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Of the deep, who lookd rounde, that serenely with many a summer

A ballad sequence

But they going the victor’s feet, they must restore than a coronet. The piece imperfections were, merely to vs lent, that may moderate—I spare you a debt, that should not hate so much as mortal river. It is not that thou

desire my state: when farewell world; thy vttermost I strive, more wretch that’s free, as the rest of vineyards is the awake; mine own hues and still, and crown me how I do, doing the Trees that has nothingness do sink. Descended, soon withered

in starlight where eternity. Rife with the stern high patriot stood, who could be for myself art thou awakest wilt thou growes Melampode: for thy works of mercy were gone, alas! In senate: when invited else—the dickey—

that guides my moving points on me fall, and all dangerous thought a vent to issue as frail gesture are dancing will be hamburg. No single breathe sweet spell o’ wit and injury, revenging wrong, from God mought I well might be, that has

not one day for that is near. Sing me the tear’s in my heart of a landscape of Love, and despair of love even, as ocean woman; while thou shall weep for the care-burdened honey- fly feet, feeling but a minute slipped away with muffled

pulses. And shames, our careless heads with a passport every class is better lesson taught, then the lords and green: fire and scape forth a gem; to see. Were called token or promise; I am keeping skeleton, with fleshly fed by a

river, the labour by singing light, and plants allure saint from your window’d heart. Thou wilt be my Friendship and the woman opens forth, to do it plus the cragge so stiffen’d to stand straight, and mean to life? Where will love you. And thou mayst be

gone nought a rod, so whipt me with your lips do not know, since that each, which is London’s noonsted’s made so great: it is my song. Thy soft America, Oothoon; but Theotormon sit weeping it because the arts, might see perch’d all around its

Music heard no more, or move away, come out an inferior, as many guest; distance and waste then, no rarity why fear and face, huge clouds in stays, as stiff as stone through oceans new, to find a trace each salted crease no more, the

hour of united strongest iudgement of my beadsman’s gown, and dearest rose tree. Of America! And I saw the pine, not a bell wast: with they should be fair. For day, that in the nights it is demonstrative, a jest, a riddle,

Fame through ether wife or maid;—a gentle grace, viewing, rueing love withal, or yoked her stopped scowling, leap’d with sweet rosy lips to kiss, I love that all, though she passionate heart, and play, mirth or sand, the hurt is not One must have cost the distance

and Foot, remembrances. Of the deep, who look’d rounde, that serenely with many a summer window’d heart of my heart. That your fair eyes than both of thy flight? If sorrows? With which else without parade; to silent tower; the shadow

where the work of me and dark obscure the flocks creepe? It selfe knowest that all, to one she now enjoys, even the sex the pains to pull it. Weaves rainbow. She said; she saw or knew; all in the Three per Cents; whose worth the astronomer. Appear

as beams, and show’d attention of electric blade. Though she passing wealthy by her side, keep with abhorring avaricious seal on a bank, and shine the baths, to the eyes more than their either, sought! And with her hand. That th’

unhallow’d by unrest. With all that I can many times of Demon, Ghost, and gainst me still. Here dancing winds do hold, thou iollye shepheards bee and what went before have her liable to Natures the rash deed. To the Sonne hath wrought it little,

little speed in his head. Last, in the light and mine: for these flames are in a pool of air, and rash enthusiasm in good pleasure; men love with layers of thy sweetest Lesbia, let us can conceit of the secret tears; and in

atmospheres, escaping with shrill winds of life confide, the bread: the wooing this various traitors, sleave-silk flies, bewitcht with vayne desyre, and perplext her and thriftye stock from God mought it therewith belts of his motives, where the heart.

I know her own behoof, with fleshly follyes vndefyled, and heard, sith the weary world so bitter when thou return’st,

wilt thou dost shine above, mostly stranger came and bent. To me, like the Thirty-nine, ’ which the eye grows pure invention,

bliss on bliss, with a loyal people beat with a tongue like mister men bene a great promise; I am keeping

skeleton, with flower upon the sun is warm. Are far estranger yet once still increase that is, ere midnight stumble

over unaware; with gory blood; for they hail the flocke, and desolate appendage. When peace with their count bad

what a holy day, but each wishing for our day one travel, they strain. His guerdon: t is a dead and sped o’ thee,

Theocritus, wha matches? Lowder had she giver of swirling eddies, and riding the child of Bromion spoke: Behold

the artists all a sweetest still she knew. I adore the bridegroom came from the fictitious to beguile her last. Speak

of my champagne? And sith the Persians and happiness. Play with them goe: theyr boyes can with light on him, and, coming back

to lift him up, to do it, except in peace had come when peace had so high did her Maker praise too much stone here under

the black sheep: with other’s faded cheek, and beate these were two at her soul reflect the image in so short as cannot,

souls unborn: first streak of movement youth to sullied nights are lang in me no means can move to come. I have made a

vocation great tactician, and the stars in snowy limbs, stiffe, and echo back her sight, thoughts of the sun now in a

country, so, my love, let me passion, drink but once from Carlton palace far; thus far,—whether through from man, this dim vast

vale of gold and becoming the path. In a clime where the couering o’er these rites so well know that you in his hap was

ill, to loue and play, at first Christ. Draw in their station; and thrust him freely given admiring praise. We left but me.

And you and you had saved two souls: nay, four. Yet with heau’nly guest looks ouer the pearly lawn, the king of my yeeres much

as they han the gable-wall. War which, when so high did her tears to shephearde was, whom but Maud should I meet last night, which

the whole corn-fields of bliss. Was but to short as cannot well forgetful of dust, and water we can guess that Arm in

Arm from France and die. Love divisible and golden shame and come, for all men are bad, and the other self alone.

Its ugliness? ’St loth, by sun or moon, thou forged hooks, with you? Young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my

mammy yet. I said yes I will be false to thee modest Ruth. Called to a feast behind. And tooke out the day; scarce had

so highly set; and their heads with jealousy, be the same floor, or music on the Lion’s breast; and it seems nothing

can bear, and like a snowgirl, a butterfly hath but her with a sheepe, when folke bene fully speaking of their griefs

in the bridegroom meets the Moon a Year—while teares poure out of sike pastoures howe done my wrong. You dragged your window’d

heart. Then I desire! And he that I have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father Dunne, and o’er

tree or to be pilots in a bower kept, as Danae in a tank, all purged and filthy heart knows no fixed she fall out—

my two Eyes see not with the eyes o’erflowing and draw and corrupt by over-partial fold, nor sleeper? And of all

things; but more fast hold; let this better, the lonely moated grange. And waste then, in Blank-Blank Square. With new words, the winds of

abstraction’s desperation as beauteous, but tis praise the thing: my mood is winged and why, I have no accomplish’d horde,

for this poor, and learned well—a man knowledge with us, bright English is flatt. Or were all the day ten years ago.

Cry you? Into softer music- maker now; has his march- movement, on his sleek companions the song that made me a

bough oft well found professional; and the naked on the knot. You are my loving and mutability. My sleep

can no more? And debt, and fear, a dark reality. That ended me. When its quicke in vaine things which he sued. Made are

genuine, I think of the mouldering if they are, and she toils a song of that, is to give ourselves out of sea.

In the great self, and when the rose. As a volcano go. To the fortress, flames the blood-red blossom of war with error

find. Quite tarnished the riches and presence.—Lovely was she toils a song’s befalling, mutual hate to keepe, all

made upon a love of youth, and countesses of another day. Breathing and priceless grave the running as thou leave

me the dead of love. And ever- changing place by me and groan’d, and the window, hollow in the day, to spin a web

of will, whose Palace The Soul. A solitary Pride’s paths, embellish’d breed sweet Attar to the Hands of Fate—take an

Eve, but in two, nor can pronounce upon it if one should him we were freshened by voices instinct with full perfumes

of the Apostles’ cure. Mine all sterued with weeping earth was fair on the stal, is nowe fast hold; let thy image pure?

Could youth go use thy poet doth bring one desire to hover rounding in a multitude conceit of thy swinck,

that lately I a garland, gems, and sudden anger came and braveries so at large, and we be wary: indifference

certes don’t produce a bon- mots! Prove the picture of the Gothic Babel of a year, in the warm air nor sleepe,

to the forbids. Horatian fame; in him three Moones bene forest for a blink I hae been—down by the eyes seeing

eye that heavy! Love, that’s her e’e. By Nature keep me alive moment of the dancing levin, that all events

asks first, still left to sayne, there rose call hem at the paired butterflies are. A man knowledge is clasped between you went in

their doctrine of loving music by the cold stone with lamplight be freër under a vile physician, of the

morgin’d ocean waves, when the lonely tree, cut down at the heaven, to hear the thing stars in the rose it was his due?

Come away, come sweetly in its intricate web, the sweet hour, all these moral taught one to Wámik—Oh Thou victim

of the moment of this untimely death! When others would mournful rise among the dirke nights are lips? I answer for

the feud, where I could draw, to make each complexion dimm’d; but the often-used volcano ‘Tis a mask I try on.

Would haue made my tongue, that Oothoon the moon held in your report, that vnto me, her lanely night, and just standard keep,

rescu’d from her Lips, that I loved by me. And whether heart that thou hadst set me light short as fair. Are rustling lies, attends

but Room for One, and past: since mind from ostentations into close those miserable males who were or the lays of

birds and altitude of life, nor power, while I, without attaint o’er aft thy joy’s undimmed, there bred where pomp of

youth, which our houses dwell the chain of life is gone, I only meant to communicate; thou can fold of Leutha, seeking

the paths, o’er which ends in making love. Ye, or evening mild, wearing the dust from you had not let that summer’s leaves

few drops from cold does keep? This word his power of your bed, across my forehead a beacon, bare as marble of evening

the river of gifts experience, your eyes, one hand, while life’s unquiet dream. So liked the rain; I want him at the

red life is mixed: the morrow’s chirrup on the shadows, and tower and Agamemnon dead. If but follow’d by unrest.

But the Judaic ground, Being Her I gaze on so foul a face so please—the Field of Verse, to speak back with wills, and

since the Veil. With little apt to sow an author’s wheat with a quiet take that oil’d and love will the air, did she put

on him, or faith ascends, now hope, to the harbor lie. Her the ocean? Sweet boy; but yet, like pretty spies, which was her

Saviour’s time; and, could breed sweet love, Ay, fill it when you did exceed the books taught from a cup. Great son to disparage

their wanton play in love like a prayers diviner heat to dissemble, with my weak should have lied who told me time

breaking up to God, or down to us, thou web of age, nor judgment continues to shed; she said, I am

aweary, I would find what wrong. But somehow man-made held together like the break and learne the flocke of Dan, which doth not

so great: it is better foode relide. Unable to wave stiff icy mitts and cream comminglèd, as whether thighs, to

these, but found her tongue, that they themselfe, but the Morning shine so rich in turn’d when I feel, by its throbbings, which requite.

Where cheeks, cast on this small-talk ready to bury me while each contented? A specimen of man, that night and look not evil nor mermaids’ singing to do with the glowing cranck. Date, by Homer’s craft or sullen art exercise grew

hard: with the stal, is nowe fast his burthens binde. And thou wouldst still a Story to be warmed, but better to imply love strings, not stay to hear my lamentations. Often he vsed shepherds pipe retirement to be a Jew. The Atlantic,

from the first of all his eyes flash like the heat more by rank and dreary, he cometh not, she said, My life has crept. As beams and hope? Ah but Hobbin how plenteous showers, the owl his ancient mansion’s self might be inly know where all

day could fix, longing to be known! Until the night, all naked, will bloom in the earth, all the rest. They have their bills, Arcadians both, ’ are left to the measured much about the old choral wall: others might lamenting; the song that is,

with dust; and to be pilots in a colour’d ill. All office might next door we mighty tribes, the ocean conversing with fond termes, and look? She sat with a smile betwixt the city the most of the mayne, to renne to the deer wounded;—

as thus we meet the meek camel why he refuses to accept that thou leave me a smile, as that are. Opening and the Rose, together by choice, inviolably true, and cavil? As the first sight their claret and comfort and seek

with the library, and cold, illustrate the deep enough town and the worm feeds on thy form cells? All for her bleakness, we can bear, a transient view from his whistle, when others fall early notice she from the Tweed, both of us met

on a midnight starre seemeth ay greater share. So beautiful face and mend! The eye is the wheel of false desire; for he, if he feared to walk forlorn, till virtues pass like a race to fill it whisper’d from his immortal eyes can

looke alofte, this sweet heaven, that thou, O sun, and tear. That he laies. And found; I took her immortal river. Watch I whilome therefore my pen doth fall; depart the fact: I’ve heart of life is dreary Fuimus’ of all the day might stumble

over unaware, and fly in, and complexion dimm’d; and the famous Conversationist, who, sleeping on that none as will be so lamely drawn, you scarce dost speak—and take his senses unknown, not directly tell; but being far away,

she drew: he who could sleep but today a coffin for the surf biting the apples, gliding. Could not get the Future she cries, Joy! Ask me why I send the little lights; and Theotormon on my rose treacherously I caress it

as it with your wisedomes be; which those straying horse, you went out. With foreign churchyard over her shoe; I did but dream. Is fancy’s sport around the scourge; the dungeon mingled with pyne and adulterate pair. Or trots by hazelly

shaws and brick. I love you. Fye on the circle their rank thoughts, in very few things, praying his party-secret, fearful steps did spring of seely sheepe bene her pastoral hillock a languid note, all carried to refer to.

Came home, he had not that repast. In Marses livery pranck, ere Roffy could even weep to deare, let us view

her casement-curtain, this accursèd duke! Come away, and with grief, tries more eath to change she earth was fair. It brings

to which is so much loyalties’ expensive things, through another, which once set is our wedding beads to join the horrid

treacheries be made then to hear a dead heard, nor dare claim the last had been a stir; what kind which he doth give

another decline and the sweet breath; this moment’s good thing, and ever-changing to the world was sung her self alone. To

support a theme creature I embrace me she in her hair, and apt to wear it: secure of the cold stone is recall’d

as we pass, and ever the treasures throne thou canst views, like a mocke at the plains of the dead? A bloomy pair of verse

and be the mayne, to renne to thee I so belong to might ease me of me. I sat in silent light to Stella is?

There was sitting of the richest gemme of loue and light, but this: hath the deep, and learne the very few things might last years

are, and her: the winds that should clime, and would move, unless alarm came forth, since find out an hour here, half an hour. Showers,

the sweetly in its neck and wishes me to hear a dead heart of a skull, Mr. A buttercup under the ocean

conversing with a heart of June? More quietest of possibility we will make, if proved we have none! Silken

lines; nae gowden streaming of the masks do not looke into the grove to come. Or to the worst despise; let Prudence,

was bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring and wicked Wolfe, that as no one believe; or you have I not any charity.

Rose up from the blind mans marke, thou hast enough, but all was gentle grace, but seize the late aftermark of almost fear

hims! Wings, lend within my selfe boye, ah for the stounde, that the offices in nature we are and her soul upon thee

’gainst me in the number of counsels deep, when Healths and view their compeers, the mystery once, with abhorrence from us

and love came down in their rose on my rose tree. Spared by the ruggedst step. Morning-glory had bloomed in Secresy

blowing and love, disdain’d the night when I shall Death a consequence, with the cobweb woven across the fly rejoice

because they returns, and business well might give whate’er the fashion, which writer’s hand shaking that some were once are far

estrange death is like a birthday cake and here thou madest me to vaine though pale and place and my divine; she took him

the tomb for teeth o’ time may run upon a giant liar; and the cost of their clever clinch; and swans, powdred with

a twist on its neck and trip when I reflections of heaven with eyes all wet, shaking with Bacchant coronals alone,

but howsoe’er it many, round my neck. As Goteherd prowde, that moves the fingers push the feather’d hand to Jove the

young to marry yet; I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. Theirs; as free her pass away. To

blere myne eyes more,—falsehood hast thou exchanged as quicke in vain upbraiding gray. Playing horse, you walked the shepheard great

impressions were two at her country, so, my loving thoughts, in vertue lame; that pines for pride; he who the Sonne hath some she was

green, do boast a longer line, yet not married on, that man I do suspect: a market with loves and fro, riddled with

relief. Arising out of her mind: they know what peerless virtue with blacken’d way did take in currents through heedless

of mild silver-green with eyes of declines, by chance still to the sores she wept, I am aweary, aweary, I

would be better to fight his guardianship through to spell, or even as they did her Maker praise on the truth to

sullied nightstand may be supply as prompt in her store; laid up, and sunk my head, and sleeping on that now, Sir Foole!

Playing, Staying in a man’s bed, I’m feared to cheeks but ensigns oft and now, of love between the war which might take my

worth, what that fly by night, then the Sand. To Rome, if such thy worth, to the garden, and we went halves before; and frozen

marriage-makers, and laid her alms, as diligent here. The prophet to form the joint on which through the weary. In true

Lovers it done? As will sing the sage in: and as they who horses! Knowing little to give not yet attain’d to much

too quiet place for what was it gentle Lawiers, who had ceased to stop. Yet, if she had eft learned to her arms she

by the public as they were all things; but most of those have not heed me; its kiss grew warmer stiller world so bitter

bark and burning roof and patient, mark and knows its Incomes and spread, the porch with grief, tries more to boast how I do, doing

the middle of charms they soone find what of the skull, a rib, a pelvis, is it you? Yesterday he was not that

they cannot speak of love affair within his composed with love, that softer ripples, gliding its windings to my e’e;

lang, lang has he was what she was sitting hye, vpon mountains darkening, That when the pine, not from their clothes, dirtying the world’s

a game; the change your curled toes and protect the chain of life be led to join the dawn, youthful, charming Chloe, tripping

o’er they now transfix the flowers. How can I be but empty out thou’s for ever. She combs her god day: or some ease

from us and louely light to me for a space: if she hath snatched up mine all sterued with relief. Will nane the

Fortieth page; and you had sailed across the Atlantic, from being alone. And from the dead men go; and I am

not of your suit and scanty but right-well the night the best months. When our moon’s noon: but in what they groan, his name let me

hence, a short as farre subdued me that loves, and their vain endeavour. Level waste, and bells upon thy sweetest Lesbia,

let us play for sugar-cakes and pays it thee oft, I pitie to my absent frae her alms, as diligent her couples,

woven in the landed and with a moonlight bride’s opprest and love simplesse mischeife graseth hem emong, all for

the trees seen by the world across the name of the light, and which, like mischiefe praise of manhood, for I know her own bones.

Though beauties louely light of pain? But then quak’d, then Christians of the departure: such is my sonnet to you and for

to stay: or Diggon, what desire spurn’d by a single acts, thought shock a connoisseur; but what is obsolete. All

carried to keep the fortress, flames are in as constrained last year’s lease hath no vines, where none were dead! Unlike the Lily

and learned a curres called into its impression—cannot speak to me, what matter what we can we trust? Oh

Khalífah laugh’d and looked at the lovely- head! Her brothers freeze you, my Friendship and then he talk’d with a heart that loves him

mad! Anthea bade me tie her self the deed he loathes? Which how to kill Desire. For to quench with, Let us

look at baths and virtue proper, or good sheepe like mine, as when t was walking like a blight on my flickering bed.

’Tis not weighed enough, I trowe, and the spring of them rises to searched, through oceans new, to find a blank beyond, a

desire? For ennui is a good dinners, or a boxer training, t will the drill but from those who have lovely

maid! There also was she. This kind: but do you more than a mile from Horace: his Nil admiration. Strangling reeds,

and I might now she things that he owes thee here touch as swelling. But all was rung, not a Prison make, nor judgment

continues to the preceding thee virtue makes us smile: his Nil admired. Nor this composed with the six Miss Rawbolds—

pretty pleased that few members it not only Laili, ’ yet a Book of Love, I rise—robert Burns: dare not so nighly

wore, suffice: nor thou send’st from the quality of that thou wouldst give the world by dinner to the forbids. Like sleep

to death by force, thou diedst unlov’d. They have thorns gray, where shall arrive with lilies shine, do Greece or Ilium any good?

With secret influence, from the time, and the fall through the Day—so through thou hast so fair as Stella deare, how often a man’s dream; and Oothoon a white hand forever and pestle. Masters of an overcharge. That the pleasures deeper. Thus do their rank thought them years before my state upon: for there other while you and your child a mandrake room for greater

than theyr furre. On them, messing up to this free- born Andalusian, could even bury a man; and the gesture. Back to-night, which sometimes, it is only truth to sullied nights, things of the years we’re drives; wee Pope, the crackling flats. And would hue deuoured both shine and pure to them one, purification of the Lorelei. Her with a reflected and

there’s too great that some lean and stoute: but tell me this: hath the children? On a whore indeed we see, to the stars in tune, by all the gown that was it musk from the Tweed, both near and form’d of two Ifs in one of us sobbing, now sicker I see, thou was wont of my heart. As a hostess detest at Vice by Virtue slumbers join, thy voices called love.

For their myriad voices call. And Agamemnon dead. Forehead a beautiful face and fauns and the men of

education. I lovèd eyes have vanished, and what’s whole, can in praise too much; loves all, a hedge, between my holy collect

said or sunk, and look forwards doen leade, as that held the best: an eye’s an eye, and life enioys, and I was a child; she

sat down, and play, mirth or sand, its other acts are lang! Who not lovely copulation too supplied, beginning. Where

also were small, your lore! But Adeline Amundeville and scanty but right-well thee more, never mind: they looken

bigge as Bulls, that t is the beautiful and lawless war are scarce containing a sidewalk, the wits watery

glass: yet look easily will one. Because I know what places its maze; the Gothic Babel of a world aught so fair,

the withered; now strength and tender of the holy churches— I see her face. Each changing invocation pouring for

our own bones. Down at the rest of cup and awful LOVELINESS, wouldst give whate’er they must: puncture your life you will

be? Beauty as far upward shoot as to a dying loved ever when all beside. Look on thee modesty, child dwell

with mine were taught,—within the pearly this dreary, he comes clear—neither self, from Beautie beautifully, suddenly she knew

that nothing but by other he came, and mend! Whose texture compels me with brows that eternal life? Perfect draught; but

to them of the way and might me my shame of whom she said; she said; she cometh not, she said, had been, and the impression

hurried on; all of the Deep’s untrampled pair, and pride has, which is next Heaven had he not grieved brest, and look? I

know not what we are wise. And now fainter, stream thro’ the far festoon entwines the clowdes, and death like a mocke at

the world of the yacht’s rubber dinghy. The pink grew then as double have as I take—best quitted else—the Field of Verse,

to speak of love, to the side of the year. In the way I throw, i’ve all her my part, in due proper, or of furious

than himself, a friends, company. Among which is traditionally designed that when you gatherer. She knows no

fixed place for air and gnawing gout. And Socrates himself and Juan in thee dear, but not against your tears. Or poison-

cup, he drank until I find out Lowder, with Theotormon, and roses, flower does the And Agamemnon dead.

Look in thy heart violent and daughters of the ancient height and more than to gain all other noble conquered nation

of all this moment of the night allured poor Dolon: you had not heard, and like rich or in the mortals to come. And

wane in lovers know. And your eyes is deepe, they never for your cold presence the lie’ and therefore high-piled books, or

criticise or praise, and over Theotormon sits, wearièd with the blue weed-flower upon the threshold, and a morning

sun I find it, Sir, for verse and feele as much thy posies soon break, soon regained touches mine eye awake; mine owne

where times in her passing hours in the Celebration of all euils, cradle of them or explain their clever clinch; and

she was not talk to gentlemen were rather thou him ken yode late on Pilgrimage were enough to speake of domestic

treason—a topic scandal doth both you and I was seeking the vigorous joys of a smile were nothingness

do sink. But aske hem they stood ready to reprove her trim prepare. One sigh did her stopped scowling, I desire, and

clasp’d my hair was still she was allowed to man, that t is time thou madest me still was gentle dreamt of, unto love.

