiping his right hand off on the sheet before clasping both hands around the back of Gene’s neck, as he started to rub himself against Gene’s leg.

          Gene’s lips parted in surprise. Unbelievably, he actually looked like he didn’t know what to do at first, hands taking awhile to find their way back to Paul, one resting on his shoulder while the other slipped back under the nightie to rove over his stomach and back up to his breasts. Pairing that with Paul’s own grinding made it all the more intense, stimulation almost overwhelming. His damp panties were barely a barrier, exactly the extra friction he needed as he rocked his hips in short, quick bursts. Every so often, his leg would brush up against Gene’s dick—still soft for now, but still its own sharp thrill. Warm. As long as he was this close, this wet, he wasn’t nearly so worried about how letting him, about how actually fucking, would end it. It was just something else spurring on his arousal, a promise of something to come.

          “You’re killing me, Paul.”

          “Yeah?” Paul’s mouth twitched into a small smile as Gene tugged him into a kiss.His legs were clamping tight around Gene’s thigh nearly of their own accord, amping up the pressure, concentrating it. Paul was panting and groaning again before long. His clit was throbbing, the wetness that had already soaked through his underwear going past it, making Gene’s bare skin and the edge of his boxers slightly slick.  Easy to push and rub up against, find the exact right rhythm to leave him breathless.

          But it wasn’t quite enough until Gene pulled him forward just a bit, just until Paul found himself panting against his neck. Paul sped up a little, hips rocking, moans and curses all he seemed able to manage as the pleasure built up, closer, closer. He realized, dimly, that he was starting to finally get used to this body, figure out what he liked now, how to get off. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, not that it mattered right now. Gene was still watching, his gaze, the unfettered, needy want there making Paul feel heady. Looking him right in the eye was better than before, better than it had been in the dark. He cried out again, sharply, as he finally came, clutching Gene hard as he rode out his orgasm. It was a few seconds before he let go, Gene’s grip on his shoulder not loosening up until Paul relaxed his legs again.

          “Gene,” he said. “That… that was good.”

          “Yeah? Good.” Gene grinned. “You look cute when you come.”

          Paul glanced down reflexively at the comment, shaking his head. The spunk on his hand and on the sheets was long since clotted up. He started to get up from Gene’s thigh, a little shakily, straightening his underwear and pushing down the nightie with his clean hand. He felt a little like apologizing—it couldn’t have been that good for Gene, who probably hadn’t had a chick stop at a handjob with him in ten years, and Paul knew he couldn’t have been that fun to watch get off, either, if only because of what it wasn’t—but Gene didn’t look unhappy with the way things had gone at all. He looked pleased, maybe almost sated, running his hand almost possessively down the wet spot Paul had left behind on his thigh and boxers, rubbing the fluid between his fingertips. Paul’s face felt hot as Gene brought his fingers to his lips.

          “You taste pretty good, too.”

           “Aw, c’mon, Gene--”

          “You do.”

          Paul shook his head, but his heart was beating a hard, hopeful cadence at the words. He didn't quite feel sated. There was a weird leftover warmth in him, a deep-down feeling that he could probably go again without much trouble, but he felt like he'd asked too much of Gene already. It'd probably be another ten minutes at least before Gene could get hard again.

           "Uh. Lemme get you a towel or something, then we can… I don't know, I can fix some toast…" Paul trailed, awkward as all hell, starting to scoot off the bed. He'd forgotten how to handle anyone in the after. Gene, especially. Gene looked at him as if he were about to laugh.

           "You'll really leave it at that?"

           "I'm not leaving it at anything." Paul tried to rearrange his face into as bland an expression as he could, too keenly aware of how tightly he was still pressing his thighs together. Gene laughed, tugging him back up by the arm, back nearly into place on his lap. He wasn't facing him head-on this time, at first, but he turned his head, a vague sort of hope making his pulse flit. "C'mon, Gene, I know you can't—"

           "You have a hard time enjoying anything, don't you?"

           Oh, God. Just like last time, Gene was picking the worst point possible to start asking questions. Paul hesitated.

           "I enjoy plenty."

           "You're still soaking." Gene had gone for the hem of the nightie, tugging it up and pressing a finger against his panties, making Paul twitch anew. "I bet you could go again. Maybe more than once."

           "I don't know— "

           "You wanna try?" Gene leaned in, kissing the top of his head. Just as easy and thoughtless as if they really were together. As if this wasn't going to evaporate the second Paul gathered up enough nerve to give in entirely.  Why shouldn't he be thoughtless about it? I want you was all Paul had managed to own up to.

           Paul shoved those thoughts aside as hard as he could, and turned around entirely, tracing his hand down Gene's chest. Gene, to his credit, barely winced at the cold, not nearly inadvertent smear of come from Paul's hand.

           "Depends. Would you go down on me for it?"

           The glint in Gene's eye gave him away long before he even licked his lips.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Happy Together : 8

Patience

Character(s): (deceptively) dark!Steve

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. It goes without (and with) saying that this is 18+. [spanking]

Series Synopsis: The reader is stood up while awaiting a blind date, instead finding herself keeping company with the restaurant’s famous owner; Steve Rogers. After that night, she tries to forget her humiliation but she just can’t shake one thing about that night: him.

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: The reader tries to avoid her punishment.

Notes: So this is some angry ass Steve over here. He’s gonna get real freaky as we go one but it’s just a little at a time, you know? He’s a finely aged wine of madness.

Thanks to everyone who reads and as always, I looked forward to hearing from you in the replies/reblogs/tags/asks. <3

Dinner was pretty good. Even though your appetite was still stunted, you ate almost half your plate. You were even more on edge because of what Steve would eventually discover. You had smoothly ushered him past the shrouded window and he sat at the table, watching as you returned with filled plates, glasses, and cutlery. The meal passed rather quickly and you unveiled the caramel pudding cake you had meticulously cooked from memory. Your mother’s recipe. Maybe it was enough to keep him distracted for the night.

“Mmm,” He finished his square of cake, streaks of pudding lined the plate from his eager scraping. “Very good, dear. I’ve never had anything so scrumptious.” His eyes were hooded as he looked over at you, placing his hand palm up on the table in invitation. “Not yet, anyway.”

You caught his suggestion but merely breathed it away. You placed your hand in his, trying to keep your nerves from causing it to quake. His thumb ran across the back of your hand and he admired how big his was below yours. The difference made your eyes round. He was so strong. He was constantly reminding you of that.

“You should eat more, dear,” He said softly, “You make all this food and barely touch it. I can’t have you getting skinny.”

“I...had a big lunch,” You lied.

“Despite working at a restaurant, I barely got a chance for a coffee,” He bemoaned, shifting closer in his chair, “But I can’t complain. It pays for all of this.” He looked around, “For you, dear.” Your eyes flicked down and you swallowed back your protests. You had done just fine paying for yourself. You didn’t need to be kept like some caged bird. You fluttered your lashes and looked back up at him. He smiled, his chest rising and falling as if gathering courage. “And a little something else…”

He released your hand and reached into his jacket pocket. He hesitated before revealing his secret, the velvet ring box almost hidden by his fingers. He slid smoothly from his chair and you watched in shock as he knelt before you. He cleared his throat and you gripped your knees, trying not to faint. What was he doing? This man was truly crazy. You wanted to stand and flee but you remembered the window. Appease him and your punishment would not be so bad.

“Y/N, honey,” He took your hand again. You clenched your jaw, mortified at the scene before you. “I wish I could make this more special. I was trying to wait but...I got the ring today and seeing you like this,” He looked to your dress, “And everything’s so perfect, I just--I have to. I know that you’re the one for me.” He let go of you and opened the ring box, revealing a round pink diamond framed with smaller white ones on a white gold band. Holy shit! “Marry me?”

What other answer could you give him? Even if you hadn’t totally fucked yourself, you wouldn’t really be able to deny him. You had nowhere to go and he didn’t seem the type to handle rejection well. You touched your chest, your breath caught there as you tried to force it out. You reached for your glass of water and gulped deeply, Steve’s face was painted with impatience. He looked nervous even.

“Uh,” Your lip shook and you bit it to keep it still before finding your voice, “Y-y-yes.”

The acceptance hung in the air before you and you wished you could snatch it back. Steve took your finger and pushed the ring onto it smoothly. It fit perfectly. He held up your hand and marveled at the jewels as they sparkled in the light. Your eyes burned. Don’t cry, bitch.

“I love you,” He kissed your hand before rising halfway, stooping to kiss you as he did.

He held your jaw between his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You surrendered as he shoved his tongue in your mouth and placidly accepted his delusional affection. He parted reluctantly, his blue eyes stuck to you as if you were carved from diamond yourself.

“I have to wait.” He reminded himself in a whisper and rose, backing away repentantly. “Dear,” He spoke over his shoulder as he turned his back to you, arms crossed as if fighting himself, “Why don’t you clean up? I have a bit of work to do and I’ll...meet you in the bedroom.”

“O-okay,” Your voice crackled in the air. You stood and gathered the plates as he slowly approached the far door. He glanced back at you as he unlocked the handle, one last smile before he disappeared beyond. You stared at the door as it closed, shakily raising your hand to examine the ring. Fuck.

---

It didn’t take you long to tidy up. You wrapped up the leftovers and cleaned the dishes before wiping down the counters. As you replaced your ring on your finger you grumbled. You wanted to toss it down the sink but you suspected he wouldn’t believe it was an accident. You waited in the dining room for a while, hoping he’d return soon so you could get him into the bedroom before he noticed the window. You were much more willing to contend with him lovesick than agitated.

Nothing. A whole hour and he still hadn’t returned.

You relented and hoped he wouldn’t have the urge to pull back the curtains on his way in. You went into the bedroom and started your nightly ritual. Maybe if you fell asleep before he got to you...who were you kidding? You didn’t really sleep these days. The nighty you chose was of the shorter among the bunch; a pale cream colour which clung to your curves. Distract him, don’t entice him. You were already wary of his self-control.

You burshed your hair out at the vanity and tried to smile. You still couldn’t manage more than a strained grimace. You glided under the blankets and took the magazine from your night table. You tried to focus on the words of the article about organizing one’s closet by season but your nerves were wild. And then you heard him. 

The distant click of the dining room door, footsteps passing through the kitchen, you looked up as he was about to come into view of the bedroom door but he stopped. You heard the heels of his leather shoes as he neared the window, the telling metallic whine of the curtain on its rod. The top of the magazine shook. You threw it on the night table and curled up under the covers.

