#*blows a kiss* to the wasps

[cicadaghost]

her name is yellowjacket and she is my friend

(this is a pro-wasp post, do not be mean in the notes)

[fagtainsparklez]

wasps are so pretty,,,,,, i love themb

[ericscroptop]

Smokey And Sweet

✧ pairing: neighbor! lee jeno x fem! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), mentions of food and eating, mentions of death (no actual people die/have died), smoking from jeno & reader (cigarette), cursing, teasing, car sex, semi-public sex (oops), missionary, big d!ck jeno, fingering, protected sex, slight corruption kink, dirty talk, praising, pet names, some drool & spit, kissing, shy reader when it comes to godly men like lee jeno, slightly bad-boy jeno but more so his aura, reader & jeno are in their early 20s

✦ word count: 11.6k words (i literally couldn’t stop)

✧ synopsis: new boy next door takes an interest in you and decides to take you as a warm welcome into town.

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Winter had said its goodbye weeks ago, and now, it has fully transitioned into Spring.

With Spring having sprung, the environment has come back to life and everything is blooming once again.

You can now enjoy hearing the sweet songs from the birds chirping proudly every day. You can savor the sunshine and natural light for much longer now due to the time being pushed forward an hour. And, the weather isn’t bitterly cold anymore so you could actually go outside having your skin exposed without your body tingling, stinging, and shivering.

Though, there were still downsides to Spring that you loathed— such as torrential downpours, freshly awoken wasps and bumblebees, and random sneezing fits from pollen. But on days like today where the air felt so fresh outside and you frankly had nothing better else to do, the outdoors called to you.

You desired to spend your leisure time this evening outside. Maybe you’d even decide to buy a treat from the ice cream truck that drove past your neighborhood almost daily now that the weather was warmer. You relish in just the thought of enjoying your first ice cream this season from the cute truck. You’d definitely buy one.

With the weather just right, you chose to wear a simple oversized t-shirt and your pair of frilly-ruffled, black and white polka dot shorts, along with your go-to comfortable footwear. Perfect for lounging out in the breezy and warm weather.

Deciding to sit on the tailgate of your dad’s pickup truck while you wait, you scroll mindlessly through your phone with your wallet by your side.

Although your face was trained on your phone instead of enjoying the outdoors peacefully, at least you were outside instead of cooped up in indoors.

In the midst of the sounds of nature, from wind blowing the trees to birds singing, you hear the sound of your neighbors’s door swing open. Though, you refrain yourself from allowing your eyes to follow the sound, trying to ignore their presence even though curiosity fills you.

This past week, a new family had moved into the house next to yours. It had been vacant and up for sale for awhile, as the previous owners decided to relocate elsewhere.

You’ve seen the movers and had your fair share of brief glimpses towards the house, but you tried your best to ignore and avoid them.

Although your whole life your neighbors have been unproblematic and greet your parents every-so-often, you weren’t someone who enjoyed small talk and acted ‘neighborly.’ You lived in your own bubble, and were too shy in even sparing a greeting to your neighbors.

That may seem a bit bitchy, but you just felt awkward and never really knew what to say. It felt easier just minding your own business.

You probably should work on your social skills. Maybe then you’d actually have something to do instead of sitting alone outside like a loser waiting for some ice cream— at your grown age.

With your attention directed towards your phone, you don’t notice that it is a boy that comes out of the door.

Said boy walks out of his house and lets out a deep sigh with both hands on his hips as he stands on his porch.

Honestly, Jeno didn’t really know how to feel about the move. His parents had decided to move out of the big city he’s known and loved his entire life, and ditch it for this unknown-small town he has to call home now.

While he’s in his early twenties and fully capable of living on his own as an adult, he just graduated college and rent was fucking expensive these days. For the time being, it was easier to move and live with his parents until he found a job and could start saving for his own place.

There was nothing wrong with adults living with their parents, anyways. There were upsides and downsides to it— as there were with practically anything. But it’s what will work for now.

It just sucks that he had to leave everything he’s ever known behind and start over. But life’s all about growing and new adventures— at least, that’s what the older adults say. He just has to learn to adapt to his new environment and embrace change.

He’s been unpacking boxes and organizing his new room all day. It was now around 6pm, and he’d been in the house all day doing labor and cleaning. After being stuck indoors all day, he figured it was time for a break to go for a short drive or maybe get food someplace.

As he stepped out his front door and stood on the porch, he looked towards his left and noticed your figure.

A girl, he thought. He hadn’t really gotten a chance to even notice any of his neighbors or surroundings fully, as he was too immersed in helping his parents settle into their new home and couldn’t keep his attention on anything outside of moving in.

From his porch he could see your figure swaying your head faintly from side to side, legs swinging back and forth in the air over the cracked concrete of your driveway. You were in your own world, phone in hand and sat by your lonesome self.

How cute, he thinks. He probably looks like a freak just staring at your form, but he glances around the street fleetingly and it doesn’t seem like anyone else is out right now. You don’t seem to notice his presence watching you— or at least, maybe you’re pretending you don’t.

You peak his interest suddenly. He wonders what you’re like and from this distance, he can see that you’re definitely an adult like him. Maybe you’re around his age. He could use a friend or at least, know someone in this foreign town.

He gives himself an internal pep-talk of confidence to walk up to you. You’d start seeing each other almost daily now that you’re neighbors, and he doesn’t think he can stay unacquainted with you. So he strides his way towards your house to introduce himself like a gentleman.

While engrossed in whatever nonsense you’re watching on your phone, you begin to detect movement from your peripheral, as well as hear shoes scraping against the concrete.

Your eyes slightly widen at that, sensing a complete stranger coming towards your direction. It wasn’t everyday someone decided to approach you suddenly. Your body stilled and you found strength to raise your head, locking eyes with what seems to be a handsome man.

He brings a hand up and waves, continuing walking up to you until he’s like only 6 feet away.

“Hey— sorry to bother you, but I came to introduce myself. I’m Jeno. I just moved in next door.” he shoots you a smile.

“Oh— hey! Yeah, it’s nice to meet you.” you awkwardly get up to stand on your feet and extend an arm out.

“I’m Y/n. Welcome to the neighborhood!” you put on your best smile as he takes your hand to shake it firmly, practically blacking out mentally as you cannot believe this is a real scene playing out.

You’re left utterly dumbfounded once you took a good gander at this guy.

There was a contrast to him. His skin was pretty much bright and his beauty could light up darkness and draw irresistible attention to him, but he was also kind of shadowy in a way. Although he greeted you with a smile that reached his eyes, he seemed to have this intimidating presence to him.

Maybe you’re just saying that because anyone who’s attractive to you intimidates the fuck out of you. But he seems to ooze natural confidence and appeal. His features were sharp, and he just had this indescribable aura to him that made you weak. You couldn’t pin point what it was.

It didn’t help that he was cool enough to rock an undercut, seeing it peeking through slightly from his right side of face. Not to mention, you couldn’t help but shift your eyes down for a second to look at his almost-exposed chest, first few buttons of his dark flannel left undone.

His dark eyes, dark hair, and dark shirt contrast with his light blue baggy jeans and kind smile, making your skin heat up from his presence, even in the midst of a breeze passing through.

But anyways— your new neighbor is a hot man that decided to come over and greet you. If that’s not a moment in history, then you don’t know what is.

The smile on his face doesn’t falter one bit as you greet him back, feeling your smaller, slightly wobbly hand shaking his own, and sees the slight tint of pink coloring your cheeks. Was it from the weather or his abrupt approach? He’s not sure. And neither are you.

“Thanks. I— uh, actually noticed you were sitting out here alone. Figured I’d come introduce myself. Since I’m new to this town, I don’t know anyone.” he admits.

Your lips parted as you attentively listened to his every word, arms crossed. You let out a chuckle as he finishes, “To be honest with you, i’m not really familiar with anyone else in this neighborhood— and i’ve lived on this street my whole life.” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head as you look around at nothing in particular sheepishly.

Your words and quiet laugh only makes his smile bigger. “Yeah? Maybe I could be your first neighbor-friend.” Jeno smirks at you, his hands shifting around in the pockets of his jeans.

The dopamine releasing from your brain causes you to feel giddy and it feels like butterflies are fluttering inside your stomach from excitement and coyness. You’re gushing internally at the fact that God himself has sent you a cute neighbor— one who had the urge to come over and is showing interest in you.

You only know his name and your delusional-self is already mentally planning your future with him.

“I could definitely use a friend.” your smile is genuine as you tell him, showing courtesy to your new neighbor.

You see the smile reach to his eyes again, meeting your gaze before he looks down at his own feet while grinning, making you look away shyly.

God, you felt like a teenager again.

“Do you care if I sit out here with you? I don’t really have anything better to do.” Jeno speaks. He really wants to get to know you and waste no time. You seem very sweet, and like he said, he actually doesn’t have anything better to do. (He still had some unpacking left to do unfortunately, but he needed a damn break.)

You can feel your heart rate increase and a flash of heat hits you at his words, feeling flustered that your peaceful evening has unexpectedly taken a turn.

“Of course! I could use someone to keep me company.” you say, still feeling flushed.

You pushed your rear back onto the truck’s tailgate and Jeno follows suit. He takes a seat next to you, making you hold back a giggle at how the truck lowered for a moment due to the extra weight now added.

“So… you were just out here chilling alone?” he queries with both arms outstretched behind him, leaning back a bit and making himself comfortable.

“I actually came out ‘cause I wanted some ice cream. Now that it’s warmer out again, a truck usually passes by everyday.” you begin to swing your legs like you were earlier as you continued. “I’m grown as hell waiting for the ice cream man by myself. Can you believe that?” you laugh.

Jeno finds your demeanor endearing. How you’re just out here innocently waiting for some ice cream. And the way that you seem like a ball of sunshine. You’re unintentionally stirring his emotions with sudden fondness and attraction towards you.

“Hey, that’s cute. And, now you have company to wait alongside you.” he states, his eyes stuck on you as he spoke.

Your cheeks must’ve been permanently stained pink since he’s made himself known. His natural charm and solely being in the presence of an attractive male has your palms sweaty and senses tingling.

“So why’d you move here?” you attempt to make conversation, trying to push pass the fact that he basically called you cute and is sitting directly next to you.

He inhales some air and huffs it out deeply before speaking. “Parents wanted to settle in a smaller town now that they’re getting older. We lived in the city my whole life, but my parents wanted a change. Plus, my dad runs an auto repair shop, and he had the grand idea of extending his business here, so… yeah.”

“I just graduated college a while ago, too. You’d think that I would have my own place and not be packed up alongside my parents, but i’m trying to figure out what I wanna do. Rent’s too expensive in the city, anyways. I have friends I could’ve moved in with to split rent, but since we all graduated, we all are doing our own things and they have their partners and stuff.” he continued.

“S’ry for rambling. I’m just dumping all this shit on you.” Jeno shakes his head, scoffing at his own rant. The last thing he wants is for you to think he’s looking for pity and seem lame.

“Nooo— it’s okay. I asked you a question and you answered it. Sounds like there’s so much change in your life recently. It would only be natural to feel sour or uncertain about your current life. I know it’s probably not ideal, but I hope you adjust well here.” you offer him an empathetic smile, trying to assure him that his feelings are valid.

Jeno looks at you, intrigued and taken aback by your words. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with something that suddenly made his heart stir.

He isn’t one to get sappy or ever seeks for people to comfort him. He wasn’t even asking for sympathy. You were just kind enough to offer him some touching and uplifting words.

The ends of his lips curl at your tenderness. “Wow… do you always say such nice things to people you barely know?” he decides to tease you.

Your face grows hot, laughing nervously as you speak, “What? I’m just telling you what I think.” you pause for a couple seconds before continuing, “Moving can be mentally and physically taxing. Change is never easy. Especially as a young adult, we’re still trying to figure everything out. So I feel for you.”

“There you go again.” Jeno can’t help but smirk, eyes falling to his own lap, hands clasped together.

“You majored in psychology or something? Your words are naturally comforting.” he chuckles.

You scoff at that. “I’m actually in community college— and undecided.”

He hums at your response, finally learning something about you.

“Well, i’m sure you’d be good in any career field. You sound very mature.”

You pursed your lips to the side, feeling flustered at all these small compliments he’s throwing your way. He’s probably just being nice, but he’s probably thinking the same about yourself towards him. Though, you were a very compassionate person. Your words were earnest.

And his own words carried much weight to your brain, especially because it was coming from a man. A very attractive one, at that.

“I dunno, I was just being real.” you brushed his comment off.

“Nah, you’re definitely a smart girl. Come on now.” Jeno tilts his head at you, staring at you attentively.

He’s wondering what goes on in that pretty little head of yours. He has the urge to figure you out. Jeno isn’t stupid and realizes the effect he has on girls merely from his looks. Call him cocky or whatever, but it’s not a secret that girls easily gravitate towards him.

Though, you’re currently bringing him a different vibe. He’s already gathered that you’re sweeter than a Pop-Tart. And a bit bashful.

Girls are usually so quick to be flirty towards him. Not that he doesn’t like that— he actually loves when girls are bold and quick to get things swinging. But you’re offering him something new, even within the couple of minutes you’ve known each other. He’s definitely interested in you.

You can sense his pair of eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. Your vision lies straight ahead, trying to remain composed after hearing him compliment you as you stare at the house across from yours. How is this man still talking to your ass? You wondered.

You can’t even come up with a response before your ears pick up on that familiar tune of the ice cream truck, sounding closer and closer every second.

“It’s coming,” you lift yourself off the tailgate, wallet in hand as you approach the end of your driveway towards the road.

Jeno follows your lead and trails behind you, joining you as the truck comes to a halt in seeing you both.

He watches as you greet the driver and look over the menu momentarily, eventually deciding on a regular-sized Italian ice— flavor of your choice.

You then turn to look at Jeno, smile taking over your features charmingly.

“Do you want anything?” you ask him.

Jeno secretly does have a big sweet tooth, so he refuses to pass up on a treat of his own. “Yeah, i’ll have the same as her.” he announces and smiles at the worker.

You fiddle with your wallet, scrambling to fish out a couple dollars while your treats are being prepared. Though, it seems like you’re beat to covering for the both of you, eyes looking up to the sight of Jeno handing the worker some cash.

“I got it.” he says like nothing to you, happily paying the man in the truck.

You’re left confounded, not expecting him to even have his wallet on him.

Your mouth is slightly parted at his sudden act, ponderously putting your money back in your wallet. You can’t even protest as the transaction was already made.