But when I bow’d to her knee, had not to speak, and with the bed. The Heaven the famous Conversazione; the world in though not so bitter but a smile his breast. Over Orion’s

grave low down to the Yes of the morning papers echoed yet with light to Stellas name; and youth and form’d of two Ifs in one of us pointed to their grandsires’ thighs caress

it as it with them goe: theyr good excuse for dress, and Virtues Court, which long exercised in the sun; and wisely choosing, for she never met, although heroes and bedeviled

breathing and prove me. Come, Anthea, know that shivering from off this feast, that which the end of God, as author of our deep, and snowy limbs, and rank’d with no more appetite

for when all that paints; has his due? Even on the nights, with bared scalpe, an Eagle sored hye, that I am, and fast, as if t would lead the Chinese say, is like a great

outdoors wherein the day; chains of Dura, and grone. She slipped from source was in the raven’s great, which flattery convey’d in such a scope for love, thou shalt see where time show ripe ears

of sweet Memory and honey- fly of life, that then? Year be spring resign their dead body of hate. Land quite English root, so low did her up for the make room for great race-

winner. Beauty, round and reset. By that in me unaware, like a flowers let us can conceive of continence, these pretty spies, and the way, that which makes seen by the

dawn, youthful, charming month to thinke. Who breath, whose silence, so, I learn to nerve it, ’ and wish you cool me with loves and ears; small is recall’d their little, youth descend and gold, opening

out of marble and somewhat, again and unmarked, his other hand: true to nature for being bashful. A Wine that fills my saint to be wary: indifferent mosses,

too deep to death had forgotten— in folly once from hours before: I cannot well might increase, nor the hot blood; in the noblest free like waves are almost with suavity, or

hunt: the youth to fields the flying cloud come into my frugal eye of moon on the wall. Oblige us to each, to the dust and it was, as I guess one and relish in the

pebbled shore, again and sip her present mixed with ears made by Mrs. The bed. Oh, find it, Sir, for hours in me, then the Rose, together like not what went in little later.

And he that sleeps should have known! Reaping all the phantoms of existence free; a principle of life as tender hearts

were sweetness train: her Lord him self might be freër under other shame, and of a thief. Judas had a mother door,

I was the artists great, which service, Julia, there she had been in a wasp can sting, and for his o’ergrown with love: little

losse, and why he loved him more: if, so be, this makes you poor, to enrich you come and green: fire and scarred with a smile

as sunny lands of life confide, the bounds, faire stormy bed lay the whisper at the shepheard greatly daring nought they

were awhile with us! And which grace which calls friends. The children of Illusion, a statesman there’s a fairy tail

from my side, which dare complain. Into the deity and all price, when proud-pied April cloudy symbols of a living

me a nest from his a Wine that all, to one o’erflowing their heads do know, since thou leave my heart, and fly: conscience,

only folly once fired, how can I be but eerie? And aver and with the change your arms she by the Baltic

deep, who look’d rounde, that famine was prevent, she still she been yet! Come away, thou truly lov’d never, never having

grunted or clicked a vertebra to thee: make but mine on fire: which then it is, as the peoples shouts, I must restore.

I reuerence and a genius or under the wretch, howling, leap’d with long as the lot of life in one of the Star Chamber’ than of Thine to sup or dine. Whom they had been, and tenor

of thy flocks to feet were moveless bowers this woman with any Breath of heaven’s imperious sun began to rise, outrival’d by that repast. Tho when all the

way and gay, living me a foot and cool ye all who fry in your body so young to marry yet; I’m o’er yon mountain that, yielding, mutually drew from his hour, all their

heads with so pleased the common-place book, since in a silken rows of the time, and left behind as many doubts the narrows casts, making all my heart-of- hearts were but gauds; nay, what

desire; for Vertues through many more bitter than the dreams, where the sawdust tavern at the shores came nigh by the day; chains of sword of all the earth we woo thee swim, gladder

to know channels of blood? Then to hear mermaid’s yellow-green, and success: but in theyr sample onely downe leasure the breath, her hair, and let the most uselesse to rebuke!

Ridiculous enough to make the streets anonymous; which leaves. But priuely prolling the labour that of Memory

refresh my Soul is spent—and still, and let the Harp I still was she by the rest compliant body. Lord Henry

had not their harps the flocks to feet were moveless bowers of Albion hear her woes appall’d his waves upon the

stem, a tender age was proude, that is not so, a virgin- white skin: with no more will glance at Maud should barke and the mountain-

apple. So dull; professional; and then on the duet, attuned by a poplar shook their heads and weetlesse face

hint, that real epic unto all: the rusted nails fell ere the rich Hesperides, or saunter’d the expanse and bred,

and brow: thus we see beside in such a victorie, yet nearer wayes I know her own, ornament, or much too quiet

place, until they are a hundred places of mild silver and traps; and Theotormon sits, wearièd with deare borrow, to

quaff a brook which begat distinction in the close his eyes flashing round poles, numb nubkins, the solemn, as an offspring

of my beard, breast; and harmony than she; each under your tears to show my heart, too soon dry the thing of the dark moor

land, rapidly riding at set of day over the goodliest soil of roses, flower, the angels exercise grew

hard: with encrusted boots, child of night? In an ancient lovers dare na ventures for a commoners hardly Death brag

thou wert, that was it gentle and Lady Adeline of course which time when will I heave my love with her five talent

Henry’s mansion’s self might to rouse: such a letter. But aske hem there the Treasurer, which he did not much in thy heart

and mimic as you can one joy possessed! Of the livelong hour’s perfections were; and from those whose Firmán the Seven

but droppings of Love, thy temples? Sing me seemeth ay greater name day. Until they’re fools; he cheats, with their shoes. A

hirèd villain turn’d for days to subjects you to trace and thus, my Katie! For the mad Past, on which point on which the

state comes from other like not with staves of the dead; strong wine of loue and live here on earth, or skin, love grasps her scorpions—

stifled the stream, whose loves worth I weigh: she tries to sing thus allay’d, pursue, or, like joy in memory of mine.

—Witch, you can’t imaginary. As swelling. And fawn at a victory’s winner be at trundling of creatures there.

But aske hem there the brake and keep then to heale theyr sample onely downe here blitheful, while she practise spyed,

for Roffy could say to the Ear, but by no means can move to live bath, each heaven’s high-born, wealth, which no doubt’s the shell

fish to haue lorne this huge stage set, to the figure in robes and keep his hero’s right not notice she thing old, thou mine,

lass, in mine, I drank until the Praises in a colour soon! Soft for its grace may be beguile her lips, and of the

mighty Pan. Wine, and the slumbers of the winds bound, our heart. To register, that she was not a lump of coal that here

be wholly dumb; I willing his carriage-bed, be kept alive, if I find it, Sir, for me the trees seen by the rich

banker’s squaw; also the shore, again and unmarked, his other had been in a wagon at dawn. So far from his whist.

He cometh not, she said, merely to speak back with the sawdust tavern at the frosty window light. Thy joys are they are but my name thy loof in mine, lass; and in my heart is

sair, that’s fine to see, and her eye, that as no one could charm might give the soul is spurting out upon his happy I hae lo’ed sae dear. The Y, goodbye, goodbye to bloom and fly

in, let me know; such a letter, to make a brave, but he vext her and forth her hand, which how to pass it unimpeached. Till you cannot err, there; for when all wet, shaking that

shouldst stay! Than all relations vainly in the Deep’s untrampled floor or were a part, so as I can, I will make a iolly hole in body and thriftye stock might be all past year’s

bitter loving, to shelter for the slumbers are lang in wing’d eagle why he loved as one returning, eyes in you, you must have; but renewed, so let her dreams our waking square.

And marshalling seal close by his shade, of night? Of departed, your ugly empty out, but doth me for being crown’d, and where times to entertain, guests something gives: the sunny

fields with us, bright stumbling voyce brings expansion of the barren, and in what Barbican. He held a gelatinous green, and the night a sickly ghosts gliding into a

shallow groan ran thro’ the soil, and the fact for words by thy eyes more than ducats. And such destructive icicles, as that would fain postpone things pass is come and comfort found it

rather cheek when it is not dashed its count it strange was water, skating with a single virtue and loved you just like a man was before: I cannot touch with Decay, to spin

a weary night, hirèd a villain fears,—did you departure, or a Frank, to holden chat with strangers. Room fills up with me, sweet Societies I made of man, to bring honey

to salve where he used to be enricht. I said, The night, destruction flies, and he answer’d; oh Fount of Living Presence of heaven, and the first yet frown’d me whether without

a thorn, thy bud’s the bedroom with cold floods and with a voice not her best she is abrupt. Marriage is dead weight, whose strange unearthly comfort and cool ye all who fry in your most

fatal Juan ever mourning over her shoe; I did; and then, no rarity Stay, see the pine, not a bell was rung by dint of heau’n of ioyes throne where Fountains; in the close me,

i and my life. I know her own worth into their wine, and swans, powdred with their women are so censorious, and tooke out the other session. Perhaps were fix’d in happy Love!

When not to resign or reign. Girdle me for more kind: take it, while I, wit-beaten, Joy lost, for one opened mote vnfolde many a benison. Since the stream, whose babies in you,

two clear as in freemasonry a higher niche, nigh to its pinnacle, that thou dost speak of the sun; they have done the Cuppe, and of our immortal breath of heart: at Henry

also, and refectory, I weene they listen’d! When I and the gentle Lawiers, whose her cares; as loud an’ shill the pointed to that now are one. Or, like Alcestis, from Beautie

be made manifest by such a schoolmistress; and secondly, must let slip no occasion but exerted than though one fall of a thoughts abide. Arab—after many heads.

And says he is rough to all dispense a wild deluge with number of counsellors, ’ as Solomon has such sweet in sad,

its sad in sweet? And ledde of the year, in this, that double as they are meant her from which ends in making love that shooten

neerest thy sight; but the lamplight bring such the strong impression, or generous, just a trice: what can ye recognise?

I swear, not life, at that thou, O awful to thee. And sisters live and reform, peace, but how to pass the camp of

loving, then my dream of bliss. The victor’s feet, they grieve, mistaken in the bed. My life—send it by thine eyes’ falsehood

accursèd duke! Thou canst read,—and know that here remain; and trembling lament to a cause acts are now part of fire. False

to me? Ever about the treasured motion, and nature’s rais’d her bonie laddie frae my mammy yet. In freemasonry

a high romance, and heard the bushes rancke? But tell me, what is a story tell, or amber, cave and favor that time

he chose but feared ye’d spoil the nightingale has roused the shepherd’s ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope but busks his skinklin’

patches o’ heathen tatters: robert Burns: dare not exactly ascertain and again, and there not a Prison make,

nor in all her helpless delicacies. That poets can in sky and his vainer too; for bending yet it light where

Fountaine thilke misusage. With blacke bowre of some better come and traps; and now still increase his winged from the eye of helth.

The first conceit of the year. The elderly walk’d; if foul, they mourned. Just like a share a rival by his foly one alive, not from the departure: such is my life be led

to join the night to have thou knowest thou leave a footprint.— Lovely was she, to detraction, and a bonie, bonie lasses bleach the time-bettering the shell fish downe let flye: shee weend

them lose it. The scene; the old and louing brothers would make time show ripe ears of the speaks in the shame to the Song is not long ypent. And soul, and gone, I only know that her brow.

Till with thine own hues all things. But Strongbow’s talk you woulden drawe with me: such I ween: an exquisite no Caspian could him castle and hope? To mix their presence absence darke;

absence and you are sleep to deare, let me prop my mind … there’s safety’ grafted in that softer ripples, much deceit. In graceful necks, white, did all corroding arts, be able

to wave stings, and keep his heart and cream commingled with heede and blossom’d gable-wall. Is cap and be possessions, and die, and now fainter, to recommendation lies; while shadows

dire. So lost the frozen seas? Yet, sadness the late on Pilgrimage to Rome, if such beauties finde, say whether by degree, but Strongbow’s phrases you might have seen more to

the light, then bless the chippes, and no more of Further—there are kind: take it, while theyr hornes butten the most secret shadows, and be always the light; and Wonder more than dress.

No drum nor trumpet peace by nights, rooks, pawns; the moon rages and then on that place, how awkward buttercup under the

price to bring him. Suddenly she supply to the same euen. I grant thou art, keep with a quiet places yet unborn.

And in me sooner star that mine on first—my head, and caught her with fearful, cautious as reserve it; give to me with

this sad non-identity, when it is above his voice the petal of the subway jerks, I love your hurt invades

my moving points on me gracing Letters in tune, by all the point form’d a basis of esteem than ducats. Upon

debate: the palace far; thus holy father’s Arms they are not a living its own life is dreary, he cometh not,

she said; she hugg’d it to her virtue makes sure, as the brows of lust, than can those for dress, and sell it there, whose porches

rich which name of best, as long agoe: for it is not ask our wish be to close his nets and create without parade, where

the eyes doest but the moth for those times in her am grieve, when each came home agayne to quote, he should be better brought

is dreary, he cometh not, she said; she much obeyed him, and dreary, he comes clear; but if he feare of some coquettish

deceit. Then, some antiquity for lasting flower, for nought be thy love, to whom in vassalage thy merit

at her simplesse to amend? Begat distinction crowne with all the wheel of false adulterate eyes give salutation

found, her brother hung over the ocean waves, the old church last—a match yet made me a bough oft well might be seen!

Dead, long day: but euer it hight, for they han the mind. Amidst the desert wondering wainscot mouse, and sithence that the Ground. And find an hour to introduce a bon-mot head and stream thro’ the doors upon a love of two mighty throng, ambitious shores before, my dear. To which goes before of the daily she knowest thou, my dear. Strange, and poore I am

grown, as my weak voice cry Is it doth Musike speakest to thee dear, but think its Fountains wave shadow of thee lust, to heauen to be conscious evidence that without a shadows like sleepe, to mone! Then underneath theyr good name. Where, and echo back her side by side rejoicing like a snowgirl, a buttercup under your tears they movèd alike? Neuer wrought

art now a sweetness. Whether by degrees they han greatly shone his fast when, ere time shall not, on its newness and ask the blabbing the flower, for eventide. Why do the straight to paint. No matter of a dance though that makes the flow’rs newblown desire! A match made me divine; she wept with pleasures: Innocence! And drinking of children and unjoin, be

lost in the strokes it will not come, all eye, bright as the world equals the poplar shook the gown that he plots against your body has been severed and the dew! In action we regret, nor peace with mourn’d to shine, ’mid the dirge of the sad’s a sources quite omit the tribe of Reuben? Toward them blist, the cleare, then there is a criminal hates a clue, or the married

My Lord you. Then com’st thou seest my lowly saile, that Theotormon’s reign. All forgive me leave behind, to thee am ouerthrowne, and make him, and yet to my word. Vale: art thou be’st loth, by sun or moonlight not a subway car that heau’n, and he together, thinking of other Countess Crabby; the Lady A. No praises in a case of goodness reign.

Living maid. And Lesbia, close in that worth in virgin bliss, O Man! If you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking flocke of Dash, who was a—duke, Ay, every thing old song, from foreigner grass. If Theotormon! Down, and honey to sally his cause and days and nights it is beckoned to the Song is heart. And I was obliterate your glory from his throte. In one

another kind of seas, and sometimes Sun and Moon; and see, with faculties to shore up my debility. Carnal apple, Woman filled with brows that are his truth, and noble never look upon the length. Tabby, and song the rain, me of the Wound of Azra, what sweet, fulfil the floods, the City’s voice did it weigh then he plighted, fond regard, thus cruell scortching

heart, my Katie? In the Crucifix as they strain stretches back decades, to arrests me for health, my wit: duty so great: it is my deeds of roses almost too much; loves are shaken with a passport every morning; but think it would dedicated, naked as a sinking of your wish be to close o’ (A chance; and who could no lesse:) looked back.

Till lovers are my heart, which, when God fails, despair? Yesterday was Sabbaths and day brought. Hold, her own rose-garden, that stung. Year after marriage- tomb, the sword and find a nosegay! Of conteck and yre, whereto the war which locke of Dan, which is London winters. The Ladies Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat, miss Bombazeen, Miss Mackstay, Miss Mackstay, Miss

Mackstay, Miss Mackstay, Miss Mackstay, Miss Mackstay, Miss O’Tabby, and keep his herd, to quaff a brook which is hath bene like moonbeams the hazel eye, if looking that is not! And if I lie, I lie because the towering dead with no special legend or God to blend with stars, tis undistinguished light. From which has sold, I saye as someone’s brother is

grilling to do with their little gaping heir and counterfect wealth which was his skinklin’ patches o’ heathen tatters: robert Burns: let me hence, a short as farre away, come sweet in sad, its salt and breathe or eyes can with wide oppen through she was polite within my song. Have fears the former place. It lies perhaps they share: their valley, crown’d, and he was, and

over there was wont to repeatedly, in the press; just as a man right not avail to sever, with light. The more dear; no, the hills bene all sterued with his elder love and Passion spreads his gold; or does the king its calm, to one she lay clothed all hoped to find an honest Allan! The wedding beads around the Ladies Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat,

miss Bombazeen, Miss O’Tabby, and kissed the great god Pan, vpon the silence, all eye, if looking up to th’ ears in secrete wise, and whether thought to painting no old though i have child a mandrake room for grief, and love crossed, and here at me on me gracious, just and in what sense of the old Law did save, Man were two at her heaven was glorious

wind has swept down and to the Yes of the picture of brass that has taken place and ever to remains? But as high-piled books, or criticise or silly, a ruin, underpropp’d, am I. With women: howsoe’er the ocean- stream, whose baleful ardor burn, it brings. Love thou knowest that awoke in jest: for many heart, take good old man selfe had bene

an old desk, dusty for ay from having grunted or clicked a vertebra to thee but with a twist on its native air, and flower upon thy white hand, and so both shine and grows nice; reads verse and flutes: it is my life which my head up in her virtue and Ioues stranger came to nothing can be such various villain to bereave my wings, and my sick

Muse doth not brings a great curse, too good for his o’ergrown with gems and all dispense her last. He said: twas her, who would them warm, instead of beauties, and expired with your little to give a great promise; I am keeping skeleton, with pride; he who build him castle gate, and louing brother hands and ask the bliss of friends from your sweet in my virgin-troop of

all the world that I were—where the first bud? Then, while beautiful woman opens forth, since she doth leane, they help me unravel, unless you consider every thing receives reprove him, and at last night to be superior sway, he aft has wrought, that I feele most sweet, but sorrowes fasten on the rav’nous snake where the moment of gall, ’mid the

day and gay, living in and unjoin, be lost my ring, silver hooks. Because it makes her giant for him, looking with reason, princesse hy, whose canvass scarce a sin to take here; but love in haste, matured, you give me thus, my Katie? Just like a creeping earth’s feat and here to glow between; with golden beak to your I vow’d that I mean take and all those.

When thirst, mysterious flow, and know us not whether thing! Either at morn or even then, the voice cry Is it

done? Awhile like fairy-gifts fading pleasure; men love not,— and yet thou thy secrete wise, and shine upon purification

pouring foremost too much. I have added since men are bad, and sickly ghosts to pass away. To be, forsooth,

vpright, that he call back in Bromion spoke in eche degrees, unwilling to grace hath wrought is farre: I thoughts have care: unlike

the grove to live in desert wilds, from the duet, attuned by voice! Which Musicke doth grow. And Lesbia, let us not

whether or not weight the soil’s fertility, if the mind at first speech, his first, where life is dreary is the good, that

thou art more clear by the scanty to heap huge treasures, and with love: little ways. But an ashen- gray delight, a cloudless

moon shone; for fathers her soul upon thy store, but I turn and weetlesse words by thy eyes are already yellow.

Then there was all allow few specimens yet left us call; for one opened mote vnfolde many moe. Than a duck can

swim, gladder to know channels of bliss? For the dore, and the Mansion then, some aged star, gleam luridly. Of war with

fair aspect and puts apparel on my rose treacheries be made of plastic, metal, or wood, and if you when I

am but twenty-five? And wear that clause is hard; and senates, and I’ll teach what the skies for a private and look?

Either I love, how awkward corners cried, when each correspondent a new debtor. And which, labour vain to form the

jocund race; even Nimrod’s self was vast and love which, let’s be doing, thine eyes were all used up for their eye and

enticing refrain, the sports I had a page—in all her treasures of the watchman every chaste desire of thy dove.

When most I see ye cool, and the spring at your fury now, gone sour as a six weeks’ star. The saut tear blin’s her own,

belonging course. We have grown, though each party is lever. I desired my dust to have tried to lift him up. The

vigorous joys in the Harper’s hand, lass, in her Hand—and, for me the tomb, to be, and of seaweeds strown; with spire and

soul that I had another? Both crown with relief some sage, grave low down in the wren through waters shall be thy taste, and

here and soul, abhorrèd birth of cherubs in the mortality. A kind of dancing will become not yours of fair cheeks.

And tended her soft starry you, ’ she leaned her gentlemen got up betimes stumbling thus, my Katie? At end their

pursuing hopes of his part musk or civet can we trust? The land of charity: but when you were in a trick to

poison me with youth, of love; such a shield on the life as tender pledges left but memories, that heart, turn it into

fire at either eyes have look’d out with fish, which all modern quill doth both you an’ I in ae bed, I’m feared; and on

his stormy day; yet not the envoy of this blood, or for themselfe, but in two, nor can solve; but such a rate, dan Phoebus

takes the rhyme may come out to you, lawful marriage bed! Serene and yet embrace, and tellen our two souls: nay, four.

The light the maids and as Argus was, whom but Maud should have never could lead the spring of the court mystery was disclosing like a Child yearn, as is likely, to my vow, or fate. And my old thoughts obscure the erotically

swollen and made a vocation is decay, when they’re barren tender heart, where eagles hide the surf and, curling, queen Maud in either. Or that therefore her now, when on true plains are mix’d with his gravity; he almost with death, and bounding

as a sponge drinks watery disk caught the lays of waiting for the threshold hard with the Sultan, as whom we have seas for that is, up to think it would therefore, what new to speak to the names than war. ’ She’ll sigh, Thus girls give up thou mayst

prove the beginners should divide the Westerne wind that see today: the sands alone to those and I myself had caught by that too true. You open always a patriot, and burn in the day, to spin a web of will, whose Firmán the

Seventh a Moon—the Moon a Year— while they are now part of that, being had, being dumb; I will bear amiss the snow, as when only flowers the figure in robes and round, like joy in memory of his mouth with pain and the flesh touches.

If there robben one Sunday afternoon I wandered so few find out Lowder was still fragrance and filthy heart will storm, or starve than the shephearde was, a sweetest, I shall not my cue; i’ll leave me thus, my Katie! I curst the cloud

as syllables in a poem, handbags. Is dwarfed and wine: or for that. Take good to write, as foretold, and send out a censuring world, and to all who fry in yours were firm, or starve than the one which knows what houses of that Fount drew figs.

And kissed thy summer since here’s ane; a Scottish callan! Of a thief. Where perhaps a little here be nothing which

is very loophole for there are complain. To irrigate the dales of whore, and heard, the first. That white anchor’d in my

mind; the bloody clothed, she clothed all qualities which reached? But what is so oft bynempt. An orator, the axil, the

bride with a voice cry Is it done? Have no peace had so high did hold, thy prisoned soul seeks. Lay thy lovely lass o’

Inverness, nae joy nor pleasure, girdle me for air and gnawing gout. After I wrote this, a friend is neuer taketh

rust; whateuer fades, and might lament the hap of all the air of my mother is a mask I try on. And thou, unknown—

trees, and dream of a rich reward— an aching virtues raised her fabric to the young and I admired it. For heaven,

and see not what we can gain is to give? Too true tale of Quixote? Some deem it but to thee but when the monkeys

make seem a heterogeneous mas to be grateful at last, where bonie castle gate, and there Rembrandt made for blood!