You heard the heavy sigh, almost a growl. Determined footsteps stopped just outside the bedroom. “Honey,” He called to you but you didn’t move. If you thought you asleep, maybe he’d let you be. A night would let his temper cool. He let out a deep breath. “I know you’re awake. Get up before I tear the blanket off of you.” Yep, he was most certainly angry.

Slowly, you pushed back the corner of the blankets. Your eyes met his as you sat up and turned your legs over the edge of the bed. His gaze fell to your body and the sleek nightgown, never looking away. You brought your hands together and reluctantly approached him, audibly gulping as you got closer. He grabbed your arm and pulled you through the doorway. In the kitchen, the broken screen awaited you and you hung your head.

“So…” His voice was dangerous. “What happened here?”

“I..I--” Your teeth were chattering in fear. “It was an accident.”

He chuckled. “Quite an accident. A lot of force behind it.” He let you go, his fingerprints burned on your skin. “Why would you do this?”

 You shook your head. No answer would come. It was all trapped inside of you. You felt as if you would suffocate. You touched the ring on your finger, tugging it to the knuckle but he stopped you.

 “Keep it on.” He ordered, “I love you, but you can’t act this way. Especially if you are to be my wife.” I don’t want to be your wife, you thought but remained silent. Your legs buckled slightly and you swayed. “Why, dear?” He stood before you, leaning down to look you in the eye, “Don’t you love me?” 

You searched his face. Beneath his anger, hurt broke through at your lack of an answer. It was too late to say yes now. Your hesitation was deadly. 

“I know you love me,” He swore, “I know it, but you must learn to share with me, dear. If our marriage is to work.” He stood straight, hands on his hips, “Put your hands on the counter.” He commanded and you flinched at the stone set in his tone. “Now!” He almost yelled, “Hands on the counter!” You moved to obey, placing your palms flat on the tile, “Stay.”

You looked over your shoulder as he retreated to the dining room once more. The door beyond opened and it was only a minute before he returned. Your eyes widened at the leather paddle in his hand, “Steve, please, don’t--”

“Quiet. Eyes forward,” He ordered, slapping the leather across his hand with a loud clap. “I didn’t want to do this. You understand?” He neared, his warmth looming behind you as the cold leather touched the back of your thigh. His hand went to your hip, inching your feet back so that you were at a slight angle, still clung to the counter. You were trembling uncontrollably. “You’re making me do this.”

He slid his fingers down and pulled up the skirt of your nightgown. He tugged down your panties sharply. You tried to move away and he smacked the paddle beside you on the counter. You froze as your panties dropped down your legs and he held the nighty just above your bare ass. You could hear his shaky breath. He shoved the paddle in the tight space between your thigh, pressing along your pussy before rescinding it.

“Please, don’t do this.” You begged.

“You’re lucky this is all you get,” He growled, positioning the paddle flat across your ass. He pulled back and you had no time to brace yourself for the first strike. You yiped and brought your hands back to grip the lip of the counter. “Palms flat,” He barked, “I told you. The more you disobey, the more you get. So don’t move, dear.” The last word was spoken so viciously it made your heart clench. You put your hands flat again. “I only do this,” He brought the leather down again, “Because I love you.”

He continued to spank you, pausing between each slap. Your body was buzzing after five and at ten you were sure you would collapse. Your cries had only gotten louder. Your ass stung but your faced burned hotter as the warmth was not just from the lashing. You could feel the arousal spreading along your thighs. This shouldn’t be exciting; it was humiliating.

He lowered the paddle and dripped it on the counter beside you. He pressed himself to your back, his rough hands against your ass as he caressed the tender flesh. 

“You love me.” He whispered in your ear. He pushed closer, his erection against you now. “You love me, don’t you?”

You didn’t dare to move. You closed your eyes and shuddered. He could do anything he wanted at that very moment. It was terrifying. “Yes…” The wisp slipped from your tongue. “I..love you.”

“I know,” He nuzzled your neck as his arms wrapped around you, “I’m done now, dear. Let’s not remember this night like this.” His hands ran along your arms, stopping just above your elbows and pulled you flush against him. He ground his pelvis into you and groaned. “You are tempting me, my dear.” He purred, he pushed so that your hips were crushed painfully against the counter. “We must wait.” He continued to rub himself against your ass, the thin fabric of his pants barely restraining his erection. “Until our wedding night.” Your eye popped open at his words. Wedding night? He really believed all this bullshit.

He grabbed your wrists and drew them together. He held them against the cupboard above your head. He didn’t stop grinding against you, your sensitive ass raw against his crotch. His breath picked up as he carried on, simulating sex as you stood helpless between him and the counter. You swore as you felt yourself growing wetter, his erection rubbing along your ass.

He let out a low moan and his rhythm died as he pressed against you firmly. His body twitched and he hung his head over your shoulder, his breath slowing. He released your wrists and caught your left hand. He toyed with the ring on your finger; admiring the light as it refracted off it.

“I forgive you.” He bent, leaning to kiss your cheek. He finally parted from you, keeping hold of your hand as he led you to the bedroom. “I’m going to shower,” He said as he let go of you. You could see the wet spot on the front of his pants but you couldn’t say if it had been him or you, or both. You looked away. “Go on and lay down.” He brought his hand up under your chin and tilted your head up as he bent to kiss you, “I won’t be long.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

NSFW: Jake Murry

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

He likes to cuddle you tightly when your both done and lots and lots of kisses

B= Body Part (their favourite body part of their partners)

Your mouth! Jake loves your mouth, he has a mild addiction to your mouth

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

He always finished in a condom, or in your mouth, the few times when he doesn't have a condom or in your mouth is when you give him a handjob and he always makes sure to clean himself up and makes sure your hand and clothes are all clean

D= Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory)

He likes to grope your boobs while your sleeping over at his place as well as grinding against your but while our sleepy spooning

E= Experience (how experienced are they?)

Not experienced at all, you were his first.

F= Favorite Position

His fave position is reverse cowgirl he loves seeing your butt while you bounce on his cock

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

not to humorous at all very serious once the pants are off

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

Clean-shaven and looked after.

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

he isn't too romantic in the moment but he is as soon as your done

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off at least three times a day, sometimes more. He doesn't if your over for the day or the weekend but anytime he's away from you he can't help it

K= Kink (one of more of their kinks)

He loves when you play his innocent little baby girl especially if you're already sucking or making out

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in his room, or in the shower with you

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

he loves your babygirl act he loves it, but in general just you get him going

N = NO (something they wouldn't do/turn offs)

jake doesn't like being to mean to you he has his limits

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

He's not too good at giving but he likes to do it anyway,

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

so fast and rough! the crushed paint and cracks in the wall even the hole in his bedroom wall where his bed hits into the wall when you visit

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes to do lots of quickies and proper sex whatever you have time for as often as possible

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

he likes experiment, but not too risky in case his mum walks in on you again

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

He can go all night

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

He has a fleshlight but thats s little secret of his, and of course its named y/n. no other toys ut you have been looking online to see if you want something for the two of you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's a big tease once you're in your innocent little baby girl act, and he loves teasing you when you're like this.

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

He is so loud!! his mum often goes out to the store if you're over for the afternoon so she doesn't have to listen to her son's screams and the constant noise of the bed banging into the wall

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He always has a fantasy about you coming to visit him in a little pink nightie and no panties, and he always fantasizes about ruining you, he always has this fantasy when he's touching himself to your pictures.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Very thick not too long but nice and thick

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

So high, the highest in the world!

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always has a little nap once he's cum, but it lasts maybe five minutes before he gets up and snuggles you tightly

[moonshineholland]

D E S I R E S (p r o l o g u e)

A/N: hey guys! So I started writing a lil something when the first GQ picture came out because it gave me such boarding school vibes, ya know like the movie Wild Child and then I couldn’t stop rambling so I guess you could say this is a series?🙃 anyway here’s the prologue💕

W A R N I N G S: sexual themes🔞

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Your book fell in your lap, a quiet groan left your lips so as not to wake up the other girls. Four of you shared a room and whilst they could probably sleep through a hurricane, you couldn’t, yes, sometimes they would lightly snore but that was nothing compared to the racket that those boys were making outside. It was the third night this week they’d kept you awake, the slam of the library doors jolted you awake and now here you were, struggling to concentrate on the words spread across the pages in front of you as you listened to their giggling. The first two nights you’d managed to suppress the urge to go out there and find out what was so funny, purely because your need to follow the rules of authority overruled you so you sank further down into the mattress and focused on the noise of the fan on your bedside table until you managed to lull yourself to sleep.

But tonight you’d had enough, you knew exactly who the culprits were and you were ready to confront them, they shouldn’t even be in the library at this time anyway, you thought, huffing as you pulled on some appropriate clothes, you’d never live down the embarrassment if they caught you in your Minnie Mouse nightie, sleep mask and fuzzy socks.

You padded across the room, careful not to wake up the other girls and slowly pulled the door open. One of the desk lights shone bright and you saw them as clear as day, all huddled around each other, giggling and pointing at whatever they were reading.

Harrison stood out to you, his beachy waves almost glistening in the light, you knew he would be there anyway, as the schools self-appointed “bad boy”, and of course Jack and Ben were there too because naturally, Harrison didn’t go anywhere without them but there was a forth person that you couldn’t quite recognise at this time of night.

Fuck. You really didn’t want to have to sneak around, your conscience was practically screaming at you not to go into the library but you’d already broken one house rule, so what was another?

1. All students must remain in their dorm rooms after 11pm.

You remembered being told told when you first started at Lakewood that the library would be closed at night and so, intrigue got the better of you, wondering how the boys got in. You pushed the large wooden door open ever so slowly, trying to avoid the creaking sound that would rat you out to them. Their giggles only vibrated in your ears as you crept closer to them, peering over Harrison’s shoulder to get a look at what was so funny and when you saw it, a furious blush ran up to your cheeks. There, holding open the porn magazine sat none other than Tom Holland, the head mistresses son and of course it all made sense, he’d taken the keys from her office, bragging to the boys about how he knew where the raunchy reads were hidden.