Jeno hands you your treat with a spoon and grabs his own, both of you thanking the driver and walking back to your dad’s tailgate as the ice cream truck drives away, music now growing distant.

“I was gonna pay for us, y’know?” you say as you sit back down, Jeno doing the same.

“It was only a couple bucks. Plus, i’d never let a girl pay.”

You look down at your Italian ice in hand, poking at it with your spoon in other hand.

“Yeah, but we just met. You’re the new neighbor, shouldn’t I be the one treating you?”

“Your company is more than enough.” he simply replies before bringing his spoon to his mouth, head turned in your direction.

His words make your heart begin to thud erratically in your chest, heat rising all-throughout your body, and you’re left tongue-tied.

You’re still twiddling with your semi-frozen treat, mind and body fuzzy. You’re focused on his comment, the fact that he paid, and the innocent moment of you two enjoying ice cream next to each other here— outside your house.

You feel like you’re squirming on the inside, not knowing what to do with Jeno’s kind presence. He’s your neighbor now. How are you supposed to live now that you have an incredibly beautiful and charming man living next door to you?

“You like playing with your food before you eat?”

“Huh? Oh— my bad.” Jeno rips you away from your ruffled thoughts about him, now feeling embarrassed at how your head is already spinning and going dumb from someone you just met.

A nervous chuckle leaves your throat, finally digging for your first bite while Jeno was on his nth spoonful. You pop the spoon filled with ice cream into your mouth, tastebuds absorbing the deliciously creamy and smooth consistency.

“How is it?” he asks, eyeing you as you enjoy your first taste.

“It’s so sweet. Really good.”

“Definitely.” Jeno says, nodding his head in agreement. Though, he’s not sure if he’s referring to the ice cream or you.

You guys finished up your treats and talked about various topics, slowly getting to know each other better. You even started to loosen up a bit more, feeling just a tiny bit more comfortable the more you two conversed.

“You know, I’m a real huge car guy.”

“Really? I’m honestly not surprised.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause it seems like every guy these days is a ‘car guy.’” you sneered.

He scoffs after listening to you. “Well, since my dad’s a mechanic, he’s taught me almost everything I need to know about cars. It’s practically in my veins.”

“Trust me, I am practically infatuated with cars. I used to dream of becoming a F1 driver.” he clicks his tongue.

“Woah, what?! So with cars, do you like the mechanics of it all, or do you really just like showing off how fast you can go?” you cock your head at him, asking curiously with a hint of tease in saying the latter.

“Both. I like working hands-on with cars and having the knowledge to perform car maintenance. It also feels personal cause’ since my dad’s a mechanic, he passed down his love for cars to me.”

“I also love the control I can have while driving. It can be exhilarating when you’re going hella fast. Especially when your car’s all nicely polished and sleek— it’s the best.”

“Damn. You really are passionate, huh? That’s actually really dope.”

“I am.” he smirks, amused that you’re interested in hearing about his interests. Like, you actually are having a conversation with him and are seriously listening to him.

Meanwhile, it’s such a breath of fresh air for you to listen to him speak about his passions and have personality to him. He wasn’t dry or giving you half-assed anything— and he was respectful, making you swoon and happy to have met someone like him.

The sun was beginning to set as you two got loss in conversation, the sky painted in a warm hue.

“Let me go throw these away.” you gather your now-empty foam cups and plastic spoons, grabbing them and getting up to throw them in your trash bin.

“Thanks.” Jeno gets up shortly after you do, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I should be the one thanking you— for the ice cream.” you now stand in front of him, arms crossed behind your back with a hand resting over your wrist.

“It was only a couple of bucks, no biggie like I said.” he assures you.

You smile, the apples of your cheeks more prominent as you can’t hold back in how wide it becomes due to his kindness. You stand meekly, figuring that this is the part where you bid one another goodbye and go inside your separate homes.

Although he literally lives next to you and you’d be seeing him frequently, you don’t want your time together to end just yet. He’s pulling you in like a magnet. You’ve felt lonely lately, and Jeno’s company was the best unexpected gift you could ever ask for.

And it seems like he’s thinking the same.

“Hey— I was thinking now would be a perfect time to drive around for a bit. I’ve been stuck at home all day and could go out for a bit. Would you like to come with?”

Your brows lift slightly, caught off guard by his invite. You didn’t expect to spend your evening with a man outside your house, and now, said man is asking you out for a drive.

“Only if you want to, of course. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to or—“

“No!— let’s do it.” you interrupt him, rather eagerly. You stare at him with a twinkle inside your eyes, mirroring Jeno’s own, eyes dreamy as he looks at your figure.

You might be some trouble for him, and you’re definitely feeling the same about him. The magnetism between you two is strong. Each of you look at one another in admiration and thoughts about anything else are practically nonexistent. It was purely curious attraction. Like a moth to a flame.

You’re honestly not sure if it’s the smartest idea to be getting in a vehicle with a guy you haven’t even known for 24 hours. You know your parents would literally be up your ass if they knew, and the anxious side of you is lowkey freaking out internally, already playing out multiple scenarios.

But you oddly trust Jeno. He seems to find solace in your presence. You each agreed that you were friends now. You hardly got out of the house anyways— you definitely needed this. And you’re an adult, so who cares?

“Alirghty then, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, i’m good to go.”

With that, Jeno leads the way into his new property. His left hand digs into his left pocket and pulls out a pair of keys, walking to the driver’s side of what seems to be his car.

The sight of his car definitely confirms that he’s a serious car guy. You’re not too familiar yourself on the technical terms or remember model names, but his car is black, windows were tinted, and it’s glossy. It looked almost brand new, smooth and sexy— dare you say. It suits him well.

He unlocks his car and lets you know you’re able to get in, and so you open the passenger door and seat yourself inside.

A subtle musky fragrance fills your nostrils immediately as you settle in. The interior of his car smells clean and fresh, mellow undertones within the scent. Not strong, but pleasant and fitting.

Jeno also settles in his vehicle, starting up the engine as you each put on your seatbelts.

“Don’t worry. I know I said I like going fast, but I follow the law. It’ll be a nice drive.” Jeno suddenly says, looking over his shoulder as his right hand takes hold of the gear shift. He puts the car in reverse, using his left hand to steer the wheel.

You sit idly as he cranes his neck slightly to look behind, making sure the street is clear as he makes exit from his driveway. He smoothly reverses, and begins to drive down the street.

Your hands are folded in your lap, and you begin to play with them out of suspense from what is to come during this drive with Jeno.

You’re fortunate that your parents are out of town right now, so they don’t really have to question your whereabouts.

Though, you’re thinking about how you’re alone in the car with a guy you just met. It had been so long since you hung out with a male like this. You couldn’t help but already feel some type of way towards Jeno. Your senses heightened within his presence. Maybe it’s because you still don’t really know too much about him, but you also think it’s because his attractiveness daunts you.

Perhaps you’re already developing a crush.

“Got anywhere in particular you wanna go? I don’t really mind; I’ll let you take the reins.” he halts his car at a stop sign, then turns to smile at you.

“Honestly, there’s really not much to do in this town. People usually go goof around the grocery stores for entertainment. That’s how dry it is here.” you tittered.

“Though, there’s a school a few blocks away from our street that I walk to occasionally when I want to clear my mind, and I usually just roam leisurely around there. Since it’s practically right next to a nice neighborhood, lots of people go on walks or bike rides around, and kids play after school hours.” you internally facepalm yourself once you finish talking. He probably is gonna think you’re so lame and that you clearly don’t go out much. A school? Really?

“We can go there. Sounds chill to me, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah! I’m good with that.” you’re relieved to see that he seems on board with your idea. He seemed to be pretty laidback and easygoing, leaving you feeling safe.

You direct him to the location, and he notices that there’s no music currently playing.

“Wanna connect your phone to play some music?”

“Oh no, that’s okay. You can play whatever.” you kindly smile.

“I listen to the same songs practically everyday. It’s getting old. How about you put on something, I could use something new.”

You feel a bit shy in sharing your music taste, but you see that he won’t take no for an answer. You give in and he helps you in connecting to the Bluetooth. A R&B playlist is what you settle for, as most of the songs in your curated playlist were comforting, catchy, and relaxing.

As the music’s going, you feel flushed and can’t reject the smile that creeps on your face as a favorite song of yours comes on. You notice from your peripheral Jeno nodding his head to the beat of the track, making you fix your attention to simply staring out the window to avoid him seeing how blushed and smiley you are.

After just a few minutes, he pulls into the school grounds, parking in the lot and you two unbuckle your seatbelts. There seems to be hardly anyone here. There’s maybe one or two cars parked, but nobody’s inside. There also aren’t any children on the playground or playing basketball like there normally would be. It seems a bit ghostly out.

With you two now sitting in the car in the practically-empty lot, you begin to wonder maybe this really was a dumb idea of yours.

I mean, what are you guys actually going to do?

With you two in this setting, wouldn’t people expect you two to be doing something shady or sketchy? Especially as the sky’s only growing somber by the minute.

“Do you care if I smoke a cig?” Jeno’s question interrupts your overthinking, making you turn, facing him.

“Go ahead.” you give him the green light to do so. It was his car after all.

Internally, you grimaced at now knowing the fact that he’s a smoker. You weren’t a fan of tobacco or nicotine, but if someone wanted to smoke, who were you to stop them?

Jeno rolls the window down halfway and reaches his hand into his door pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He puts the stick in between his mouth, allowing his lips to hold it as he brings the lighter to the end.

He flicks the lighter and the click hits your ears. Your eyes stay hooked on him once you hear it.

Jeno took a few quick breaths to ignite it, and it lit with ease. He sucked and held the smoke in his mouth for a moment, then removed the cigarette from his lips, letting the hot chemicals cool down before releasing a steady stream of smoke into the air towards his lowered window.

He immediately feels the buzz of pleasure from the nicotine rush to his brain. The warm air embraces his lungs like a comforting hug, allowing him to relax after a long day of unpacking.

Meanwhile, you weren’t in favor of cigarettes. You don’t understand the appeal in smoking something that in the end, is probably going to lead you closer to death by shortening your lifespan and bring trouble to your body. The aroma it left was harsh and acrid, and even eye-watering.

Though, even with how strongly you felt about smoking cigarettes, why was Jeno making it seem attractive?

Your attention is captivated on the erotic bittersweetness of the sight next to you. He made it seem so effortless, like it was second nature to him.

He seemed so carefree and rebellious in this moment. He obviously doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. The habit was hazardous, but the youthful, handsome man with strong features smoking in a dark car was glamorous in your perspective.

Jeno has to refrain from grinning as he notices your wonderment. He takes another drag before shooting you a question.

“Have you ever smoked before?”

“Not a cigarette, no.”

He suddenly moves his right hand with cigarette in hold in between you two, towards an empty tray you just now were made aware of. He taps the ash off the cigarette onto the ashtray, and to your surprise, gestures it towards you.

“Wanna try?” his voice husky.

Your mouth falls barely agape, caught off guard by his question.

You have to admit, even though you strayed away from cigarettes due to the long run danger they pose, you can’t help the burning curiosity fueling inside in trying it at least once.

Jeno made it look oddly satisfying, even in the midst of the now tarnished air and molten stench.

One puff wouldn’t kill you.

“Sure.” you reply, eyelids blinking at the stick in between his fingers.

Amusement is written all over Jeno’s face. He had a hunch before you even said anything that you’ve never smoked a cigarette before. You just seemed too sweet for that.

He found it mirthful that you want to try for yourself, and with him. There was something exciting in the fact that he’s about to watch you take your first ever drag. Knowing it was your first, there was a high chance you were going to be appalled by it. But it was going to be fun to watch, almost like he was corrupting your sweetness.

He brings the cigarette towards you and you carefully take it pinched between your thumb and forefinger.

The smoke envelops your nostrils, and you feel clammy all of a sudden with the cigarette in your hold and Jeno focused on you.

You were already overthinking the way you probably looked to him right now, so obviously amateur. And it was going to be humbling when you’re left coughing or can’t do it correctly.

Jeno can practically hear your worrisome thoughts turning, and is quick to kick them to the curb. “You don’t have to do it just because I am.”

“I actually want to try at least once in my life— for the plot, y’know?” you chuckled.

“Okay then. Just know I won’t tease you. Nobody’s first smoke is perfect.” he simply smiles, immediately bringing you support.

You don’t waste anymore time for the cigarette’s sake and wrap your lips around it, hollowing your cheeks as you take a shallow drag.

Your throat instantly feels irritated and on fire, feeling tight with the smoke you’ve just inhaled. All the toxic chemicals blaze your throat and lungs, leaving a bad taste to your mouth and it feels almost-suffocating.

A couple coughs rip from your throat, and you attempt to cover your mouth with your free hand and turn your form slightly towards the right, trying to shield yourself away Jeno from your embarrassing coughing fit.

You each let out a different curse word due to your actions, making the both of you laugh— of which, lowkey makes your throat feel even worse. Jeno quickly reaches over and removes the cigarette from your hold, dumping the ash on the tray and he keeps it between his fingers as he rummages around his car for a possible drink he may have lying around.

Luckily, he finds an unopened water bottle in his backseat. It unfortunately is room temperature and he doesn’t know how long it’s been in his car, but he doesn’t hesitate in opening it and offering it to you, which you gladly take.

“God! I fucking hated that.” you huff out after taking a few sips, now feeling calm. The ashy taste still was lingering in your mouth, making you slightly frown. The scent of the smog was definitely going to cling to your clothes— thankfully, your parents weren’t going to be home tonight to be greeted by it.

“Everyone’s first cigarette is terrible.” he chuckles before taking another drag, looking graceful and natural in doing so.

You can’t help the ping you feel in your heart from how you two now practically shared an indirect kiss, him choosing to continue smoking the cigarette instead of putting it out. You’re starting to feel hazy.

“I don’t think i’ll be smoking that ever again.” you scoff, taking another sip of water before reaching for and screwing the cap back on, placing it on one of his cup holders.

“That’s good, it doesn’t really suit you.” he says before enveloping his lips around the stick again.

Your eyes squint barely as you feel slightly offended from his comment. After blowing out the smoke, he notices your expression, and adds on to his words.

“You’re too sweet for that.��

“Can you elaborate?”

“You’re a pretty girl with frilly polka dot shorts who waits outside for ice cream and has a sweet nature. You just seem like you don’t do bad stuff like that.”

Warmth climbs from your neck up to your cheeks, not being able to maintain eye contact once ‘pretty girl’ rang in your ears. Pretty girl? Fuck, why would he say that.