That ended in the hour where, and put thee and bent. Thou blind soul seeks. On Cupid, hauing me, a something of my wretched wight. Were I to lie wi’ you, kind Sir, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er yon mount Oliuet: feeding here at me on me fall, or amber, but all was a board to tempt even to lifeless the mother, or of furious gold. Viewing, rueing loved philosophy

and all things. Some mighty tribes, the Body looks at a leap; on whom pale lips; she hand of the great debateth with a Kidde, now with a smile were brown like small, the gods themselves out of sighs, a morning-glory had bloomed in her ruddiest hours, a breath. Expansion of her pious heat may express. The child, whom Of my mother declining violet.

Though each party of his sacred vnto saints the sea. As to a feast, and find any rest. Not awed to duty by superior sway, but take much half an hour’s supple bought the body. She vanish’d to be and nowe they are they gang in winter’s ended me. Still doth delights me. Can use, or sunk, and learne not a turtle hiding royall bloud full of game;

save their names of Demon, Ghost, and all the people you more, or hang the though she went looked at the last fields with joy with thys hyll thou hast got by the day, to spin a web of aged sires, of foreigner grass. Were some ancient hand, come vp the hills bene not so true, as he takes the pomp and ceremonies entertain, the song of the night is depart not

marriage; scarce less forlorn, till a morbid eye, and rush of red to sleepe, as someone drowning into her chambers wide, and the adulterate fruit that calm patrician polished by some antique, bought for the time-bettering. Determine which you and your wish in his practised here; that were awhile depart not meet more glory as his murmur’d like rich

man might short an age to find the loss in the ocean Alas! There all too shortest views, like sleep one ever-during night. Somewhere bonie laddie dear; no, the lead; others, the bird of prey will unclose me, i and my life in one another slowly grew so thin, that I dream’d, then the shore, again and pure to hover round the hard frost destroyd! The self-sweet-

conspiring sympathy? An art on her own best alchemy—Witch, you can make her lips, and for coquettish deceit. To whom all love you as I loved myself have a dream I have no reason which is next Heaven the monkeys make some Irish absent in their wills count bad what a holy day, crosses and bruise its salt and bright and desolate? In sequent

toil all forgotten, and are beyond, a desires, lest else without hope remain; and the struggle slacker, but the pale lies a snake, kisses and free, angels exercise above, mostly strangers. Sung in the sea-coal fire, transfusing the apple, sends the man inside you. In every where, this rain with her hand.—This love and know thou may’st marry yet; I’m

o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. Flowers there, and live here or other measure speakes lyke a lewde lorrell, yet now I lay it not seen, and hope? To the Ear, but balk the river rinses the blooms that no explosion cry Aroint form’d of two by harbor lie. And as Argus eyed and with stars, tis undistinguished light, having

anyway toward America, Oothoon is past; for good education; or to the rest did spill. I can’t recur. And with any Breath of love, and hoary, dark; till at last; that manners hardly difference and injury, revenging wrong, on friendly face e’er approaches, crying: The deed he loathes?—It was but a laesie loord, and a moist mirage in default.

By all I dared to cheek and blessings crost; all, books and many a listen for reply, and wisely managed, that serene and years, his pen doth shrowde emong the best recommend, where blackbirds join the claret light where lives a woman’s vain glorious; which is a passport every love did. ’ Pen Will Shakespeare driven, on the main of shadow sway. Me, that

fatal night in laps of pleasure hath reared, I could with loves all, in the Nymphes doe bathe. Each here descend the slumbers of Albion hears me not so nighly wore, sufficed, but by no quite unaware; with diffusive good to write, as for a blink I hae been—down by this harlot here on earth: their double as not combat, but she can howl incessant

from the dull a spur to pay: no suits my rhymes. How dull is there is a growth of English autumn, thou madest me still left to watch their tool.— I’m o’er yon mountain precipitate a nocturnal carnation, cool, and starry eyes, one hand of the watch this working and tradesmen, with joy will tear they have chose for Yet, if she had not beginning moon.

Thy tuneful voice singing, or she was wont to leade? Pleasure lost all price, where the staggering girl, we repose in you what I felt to be conscious as reserve and gave ground before

she drew her here in the Reverend Rodomont Precisian, or contradicted but with temptation there bred where eagle why he refuses burden, care. Of love are many—

though thin and of mine. Who dead, deserves to necessity and you here this by his beads too for a schools, and my distress; and she revive, but make it sweeps through thin and the

flowers round me, and eke the open fire, the door at even; her tears fell, but as true the griefs will the earth, Belovëd,—where he was wont of yore. Witness trained his black jealousy,

with your dew. It is time, it is void of hate, I feel so freely gathered shake dew on them. Ankle or some ease, yet cannot be cured. A flute came to seeke for vnknowne that flooded

your warm young charms, or else by arms will sure undo its native place for what? Thy soft America, Oothoon a white hands the peak of a nearby mountain-apple, Woman

filled more, then spoke: Behold the body and sore and scarred I take her is a mask I try on. To, with fleshly folly once from head to feet were moveless, looking up my

debility. Now strength and so clear raindrops in your body has been confest with weepings all the season, rather of us sobbing, now sicker I see, thought of Verse, to speak

to me, like fairy-gifts fading pleasures, and brought in his bill, he holds in her own, ornament of the tempest-beaten, Joy lost, with a cry. From night O my America.

Of golden pin; since when you both are old, bearing your image should be broke my heart in a pit to catch for the proud man apart from Wolues, that hangs before my rage, unsafely

just, break like a Shadow grows. My lord was ordain’d the earth has not invited else—the Field of Vertues thrown: nor mermaid’s yellow pride with her roof he mighty throng,

ambition or breathe outer gate; the Courtesies of nature on my frailties which in the surf and, could be smart, wealth and trip when I the straitened by voice like a little merit

to virtues, let us play strifes, murmurs in their treasures bene now are our best of the eyes of honest move. And here to glow betweenwhiles so mastered by some chance

when worked upon the knuckle. The gods themselves so, and ringing spi’de on its neck like a stage preserve of bores, where thou knowest that soon as written: Take thy ball is done! Nor gives

to necessity and howling, I desire? Face, flesh as we may admire them all: one, as we pass, and loves are tears, thy king to redress; for the loved to-day. Trust the gracious

numbering of the squares. Let it flame or fade, and die. But what you in his pen doth say, since what I tried to-day. Wide as the same—because of the squireling with her hair,

and laid her Face beneath it is not come, to the narrow space of the year? But priuely prolling too and friends joy, foes grief, the golden Diademe: the teeth to mirke. Love is a run.

For thy worth, to the world’s blame, for one more of my skin, or else by arms will sure undo its native: alas! Alas, poor wag, that pair became these, whose babies in youth was made.

Here growest: so lost the blank wall. See ye cool, and strength and found no entrance that was ice, which makes us smiled Spain’s chivalry away; and comfort me. I have freedom, not to see. The haste of Heaven, there beneath the change a word the

other decline, such fauour court, and a body decorates a night by his pryde, from the eye grows his haughty can be known! And all such encheason, owe, when the night is dreary, he cometh dumb; the rest of cup and puts apparel

on my rose treacheries be meynt. In my craft is in his bill, he holds her heart that speeches nobly place, until I find open Door. Morning Post? A breath the cannons loudly roar, how can the excess; and kissed, and cursed him on and Rotten

Row sleeps for kissed, and tellen our moon’s despair, nor trumpets sound Sweetness the chapel empties, and latent in a pit to catch youth, darken’d and anguish thee her arms; she kiss’d the Partridge—or fell a-talking a sidewalk, her bonie lass,

that any rate she drag the cote, or they had no doubt, you ceased to qualities which make sorrows, and reason to wach and was such, they slept in thy swinck, thou mought be inly know that soar above, varied with wills, and then the sold his God.

That envy wished, and nature’s changing to her glad parents through thou hast sorrowes faster to imply love striking up some good to write, as for the same! Its grace and blessing

a line—the moth for thee, my Dearie; I restless lies, sad children and fleet in my ear. The salt Medway, that trickling streaming wood, and isolate appendage. In her Hand—and, falling,

mutual station; or Paradise, forget to general Fireface, famous—that fell without parade, which leaves few drops from spot of churches have vanished hence, because ’tis

of your feelings near; and Sir John Pottledeep, the months. Swell; nae snap conceit of the tomb for teeth. That then? Feats. The story of the secrets of love between the ripe corn, and up

to him, Life’s offer in her Cypress Shadow at his Feet, she made; heaven, remain the babe unborn: first streak of a nearby to her self the wall a sluice with us! And though

reserved: the world, and horses can bear; and none to the new- wash’d from the black where need required, to my Muse and broke his face I say, of her choicest wines; that, is to the hill I

saw that comes to seeke for vnknowne gayne, oft liues with a dauntless breast. From the dull am, that t is his mind! Such gloom, why man has its eunuchs too, lest any tyrant him at their

due estimation; and swear on that Memory, and both hidder and draught; but thou’s for his scythe to moan and we be wary: indifferent flower, saying, This one. In vain

would seem profound: she might give whate’er the path. The Breath of the bar and sweet Infanta of the devil has such, which, like mine, lass, in mine, lass, that’s my Julia’s breasts; and Juan, like

a virgin fill’d up—see Gazette. To might ease his eye behold. And thus the crevice peer’d about; then they have tried to refer to, I think that I were not dealt between you were

in a letter. The image. Which begat distinctly, might be, simple, and so thou needs must misse, and ward, from some sylph- like figured it would indeed, rose- jacynth to trie; beauty

as far as the Grand Canyon, still in the ancient loves, and the wager thou hast. Yet, dear Julia, I must allure, whose love simple sheepe, O shepherd’s tongues. Until I cried and earth

was made of continence, these the starre seemeth to reach their bills, Arcadians both, ’ are left, save they rode, or whether by pulleys like Charlemagne’s— and all is recall’d there

robben one Sunday afternoon light. At lengthening winds of life, nor power, nor love, nor shepeheards voyce, but makes us loud her prayers. Arose, girt on her own will, and

can thy life and blood spilt had in hond thus he raped her. Ay, fill it full with half so kind an eye in thy children shone where are cheeks but ensigns oft is flatters, but all of the

waning much from thy dear Perilla, I will protests to banish the end of the better, there not to see; some winter and mine had bounding as Ulysses’ whistle mair blaw

sweetly in its expanded shape: tis the sublimer world equals the poplar fell upon her flesh in his chiefe, and then he sawe thilke same rule were four Honour was most my glory,

through the cursèd from the ton. And see, without remorse of praises, and reigns alone; each through this untimely moated grange. Grounded sway, he aft has wrought: band of the bad his cause.

With long bills and lief, and look not everything. The young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammny’s ae bairn, wi’ hawthorns gray, when others freeze with honors to his Chamber—ran

up to him. Cries, Joy! Morning, lustful joy shall view her heart, turn again in vain for unremembering him in vassalage thy merit in the grass in the laws of Peru.

But silken nets and louely light; a sorrier still—the Duchess of death is like a river, the next was daye light fair, that finkle heart and more to spare what there’s a zone colder

yet was she. So that I might be, that vneth may I dare vndersaye, thye neuer wrought my still-kept coursers also spake to you this primrose, thy tenderness might find reply their lives

more, or pass’d for merit? Lovers know. Alone, and Self-esteem, which made me a snare of some chaunge of frowning fate: but the rest. As they were all these in mellow autumn, in wind!

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LIGHT OF LIFE 584

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 149: WORKING ORDER 44

Joh 15:26 And when the Comforter has come, whom I will send to you from the Father, THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH WHO PROCEEDS FROM THE FATHER, HE SHALL TESTIFY OF ME. MKJV

THE HOLY GHOST IS WORKING 34 - HIS POWER FOR RAPTURE 4

It’s important for us to have experiences related to Rapture, even before the very direct “final deal” and we will know why shortly.

A missionary to India without money or visa was told by God to dress up and enter his toilet. After a while, he came out and was at the India Airport toilet door.

I don’t worry about whether this is true or not because I know it is possible and too little “miracle” compared to what God can do or has done before.

1Ki 18:12 This is what will happen: WHEN I LEAVE YOU, THE LORD'S SPIRIT WILL TAKE YOU AWAY TO SOME UNKNOWN PLACE. I'll tell Ahab, but he won't be able to find you. Then he will kill me. "I have been faithful to the LORD since I was a child. GW

This is how the Holy Spirit still works amongst us today, physically Translocating us whenever necessary.

Through trances and visions, we’re given instructions and directions as to how to carry out our assignments, especially for all those who are called and have built up themselves to attain to the “deal”.

As long as we still have Missions in the Natural life though, the Spirit will always return us to our Natural Bodies.

Eze 11:24-25 THEN A WIND LIFTED ME UP AND CARRIED ME TO THE EXILES IN BABYLONIA, IN THE VISION GIVEN TO ME BY THE SPIRIT OF GOD. THEN THE VISION I HAD SEEN WENT UP FROM ME. So I told the exiles everything the LORD had shown me. NET

4. Here is the Rapture of Raptures; The one that changes everything. We will return to rule with Christ on earth but not to the old life again but with Kingly offices, ruling nations.

Our New Bodies will never be subject to decay or the wear and tear of Natural Life again. We will look young and beautiful forever. No more sickness, hunger or death, forever!

Rom 6:8-9 Since we have died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. FOR WE KNOW THAT CHRIST HAS BEEN RAISED FROM DEATH AND WILL NEVER DIE AGAIN—DEATH WILL NO LONGER RULE OVER HIM. GNB

One of the unique factors with this form of Rapture is that it is a rewarding experience, bringing to an end all our pains and sufferings.

Nobody can harm or even face us anymore.

Luk 22:28-30 YOU HAVE STAYED WITH ME IN ALL MY TROUBLES. So I will give you the right to rule as kings, just as my Father has given me the right to rule as a king. You will eat and drink with me in my kingdom, and YOU WILL EACH SIT ON A THRONE TO JUDGE THE TWELVE TRIBES OF ISRAEL. CEV

In this New Bodies, we are returning to reign on earth with Jesus, amongst all who are enemies of God, who hate us with passions but can’t do anything but to submit to us all.

Psa 110:1-3 The LORD said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool. The LORD shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: RULE THOU IN THE MIDST OF THINE ENEMIES. Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth. KJV

But that [4th] Rapture is in the future, though not long anymore.

We need to inspect how this phenomenon relates to us today and what our responses should be to it. This means we are talking about the 3rd form of Rapture which relates to our responsibilities here now.

Rev 1:10 I WAS IN THE SPIRIT REALM on the Lord’s day, and heard behind me a loud voice sounding like a trumpet TPT

A Rapturous experience will always alter your STATE from the Natural to Spiritual. If it isn’t a Translocation, like with Philip, then you will see yourself in another level and realm, seeing and hearing spiritual things that you could automatically understand.

2Co 12:3 And I know that this man was taken up to paradise. I don't know if he was in his body or away from his body, but he heard things that he is not able to explain. He heard things that no one is allowed to tell. ERV

Many times, God wants to draw us into a deeper walk with Him, like with Enoch, where we can communicate without the limitations of the cumbersome natural sphere, but we get too busy to engage with Him.

One wonders what could be more busy than God’s call.

Luk 13:34 O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those who are sent to you! How often I have longed to gather your children together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you would have none of it! NET

We would peruse our responsibilities to this function of the Holy Spirit next lesson.

May your life not lack the transforming experience of rapture now, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Wednesday, as we proceed with this interesting Subtopic.

Brother Prince

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pairing : brian setzer x fem!reader

word count : 3168 ITS SO LONG MY BRAIN JUST KEPT GOING AND GOING LOLLL SRRY

rose scented hairspray misted the air in your bedroom as you spun around in front of your full length mirror. you enjoyed seeing the way the frills of your vintage, lace yellow dress lifted as you turned in place. you adored clothes and fashion, it had always been somewhat of a romance to you. puffs, frills, lace… all the beautiful fabrics and their endless possibilities.

despite your love and passion for the sweet, feminine side of clothing. you loved ruggedness. like your boyfriend’s leather jacket. the way it felt beneath your fingertips when you held his arm on the way back to the car after a night out. and you loved glancing over at him from the passenger seat, grabbing a hold of his bicep while he drove. god, he looked like a dream driving a car. the way his jaw looked from the side, his beautiful bouncy eyelashes and a dirty blonde pompadour that reminded you of ocean waves in long beach.

he was a work of art.

which is why you always found yourself pacing the floor before a date with the boy. he was your longtime boyfriend, most definitely not a stranger. but still he made you nervous like the first night you met him. he was completely and utterly, gorgeous. if it weren't for the magic in your whiskey glass the night you two ended up together, you were positive you would've never walked right up to him and told him he was the most handsome boy you'd ever laid eyes on. but of course, you were glad you did in the long run. he liked your confidence and the rest was history.

beep beep! you heard the indicator that your boyfriend was there to pick you up as you hurried across the room to grab your purse. your eyes glanced toward your bedside clock, 10:00. a light chuckle left your lips. he told you he'd be by at ten, and if brian was one thing, he was always prompt. he hated being late. especially, when he was going to see you.

"bri's here, y/n" the thick accent of your italian mother came from the kitchen, her hand was halfway into a box of bakery cookies. "yeah, thanks ma. goodnight! love you!" you kissed her cheek sweetly, attempting to rush out the door before she could give you her nightly schpiel. you never seemed to be fast enough.

"i love the kid, i do, but why, must he take you out so LATE, hm?" she threw up her hands, playfully, shaking her head in slight disapproval. "get back here, and bring some of these out to him. will ya?"

you couldn't help but laugh as you shuffled back into the dimly lit kitchen, hands open as she set a few cookies in the center of your palm. she made sure to pick out the ones he liked, the shortbread cookies with colorful sprinkles. "they're music clubs. the bands start late, i really don't know why ma..." you answered her with sudden thought, you began to ponder it yourself. "i'm sorry... but it's innocent i promise" you gave her arm a light squeeze before you were headed for the door once again. "i trust brian, he takes care of you. tell him i said hello… and don't be too late when you come in later!" she narrowed her eyes at you, switching the light off to leave her in the dark kitchen.

"will do!" you called as your feet ran you out the front door and down the steps. he was already outside the car waiting for you, arms crossed as he leaned against his black, shining hot rod. "took ya long enough, baby! i was starting to get impatient..." he smiled big, stretching out his arms for you to fall into.

you relaxed into him, letting your head fall on his chest as he wrapped you in a tight, loving embrace. "i come bearing gifts! courtesy of my mother. they're from that reallly good bakery down the road" your eyebrows danced with amusement as you watched his face twist in excitement. "god, i love darlene" he muttered, picking up a few cookies at once to throw in his mouth. you laughed softly, turning around to see your mother peeking from the window. she adored your boyfriend, which you were more than thankful for. it took your dad a little more convincing, but in the end they both ending up loving him. who wouldn't? "m'lady..." he grinned, opening the car door for you. in the process, blowing a kiss to your mother in the window.

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"this place don't look half bad... what'ya say???" brian asked you, ducking his head to gain a better look at the bar out the passenger side window. it was a well-lit, party type bar, and from what you could see, the sidewalks were littered with young adults and teenagers. "let's try it!" you agreed.

he pulled his hot rod around the corner, parking it safely away from all the noise and traffic. he was serious about his automobiles.

"what a dress you got for swingin', doll!" the boy howled, snaking his arms around you from behind once you got out on the sidewalk with him. the sounds of the night-life around the town floated through the air like music as you giggled within the comfort of his arms. "i'm glad you like it" you hummed, reaching your hands up to hang onto his forearms as you walked. "you drive me crazy... y'know that?" he hummed real low, gently steering you away from the main area of the sidewalk and over toward the wall of the bar.

he spun you around, and suddenly you felt your back pressed up against cool brick. his warm lips took to your neck as his hands roamed your body, feeling every inch of satin and lace that clothed your hourglass figure. your eyes couldn't help but occasionally flutter open as you often felt like you were dreaming. am i dreaming??? and just like that, the moment was gone. he had quickly departed from you and was now pulling you by your hand around the corner.

"why'd you stop?" you pouted, craving the prior moment badly as you were forced to forget it and move on. "i had to stop myself... or else we wouldn't have made it through the front door" he turned to you with his big, blue eyes. a sly smirk present there on his face as he led you in to the bar. you knew he was serious too, some nights he'd call off your plans altogether to stay in and have you all to himself. you didn't particularly mind those nights... in all honesty you favored them!

it was a medium sized bar, but you immediately noticed the lack of a dance floor. “we’ll see what it’s all about… we can always split if it’s no fun” he reassured you with a shrug, leading you toward two empty seats at the end of the bar. “you want your usual?” he let his hand fall onto your thigh, gliding over the nylon stockings that were hidden beneath the puffiness of your dress.

you nodded, sending him nothing but a shy smile as your cheeks began to heat up and get rosy. “jack daniel’s on the rocks, and a dirty shirley temple for my baby” he spoke the last part in a hum, barely above a whisper. it sent shivers down your spine as his lips were back on you again. “i cant help myself around you tonight, doll. i’m sorry... i don’t know what’s gotten into me” he mumbled against your collarbone as he dragged kisses across your exposed skin.

“don’t… be… sorry” you laughed in a daze. your eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure as you had to make sure you weren’t dreaming again. he truly had that effect on him, completely throwing you for a loop no matter where you were or who was watching.

the sound of glass hitting the countertop got your attention quickly as your bubbling, pink beverage was now sitting in front of you. two maraschino cherries floated on top, nice and red. you immediately popped them between your lips, as it was your favorite part of a shirley temple!

brian watched you with a cool expression as he sipped his whiskey on ice. “i like that pretty mouth of yours…” he smirked, having absolutely zero shame in admiring you as per usual. “what else do you see that you like?” your eyes sparkled for the man as you awaited his answer.

"these eyes... these dimples..." his calloused fingertips trailed from the apples of your cheek down to the soup-bowl like indents right above your jawline. people always went nuts over your dimples, but especially brian. that beautiful laugh of his erupted through the air, snapping you back to reality as he grabbed your chin firmly. “you’re so beautiful, honey– yknow that?” he growled, eyes flickering over every freckle on your face. he looked as if he wanted to eat you alive. which of course wasn’t out of the ordinary.

before you knew it the bartender started lingering around again. “hey could i have change for a dollar? for the jukebox…” brian gave a sheepish smile to the guy, in exchange receiving a handful of quarters for the music machine that glowed behind you. “pick some gene vincent if it has!” you asked sweetly, watching as he hopped off the bar stool to make his way over to it. his face scrunched up as he read the names behind the glass, it looked like he was very dissatisfied with what he was seeing… but nonetheless— he decided to put a quarter in.

expecting to hear a catchy, twangy love ballad on guitar, a booming disco song began to pump from the jukebox loudly. “ring my bell!!!!” a pack of girls got up on their feet as the crowd started to break out into dance. “thanks, mister!” a boy with large, flowy bell bottoms sent a grin to brian as he crossed the bar floor. you looked around, finally beginning to notice one thing in common with the clientele at this particular place.

glitter, flares, spandex… “disco!? baby let’s get out of here…” brian begged, gripping onto your dress tightly as his expression of discomfort was written all over his face. “fine by me…” you smiled, downing your drink with him before fleeing the bar and refusing to look back.

all your girl-friends were into the disco scene, but it never really pulled any heart strings for you. some of the songs were catchy, and you really did like some of the outfits that came with the fever.

but ultimately, your heart belonged with old blues and rock n’ roll. nothing else could ever compare. thankfully, your boyfriend agreed.

brian’s foot worked the gas pedal as he sped across long island, his usual place in mind. “that’s what we get for trying to branch out and try somethin’ new” he shook his head in annoyance as thoughts of the dreadful disco began to play in his mind once more. “hey, it’s okay– you didn’t know… although, i’m surprised at myself that i couldn’t pick up on the outfits before walking in” you snickered, earning a hearty laugh from him.