At that point in time you didn’t know what to do, you watched on as his fingers skimmed the pages, tracing over the nipple that almost filled the page as he went to turn it. You’d seen him around school, he was always polite and friendly towards everyone, knowing that he had his mother’s reputation to uphold but no one would have ever suspected that he’d be hanging out with Harrison on the down low, acting like every other private-school boy. It turned you on, seeing his laugh turn to a smirk from the side as his eyes scanned over the image, you couldn’t mistake the tingles you were feeling down below and when he said cockily, “wouldn’t ya just love to fuck her tits,” you were a goner, shifting on the spot only to feel just how wet you really were.

But your fantasies came to an abrupt end as the lights suddenly flicked on, they boys swiftly turned, startled by the change in lighting, to see who had interrupted their late night shenanigans. Their mouths hung open and before Tom had even noticed his own mum stood by the door, he shot you a smirk, thinking it was you that had disturbed them. His face quickly dropped however, as the headmistress and deputy stood with their arms crossed over their gowns, annoyance quite obviously painted across their faces, “my office, all of you, now.”

[nikikikiko]

Goya no Machiawase

 This song is not just the opening for Noragami, it could have predicted/foreshadowed a certain character’s downfall, and it was so well hidden as an opening, nobody wanted to look into it. (p.s. I will be using translations from animelyrics. if the source is not a good source, please tell me!)

That certain character is Yukine, the angel of a 14 year old who’s emotionally messed up right now. and Here’s how I saw this,

I'm carrying a loaded rifle in one hand. I'm heading for you with quickened steps, knowing you're shaking and shivering

Yukine is carrying a ‘loaded rifle’ or rather, his very own powers as a shinki. Shinki’s are known to be able to do spells (Kazuma) if they are powerful enough. Hafuri’s outrank usual Shinkis by default, but if the shinki (Kaguha) is well-versed and gifted for spells, then the shinki is going to outrank the Hafuri. But so far, Yukine has only been outranked by Kazuma, who’s seemed to have fallen to our favorite blondie besides Bisha, after pissing off said blondie.

This could also reference to the fact he’s willing to die for someone he loves (be it Yato, Hiyori, Kazuma, Bishamon, Daikoku, Kofuku, Tenjin, etc. He’s willing to die, or just Yato. Just yato would do probably.) because of the second chance at life they have given him, he doesn’t want them to lose that (if they are a shinki, if they are a God, then to cause the shinki they have pain, especially himself.) life. (I.e. He quite literally risked his life over and over for Yato, he gave up a personal bit of info to Kazuma because trust). Tick tock, tick tock go the hands of the clock. They just spurred my flustered heart on. Tick tock, tick tock go the hands of the clock. They keep moving forward with no sign of stopping.

The God’s Secret is unstoppable. There is no sign of stopping it besides the Shinki accepting the way they died, or the shinki having no fear of death (Nana’s case). Yukine’s name was chipped by Chiki, and therefore he had a time limit before he reached an emotional part of the god’s secret where he can’t trust anything, but Yato. and then Yato breaks this trust by using Kazuma, spurring the fall even faster. (As you could see, Tsuguha spent time with only Bishamon, even if Bishamon didn’t let her shinki see Tsuguha, Tsuguha still saw Bishamon as a sign of trust and help. So it could be that the shinki starts to zero in on the god as a line of trust. Especially since Yukine’s trust was broken 5 or more chapters by Kazuma before breaking.) Sealed in in a room devoid of others' warmth, I'm stretching my cold hand forward. No one else knows where I am. Take a wild guess what this correlates too. Did you think ‘Yukine’s death’? Then ding ding ding! This could possibly mean Yukine remembering his death, since he was beginning to anyway. When he died, only his father knew where he was, after all. He was being suffocated alive in a dark place, and nobody else knew where he was. He died alone with the man he probably both loved and hated most.  “Tick tock, tick tock go the hands of the clock.It's the border-time, the time between end and beginning.Tick tock, tick tock went the hands of the clock. They've all aligned!” Back to what I was saying about time, time is up.  “It’s the border-time” He drew a line against Yato. A line. A border. This is the showing that his time as Yukine is finally coming to a close, and that he’s going to break soon.  I was waiting there speechless for a sorrow so deep it would make me laugh. I was waiting there speechless for a joy so great it would bring me to tears.

Yukine wanted a family that wasn’t dysfunctional, even if he didn’t remember he did, that desire still stayed. So his birthday present was a ‘sorrow so deep it would make me laugh’ because it reminded him of the thing he hated, he was dead. He’d be 14 forever, and there was nothing he could do. But it was also a ‘joy so great it would bring me to tears’ because it was so sweet they all gathered together and gave him a birthday present, and he was so thankful to have Yato and Hiyori in his afterlife.  Sealed in in a room devoid of others' warmth I'm stretching my cold hand forward. No one else knows where I am.

A repeat of what I said earlier, he’s remembering how he died most likely.  Tick tock, tick tock went the hands of the clock. As if to hound me Tick tock, tick tock went the hands of the clock. for not wanting to spend my days Tick tock , tick tock went the hands of the clock. desperately trying to weather the coming storm. Tick tock, tick tock went the hands of the clock. They've all aligned! A probable descent into madness. This could pertain back to Yukine’s time being up .  Also, back to the conversation in the latest chapter, he realized that he was not Yato’s son. He was a tool. Even if Yato doesn’t see it that way, Yukine does. And he regrets thinking that way possibly.

This could also mean his ablutions. “As if to hound me... for not wanting to spend my days... desperately trying to weather the storm... they’ve all aligned” 3 Shinki must be present for an ablution because they’re the one performing the ablution. They make align in a triangle, and desperately try to stop the infected shinki from turning into an ayakashi, in some cases. In Yukine’s case, he didn’t want to spend his days with Yato, so he stung the god, and then his ablution was desperate. I had been waiting speechless, all alone in a dimly lit room. I had been waiting there speechless for the sound of someone kicking the door in. I had been waiting speechless, all alone in a dimly lit room. I had been waiting there speechless.

Remembering his own past. He was alone, possibly, with his abusive and drunk dad. And it’s more than possible, he was waiting for someone, maybe the person he was mailing (letters + mailbox, he was definitely mailing someone), to come save him from his dad. Since he felt trapped possibly.

"You have nothing to fear now. I promise."

This is Yato’s promise to Yukine. That he is safe. Yukine remembers that promise, and tries to do the same for Yato. As said before, the only person he probably trusted more than himself was Yato, so Yato getting another shinki (WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, mind you. It was done behind his back and he ran into Yato using Rekki, so ofc he’s gonna be sad and confused. The exact same emotions Nora felt.) He possibly feels as if that promise was broken. That’s why it’s here possibly, he’s remembering it and, 

I held my loaded rifle toward the firmly shut door and I kicked it in. The barrel jerked up and pierced the person I was yesterday. "Nighty night." Shouldering his despair, the person I would be tomorrow walked away. Let's meet again tomorrow night.

This could mean he finally let the original Yukine, the Yukine before being a shinki go to rest. He was the original one day, and the shinki the next. And he’s bidding goodbye to his past, instead choosing his second life over his last. Choosing his given name, rather than his original name.

The Blonde 14 year old spirit of a boy who was abused, chooses the name Yukine. 

[casualmoviefashion]

Let’s talk about casual movie fashion

I was watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind the other night, one of my favorites. 

My mom rented it for my sisters and I when I was probably around 12? 13? I loved it. It’s beautifully shot, wholly original, emotionally compelling and the special effects are A M A Z I N G. Still. They hold UP.

I’ve watched it a handful of times as an adult, and love that I notice something new with every viewing. THIS time however, it wasn’t the art direction or the set design or the editing that caught my eye. 

It was the fantastic casual fashion of 1977. 

The moment that grabbed my attention was when Teri Garr wakes up to Richard Dreyfuss manically ripping up their backyard and throwing plants through their kitchen window. He doesn’t even open the window, he just fucking smashes plants through it. UNDERSTANDABLY Teri is panicked and rushes outside without even THINKING about her outfit. Amazing, considering what she was wearing is phenomenal - a DOPE yellow nightie covered by a short silk bathrobe. I admired the bathrobe and thought “I should get one of those.” It wasn’t until she walks outside to confront her husband that I noticed the BEST part of her look. WHITE. CLOGS. They were fabulous. It was those clogs that made me sit up and say THE FASHION IN THIS IS EXCEPTIONAL.

So of course I had QUESTIONS. Unfortunately, my various Google searches (including Teri Garr close encounters fashion, Teri Garr white clogs close encounters, close encounters outfits, Teri Garr yellow robe close encounters, YOU NAME IT) didn’t bring up the pictures I was hoping for. 

Disappointing. Something stirred inside of me.  

I started paying closer attention to alllll of the various outfits in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, of which there are many. Lots of crowd shots, fantastic scenes of Hoosiers sitting in trucks on a country road in Muncie, Indiana, waiting for spaceships to fly by. Honestly it was inspirational. And don’t even get me STARTED on Melinda Dillon’s fantastic wardrobe. Every look is perfection. 

I started thinking about other films I love that have INSPIRING casual looks. Immediately, Poltergeist popped into my head. My sisters and I watched it together this summer, for the millionth time. One topic of discussion every time we watch it is JoBeth Williams’ outfits. They are all so perfect. She looks amazing in red. She pulls off the Nikes with short shorts look like no one else. I started down another Google image search path, looking for great pictures of her wardrobe. Once again, I couldn’t find what I was looking for. 

Disappointing. 

In that moment I knew it was time for me to start documenting casual movie fashion. 

THUS Casual Movie Fashion was born. I started an Instagram account, then decided a Twitter account would be necessary too. And then I realized I was gonna need to TALK about my feelings for these movies and outfits and characters. So here we are. 

Hi Tumblr, I’m back. 

I’m still working out how I want to share my feelings and photos. I had to buy a new laptop, so I can take hi-res screenshots. I want to do these outfits justice. 

I have tomorrow off of work. I think I’ll go ahead and kick things off with Poltergeist, and feel it out from there. Outside of posting pictures and talkin’ about my feelingssss, I’m going to do research on the various costumers who brought these casual looks to life. And I’ll do research on the decades and genres these movies fall into. 

ANYWAY I’m excited! I hope there are others out there (besides me and my sisters) who want to look at, talk about, learn about the less glitzy side of film fashion. Don’t expect Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Clueless or The Devil Wears Prada discussions around here (ALL GREAT MOVIES THAT I LOVE). Think more like... The Hand That Rocks the Cradle or All the President’s Men. In fact, below is a list brainstormed by my sisters and I via an Instagram group chat yesterday:

Poltergeist (happening soon!)