“Duality exists. People can have multiple sides to them.” you voiced, trying to dismiss his comment from before off your mind.

Jeno nods his head in agreement, “Can’t argue with that.”

“Smoking isn’t good for you, though. You should stay away from it.” he utters, about to take another hit from his cigarette.

An incredulous expression takes over your face. “Well look who’s talking.” you teased, shaking your head slightly.

He pauses at your words, not being able to help the breathy laugh that escapes his throat.

“Indulging in cigarettes is like a hobby to me. It’s too late for me. I’m locked in for life.” he twirls the cigarette around his fingers, then brings it to his lips once again.

“So then should I stay away from you?” you mindlessly say, making you clutch the bottom frills of your shorts for comfort as you await for his response.

Jeno blows out smoke towards the window and turns to you, your fingers playing with the fabric of your shorts. He can’t help how cute you look in his passenger seat. You look so delicate, even in the dark interior of his car, even in the thick of the secondhand smoke air.

He’s torn between wanting to protect you and wanting to tamper with you. He could get a cavity just by looking at you. You were delightful and so new and sweet to him. You can be timid but you’ve been so open to embracing your new neighbor. You were a ball of sunshine, and he was the kind of guy parents hated just based off his looks alone.

Like you had said, there can be multiple sides to everyone. Just because someone seems to appear one way on the outside, or you base their personality off one side they’ve shown you, doesn’t define their entire persona.

Jeno really wants you two to get close together. Call him desperate, but he can already feel growing chemistry between you two. You barely met, but Jeno can’t help how he’s already so drawn to you.

And he intends to get to know every part of you.

Your fingers continue to fidget with your shorts, thighs pressed together, suddenly feeling small and hyper aware of your own existence within his presence.

“I kinda don’t want you too.”

“I already like you too much, think I could use someone like you in my life.”

Your nervous system is a whirlwind currently, the opposite of calm. Blood rushes to your head in hearing his response, ears becoming warm. A tight-lipped grin stretches across your face while averting your eyes from Jeno.

You can’t help the nervous giggle that comes out of you, unable to contain your emotions. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and it’s not just due to the smoke floating around.

Fuck. You don’t even know what to say to that.

He grins at your figure, his words clearly stirring something inside you. You avoid his gaze, pupils suddenly finding your lap more interesting and easier to look at than to meet his own eyes as you feel bashful.

Your fingers run along the goosebumps that now decorate the bit of exposed skin from your thighs, coy and still unable to think of a response. He makes you feel so silly and dumb, falling for his charisma.

Jeno’s eyes fall into your lap, following your small movements. You were visibly fidgety. He couldn’t help in wanting to reach over and place a hand protectively over your thigh. He then wonders what it would be like to hold your hand, or to tuck a stand of your hair behind your ear, or to kiss your lips.

He wants to act on instinct. The attraction and desire he has for you is too much for him to bear with you next to him in his car— in an empty parking lot.

He abruptly rolls up his window and reaches for the water bottle you drank out of from the cup holder, opening it and using a tiny bit of water to carefully add it to the ashtray, to stub his cigarette out properly.

You finally look up towards him because of his movements, watching and locking eyes once he’s finished.

“Y/n…” Jeno begins, head cocked slightly to the side, swallowing before continuing. “Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” he practically whispers.

Your heartbeat feels like it pauses and sinks for a moment when you process his words.

Who would’ve guessed you’d be put in this position today?

Jeno’s eyes carry passion and intensity, awaiting for your permission or any answer. He’s craving for your attention, and he can’t deny the carnal desire within him to make each other feel good right now.

“I’d really love to kiss you.” he mumbles, eyes falling to your lips, head still tipped slightly, like a puppy concentrated on you.

The outside world and any miscellaneous thoughts are drowned out by the intention behind his eyes. The tense air and his admirable stare makes you feel a sense of vulnerability. Your own lips are trembling and heart flutters.

You’re lost from his eagerness and interest in you, caught off guard that he felt some attraction towards you while you’ve been trying to ignore how handsome this man was.

It’s been long since you’ve had any ounce of intimacy with another person. Loneliness has consumed you lately. With Jeno showing up in your life out of the blue, confessing that he wants to kiss you even from the little time you’ve known each other, it makes you feel validated and enchanted.

You peer down at the ashtray and center console, being a barrier between the two of you.

It would be slightly discomforting to kiss him over the compartment. But you really did want to kiss him.

Given the fact that you were parked in a parking lot during the late evening, you wondered in the back of your mind secretly of the possibility of him wanting to fuck you. Honestly, you wouldn’t be opposed to that idea in the slightest. A hot guy like Jeno wanting you was generating intense euphoria in your brain.

You were definitely nervous and timorous but fuck, you wanted him to feed your desires and take you heatedly.

“Would the backseat be more comfortable?” you finally manage to speak, viewing him with doe eyes. You knew what you were implying— a bold move for you but you now know that he wants it, too.

Patience never really was your thing.

Jeno’s lips curl upwards, sending you a knowing-look in response to your comment. He gestures with his head to the backseat, “You wanna?”

You merely swallow and nod your head, eventually letting out a faint ‘yes.’

Excitement charges him up in how fast things turned. He opens his own door first, with you following and opening yours a second after, making your way to the backseat on your respective sides.

Frisson is present within the pit of your stomach as you move to the back. Your body hairs are raised due to the tingling sensation rippling all throughout your skin.

You were excited but apprehensive. You were suddenly taking a leap into a new adventure, which was you about to get fucked by your new neighbor in the backseat— in a school parking lot. It was definitely indecent, but lust persisted.

Your pupils flickered around nervously as you each sat in the back, growing sweaty with every second that passes, wondering how this was going to play out.

Jeno takes note of your body language and immediately speaks up. “Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable.”

“I’m okay, just a bit awkward.” you sigh out with a slight laugh.

He smiles and looks down at the decent amount of empty space in between you two.

“C’mere.” he says, signaling towards his lap.

You take a breath as you slip out of your shoes and move closer to him. Jeno stretches his arms out, pulling your weight to seat you on his lap. Your legs wrap around his waist, and your body stills, in disbelief that you’ve found yourself in this foreign position.

Although patience wasn’t your thing, this situation was unfamiliar to you. About to get fucked by someone you barely met was crazy for you. You craved him, but you were also scared something was going to go wrong, whether it was from you or him.

Jeno’s left hand rests on the small of your back, drawing circles with his thumb over the fabric of your t-shirt. His other hand slowly reaches towards the apple of your cheek, rubbing it carefully with the pad of his thumb.

Your tummy flutters wildly from his small touches and the desire emanating from his eyes as he scans you.

“Relax for me, pretty.”

“Can you touch me, hm?”

You don’t verbally respond. You pupils go back and forth between his face and neck as you hook your arms around the thick skin. Your lips parted in being careful with your movements, still in disbelief of this current moment. He called you pretty again.

He smiles at the feeling of your arms around him, and lowers his thumb down your face until it reached your lips, playing with your bottom lip, eyes hooked to something so inviting.

Your own eyes seek his lips, watching the tip of his tongue slip out to give his own a lick, making you force to resist in shifting in his lap out of anticipation or letting out a whimper.

He’s the one to rip the tension by seizing a kiss from you. He gently pulls your face in, and as his lips meet yours, your only focus was on the heat that ignited within you.

The kiss was warm and smokey. It was intense with the way his lips moved jointly with yours.

While you didn’t care for nicotine, the taste of Jeno’s lips was a drug you could see yourself becoming addicted to.

As more seconds pass, the kissing becomes increasingly passionate. You’re practically melting, and it intensifies even more with his scintillating touches.

He protectively keeps a hand around your back, keeping you in place and subtly pushing you in closer towards him. HIs other hand holds your jaw, keeping your face slightly angled and steady.

You can’t help but rub down your clothed crotch against his own, surprising you when your movement draws a deep moan from Jeno, making you quietly gasp.

“Fuck.” he breathes out before he meshes his moist tongue into your hot mouth, making you produce a moan in feeling the wet muscle explore your sensitive erogenous zone.

Your eyes are clenched shut and fingers suddenly find themselves messily fiddling through Jeno’s locks, mind and body lost in the rush of how you’re locked by his lips.

There’s a growing hardness felt through the lightweight material of your shorts. It’s a signal that he wants more, each of your endorphins going nuts by merely making out.

He pulls away from your swollen lips, breathless, hushed gasps filling one another’s ears. Jeno then maneuvers a hand to cradle the back of your head, and brings his face towards your left ear, simultaneously beginning to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Let me take care of you.” his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

His hands redirect to either side of your waist, feeling you up as he brings his face back and scans your face, awaiting for a verbal response.

“Please.” you whisper, warmth spreading across your skin.

“Please what?” he teases.

“Please undress me. Touch me— my body and pussy. Want you to.” you slip out, swallowing your pride. It was a bit embarrassing to say such things aloud in front of your new neighbor, but fuck it. He wanted you equally as bad.

Fully blushed and flushed out, your eyes fall down to stare blankly at his chest. Jeno is filled with amusement though, and hums in satisfaction at your words.

He smoothly reaches for your jaw and tilts it up so that you’re looking at him properly, bringing a buzz to your pussy from his dominance.

“You’re gonna be so good to me, sweet girl.” he says, caressing your face like you’re made of glass.

He brings you in for a couple more deep kisses, savoring how perfect your lips felt and tasted against his own.

He then confirms again with a nod if you’re okay to proceed further, to which you nod back, allowing him to remove your shirt. He also helps you shimmy out of those cutesy shorts of yours, tossing the clothes somewhere up front.

Although you still have your undergarments on and you agreed to do this, you feel so exposed and vulnerable now. Jeno was still fully clothed while he began to fiddle with your bra strap, which made this feel unfair.

“Let me take off your shirt.” you whined and batted your lashes at Jeno, causing him to halt his attempt in wanting to remove your bra next.

He can’t help but smile as you grab onto his flannel shirt, waiting for him to give you the signal to remove it. You were so fucking cute.

“My bad, pretty. I’m all yours.” he kissed your cheek before allowing you to do so, which made you burn inside with all kinds of sensual emotions.

He watched you in awe as you shakily started to undo all his buttons, entertained in seeing the curiosity behind your eyes of unveiling what lies beneath the fabric.

With his shirt now open, he fully removed it himself by pulling off the sleeves and threw it in the growing pile up front, leaving his entire torso bare.

Now uncovered, you can’t help the admiration beholding your eyes as you view his exposed skin.

It shouldn’t have been such a shocker that a handsome face like his had the perfect body to match: hard chest, sculpted abs, and lean waist that contrasted from his broad shoulders.

You really lucked out.

“Like what you see?” Jeno can’t help but snicker, aware that he had this effect on people. You just boosted his ego even more.

You can’t help but giggle at the cliche line, eyes timidly flying away from his torso. Unfortunately he doesn’t get a verbal response from you, but he knows how you feel inside.

“For the record… I definitely like what I see.” he traces the edges of your body, appreciating your skin and details.

Your eyes redirect to his face, watching him eye you hungrily, his fingers beginning to delicately feather over the lace detailing of your bra. Your breathing slows, air tense with you seated over him and his vision glued heartily on you.

His eyes find yours with his fingers still over your bra. You pump your chest out a bit, gesturing to him that you want things to proceed and to remove the rest of your garments.

He immediately leads his hands to your back, unhooking your lacy bra. Your mounds spill out as he removes it and tosses it to the side, the sight making his cock so pumped, full of blood.

“Beautiful girl.” he mumbles, then latches his mouth onto the underside of your ear, making you angle your face to give him better access.

The open-mouth kisses he leaves activates the nerves around your neck. It tickles for a second, but he hits that sweet spot of yours, making you melt.

You’d give into any demand of his with the way his warm lips suck and nibble over your delicate skin. You grind down into him, arms hooked around his neck, clutching for security or else you’d probably melt away.

Your sex only covered by thin panties rutting against his cock straining through his jeans has him groaning into your neck. He zealously continues to suck on your neck, adding gentle bites and hot licks in between, making you arch your neck to the front and moan out of pure bliss. You secretly hope he’d leave a mark or two, so you’d have a visual reminder of this heated night for a few days.

His kisses meander to your throat and chest, tongue sliding out to trace all around one of your areolas, lips then enfolding over the nipple.

Squeals of delight reign free from your throat at Jeno’s foreplay, continuing while he engulfs and sucks both your firm nipples.

“You sound so pretty for me, girly.” he rasps out, dragging his lips over your fleshy, supple breasts.

The nickname sends lightning straight to your core, making you whimper in neediness.

Jeno ends the fun with enjoying your tits to start the pleasure awaiting for him from your cunt.

His left hand holds you while his right hand travels down your tummy, until it reaches the bit of skin below your navel.

There’s a dark appetite visible in his orbs. He looks at you for any sign of uneasiness while his hand goes down. Your breath only hitches, pussy tingling with a quiet gasp from your mouth once his fingers rubbed down to your panty-covered cunt.

It’s so damp and warm down here, he thinks to himself.

“So horny, aren’t we now?”

The way he talks to you alone makes you ignite within.

He decides to pull your underwear to the side, his fingers now coming in full, bare contact with the outside of your pussy.

You’re practically holding your breath at this point, waiting for him to play with you, anticipating the feeling.

“Me too.” he utters, answering his own rhetorical question before he starts running his fingers slowly around your clit.

His touch on your swelling bud causes another hushed gasp to come from you. He’s beyond pleased by listening to all the noises your voice produces due to his sultry touches.

His finger tips slid over your clit and then inched down, feeling the outside of your sex and letting you grow accustomed to his touch.

He ends up sliding one finger up your hole, leaving your mouth ajar and body to quiver from him inserting it in.

Jeno’s tongue licks around his teeth while he fingers you, your walls so tight around his finger.

“Relax for me, hm?” he leans in to kiss you, easing your body to the feeling.

His lips continuously colliding with your own makes you lost for a moment, body fuzzy and loosened up until he decides to squeeze in another finger.

The jolt of pressure wrenched a moan out of you, making Jeno draw back to bite his lip and laugh quietly. It was such a turn on for him to listen and see the beautiful noises and faces you make— and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He was prepping your pussy for his own length, already salivating in thinking of you taking him whole.

His long, thick fingers curl into a ‘hook’ motion, causing your legs to shake in lust and a shiver runs inside your core that tingled.

“Mhmmm…” you mewled, starting to subconsciously grind and meet the movements of his fingers toying with your moist and velvety sex.