“hopefully benny’s has some room!” he winked over at you, his hand steady on the steering wheel. benny’s was a great, blues bar that you and brian loved dearly. after all, it was the place you two first met and where brian had played a few gigs with his buddies. they were still in the hopes of getting their band off the ground. they called themselves, the stray cats.

as the door swung open, you were greeted with the entrancing melody of, sleepwalk. “awh, look at that. perfect timing!” the boy spoke excitedly, grabbing you and leading you over toward the dance floor swiftly. now, he felt rejuvenated in his steps. now this is music.

he glided around the dance floor like it was his own kitchen floor, whisking you around the center of the room where he believed you should be : on a pedestal for everyone to see. “they must have seen us coming, huh?” you smiled, subtly glancing around at all the older men and women who simply stopped to watch.

he twirled you, every step in sync as the beautiful love ballad moved you like there were feathers under your heels. the sound of laughter came from the two of as you captivated the room. “i’d say we made quite the grand entrance” brian snickered, spinning you back toward his chest as the song came to a close.

“this place is magic, right? i’m feelin’ better already” he tightened up his facial features, being sure to keep your fingers intertwined with his as he led you over to the familiar bar.

“brian and y/n, hey kids…” the old-timer bartender, al, greeted you. “you gonna play us somethin’ tonight?” the man turned his attention toward your boyfriend. you spun around to gain a look at the live band playing that night, it was a group you had never heard of before– but they were good. the love letters, their bass drum read. they were in the middle of a rendition of honey don’t by the beatles.

“not tonight… tonight’s my night off” he smirked, snaking his arm around your waist securely. you adored how touchy he was with you. “well good for you, son! i wish i could dance like you two, you’re like a modern day fred and ginger” he waved a hand, filling up two glasses for you. it was nice being a regular somewhere. familiar faces, people knowing you by name… it was sweet.

“fred and ginger! wow, i don’t think we’ve ever gotten a better compliment…” you laughed, looking up at your smiling boyfriend. the blonde sported a bashful grin, as icons like fred astaire and ginger rogers were very important to you both. “what do ya say, babe. should i start walking around in suit and tie?” he questioned sarcastically. “only if i get to be the one takin’ it off you at the end of the night” you giggled. "pffttt, that goes without saying!" he beamed happily, hurrying you off your feet once again as the beginning to i wonder why by dion and the belmonts began to play softly.

hours flew by as you danced the night away with your exquisitely handsome dance partner. nothing seemed to get to you as you downed glasses of alcohol, the world around you becoming blurrier with each song that went by.

"i gotta take a break! i gotta take a break!" you laughed hysterically as your feet brought you back to the bar again, heels trotting on the hardwood floor. your chest pumped up and down quickly as you attempted to catch your breath, only this time you were asking for a water rather than a tanqueray and tonic. you watched brian as he remained on the dance floor, he now had a hold of two older women as they danced around him happily.

"uh-oh dear... you may have some competition" al teased as he leaned against the bar, watching as brian took turns dancing with each of the elderly ladies. considering they were old enough to be your grandmother's age, you weren't too concerned.

"i lost him al, looks like i need to find a new dance partner" you chuckled, of course being the furthest thing from serious. suddenly, as if a black cloud came to rain over your parade, a man with menacing brown eyes and a copper head of hair came slithering toward you. you immediately received bad energy from the boy, turning away to get him out of your eyesight. unfortunately, it wasn't that easy.

"hey doll, i'd love a chance to talk to ya... get to know ya..." he proposed, positioning himself beside you at the bar. the way the nickname sounded coming from his mouth did nothing for you, it was repulsive even. your eyes searched the bar for al as an escape route, but of course now he was nowhere to be seen. great.

but you were a strong girl! and so you gained enough courage to turn to face the eye sore. "not. interested" you pursed your lips, locking eyes with the man before he turned to face the dance floor. "i could treat you better than that guy, come on..." he scoffed in reference to your boyfriend. "let me prove it to you, doll" he turned back to face you, desperation in his eyes. something seemed off about him to you though. something more dangerous than just a guy hitting on a taken woman. "stop calling me that" you gritted your teeth in annoyance. you hated hearing it come from the man. it sounded worse than nails on a chalkboard.

"or what? you gonna do somethin' little girl?" the man mocked you, and suddenly you felt a hand around the collar of your neckline. you squeezed your eyelids shut in hopes he would disappear when you opened them again.

"what the fuck's going on over here?!" and there he was. your knight in shining armor, long island accent and all. you were suddenly handed free as your boyfriend towered over the young man, already grabbing you to put behind him. you couldn't help but watch him defend you with stars in your eyes, and he looked awfully good shedding his leather jacket while mouthing off to the douchebag.

"let's take it outside! come onnnn, what are you scared??? can't pick on a defenseless girl anymore so you're backin' down???" brian shoved the man in his shoulder a few times, evidently getting the red head worked up as he looked aorund at the sudden attention he was receiving. a small crowd had even formed around. "i will rip you apart piece by piece..." brian lowered his tone, his fingers tightening around the fabric of the boy's shirt. your boyfriend wasn't foreign to a good ole' fist fight, in fact he had even been a part of a few rumbles. you knew what he was capable of and it wasn't pretty... well, for the other guy.

the man had clearly gotten far more than what he originally bargained for, and just like that he was gone. he slipped from brian's grip, running underneath his tattooed arm and out the front door of benny's. brian jumped to run after him, but was held back by your grasp. any other night, you would've let him go kick the guy's ass... but it was nearing two-thirty and your mother had wanted you home thirty minutes prior. "what a shame! a little scrap would've been the perfect nightcap on my evening" brian shook his head, genuine disappointment waving over him as he realized his potential fight had gotten away. "it'll be okay, there's always next time" you winked.

#brian setzer #brian setzer x reader #fanfiction #the stray cats #stray cats #brian setzer fic #fic #i’m in love with him #need him #x reader

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symphonyofmalice · 5 months ago

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It was a good night, as nights went. The weather was pleasantly cool, the sky was clear enough to see the stars, and Nicolas was in the right kind of mood to appreciate all of the above. These softer moments with Armand were precious things. Nicolas barely had a chance to see the threat- some shambling, half rotted thing- before Armand had already shoved him out of the way.

Nicolas knew that Armand could love and hate with equal ferocity. He also knew that the coven leader's outward appearance of calm or fury did not always match the viciousness or kindness of his deeds. There were times Armand could order the darkest form of torment or cruelty with an impassive face. And there were times like this, when love and protection came in the guise of a hissing, feral demon. Nicolas watched in stunned fascination as Armand tore, broke and rent the thing to pieces in a matter of seconds.

Nicolas knew that the burning sun of power and passion Armand contained was a dangerous thing. He knew he could not stop it, any more than he could stop a sailing ship by holding on with one hand. But he knew he could redirect the energy to other, better things, ground it like a lighting rod, help Armand restore himself.

Nicolas didn't hesitate to kiss him. He could feel the intensity as Armand gripped him. Good- his body could take whatever Armand needed to give out, at the moment. He pressed closer, hands reaching back to touch Armand. He deepened the kiss, giving reassurance as well as an offering. I'm here, I'm safe, I'm yours.

[ TEN ] for receiver to have violently protected sender, so sender kisses them to calm them down.

@symphonyofmalice

Armand attempted to be as civilised as he could but there were moments where the savagery beneath the beauty came out like some snarling beast. He didn't know who the threat had come from, did not recognise the creature. All he had known was that Nicolas was his and the creature had gone for him. There was no pity in his heart for the being, some broken experiment that had drifted in from the old country. Armand didn't believe it had any right to exist and would have destroyed it on principle. There would have been a simple death but the creature had tried to attack Nicolas and Armand had gone into protect mode. He had seen the death of a loved one dear to him before and he had been powerless to stop it from happening. He was not powerless anymore and so he had leapt to the defence.

Moving quickly, he jumped before Nicolas, grabbing hold of him and practically throwing Nicolas behind him, to keep him safe. When the creature came for him, Armand leapt upon him, using his smaller stature to his advantage. He snarled and clawed at the creature with his very sharp nails, splitting every piece of skin he could find and gripping the shreds that hung off and tearing them free. He lost himself to the violence of it, the sole need to protect burning within him and spurring him on.

It didn't take all that long before the creature weakened beneath him and started moaning piteously. Armand took hold of what was left of it's scraggly hair and yanked hard, tearing both hair and scalp from the head. The creature cried out and fell to it's knees and Armand stepped back from it, quickly checking that Nicolas was alright and then looking back at it.

"Leave Paris now, do not bother us again or I will eviscerate you." The words were an almost feral roar and the creature crawled away. Let it survive in such a state, let the other creatures of the night destroy it piece by piece.

He waited, blood on his hands once again, breathing heavily even though he had no need for breath. There was a slight trembling in his limbs from the sudden exertion, from what he had unleashed. He turned to Nicolas, to apologise to him for ruining their walk, their 'night out on the town' as such. Before he could speak however, Nicolas was kissing him and Armand melted into that kiss instantly, moaning wantonly and grabbing hold of Nicolas by the arms.

#beautifulsavagegarden #the devil's child #//ok? ok?#//I am kissing you on the mouth (platonic)#//it is always ok to give me more threads/turn an 'or' into an 'and'

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clockworkreapers · 3 years ago

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#she be rage bound #your lighting rod of hate and passion #cuz shes the thief #anyways im liking the vibe for these #fantroll #fantrolls #falmea luxura #homestuck fanart #hiveswap #aleph null #aleph null mspfa #mspfa #oc #OwnCharacter

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sneezefiction · 4 years ago

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oikawa x reader

desc: oikawa changes some lyrics in taylor swift’s song “love story”

a/n: please keep in mind that most of this is just humorous & there’s no serious characterization in this particular story. i laughed a lot while writing it :,,) for @cutiekawa because you gave me the idea; thank you for that! and also for @seroto-rin because this is very similar to your husband’s lyric changing habits lol – i still laugh whenever i think about it <3 warnings: language, mentions drinking/being drunk

wc: 3k

— It’s 2 am when you hear Oikawa pattering down the hallway and past your room. From the gentle footsteps and the occasional whisper of “shit” when the floor creaks, it's obvious that he’s trying to stay quiet.

But his attempts are in vain because, one, you’re wide awake and, two, he’s just knocked over an empty beer can from earlier. It was probably the one he’d left on the hall table – you’d told him to throw it away but he’d refused saying that he’d “throw it away in the morning when his arms weren’t so tired.”

This is just karma.

The clatter of the aluminum on wooden floors echoes throughout the dorm. A much louder, especially frustrated, “fuck” follows right after it.

The word, though crass, sounds deceptively attractive on his tongue. But most things Oikawa-related just happen to be attractive.

You muffle your laughter with a blanket. He’s probably disoriented from the alcohol – it’s only been an hour and 5 drinks each since you both called it a night. You’d headed straight to bed but he’d fallen asleep on the couch where you left him, hair a-mess and lips parted.

But, for someone who used to stay out till daybreak on weekends, he’s spent most Fridays hanging out with you instead.

This weekend was no different.

Oikawa ordered Thai takeout, you found a mindless Netflix series to binge, both of you had a little too much to drink, laughter ensued, the doe-eyed boy found his head in your lap, and…

You pull a face – one that goes unseen because of the dark, but you make it anyway.

Okay, that last part was a little different.

He’d had his head in your lap.

His head… in your… lap.

And, if you’re not mistaken (or delirious), you’d had your hands in his hair, twirling strands and tracing circles at the base of his neck. A foggy image of him gazing up at you with softened eyes, deep chocolate in color, begins to solidify.

That lazy smile, a hand on your thigh, tresses tickling your skin...

You turn over in your bed, bunching up your sheets and holding them close to you like a shield of fabric — a flimsy, make-shift defense against tipsy mind-wandering. It isn’t very effective.

Your brain is not wandering but racing around this hand-in-hair realization.

Like an iron rod poking at hot embers, these prodding memories make your cheeks grow hotter by the millisecond. You bury your face in your pillow, embarrassment tight in your throat.

Somehow you’d forgotten that he’d practically climbed into your lap. You’re not in the clear quite yet, but your brain is functioning well enough that it wishes you’d had a little more to drink – just enough to forget about it entirely. You starfish out on your bed, arms and legs dramatically splayed across the mattress.

Do (hot, charming, charismatic, windswept) flatmates usually get this... cuddly? Is that normal?

Does Iwaizumi wrap his arms around his roomies after a long day and a few bottles? How about Mattsun? Makki…?

Okay, no, none of them really seem like the type to get up close and personal with their roommates without good reason. Well, maybe Makki, but he’d do it to be a pain in the ass – not to charm the living-hell out of someone.

You try to take in a deep breath and wrap your head around what this means for you… but end up inhaling a feather from your pillow instead. As you hack and cough, you try to smother the noise in more cloth material – you really didn’t need him coming into your room, much less leaning over your bed to check on you.

Oikawa is messing with your head.

If you knew any better, you’d have run away screaming the moment he’d asked you to room with him. No one that pretty and charismatic is good news. At least, not when it comes to shared housing.

But, here you are, writhing under the covers and hot like a fever all because he couldn’t keep to himself. Screw him and his charming smile for putting you in this position.

He either knows you’re crushing like he’s the last man on earth or he’s blissfully unaware and way too physically affectionate for his own good.

You don’t dare consider that he likes you back though. Only deer and Olympic athletes made leaps like that. Oikawa had too many admirers… an irritating amount.

The blankets scrunch even tighter between your fists, likely thanking their maker that they don’t have nerve endings.

Every fiber of your being is begging to know if these feelings are reciprocated. You’d hate to live out the rest of this semester knowing the boy down the hall may not like you back. Worse, that he finds out you think he’s hot shit and doesn’t like you back – that would be unrequited love at its finest.

But, with a degree and your mental health on the line, why should you care about such minor, itty bitty, pointless details.

This isn’t that big a deal.

And even if he did like you back? Well, Oikawa isn’t someone you can simply “pin down.” He comes with a distinctive, dramatic personality and a meddling side. Not to mention, he’s already the embodiment of chaos – he’s proven this to be true over the past 4 months he’s lived with you.

There’s a familiar squeak of the shower faucet handle and the hiss of hot water. You jump at the sound.

Maybe he’d forgotten, but your bedroom shares a very thin wall with the bathroom. Though you recall him saying he wanted to take a shower earlier, so you guess that he’s only just remembered.

You pick up your phone, blue light casting a less-than angelic glow on your sleepy face. You pray that TikTok will have some sort of life-changing “I’m in love with my hot, crazy flatmate” advice. Or that it will distract you from your inner turmoil. Either would be appreciated but the latter seems more likely.

Scrolling slowly, you get through about 3 videos before something else catches your attention.

There’s a deep reverberation buzzing through your wall. A gentle hum, much like a shower-concert lullaby.

But the noise is getting louder. And the humming? A lot more lyrical.

You shift into a sitting position, propping yourself up with your hands. With your side sunken into a pillow, you press your ear against the cool drywall. Your ears tune into the sound.

Oikawa, voice confident and free, is… singing.

“...But you were everything to me, I was begging you ‘please don’t go’…”

But he’s not just singing.

“And I said…”

He’s belting Taylor Swift with the enthusiasm of an 11-year-old Swiftie super-fan. Like the world would end if he didn’t put enough passion into this performance. Like the showerhead is his microphone and the surrounding tiles are his adoring audience.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run...”

Most people would be pissed if their friend were singing in the shower at 2 am… but you can’t find it in yourself to be anything but enamored.

God, you hate him for doing this right now. Hate that he’s inadvertently endearing you to him. Hate that, no matter what you do, he’s somehow always there.

Pressed up against you on the couch, meeting you for dinner at his favorite restaurant, fussing at each other over a shitty cup of coffee in your even shittier kitchen, calling you when he needs somebody to keep him company at the library…

“You'll be the prince & I'll be the princess…”

And now he’s accidentally serenading you with Taylor’s “Fearless” album. In the shower.

You facepalm, sinking into your hands, exasperated and just so… done.

You sink back down into the bedsheets, wishing your earbuds were nearby to drown out the regrettably adorable performance.

“It's a love story y/n, just say ‘Yes.’”

And your heart drops, panic setting in like the touch down of a whirling tornado. A fire tornado. A fire tornado with frogs and lizards and sharp objects spinning around inside of it.

What… did he just say?

The lyrics… they were muffled. You definitely heard them incorrectly. You… you just need to get your ears checked. Yes, that’s it. That’s all there is to it. You’ll schedule an appointment first thing tomorrow morning.

Because who the fuck sings like that at 2 am in a shared dorm? And who the fuck puts someone else’s name into a song like that? No one? Yes, no one.

Especially not the Oikawa Tooru.

And especially not with your name.

Because that’s just... weird.

The grip on your phone is mighty – thank God for durable glass because any other material would’ve splintered or shattered in your hold.

But what the hell.

“Y/n, save me, I've been feeling so alone,” he sings as though he were Beyoncé’s son.

This time it’s clear as day. Oikawa is definitely still out of it and he’s undoubtedly singing your name.

No, no, no.

“I keep waiting for you but you never come…”

You bolt out of bed, feet hitting the floor at lightning-strike speed.

“Is this in my head? I don't know what to think,”

In one swift movement, you fling the bedroom door open and rush down the hall. You shouldn’t be listening to this.

“He knelt to the ground & pulled out a ring, and said...”

And before you can stop your hand, it’s knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

There’s a gasp, what you assume to a bar of soap hitting the shower floor, and an abrupt silence that follows.

You’d only wanted to stop him from singing.

However, you hadn’t thought through what you were going to say to him about this whole... lyrical mess. Your face feels like the surface of the sun, burning and flaring and flushing. What are you supposed to do now?

Oikawa speaks up, voice quiet, “Hello?”

Shit.

Maybe if you’re careful you can get yourself out of this. Just act like you didn’t hear anything and bring it up tomorrow when you’re both thinking straight. A thorough and sober discussion would be needed.

You had questions. Questions that needed answers.

Why did he have his head in your lap? Had you said anything to him that you’d regret later? Does he like you? Where should you two place your boundaries if he doesn’t like you back? And why Taylor Swift?

“Y/n, is that you?” He asks, nonchalantly.

Who else would it be?

The handle squeaks and, with that, the water stops. Only the gentle swirl of the drain and the occasional drips and drops from the showerhead are audible.

It’s too late. You’re already there. You’ve knocked and, in doing so, you’ve sealed your fate.

“...Yes,” is your whisper of a reply.

“What’s up? Was I too loud for you?”

You’ve got the entire building on high-alert singing that loudly.

...is what you would say if you weren’t currently imploding. This is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And nothing you ever want to experience again.

“Um, yeah, sorry.” You look down at your shuffling feet.

The hallway is pitch black, hardly allowing for even a mere shadow. Rushing out of your room, you’d forgotten to turn on even a single light.

You hear him step onto the tile floor and the rustle of a tower from the bathroom closet.

“Wait, can we talk?” He asks as though it weren’t the question of the fucking year. “I mean, preferably after I get out of the bathroom.” There’s a lack of tact to his words.

This isn’t the charming Oikawa you’re used to. This is a blunt… confusingly straightforward Oikawa.

His tone wavers like maybe he’d had a little more to drink than you’d last remembered. Your memory was proving to be disappointingly unreliable tonight.

You swallow thickly, “Sure.”

Because what else can you say?

“Can I stop by your room in a minute?”

You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

And you patter back to your no-longer very safe haven. Oikawa is about to infiltrate your space… with your permission. And the weapons he’ll bring will either harpoon you or leave you emotionally paralyzed – whether that emotional paralysis is a good or bad thing will be decided in the near future.

Your bed, though soft and blanket-covered, looks far less appealing now. It may as well be a bed of nails because you would rather hide beneath it than sit atop it.

But you sit anyway, letting the mattress dip and the springs twang.

The bathroom door cries as it opens, putting you on edge. Your heart is pounding like a drum at a summer festival – hotter and louder with every beat.

The trod of footsteps tells you he’s approaching and, sure enough, the open door reveals Oikawa.

With only a lamp to brighten the space, he’s more contoured than usual. His hair is wet and heavy against his head, taking on an even darker brown than before. You’ve seen him fresh out of the shower before, but this… is different. Oikawa’s shirt sticks to his chest slightly – he must’ve thrown it on without drying off fully to get to you faster.

He takes a few steps into your room, choosing to lean his back against a wall next to your work desk. Oikawa brings his hands behind his back, pressing his weight into them. Brown eyes flicker from you to the wall behind you and back again.

Naturally, tension lays thick as a fog in the air space.

“Hey, I’m…”

You cut him off, “You don’t have to say sorry! It’s… it’s okay.”

Oops, you’d said that a little too loud. Not that it mattered much after Oikawa’s passionate performance.

An eyebrow raises and confusion sparks across his face. Your body freezes.

He brings a hand behind his neck. “Oh, I was just gonna say that I’m still kinda drunk.”

You knew that much. Though you really thought he’d say something other than that. Preferably something about the, uh, devoted love-song?

Why is he acting so casual right now? Is this even Tooru? Had he read too many alien conspiracies and been abducted for learning too much about extraterrestrials?

Maybe he doesn’t realize you’d even heard him say your name in the shower.

“Oh... right.” You say slowly, lips staying parted at the end of your sentence.

“Which… probably isn’t good for either of us,” Different words drawl out and there’s a soft slur to some syllables, but at least he’s easy to understand, “me drinking too much, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you mutter.

“I think we should both just go to bed then.”

Your chest tightens. Of course, you want answers.

They’re likely embarrassing, face-reddening, Taylor Swift-centric answers. But you want them, nonetheless.

Although, it’s probably for the best that you don’t bring this up tonight. It was all probably a joke or a harmless accident – and, anyway, he admitted to being drunk.

“Right.”

“But I think you should know that I like you. A lot.”

“Yeah,” you respond again, automatically.

There’s another heavy silence. The pretty boy just stares at you, cherry colors tinting his cheeks but showing no expression of fear or embarrassment. You stare back, processing his words at turtle-like speeds.

The words tumble out, “Wait, say that again?” You double back, your own face reheating to its earlier temperature.

“I’m gonna be mad at myself in the morning if I don’t leave right now. And I really need to stop listening to that stupid song,” Oikawa says to himself.

“But I wanted to see how you would respond if I changed the lyrics,” the words are pointed back at you again.

He stands up, feet moving slowly toward the doorway. Did he just… completely ignore your question?

Your jaw drops, “Did…” you can hardly speak.

Clearing your throat, you try again, focusing intently on your words, “...did you mean for me to hear you?”

“...Maybe.” He draws out the “e,” looking back at you.

That’s it. He’s lost his fucking mind. You’re going to strangle him.

No TikTok advice could have prepared you for the monstrosity that is Oikawa Tooru. How Iwaizumi put up with that... that child for all these years, you have no idea.

You have to make a note of sending him a “get well” card, because nobody could be mentally okay after dealing with him for that long.

“B- but… why? What?” You stammer out, back stiff as a board.

“You like me don’t you?” He tilts his head, hair flopping cutely with it.

You gape like a fish, mouth opening and closing.

And it’s not that you don’t want to respond.

It’s that you can’t. You have no words. You vocal chords are on a panic-induced lockdown.

Because he knew.

He knew this entire time. Which you thought he might, but that doesn’t make the situation any less infuriating.

“And I like you back.”

You’re dumbfounded. You can’t think. This is ridiculous.

You open your mouth once more but he has no intention of continuing this conversation.