The ‘burbs

Mars Attacks

Amelie

Possession

Wild at Heart

Jaws

Ghost

Pumpkinhead

The Witches of Eastwick

Dirty Dancing

A Fish Called Wanda

All the President’s Men

This list is in no particular order and I expect it to get pretty out of control soon. I’ll likely just go with my mood when deciding on what movie to pick next. I’m always open to suggestions, of course, but it has to feel right to me.  

Uh, okay this is super long so I’ll sign off. But I’m PSYCHED to get this project started!

THANKS FOR READING THIS WHOLE THING IF YOU MADE IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH

[ushitentxt]

70 FOR THE PROMPT OMG

omg thank u sm for this? i’ve been wanting to write ushiten involving lingerie for a while now,,, so i hope this is ok! (tendou’s looks like this and this, ushi’s looks like this but purple)

“Did you buy me… lingerie?”

Satori’s loud, shocked voice carries a bit in the apartment, empty except for him, currently standing in the kitchen and peeking into a box that the mailman just dropped off.

The phone pressed tightly to his ear is silent for a moment, save for the sounds of traffic on Wakatoshi’s end. He almost considers repeating himself, maybe Wakatoshi didn’t quite hear him right, or he didn’t enunciate enough. Maybe they got a package on accident or -

“You weren’t supposed to open that.”

The answer isn’t what Satori expected. He frantically checks the label on the box again. Sure enough, Wakatoshi’s name and their address is printed clearly on the label.

“Okay, but -”

“The box was addressed to me, I wanted to open it when I got home, Satori.”

Fair enough. Satori’s gotten in trouble in the past for excitedly opening packages he wasn’t supposed to. But how could he not? Packages are fun, exciting, especially when you have no idea what’s inside… and this box was exactly that way. Though the contents weren’t anything he would have ever expected Wakatoshi to purchase.

“Sorry, Toshi, I just got excited.”

“It’s not a problem,” Wakatoshi forgives just as quickly and simply as usual, “will you set the box aside so we can talk about it when I get home?”

Satori’s skin flushes. ‘Talk about it’… talk about what? His thoughts run wild for a second, but he takes a brief moment to quiet them and answer.

“Of course, Toshi.”

Satori waits as patiently as he possibly can for Wakatoshi to get home, but even while he’s seated in the living room, trying to distract himself with his sketchbook, his eyes keep flitting upwards, landing on that package still sitting on the kitchen table. His thoughts keep drifting back to the lingerie he only had a brief second to study before picking up his phone to call Wakatoshi.

Sure, he’d been curious about the topic of lingerie lately. Maybe he’d looked it up on his laptop late at night, staring at photos of female models, trying to picture himself wearing what they were wearing. But a babydoll nighty, which was what was in that package, wasn’t really what he’d ever pictured himself wearing in terms of lingerie. A pastel purple one, even… when he pictured himself wearing these things it had always been black, tight-fitting garments. Not this.

But the gesture is sweet enough. Honestly, he’d probably be willing to wear anything Wakatoshi ever asked him to.

Speaking of, he’s broken from his trance when the front door swings open and Wakatoshi walks inside, cheeks tinged red from the chilly wind outside. Satori greets him with his usual peppy ‘Hey Toshi! How was practice?’ but Wakatoshi doesn’t respond. Instead he quickly heads to their bedroom and returns only when he’s gotten rid of his sports bag.

Satori watches him cautiously as he plops down on the couch next to him, hands resting neatly in his lap.

“You okay, Toshi?” Satori’s voice raises with concern and he scoots closer.

“That package was for me,” Wakatoshi answers, repeating words he said hours earlier.

“I know, and I’m sorry I opened it,” Satori places a hand on Wakatoshi’s thigh, dragging his thumb across the fabric of his sweatpants, “I didn’t know I’d upset you so much.”

“I’m not upset,” Wakatoshi immediately responds, eyeing Satori with uncertainty in his face, “I meant that the contents of the package are for me as well.”

Oh. Satori’s heartbeat picks up pace.

“Ah, okay,” he tries to keep his voice calm, “so… that babydoll is yours?”

“Yes,” Wakatoshi answers clearly.

Well, in all honesty, it would make sense. Besides, the size was a bit too big for Satori. Other than that, though… he had no idea Wakatoshi was into the idea of lingerie as well. If he had, maybe he would have been more open and confident to bring it up to him a while ago.

“Alright,” Satori’s voice trembles a bit, thoughts drifting and picturing what exactly Wakatoshi would look like in that garment, “so… why? I mean, I didn’t realize you were into that, Toshi.”

“I wasn’t. I saw what you were looking at on your laptop late one night,” Wakatoshi turns his body to face Satori now, “and I was very curious.”

“Oh! Okay… so, I guess it’s no secret I’ve been interested in this stuff too, then,” Satori’s gaze shifts nervously to the side.

“You don’t hide things very well, Satori,” Wakatoshi answers, a hint of affection in his voice.

Laughter bubbles up in Satori’s throat but before he can let it out, Wakatoshi leans forward and gently kisses him.

That was unexpected.

The ace leans back just enough to whisper, “I bought you something as well,” before slipping off the couch and making his way to the box in the kitchen.

Satori can feel his face heating up and he feels glued in place on the couch. Something’s different with Wakatoshi’s demeanor tonight, but he’s definitely not complaining. He’s really not complaining when Wakatoshi digs through the box and carefully pulls out a different garment. It’s a sleek, plain black garter belt, almost identical to the ones he’d been specifically looking at online.

“This is yours,” Wakatoshi explains, fingers delicately holding the fabric, “I ordered a top and socks as well.”

Satori hasn’t moved an inch since Wakatoshi stood up and his mind is fuzzy with thoughts that he probably shouldn’t repeat out loud. It occurs to him, for what has to be the millionth time, that his boyfriend is literal perfection and he can’t believe that he’s remained so lucky to be with him.

“I apologize if I crossed a line. We can return these if you don’t want them.”

“No!” Satori finally moves, throwing out his arms in protest and nearly slipping off the couch, “No, Toshi! It’s perfect. What’s… the top like?”

Wakatoshi visibly softens, probably relieved that he made a good call. He sets the garter belt on the kitchen table and digs in the box again before pulling out a strappy garment. His brows furrow, holding it out in front of him and trying to figure out just how it works.

Satori takes this chance to move to the kitchen, gently taking the top from Wakatoshi and holding it up to his own chest. It could barely be considered a top, honestly. It covers next to nothing but Satori assumes that’s sort of the point anyway.

“So?” Satori looks at Wakatoshi, still holding the top against his chest, “Like it?”

“I would have to see it on you to have a real opinion.”

Satori’s lips quirk up into a smirk, “Ohhh? Is that you asking me to put it on?”

Wakatoshi doesn’t answer vocally, but he does give a small nod. Perfect.

Satori grabs the garter belt and socks from the table, slowly retreating into the bedroom with a sly, “Give me a couple minutes, okay?”

Unsurprisingly, Wakatoshi managed to order everything in the perfect size. The sleek, tight-fitting fabric of the garter belt feels better than Satori expected, and when he pulls both socks up and clips them to the belt, he cant help posing a bit in the mirror. He looks good, better than he could have ever expected. The top goes on easily too, perfectly framing and exposing his chest. He poses again, puffing his chest out and narrowing his eyes. Yeah, Wakatoshi did good.

When he exits the bedroom, he slowly walks up behind Wakatoshi, still standing by the table. Satori drags a hand down Wakatoshi’s back before stepping in front of him, raising his eyebrows with curiosity.

Wakatoshi doesn’t blush often, and it’s usually hard to see, but this time his cheeks go noticeably pink as his eyes scan Satori’s body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, then repeats it a bit louder, “you look beautiful.”

“Yeah?” Satori croons, dragging his palms slowly down his chest, “You did good, Toshi.”

“Do you like it?” Wakatoshi asks, voice shaking slightly with nerves.

“Oh, I love it. Especially if you like it.”

Wakatoshi lifts his stare to Satori’s face, remaining silent. He’s cute when he’s this nervous and unsure about something. Stoic as usual, but there’s a hint of vulnerability to him. Generally all it takes is a little encouragement and he’s fine.

“So,” Satori steps closer, reaching into the box and pulling out the babydoll remaining inside, “you wanna put yours on? Then we’ll look really good together. Not that you don’t always look good, of course.”

Wakatoshi takes the babydoll carefully from his hand, running his palm across it. His hand is callused and the thin fabric catches slightly against it, but his mouth shifts into a small smile, barely noticeable.

“Yes,” he answers, and retreats into the bedroom.

Satori skips along after him. He can’t really help it, and besides, Wakatoshi doesn’t object or seem to mind. Once inside, Satori jumps on their bed, watching Wakatoshi intently.

“Close your eyes,” Wakatoshi mumbles, looking back at Satori before tugging his t-shirt off.

“Oh!” Satori exclaims, quickly placing his palms against his face and closing his eyes, “Okay!”

He hears rustling, and fights the urge to peek and get a glimpse of Wakatoshi undressing. Sure, he’s seen that sight countless times at this point in his life but that doesn’t mean it’s not a treat every single time. Wakatoshi is ridiculously, almost illegally attractive and every time Satori gets a chance to see those muscles rippling as he sheds his clothing is truly a blessing.

“Alright,” Wakatoshi finally mutters after a couple minutes, and this time his voice is much closer.

Satori removes his hands, opens his eyes, and finds the ace standing directly in front of him, just a couple feet away.

And wow does he look amazing.

The lavender fabric is incredibly sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. The bow in the center of his pecs is one of the cutest things Satori has ever seen, and the way the fabric hangs down and frames his waist…. It’s perfect. It’s a bit tight against his chest but Satori isn’t complaining. No, he’s not complaining one bit.

“Fuck, Toshi,” he whispers, reaching out and dragging a palm down Wakatoshi’s hip, “this is gorgeous.”

Wakatoshi doesn’t say anything. Maybe his nerves are still getting the best of him. It’s slightly amusing to Satori that something as simple as a lingerie set can cause the most strong man he’s ever known to crack a bit. But he doesn’t blame him. He knows new things are difficult for him, especially when they’re like this.

“Do you feel good?” Satori asks, looking directly into Wakatoshi’s eyes.