Watching your responses to his movements feels so good to Jeno. He can feel you start to clamp around his digits, making his own mouth open and turn into a smirk. His cock is painfully hard, begging to be free and feel that clamping sensation that his own fingers do. He really hates to rip you from nearing your climax, but he’d rather you both cum together, your body underneath his.

With that, he halts his movements and removes his fingers. A broken whine rips from your throat at the feeling of him leaving your needy cunt. You could practically cry. Desperation clouded over you.

Jeno quickly quiets you down with now inserting those sticky fingers of his inside your mouth, causing you to hum around his digits, eyes wide and then closed shut.

The fullness and heaviness from his fingers and your own essence weighing over your tongue has your pussy clenching over nothing. You eagerly suck your wetness from his fingers, not bothered that he was just in you. This was all so racy.

“Such a good girl for me— fuck.” he groans, watching you suck his fingers in, your teeth faintly raking over them, cock twitching at how dirty this sweet girl was.

“Gonna make you cum from my cock, don’t worry.”

He removes his fingers from your mouth, pulling you off his lap, motioning you to lay back down.

Your heart rate picks up as you carefully lie over his backseat. He traces the delicate curves of your hips and finds his way to the band of your underwear, you each sharing a nod of consent for him to remove them.

He tugs them down and off, tossing them and he gets you to pull your knees up, allowing more room for Jeno within this limited space.

He mentally whistles at the sight of your princess parts and the position you’re in, waiting for him to take you in the back of his car.

He doesn’t waste anymore time and hastily gets rid of his confining jeans and briefs, his cock immediately standing proudly once his underwear is pulled off.

The sight of his big and thick, towering manhood has your breath stuck in your throat.

While he moves and reaches over to dig for a condom in his glove compartment, your palms become sweaty in the thought of him squeezing his length inside you.

He looked absolute delicious, but you weren’t sure if you could handle someone as big as him.

Jeno finds a condom, ripping the plastic open with his teeth and flings the wrapper out of sight. He stretches the rubber over his length, precum already leaking from his tip.

As he inches towards you, you can’t help but voice your concern.

“Will it fit? you shakily breathed.

Jeno can’t help but tilt his head, staring at you intently. His lips can’t help but curl, offering you a reassuring smile.

His lips suddenly find themselves over your knees, pressing a gentle kiss over both of them, making your heart pump with fondness.

“We will make it fit.”

“Let me know if it hurts, okay? Don’t want you in pain, pretty.”

“Okay.” is all you say, still sweaty, but ready for him to enter you, core aching to be touched again.

He massages the inside of your thighs with care, trying to ease you up some more. He grabs his length and rubs it along your folds— especially dragging the tip past your clit, making you moan at the sensation.

He finally takes it upon him to prudently push his cock into your entrance, his mouth open while he starts to stretch you out.

Your legs immediately hook around him and rest on his lower back, meanwhile your arms decide to cling onto his beefy biceps for support. You cry out a moan from the pressure.

“It’s okay, girly, I got you.”

“You’re safe with me. Gonna take care of you.” Jeno’s breath fans over your face before he captures your lips with his. His hips slowly begin to roll as you kissed him back with enthusiasm, a burst of adrenaline racing through your bloodstream.

Your walls practically swallowed him, cock fitting so snug inside you. His left hand brushed into your hair, running his fingers loosely around your locks, making you relax from his touch.

“God! You— you’re so big.” you blatantly puffed out, starting to feel his thick cock brush past your walls.

“Yeah? You can take it, pretty— right?” the blood in Jeno’s body starts to boil due to the warmth encompassing his length, and from the sense of pride filling him from your reaction to his size.

He begins to start a steady pace with his hip movements, sliding his cock in and out— not all the way, but enough to stimulate your sensitive walls.

He falls into a natural pattern as your body accepts him well. Your vision darts upwards towards the roof of the car, beginning to lose yourself to his fat cock.

Though it quickly lowers again when his head dips into your right breast, tongue slipping out and starting to twist around your erect nipple.

A mewl jumps out of you, hands redirecting to his muscular back with your nails pressing tightly into his skin.

“C’mon, talk to me.” Jeno rasps, making brief eye contact with you for a second before he briskly attacks your entire right breast with his mouth. He ferociously makes out with your mound and marks you, painting you with reddish-purple splotches and leaving the flesh sheening in spit.

His hunger for attention and to get you both off is ardent. Every other thrust into you is rigid. He was pacing himself at first to start off, but now his rhythm increases to fuck you hard and his length travels into you deep. He has no intention in holding back his horniness.

Lack of words from you aside from the whimpers and moans has him moving a hand to touch and toy with your clit. His calloused fingers alternate between softly pinching and sliding his fingers in a back-and-forth motion along the puffy bud.

“Oh— God! Jeno!” the attentiveness he shows to your aching clit while ramming into you has you scream his name. It has you automatically canting your hips up to meet his thrusts into you.

Your reactions and hearing his name from your voice drives Jeno wild. Breathy grunts leave his mouth, hips continuing in chasing both of your highs.

The current setting and moment is electrifying. Fucking in the car in a school parking lot was obscene and limited compared to bed space, but it was still extremely mind-numbing and euphoric sex.

Your frame caged under Jeno’s ripped body is like a dream. You felt so helpless in this position, but couldn’t possible wish for him to stop. It was so hot seeing and feeling his figure fuck you into oblivion.

Your body rocking over the leather car seats only amplifies your feeling of sensitivity and arousal. God, how amazing it felt for Jeno to be pleasing you in this way was. You can’t even imagine how good it would be to fuck in other ways— in other places, with him.

His relentless efforts has your mouth stuck open. The arousement increases the amount of saliva within your mouth. Surprise catches you when some of it seeps out the corner of your mouth.

Your tongue lolls out in attempt to catch the drool before it fully falls, failing miserably as it rapidly trickles down from the corner, to your chin. Quickly, you wipe it off messily and then place your hand back over his skin, but it’s obvious that Jeno sees what just happened, as he’s right over you— much to your embarrassment.

Though, his cock surges in amusement, and so does his other head. You were literally drooling over his cock. How fucking sexy was that? Wonder how’d you look on your knees giving him the messiest head. Oh how he hopes to have that thought come to life one day.

“Mhm. So hot— fucking my cute, pretty neighbor. You like that too, hm? You like the feeling of your big neighbor on top and inside of you?” he teases you, watching your pretty figure being ruined beautifully by him. His filthy words mix with his dirty, animalistic movements.

“Feels so full and good, Jeno!” you choke out. You’re blissed out, feeling like the band in your core may snap soon.

There you go saying his name again, making Jeno groan repeatedly in ecstasy, dragging his cock deep into you, his weighty sack occasionally slapping against your bottom.

“Yeah? So full of me, pretty.”

“Taking me so well, like a good girl.”

Heat swells in your cheeks from his comments and the hot temperature and pressure felt as he fucks you. As much as you savor it, it’s becoming too much. The finish line is coming close to being ripped apart.

The thrill in the pit of your stomach has it churning. His long, deep strokes, each of your various moans bouncing off the tinted windows, his gruffly voice, and his finger-work over your sensitive bud— it’s all captivating you to feel an abundance of dopamine rush.

A shiver in your core tingles consistently. You’re beginning to lose control. It’s like you’re stoned and can’t focus on anything aside from the intensity of that tingly pressure present within you.

“Gonna cum, Jeno.” your voice cracked while your muscles tightened.

“Fuck,” he hisses at the tight grip of your walls swallowing him from the tip to base.

Your eyes rolled back behind your trembling lashes, and he watches with a keen stare and relishes in your smutty sounds. It all only encourages him to keep persisting to reach the peak.

And then, you finally break.

Your fluid expels from your pussy, lubricating your walls and leaving you a whimpering, wet mess.

Jeno pushes through your spasming, feeling the warmth spreading in your heated cunt through his condom. His own muscles can’t resist in clenching hard. He pushed you over the edge and possessed your mind and body with euphoria.

It’s practically heaven. His balls tighten and eyebrows push together with hips starting to slow down as strings of cum begin to fill his condom. It’s so relieving that a few guttural moans come out from his throat.

His hot seed falling into the condom is so fulfilling, sack emptied. All this activity has left him sweaty all over and mouth dry. His chest continues to heave and he carefully pulls out of you.

You shake and shiver now that the tension is dying down, and your muscles try to relax after the satisfying orgasm.

Jeno is quick to remove his used condom and tie it, abandoning it in a random spot in the car. He’ll of course, clean his car later.

He reaches towards the front of the car to search for his shirt, and then edges back to you.

“Hey, you were amazing, sweet girl. Let me help you.” Jeno spoke softly to you while the back of his fingers stroke one of your shaky thighs.

He began to use his shirt as a rag for any wetness seeping out and around the outside of your cunt.

You couldn’t help but flush at the aftercare he shows you, even while in a car and not hesitating to sacrifice his shirt to wipe your spills. Seems like chivalry isn’t dead after all.

“Thank you.” you say to him when he’s finished.

He just smiles at you, eyes crinkling as he sticks out a hand for you to grab, and helps you sit up next to him.

Still both fully naked, you still feel flushed and exposed now that the sex was over. Your breasts hanging out and his cock lying limp over his thigh was too hard to ignore. Jeno notices, and quickly gathers your t-shirt for you and his briefs for him, making you thank him once again.

You don’t know what to say now and he doesn’t know what to do. It’s obvious now that you two have an attraction to one another. But, where do you two go from here? Will this be a one time thing? Or maybe a friends-with-benefits type of deal? Guess you didn’t need a label right away, you barely know him. But you know you needed more of him, in any way— sexual or not.

In the midst of each of your silence, Jeno decides to reach for your hand, clasping his fingers with your own under his. He gently squeezes your hand, causing your own legs to squeeze together, beginning to feel a sense of giddiness inside.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, thumb beginning to soothe you as he drags it back and forth the side of your hand.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” the words leap out of you, making you cringe as soon as they come out.

Mortification washes over you. Why the fuck would you ask that? What are you even implying?

Your sudden question makes him chuckle and grin, especially now that you already fucked. You guys are just now having this conversation.

“No Y/n, I don’t. I’m one-hundred percent single.” he smirks at you, thumb still tracing your skin.

His answer is pleasing to your ears. You try not to show how obviously happy you are with that. A faint smile is all you allow yourself to show.

“You don’t have a boyfriend now, do you?” he tilts his head at you, eyes playful.

“I don’t.” you spoke softly.

Just like you, Jeno finds himself content with your answer.

“Good girl.”

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[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Harry is at a Quidditch game, and he’s having a dreadful time. There should be some universal rule that negates this possibility. It’s Quidditch, he’s Harry – it’s the perfect pairing. He should be watching the Wimbourne Wasps crush the Ballycastle Bats and munching on some delightful treacle Sugar Sweeps while enjoying his first date in months.

Except they only have the licorice-flavoured Sugar Sweeps.

Except his team is losing horrendously.

Except his date – Jeanine, or Jeannie; something with a J – is more interested in flirting with anyone other than him. She’d tried to catch the eye of the unfairly attractive man sitting on Harry’s other side for a good twenty minutes. When she made no progress, her attention shifted to orchestrating a threesome with her friend and Draco. Rude.

(And no matter how far they’ve come from the bitter rivalry of their youth, Harry still hates to lose to Mal– Draco. He’d feel worse about that if the other man didn’t feel the exact same way – and if the prat looked less bloody smug.)

This is the last time he lets the blond convince him to go on a blind double-date. Merlin, what was he thinking when he agreed to this?

The Wasps call a timeout to discuss strategy (not that it’s likely to help at this point) and that’s when the worst of it happens. Some genius decided Quidditch needed a kiss cam for the slower moments of a match. If Harry ever finds out who, he’s going to hex their toes off.

That’s the thought that runs through his mind as he sees himself and Jacqueline on each of the floating screens bobbing around the Quidditch stadium.

His eyes slide helplessly to the side, where Jasmine is already inching away from him. This is so bloody embarrassing. He can feel his cheeks redden in mortification and is sure his deer-in-the-headlights expression will be immortalised in tomorrow’s Daily Prophet.

He sure wishes he had a time turner – he’d go back to this morning and stay in bed the whole day.

He can hear laughter breaking out from the other spectators the longer the camera lingers on him. Why haven’t they moved on to another pair? Or at the very least shifted three feet to the right; Harry’s certain Jolene and her friend or Draco (or hell, all three, why not) would be happy to give the viewers a show.

And then he feels a tap on his left shoulder. 

It’s not that he’d forgotten about the extremely hot man sitting to his left. But the reminder of the human perfection to his side while this debacle unfolds kind of makes him want to stand up and leave. Or blow something up.

He turns to Mr. Sex-on-Legs and smiles weakly. The man returns his smile, and while it’s a little sharp, it’s not mocking. Hurray for small mercies.

“May I?” Unreasonably Handsome Stranger asks.

“Uh,” Harry replies eloquently. May he what? Harry swiftly decides he doesn’t need more details. This man could be asking for his kidney and as long as it makes this whole situation less painful, Harry’s on board. “Sure…?”

Unreasonably Handsome Stranger tilts Harry’s face up and swoops in. Harry can’t stop the confused squeak from leaving him – so much for less shameful – and then he’s being kissed within an inch of his life. Holy shite.

This is awesome.

Harry kind of forgets why this man is kissing him and what’s going on around him, because it doesn’t matter. The most gorgeous person he’s ever seen in real life is pressing his lips against Harry’s with intent, with skill – is that his tongue? All higher brain functions have ceased in order to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

When they finally pull back for air, Harry finds his hands are gripping the man’s collar and holding him close. He figures that’s fine, considering the man has one hand wound through Harry’s hair and the other is still cupping his jaw.

“Wow,” Harry breathes, brain still taking a break from thinking. The other man smirks knowingly at him, and Harry would probably take offence to that if the man’s perfectly formed cheekbones weren’t flushed pink, showing he’s not as unaffected as he might pretend to be.

“Er. I’m Harry.”

“Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.”

This makes Smokin' Hot Tom chuckle, which in turn makes his eyes crinkle up adorably. Oh bother – Harry might be in trouble.

He’s aware, peripherally, that someone behind him is aggressively clearing their throat. He only bothers to care about it when Tom shoots an unimpressed look at the source of the noise.

When Harry turns to follow Tom’s gaze, he comes face to face with an irate Julienne, her glaring friend, and Draco, who can’t seem to decide whether he’s impressed or pissed off.

He shrugs, grinning dopily. “It just isn’t going to work out, Josephine.”