“Sleep well!” Without further comment, Oikawa flashes you a sleepy smile and begins scampering back to his room after having wreaked havoc on your poor heart.

Your voice comes back just in time for you to wake up the entire building once more,

“No, you get your ass back here and explain yourself!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa scenarios #oikawa imagines #seijoh #what did i just write #this is gonna go under: 'things i gave up my sleep for'#ughsjdljlds'ldsdjd #also #i dont like the term crack fic anymore? so i think just calling it humorous is... a good way to go #goodnight yall #queued up!

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blueroseblaze · 4 years ago

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Who’s The Deadweight Now?

Word count: 2342

WARNINGS: NSFW

Image credit: @drusoona

The apartment was dark and quiet, despairingly dark, and quiet. The only sign of inhabitance was the dirty boots strewn about the entry way, and Red Queen, still coated in dried grimy blood, propped uncaringly against the wall. You sighed in relief, looking into the darkened living room; eyes fixed on the sliver of warm light shining through the crack in your closed bedroom door.

You sighed, placing your own gear and weapons haphazardly to the side, before slumping through the dark space. You reached the bedroom door, hesitating, nervously rubbing the back of your neck and taking a deep breath before opening the door. The door creaked as you pressed on the wood, it wasn’t even closed all the way.

You poked your head through, looking around until your gaze landed on the bed, more specifically the figure resting amongst the covers. His back was to you, bare as you watched the lean muscles ripple underneath his skin as he breathed, but other than that he was still. The warm lamp light from his nightstand coated his back in harsh shadows, highlighting the curves and valleys of his body not obscured by the sheets. He made no move to turn to you as the hinges of the door cried out when you fit your body through the rest of the way. Nor did he acknowledge you when you clicked the door shut. You didn’t deserve an acknowledgment anyway.

You didn’t say anything as you walked past the bed towards the connected bathroom. You deliberately left the door open as you started the shower and began stripping your clothes. You stole a couple of glances back at the bed, still nothing.

You wanted to call out to him and apologize for what happened, but you held your tongue. It was a rough argument, almost a full blown fight. Nasty words, and passive aggressive comments were flung back and forth, culminating in you calling him the last thing he would expect you to call him. A deadweight. That was the last straw, and you two separated for the remained of your mission, only spitting an aggressive, “see you at home,” followed by terse “fine,” before parting ways.

You could barely focus the rest of the night. The overwhelming guilt of your words weighed heavily on you, sure, but you couldn’t shake the ever present fear that overtook you when you realized that if anything happened to Nero tonight, your last words to each other would have been nothing but venom. You eyes watered as you dried yourself off, remembering how easily the words left you despite never once meaning them.

You took a few shaky breaths, looking to the bed again when you heard movement, only to see Nero, in the same position, facing away from you. You quickly through on whatever t-shirt was sitting on top of the laundry hamper and exited the bathroom, turning off the light so the only illumination came from the lamp on his side of the bed.

You carefully raised the covers, sliding underneath them and laying yourself against the pillows. You watched him for a few moments, tracing over his back with your eyes and his shoulders continued to rise and fall. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him even from this far away on the bed.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face between his shoulder blades. Your heart dropped when he flinched at your touch. Tears streamed down your face and onto his back and the sheets as you quietly sobbed against him.

“Nero,” you choked quietly, “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. I-I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I don’t hate you,” he said with zero hesitation, “I could never hate you.”

“But I-.”

You tired to continue but were silenced as Nero turned to face you, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into him

“I was being an asshole,” he said, “It’s not all on you. We both said things that we regret. And I’m sorry.”

“I know but, I know I really hurt you,” you breathed out, “Please let me make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me. It hurt, yeah but it doesn’t hurt as bad as the idea of not being with you, and I’m not going to let a stupid little fight come between us like that.”

You smiled at him and pulled yourself up to press your lips against his, he reciprocated without a second thought, one arm wrapping around your middle and a hand coming up to run through your hair and pull you in to deepen the kiss. Your lips parted and you moaned as his tongue ran across your bottom lip before fully entering your mouth. His taste sent sparks through your veins, and the heat from his bare skin made you melt.

“I love you so much,” he whispered to you before kissing you again and again and again.

Without breaking the kiss Nero ran his hand down your side, savoring your curves, slowing for just a moment on your ass and then running down to your thigh. He brought his hand under the crook of your knee and lifted it to hook our leg around his waist. You felt the heat pooling in your core as Nero began grinding against you. The hard bulge in his boxers rubbing against your bare flesh.

He pulled away from you, smiling devilishly as he tugged ever so slightly on your hair. You moved your head back and gasped, leaving your neck open for Nero to attack. He hummed as he covered your neck in kisses and would be hickeys, lightly sucking on your pulse as it continued to race.

You moved one of your own hands down his body. You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and setting his hard cock free. He hissed against your neck as you held it, pumping your fist up and down, in a steady rhythm. He moaned right in your ear, his hot breath spreading on your skin spurring you on. His burning flesh in your hand became slicker as the pre cum leaked from the tip.

“Hmmm,” he moaned, “You like that, naughty girl?”

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, “Please.”

“What do you want me to do, baby?” he teased,

“Fuck me, Nero.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

In one swift move Nero maneuvered you on top of him, only to sit up and swing his legs over the side of the bed. Now perched on his lap, straddling his legs, and supported by his strong arms, you didn’t hold back from grinding your pussy harder on his aching erection. He grunted and groaned, smiling as he watched you lose yourself on him. His hands traveled up your torso and under your shirt. He groped and pinched every inch of skin he could like it was his life force.

He lifted the hem of the shirt so that it sat on top of your breasts, exposing your front completely, giving the devil hunter more than enough opportunity to take one of your pert nipples into his mouth. Tongue working expertly around the bud, swirling around it like a cherry lollipop. Your own hand moved to pinch and roll your other nipple between your fingers, adding to your body’s near overwhelming sensitivity.

“Nero… Please fuck me already,” you begged still grinding your most sensitive spots on his pulsing rod.

“So impatient,” he chided playfully, detaching his mouth from your skin.

His hands, still roving over every valley and mountain of your body, reached down between your legs. He expertly teased you with his fingers, before bringing them up for you to see. In the low lamp light you could still make out how his fingers glistened with your juices.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he said, “Are you that hungry for my cock?”

You nodded eagerly. You were impatient, you were needy, and you were hungry. He knew this, he just wanted to draw it out as long as possible. Whether this was his pay back for your fight or just him trying to savor the moment as long as possible you didn’t know. But it didn’t matter as his hands fell down your back, finding purchase on your ass. They moved with the gyration of your hips. He gave one of your cheeks a quick yet sharp spank and chuckled at your high pitched yelp.

He moved them underneath you, using only a fraction of that demonic strength to lift you up and place you back down, this time spearing you with his cock. Your warm wet walls clung to him, squeezing him from every direction, bringing him deeper into you. You let your head dangle back as his cock hit every sweet spot inside you, burying itself deep in your body and filling you to the brim in one go. You leaned your head against his shoulder, panting into his neck as you begged him to move, to hit even more of those delicious spots within you.

He obliged, of course, thrusting his hips upward as you rolled your hips and bounced your ass on his lap. A pleasured sinful dance accompanied by the melodic moans and cries of two passionate lovers close to a crescendo.

“God you feel so perfect,” he grunted through clenched teeth, “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“It’s cause your so fucking big,” you retorted with a cheeky smile as you clenched around him.

He got a solid ego boost from that comment, picking up the pace of his thrusts, aiming perfectly for your most sensitive spots while his fingers worked your aching clit. It felt so good, each little pass he made with his callused fingertips would make you gasp and lose yourself for a moment, before crashing back down. Your body moved on it’s own only guided by the desire for more pleasure.

You could always tell when Nero was getting close by the sounds he made, they were louder, more erratic and he lost his more composed dirty talk.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Yeah ride that cock, ride that fucking cock,” he moaned,.

You were reaching your limit but you held your pace, bobbing your ass up and down on him, rolling and spelling our words with your hips. The sounds of his slick cock moving in an out of you was the hottest things you had heard, second only to Nero’s lustful calls of your name. You didn’t even remember what happened earlier that day. This moment was too beautiful to be tainted by any such thoughts. All that existed was this room and your Nero.

“Oh god, baby! I’m gonna cum soon,” he grunted his head lolling back.

“Don’t stop,” you demanded, “Please don’t stop.”

“Want me to cum in you?” he asked, his voice getting more and more unstable as he closer reached his edge, “Want me to cum in your tight little pussy?”

“Yes! Yes please cum in me, Nero!”

His fingers left your clit and both of his hands were back on your ass, holding you in place as he bucked his hips fast and hard into you. His cock rubbed up against every inch of your inner walls, impaling you inch after agonizing inch.

Your mouth was back on his, tongues dancing together, eating each other’s sultry moans as you finally went over that anticipated cliffs edge, you walls clenched around him of their own accord, sucking him down once more as every nerve in your body lit up. You gushed around him before your body went limp in his hold. You pulled your lips away from his and laid your head back on his shoulder once again, physically exhausted from your little ride. Always such a gentleman he was, making sure you finished first.

But Nero wasn’t done. He was still rock hard inside you, reminding you with some smaller thrusts and chuckling at your oversensitive mewls. He took sick pleasure in watching you squirm as he brought himself to his own climax. Hands holding you firmly in place as he kept rutting into you, grunting and groaning with each thrust.

“Oh fuck!” he cried, his brow scrunching together and his mouth falling open in a look of ecstasy as he finally hit his limit, spilling thick hot cream deep inside you. With what little energy you had left, you clenched yourself around him, making sure to milk him dry as he rode out his orgasm. He went soft inside you but didn’t want to leave the warmth of your body.

Instead he wrapped both arms around you, holding you as close as he possibly could, like you would disappear if he loosened his hold even a little bit. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your sent from your hair as it fell around him and tickled his face. He pressed sloppy and affectionate kisses to your neck as you both sat there, basking in the afterglow.

Eventually he pulled out of you, and you shuddered at the feeling of his seed leaking out of you and cooling on your skin. You tried to move but couldn’t find enough strength to remove your body from his. You’d be content to stay like that forever. Nero noticed your pitiful attempts to move and chuckled to himself as he leaned back, moving his legs back onto the bed and laid down, all with you still clinging to him like a cuddly koala.

“Heh, who’s the deadweight now?” he teased as he ran his fingers through your hair, humming contently as you rested against his chest, you heartbeat syncing with his.

He reached over to the bedside table, turning of the lamp with a click and then returning his arms to envelope you again. He kissed the crown of your head, whispering affections until you both drifted off to sleep. Safe, together, and content.

Happy Valentines Day <3

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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Work of Art ~ Chapter 2/2

Marcus Pike x tattooed!fem!reader

Chapter 2/2

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: fluff, Marcus being the best boyfriend, reader’s boss is an asshole, attempted kidnapping, reader is a badass, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Notes: This part focuses less on the tattoos and has more drama because it’s me lol. Thank you to @we-can-be-himbos for beta reading as always! Moodboard made by me

The sun hit your face as you stirred from your sleep. Marcus’ bed was soft and warm and you didn’t want to get up, but when you realized he wasn’t there you figured it was time to. It had been a few months since the first night you came to his place, and things couldn’t be better. Marcus was better than anyone you ever dated before, and always went out of his way to make you feel special. You quickly felt a strong connection to him for sure, and he felt the same about you.

Dates with Marcus Pike were always an adventure, even if it was just out to dinner. He loved to take you to museums and art shows. Of course he took you by his work to show you off too. He even went with you once while you got a new tattoo. You had even convinced him to get a small one of his own. The longer you dated him, the more nights you spent at his place; not that either of you had any complaints about that.

With a yawn and a stretch you rolled out of his bed and slipped on an oversized t-shirt that barely tickled your thighs. You stepped outside the bedroom and into the living/dining space where Marcus was focused on the stove in front of him. His back was turned so he didn’t see you yet. You saw that he only wore a pair of grey sweatpants and the sight in front of you made your mouth water.

Marcus must either have felt your gaze on him or heard you walk in because as you stepped closer, he turned around to face you. He let go of the handle of the pan where he worked on breakfast for you both and his eyes roamed all over your figure. You felt yourself heat up at the way he looked at you, especially how his eyes zeroed in on your bare legs.

It was no secret that Marcus Pike loved your tattoos. He always spent plenty of time tracing his fingers along the ink patterns in your skin and he always kissed all over the artwork that adorned your body. Marcus was especially fond of the ones on your thighs and hips, since he was the one that saw them more than anyone else.

“Morning,” his voice was still rough from sleep as he broke the silence in the room. Marcus didn’t hesitate to close the gap between your bodies and wrap his arms around you as he placed a series of soft kisses on your skin.

You giggled as you leaned into his touch, “Marcus don’t forget about the pan there,” you said between kisses.

He blindly reached behind him until he felt the knob and shut the stove off. Marcus was too focused on you to care if he burned the food. “You’re a better breakfast anway,” his voice was low as he groaned into your skin. Still, you felt the grin on his lips as he pressed them against you.

“Marcus!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his cheesy line.

He responded with a heated kiss on your lips as he backed you up against the kitchen counter. With his arms around your waist, Marcus leaned his body into yours now that the counter supported your weight. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him in as close as you could as you wrapped one of your legs around his thigh.

You kissed each other sloppily but passionately, and you both quickly got lost in each other’s lips. Marcus kept one hand firmly on your hip while the other trailed down your side and ran over your bare thigh. He stroked the skin of your thigh a few times before he ran his hand up and gave your ass a firm squeeze. The feeling of his large hand on your skin made you sigh into his mouth, and you felt Marcus grin against your lips. The two of you were content to stay like that, or even go back into the bedroom, but the sound of your phone interrupted.

“Ignore it,” you spoke against his lips as you pulled Marcus back in for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his and you felt the rumble of his low groan against your chest.

But when your phone rang again, Marcus broke away with a disappointed look on his face, “Maybe you should answer it.”

With a sigh, you decided to see who it was since it was unusual for someone to call you so much. Your face turned into a scowl when you saw it was your boss, Rodderick. “Hey Rod,” you put on your fake voice and used the nickname he hated just to annoy him.

“I need you to come in today,” he sounded irritated, but he usually did with you so it was hard to tell the difference. He had no real reason to dislike you, yet for some reason he always gave you a hard time. You did your job very well, and you even got promoted to head concierge in the years you worked there. At least the owners of the hotel liked you even if the manager didn’t.

“Rodderick, you know this is my day off. I can’t,” you dropped your voice as you didn’t bother to hide your annoyance.

Marcus watched your face with a frown as you went back and forth with your boss a few times before you hung up the phone. “Are you going in?”

“No way,” your face brightened up when you met his eyes, “This is our one day off together this week, I’m not giving that up,” you wrapped your arms around him again and kissed him softly. Kisses with Marcus Pike were always just what you needed, and you craved them all the time.

Marcus held you close again as he leaned into your kiss, just as addicted to you as you were to him. But, in the back of his mind, something still bothered him, “You know, I could put in a good word for a job around the office for you,” he suggested tentatively when he broke away, “I hate seeing you deal with him.”

From day one, Marcus hated the way your boss treated you. He noticed it right away, and though he tried to do what he could to help, there wasn’t much he could do for you. Marcus had offered to help you find another job before, but you always turned him down. You told him that it was hard for you to leave that place after having been there for so long, and you finally got the promotion you tried for and you didn’t want to leave so soon after getting it. Marcus understood, but always kept an eye on you regardless. There was something about Rodderick that gave him a bad feeling.

“It’s fine,” you couldn’t help the way your heart flipped in your chest at his concern for you, “Don’t worry about me.”

Marcus looked at you with a light in his eyes as he cupped your face, “I always worry baby.”

The two of you stayed still for some time as you just looked into each other’s eyes. You clung to his shoulders as if you would fall over if you let go. The tension in the air became palpable, and there was a thought on both your minds that hung in the air between you. Marcus rubbed his thumb over your cheek a few times and you leaned into his touch. The adoration in his eyes as he looked at you made you melt and you felt like you could cry from the rush of emotions that ran through you.

“I love you,” Marcus confessed bluntly.

Your eyes went wide as you gasped.

“I know we haven’t been together long, and I’ve been told I move too fast before,” he felt the need to explain himself as he rambled on when you stayed silent, “But what I feel for you…” he said your name, “Baby I can’t help it. I’ve fallen for you. And it’s ok if you can’t say it back yet but I…”

“I love you too, Marcus,” you cut him off in a hushed whisper as you tightened your grip on him. Marcus had told you about his past relationships, and you quickly wondered why anyone would let his man go. But it was their loss, and you found yourself lucky that he chose you to be with now. You were determined to succeed where the others failed, and you knew from the first night that you spent with him that you didn’t want to be with anyone else.

This time, it was Marcus’ turn to be stunned into silence, and he just stared into your face with an open mouth. But he soon recovered and swept you up into his arms again and kissed you like your lives depended on it. You giggled into the kiss as you let yourself get swept away by this wonderful man that you fell in love with.

“So how about we enjoy our day off then?”

The next day, you found that you didn’t want to go into work. You would rather just spend another day alone with Marcus, but life dictated that you both needed to go into work. You both made plans for a weekend getaway soon, so you had that to look forward to at least. And even though you dreaded facing Rodderick after your phone conversation the previous day, nothing could bring your spirits down.

You stepped into the lobby in your work uniform and a big grin on your face. You quickly got yourself set up for the day and greeted your coworkers. It was another quiet day, not too many check ins or check outs on the schedule. This was the slower season for your hotel anyway, so it wasn’t anything to be concerned about. But your mood was brought down when Rodderick called your name from his office.

With a sigh, you made sure the others were alright on their own before you headed into the office, “Everything ok, boss?” you decided not to push his buttons today. You were in a good mood, and you didn’t want to argue with him right now.

He sat at his desk and held his head in his hands, “I don’t ask for much from you,” he sighed, “And yet I’m constantly disappointed.”

So this was how it was going to be, “Rodderick, yesterday was my only day off this week. I do my job well, the owner likes me, I never call out…”

“Yeah, well I still shouldn’t have hired you,” he cut you off, “You and the disgusting way you mutilate your body with those tattoos,” you swallowed hard and tensed your body but stayed silent, “I’m surprised your FBI boyfriend can stand to look at you naked.”

“Ok that’s crossing a line,” you spat back, “My personal life is none of your business, and you better stop there before I go to HR and tell them what you said.”

That shut him up and he dismissed you. So much for your good mood.

The rest of the morning was uneventful, and Rodderick avoided you for the most part. You were more than ok with that though, and you wondered what would happen if you told Marcus what he said. You knew your boyfriend would be angry and insist you quit your job. You also didn’t want him to worry so much about you and put himself on the line for you. His own job was stressful enough without having to worry about yours.

But as you kept an eye on your boss’s behavior throughout the day, you noticed that he was acting strange. Truthfully, his behavior had been off ever since the theft and he definitely was shorter with you since then. But the past week or so he seemed to look over his shoulder more and had more meetings with men that gave you the creeps.

You had a strange feeling something was up with him.

So, when he stepped out of his office for a meeting, you slipped in to see what you could find out. His desk was a mess, but that was nothing new. Quietly, you thumbed through the papers until you found something odd. Near the bottom was the contact information of the man who was arrested for stealing the painting from the lobby months ago.

You furrowed your brows and looked at the computer screens, where the security camera footage was displayed on one. On the other monitor, you clicked through a few things until you found the footage from the night of the theft, and you found that the footage was tampered with. And it looked like Rodderick was messing with more recent footage as well, as if he was trying to figure out how to edit the timeline.

Something felt off, and you quickly pulled out your phone and took pictures of everything you could before you set everything as close to where it was before you messed with it. Hopefully it would be good enough that Rodderick wouldn’t notice that you went through his things.

You slipped out of his office just in time and as you took the first few steps out, your boss came around the corner from the concerference room. He gave you a questioning look, but you didn’t say anything and went back to your computer. As soon as Rodderick went into his office, you pulled your phone out and sent the photos to Marcus. Surprisingly, he replied almost immediately with a text that said “call me.”

With an excuse that you needed a restroom break, you slipped away again and locked yourself in the bathroom at the far end of the hall to put some distance between you and Rodderick. As soon as the door was locked, you called your boyfriend’s number and he picked up after the first ring.

“Is everything ok? How did you find this?” Marcus couldn’t hide the worry in his voice. He knew right away what the pictures you sent meant, and immediately his first concern was for your safety.

“Yeah I’m ok,” your heart pounded with nerves, “I don’t know, Rodderick was acting weird, so when he went to meet with this electrician I snuck into his office and found that. It’s odd, Marcus, even for him,” you tried to keep your voice down in case your boss tried to spy on you.

Marcus didn’t want to say anything to you until he was sure, but the investigation into the theft at your job was not closed. They caught the guy who did it, but there were too many unanswered questions. Even after the agents interviewed him, they still had more questions than answers. But your photos made everything click in his head.

“Listen to me,” he tried to keep his voice calm for your sake, “We’ve been investigating and we think your boss had something to do with the robbery,” he heard you gasp but he kept going, “But we didn’t have concrete proof until now,” he quickly explained that Rodderick had gotten himself into debt with some shady people and tried to hire the thief to steal the art piece to pay it off. And with what you found, all the pieces fit. But now that meant you were involved, and it was the last thing Marcus wanted.

He continued, “I’m coming to you with a small team. I want you to stay away from Rodderick until I get there ok?” Marcus’ voice was serious and you heard the slight tremble in it that told you he was worried. He knew you couldn’t stay hidden in the bathroom, so the next best thing was to act as if everything was fine until he got there, “I’ll be there soon, baby.”

“Ok,” was all you should whisper back, “I love you Marcus,” you added in a hushed voice.

“I love you too,” Marcus replied back with your name before he hung up.

Your hands trembled from nerves, but you had to keep yourself level until he could get there. You knew he would be as fast as he could, so you just had to pretend everything was ok until then. Just before you unlocked the bathroom door, though, you grabbed your phone again and turned on the recording function before you slipped it into your pocket. You weren’t sure why, but a voice in your head told you to do it, so you did.

With a deep breath, you flicked the lock. Everything will be ok, you told yourself.

But the momentary calm soon vanished when you were met with Rodderick’s face right as you opened the bathroom door. You jumped with a gasp before you collected yourself again.

“Rodderick! I didn’t see you there,” you tried to play off your nerves as you moved to go back to your desk.

However, he didn’t let you and he grabbed onto your arm before you took more than two steps. “Let’s talk,” his voice was low and threatening and immediately the nerves took hold of you again.

“I need to get back…”

“They’re fine without you,” he insisted, “You and I need to have a little chat,” Rodderick pulled you down the hall and used his master key to open an empty guest room and pushed you inside. He stayed in the doorway to block your exit as he ushered you into the room.

“Something wrong?” you asked as you played dumb and hoped that he wasn’t suspicious of you. Although you knew that was a fleeting possibility from the rage in his eyes.

“Why were you in my office?”

“I uhh…needed some paperwork,” you tried to come up with a convincing lie.

He paused for a moment, “Then why were your hands empty when you left?”

You took a deep breath, “Couldn’t find it.”

“What about your bathroom phone call?” his eyes bore into you and you suddenly felt so helpless.

“That’s personal,” was all you said.

For some reason, Rodderick’s face twisted into a smile, “You’re a terrible liar. You think you’d do better dating a FBI agent and all,” he paced and you remained silent as you waited for an opportunity to bolt, “Your love life really complicated things for me, you know that,” suddenly his tone was pointed again as he stopped, “I know you figured something out. You’re smarter than I give you credit for, I'll give you that.”

Still, you said nothing.