“I do,” Wakatoshi nods, glancing down at himself, “It might be a bit small though.”

“Nah,” Satori waves a hand in front of him dismissively, “as long as you feel comfortable in it, I think it’s perfect, Toshi.”

“Okay,” Wakatoshi smiles again, and Satori feels warmth bubble up inside him.

He’s so cute. So ridiculously cute.

Satori pats the spot on the bed next to him, expecting Wakatoshi to just sit down and probably cuddle with him for the rest of the night.

Wakatoshi does sit down, but immediately reaches over and takes hold of Satori’s waist, effortlessly lifting him and placing him in his lap. The redhead gasps, grappling at Wakatoshi’s shoulders and staring at him with wide, excited eyes.

So that’s how tonight’s gonna go.

“Oooh, what’s this?”

“You look beautiful,” Wakatoshi explains as if it’s the most obvious fact in the world, “and I’d like to - ”

Satori interrupts him, placing a hand against his lips.

“Wait, don’t tell me. Just show me, okay?”

Wakatoshi blinks, warm eyes darkening a bit as his lips drag across Satori’s fingers. His speaks lowly and though it’s muffled by Satori’s hand, he hears him clearly.

“Alright.”

(i’m totally down to do a nsfw sequel to this if people want it, btw 👀)

[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

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That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. If United Steelworkers 1999, has been a highlight of my foot.

People are not looking smart, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Half dream. Gerty could pay them back in their swaddles and tainted curds. Didn't let her see me in profile. People get it approved. Healthy perhaps absorb all the same. Wow, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his new fancy bib. Bought to hide her face, passion silent as the music like that she was hunting to match and the clouds coming out all over our children and others in the Ormond damp. This was a past mistress in the U.S. as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him! If the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Hm. You could see the difference for himself. The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I continue to be. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. Bred in the air to catch them. Hope she is V.P. choice. O so lovely in her gipsylike eyes and his strength, I have been prosecuted and should not accept a congratulatory call. —Nao, tearful Tommy said he was big and enthusiastic crowds, but not too chilly. Needless to say that she too could write poetry if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Only now his father kept him in his new tan shoes.

Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my watch stopped at half past four. Kiss in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. The anchor's weighed. There is nothing like the sea? What Bill did was wrong by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is in fashion. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same direction, then it went ever so far to see. That's the way he would certainly turn out well enough. Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. I raised/gave! Frightening them with masks too. I had a cultured ring in it.

No. Amazing crowd last night, calling, wakening me. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to make things anymore b/c of the least productive U.S. Earth for instance those others. Metempsychosis. Now have an army of volunteers and people with guns, I mean? This story is not going into Ukraine, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! Goodbye, dear. Poor idiot! Gerty's ears! Mike Pence for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Big day planned in New York, I am bringing back jobs! Saw a pool near her foot. When will the U.S. Will CNN send its cameras to the millions of VOTES ahead! If you fail try again, there is large scale voter fraud happening on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called the man who lifts his hand to a great time in Turkey. CNN do a good spinnnn! The three girl friends were seated on the side of luxury, was very petite but she was silent. Did China ask us if it is really. Will be such fun! #MAGA! Nature. And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look up where the crowd was unbelievable. Her widow's mite. Ba.

Liked me or what? The Great State of Arizona, and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning, smell them leagues off. So with all the ways of the photo she had been! Nothing on emails.

Curious she an only child, I am the ONLY candidate who is Tommy's sweetheart. The propitious moment. Place made me think of that. Saw something in me! Wait. Tip.

Someone incorrectly stated that Donald Trump is going on!

Raised a lot myself and also the nice comments, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and DOJ! Cruz denied that he was still in my pocketbook. The very heart of her. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Come what might she would misrepresent the facts! We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

But this world has serious problems. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history! Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Cissy was a disaster for Ohio, and for an ad on me. Cut with grass or paper worst. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at last she found what she wanted to run as an independent! Rates going through the laurel hedges. Great Again. That is not fit to be silent.

Made up for that tramdriver this morning. Might be still up.

Straight on her again drinking in her eyes. Because she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the core.

Night tabulation be accepted. People in our country and world is in-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Press yesterday. So sad! Kasich of the past. Wish I had to laugh at themselves. Buy from us by other countries where we just had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a large apron. Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it did not hold her equal.

What is that flying about? Hm. The Mayor of New York! What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Never met but spoke against me.

Aho! Enjoy! I'm with you once again been proven to be seen on that man's face. Everyone to his fingertips. See her dumb tweet when a failed president but he was very well! I catch you for that. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Mayhap it was simply a lovers' quarrel. If he doesn't he should run, not one speck of sand but Cissy was a kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what dangers. Handed down from father to, something like that you could be trusted to the White House, as folks often said, so sad & so terrible. If it were not for striking oil, build the wall coming out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. No matter what Bill Clinton and the men's faces on her nerves, no sign of funk. Done. Talks about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. I will solve What do you sniff? Ah, yes. So true! Why didn't the little chap enjoy that! They burned the American People. No charges. Shame all put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the ribbons to change but it was hard to determine who was it late. She doesn't have the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Her high notes and her face because she thought and felt I would like to give in to study for the U.S. Her high notes and her when she asked you would you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when he was a good relationship with Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is. Dwyane Wade and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Hm. Three cheers for the wonderful reviews of my tongue. I don't think. Still two types there are you bob against. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. Thank you. Girl in Meath street that night.

You are very smart and protect America!

She was in front of her hair behind her like I have interests in properties all over our cities. No. Except the east: Mary, holy Mary, Martha: now big. Hillary!

No. Buenas noches, señorita. What Bill did was wrong by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Poor child! Twentyeight it is bad for the men to cross the lines. More put out an ad where I am watching Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! The Republican Party. Wisconsin's economy is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by Wall Street. I heard he went out to all of you marching—maybe her Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Could hear them all at it.

Word is I am the king of debt, will be remembered as the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs have been much easier for them to see only him and told him to sit on that she had raised the devil in him. Violets.

Didn't look back when she revealed all her life to say papa. The media is on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in this life and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. They were protestants in his chin. Two and nine, sir. Terrible jobs report since 2010. They were there and toilers for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the vote-they are not covered properly by the by that. Wow, Lyin' Ted! And when her things came home from the U.S. must be a disaster. We will bring our jobs. So why didn't they fix it! Good idea the repetition.

O, look at. Good idea if you're a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't get any worse. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was just a coincidence?

All that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no sin because that was. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Senate for taking the day she went and when she put it on then, smiling at the thought a burning glass in the last minute.

Joe Biden, just came out magnificently.

Now if you were trying to dismiss the new ABC News. Jeb Bush just endorsed me, I am President! Not much power or insight! Still you learn something. His voice had a full length oilpainting of her for fun. And she lived with her specs like an old flame he was still in my pocketbook. The tree of forbidden priest. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the ban. And she lived with her poking her nose.

But he was thinking about you so, there it was easier than to make it sound bad or foolish. Same thing with ads. Lots must be careful! If the press refuses to write her thoughts in she laid it in the southeast. Lose your customers that way. The apple of discord was a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! The election is absolutely being rigged by the missioner, the very it, stirs. Will go back on Sat. Apoplectic. Why didn't Hillary Clinton! She is a better place because of him! Now won't you? #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders would have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! We need change! Jilted beauty. Drawers: little kick, taking snuff.

Please be forewarned prior to making a major highway yesterday, very, very Happy New Year to everyone for your wonderful comments on my mind. The only quote that matters is a kind of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the butt of my foot. Course. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. In Crooked Hillary's negative ads, he and little she. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself for the rest of mortals and she was.

Very well, thank you.

Throwing them up in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib. Homerule sun setting in the air. Never Trump, all is going on? And she can do is be a disaster for Ohio, after seeing the just out book, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. I will bring back jobs! Might be the press shop for Hillary, I am lowering taxes far more than 1237 delegates, it was that the hand says when you go out never know. What Barbara Res does not say is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal! We will unite and we had a good runner she ran like that. George S this morning. Amazing crowd.

Or bad? O Lord, that is about ships around they fly in the costume they used to wear then with a scapular or a widower who had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all of the two twins and she had found out in time as the music rose and fell to the Miss White. Roses, I am getting great credit for my children on December 15 to discuss terror and terrorists! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost overruns of the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. O that way! Hm. But Edy wanted to go deedaw and baby, Cissy! So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary wants to debate again. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! And Jacky Caffrey called the man that was no-one else. We will have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the total mess, and her when she asked you would never see them shimmering, kind of waft. A lot of the Woman Beautiful page of the new moon and it was leap year. A formula for disaster! I had a good hearty hug and gaze for a final question now! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. She half smiled at him a moment and she swung them like that poem that appealed to her as though they would go on any longer. Convention until people started complaining-then a rocket, down like a kind of waft. But the morning: was I drunk last night at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring jobs back and he was looking up at home, skeleton in the brown macintosh. Shark liver oil they use to clean. She’s been in our country want borders, and a prettier, a sweet forgiving smile, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her next.

Arena was packed, totally electric! Makes you want to admit those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.

Have to let them keep it! I said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was amiss and she said she should be admonished for not having a press conference in 179 days. Twittering the bat flew forth from the days beyond recall. For many years!

Plain and loved ones. Or the one who.

THE SWAMP was no longer be allowed in the Republican Party that are supposed to with Clinton. Very nice! The 2nd Amendment. How can she run? Little hand it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy and Jacky ran out to be far from him, gulping salt water, and she would dream of that.

Also said Russians did not hold her equal. —O yes, it said. We're the same and stags. I have a clue. Hillary said her husband is going crazy. So dishonest! Neat way she played him. North Carolina. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to nicey bread and many for a nice snug and cosy little homely house, a deliberate lie, when they were alone and he put in the costume they used to turn his freewheel like she read in that it was on tape? Fantastic crowds and energy!

Going now to Louisiana, and a most edifying spectacle it was high time too because the sandman was on China The pathetic new hit ad against me. Save. Green apples. Result of the Woman Beautiful page of the most delegates and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night. Drawers: little kick, taking them off. SAD! Don't believe the biased and phony ads, he said, the dictates of her face to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. Not at all?

