#May or may not be jealous of how well they rock a suit and a dress while putting out banger songs and videos.

[technicallyoneofakind]

The Stupendium is one of those people that's so... gender in the most nonbinary way. Respectfully, I'm obsessed with their presentation.

[vivwritesfics]

Gremlin

I get paid to be his best friend.

Lance couldn't begin to describe just how much her saying that hurt him. She made it sound as though she was paid to keep him company, when in actual fact they had been best friends for years and years and years and years.

She was his assistant, but assistant was a loose title. The more Lance thought about it, the more he realised that maybe she was just paid to be his best friend. They spent any free moment goofing off together, probably annoying everybody around them.

"Lancenot Stroll," she said as she strode towards him in her green Aston Martin shirt. She had a notebook tucked under her arms, but Lance knew they were full of odd little drawings, most of them inappropriate.

Lancenot Stroll. She'd been calling him that since they were kids. Lance did a bit where he pretended to hate it, but he really loved it.

"Gremlin," he said as she hopped up onto the little table. "What do you want?"

His racing suit was around his hips and his white fireproofs covered his body. He looked good, undeniably so.

Y/N leaned back against the wall as she looked at her best friend. "Can't I just want to enjoy your company?"

"No."

Yes, she could.

Lance leaned his elbows on the table and looked up at her. She couldn't stop herself from running her hands through his hair and messing it up.

Lance gave her a joking glare and, goddamn, if he didn't look cute. Y/N booped his nose and leaned back.

As Lance prepared himself for the race, Y/N scrolled through her tiktok with the sound off. She watched through the F1 tiktoks that appeared on her for you page, most of them about Lance (if it wasn't for her, he'd never know about any of the drama).

"Did you know there's a thing on tiktok where people say how many shots it would take for them to get with drivers?" She asked as she gently kicked her legs.

Lance looked up, something of a grin playing on her lips. "How many to get with me?" He asked as he walked closer and placed his hands on her thighs.

She pretended not to notice, but his touch was warm, addicting. Y/N swiped through the slides on the tiktok until she found Lance. "Two," she answered and read out what they had to say about him. "So fucking cute, like seriously, and, I'm so freaking jealous of Y/N I'd do anything to be in her position."

His dark eyes stared unto her own. "How many shots would it take you?"

"Easy, zero," she answered just a little bit too quickly. Lance's eyes lit up. "Because it's not happening."

Lance pouted at her. In response, Y/N squeezed his cheeks together. She loved it when he pouted, couldn't get another of it.

His facial hair burned against her fingertips as she pulled away. "You're cute, Lancenot," she said and hopped off of the table to 'do her job'.

"You are, too, Gremlin," he said as she walked out of the room.

***

"I get paid to be his best friend," Y/N said with a grin to the audiences of the Aston Martin tiktok page.

Lance watched her. He couldn't help but grin as she spun and snapped her fingers towards the camera. "Gremlin!" He shouted and she walked away from the camera, leaving the editor of the video to do their job.

Lance opened his arm and she tucked herself beneath it. "Good luck, Lancenot," she said and reached up to kiss his cheek.

He tightened his arms around her, gently rocking her from side to side. It was a pre race ritual; Lance called it his good luck charm.

"Come with me to the track?" He asked, kissing the top of her head.

Y/N thought about it. Well, she made it look like she thought about it. "This may come as a surprise to you, but I actually have work to do."

"What? No you don't."

"Lancey Lance," she said as she pulled away. "I need to plan all of the fun things for us to do while we're in the United States," she said and walked away from him. "Good luuuuuck!" She called as she walked away, heading for the privacy of his unused drivers room.

Before the race started, before the driver's got into their cars, Y/N's phone buzzed

Estie Bestie x

You guys are so cute together

But you should definitely get a room

[bhpop]

For @rose-tea-and-strawberries

{Concept art for a spider-girl Yuu someone brought up, but since I don't wanna fully put my own image of spider Yuu in case others imagined them differently, this is heavily based more on astv instead of just a general spider-man/woman Yuu}

TW: Mention of death {Yuu's Canon Event}

{In case you can't tell I added a bit of spider-Gwen [ghost-spider] to this Yuu [with the slight colored hair, losing their best friend and soon father, also this Yuu has a more Micky inspired suit since their old one got torn from their canon event and Micky felt bad so he made one for them that goes with the waiter outfits.}

I can honestly see the staff at House of Mouse along with the guest {mainly the great seven} being pretty concerned and curious of this Yuu's world/dimension since I'd be pretty understandable this Yuu has trust issues not because their villains/magical people but because they don't want to possibly lose them like how they lost their Peter/Gwen/father.