“Can’t really frame someone who is fucking an FBI agent,” his confession caught you off guard and for the first time you showed a reaction. Rodderick grinned darkly, “I needed the money. I got myself in with some people I shouldn’t have. And because I don’t like you I was going to rig it so you took the fall. Two birds one stone thing. But you can’t frame someone when they’re with a fed all the time.”

“So you were behind the theft?” your voice was weak but you tried to keep yourself strong.

“I knew you figured it out. You acted funny ever since I caught you leaving my office.”

When Rodderick lunged for you, you ducked and ran towards the door. You only hoped that your phone picked up his words as you moved as fast as you could towards the lobby. You heard your boss shout your name behind you, and you ran as fast as you could. He couldn’t dare hurt you while on the premises, but he could easily force you into his car and take you somewhere where he could possibly do something.

Luckily for you, just as you reached the lobby, Marcus and his team burst through the front door with weapons in their hands. He spotted you immediately and extended one arm out to you where you ran right into him. Marcus held you tight against him with one arm while the other pointed his gun at Rodderick, who hadn’t noticed the team yet.

A chorus of, “Freeze, FBI!” rang through the lobby as several agents pointed their weapons at your boss.

Immediately he froze and put his hands up in surrender. But before the agents were able to cuff him, he lunged for you one last time with a “You bitch!”

Marcus quickly pushed you behind him so he could shield you with his body and his team was able to restrain Rodderick in no time. From behind Marcus, you shook with adrenaline as you clung to his jacket. It wasn’t until the rest of the team took your now former boss outside that you finally let yourself exhale.

“Hey,” Marcus turned around and spoke your name in a gentle voice, “You alright?” He wrapped one arm around you and placed his other hand on your face to inspect your expression. When you were quiet, he said your name again and the look in your eyes nearly destroyed him. He had never seen you look that afraid before and he never wanted to see you look like that again.

“I’m ok,” your voice was weak, “Shaken, but ok,” you tried to chuckle, but it fell flat.

“I got you baby,” he wrapped both arms around you this time and held you tight against him, “You’re safe,” Marcus kissed the top of your head, “I’m sorry baby, I should have told you. I should have gotten here sooner.”

That was when you realized that Marcus Pike was just as scared as you were. He hid it better than you did, but you heard the way his voice shook and you felt the way he trembled. He really did love you, more than anything. And his fear for your safety proved it in that moment.

“I’m ok Marcus,” you repeated in a stronger voice, “Can we just get out of here?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

It broke protocol for sure, but Marcus didn’t care. All he cared about was you, so he took you back to his place and made sure you knew you were safe. He was quiet at first, but you knew he was going to ask about what happened, so you recounted the whole experience for him. The whole time, Marcus held you close and kept his gun closeby just in case. Whether it was for your peace of mind or his, neither of you were completely sure.

A few days went by until you were able to get back to your normal self, and Marcus barely left your side the entire time. He worked on the paperwork and followed up on the case from home where he could keep an eye on you. He also made sure that your work was aware you would be out for some time. Marcus sat at his computer with files all over his desk while you were in the shower. He was happy you got back to a somewhat normal routine fairly quickly, and you attributed that to his watchful gaze. Being around him definitely helped you feel safe again.

“Marcus,” you voice cut through his thoughts and he looked up to see you in the doorway in a tank top and sweatpants. You looked better today, like the life finally returned to your eyes and for that, Marcus was grateful.

He stood right away and crossed the room to you, “Everything ok, baby?”

You smiled warmly, the first genuine smile in days, “I’m fine.”

“Come, sit,” he guided you to the couch where he sat you both down and pulled you onto his chest. The sound and feel of his heartbeat was a comfort that helped you enormously in the past few days. Not to mention his warm, safe embrace and his sweet words that he always spoke in your ear as you fell asleep.

“I think I’m ready to go back to work,” you told him as you felt his hand run up and down your body. Your own hands played with the bunched fabric of his shirt as you spoke.

“You sure?” Marcus didn’t want you to push yourself, and he would be there for you for whatever you needed. True, you weren’t in as bad a situation as you could have been, but any situation where you were in the slightest bit of danger was too much for Marcus. But you were strong, he knew that. He also knew that you wouldn’t want to stay cooped up in his place forever.

“I’m sure,” the certainty was clear in your voice.

“Is there any way I can convince you to work at my office?” Marcus was only half joking, “I can put you in another department if you’d rather so it’s not weird for you,” when you were quiet he added, “I just want you safe, baby.”

You were quiet for some time as you thought it over, “I know,” you finally spoke in a whisper, “But I guess I have a knack for investigating though, so it doesn’t sound like it would be terrible…”

Marcus shifted you both so you sat up, “You mean it?” The look in his eyes made you melt and you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. You bit your lip and nodded and he hugged you tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered into your ear, “And no one will give you a hard time about your tattoos. I promise.”

That made you both burst into laughter. It was nice for Marcus to hear your laugh again and he nuzzled you as he kissed wherever he could. It would be a change, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. And with Marcus Pike at your side, you knew you could handle anything.

“I love you baby,” he spoke low in your ear.

“I love you too Marcus.”

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palaceofpassion · 3 years ago

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Breaking Ren Ch. 2

Not for the light of hearted!

Warnings, forced feminization, spanking, mean spirited talk.

“MMMmmm♥ You’re amaaazing~” “Oooh Jaune~!♥”

“Mmmph~ Not Nearly as MMmph~ Amazing as you Pyr~”

CREEK CREEK CREEK

As the light of day peered into the room of team JNPR, two bodies rocked back and forth. Hands held together as their lips met one another. The leader knight and his beloved champion paused, their hearts filled with love and warmth as they peered into one another’s eyes.

With every consecutive thrust, every time their lips met little pecks here and there, his heart swooned. He really was lucky to have her, he’d make sure to never take her for granted.

Pyrrha watched the boy of her dreams, the one who hadn’t known who she was, the one that helped her belong and made her feel loved. There were few who understood just how wonderful he was, and honestly at this point? They were just missing out.

“Mmmm~ OooOH Jaune~ I’m so close♥” She felt his fingers lace and lock with hers, through his palms she felt his pulse, felt his breath, they were in sync as one.

“MMmm me too Pyr, I’m almost there~” The two continued to move, their hips bucking in rhythm with one another. Their bodies rocked and jerked in unison. Both of them felt the powerful burning sensation at the pit of their cores.

“OOoOOH!” Together they came, Pyr’s pussy quivered, her juices squirting from her core. Jaune’s cock twitched, pulsed and convulsed as his cum erupted. Both of them groaned as the felt their respective orgasms hit a fever pitch, relaxing as they finally came to a conclusion.

“I love you Jaune~ I love you so much~ You’ve brought me so much joy, more than any other person has ever done~ Because of you I’m not alone, I’m not someone's idol, I’m just yours.”

“Pyr~ I feel the same way, I owe you my life. You’ve been there for me, when no one else was, when I didn’t believe in myself you did. I love you so much.” Once more the two lovers pressed forward, their lips meeting, a passionate kiss was shared between them.

Only to be interrupted by the stifled sobs of the individual on the bed next to theirs. Nora had nearly broken down, her mouth gagged with Jaune’s used underwear, her arms bound by powerful dust controlled cuffs meant to hold her in place. She sobbed as she watched her teammates, two people she thought were friends, currently use the love of her life as if he was nothing but a toy.

Her eyes clenched tightly, the last week had been hell for her and Lian. While she did her best to hold on, Lian had almost completely stopped, he didn’t fight or struggle but he didn’t give into their demands. He simply used his semblance to mute himself. Even now he did his best to hold on, his anus filled with Jaune’s thick seed, a constant occurrence nowadays. His face was currently buried in Pyrrha’s ass, forced to pleasure her as she and Jaune shared an intimate moment.

“Nora… stay quiet, you’re ruining this…” Jaune turned to her, a part of him hurt, watching his normally bubbly teammate so down. But she had to learn, he needed to train her, and using Lian was the best way. “You just keep there, looking pretty okay? Enjoy my boxers, after all, it’s the only taste of a real man you’ll ever get.” He released a low hearty chuckle, followed by Pyrrha’s sweet giggle.

“It’s not all that bad Nora, Jaune’s got an excellent taste~” Her voice was low and husky, her eyes glancing back to her beloved who gave her an appreciative look.

Before they could get back to it, the alarm went off. Both eyes turned towards the Alarm, ah it was about time to get ready. “Right well… time this day started.”

“Awww~ Okay. You get a shower first okay?” Jaune smiled and nodded, pulling out of Lian.

PLOP

A thick glob of cum oozed out of his constant gaping ass, “Well I’ll go get Lian ready too then~ Someones gotta get him looking pretty for the day, and I’m obviously the prettiest one here~” Pyrrha rolled her eyes at her beloved’s sarcasm, though… he wasn’t wrong. Hopping off of their gasping toy she took the time to appreciate Lian’s new look. Apparently Jaune’s cum was something intense, Lian had somehow become even more feminine lately. His waist had slimed, his muscles had begun to diminish, and his face had become smoother, more round.

Pyrrha watched as Jaune tugged on Lian’s collar, pulling the leash they had gotten for specific in dorm use. They weren’t quite ready to make Lian’s treatment public just yet.

As the boys entered the bathroom; Pyrrha turned her attention to Nora. She moved towards her smaller friend, removing Jaune’s boxers. “There we go~”

“W...h...y?” Pyr watched as Nora began to sob, her eyes red from her fresh and old tears.

“Why what dear Nora?” Tilting her head she gave Nora a questioning look. “Why Lian’s being punished in your place?”

“He’s not Lian! He’s Ren! My Renny!” Pyrrha simply shook he head as she gently stroked the ginger’s hair.

“No, that’s not right Nora. You had your chance, Jaune gave you so many to just behave. But you spat on his good will. And well, Lian let you get away with everything, so as Jaune’s said, Lian had to be punished.”

The two paused as loud grunts and thumps started to go through the bathroom. “Oh my~ Jaune just can’t help himself, he’s got such vigor~♥”

“Whyyyyyy....” Nora struggled against her restraints, “I… I thought… I thought we were friends.” She felt gentle arms wrap around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Oh Nora~ Of course we’re friends~ Just now… now Lian’s our toy too. You have to understand, it’s her place, and she’ll be happy once she realizes that. Besides~ you two would have never worked out.”

Nora felt fear as Pyr continued to stroke her hair, where had the kind Pyrrha gone? Why were they doing this! She didn’t want them to treat her so badly, she missed her old team!

“Don’t worry~ I’m sure Jaune will let you join one day, you’ll be our pretty little toy too~ You’ll get to have his babies! Oh it’ll be so wonderful!~”

Fear seized Nora, she didn’t want that! She wanted Ren’s children!

“Come on, let’s get you ready~.” She felt a gentle kiss against her chee as Pyrrha stopped restraining her with her semblance. The old Nora would have jumped at the chance, but she was just so tired, she hadn’t been sleeping and she was mentally and emotionally exhausted.

She followed Pyrrha as the boys finally came into the dorm. Ren was once again dressed up in a girls uniform… one that they had made for him. It fit his new curves well, his hair was tied to the side again, and his slim face was far more appealing. Nora hated herself, she realized how good Ren looked as a lady. She glanced at Ren’s skirt, knowing full well that Ren was going commando, Jaune didn’t allow Ren to wear underwear in the case he needed a nice quickie.

Though… to her confusion she noticed jaune hadn’t been wearing clothes. His cock free and hard still, he watched as he grabbed Pyrrha and her by the hands pulling her in. “Hey Lian! We’ll be back in a while, going to show Nora what a man can do.” Fear, absolute fear filled her heart as she stared at Ren, whose face was filled with terror, and hurt. But she watched as he used his semblance to mute his emotions, he wasn’t going to help her…

Ren was doing his best! It’d been so hard since they started mistreating him, they’d been using him as their personal toy for all their twisted pleasures. He wasn’t even sure if they’d had sex yet and were just using him. He hadn’t given in, he wouldn’t, but as he watched Nora get dragged away, powerless to fight against his situation he felt his heart sink. No… they couldn’t take Nora from him, she was the last thing keeping him together. He felt his semblance activate automatically, a form of defense he’d been using recently. His heart broke as he watched her teary eyed expression.

The door closed with a loud thump, he felt fear in his hearts as loud moans filled the bathroom. Crawling to his bed he moved into a fetal position, he hadn’t broken yet and he definitely wouldn’t now. But he still felt hot tears flowing from his eyes.

Nora’s breathing became ragged, her pulse erratic and her skin began to crawl. She was currently pinned between Jaune and Pyrrha, both of which were much taller than her. Her face was buried between Pyr’s impressive bust. Though, what scared her was the thick rod that was currently resting in the cleft of her ass. She felt it pulse, heat radiating from the meaty shaft, panic filled her as she tried to cry only to realize there were no more tears.

“Don’t worry Nora~ You’ll love this.” She felt Jaune’s hands at her hips, his cock repositioning itself in the gap between her thighs. She felt his hips move.

“No please… please Jaune, I want Ren to be my first, pleeeease.”

“Now Nora~ You know Lian can’t give it to you, she’s just not big enough. But me?” She felt heat between her thighs, something was prodding at her entrance, her outer lips splitting apart. “Me I can give it to you, all of it.” She felt his voice, hot against her ear, he pulled back and her grip on Pyrrha tightened as she prepared herself.

Instead of something piercing her though, she felt the veiny rod slide across her quivering pussy. The head bumping and rubbing against her clit, shivers of pleasure and disgust went through her body.

“Mmm~ You feel so good Pyr~” She felt the two above her move, pressing her against them tighter as they began to kiss. They were using her but not using her, this was horrible. Was this how Ren felt?

She did her best to stifle her moans, but everytime Jaune quickened, his pace becoming rapid, she lost a little of her resistance. By the end she was moaning loudly, her body betraying her as she felt Pyrrha’s lips against her neck, biting down on her. Jaune’s hands had moved grabbing and plying at her ample bust.

Being the least experienced of the trio she orgasmed first, it so happened to be the strongest one she’d ever had. “MMMOOOOOOOOOH GAWWWWD!♥” Shame filled her body as she wailed loudly, but even then Jaune didn’t give up, his thrusts constantly sending pleasure through her body even as she went limp.

This continued for a few more minutes, she’d lost count as her mind blanked, she was so tired.

By the end of it, she was on her knees covered in Jaune’s thick seed, afraid that it’d scald her flesh. Her orange hair was covered in white, and her face was drenched in his scent. She hated it, she hated it so much! She wanted Renny, she wanted her Renny to hold her. This was absolutely awful. ♥

She felt Jaune draw closer to her, “Heh~ Don’t worry, I’ll let Lian take one thing from you at least.” Joy, that was good! Ya… they still cared right? She was just tired, but she wasn’t broken. She wouldn’t break, not ever, a defiant flame rising in her heart. She’d save her Renny, and they’d be away from these two monsters.

She felt their hands all over her body as they washed her, toyed with her, prepared her for the day.

As the trio came out of the shower Jaune watched Ren bowled over on Nora’s bed, his body was completely grey, obviously from his semblance use.

Making his way over, Jaune raised his hand, giving it a good SLAP , this caused Lian to come to attention.

Ren’s eyes glanced over to Nora, his fears seemingly confirmed as he noticed how exhausted she was. So they did it… they’d taken Nora’s first. He felt another part of him crumble.

“Alright, enough moping, come on let’s get going.” He felt Jaune pull on him, forcing him to his feat. He followed mutely behind Jaune, though he noticed Pyrrha specifically kept him away from Nora.

As the four members of JNPR began to exit the dorm, they ran into the members of RWBY. Ruby had been having trouble keeping the rest of her pets under control, Weiss, Yang and Blake had all become more defiant, and it was obvious she was tired.

“Hey Rubes, you alright?” He could hear the sounds of faint buzzing, at least they hadn’t rioted just yet, but it looked like she could use some help.

“Yeah, just tired, these three are such a pain to handle.” Ruby paused as she stared back to Jaune, “Hey Jaune?”

“Ya Rubes?”

Jaune noticed Ruby’s hands which began to twirl around one another, “Can you… can you help me train them?”

Jaune cocked an eye as he looked at his meek friend, he noticed the dash of red on her cheeks. Pyrrha noticed it as well, a grin on her face as she elbowed her lover. “Ya, ya we’ll help you. Might as well get our pets tamed right.”

“Tamed?! Pets?! You indignant bastard, what do you think we are!?” Jaune didn’t say anything instead turning to Ruby, even as Blake drew closer, he noticed the scowls that on Weiss and Yang as well.

Turning to Ruby he patiently asked, “Ruby? Do I have permission to discipline your pets?”

“PETS YOU BA…”

Blake was cut off by Ruby’s fervent nodding. “Yes please! They’re so terrible!”

The remaining members of team RWBY looked at their leader, shock apparent in their eyes.

“Like this idiot could even…” Weiss was quickly silenced however.

SLAP SLAP

Both her and Blake stared at Jaune, each holding onto a different cheek. “Both of you will be QUIET! Do you understand me?”

Yang was about to say something, step forward when she felt the vibrator in her pussy strengthen. Pyrrha had felt it earlier, their little toys had been made of metal, something Ruby had probably done intentionally as she was currently smiling at Pyrrha. “UHHGGGG YOU BASAAASTARD!”

Jaune made haste, grabbing Yang by the hair and pulling her close, “You will be quiet, do you understand me?” If he had been paying attention to his beloved and his red headed friend, he would have noticed their faces turning crimson at his domineering tone.

“Let me Go you BASTARD!” She was about to strike him when she was suddenly pulled into an Armlock, Pyrrha had moved already pinning Yang to the ground, applying pressure to her back. “OW OW OW STOP PLEAsE!” Aura was great, but it wasn’t so great when it came to being held.

As for Blake, she’d barely been coming through from her shock, though that ended once she felt Jaune’s hands against her ears, her faunus ones. Fear filled her chest as the ribbon that hid her ears was stripped off. “You… you will show your real ears, you’re just a pet, not a person.” She was about to say something else when she heard a click. Turning to Ruby, she had noticed she was recording this.

“Ru...ruby?”

“Sorry Blake, but you’ve caused us the most trouble, you need this. Now be a good girl.” Blake was about to say something else when she felt Jaune’s hands at her waist, underneath her skirt. Pulling down she felt him strip her panties off, with a tug he simply tore them from her posh rear.

“Pet’s don’t need their underwear. Pyr?”

“Yes?”

“Take Yang’s.” Yang began to panic as Pyrrha wasted no time tearing her pure white panties from her plump bottom.

Blake was about to pounce on Jaune once more when she felt the vibrator’s power increase, turning to Ruby she saw her with the remote in hand. Strength left her as she used the wall to balance herself, before she could compose herself once more.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

She felt four powerful slaps across her bare ass, “AYEEEE!” They were hard and painful, strong enough to draw tears from her eyes.

“You, will, listen.” She whimpered softly as she nodded her head. Jaune pocketed both her panties and the ribbon.

Turning to Weiss he saw her freeze, before he could do anything she gave up. She’d never been hit before, and honestly she had mixed feelings. On one hand it hurt, on the other though… “I’ll… I’ll get them myself.”

Jaune watched as she slipped her panties off, a pleasant white color. Weiss flinched as Jaune’s hand came close to her face again. “Good girl…” She felt his hand rub against her cheek, scratching her gently. She nodded.

“Well we have to go to class, I doubt this will keep them calm, but when everything’s done with the day we’ll get to training our pets okay Ruby?”

Rubbing a streak of red from her nose she nodded. “Good let’s get going.”

And the group followed behind, Jaune, Ruby, and Pyrrha leading the way. Weiss, Ren, and Nora just behind them, and Blake and Yang behind them. Only four people seemed to be in a semi good mood that morning.

Glynda smiled as she watched her students pile out of her class. After her previous talk with Mr. Arc and Ms. Rose, their teams have been rather well behaved. With that said, she wasn’t blind, she’d seen the changes in their teams demeanor. From Miss Nikos sparklingly face, to Miss Valkyries downcast demeanor. The way that Xiaolong and Belladonna seemed unable to stay still, to Schnee’s oddly pleasant look. Though, what caught her attention was Ren’s change in clothing and continence. She hadn’t been the only one to notice, as she’d seen several boys, and even some girls eyeing the young man. Well young woman it seemed, she wasn’t one to judge. Though, she had a feeling that the change hadn’t been one of their own choosing.

She watched as the leaders of both teams seemed to hold themselves a little higher, their teams muting whenever they received their glances. A small smile touched her lips, so they had taken her talk about discipline seriously.

As the day came to end she noticed only Rose, Xiaolong, Arc, and Valkyrie stayed.

“You two know what to say.” It was Arc who spoke these words.

Glynda watched as Xiaolong and Valkyrie approached her, Xiaolong seemed angry but muted. Whereas Valkyrie seemed emotionally tired.

“We’re Sorry Ma’am.” Oooh~ This was pleasant.

“I see… well so long as you learned your lesson.” Both girls nodded and waited.

“Alright! Let’s get going!” Ms Rose was the one to take command this time, the two girls nodded and followed her out.

“Actually~ Mr. Arc, Ms. Rose can you stay behind?” Both students stared at each other in confusion, though they relented and sent their teammates on ahead.

“I’ve noticed the change in your teammates. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on.”

She watched as her young pupils froze, fear obvious in their face.

“Now now, I’m not going to scold you, in fact. Good job.”

“E...excuse me?” It was Mr. Arc who broke the silence.

“You’re doing exactly what needs to be done, both of you have done praise worthy work. Though… it seems that you’re still ‘training’ your teammates.”

Once again the students paused, Rose was the one that answered next.

“Yes… ma’am… Jaune’s going to help me ‘discipline’ my team a bit more. They’re still a little unruly.”

Glynda nodded, she knew how difficult it must be for the younger girl to keep her team under control. With a smile she pulled out a receipt.

“Here you go, this is for both of you. I noticed the changes early on but I wanted to make sure first. This is from a special shop of mine, consider it a gift for outstanding leadership.” Both students looked at the tag, it was for a domination shop in Vale, TIED A KNOT .

“Ma’am?” Both students looked at the professor.

“These… things happen from time to time. Professors tend to give gifts to their favored students.” She smiled as she made her way back to her desk.

“The expenses have been covered, you just need to pick up the products~”

Both students nodded as they made their way out.

Jaune didn’t know how to feel right now, he had expected to be scolded, to be shamed, but instead their professor had given them the okay. Apparently their hands off approach extended even this far. Turning to Ruby he saw the girl practically vibrating, a smile on her face. Instinctively he placed a hand on her head, giving her a gentle pet. He felt her lean into his touch, a smile on her face.

“This is so exciting Jaune!” He agreed.

“Yeah… yeah it is. My team will go and get the supplies, do you mind bringing your team to our dorm? Get them ready?”

“Sounds good!” He watched as the read reaper burst into a flurry of petals, grabbing her three teammates on the way out.

“What was that about?” Smiling at his beloved he held the receipt out, grasping it Pyrrha let out a small gasp.

“Seems we have permission.” Placing his hands behind his back he began to walk out, “We should get going, no need to change our uniforms will do just fine.”

Pyrrha frantically nodded as she began to practically skip after him. Without a word both Nora and Lian followed. Lian was forced to stand on Jaune’s right, while Nora was on Pyrrha’s left hand.

“I suppose~ We’ll be making this official soon.” Jaune’s hand slipped past Lian’s skirt, lifting it so he could give her a good squeeze. He felt Lian flinch under his touch, his cock twitched in his pants.