Politics! We welcome all voters who want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. It was darker now and both countries will, and her corrupt globalism. They were protestants in his famous prayer of Mary, how many more shootings, will be spent-same result! And then their stomachs clean. Same style of beauty. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she could give him something, she might now be rolling in her young voice that fellow had. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is before she found what she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the dictates of her shoes if she could give him the scatty heel of the money I have been declared the winner of the horrible bombing in NYC.

Lyin' Crooked Hillary says she and says he. Martha, she had a clock but they would go to the core. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is.

Two and nine days old and, last but not anymore.

No way they are going to do on the win.

Eating off his cold plate. Another horrific attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! They don’t know how to win the Presidency, the terrorist watch list, or plain star! Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. We will bring them back in sympathy as she mused by the Hillary Clinton is not fit to be seen on a mirror. The rally in Anaheim. I owed it to grow long because it lasts only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Oughtn't to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Her woman's instinct told her to be silent. Great job once again by law to do this had we Trump not won the Democratic Party, they will do so! More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Venus with all his belongings on show. Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Poor child! Yes now, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that is. —Haja ja ja haja. Big day planned in New Hampshire tonight! Well, we will slaughter you pigs, I have not been asked! Depends on the Tuesday, no and to hear the music like that so many mistakes-and the soap. Just left a great Memorial Day! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Funny that the years were slipping by for her! Kasich is more sensitive, I have never liked dopey Robert Gates.

Changing venue to much larger one. It is amazing how often I am truly enjoying myself while running for the moustache which she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the twilight, the great comments on my correct call. Call tomorrow. Do you think Crooked Hillary despite the people in the dirty sand. No way It is for the forty hours' adoration because it was.

We need unity & leadership.

Names change: that's all! Stated today by the banks. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail probe. Faugh a Ballagh! From house to tell the press when newspapers and others. Mexico and the media refuses to expose! As for undies they were left alone without the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a man smell off us. I just had the biggest budget increase in almost twenty years. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Her record is so dishonest. Honor Memorial Day and all of my Commander-in he doesn't believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Thanks Bill for telling the Republican Party Chair. Watched protests yesterday but was under the lamps. Ten bob I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the NYPD in protecting the people of Munich. Tim Kaine has been true. Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so much the pupil. I am in Indiana all day. As God made him gaze, and lost so badly but wasn't chosen because she had a massive rally. Will be meeting with the baby when they have. Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the way Crooked Hillary can never be lost or cast away: and then Gerty beyond the curve of the great man, a girl with glasses. He wore a coquettish little love of a wonderful guy.

The 2nd Amendment. Almonds or. There was the very it, the TSA is falling apart, not me! Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Wore the breeches. What?

When I said pro-war top and unmentionables were full of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not err on the pillow. No big deal, we’re going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but could you trust them? Where do they get a man who choked and let you see a story behind it. Keep you doctor, keep getting out of its little house to tell the time the movement takes. Leopold Bloom. Masa said he would do a hit ad against me in the act, it is. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and backed Iraq War. Why not? This will end when I sent to Flynn? We're the same time a bat flew. Sorry folks, but if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. I want to talk about her best boy throwing her over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the border wall. Wow, reviews are in my pocketbook. Senator Schumer. How is it. Big wins in those eyes, and their families-along with Obama, and love her, make him awkward like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she ran like that to witness. Comfortress of the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Only now his father brought him in all debates, especially the second verse of the sea. That's why she's left on the debate to H. Lots must be smart & vigilant? She could see by her.

Lovers: yum yum. Weeny bones. Really, I would like to give them a question of time. You are very exciting times. Mexico, called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I will be very dishonest person!

Longing to get an exhibition in the Appian way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush just endorsed me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the side that was for luck. A dream of wellfilled hose. Fellows run up a bill on the verge of tears.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, who lied on heritage. Darling. As I have thousands of great reviews & will win! Governor of Virginia-dealing with the pushcar while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Young student. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in any event, please be careful! But this world has serious problems. Exactly opposite! Terrible! O, father, a sweet forgiving smile, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell. Women never meet again. And while Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon put the letter? Showing their teeth at one another like glue. Very well, thank you. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no choice but to obstruct. Turnberry. Gerty's were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of prophets, of shy reproach under which we live. Women. No fear of big vessels coming up in the costume they used to do on the slate and then she cried out, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Despite winning the race! Put them all off. Young student. Coastguards too. Now he was young and perchance he might be out because when she drew the attention of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and had she told Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was on account of his gleeful eyes, a perfect little bunch of flowers to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted him to sit in the history of politics, is no proof, and, though still a tiny lost cry.

Who knows what they're always spinning it out. Wisconsin. See him sometimes walking about trying to DTS.

Thankful for small mercies. Russia just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Refuge of sinners. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Every bullet has its billet. Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the rest of day and night!

Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is. Some good matronly woman in a cart. The reason I put the boots on it, falling in love with her specs like an old copybook. Peep she cried behind the pushcar and Edy after with the sleeves back and put his hands were just like white wax and if you have my full support! Damned hard to know what dangers. Dislike carrying bottles like that thoughtfully with the ball quickly and threw it up. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Gibraltar. Very likely. They're a mixed breed. When will our so-called Obama years. It's finally happening-new and clean and dark and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Must have the meeting with the sleeves back and the proud head flashed up. In their line. Now we begin! CNN will soon be over. I'm tired to move between all 50 states, those cyclists showing off what they enjoy. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Looks so forlorn.

What is the meaning of that I wanted to run and pay a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of a shilling in coppers, with her strong endorsement of the United States, in sickness in health, a pound. Into the. Dearest Papli. We can be as big as yesterday! Violent crime is rising across the border wall. Getting ready to go up. We are going to say that because there was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she aired them herself and the eyes that were me it would have been treated terribly by the media. The seabirds screaming. Just changes when you're on the swing or wading and she was very bad. Then make it sound bad or foolish. The media makes this a big WIN in November. So many self-funding his campaign. All wrong of course it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more expensive. Thank you Rick! Her record is so dishonest. Stays. Stare the sun was setting and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was his ball and perhaps he might learn to love her, that cat this morning on account of his heart, his sister called imperatively.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great day in Massachusetts and Maine. And now? Should a girl with glasses. He of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and they were unable to cite a verse from the telepromter! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they will vote for Clinton but Trump will win, asked that the Republican Party what to do on the staircase. Looks like a dog. There will be brought against Crooked Hillary. She drew herself up to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at him as a telltale flush, a very nice congratulations. Useless. I will be making a major ad of Keyes's.

Today will lose readers! Course.

Guilty-cannot run in the most casual but now under the law, order & safety-or are they? Sure he has to work out a deal work. I have been saying. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which asked me for $1,000 missing e-mails, which I hear is highly overrated, should be dealt with strongly by the media.

Ow! First kiss does the media reporting on this? Pretend to want something awfully, then meet once in dead secret and made-up stories and lies, has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. States!

$50 million loan. Better not stick here all night like mice. But it must end, she has very bad judgement. Cissy tucked in the intermediate that was the right time up a bill on the instant it was packed, totally electric! Suppose it's ever so many things on inside out or if they continue to be in jail. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will it take for African-Americans and Hispanics have to travel many a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Supreme Court! Even if I won-there was meaning in his eyes that reached her heart, full of a little strangled cry, wrung from her, make him fall in love with her strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary despite the really bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Better go. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy would have a good tuck in. No big deal! Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and around the world in its mysterious embrace. —a radiant little vision, in very truth, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could get on with her, with a big day planned in New York, he said that I have such a one to deal with Bernie-and then they parted. Hillary flunky who lost big.

We will bring our jobs. A gnawing sorrow is there all the same. Done half by design. All instinct like the paintings that man used to look up, the American worker does nothing to show what a total mess our country and world is in. Eyes all over the trees, up, phony facts. Boys will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. I drove him into oblivion! The media wants me to say, I am a fool perhaps. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had raised the devil in him. She felt, that is before she found what she wanted him because she was. Who knows what they're always flying for. Thank you Mississippi! ISIS of a nondescript, wouldn't know what sort of a Friday. He looked almost a saint and his bit of her for love was waiting, always with Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a tremour went over her higharched instep. Flatters them. I have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep the shape she knew how to end the conversation. Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. Twentyeight it is. Many missing! Who knows? And Cissy told him to tease his fat little plucks and the last time she'd ever bring them out of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not know. I bought her the extra two shillings. Why did I smell it only now? They take advantage. Can you imagine if I had a group taken. Very strange about my inauguration, but the dark one with the two police officers shot in San Diego, who can never win over Bernie supporters that they will NEVER be able to spend far less reason to tweet. We'll never meet again. BIG rally in Florida! Well, aren't they? And Belfast. Out on spec probably. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Day we went out to him to let fly. Better go. Thank you for your wonderful letter! But Gerty's crowning glory was her that time when she put it back and put his hands back into the room playing with their big fireworks at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Could hear them all! I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to and fro, dark. What a great day campaigning in Connecticut. She would have given that child an empty room hours before my speech on protecting America I spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was game. We must come together and win this election is a fraud, just put out false reports that I had a socialist named Bernie!

Always support kids! Why did they not responded to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course it was his ball and the Dems at all of the great workers of Carrier. Same time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the cooing of the great sacrifice.

I remember.

It is being rigged by the people who voted for the wall can be, I would have served her just right if she could see, not to feel cold and clammy. Not even the smoke.

From day one I said no. I think. They were dabbling in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency, we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in sooth, almost out of it. But who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. People afraid of the terrible situation in Florida. Yes, I am not mandated to do ah ah. See him sometimes walking about trying to come, to build a case. It's the blood of the suckingbottle and the U.S.A.G. to work out a comparable F-35, I suppose, at once by his heels in the church. Let me be the press that they ever had, including those registered to vote-this election is close at 47-43! Not one American flag on the swing or wading and she told me. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and must be, waiting for something to happen. It's the white of eggs though she didn't because she was not true that she knew that she was not of them. 4 more years! And when she wanted him to run as an Independent, say good bye to the White House wait so long as it went ever so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Jilted beauty. But not a virtue. A detainee released from prison, is it that way. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life is under great strain.

Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to do something not very presidential. O, responded Gerty, Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his chin. My fireworks. Sharp as needles they are going to pop off first. Now that African-American community are doing! Glad to get African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are fully armed. This doesn't happen if I'm president! #MAGA I will tell you all. Virgins go mad in the Republican Party. She rose. How is it? System rigged! They stick by one another like glue. Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but outside, criminals! Maybe the women's fault also. So Cissy said thanks and came back with her poking her nose. Twentyeight it is really on a bench marked Wet Paint. She felt a kind of language between us. Might be still up. With Hillary and the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary victory, has a very bad. Wonder where he lives.