And to go deeper on the topic of spider-Yuu {mainly with canon events and more connected to the atsv plot} I like to image that before arriving at Twisted Wonderland and working at House of Mouse they just went through their canon event of losing their dimensions Peter/Gwen or father.

Along with that, since this Yuu is from another dimension and arrived in a different world {twst} they'd technically be an anomaly, since it's theorized/hinted that the spider society can only go to dimensions/worlds WITH a spider-man/woman in them. So they may tend to glitch a lot {which is canonically very painful} due to their body's genes not being from that place unless the more powerful/magical guest or staff at NRC and House Of Mouse placed a spell that prevents them from glitching.

Bonus: I believe maybe the NRC boys {especially the dorm leaders and our boy Jamil} would be a little jealous of Yuu's Peter/Gwen since they were the first ones to get close to/love Yuu, but feel bad for being jealous since you know, Yuu's first friend/lover is dead {rip Peter/Gwen but I prefer to make Peter's death this Yuu's canon event since Gwen already went through it in most other worlds}. Idia would most definitely be jealous of Yuu's Ganke though lol.

{Anyway here's Yuu's Canon event, similar to spider-Gwen's canon event since I'd just get sadder thinking of more brutal ideas for Yuu's Peter}

{So to explain this in short, Yuu's Peter was similar to Gwen's Peter and turned himself into a giant lizard, so they fight without Yuu knowing it's him and then the giant rubble crushes him and turns him back into his human form, Yuu hears his slow breaths {since he's literally dieing from being crushed} and realizes it's him but got trapped in rubble as well so they had to cut their hair off with the sharpest rock/shard of glass they could find so that's why their hair looks so messy and choppy at the bottom due to the panic and want to find and save her friend Peter, but he dies in their arms obviously. So in memory of him they keep their hair the same and never let it grow longer since they feel like they'd lose him again in a different way {+they dyed their hair his favorite color at the end, or just your favorite color in general}. Tragic.}

I'm feeling angsty 🥀💔😏.

{Honestly bonus points if Yuu was destined to die like Gwen in other dimension versions of them, everyone is going to freak out.}

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY PRETTY LITTLE MAID . PART 2 - CHOI SOOBIN - NSFW

First part 🫶

Choi Soobin x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: Dom boss!Soobin, Sub maid!reader, Soobin kinda mean, unprotected sex, praise (good girl, perfect), pet names (baby, my love, doll), degrading (slut, thing, cum dumpster), marking, possessiveness, jealous Soobin that thinks he’s hiding it (he’s not), calls Soobin Sir, mention of dumbification, mention of dacryphilia, oral m!receiving, a touch of plot, this is a mess, not proof read,

Word count: 3,070

Summary: Soobin can’t sleep at night, can’t compete his work sufficiently, can’t take his eyes off you, knowing that you leave his house and go straight to another man. Was he allowed to feel like that? Yes. Should he? Absolutely not- you were only his maid after all… and he- well he has a wife! 🫵home wrecker

Your knuckles clicked against the door, alerting Soobin's wife to your presence. The sound of her clumsily sliding to the door could be heard by her loud shouting and giggles. The second it swung open she greeted you, "Hiya darling. Come on in. It's still early, have you had breakfast?". Every morning, without fail, she asked if you'd eaten breakfast. You had absolutely no clue how Soobin could ever cheat on such a sweet lady.

"I have had breakfast, thank you. Where do you want me to start today?" You asked, smiling widely at her. You had to keep up the act, pretend that you'd never fucked her husband. It was easier said than done when she was so lovely. She reminded you of the man you'd been seeing recently. He was perfect for you, a match made in heaven. He was patient, loving, funny and incredibly handsome, he was more than you'd ever expected.

She smiled back at you "Start however you want to. As long as you get it done, I don't mind. I'm going on a small trip, so I won't be around today, but Soobin will be home. He has a day off, you know how he is though, he won't even put his laptop down. If you are unsure of anything you can check with him".

The second it rang in your head that Soobin would be home all day, you sighed ever so slightly. Last time that happened, you were rocked into their kitchen counter. But you made sure you kept a brave face and saw her out, smiling the entire way. You just hope she didn't know a thing or knew all about it but simply didn't care.