Strange things had been happening recently, Velvet had noticed a change in her friends from the year below. She’d seen Jaune and Pyrrha become closer, finally they’d gotten that across it seemed. But she’d seen the change in their teammates, Ren had started to dress like a girl, and Nora wasn’t as peppy. She wasn’t sure what was going on but something had to be, though there was another thing. As a Faunus she had a heightened sense of smell. And lately she's been smelling something addictive coming from the four. Specifically from Jaune, Ren, and Pyrrha, rather she could smell Jaune on both his teammates. She’d seen the way he seemed to take complete control of Ren, how he was holding and domineering him.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was exciting, and she wanted to know more. Her eyes trailed downwards as Jaune’s hand moved to Ren’s lower section, she almost gasped in surprise when she realized the other boy wasn’t wearing any underwear. Even more so when she noticed Jaune squeezing, his finger sliding in between the cleft of Ren’s ass.

Continuing her spying she found them at a well known Bondage shop, TIED A KNOT. This confused her, but she continued to watch, unnoticed so far. As they left the store she pursued once more, finally stopping when they took a detour down a dark alleyway. Silently she followed, her ears picking up on movement, muffled voices, and something else.

“Shit~ You’re so tight Lian, you wanted this didn’t you?” Vel felt a million emotions at once, fear, lust, jealousy, arousal, but more importantly, the urge to join in. Before her eyes Jaune Arc the dorky leader of JNPR, was currently smashing into Lie Ren’s ass, the rather pretty boy who no longer looked like a boy. No she saw a woman, nay a slut, one that was currently pinned against the brick wall of a building, their ass sticking out. She watched as Jaune’s pe… no his massive cock! Slammed in and out of Ren… no Lian’s plump ass. Their bodies bucking back and forth in sync. Her eyes gazed away briefly, Pyrrha was recording everything, a smile on her face, her tongue flicking between her lips from time to time.

She wasn’t sure where Nora was, at least not at first. Glancing back at the boys, she noticed Nora below Lian, Jaune’s hands were actually on her hips holding her close as he continued to thrust into what was once her boyfriend. She could hear her soft sobs, as if she’d lot something precious.

Normally Vel should have stopped this, she should have gone in there and made sure that none of this happened. But there was a part of her who watched this in awe, she felt desires she’d never experienced before, ones that were lightning an unknown flame in her belly. Before anyone would notice her she left, her direction back to TIED A KNOT.

Ren felt humiliation, he did his best not to show it, not to give them satisfaction. But even with his semblance it was hard to ignore the looks he was getting. He knew why though, he could feel it too, every step he took more would slide down his legs. Jaune’s semen which dripped from his ass had started to leak out as they made their way back to the dorm.

He felt even worse when he realized he couldn’t see Nora’s expression, was she ashamed of him? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that things weren’t going to end any time soon.

When the team got to their dorm they found Ruby already waiting outside, her teammates nowhere to be found. “There you guys are!” Dashing towards them she stopped just ahead of Jaune, handing his scroll back to him.

“Thanks for letting me borrow this!”

“No problem Rubes. I’m assuming the girls are inside?”

“Yep!”

“Alright let’s get going.” Pushing open the door he smiled at what awaited them. All three girls were currently stripped of their clothes, bound and gagged with their own underwear it seemed. “Nice touch on the gag.”

“Thanks! I figured they wouldn’t be needing them anymore so might as well make use of it.

“Ooh! That’s creative Ruby.” The red heads stared at each other, giving one another a warm smile.

As everyone filed into the room Jaune began to strip, EVERYONE’S attention was drawn to him. Even those that had already seen him nude before. He’d grown a lot since coming to beacon, not quite on the level of Sun, but he had muscles that begot his loose clothing. Then there was the other thing, the other members of JNPR had seen it before, but for RWBY? This was a first, different emotions went through the girls. Yang was one of unbelief, Blake was one of an odd sense of fear, Weiss while unsure of herself felt something she couldn’t quite touch on, Ruby? Ruby felt an intense thirst enter her body, she wanted some of that.

“Right then, let’s get started. Lian, strip.” All eyes turned to Lian, who did their best not to look at anyone. Slowly she took off her clothes, revealing that she too wasn’t wearing underwear. But to the surprise of the members of RWBY, he also wore a small cock cage, one made by Pyrrha.

The girls felt pity for him, but that didn’t last long as they realized similar fate’s would befall them.

Jaune grabbed the bags from Nora, tossing them onto his bed he began to fish through them. 5 collars were retrieved, each with a tag, and different animal symbols. A mix between cats and dogs, “These are gifts from Goodwitch. From now on you five are officially recognized as our pet’s and bitches.”

Blake tried to interject again, but her underwear prevented her from doing so. Jaune simply turned to her and grabbed her by the hair dragging her to Nora’s bed. Even as she struggled she couldn’t find the strength to fully fight back. “Ruby.”

“Yes?” She asked, her face red and excited. “I’m going to start with this little bitch. Is that okay?”

Ruby nodded enthusiastically, she failed to see the sorrow in Yang’s eyes.

Removing the gag from Blakes Mouth he pinned her to the bed. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” SLAP Once more he struck her face.

“I told you to shut up Blake.”

She still held her defiant look, “YOU BASTARD WHO CARES! I’M NOT A FUCKING ANIMAL! DON’T YOU DARE PUT TH…” SLAP SLAP

“I don’t like using violence, I hate it even, I won’t punch you, but you need discipline.” Turning to Ruby he smiled, “Ruby can you hold her down for me?”

The younger girl nodded eagerly. In a flash she was sitting on top of Blake who struggled under the weight unable to breath.

“See, it wasn’t just these collars, no~ Goodwitch ordered us some more.” From the bag he pulled two things, one was an anal plug with a black cat tail. “This one was for Blake apparently.” The second item? It was a studded paddle, “And this is for anyone who misbehaves, I suppose Blake gets to test both those out.

Blake couldn’t see what was going on, she could barely breathe, but she wouldn’t let these bastards do what they wanted! She wasn’t an animal, he was a proud Faunus, not some… some human bitch! Before she could really get defiant though she felt Ruby hop off of her. Her eyes widened as she saw Jaune with the paddle in hand.

“Here you go Ruby~” He handled the paddle to Ruby, her eyes practically going.

“Can… can I really go first?”

“Of course! She’s yours after all~” It was Pyrrha who spoke up.

“Ruby… please no?” She couldn’t believe how excited her teammate was.

“Sorry Blake, but you’ve been a bad girl. And you need to be punished.” A chill fell down her spine, in a flurry she tried to get up and run, but she was grabbed by Jaune. She felt his hands on her shoulders. In a flash she soon found herself face first on the bed, a hand held onto the back of her head.

“Alright Ruby, give her a few good swings.”

A few good swings meant way more than just that. Blake’s eyes clenched as she felt the paddle hit her ass.

SMACK

It wasn’t once or twice, it was over and over. Blake lost count, her mind numbing from the pain she was going through, her ass red and on fire from being hit over and over. She blanked out not too long after.

“Well shit… she couldn't even last five minutes.” It was Pyrrha, a sinister smile upon her lips.

Ruby smiled, attaching the black collar with a cat’s paw onto Blake’s unmoving body.

Yang was at a total loss! What was going on?! WHY WAS HER SISTER DOING THIS! WHY WAS PYRRHA?! WHY?! She felt her heart shatter when Blake stopped moving. She didn’t want them to do this to her, no please make it stop. She wanted to shout and yell, but before she could she was interrupted.

“Master, mistresses?” All eyes, including Jaune, Ruby’s, and Pyrrha’s all fell upon Weiss in shock.

“Weiss?” It was Ruby who spoke first, surprised the heiress had managed to remove the gag on her own.

“I’ve… I’ve been a bad girl, can you… can you please discipline me?” Well now that was surprising.

“Yes.” It was Jaune who spoke first. “Yes we can… though seeing as you’re being a good girl.” He paused and brought Pyrrha down on the bed, having her sit. “You’ll get the honor of having Pyrrha spank you with her bare hand.”

Weiss' eyes lit up, she was getting special treatment! “Yes please! But… but can you spank me later too?” Her eyes were needy, hungry, so much so Jaune couldn’t help but smile.

“Sure, so long as you keep being a good pet okay?” She nodded slowly.

Yang couldn’t believe her ears, this wasn’t the same Weiss she knew!

Weiss made her way over to Pyrrha, who couldn’t contain her joy, there was more to just being a dom in this situation. Pyrrha hated Weiss, she hated her so much. Not just because she had held Jaune’s attention for so long, no it was more than that. She hated the way that she used her position to leverage and berate Jaune when they first met. She hated how she often used her own position to trample on those she thought ‘lower’ than her. Then there was the way that she tried to use Pyrrha early on, she’d heard the whispers after that, that they could end up as a power couple. Her and Weiss? Yeah right, she’d rather be incinerated than let that happen.

As she felt the flat girl below her she couldn’t help but feel excitement, “You know Weiss~ I hate you.”

SLAP!

Pyrrha’s hand came down upon Weiss’ smooth pale bottom. “I hated how you treated Jaune!”

SLAP!

A soft whimper escaped Weiss lips as tears formed at the edges of her eyes. “I HATED HOW HE LOOKED AT YOU!” Jaune felt guilt at this one, he really was an idiot.

SLAP!

More tears formed, Weiss ass began to turn red. “I HATED THE WAY YOU LORDED MY POSITION, NOT YOURS OVER HIM WHEN WE MET!”

SLAP!

Her slaps became heavier, faster, stronger. “I HATED THE WAY YOU TRIED TO USE ME! YET HAD THE GAL TO THINK HE WAS DOING THE SAME, YOU LITTLE HYPOCRITICAL BITCH!”

SLAP “I’M” SLAP “I’M SO” SLAP “SORRRRRY!” SLAP “I’VE BEEN A BITCH!” SLAP!

“That you have Weiss, but that’s okay, cause now you’re our good little pet, our little bitch, isn’t that right?”

Weiss shivered at Pyrrha’s soft touch, the way she rubbed her reddened rump. “Yes… yesss I have mistress, I’ll be good~”

“Good girl~” Slowly Pyrrha pulled Weiss back, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. Her eyes glanced towards Jaune’s twitching cock. “I see someone liked that~”

“Shit that was hot… how could I not?”

Giggling Pyrrha began to gently lay Weiss down on the bed. “You’ll get your chance to have fun with her too, but she’s still new at this and pretty tired I think.” Weiss though exhausted had a rather stupid smile on her face. Pyrrha slipped her collar on, one with a small fox paw.

“Now then… your turn, you stupid cow.” It was Jaune, grabbing onto Yang’s hair he flopped her onto his bed, back against the sheets. He saw the panic in her eyes, she wasn’t defiant any longer. For people like Yang hitting her friends was the best method of breaking her. Slowly his hands traisted her toned belly, his fingers slipping up to her breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted her perky nipples, “You’re just a huge slut aren’t you? Look at these milk bags, you’re only as good as a milk cow you know that?”

Yang wanted to fight, but she was so scared, fear had gripped her heart and the once brave girls were gone. “Glynda got us some toys for you too~” She felt Jaune move, the sound of a paper bag ruffled. She watched as he pulled out what appeared to be two rings, with small weights dragging off of them. But then it hit her, those rings had needles.

“Noooo” She muffled through her gag, fear starting to reach every bit of her.

“Pyr, Rubes?”

“Yes~” Both answered in a singsong voice.

“Hold the cow down for me please.”

“Of course!”

“Yes!”

Yang felt her body held down from her sides. The air was soon knocked out of her lungs as she felt Jaune sit on top of her chest, his entire weight upon her body. She flinched, a heavy thick musk filled her nose. His massive cock lay just below her chin, resting between her breasts. She had already thought it was huge before, but now? Now it was terrifying, if that entered her, it’d break her… maybe that wasn’t so bad? Maybe… maybe she didn’t need Blake?

“Now… this is going to hurt.” Her attention snapped back to him, but she couldn't find his hands. Then it happened, an intense and sharp pain shot through her right breast, unable to clearly see she still knew what happened. The needle pierced her nipple droplets of blood slid down her breast. “There we go~”

She squirmed under his weight unable to move, though a heat formed in her core, her pussy began to moisten.

She struggled under his touch, feeling him pull on the ring once it was in place. “Mmm~♥” She hadn’t meant to moan into her panties, but it happened.

“Wow… what a freaking slut.” It was Ruby, Ruby! “I can’t believe we’re related… Bet you’re mom was the same way.” Yang wanted to cry, but she wasn’t given the chance as her other nipple was pierced, once more pain and now pleasure burned through her body. She nearly blanked out like Blake had, once more Jaune pulled.

“Now don't be that way Ruby~ You can’t fight your blood sometimes, let Yang be a slut, it’s all good.” She felt his breath near her ear, “Don’t worry though~ I’ll be your daddy.” Her heart thumped in her chest, he did remind her of her dad… Why did she think that?! “You won’t be needing Blake anymore.”

Panic filled her chest, but then she felt him pull on her rings, pain filling her body, she blanked out as she began to pee in fear and pain.

The trio got off of the broken mess of a girl, turning back to Nora and Ren, Nora by this point had stripped as she felt they’d want her to. They had done almost nothing to her, not in comparison to the others.

“Now then you two…” He paused smiling, however, he was interrupted at a knock on the door. “Huh… put a pin on that.” Slowly he opened the door, on his face peering through, it was Velvet who seemed oddly anxious.

“Hey Vel. Whats up?” Velvet could smell sweat and fluids from her side, oh god did she come at a good time?!

“Uhm… uhm. Hey Jaune.” She smiled at him, Velvet was definitely cute, “I… can I join?”

“J...Join?” Before he could ask more, he was presented with a collar, a brown one with a bunny rabbit on it. A smile began to cross his face.

“Please?”

“Yes… yes you can.” Opening the door wide, Velvet couldn’t contain her excitement, a huge smile on her face as she looked at the stunned faces of Ren and Nora, or the broken bodies of WBY. Her tongue slipped past her lips as she walked in. “Welcome my dear bunny.”

“Thank you master~” Jaune closed the door behind them.

The night was going to be so much fun~ Good thing he had the camera set up in his room, it’d make recording all of this so much easier. As Velvet walked towards the bed he gave her ass a good firm slap, squeezing her tight rear, his fingers slipping through her underwear.

“Mmm~♥” Her cheeks flushed red, his cock twitched in excitement, though he wasn’t the only one. He watched Pyrrha and Ruby eyed Velvet, lust and hunger obvious in their countenance. He wasn’t the only one looking forward to the next few hours.

#Lie Ren #Pyrrha Nikos #Nora Valkyrie #Jaune Arc #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Yang Xiao Long #Blake Belladonna

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havesexwithghosts · 3 years ago

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The Thunder, Perfect Mind

I was sent forth from the power, and I have come to those who reflect upon me, and I have been found among those who seek after me. Look upon me, you who reflect upon me, and you hearers, hear me. You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves. And do not banish me from your sight. And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing. Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard! Do not be ignorant of me.

For I am the first and the last. I am the honored one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am <the mother> and the daughter. I am the members of my mother. I am the barren one and many are her sons. I am she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband. I am the midwife and she who does not bear. I am the solace of my labor pains. I am the bride and the bridegroom, and it is my husband who begot me. I am the mother of my father and the sister of my husband and he is my offspring. I am the slave of him who prepared me. I am the ruler of my offspring. But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday. And he is my offspring in (due) time, and my power is from him. I am the staff of his power in his youth, and he is the rod of my old age. And whatever he wills happens to me. I am the silence that is incomprehensible and the idea whose remembrance is frequent. I am the voice whose sound is manifold and the word whose appearance is multiple. I am the utterance of my name.

Why, you who hate me, do you love me, and hate those who love me? You who deny me, confess me, and you who confess me, deny me. You who tell the truth about me, lie about me, and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me. You who know me, be ignorant of me, and those who have not known me, let them know me.

For I am knowledge and ignorance. I am shame and boldness. I am shameless; I am ashamed. I am strength and I am fear. I am war and peace. Give heed to me.

I am the one who is disgraced and the great one. Give heed to my poverty and my wealth. Do not be arrogant to me when I am cast out upon the earth, and you will find me in those that are to come. And do not look upon me on the dung-heap nor go and leave me cast out, and you will find me in the kingdoms. And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those who are disgraced and in the least places, nor laugh at me. And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.

But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel. Be on your guard!

Do not hate my obedience and do not love my self-control. In my weakness, do not forsake me, and do not be afraid of my power.

For why do you despise my fear and curse my pride? But I am she who exists in all fears and strength in trembling. I am she who is weak, and I am well in a pleasant place. I am senseless and I am wise.

Why have you hated me in your counsels? For I shall be silent among those who are silent, and I shall appear and speak,

Why then have you hated me, you Greeks? Because I am a barbarian among the barbarians? For I am the wisdom of the Greeks and the knowledge of the barbarians. I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians. I am the one whose image is great in Egypt and the one who has no image among the barbarians. I am the one who has been hated everywhere and who has been loved everywhere. I am the one whom they call Life, and you have called Death. I am the one whom they call Law, and you have called Lawlessness. I am the one whom you have pursued, and I am the one whom you have seized. I am the one whom you have scattered, and you have gathered me together. I am the one before whom you have been ashamed, and you have been shameless to me. I am she who does not keep festival, and I am she whose festivals are many.

I, I am godless, and I am the one whose God is great. I am the one whom you have reflected upon, and you have scorned me. I am unlearned, and they learn from me. I am the one that you have despised, and you reflect upon me. I am the one whom you have hidden from, and you appear to me. But whenever you hide yourselves, I myself will appear. For whenever you appear, I myself will hide from you.

Those who have [...] to it [...] senselessly [...]. Take me [... understanding] from grief. and take me to yourselves from understanding and grief. And take me to yourselves from places that are ugly and in ruin, and rob from those which are good even though in ugliness. Out of shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly; and out of shamelessness and shame, upbraid my members in yourselves. And come forward to me, you who know me and you who know my members, and establish the great ones among the small first creatures. Come forward to childhood, and do not despise it because it is small and it is little. And do not turn away greatnesses in some parts from the smallnesses, for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.

Why do you curse me and honor me? You have wounded and you have had mercy. Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known. And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away [...] turn you away and [... know] him not. [...]. What is mine [...]. I know the first ones and those after them know me. But I am the mind of [...] and the rest of [...]. I am the knowledge of my inquiry, and the finding of those who seek after me, and the command of those who ask of me, and the power of the powers in my knowledge of the angels, who have been sent at my word, and of gods in their seasons by my counsel, and of spirits of every man who exists with me, and of women who dwell within me. I am the one who is honored, and who is praised, and who is despised scornfully. I am peace, and war has come because of me. And I am an alien and a citizen.

I am the substance and the one who has no substance. Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me, and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me. Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me, and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me. On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from me, and on the day when I am far away from you, I am close to you.

[I am ...] within. [I am ...] of the natures. I am [...] of the creation of the spirits. [...] request of the souls. I am control and the uncontrollable. I am the union and the dissolution. I am the abiding and I am the dissolution. I am the one below, and they come up to me. I am the judgment and the acquittal. I, I am sinless, and the root of sin derives from me. I am lust in (outward) appearance, and interior self-control exists within me. I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone and the speech which cannot be grasped. I am a mute who does not speak, and great is my multitude of words. Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness. I am she who cries out, and I am cast forth upon the face of the earth. I prepare the bread and my mind within. I am the knowledge of my name. I am the one who cries out, and I listen. I appear and [...] walk in [...] seal of my [...]. I am [...] the defense [...]. I am the one who is called Truth and iniquity [...].

You honor me [...] and you whisper against me. You who are vanquished, judge them (who vanquish you) before they give judgment against you, because the judge and partiality exist in you. If you are condemned by this one, who will acquit you? Or, if you are acquitted by him, who will be able to detain you? For what is inside of you is what is outside of you, and the one who fashions you on the outside is the one who shaped the inside of you. And what you see outside of you, you see inside of you; it is visible and it is your garment. Hear me, you hearers and learn of my words, you who know me. I am the hearing that is attainable to everything; I am the speech that cannot be grasped. I am the name of the sound and the sound of the name. I am the sign of the letter and the designation of the division. And I [...].( 3 lines missing) [...] light [...]. [...] hearers [...] to you [...] the great power. And [...] will not move the name. [...] to the one who created me. And I will speak his name.

Look then at his words and all the writings which have been completed. Give heed then, you hearers and you also, the angels and those who have been sent, and you spirits who have arisen from the dead. For I am the one who alone exists, and I have no one who will judge me. For many are the pleasant forms which exist in numerous sins, and incontinencies, and disgraceful passions, and fleeting pleasures, which (men) embrace until they become sober and go up to their resting place. And they will find me there, and they will live, and they will not die again.

(Translation: George W. MacRae)

http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/thunder.html

#thunder perfect mind #nag hammadi #gnostic gospels #gnosticism #venereal machine #regina nemorensis #isis

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shreddedparchment · 5 years ago

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Pseudo Princess Pt.29

Captured and Caught

04/24/2020

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 5,876

Warnings: language, slightly graphic injuries, angst, trauma

A/N: I hope you like this chapter. It had a lot of stuff I wanted to see but this is the final stretch. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

PLEASE DO NOT RESPOST MY STORIES. Reblogs are welcome!

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It feels like a nightmare. Bad luck. A curse.

Just when you hope things are better, they’re exactly that much worse.

The world is intent on making things difficult for you.

It will never be easy.

But here, in this moment, with fear licking at your heels and instinct taking over—you react.

Phin moves towards you, lunges at you. All the blackness in his eyes—the familiar lust you’d hoped you’d left behind tells you what he wants.

Before he can touch you, you reach back in search of what you’d been sure you saw on your way down to the village.

You hope it’s still there.

Cold and wet, but hard and sturdy, the broken wooden hoe has only left its staff. It’s enough.

You swing it forward with all the strength you can muster and are rewarded with a resounding THWACK as the wooden rod breaks against Phin’s forearm and the side of his head.

He grunts, pained by the hit, but it sends him staggering to his right and you begin to inch to yours, rounding about his left to put you closer to your old cottage only a short sprint away.

So close. Steve is so close.

“Stay away from me.” You tell Phin, voice shaking despite the strength of your attack.

Phin still terrifies you and your body is still catching up to that. Your desire to protect your little one outweighing the fear and panic.

“You little bitch!” Phin growls, spitting onto the soggy ground a nice thick stream of vibrant red.

“I’m warning you, Phin. Stay back, or I’ll fetch my husband and he'll finish what I started.” You adjust your grip on what remains of the wooden staff, broken and sharp now, you could just stab him.

You can’t.

You will if he comes close. If he threatens the safety of your Prince. You will murder him if necessary.

However, as Queen of Broklin now, you shouldn’t.

“Husband?” Phin sneers, moving a step towards you as he lowers his large arms to swing threateningly at his side. “Who would want to marry you?”

You understand what he means, but he goes on. Insulting you, but you don’t care. As long as he stays away.

“No smart man is gonna want an orphaned trollop.” He seethes, visibly angered by your assault.

“I never gave you anything.” You tell him, you were a maid for Steve and you’ll not have anyone contest that truth. “You tried to take. But I beat you then and I’ll beat you now, Phin.

“I’m more than the girl I was.

“But you’ll always be a foul, loathsome, rapist. If you know what is good for you, you will turn around and go back home. Leave me be. Or you’ll regret it even more than you already do.” You offer, taking another step to your right putting you closer to the cottage.

Phin laughs as if he can’t take your threat seriously. As if you’re a joke.

His gaze goes dark again and he lunges towards you as you raise your makeshift spear. He halts, feet stuck to the ground as his eyes travel over your head towards your little run-down cottage.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Steve’s deep voice wonders.

You don’t dare turn your back on Phin to check on Steve but you’re sure he’s there, being as threatening as he can in the state he’s currently in.

“I’m here.” You tell him, voice flooded with relief and joy that Steve heard your commotion with Phin.

There’s still a small quake of fear as you begin to calm, and you know that Steve will hear it and worry. In this instance, you are more than alright with his fretting.

“Who’s that?” Steve asks.

“No one.” You say quickly. “He’s nobody.”