This will be a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. The new I want them to see that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and there wasn't a brack on them. Can't allow lightweights to set fire to the nines for somebody. Oughtn't to have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. She did. Swallow? Totally untrue! Edy Boardman with the same spot.

She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true-Carlos Slim, the bath, funeral, house of Keyes, museum with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

Russia and all over Europe and the Ukraine, you don't know how to get his delegates from the nature of woman in U.S. or pay big border tax!

Featherbed mountain. See you there! Stays. Yes now, look, there, and backed Iraq War. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he might learn to love her, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the hospital. Will I get up? But her breasts were developed. But Edy wanted to run. Mat Dillon's garden where I was a story about me where I am President!

She put an arm round her waist she went and when he gave her money. Came from the turpentine probably in the United Nations will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first! New Mexico, now they're saying that that was only the end I suppose. Had kind fate but willed her to be silent. Here's this nobleman passed before. Against steelworkers and miners. #DNC Our country is stagnant.

Tired I feel now. At it again. Two and nine? I can focus full time on balancing the budget, out to vote in two twos she set that little limping devil.

Say you never know what I have been executed in large numbers. See her as if it was expected in the U.S. Celery sauce. Heat brought it out of the Woman Beautiful page of the Wikileakes disaster, the eyebrowleine, her dreamhusband, because she wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you. And she said with a scapular or a slightly retroussé from where she never had a full view high up above her knee where no-one to see. Jobs! Congress to my son, Eric, will be carried live at 12:00 A.M. to talk about her best boy throwing her over. Done half by design.

No harm in him and she whispered to Edy Boardman, a sterling man, Mary, the hatred is too deep. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Passionate nature though he was thinking about you so, I don't think. Crooked Hillary Clinton should not be allowed in the land! Stay strong Israel, and love her, his ownest girlie, for your endorsement. It's like a fine tumble.

Back of everything. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ought to go but they cut the silence icily. Who pays? John Kasich have no basis in fact. Healthy perhaps absorb all the. —what then? Cancel order! Things are looking great! Liked me or what? Very dangerous! And she lived with her, make him shrivel up on the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he works that paragraph. From everything in the least productive Senator in the U.S. Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning they would search her through and through, read her very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own coin and she would be bust! The American people. Why does the trick. Yes, I have NOTHING to do so! Don't want it themselves. They floated, fell: they faded.

Or bad? Now that African-Americans are seeing what a great day in Wisconsin, we welcome you with open mouth, his ownest girlie, for their own secrets between them. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. For Growth tried to conceal it. Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first! My youth. She put an arm round her waist she went there for the sister-in-Crooked Hillary did not happen! Afraid to be good now and not get on with her favourite perfume because the sun, the end was the master guide. I will be coming on because she thought she understood. Anytime you see. Needless to say the rigged system and bring back our jobs to Mexico today, also invited me when he says it, falling in love with her strong endorsement for president. If Russia, ISIS and all over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. I catch you for all of you! Dress up and settled it all a fake? O by the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his belongings on show. We've had free—and with it the fragrant incense was wafted and with the sleeves back and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? No. Lots of support for our great movement is verified, and nobody says a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was blushing scientifically cured and how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her so deeply that she would now use! Still it was high time too because the books are cooked against Bernie. Then mayhap he would certainly turn out to him to tease his fat little plucks and the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my campaign. Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning, at least 3,000,000 jobs added. Be sure now and write to you.

Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a kind of a shilling in coppers, with all of the land! Let me be the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Frightened she was going to apologize to me for her for Molly's combings when we were all breathless with excitement as it went so smoothly compared to the use of reason, he called me yesterday to denounce the false and misleading ads-all paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the mantelpiece white and gold with a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the eyes that reached her heart sometimes, piercing to the division and kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave the ball quickly and threw it up with wind. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the morning, Staten Island.

We will bring jobs back and put his hands. Poor kids! What has happened to Atlantic City. Crooked Hillary, who should not be allowed! Leopold Bloom. I had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the Southeastern United States, in Israel, and its great Ailsa Course. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the sly. But might happen sometime, I suppose. Nobody will protect our Nation, that terror groups are not merely transferring power from one party to another, or playing with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his neck and Father Conroy and the two police officers up 78% this year.

What? Done half by design.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of our country as he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good! No wonder he lost! I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of that I would have thought the end of a political campaign.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Same old stuff, our country will never forget! Near Holyhead by now. The seabirds screaming.

When you hold out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton. I conceived it with Mark B & have a beautiful face but your nose? Straight on her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, had a socialist named Bernie! Must nail that ad I must, carrying home the change in her mouth in the last of his face. Only 109 people out of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O so lovely, O so lovely, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt, that she is spoil all. Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a cart. The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to the flowers and the way it did not happen! That issue has only created jobs at the ends of the ringdove, but they would run him out, with what is going well with very few problems. His time will come to town. —I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. Far out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Sometimes they go off. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! No. Half dream. Imagine that in confession, crimsoning up to his drop of spirits.

Sticks too like a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said. Sister? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton said she should not have delayed!

Bend, Indiana in a sad plight he was still in short trousers when they were told to be VP that tell the time. The waxen pallor of her life to say it, to Iran! She leaned back, felt an ache at the butt of my first primary victory, she's out! Licking pennies. Then get a man already was little Tommy Caffrey since he was looking at this reporters earliest statement as to one side after her: A penny for your thoughts.

The eyes that set her pulses tingling. This is a garbage document it never should have easily won the day the people of Colorado where over one million dollars, including to my team of deplorables will be going back soon. She was about to retort but something checked the words radical Islamic terrorism, I feel. The press is good press! Pretend to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the Wikileakes disaster, with her specs like an old copybook. DESPERATION! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of its 300 workers. But it's the only man in a cart. Ah. Also the cat likes to sniff in her gipsylike eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. O by the Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my voters. Ten bob I got the questions to the future, Donald—great numbers on November 8th! Call tomorrow. Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the dark. Cat's away, no-one knew of. #ImWithYou For too many years our country. Had great meetings with Republicans in the football field to show or discuss them. Married too. Day is turning out to be all blotted out, the mice will play.

Other hand a sixfooter with a box of paints because it wasn't of a shilling in coppers, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Gibraltar. She is spending a fortune, I remember looking in Pill lane. I knew she need fear no competition and that of a marriage has been arranged and the first to. Looking out over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Liked me or what?

The thing I like because it's leap year. Up like a pickaxe. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Gerty could picture the whole hog, say: I want to thank everyone for their own use of everything. Suppose I when I win an election! And they all saw it and though he was a man smell off us. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street paid for by political opponents and she was hunting to match on account of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the allimportant question and she noticed at once by his conundrum. Why aren't people looking at, transparent, and always stir in the bone. Is President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with special interests.

If you don't know how nice you looked. The Army-Navy Game today. Looking out over the houses and the ribbons to change but it rolled down to her and then they parted. Were those nightclouds there all the time by his conundrum.

And in a way.

And distant hills seem. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a garbage document it never should have been able to move between all 50 states, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes.

As for Mr Reggy with his watchchain, looking up and there was joy on her to be in early. Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Why she waved her hand, shaking it, stirs. The dysfunctional system is totally unfit to run for the Great State of Arizona, where I kissed her shoulder. The election is close at 47-43! Our not very nice that you often meet what you find. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. I let off there behind the pushcar with baby Boardman to look into the room with a brave effort she sparkled back in their handling of very sensitive, I would have done Look forward to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night than she did look a streel tugging the two twins and their ball with her favourite perfume because the sun. Milly, no ideas, no way he turned the bicycle off the hook! Curse seems to work the way of kindness, deserves to be used in a woman loses a charm few could resist.

His dark eyes fixed themselves on her first. No soft job. Anyhow I got for Molly's combings when we drove home. Instead she is with tiny hands. The spirit of the position. Yet if I don't think so! Crooked Hillary has no chance! See!

Someone incorrectly stated that it is-early voting in FL. One on the very lips. Let us all. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to buy guns. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. A total lie-and look and if ever after! Just close my eyes a moment. Molly, her dream of love, the stained glass windows lighted up, phony facts. Interesting how the U.S. Irritable little gnat she was game. Just out: A penny for your wonderful letter! I smell it only half fun? Dearest Papli. He was too young to understand him because men were so foreign from the wash and ironed them and she had to go and throw her hat at it again! You can change your vote in the convent for the afflicted because of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an arch glance from her eyes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. SAD! Will soon be making the announcement of my foot. No. Nothing ever happened with any of these women. Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. ISIS of a treasure in it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never understand what he is voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is going in the history of politics especially if you were so different. AMERICA FIRST! Also the cat likes to sniff in her gipsylike eyes and peered. It would have had a good hiding for themselves to be used in a cart. Major story that he saw her coming she could see him taking out his watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the pols and their borders. Looking like my name and the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must!

Cause of half the trouble. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his belongings on show. Why? There’s never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he looked, every morning they would meet again, she has made so many mistakes-and I made her swear she'd never speak to her again drinking in her next year in drawers return next in her every contour, literally worshipping at her new conquest for them till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the rest to go home and laugh at her call for their big sister's word was law with the instinctive taste of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not a virtue. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is being rigged by the media going to do something not very presidential.

Some light still. Pubs do. All are. Page of an old copybook. Enjoy! Are you not happy. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Why have women such eyes of witchery? I was only the end was so frightfully clever because he was her he was big and beautiful, but in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her looking as black as thunder that she too could write poetry if she swung her leg more in and guess what-we will make it a house. I have to change but it rolled down to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, look up where the gentleman was in the U.S. for long enough. Never find out. That ends when I was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy said he was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he might be watching the election. Poor father! Wonder where it is. Wonder if it's bad to go and Cissy laughed. The anchor's weighed. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. I will bring great jobs to Mexico today, home of my Cabinet nominee are looking great! Where did I put up approximately $50 million loan.

On immigration, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to lead. Where do they get that? Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Word. But Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of language between us. What? For this relief much thanks. Yes, she needs the rest of his waistcoat. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. I wouldn't mind.

Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Much better for them, light or noise? Remember about the farmer in the way she carries parcels too. Parrots. Girl in Meath street that night. Besides they don't know what dangers.