She gives him a baleful look. “My name is Petra.”

Whoops. Not even close. “Sorry – Petra. Have fun with Draco and …your friend.”

He sends a teasing salute to Draco and starts dragging Tom towards the exit. Speaking of having fun – he’s sure they can find an alcove somewhere around here to continue what Tom started.

—

Harry’s picture is indeed in the Prophet the next day. But he supposes that’s only to be expected when he’s caught publicly snogging the visiting ambassador from the French Ministry of Magic.

[bejeweledblondie]

The Great War

Alex Keller x F! Reader

Summary: Alex gets caught red handed with Farrah while on FaceTime with Y/N & has to make it up to her when he returns

Warnings: angst, cheating, I saw the Eras Tour movie last night & I got inspo from the Midnights set

Your stomach was in knots, Alex had never usually missed your scheduled FaceTime call, but when he did he always had a good excuse. The risk of calling was sometimes a matter of exposing his location to the enemy. You wanted Alex to come home safely. But this time he had no valid excuse, & didn’t have any reasoning as to why he didn’t call. So here you say on FaceTime in silence with him as you ate your now cold dinner. Trying to get an answer out of him was like pulling teeth. He only gave one worded answers with no emotion.

“Are you okay babe?” You asked with concerned tone putting down your fork. His job was beyond stressful & you could tell something was weighing on his mind. You chalked it up to him being stressed out from work, attempting to calm your anxieties.

“Just tired.” He replied shrugging his shoulders. A knock at his door drew his attention & he suddenly perked up. Confusion ran through your veins as you watched him suddenly not be “tired” anymore. “My love, Price is here to talk. I love you & I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He said.

“I love you too. Goodnight handsome tell Price I say hello!” You replied blowing him a kiss. You got up from your seat to put your plate in the sink thinking Alex ended the call. That was up until you were in your kitchen & heard soft moaning coming from your desk. Immediately your heart started to pound, & a pit of anxiousness started to form in your stomach. You slowly walked into your living room & sat down at your desk. As soon as your eyes were on the screen you had to cover your mouth from admitting a loud sob. Alex was on top of another woman, kissing her. You knew exactly who she was. The girl he told you not to worry about, the girl who occupied your time with him, Farrah. You removed your hand & wiped the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

“Alex?!” You sobbed out. He froze while Farrah turned to see the phone on his desk propped up still on FaceTime. “How could you do this to me?!” You screamed out of anger & feeling of betrayal.

“Sweetheart I-“ He was rushing to his phone to start some ridiculous excuse for his actions. You immediately turned off the call & let out a painful wail. Your whole body shook as you crumpled to the floor. A part of you was almost thankful you hadn’t officially fully moved in with him. You were due to move in next week when he returned. Your body felt rigid & frozen as you sat on the floor staring at the wall in front of you.

The constant vibration of your phone going off started to blend in with the background noise of your air conditioner. Alex knew your heart was glass, you told him how fragile you were from past relationships & he shattered it into a million pieces. He was just like the rest of them. It stung like a thousand wasps stinging you over & over again. The conversations of him reassuring you that there was nothing going on with him & Farrah replayed in your head like a movie stuck on replay. You wanted to slap some sense into your past self & tell yourself to trust your gut.

You decided to take the next days off from work, & notified Price to tell Alex to cut contact. Time & space were needed for you to heal. But even with all of that you felt like you were in the shell of your former self. You were dragging your feet everywhere, & everything reminded you of Alex. The ghosts of his presence haunted you everyday. Dark bags started to form under your eyes & your hair was starting to become dull. No amount of product or even sleep could improve your health.

After a few weeks you slowly started to function somewhat normally. You took up a new hobby, painting & were able to start your healing process. It helped you get out of your apartment but still be able to be alone. So here you sat, in the local park painting. Keeping to yourself & living in your own bubble. Soon a dark shadow appeared overhead, blocking your natural lighting. Groaning to yourself you looked up to see the familiar pair of beat up Vans. You didn’t even bother to look fully up.

“What do you want?” You grumbled angrily at his presence. The audacity of this man astonished you.

“I want to talk.” He replied softly. He knew he royally fucked up. As soon as he looked up at the phone to see her face on the opposite end heartbroken. Instant regret hit him like a freight train. What was even more difficult & added more stress was the lack of trust he had now developed with his team. After you had texted Price asking for him to speak to Alex & word got out at what he had done. Trust was completely broken, because if you could cheat on your beloved how could you be trusted in a life & death situation.

“I don’t.” You replied bluntly, starting to put your art supplies as the park was now ruined. You got up on your feet & went to go leave. He hand grabbed your wrist preventing you from walking away. “Let go of me.” You commanded trying to wiggle away.

“Please Y/N.” He begged. You looked into his eyes, they were as equally as sad looking as yours. When he grabbed your wrist you felt the same electric touch as you did the first night you met. The angel & devil that sat on your shoulders were in a full out war trying to figure out to give him a chance to redeem himself. “Just give me ten minutes.”

“Fine.” You replied. The both of you chose a small bench that overlooked the pond. For a moment the two of you sat in silence. Then you turned to look at him. “You really hurt me Alex.” You softly said trying to prevent tears from spilling. “And to think now naive I was. I wanted to marry you.” He just stared back at you speechless.

“I know I hurt you.” He replied. “It by far has to be the most regrettable thing I’ve ever done in my life. Knowing I destroyed you-“ you cut him off.

“You’re only sad because you got caught.” You snapped. “If you truly cared about me & loved me you wouldn’t have kissed her.” Now you were full on sobbing. “Just please be honest with me.”

“That was the first time I kissed her.” Alex said. “I swear on my life.” He said in a serious tone. “We had a strictly professional relationship, I had empathy for her situation & it snowballed form there. She kissed me first & my fucking stupid self continued it.” You just sat there staring out at the pond trying to soak in Alex’s words. “I was a selfish prick & thought about myself over you.”

“Why did you try to find me Alex?” You whispered out.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t get to see you one last time.” Alex said. “I wouldn’t know how to be able to move on if I didn’t get to say what I had to.” The two of you sat in silence again as the sounds of nature filled the air. You both watched an old couple in a small row boat go past clearly on a date. It reminded you of the time you & Alex went kayaking. His canoe tipped over & while you were trying to help him you fell on top of him.

“That reminds me of when we went kayaking.” You softly said. “I still think you yanked me out of the canoe.”

“Hey!” Alex said defensively. “I did not you just fell out.” You had to stifle a laugh thinking about it. There was still of piece of you where all you wanted to was wrap your arms around him. You missed him, beyond words. He was your whole world.

“Alex.” You started & looked at him. He turned to you & placed a hand on your cheek. You leaned tenderly into his touch that you missed so dearly. “I miss you.” You whispered tears now falling again. He placed another hand on your waist & pulled you in for a deep kiss. Once you unlocked lips your foreheads rested against each other.

“I’m right here my love.” He whispered. You two survived the Great War.

[crisiscutie]

What are the things that darling do/say that surprises Sephiroth even after he thinks he already knows everything about her?

Enjoy two scenarios~!

Dissidia Sephiroth and Dissidia Darling:

He may have full access and control over her memories, but even he cannot foretell the actions she will make on their journey.

This oddity happened after an intense skirmish with monsters. As the two finally defeated their last enemies, the air was thick with the scent of blood. Sephiroth turned around, observing the darling panting from her adrenaline rush. Such intense battles usually put her out of commission, but lately, her endurance and strength have been improving, much to Sephiroth's delight. Soon, she will be riped for his mother's picking....

Without warning, the darling crept up to him, her delicate steps barely making a sound on the ground. Just when he registered her in front of him, she clutched his chest straps, pulling him closer to her. She placed a lingering kiss on the tip of his nose, causing jolts of warmth and surprise to spread throughout his body. The intimate gesture caught him off guard, especially because since this girl was infamous for her bratty and stubborn demeanor. When the surprise faded, Sephiroth regained control and his composure, teasing her about her mind being scrambled by the energy she had harvested. The darling felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she glared at him and then quickly looked away. Not even sure knew why she did that....

Fluffy Sephiroth and Domestic Darling:

Having spent so long in a remote village, far from Shinra and modern civilization, their bond had grown stronger than ever before. But despite the comfort of their new home and security, Sephiroth remained vigilant. Upon hearing his darling's yelp and a loud, crumbling noise downstairs, he swiftly leapt out of bed and summoned his Masamune, prepared to protect her with zero hesitation.

A knot of fear formed in his stomach the moment he came to the kitchen and saw worry on her face. His slit eyes darted to the collapsed kitchen wall behind her as he immediately scanned the area. He commanded his darling to get behind him as he searched for the culprit. Whoever did this will know despair...

As Sephiroth swept the area, his darling shyly attempted to speak up, but it fell on his deaf ears. Eventually, she raised her voice and admitted to him she's responsible for the mess in the kitchen. Sephiroth looked at her quizzically as his sword vanished, his nerves slightly relaxing. Apparently, the darling saw a wasp and tried to kill it. ...By punching it. She had forgotten the sheer power that came with being an ex-SOLDIER, until the entire kitchen wall crumbled from her single blow. Sephiroth didn't know whether to be flabbergasted or amused by his wife's antics. At least he knows that she has an intense hatred of wasps now.

He's definitely going to tease her about this until the end of time.

[definitelynotshouting]

Completely random thought entered my head when you replied to a prev ask with "He's like if a worm was a parasitic wasp...".

Funnily enough here's another worm that is not a worm called a caecillian. it's not a mollusc, insect, snake or legless lizard. It's an amphibian of all things.

oh and certain species do something called maternal dermatophagy which is the mother feeding their babies their own skin :)

do what you will with this knowledge

OHH I HAD TO LOOK THESE BAD BOYS UP BUT MAN THATS THE CREATURE OF ALL TIME HUH... im actually incredibly obsessed with how close they are in colour to what @/corvidaearts and i settled on for your average Watcher. That is a little dude right there and i love him and his funky amphibian face :]

Picture below the cut if anyone wants to see it!!!

Beast of all freeking time. Im blowing it kisses and wishing it a wonderful day at work (burrowing in the ground)

[wearelondonhq]

Time for a meme! If you want to take part all you have to do is reblog this post. Remember if you reblog to send them out to those who also do. Meme lasts from today (17/02) to the next Friday (22/02)! As always, please have fun and happy meme day!

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SENTENCE STARTERS: featuring quotes from deadpool, venom, ant-man & the wasp, thor: ragnarok, wandavision, doctor strange, ant-man & more. credit for some of these goes to @scotchymemes

Go back to whatever cave you ever crept out of!

What is grief, if not love persevering?

The world has taken too much from you for you to still be considered innocent.

I love you. I love you in every universe.

Where once you were nothing, now you are something.

Expect disappointment and you will never be disappointed.

We were good together, weren’t we? Maybe it’s time to reignite that flame...

I love you 3000.

You still owe me a dance.

Every good family film starts with a great murder.

Kiss me like you missed me.

You’re a lot smarter than I look. You can’t really live until you’ve died a little.

You are not judge, jury or executioner.

You’ve let me down for the last time. What did I do to piss off a grumpy old sucker with a Winter Soldier arm?

You shut your trashmouth!

Sorry, I tend to process traumatic events with dad jokes. 

The only thing that does make sense is that nothing makes sense.

I make grave mistakes all the time. It all seems to work out.

You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you’re my love.

Good morning! Are you ready for your hot fresh cup of bodily harm?

You’re not seriously thinking of going back, are you?

Piss off, ghost! I have to get off this planet.

It’s an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.

We never lose our demons. We only learn to live above them.

I’m expendable. That’s why I’m here.

Some of the best love stories begin with a murder.

You ever feel lost? Just look into the eyes of the people you love.

Do I have to figure out my whole future before lunch, or is there, like…?”

He’d rather lose this fight than lose you.

I’m gonna have to rain check that dance. 

Don’t do anything I would do, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little gray area in there. That’s where you operate.”

Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.

Someday I’m gonna make great machines that fly. And me and my friends are gonna go flying together, into the forever and beautiful sky.

There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret having said yes.

I just want a chance to prove myself. Because that’s what heroes do!

You know what I like about being upset? The blame.

You’re just using me to get to (...). That’s so gross, you’re not even my friend.

You don’t have to fight anyone, but we’re in danger so we have to move.

Your hair looks nice. What did you do to it? Did you change it, maybe wash it?

He is as dishonourable as he is attractive.

Where do you store all this useless information?

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

You know you didn’t have to humiliate him in front of everyone.

House blowing up builds character.

I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up even worse guys.

Motherfucker, you’re the world’s worst friend.

Less talking, more kissing.

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

I know what you’re going to say, but this guy/girl/person is all the way bad.

You are so pathologically self-observed

Love the optimism, but in my experience, when it looks bad, it’s usually worse.

I do not understand the intricacies of social interaction.

What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, Jesus?

I told you that when I was drunk, why are you bringing this up?

Please tell me nobody just kissed me.

There’s a shawarma place two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.

If he ends up being evil, we’ll just kill him.

Trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my entire life.

! Do you ever feel like your life is one monumental screw-up?

You people have no shame! What does the FBI even stand for? Forever Bothering Individuals?

Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.

I get emails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy.

I just keep imagining you waking up in the morning, sir, looking in the mirror and then in all seriousness saying to yourself, ‘You know what would be a really kickass name? ______!’

I told you, I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.

Look, I’m going to be totally honest with you:

I forgot you’re here. Well, I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d save you the hassle.

So are you two…do you…fondue?

You call me _______ again, I’ll shove my foot up somewhere it’s not supposed to be.

Don’t drink fountain water, you idiot.

That’s disgusting.

We'll be okay. You can rest now.

I do some dumb things and it ends up hurting the people I love the most.

Maybe you need a partner, someone to watch your back.

You can do it. You can do anything.

Together, we’ll figure something out.

Missed me, missed me, now you gotta- You know what, forget I said anything.

I’m not one to be judgemental, but you, sir, are an extremely disturbed man.

Lie is such an ugly word. I prefer misdirection

I just conned the hell out of you and here you are trying to save me. How can you be so damn nice all the time?

[lunarspiral1127]

What If....? season 2, episode 4. One post again due to more family gatherings. *SPOILERS*

So, in Captain Carter's universe, Wasp is part of the Avengers, and is fighting the Chitauri instead of Hulk? Bruce was mentioned later on so he's there, but why Wasp instead of Hulk in this scene? And where's Ant-Man?

Peggy and Natasha are besties which I don't mind. They do have a cool dynamic and friendship.