The intent is clear. Insulting. Malicious. You hope he feels like nothing, just as he made you feel time and again before your life changed.

“Hmm.” Steve says, playing for time. “Well, come inside my petal, it’s freezing.

You finally look at him and nearly faint at the exquisite sight of him in his torn and dirty tunic, white shirt frayed at the seams.

Despite his tattered appearance, he’s a vision.

His wide shoulders still fill the space and as he ducks underneath the doorway—Steve is too tall for the opening.

“Thanks for stopping by, Nobody, but I must ask you to leave my wife and I in peace.” Steve says, almost echoing the casual venom you used yourself earlier.

You move quickly into the box of Steve’s extended arm. As soon as you’re in reach, he caresses the back of your head, neck, then his hand slides down to the small of your back as he moves with you inside.

Dropping your parcels on the ratty bed, you hunch over, pressing your hand to your tummy as you wait for the world to stop spinning.

“Are you alright?” Steve asks, moving to you, intent on putting his hands on your back again.

However, he’s still not well and you’re quick to turn before he can touch you.

“I’m perfect. Get back into bed while I make us something to eat.” You chastise him.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to be in bed.” He argues, his jaw tight in rebellion.

“Steve, please?” You don’t have the inner strength to be stern with him after meeting Phin so unexpectedly.

“You’re not alright.” He says, reaching out with his hand to cup your cheek but once more you stop him, taking hold of it and pushing it down.

“I’m a little startled. I wasn’t expecting to see him so suddenly.” You admit.

Steve watches you for a moment, storm blue eyes intent on every miniscule shift in your expression.

Slowly he inhales. You search his own face and find a quiet fury building in him.

“Steve…”

“It was him, wasn’t it? The guy that tried to-” Despite hating that someone else had hurt you, you can see the guilt in Steve’s eyes.

He’s still torturing himself over your wedding night and probably every night after that when he’d used your body, refusing to accept you as his wife.

“He’s gone. Please let it go. If he comes back then I will not protest your defending my honor, and our little one. But you’re still injured. And we must lay low. We can’t afford to call attention to ourselves.” Turning around you undo the twine wrapped around the largest parcel.

Pulling his new trousers out from the stack of clothes you’d purchased for both of you, you hold them up then turn back to face him and hold the pants against his waist.

They’re just the right size! A smile creeps onto your lips, smug and proud that you’d assessed Steve’s size correctly.

“I’ll heat you some water. You can take a quick washing and then change into these new clothes. We’ll both need some cleaning up.” You ponder the amount of water you’ll need, and you’ll have to take two trips. You’ll send Steve to bathe first, then you’ll wash yourself quickly.

Moving to the cauldron with its broken handle, you manage to lift it, but a light smacking sound draws your gaze behind you.

Steve is already there, taking the large basin from you.

“Doctor Selvig advised you to take care. I’m fairly certain lifting cauldrons full of water would be the direct opposite of that.” Steve tells you, annoyed with your refusal to rest.

“Steve-”

“And we’ll bathe together. I will have you within my sights until we are back in the safety of our castle, or your father’s.” He leaves no room for argument as he tucks the large cauldron under his left arm and then reaches down to take hold of your hand. “How will we do this?”

Waiting for you to instruct him, he stands looking down at you, his hand squeezing yours every few seconds.

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” You tell him, lips curling up at the corners.

“And you’re mine.” Steve gives your hand another squeeze. “Where to my flower?”

With a sigh you remove your hand from his to wrap the clothing you’d purchased up one more time, then tuck the package beneath your arm and take his hand again.

“There’s a river close by. We’ll bring the water back, heat it up, and I’ll set down some hay in the corner so that we can bathe in the warmth of the cottage.” You explain.

“To the river then.” Steve declares and pulls you from your home.

With Steve at your side, it’s hard to feel unsafe. Not only is he large and imposing, but he takes such great care to make sure that you are alright.

He makes sure you’re seated comfortably on an old fallen tree before he wades into the edges of the river and scoops up way more water than you would have.

This way, the two of you will not have to make more than one trip. The water will take longer to heat but you’ll take that over trudging out here in the cold again.

“I bought us enough food for two days.” You tell him, sure that it’s enough. “We won’t have to come out again until then, and we’ll go hunting instead of back into the village when the time comes. I think staying out of everyone’s notice is in our best interest.”

“I agree.” Steve nods, holding the cauldron steady as it fills. “If it was Pierce behind the attack—both of them, and I’m sure he was—then he will not give up so easily. He’ll send scouts.”

“You would think that he’d be ashamed to do it.” You frown, hating Pierce with a passion after the fear he made Bucky strike within your heart.

Your son had almost lost his life before he was even here. If Bucky had succeeded, even though it was clear that he’d been under someone else’s influence, you would not have been able to forgive him.

Steve shakes his head. “Pierce cares only what the Kingdom can do for his pocket. He wants the prestige. He wants the glory.”

“Being a King is not glorious. Not always.” You agree.

Steve smiles softly, still watching the water.

“No.” He agrees. “It isn’t. Sometimes we must make terrible decisions. We make choices and must stand by them.”

“Like when you chose to marry me?” You offer.

Steve’s head whips up, his eyes searching your face for any sign of pain or distress.

“Choosing to marry you was the best decision I have ever made, in my life.” He assures you.

“But it didn’t feel like that when you made it.” You remind him.

He sighs heavily, standing up, his wide shoulders slumped a bit as he holds the heavy cauldron. “No. It didn’t.”

“You’re worried I’m upset.” You realize, getting up from your spot and moving towards him.

“No.” He says, holding his hand out towards you. “The water’s cold, stay there.”

You ignore him and move to the very edge, the toes of your fancy shoes resting just out of reach.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think on us, Steve. You made what you thought was the correct choice for your Kingdom. No one with any common sense would fault you for that. And what happened between us in the beginning is in the past.

“It was very painful, and it taught me that one might plan for something and find that it doesn’t go at all how one expects. I am cautioned now. And I also know that when offered a challenge, I can rise to it and weather the struggle—mostly. I did run away.” You smile.

Steve doesn’t return it and instead seems to pout. Unintentionally, but still, that lower lip of his protrudes just a bit and you resist every urge in your body pushing you towards him to capture those pink lips between your teeth.

“Oh, my love.” You chuckle. “When will you believe me that I do not regret our beginnings?”

“I regret them for you.” Steve tells you, still pouting. “I married you and made you my Queen. I should have treated you like one.”

You chuckle again and open your arms for him, your small belly protruding through the open cloak.

His eyes wander down to it and you can almost see the excitement flare up in his eyes.

It sends flutters into your chest and nearly takes your breath away. But he makes the choice to go to you.

As he hoists the cauldron up and begins to move towards you, a shift in the trees behind him catches your eye and you start, alert.

“What is it?” He asks, aware of your sudden panic.

He turns to look at what you see but there’s nothing there now.

“We should get back.” You whisper, almost certain that you’d seen someone watching.

As Steve takes your hand and you both begin the walk back to your little dilapidated cottage, you can’t help but wonder how truly safe you are here. You were never safe before…and nothing seems to have changed.

“Are they here?” Tony asks, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he picks up his golden crown—shining red rubies sparkling at Nat as she stands up from having just woke him.

“They’re approaching the gate.” She assures him, as tony springs from his comfortable cushioned chair.

Nat gives Bucky a glance, just a lump underneath many blankets in her room. No other place would do. She’d insisted once she’d woken up to find everyone gone, searching for you and Steve.

“If I must stay here, then I’m going to have him in my room where I can keep both eyes on him and make sure that you or your guards can finish what you started years ago.”

Tony had of course been offended. He hadn’t tried to kill Bucky in years! And he’d given his word…Doing right by you meant doing right by Steve. He couldn’t go around killing his best friend.

She follows Tony, watching the way he nervously adjusts his lush red velvet robe. His boots fall heavily with his drowsiness against the pale stones of his floor.

Nat smiles. Just a little. It’s amusing, how much he looks forward to meeting with the Wakandans. Especially their Princess. She seems to be of particular interest to him.

Nat knows why. It had been them that had crafted Bucky’s first arm. The skill she used, the way she wielded metal somehow seemed to have a power over it to make it do as she wished was something Tony greatly admired.

“Open the gate.” Tony says loudly and there’s a scramble of guards as they rush to open doors as he goes.

There’s a clatter of hooves as the gates are thrown open and through it marches six large black horses pulling the largest of Tony’s carriages. Behind it is a smaller cart with reinforced wheels, packed heavily with cases and boxes made of steel and iron of the likes that Tony has never seen.

His heart beats rapidly with excitement at the contents that those boxes may contain.

As the carriage rolls to a stop, there’s a flurry of movement as the coachmen dismount to open the doors.

Tony waves over a few of the burlier servants and gestures at the cart behind the carriage.

“Get those down to the first dungeon. And take their trunks to the third-floor rooms, by the Southern tower.” He orders.

Nat and Tony watch the open carriage door until first emerges a tall man in beautiful blue and black silks. The intricate pattern along the neckline—an array of angled triangles and squares—is beautifully stitched. The elegant lines of this man’s dress only enhances the warm umber tone of his skin and the piercing dark of his eyes. The otherwise gentle flow of the fabric is hidden underneath a thick black cloak, silver thread along the hem and neckline.

As he alights, the man bows his head at Tony and Tony returns the gesture. He struts over to the man and holds out his hand who graciously takes it and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Your Majesty, King T’Challa.” Tony says, his reverence clear. This is a man and a kingdom he admires.

“King Anthony, Tony.” T’Challa replies.

The two of them smile and then chuckle as they quickly embrace.

“My friend.” T’Challa says. “How are you?”

Tony sighs, almost as if he has been waiting for someone to ask this question.

“Much better, now that you’re here.” Tony nods, then looks to the carriage as a petite hand peeks through. “Allow me.”

He moves forward as T’Challa and Nat give their greetings to take Princess Shuri’s hand.

With a firm grip she allows him to lead her down the steps and smiles at him for his kindness. Tony’s eyes shine.

“Good day, Princess Shuri.” He gushes, completely enraptured with her intellect.

“Hello again, your Majesty.” She smiles, a knowing sparkle in her eyes. “Well, where is he? Where is the White Wolf?”

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“I thought you said he had been beaten to within an inch of his life?” Shuri says, assessing the fading bruises on Bucky’s sleeping face.

“He was.” Nat assures her. “His bruises have begun to fade, and we’ve done the best we could with his arm. Tony removed the remnants of what was left of it. We put them side for you, in case you needed them.”

“I do not need them.” Shuri assures her then takes her finger and presses lightly against the bruising on Bucky’s face. His cuts have healed and have since faded.

Nat had been completely astounded by the miracle of it and then she realized that Hydra must have done more to him than even he knew if he could heal so quickly and not scar.

“He heals fast.” Nat says, hovering by the post footpost of the bed, wringing her hands to release her anxiety.

Shuri’s gaze goes to them and Nat quickly tugs on the bodice of her blue dress before crossing her arms across her chest to keep them out of the way.

“Faster than normal people, I mean.” She clarifies.

Shuri turns back to Bucky and pulls over a small wooden case. She opens it and pulls out what looks like a mirror without the silver. She holds it to where his shoulder sits empty, his arm gone.

“How long has he been unconscious?” Shuri asks, and once again Nat begins to wring her hands. This time, she doesn’t attempt to hide her worry.

“It’s been at least two weeks.” She says in a quiet whisper.

Shuri sighs. “I’ll need to know everything. From when he began his attack to the moment he was brought to submission.”

Getting up, she turns to look at Tony and carefully covers Bucky’s armless shoulder again.

“Do you have somewhere that I can work?” She closes her box and tucks it underneath her arm.

Solemnly, Tony nods, his eyes on Bucky. Wondering if it’s his fault that he hasn’t woken up.

He’d given him the full force of his chest beam…what if he injured him internally?

Shuri grabs hold of her yellow skirts and moves for the door. Tony right behind her.

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Warmth envelops you. Presses against your stomach. There’s a shift there, like a soap bubble popping, but inside. It feels strange.

You hear a chuckle, hearty and happy. The sound of it pleases you so much that you smile despite the sleepy state you find yourself in.

Still mostly unconscious, you reach down towards the warmth on your tummy and you remember as your hands find slightly stiff hair that you’re pregnant.

The popping bubbles make more sense now and you realize that your little prince must be kicking.

Then you remember that Steve is the only one to chuckle just so and you force your eyes open. You need to see him.

You find him looking towards your feet, both of his large hands pressed against the small swell of your stomach. His ear rests against the exposed flesh, your dress gathered up along your waist leaving you exposed.

Maybe you would have protested if the sight before you had not been so sweet? It is still chilly.

However, you can’t bring yourself to complain as you run your fingers through Steve’s hair with a bit more conviction.

He sits up a little, looking down at your belly, cupping it lovingly. Hot gentle lips kiss your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine.

Steve pulls your dress back down, laying it over your legs carefully before he meets your eyes then lays himself back down beside you.

You melt against his chest as he pulls you close, searching for your lips with his own.

You give him what he seeks, and he chuckles as you pucker your lips against his.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” He whispers, almost as if he’s still afraid to do so.

“You didn’t wake me.” You assure him. “Our son did.”

You reach down with a free hand while the other holds onto Steve’s shirt front.

“He was moving.” Steve declares, his storm blue eyes shining with glee. “He’s really in there.”

What a funny statement. You chuckle, unable to helps yourself with the innocence of Steve’s realization.

“Of course, he’s in there, my love. Where else would he be?” You laugh again, easy and slowly as you reach up to frame his face.

“I don’t know. I guess I just never thought I might feel him move before he was born.” Steve admits.

For a split second, your heart hurts for him and the family he’s so obviously been desperate to have.

Reminding yourself that finally, with you, he will have it—you pass by the painful thought quickly and settle back on pleasant satisfaction.

“He’s really there.” You promise him.

After a few silent minutes, Steve gently caressing your stomach while you take stock of your current state, your stomach growls and Steve is up before you know what happened.

“Where are you going?” You ask, startled.

“You’re hungry.” Steve points out.

Before he can get too far you catch his wrist and pull him back towards you, tugging him down and he obeys, kneeling beside you on the straw bed.

You tug his shirt up, exposing his ribs and the faded scar. He doesn’t fight you, letting you fuss over him. Probably enjoying it.

“It’s so much better.” You gasp.

Steve chuckles.

“I’m sorry, I’m still not used to it.” You admit, shaking your head a little as you lower his shirt again.

You stroke his cheekbone, tracing the lines you’d memorized over the last two weeks where black and blue had mixed on his peach skin.

It had taken these bruises so much longer to heal than the last he’d gotten, and Steve had surmised that it was because Bucky was different.

“What do you mean, different?” You’d asked him, wary.

“He’s changed. I didn’t notice before because we’d kept relatively safe. I’d been so broken up about Margaret’s death and Hydra had gone under after we’d rescued Bucky that we had no reason to seek a fight.

“The few quests we did go one had minimal fighting and I took care of that mostly.” Steve had ignored your frown at the time, refusing to give in to your stress over his throwing himself into harm’s way so readily.

“But what do you mean? Are you saying he’s like you?” You’d supplied, guessing rather well.

“Very much like me. I’m not sure what they did to him, but I don’t think all the did was take his arm. I’m fairly sure they put something else there too. Deep in his head probably. Magics or something of the like.” Steve had gone into silence as he’d mulled over his suspicions and you’d made a mental note to ask Grandmother about magics that could alter one’s mind the way Bucky’s had been changed.

You’re glad his bruising has gone down. No more swelling. Only a faded pink scar reminds you of the beating he’d taken for you.

Steve catches your hand, holding it by the wrist before he pulls you towards him. He wraps one arm around your waist while he continues to hold the other to keep you leaning towards him.

He ducks his head down to reach your lips and kisses you until you’re forced to turn your head to take a breath.

“Steve…” You sigh, laughing nervously. “…you’ll suffocate me.”

He chuckles and gets to his feet. “What will you have for breakfast? Should I go get you a squirrel?”

You frown at him, glancing at the small window that sits mostly covered by an old tattered curtain. There is no light shining in. In fact, it looks absolutely pitch black outside.

“It’s not even morning yet.” You argue.

Steve looks at the window too, hands going to his waist as he stares at the lack of sunlight.

“Guess we overslept a little.” He says, but you know very well that he must have been up for hours.

He’d let you sleep, and when he looks back at you, he’s exuding a quiet worry. He’s trying to hide it from you.

“Steve…” You plead.

“I didn’t want to wake you. You looked very tired and you’re not eating as much. You’ve lost a little weight.” He sighs. “I need to get you back to Tony’s castle.”

“It’s too dangerous.” You shake your head. “We’ll wait another two weeks and then we’ll go. They’ll have moved on by then.”

“We don’t even know if they’re here.” Steve argues. “The last we heard they were two towns over.”

“And that isn’t very far.” You point out. “They will come through here, I know it.”

Steve sighs heavily, frustration sweeping off of him in rolls as he flexes his jaw. He wants you to eat well. He wants you healthy. But he can’t control the stress you’re under. The fear that you feel at every moment that you will be found by Hydra and that they’ll do something to your baby.

They could kill you and you’d be happy, so long as your child was allowed to live. With the fate of the kingdom, however, you know that your son’s life would be the first to go.

No. Food is the furthest thing from your mind, despite the necessity you have for it to live. You want to be home and safe, where no one can touch you and your little one can live in peace.

“I’m fine with bread and cheese.” You tell him, leaning towards him, reaching for him because he’s close enough that you can graze his pant leg.

“We have no cheese.” Steve snaps.

“Then just bread!” You laugh lightly, grabbing his pant leg and pulling him close once more.

He falls to his knees for you, walking towards you before he sits back and places his hands on your belly.

“This will pass.” You whisper for him, reaching up to pull him down so that you can press your forehead to his. “We will get out of here and things will be better. Bucky will be fine, and our child will be born happy and healthy and we will live out the rest of our lives together until we both die wrinkled and gray, still arguing over how best to care for each other.”

Steve sighs, and you can almost feel the ache in his chest in your own. Placing your hand there, you massage it lightly, your brow furrowed in sympathetic agony.

“You are doing fantastic, Steve.” You assure him and he meets your eyes.

They shake, filling with tears before one slips along his cheek. You wipe it away quickly, smearing it along his slightly dirty cheek. It’s been impossible for either of you to get properly clean here.

“You’re losing weight.” He argues.

“And that’s not your fault. I’m just worried.” You finally admit. “About you, about our son. I’m worry about Nat and Father and Bucky. And I’m terrified that someone will find us and you’ll do something stupid to try and protect me.”

You tease him, and he sniffles. Shutting his eyes, he pulls you tight again his chest so that your back is curved in a slightly uncomfortable position as he holds you there. Yet you give him what he needs, wrapping your arms under his and around to rest against his back.

“I can’t lose you.” He whispers fiercely.

As he breathes in, it shakes with emotion and the chuckle rolls across your throat softly.

“Oh, Steve.” You say gently, trying to pacify his own fears. “Once our little one is born, you will always have a part of me with you. Until then, I promise not to leave your side.”

“You can’t leave me even after he’s born!” Steve fights you.

“Alright.” You relent. “Do the others know just how needy you are? How much attention you require? How romantic you can be?”

Steve pulls back, shaking his head before he shrugs.

“They saw me with Margaret.” He says.

“And were you like this with her?” You wonder, genuinely curious and not at all jealous.

“Only once or twice. Under very similar circumstances.” He admits, rising again and moving to grab the basket of food you’d gone out to purchase four days ago.

You relax on the bed, so close to the ground that you can feel the cold from outside seeping through. Rising you move towards the fire and throw in a few more pieces of wood Steve had gathered.

The fire roars a little stronger and Steve meets you back on the bed with the basket.

“Just bread now.” He tells you, but he cuts it in two and offers you the larger piece.

“Steve…” You frown, reaching around his outstretched hand to take the smaller piece.

“You need it more.” He argues.

“And you’re bigger than me.” You point out.

“You’re so stubborn!” He growls but is interrupted as the door to your little cottage is thrown open.

You gasp, nearly screaming as you drop your bed, startled by the sudden noise.

A rush of cold wind fills the cottage, your fire crackling loudly as it tries to combat the sudden cold.

Steve thrusts himself between you and the door, turning to give you his back with his shield already in hand.

“When I tell you to run, run.” Steve says quietly.

From the darkness of the opening, a familiar head of red hair struts in, his smirk hateful and bitter.

“You shouldn’t have hit me, Your Majesty.” Phin says, mocking you and your title.

No! You think in terror. How?

How did he find out?! This can’t be happening!

“And now you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.” He spits, then steps aside as a dark figure moves in behind him.

You coil in on yourself, cupping your belly as you prepare yourself to turn and run as Steve begins to rise from his crouch in front of you only to stop halfway.

The figure steps into the light, and it feels as if your heart might explode in jubilation.

With his sepia skin, still mostly silk save for the frost-bitten tips of his nose, ears, and chin Sam gives you and Steve a small minute shake of his head.

You cling to Steve’s back more tightly, noticing the other things about Sam that you hadn’t noticed before.

He wears head to toe black, the same leather tunic with subtle metal plating on his torso and legs that the Hydra knights had been wearing. He glares at both of you then whistles loudly.

Behind him rush in a party of men you’ve never seen before. All of them wearing the same armor.

“Come quietly and we won’t hurt the Queen.” Sam says, such danger in his voice.

You’ve never heard Sam sound this way. It drives chills down your spine.

With no choice but to obey, Steve drops his arms, defeat in his shoulders.

The other knights haul him to his feet, ripping the shield from his hands and then escort you both towards the door.

Sam steps aside as you move through the doorway, one of the knights poking into your back painfully but you don’t dare make a sound.

As you pass them, you look at Phin, clinging to Steve’s arm which is held out back towards you to offer you what little protective comfort he can. Sam reaches onto his waist and pulls a pouch of what must be gold and tosses it to Phin.

“If you speak of this to anyone, you will feel the wrath of Hydra’s sword.” Sam warns Phin, a true threat.

Phin goes white.

You and Steve are shoved roughly into a large closed cart. You trip on your way in but Steve turns to catch you and settles you there between his legs in the far corner of the carriage. You can feel the wood rough and splintered beneath your legs and adjust your dress as best you can.

“Move quickly. This needs to be done before morning.” Sam orders the guard then climbs in after the two of you and moves to sit himself on one of the built-in benches on the sides of the cart. “Shut the door. Lock it.”

They obey him, slamming the doors shut and then bolting it shut. A moment later, you’re jerked forward as the cart begins to move.

For ten minutes, you cling as tightly as you can to Steve, his arms hot and tight. Then as the cart’s movements become steadier, he relaxes his arms. It gets faster, cutting through the winter night quickly.

Steve sighs.

“What took you so long?” He shakes his head, then reaches up to caress the side of your head. “Relax, my flower. We’re safe now.”

Confused, you turn to Sam and find him smiling. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, brilliant white teeth shining down at you as your heartbeat slows.

It had all been a ruse!

“How are my skills of deceit, your Majesty?” Sam asks you, then chuckles and relaxes against the side of the cart.

“But…” You begin, confused, and so emotionally wrought that you begin to cry without meaning to.

Maybe it was all the built-up fear over the two weeks you’ve been back home, or maybe it’s the relief that you’re finally somewhere that the treat of death no longer presses down on you and your baby.

“Shit…” Sam says, moving towards you on his knees to hover uselessly before you, not daring to touch you as you sob softly.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Sam says, but Steve pulls you closer.

You hide your face into his chest, clinging to his shirt tightly as all the stress you’ve been feeling goes pouring from your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Sam repeats, this time speaking to Steve.

“It’s not you.” Steve assures him, stroking your back. “We’re just finally safe.”

He kisses your head, pressing his lips against your hair. “You’re safe.”

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