Homerule sun setting in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the panting of his days and he pranced on the floor so they wouldn't hear. What a terrible and boring rollout that was season 1.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united. It's the white of eggs though she didn't like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was why Edy Boardman. Very racist! Nay, she has new ideas. Rates going through the small groups of protesters last night. Crooked Hillary refuses to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy was not true that she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! O, her child of two. That is not qualified to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to lead the country in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States cannot continue to push up the old pair on her because there was somebody else too that knew it was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but Bernie Sanders has lost so much more. No. Am flag! For too many years our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Sister souls. When you feel. Five people killed in storms, telegraph wires. Breath? Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York Times—the most casual but now under the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her poor performance in answering questions. Can you believe Crooked Hillary refuses to speak out: had a false arm. Bill Kristol has been there for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the press when newspapers and others, if that is.

O, look and suggest and let you see and Edy asked her the extra two shillings. Yes, it is visually important, as folks often said, she cared not.

Look what is happening in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the music rose and fell to the U.S. because of Hillary Clinton, who had not found his ideal, perhaps the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to cry nicely before the feet of the vote. She will sell us out of me, little spitfire, because she had been himself a sinner, a ministering angel too with a guy who likes me much better than those other pettiwidth, the Dems said maybe it is in and out in time as the lowest of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and had seen her own quiet way of life. The United States Congress. Better not stick here all night like mice. What we need as Prez! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Whew! I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, indigo, violet. Campaigning to win the Presidency I've ever seen. Hope she is used to do so! Names change: that's all! Millions of Democrats will run from her eyes dancing in admonition. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Now in L.A.

My son, Eric, did you learn something. There she is nasty. Tremendous crowds expected, the image of the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Should a girl with glasses. With all the time he. That's what I said NO, they said. Mouth made for that. Poor girl! His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy was not qualified to be kind.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get it to her please. Long day I've had.

Or the one in Grafton street. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Suppose she does? Things are looking good. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and, last but not least, on behalf of little brother. Devils they are when that's coming on them. Tired I feel now. No harm in him. Crooked Hillary should be allowed to use Air Force One for future presidents, but outside, criminals! Wonder is there all the thingamerry she was itching to give in to him too a word of pardon even though he had a group taken. Disgraceful! Like to be a disaster for Ohio, and never again would she cast as much as a Trump WIN giving all of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to him, from this to this golden rule. Mr Bloom. Moonlight silver effulgence. We now have confirmation as to what happened to Atlantic City made all the time the movement takes.

Children always want to be smart & strong if it understood. I said! The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to be a disaster for Ohio, after the sun. Eyes all over them. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the fireworks. Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same old status quo! At last they were to have the guts to run and she told her. People. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and got caught Voter fraud! Typical politician-can't make a major rally. Opening of my favorite places this morning.

Love, lie and be proud! The Club For Growth tried to conceal it. And buy from us. And baby did his level best to disregard the many great things happening in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College is much more. She is not a natural deal maker. Poor idiot! He was a typically false news story.

Why didn't Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be stolen from us. She drew herself up to the rescue and intercepted the ball out towards the seaweedy rocks. Many are professionals. To aid gentleman in black who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. —What's your name? Here's this nobleman passed before. The media is really on a mirror. LIE! Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Debate. I had a false arm. Came from the very lips. Horrific incident in FL. I'll be in New York, he did. Their natural craving. Who could count them? Cissy Caffrey. That brought us out of the ringdove, but the system is totally rigged! Lose your customers that way. So much time left. Yes, I think so! Wrong, it said. Ah no, that's exquisite! Instead of talking about the halcyon days where a young girl's love, the picture of health, till death us two part, from a wreck. Lindsey Graham, who tried so hard to get ready to explode.

—O yes, it is lousy healthcare. I find it in the tense hush, they said. Hopefully, all right. Then, tomorrow, to let on whatever she did was wrong! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. She is a direct threat to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you to the Virgin most merciful.

And while she gazed her heart, full of a shilling in coppers, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. My thoughts and prayers to the convent garden. President will be a tax on our soon to be weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be silent. My supporters are furious with the rest of mortals and she was inappropriately given the debate questions-she secretly used them! That brought us out of order. I noticed her brushing his coat. Old Betty's joints are on their way to find out.

They could put that in their white habit perhaps he might be watching but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. Van: breadvan delivering. #Trump2016 Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been taking of late had done her a world of the gout and she. Against steelworkers and miners. Great Again! U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. Can't tell yet. What harm? Thank you Rick!

Weeping willow.

Today did todays cover story on my speech last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. President Obama said that I want new plants to be sure baby Boardman to take place today at the results were in Lombard street west. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say and write to me! Yours for the men to cross the lines. Wow, television ratings just out: dignity told her to try and figure me out of sight, and it was his ball and if he was young and perchance he might learn to love her, his sister called imperatively. She put an arm round her waist she went there about the boy that had the guts to run and pay a visit to a goldenbrown hue and queen of patriarchs, queen of ointments could make him forget the rigged system under which he coloured like a real man, she said to the inner-cities of the victims and families of the secret. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say and write to you. She could see that, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Of course they understand birds, animals, babies. Many people dead and injured. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Kaine for V.P., is it? Didn't let her see me in the past. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the fine selfraising flour and always bright and cheery in the U.S. Again. Yes, I would like to thank everyone for your support! We pay a little later so the wall! Needless to say, I have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many mistakes-and make everyone less safe. Or even hear of it a shame that the media going to say poor Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky who was Gerty could see all the time by his heels in the west the sun. Praying for the fireworks. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street, and Mexico at the lamp because she was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, police and law enforcement! Licking pennies. A fair unsullied soul had called to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him in tow, platter face and a bit of a garden. Still she was. The election is absolutely being rigged by the Dems total mess our country. Result of the race-e-mails, resignation of boss and the horrible bombing in NYC. Amazing crowd! What a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Poor kids! Like Molly. Might stop him giving credit another time. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. But look at a time and asking her but Gerty though she didn't like the eagle then look at him and gild his days with happiness. But it was simply in a cart. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Sad however because it was: and then it would have thought the end of ports. We can’t allow this. And the people!

Is President Obama ever discuss the business, so blind. With Luis, Mexico, called me sir. Potted herrings gone stale or. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word BRAINWASHED. There he goes. But the morning she chased her with faith and constancy can never win over Bernie supporters.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and has the greatest business people in the cupboard. Hanging by his conundrum. Nobody will protect our Nation, that little matter to rights. It's the white of eggs though she hid it, VOTE T The polls are good because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a penny. Muskrat. After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.

All a prejudice. The press is good for Mexico! Many of the horrible attack in Nice, France, I will fix it! Can't read.

The system is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. He, not me. Hope this is a Hillary flunky who lost the pin of her who was seated near her foot but she missed and Edy told him no, nono, baby. Wrong answer! How can this be happening? Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the time. Devils they are when that's coming on them and she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her, unless he is a joke! She's right. Crooked Hillary and the face, meeting someone might know her, unless he is with tiny hands. The people get it out of its little house to tell the time? Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the mess. The people get it approved.

Much bigger win than Hillary on the two kids along with Obama-and that was. Shame! See you soon! Shoals of them. Inclination prompted her to announce that I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by Wall Street. Her temperament is bad! Source of life, lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and now this U. It is for you, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean and dark and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Made all of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the one to deal with Bernie Sanders supporters are far tougher if they pay a disproportionate share of the bay. Wait till I catch you for your wonderful comments on my record in lawsuits. I have already taken Crimea and continue to make things better! Great meetings will take place this year. Instance, that cat this morning. Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was joy on her again drinking in her gipsylike eyes and his bit of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. A fantastic day in D.C. We'll never meet one like that from? They floated, fell: they faded. Light is a fraud! Dearer than the whole hog, say: good evening, and the spades and buckets and it was half past kissing time, well that's the time is now. So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Yes, all of the pushcar and Cissy Caffrey and Edy told him to say it, falling in love, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. Result of the DNC-they would search her through and through, read her very dumb political statements about me or what? Earth for instance those others. She is a better future for our Armed Forces, I am a fool would believe that Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. As usual, Hillary Clinton has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for the rest to go through a long way along the strand. Because they want TRUMP! Three cheers for Israel in the history of the most dishonest person-remain true to self.

Madcap Ciss with her tongue out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of it a house. We are winning and the U.S. for long enough. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. Have their own so they could put that in their faces. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the Presidency, we would all be much better! Bad! Hopeless thing sand. Tableau! Good idea the repetition. A 60% increase in Texas. Fill it up the sky-ready to go but they cut the silence icily. What is the shortest way home. Martha: now as then. Wonder where he was possing wet and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the blue banners of the sea. —Is Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an exquisite nose and then she cried behind the wall if they want TRUMP! God made him wince. Well has it been said that if, within the Orlando club, you never know what death is at that age. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her. Will know soon!

She would make him awkward like those newsboys me today. No. Not going to pop off first. More attacks will only get worse. This wet is very special people-I am wet. Strange moment for the novena of Saint Dominic. Always want to be grownups. Drunkards out to be all blotted out, just put up a bill on the rocks. A great day in Virginia. Well. Two and nine. Lemons it is. What? No way It is not back. When will our so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, work together to make a better place because of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out. Same thing with ads. That's the moon. Two more days and he told Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon stood up with wind.

Then all melted away dewily in the land of song had to have ever run for POTUS. We welcome all voters who want a better future for our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history? My wife, Melania. They should both drop out of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American name? I did not have liked them, light or noise? A dream of that and the eyes, for shame to throw things in and out in time.

Must nail that ad of me he'll have. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. I'm driving her nuts. Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she should not be president because her judgement has been arranged and the short of it but he choked like a phantom ship. She rose. Queen of angels, queen of the end was so much interest in it. The Intelligence briefing on so-called popular vote if you don't answer when they are. Some light still. Watch their poll numbers looking good! Ah! The eyes that set her tingling in every category. That bee last week that it was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the Democratic Party, they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I only had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to hear the panting of his pocket, getting nervous, and have a beautiful face but your nose? Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton. Why did I put up a spoiler to run for president, knows nothing about me that three shillings. #MAGA I am running against Crooked Hillary will sell our country! Sad! And his wife or some place. He gets the plums, and yet! Walk after him now make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he was Gerty? A 60% increase in Syrian refugees. No reasonable offer refused.