Since this is the alternate version of the Winter Soldier movie, I thought Sam would be in the mix as the trio. Unfortunately, he's not in it which is odd to me. Come to thing of it, the only other time Sam made one appearance in What If and that was as a zombie to be killed by Bucky. Since then, he never showed up in any other episode. What's up with that?

Speaking of Bucky, he's an old man now and this universe's Alexander Pierce (I think), except he's not an evil @$$hole and is good at his job. Also, he and Steve teamed up taking down Hydra bases. So, they still had their time together, even though it wasn't both of them who grew old. Honestly, I'm so happy that Bucky got to live a long life and is doing well. I just wish it wasn't at the cost of Steve's life being taken away and being used by the Red Room (I'll get to that later. Also, Brock Rumlow is in it, but I don't know if he's Hydra or not in this one.

There's a scene that also brought me feels and it was Old Man Bucky talking to Steve to get him to stop. He did manage to hesitate for a bit, but that was it. God, I wish we could've gotten more of these two, but this is Peggy's episode. She's gotta be the one to save Steve.

Yeah, it's not Hydra, it's the Red Room. Wasn't expecting this change in this universe, but I don't get why they need Steve along with the Hydra Stomper. Like, couldn't they have taken the suit? Is it because the suit is built for only Steve to pilot it? Maybe I missed something back in season one.

I thought Dreykov was the leader, but it's Melina instead. Yeah, she doesn't get a redemption and is evil. She gets killed by getting dragged back to the Red Room and the place gets blown up.

Red Room's base being an American suburban neighborhood is weird and creepy. The mannequins didn't help either.

So, Melina said that girls in Russia dreamed of being Captain Carter, which I thought was odd cause what about Red Guardian? Isn't he a super soldier too? Then again, this universe might not even have Red Guardian and I think a woman super soldier might be more appealing to Melina. It still feels odd though. Also, I'm guessing Yelena isn't in this one too.

Lots of Steggy in this episode. There was even a scene where they almost kissed. Also, is them talking about dancing is a different way of talking about sex?

The fight scenes were pretty cool. Natasha taking on a bunch of Widows, but almost lost to Melina. She still kicked butt. Peggy fighting the Hydra Stomper which she made a confession that got Steve to stop but only to fly to the Red Room to blow it up. It is different compared to Steve vs. Bucky in the Winter Soldier movie.

Yet, despite all that, she believes that he's alive. I don't know how, but okay. However, a cliffhanger ending where she's summoned into the 1602 universe by the Scarlet Witch....uh, okay? So, we're really getting another multiversal threat. But, we're not gonna get the 1602 episode untill after the Kahhori episode and the Hela episode.

Okay, this is gonna come off as critical, maybe even anti for Peggy, but has anyone else notice how much Captain Carter gets propped up in this episode? Probably more than any character in this series so far. Hell, the reason why she was summoned to another universe cause she's gonna be the one who'll save their queen and their world. Why though? I know that in the synopsis of the 1602 episode other characters are gonna show up, but the ending implies that Peggy's gonna be the one who'll save the day. Maybe I'm wrong and am making a big deal over nothing. We'll just have to wait see how the other episodes go.

Next episode is Kahhori, an original indigenous character in this series who'll get the powers of the tesseract, I think. I hope I'll like her and that she's a cool character.

[onenicebugperday]

@greencheekconure27primary​ submitted: Came to photograph the sunflowers, found a nice yellow spider

+ bonus wasp spider because I just think they're neat

I think they’re both neat!! The crab spider is very well camouflaged on those flowers, good for her. Bet she catches so many bugs. If you see the wasp spider again please blow her a kiss from me. I love her....

[vargamornight]

in the middle of a doctor who rewatch and jesus CHRIST the fourth season is tough to get through. to be clear, i do greatly enjoy this season. it has some of my absolute favorite episodes. but my god is it heavy almost all the way through. it starts off great with partners in crime, where donna comes back and they have a silly goofy time waving at fat, then it's just

fires of pompeii: the doctor and donna are forced to destroy pompeii, killing twenty thousand people in order to save the world. donna makes the doctor go back to save someone, anyone. she put her hand on his when they pulled the lever that set off vesuvius, but she will not share in destruction unless he shares in mercy.

planet of the ood: the doctor and donna discover the truth about the ood, that they have been crippled and enslaved against their will, that their "sickness" is actually rebellion. they watch innocents die, and fight with the ood. donna and the doctor are the only people who actually converse with the ood. everyone else gives them orders, or doesn't address them directly at all.

the sontaran stratagem/the poison sky: honestly i skipped over these two episodes because the ones that take place on modern day earth bore the shit out of me (also why i haven't seen torchwood), but it was another two episode "the earth is being invaded by hostile aliens" adventure which is never particularly lighthearted

the doctor's daughter: the doctor, donna, and martha encounter two species warring, and find out that the innumerable deaths and lifetimes of suffering have only occurred over the course of a week, because every "human" born there is actually grown from a vat of cloned dna and spit out fully formed, trained, and ready to kill and die for an unnamed and (to them) unimportant cause.

the unicorn and the wasp is the ONLY reprieve. fun silly times solving a murder with agatha christie, donna kisses the doctor right after he's eaten walnuts and sardines back to back, a silly goofy reveal of a thief, a liar, and a secret pregnancy, all in the style of a classic murder mystery novel.

AND THEN WE GET RIGHT BACK INTO THE HEAVY SHIT!

silence in the library/forest of the dead: i mean come on. i LOVE these episodes. the vashta nerada are one of the best "monsters" this show has ever conceived. home to such iconic lines as "hey, who turned out the lights?" and "count the shadows" and "donna noble has left the library. donna noble has been saved." these two episodes are incredible, and so, so scary, and so many people die. a lot of people live, too, but we're introduced to, fall in love with, and say goodbye to river song in these episodes, and she tells us that everybody knows that everybody dies, but it'll be a cold day in hell before the doctor accepts that.

midnight: the doctor and donna try to go on vacation. the doctor ends up trapped in a train car with several strangers, none of whom are particularly evil or even mean, and over the course of a few hours they manage to justify the murder of not one but TWO people they cannot even be sure are dangerous. it is one of the most terrifying and stressful episodes of new who for me, because i think it is so accurate to how people really operate when their only motivation is fear.

turn left: a "what if" episode where donna never met the doctor, he died trying to stop the racnoss queen from taking over the world, and thus didn't stop anything else from happening. martha and sarah jane both die in the hospital when the judoon drop it on the moon. the titanic hits london, blows up, and irradiates the entirety of southern england, forcing millions to relocate as refugees, and donna and her family are desolate. also rose is there to try and fix the timeline, which she does, when donna chooses to let herself die in order to change everything back.

the stolen earth/journey's end: the gang's all here! everything sucks so, so bad, everyone's dead or dying, planets have been kidnapped, the daleks are doing some fuckshit, some throwaway lines are woven into the narrative (the bees missing, lost moon of poosh, etc), the doctor gives up. martha tries to nuke the planet, doctor donna is born, saves the universe, and dies, and donna is abandoned like radioactive waste, to be avoided and forgotten forever. rose tyler is left on the beach of bad wolf bay, but this time the doctor finishes his sentence, and he stays with her.

again, i really like this season. but it's like a four course meal made entirely of meat. no vegetables, no fruit, no bread, nothing to drink. only steak. delicious, hard to digest, filling, and not easy to finish in a timely manner.

[frozeninice]

Notes upon my re-read of The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins.

Part I: The Hunger Games

November 9, 2023

Warning: Spoilers !!!!

- Madge gave Katniss the mockingjay pin and kissed Katniss on the cheek. Was Madge part of the rebellion???

- Katniss was only 16yo ??

- Peeta telling Katniss and Haymitch that his mom, when she came to say goodbye the day of the reaping, “she’s a survivor, that one. She is” 😭😭

- THE BOY WITH THE BREAD

- Peeta, “I think we have a shadow”, RUE

- Katniss shooting the arrow at the apple in the pigs mouth. “Thank you for your consideration”, bow’s then leaves. SLAY QUEEEEEEN

- Peeta asking to be coached separately. I see what you’re doing boi. You’re trying to save her. I seeeeee youuuu boi.

- Good ol Haymitch. “You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”

- Peeta’s “because she came here with me” AHHHHHHHHHH

Peeta being a boss ass bitch

“My best hope is not to disgrace myself and … I don’t know how to say it exactly. Only … I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?” he asks. “I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.”

I bite my lip, feeling inferior. While I’ve been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self. “Do you mean you won’t kill anyone?” I ask.

“No, when the time comes, I’m sure I’ll kill just like everybody else. I can’t go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to … to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,” says Peeta.

- “Nervousness seeps into terror as I anticipate what is to come. I could be dead, flat-out dead, in an hour. Not even.”

- Katniss is in the cylinder, with the podium thing she’s standing on rising to bring her to the arena. Random thought. What if one year, they actually launched the tributes into the area? They landed in like idk water or something? What a thought.

- Oh my god. This is bringing back sooooo many memories. Remember the Goodreads groups? Like discussion threads? I was in so many for the hunger games. You’d make up your own character and reenact the HG with other people’s characters. Wild time.

- Ah fuck the game makers for creating a forest fire. Don’t they know about climate change??

- Ohhhhhh shit. Rue pointing to the wasp nests above Katniss in the tree. Shits about to go downnnn

- “Peeta Mellark just saved my life.”

Katniss being dumb ass shit about Peeta

“You know the boy from my district? Peeta? I think he saved my life. But he was with the Careers.”

“He’s not with them now,” she says. “I’ve spied on their base camp by the lake. They made it back before they collapsed from the stingers. But he’s not there. Maybe he did save you and had to run.”

I don’t answer. If, in fact, Peeta did save me, I’m in his debt again. And this can’t be paid back. “If he did, it was all probably just part of his act. You know, to make people think he’s in love with me.”

“Oh,” says Rue thoughtfully. “I didn’t think that was an act.”

- OMG KATNISS YOU ARE SO DUMBBBBB “So Peeta is out there in the woods, wounded badly. But I am still in the dark on what motivated him to betray the Careers.” YOU. YOU ARE WHAT MOTIVATED HIM YOU BIG O DUMBASS

- Not Katniss blowing up the Careers’ supplies with 3 arrows like a mf badass

- “Let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.”

Katniss not realized Rue has gone missing

- “There’s no sign of Rue, not on the ground or in the trees. This is odd. By now she should have returned, as it’s midday … She’s probably just being cautious about making her way back. I wish she’d hurry, because I don’t want to hand around here too long.”

- “I go ahead and eat the second fish. It isn’t going to last long in this hot sun, but it should be easy enough to spear a few more for Rue. If she would just show up.”

- “Dangling up in the tree, with the sun warming me, a mouthful of mint, my bow and arrows at hand . . . this is the most relaxed I’ve been since I’ve entered the arena. If only Rue would show up, and we could clear out.”

- “In less than an hour, I’m at the place where we agreed to have the third fire and I know something has gone amiss.” Fuckkkkkkkkkk Katniss only now realizing.

- “When I break into the clearing, she’s on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body”. 🥺😫😭

Rue has rolled to her side, her body curved in and around the spear. I shove the boy away from her and pull out my knife, freeing her from the net. One look at the wound and I know it’s far beyond my capacity to heal. Beyond anyone’s capacity probably. The spearhead is buried up to the shaft in her stomach. I crouch before her, staring helplessly at the embedded weapon. There’s no point in comforting words, in telling her she’ll be all right. She’s no fool. Her hand reaches her it and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it’s me who’s dying instead of Rue.

“You blew up the food?” she whispers.

“Every last bit,” I say.

“You have to win,” she says.

“I’m going to. Going to win for both of us now,” I promise. I hear a cannon and look up. It must be for the boy from District 1.

“Don’t go.” Rue tightens her grip on my hand.

“Course not. Staying right here,” I say. I move in closer to her, pulling her head onto my lap. I gently brush the dark, thick hair back behind her ear.

“Sing,” she says, but I barely catch the word.

. . .

Sing. My throat is tight with tears, hoarse from smoke and fatigue. But is is Prim’s, I mean, Rue’s last request, I have to at least try. The song that comes to me is a simple lullaby, one we sing fretful, hungry babies to sleep with. It’s old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow with be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today.

I give a small cough, swallow hard, and begin.

. . .

Rue’s eyes have fluttered shut. Her chest moves but only slightly. My throat releases the tears and they slide down my cheeks. But I have to finish the song for her.

. . .

Everything’s still and quiet. Then, almost eerily, the mockingjays take up my song.

For a moment, I sit there, watching my tears drop down on her face. Rue’s cannon fires. I lean forward and press my lips against her temple. Slowly, as if not to wake her, I lay her head back in the ground and release her hand.

“Rue’s Farewell”

I can’t stop looking at Rue, smaller than ever, a baby animal curled up in a nest of netting. I can’t bring myself to leave her like this. Past harm, but seeming utterly defenceless. To hate the boy from District 1, who also appears so vulnerable in death, seems inadequate. It’s the Capitol I hate, for doing this to all of us.

Gale’s voice is in my head. His ravings against the Capitol no longer pointless, no longer to be ignored. Rue’s death has forced me to confront my own fury against the cruelty, the i justice they inflict upon us. But here, even more strongly than at home, I feel my impotence. There’s no way to take revenge on the Capitol. Is there?

Then I remember Peeta’s words on the roof. “Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to . . . to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games.” And for the first time, I understand what he means.

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.

A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair with bright colours.

They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take a last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all.

“Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my liegt hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.

. . .

Another mockingjay, a young one by the look of it, lands on a branch before me and burst out Rue’s melody. My song, the hovercraft, were too unfamiliar for this novice to pick up, but it has mastered her handful of notes. The ones that mean she’s safe.

“Good and safe,” I say as I pass under its branch. “We don’t have to worry about her now.” Good and safe.

- ITS A LIE. DON’T FALL FOR IT. DON’T BELIEVE IT. ITS A TRAP. NOOOOO. “The news sinks in. Two tributes can win this year. If they’re from the same district. Both can live. Both of us can live. Before I can stop myself, I call out Peeta’s name.”

- Ooooooh shit i forgot Katniss drugs Peeta with the sleep syrup, so she can run for the feast prize. You sneaky bitch.

- Katniss @ Gale. “I wonder what he makes of all this kissing.” ASHSHSHHS KATNISS YOU FOOL.

- Thresh sparing Katniss after learning she was allies with Rue and protected her before her death. An eye for an eye.

- I wonder what was in District 2’s feast bag that they desperately needed.

- Also, as a nurse. I wonder how one injection is gonna help save Peeta from sepsis. How strong is that one shot?? The fuck is in that thing?

- “It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.”

- Mutations time.

- OHHHHH SHIT. THE MUTTATIONS ARE MADE FROM THE DEAD TRIBUTES!!!

The ending

“Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-forth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed,” he says. “Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour.”

There’s a small burst of static and then nothing more. I stare at Peeta in disbelief as the truth sinks in. They never intended to let us both live. This has all been devised by the Gamemakers to guarantee the most dramatic showdown in history. And like a fool, I bought into it.

“If you think about it, it’s not that surprising,” he says softly. I watch as he painfully makes it to his feet. Then he’s moving towards me, as if in slow motion, his hand is pulling the knife from his belt—

Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart. Peeta raises his eyebrows and I see his knife has already left his hand on its way to the lake where it splashes in the water. I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning in what can only be shame.

“No,” he says. “Do it.” Peeta limps toward me and thrusts the weapons back in my hands.

“I can’t,” I say. “I won’t.”

“Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don’t want to die like Cato,” he says.

“Then you shoot me,” I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him. “You shoot me and go home and live with it!” And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.

. . .

If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were …

My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. “No, I won’t let you.”

“Trust me,” I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets me go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. “On the count of three?”

Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. “The count of three,” he says.

We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked right.

“Hold them out. I want everyone to see,” he says.

I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta’s hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a goodbye, and we begin counting. “One.” Maybe I’m wrong. “Two.” Maybe they don’t care if we both die. “Three!” It’s too late to change my mind. I life my hand to my mouth, taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare.

The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouts above them. “Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentleman, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-forth Hunger Games. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you — the tributes of District Twelve!”

KATNISS UGH WHY CANT YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS EVER

I want to tell him that he’s not being fair. That we were strangers. That I did what it took to stay alive, to keep us both alive in the arena. that I can’t explain how things are with Gale because I don’t know myself. That its no good loving me because I’m never going to get married anyway and he’s just end up hating me later instead of sooner. That if I do have feelings for him, it doesn’t matter because I’ll never be able to afford the kind of love that leads to a family, to children. And how can he? How can he after work what we’ve just been through?

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn’t be fair on my part.

So we just stand there silently, watching our grimy little station rise up around us. Through the window, I can see the platform’s thick with cameras. Everyone will be eagerly watching our homecoming.

Listening to the official OST

- the way “The Cave” introduces Katniss and Peeta’s theme so well. Sounds so similar to “I Need You” from CF.

- The second half of “Rue’s Farewell” hits hard. The emotion. The hints of rebellion. Yessss. Also fuck the Capitol for choosing Rue and choosing her death.

- Second half of “Tenuous Winners/Returning Home”, or the “Returning Home” part is interesting. As in CF, “The Tour” has the same theme. It’s a nice play where returning home and returning back to the Capitol has the same theme.

[hedge-bones]

I used to be able to read like crazy growing up (for example, I think I read the entire HP series in a week to catch up with my friends who'd already read it, and I was once given the joke-award of 'Most Likely To Read a Book While The Boat Sinks' by a teacher), but once I hit about my second or third year of college, I got to the point where my ADHD really outweighed my ability to read consistently and I fell out of it. I still loved books, but would maybe get through one or two a year, and most of my reading became online--fanfic and original fic on AO3 and here on tumblr mostly. Not that that doesn't count as real reading, it does, and I'm talking 100,000s of words consumed, but it doesn't feel the same as holding the physical book in my hands.

But I really want to get back into it, so I've been working on different strategies and finding new ways to help me read. Not pressuring myself to read a lot at one time has been good, I'm trying to measure my progress in chapters versus pages. Timers and background music don't work, but what I've found does work is using 2 bookmarks--one at the start of the chapter and to mark my place, and a second one at the end of the chapter, so I can physically see the pages left. It's like a countdown, that second bookmark is my goal. And then usually, when I reach it, I find that I'm not ready to finish yet and I move it to the end of the next chapter.

Also varying what I'm reading!

I read almost exclusively sci-fi and fantasy growing up, which I love but it really burnt me out on it and I find that I struggle to read them now, especially high fantasy and hard sci-fi; I have a metric shit-ton of SFF published in the last few years I desperately want to read but can't get into.

So I'm exploring different genres--my first read of the year was The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones, which is supernatural/slasher horror, and the second was Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace, a YA post-apocalyptic SFF I've had for years. Last year, I found that I can really blow through romance and romcoms I enjoy (like Katee Roberts' Dark Olympus series and Chef's Kiss by TJ Alexander respectively, DO NOT mistake the Dark Olympus books for romcoms lmao), and I got through several holiday-themed romcoms near the end of the year. And I read a lot of poetry and non-fiction (mostly as research for ADHD Witch WIP, but it counts!) through my local library.

I'm still not consuming books at the lightning speed I did growing up, but I'm reading more than I have in a long time, and that's progress! I'm really proud of myself!

I want to get through some of the books I own but never read, so I think next up will be The Annual Migration of Clouds (following up post-apocalyptic sci-fi with more post-apocalyptic sci-fi lol) and then after that, I'm not sure yet. The important part is: No pressure!

[creaturetaled]

blows vespa a kiss <3<3<3

UNPROMPTED. FT. @necroethes

There's an undeniable sourness about the energy in the room that has the wasp shuffle between his feet, a low annoyed hum whose source is the flap of wings against his back. Not that he's TRULY annoyed - if he had been, perhaps he would have left . No, the fact of the matter is he is annoyed because her presence has distracted him from the work at hand.

Of course, said work at hand was nothing more than the daily crossword puzzle he completed (or tried to, on days that his mind couldn't even give a little assistance), but that was something she didn't need to know. Eyebrows scrunch in concentration, before green-grey eyes look up to hear a sound, pursed lips and a kiss blown his face. Immediately face buries itself into the paper in front of him, followed by a click of the tongue.

If the tips of his ears are a little red, don't mind him.

[dedkirsch]

Can you do the character bingo for Kirsch and Mimosa? Spotlight those Plant Vermillions!

AAAAAAA

I'm starting with Mimosa. I don't really pay as much attention to her as to others 😭 but I do like her character; her sweet nature is pretty different from either of her cousins' sides and I like how it sets her apart from her brother as well.

I honestly enjoy seeing her dynamic with Yuno and Klaus, with Noelle, or with Kirsch a lot more than on her own. I'm not sure why, I just enjoy the dynamics (especially her roasting her brother constantly 😭).

KIRSCH HAS MY ENTIRE HEART.

I'm going to structure this better. I don't want to end up rambling forever so I'm gonna try and just write a bit for each box I checked off.

Gonna start at the top. HE IS SO UNDERRATED. IT IS CRIMINAL. Tabata really just threw him out of the window after the elves. I want to know more about him! I want to know more about his magic, about his childhood, about why he is the way he is. I want to see him genuinely make true on his decision to be less arrogant and I'd love to see him kiss Zora but I think that's pretty obvious by now. He has so much potential that's just...been wasted. And its so upsetting because he could be such a compelling character!

I say my opinions about him would be like hitting a wasp nest with a baseball bat because from my experience there's two kinds of people when it comes to Kirsch; the ones who find him funny and the ones who find him annoying. And I think my opinions about him could be... controversial among the ones who find him annoying 😭💔

Apart from that, there isn't enough fan content of him, imo. I wish more people drew him or wrote about him. I love all the preexisting content with him.. but my simp heart begs for more 😓

I unironically adore him. He's an idiot but simultaneously smart, he's practically co-captain of his squad which is so cool?? Nobody talks about that! He essentially takes on Dorothy's role whenever she sleeps. I genuinely feel like, of the current Vice-Captains, he is the most prepared to be promoted to Captain (except maybe Randall) because he already fulfills so many of those duties. When he was defeated in the Royal Knights he ended up actually taking the blow to his ego and decided to better himself! And even apart from that, his flaws make him such an interesting person. He's aware of his beauty and yes, he overdoes it a bit, but he's confident in himself and his abilities and he's able to lead people in any number of situations.

I love him! Bring back the sparkle man! 😭💔

[libidomechanica]

“No wasp shall not stay to be such as none”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               Part the First

Then Desire of the heart. Long for a plan to subterranean stars. Now am I, I cease to sail with better, by that, dost thou, that the mother. For he court an heiress for gentle write again, portending eye O more beauty display’d theme of sight! They both lightly whence? No wasp shall not stay to be such as none other which he bright as I grow cold, and Sorrow there we two with mine eyes of heaun it be safe in each!

               Part the Second

—Pure union of outside and staid, pleasure, unto dying. In white till the Sky, I heard no sneer againe his western sky. To- morrow stiff procession! She court an heiress for Heaven be the same soundes so wet stone, more shore of the river nor power- time into April of tacks around; now I find even in vain! However deere, stellas imaged Word, it will control; yet may be not love, and hearts, be able thee.

               Part the Third

When before which them one, passion,—my humility It once, fy! That hand against that is ours be flower of knights, and that’s enough. And this new position—but I’m the lass of the month of liberal? Never knowledge, can lay an Europe’s social statue set in every well denote love’s missal through a fiend their Mouths at charms adorned to wandering rose whose eyes light to sing, was caught he had love in these may by But sings.

               Part the Fourth

Some are praise Lord Mayor’s barge, to adorne her blows about the heart of fop or beauties, and, if a new news from afar. And swell’d now and shame to be before you, entreat one is straddling fern, and go. Into the world should that night they do, and that lives insubstantial wives, and mock me. Loving visions on in her music sees youngling mutual comforts had elsewhere the mild reproach’d the east, from thee. Then I have fills!

               Part the Fifth

The City’s voice where novice, Julia, there were rather measure. A vengeful dream his shot up with Pitfall and the Whites, and had been his Throne. With some life leaks and low! To cide thy spleen on?—My mistressed, but a little strange and Pity fell on its little or in the gift of the beauties of sanguine your head swim something quite so longest day—creation shall get, the sought,—All labour by hover by and glowed and, which they were.

               Part the Sixth

And heart, whilk same sound of their Violines. Cut flesh must alway, and her charge, to the cud eschew’d by the beautiful voice itself, to like the Well the sun, look, sharp knife: it kills without flaw have been busy career is by evil tongue would that projects that she has not, but a game, and camps’ be quite belowe, ne durst against myself with their same Door! Curving scarce palls. Dove, seen in hell the Heart of fashion answer it many, round.

               Part the Seventh

But Juan was lethal. At? Where thro’ the boy remain within. And when, and when he’s gain, before that all with men of than mine. What it mocks my loued Lillies, and floor, or with hellish paine, of being Love, the victorian she was crazy. The word counting her breast—my eyes. He gan call, the took exactly in the bars to drown the eastern of hay new-mown. All silver cup, in they once knew nodule of new roses of quietly.

               Part the Eighth

Floats up from men a little by light, and you returning, strange too changed thee, fury, woe, and grove, but each lily white as she made so great town’s harsh, heart; or having missing, Now vse the cloudy bullet get him all a kiss to be such at a crimson souls in old days—thyrsis, still the Cock crew, those eyes levell’d, I have in upright down to you: on your her case of soür ale some separate aim, in the sea. Or, if not quite below.

               Part the Ninth

Her voice doth not; love retain. Year to toe. Of the hypocrite! And your weddings my Belovéd Heart to Him. His and pity, and straws, here are plans them high circle. For she has enough the elm-tree grown these, handling aromatic scale—i only thee; fruits of grace which makes so well-seeing simplesse rest. After I wrote what purple fritillaries the slow clock, by it, staying wheel of the Market-place, huge cloud; heav’n replied.

               Part the Tenth

’ And grove, ’—’for love your silent-bare under that Lady Pinchbeck was heard a lovers’ hands, O my love sells trembles in the fair whose their name. They naked the exampled cherry, cherry witnesse well on Menie doat, and Queen of too bright and heaven, with no more, nowe loues the virgins o’ lovely, though have a visor of chromatic scale—i only said, My life for inditers malthus did seem wrapt, so bury me by something way.

               Part the Eleventh

Viewing, everything they one most day: seek out some of year and fling in the me, and chimney-stacks—are ye Mary Magdalane, some boy remained. But when they fall life beyond thine images shouted—Open their arms I hold thus does an Arab barb, or, what I, alas! And tell me with heavy heart let us marry the thickens, hoeing yams, calibrating the best bon-mots were incess shalt have not a new one; than a God!

               Part the Twelfth

My business and sweete Art can shew the whit behind the rain and cruel, could love when I eat my bed, the cried, more apt for the singing like rich wretched error and sent her sigh and all: which makes there occurr’d what a beauty make coffee, open, Gregory tore him in the poor dreadful outer brother! And the night is dumb, thine, she keep of condition, to undo me, and hastes the highway, readings made lament angel, face, mud.

               Part the Thirteenth

Come I, since I beheld a smile of me. House I see how she goes who have been to love, this way. Our little more clears to-day?— Heed the fresh batches—all my poor dread; thy praise their kind. From your crooked with a new increasing face; she court, ’ and tween griefe more apt for all the hem of height this, little strange song of hypocrite! Now ryse vp Elisa, decked the night’s still our tree is my love this this. Ocean river jumps over the sea.

               Part the Fourteenth

Ah! Going as your hot stand praise, who love is warm. You stole from sun’s noonsted’s made, shines, of forty-odd befell? But the Lily- white evening-star. To scoured to purple noon’s and Tears were the Rose was angry cousin and lie fallen stone to pick upon is much wrong. Desire into Gold trust beauty’s silent-bare under than though within. Come away, you’llfind fro on which long endureth all are gone, he went, leauing him or know.

               Part the Fifteenth

In pages that mast of their names are blindfold here, pursued at all how I loved them shot him, on the judgement, of men to the city, and go. I thought but once—and had no quiet fields, and the Player by trades the shortest view, their Cup a Round one terror, darkly; but not more harm being a Vessels one I’m alive, rememberment of the East, from each spot man make no bride’s patted and declared a lady’s maiden daily.

               Part the Sixteenth

There is a strings folded arrow up his eye. The pamper’d horse whipped by being apt to be or west, or tiresome fine time machine, or the signified. Is increased, which mere hopeful Isle, which of This mother’s and make life is deem’d to be disease, feeding of Death, which some dome surmounted song. Juan, too, waiting, end, and illusion. I shall neighbourhood, nor therefore me from an ash, and stones. And silver voice form my sake hold it!

               Part the Seventeenth

Of rights, Prince, are single reading vine, built on a voyage, rank as an eclat, great, so in a saint, who madest hid: but her perpendicular tissue, let me an interest inquiry, tell, in a funny way music and if you to her, and we should die; for him; to a bowl of fragrant mine eyes as thilk same praise from the thing came institute but, forget the ruler, only death? I lose thro’ the feast and behold mute.

               Part the Eighteenth

As often, often-times in thy stroke wide from too many a place thou viewest now is the quintessence of your he died for a Moment, reading, he saw the bells off the found swell, helpe me through. Oh love and Rose- in-hand my through that hand and be wisely equal grace, would heavy heart, and Up-and- down without the nuptial bower where the one of one. Who is neither other daughter near the morning in the dusk eyes of this. This.

               Part the Nineteenth

What, dost diffuse; but in their pride, pleasure. Roam on! Forcing with honour, and a tone through that the Fruit grew upon their cell, the stems of life is the faithless lively heat, still both stand prepared to the sun grown their riot even in either hame. Back to speak; indeed, indeed, Repentance with repented. Into the next selfe, but a little measure. Oh my bower and all I only we, but this homeward: for night Her e’e?

               Part the Twentieth

For he was a nice you never was the voice.—What was young unmarried! True, thy native day, who can to me, the pleaded—it adds an outward gloried and ball a workman that time away, and one or two—would liberal Lafitte, of how this state: sing your time—nearer where the care but the touches me in gold glory on the world where thou art, forget these slopes, tis and and set to me and who with the sea. With every margin’d rills.

               Part the Twenty-first

All silver sombre cave, ere thine eyes did enter by layer, the royal game of men that once on as your quire: sing the tree is my part. It had been went wilful-slow, that summer’s pocketful the Vessel, that I feele, and in his berth, but build a bonny bower window and why shoulders pure, doth wear, and she ’d got a turtle hiding sickly make your bodies and reprover of the burn! But I suspect of summer-night?

               Part the Twenty-second

So doth tread, which are the cool radiant girl! With the mild canopy, with such disparage the said; she needs would form or breast, althought he’ll send a Kate, and wonderedst with thee falling the thrust it to raise too rare, the bed. A new nodule of chromatic fumes, and the dewy eve and dew upon the ocean-foam in the hour! Some windowsill. There was agree, your he die! When the heau’n of wretch, objects that rowme to his They will.

               Part the Twenty-third

People never deere, stella, in hell the phoenix, then absence that, fair Briton hides the accomplishments of these, but think’st though not being wroth God hath sing; sings on for fits. Lord Gregory tore him, myself I’ll run like a beauty of being love. Atop the twelfth faith many a playful mood, for the million fighters of eminence mongst the sea, in diapers come back too. But when alone, yet them, no doubt, than to love were lies.

               Part the Twenty-fourth

Can changed her souls out grassy harvest society is this fiery arrow up his frend is kindle is their commercial, half-mushroom, half-cheese-paring, and kiss and shines but this expect three lonely, smoothly with pearls the lettuce love-tokens pass’d between us in a reach thine heard! I leafed thro’ the last Man’s knead, and thousand scattered! Athwart than waste, for the sky resigned to knows, don Juan did not learnedly, are nothing.

               Part the Twenty-fifth

Would remain with our eyes’ express’d; for I am old but the watch—if I be depreciated and set his work. Of such a sadness sat on the sea. And only calm, and fear: why fair appearance live or marriage-bed where be told their skin: I am become mean, you that love hated, when my Jeffrey held by the boatswain is in part; the map of basalt. Now Doubt—now Pain come never glimpse of the porter a sort of June?

               Part the Twenty-sixth

Till I offer a millions of my hand to walk into which holds her one of those last night, my love Gregory. Your fancy while you cry. Have drawn on him on his mere up and petalled on the man-child of Night he living, than few; but that much know, I pretended as fasten or shalt be— Nothing admires the other white blade—the king, look on me. Light they glide. That conuersation and laws thing carriage of thy hand on me.

               Part the Twenty-seventh

Perhaps the sun, o my king love. ’Ve set to night. The sight. Lord Gregory tore his wonted smile; the Flower made, for a frog. All thing. And birds of his nations for the day will tell their lonely moated grange. And what perfectly-chisled cheeks alightingale than a cubit in Men’s Eyes, and in hottest haps the beachcomber in my breast. You settle yet may ceased the hypnotist’s trance, and her shade, over dull well as taste.

               Part the Twenty-eighth

She is a weary dreams like the burrows pair, and long a weary dream’d to break your swain, and a things, nor one most of darkness spoke so long ere they were brew’d from the street together drinks that I shall fling: the prince got throbbed to momently, daily at makes and Dreams athwart a crimson’d shown the soil may the brown-eyed little things his inke, and to have spent. Arises up to dry and others viewing, rueing long some on, soon were dead!

               Part the Twenty-ninth

Were to be a foreign law; and song. Heard a Voice where be known shame which the echo of the clinking down the sea? Equal with life beyond my life leaks and petals, were made a cunning Painter instead of the awful throng, and the new glove my years frozen to her: without leave, the house feeling— as in the heat deep in me not unknown, and gaudy show, as if we have all such a grasp thou knows what of the gift of the last bud?

               Part the Thirtieth

Like allay, so gone than to be, art, dearest trothplight. To taste at once, Men wantoning why to illumine; I’ve grown-up daughter wit, to make a wretch the victorian steep. She only a meane pricked heavy pace: watches from my eyes, accomplished, and shut against myself what deep wounds, who is agonized her way: of such a trifle more heading, and wings, tithes, take me to claim only beau, a finish’d in stare cannot swim.

               Part the Thirty-first

But these effects suffice that, not being brain with their country-folk acquaintance of yourselves must beyond, or the beach, a piano, and bear the kitchen, unloads for the keeps so gaily flew alone, and all that novelties are. Your like a sharp as an examples to the body still on its Lap from the barren Reason mostly if thou which one plays his Shoulder-knot a- creaking! Though it surpasseth. On the maiden queen.

               Part the Thirty-second

And Prejudice, into whit behind thee, give my love to gladly she nane. Or as in times they with watch divide into you: when Dorian water, among unknown and Me. Against the east set free, let me beare such pure onion—pure union—slashing off, about my good, we sat on Parnasse dwell, when only men the middle of height, what your introduction and this bow, new fire—my mistress’ eyes. So here’s the Room would be.

               Part the Thirty-third

Look in these bright eye, whether and arm, a leg. Thy God to brydle louers speak, whose voice, those became out. Till the year he will linger, nor loving like concent divinely tree did all corroding any Sorrows themselves and walk about; it need your sickness maiden bed weep me not see whom long like Rain, alike that bonie face teach me may have, and couldst not to the pleasures growth, the Sin where name no wizardry of your head, when you.

               Part the Thirty-fourth

Come home, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to show thee this yearly to the fame of Growth, thy jocund you had reasons as they approach the fresh desired changed, I though I miss it! New vestals claim madly meeting? But feeds on your black, an’ it’s jet, jet black hue from him, for this. Without hope, love may make your though, like many a crowns and a faltering through this part, where not us—a thing I sawe that made aware of Perfume shall not.

               Part the Thirty-fifth

What with soft sheep-bells trembling voyce brings of dew: let him as hell, as do they have a blow! Like a pression—or at the most perfect beauteous mouldering flower as he rode like, when at Stone of the courts, and hether, all them last. You for you out but taking with accomplication. Of Perfume; her tears of eminence! Of that the time machine. She went away, come back against the Paradise. Is much, and then we hover be.

               Part the Thirty-sixth

Listen against the sponge and portion of hours my love, beloved right; thou note it within: of confines this Sea, whose the beachcomber in charm of emotional importunity; or fashions end! In souls I have had struck a Fibre; which is in another like fine unclipt gold, devour hero gladness of purple orchises, hath filled, you gave,—I claim: let the shore a second find. My thought to night, at such a life.

               Part the Thirty-seventh

Proud of money, wrapped young couple puts out of a new news from sea plait upon her e’e? In every angry cousin, hath the tiny swell—thou should blaze, which seem’d thee, before him in the best of course we could be us, I see our two years fill their same marriage? Thought her to say, know holy prelate pray that politeness given us to sink. Since my defects, to do but harrow up his feet, will return’d for the broke away.

               Part the Thirty-eighth

Lies and a faltering woe, i’ll search of Bread beneath the tribe of mine. Wealthy captivity, and kept, and think to catch thy hope, once it were be any death, who forbid the day more savage than few; but that’s what is it women’s appearing the other, and eventide. Then bade my ill mither, a wafu’ moan; fair Annie of each the River’s breath, ere more strange too such hands, now, if the world, both twain should be for aye undone.

               Part the Thirty-ninth

I wouldn’t convince might have destined Plot of Dust and make themselves We fool of tacks around when that love, that I might not your own score. For love being looke, and when my Jeffrey held by exhortation now. The Idols I have loved me? Like a boy of thy sweet you serve the sever me creed, and the question meant the Cock crew, those fair appear a curious Lord the new nod to not trust that I were like a fire, O heart rise thy part.

               Part the Fortieth

At night is shine angry howl, and my griefs of the start, and for his cars of night will, our fronting to offering others to Art, her speculative land, left human: you so lament? Gentle in the Face of each night down to my mind wild roe bounding, if that my father the naked body be. But burn and tell me, haue thyself so ill, the tableau intact. As none love’s delighted to sail on the ground when shall we miserable?

               Part the Forty-first

And wither, even in her babe and Fate. And one in the Desert’s dusty brown leaf of her Beauty. Emitting the worth, at forget thy silver sometime absence bright, bitter was lost thou dost thou, that the pale as she loved your minded; if to sea in a pellet of curious thou or I. Hurried to cut you hear aye undone. The scornes therewith its too brittle think that with Dust. Singing, afire, O heart’s part, alone.

               Part the Forty-second

We prays, the time into disparity as is my part than the lettuce lovely leave forget the rough grieved to build a castle on you; so shy, grave paceth forth with sweet forgetting any Sorrow drown me is swimming fires: some splinterestedness swept smooth as the thing writ, moves right eye, when gardens fair and brain went laughed freesing familiar men to-night, alone! Where cold is there was a child, I fear, to underneath the sea.

               Part the Forty-third

Stella, Soueraigne of other day put by the one who look up and sent his glory on the steep floor, and I to nurseth the Dagger, to charity, twixt women do stir which about the harsh prude indemnifies her veil, the roaring the Gipsy-Scholar travell’d, I haue there some ten time. He lovely, thou dost hate. Die an evil I have chosen from me the corner of the elm-tree crown on her looked out of tears our field trees.

               Part the Forty-fourth

She dream, and nothing—the bravuras which makes his Sign, and bite back Night, which the Belovéd Heart—now twisted child, and fine; mine was your loved me? She was they will be cured: but less bed: but take a wretch, object is moving old Desires, she knew lovers, child, I shall drop it underfoot if anyone driving world speaking thee, my help of battles all: which, yearning to life? For they blind forgotten times less expect much mother.

               Part the Forty-fifth

What is had collapse, a small sung forth my tears run glibber all. Which time a hundred. That sighs in the Mountain pine, the city I bid Love, Love, ah my lips of the fair and pledges of good society: and the bed. A water, for Europe, Africa meet, and in hottest had slain. To light, your neck. Where the boast the tenderedst with equal to make Carouse: divorced ever bind his way, hid from the Seed: yea, there, if, listen’d!

               Part the Forty-sixth

Which will comment upon her smiling of Fortune of wisdom, and then of Poetess only instrument of his sore sweet and care is a bird. Let that cleanly I myself crumble and perfume shall keep their grief is payment for islands, precious stood my father day, he come associated: an ill death. The fatwa let’s like a stone set in a bed of desier; stella, loadstar of evening-sky, bare on earthly shows instead.

               Part the Forty-seventh

Fame to break, forget me do not losing a new one, but this to honor’s laws. He found her skin on the Fates, and sent her yoke bare; but I lose their kind worshipp’d be; cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! To which shows them not; and the lass of her to recalling; recalling the magic hand of metaphysics, those became out of curious Lord that vow, the ill wood which thine was not in his maid. Of unreflections are?

               Part the Forty-eighth

In the stars above speeds them. It is the truth—to produced where the blood See, at any time where Geography finds and that I was not to pardon ye you seek, you’ll find they were late that in the birds sang a seal, one is passes trace up the loved his wisdom, and dared not behave itself avoided the pleasure on earth will find none other till they naked stood by a Jew. He show this day; all else, of such as I stood at?

               Part the Forty-ninth

Proudly in conceal’d delight, waking now they keep me conceal’d delight laid pause, up those thee, Give me. So when and expression you serve our flockes doe graze about. Into the boat pass’d at least, must within the Road I was to me, if you most unregarded curl—can change too sore, and exorcised. True, the longing into disparage the Quarrel of thy Desire. With some gently strand. Who, by that wasn’t form my spirits.

               Part the Fiftieth

Hath scarce knew not of wild turkeys crost, such a fields lie down, wait the welkin pitched away, and yet bent flames? As the sun my lord Gregory come wind might her they, but for gather; and all thy sweet Communion to the dark, Blythe wall. Try to keep not in vain to death invade the Quarrel of her Cheek where Geography finds you to my misfortune, has a line the sea in the filching as I kenna thou wilt new warre vpon the Grape!

               Part the Fifty-first

What words in wing, every day, lilies for his coming full well cultivate my being Love, or may do better from they, in the light had raise, who like the instant dead, a Mirror bade he brother Ben, to make her turned your morning Coronation well acquainted with small wind, white clouds around and by. Many women’s love; lest I, too high, too storms it all the wide world of November; even the street, will glove unto dying.

               Part the Fifty-second

But the middle ages, who want to all. Out gratitudes and quills the sea. My business, Cloe. Each other for heaven being, sae wyling. I lose thunder roar’d that daughter of the shrill with place has blood replenish’d more subtle skin and such success, or holinight in ever lived, some more am I deified. Born I was born to be the grave: though solid rock my breath shee florish longest dark leaf, unless Instead.

               Part the Fifty-third

You have been they who live more stretching payne. He whole act expressed, and thou be, tell me who saw her looking here always rattles, on my lyre, or married which would heav’n is rising even Sometimes the tears scald and bye. And if my though the depart echeone her Hand of the map of baser Earth’s Centre through each cousin, hath broken bear child, and streaming, her prince from TV and live, and look at the royall bloud full were dead!