Soobin finally appeared about 2 hours later, in a casual outfit, not the usual suits you'd find him in before or after work. It was nice seeing him so relaxed, it was his home, after all, he should be comfortable.

You quickly followed him into the kitchen, the familiar click of the heels he'd brought you letting him know you were already here. "Good morning (Y/N)" he greeted you. You smiled brightly at him "Good morning, Sir. Did you have a better sleep tonight? Did I fluff the pillows right this time?" You asked, trying to determine whether you were actually any good at your job or only here for aesthetics, you are led to believe it was a bit of both.

He chuckles at you, sitting down at the island to eat his toast "It was lovely thank you. I even managed to get a lay in this morning. That might be because I slept late though" he pondered, sweet smile tugging at his lips. He seemed more peaceful than normal, despite seeming highly troubled. A beautiful smile graced his face but the scrunch in his nose and eyebrows wouldn't ease, no matter what you said.

You nodded at him "Probably Sir. Did you have something on your mind... would you like to talk about it? Maybe you'd get a better sleep" you suggested, standing at the opposite side of the island because you weren't allowed to sit without permission.

He nodded at you "Well you'd best sit then." He smiled, pointing to the seat next to him. Soobin may have been your boss, and you his maid, but in a way, you'd formed a connection. It may have been twisted and unprofessional, but it was nice.

Taking a seat in the chair you felt your dress ride up your thighs, but that was nothing new with the clothes Soobin got you. They were obviously small for a reason: Soobin's prying eyes.

"You're really sweet, did you know that?" He chuckles, taking another bite of his toast. You smile at him "I just like being there for people. It doesn't matter if you're my boss or some sad guy at a bus stop, I think it's important that everyone has someone" you tell him.

He nods "You're precious, but so awfully naive... hmm?" His voice was almost teasing, it may have seemed like a question, but it certainly was not.

"What do you mean, Sir?" You ask, and to that he cocks his head to the side, thinking for a mere moment. "Well, those plans you have every other night... they are dates right?" He checks, a quick nod coming from you, then he continues, "Why do you think the guy likes you? For your looks? Personality? Brains? What do you think it is about you that draws him in?" He wonders, a clear smirk spread across his face. Soobin had no reason for asking the question other than to convince you that whoever you were seeing wasn't worth anything compared to him, but how could he confidently say that whilst he had a wife. It was selfish, but he was okay to be such a thing, if it was all for you.

You remember the moments you've spent with the guy you've been talking to so far, it wasn't much, but every second meant something to you. You'd like to think he likes all of the aspects Soobin said about you, but how could you be sure? What draws him into you? "I believe it's my personality, Sir" you respond.

Soobin shakes his head "With a man it's never Personality first, a guy sees you before he hears you, he only cares to hear you after he's seen you. That, my love, is why you are incredibly naive" he chuckles.

Your head tilted to the side "Sir, did you spend the night staying up, thinking about how naive I am?" You question, small giggle falling from your lips. He shrugs, clearly not willing to answer that with words, fearful his tongue may betray him.

Finishing his toast and pushing the plate away from himself so he can lean on the island, he speaks, "It may seem ridiculous, but I care about you. That guy needs to treat you right, treat you like a real man, not some boy. I'd treat you like a real man." He chuckles after, almost playing his comment off as a joke to you, but you caught it. Soobin's words, Soobin's- offer.

He was kidding, right? No way he seriously meant it. Whatever was between you, it had only ever been fucking before.

You rise to your feet, taking the plate from in front of him and placing it in the sink, ready to clean later. You swiftly got him a glass of water and his vitamins. "Here Sir, make sure to take care of yourself. Thank you for looking out for me, I truly appreciate it. But you shouldn't waste your nights thinking about me" you suggest. He nods at you, soft smile pulling his lips up, and you knew that he'd heard you, he just had nothing else to say. You excused yourself, returning to the living room to clean.

About 10 minutes later he joined you, throwing himself lazily on the sofa. His laptop rested in his lap and glasses slid onto his face, ready to get to work. He sat, mostly, in silence, checking his emails and typing on his laptop every now and then. If he wasn't quiet, he was talking at you, not too you. He was saying nothing exactly noteworthy he was just enjoying your presence.

It was meant to be his day off from work, but yet he was sat there, working. "Sir, sorry for the intrusion. But are you working on your day off?" You asked, looking up at him as you spoke.

When Soobin looked at you, he couldn't help but notice your position, sat on the floor, legs bent on either side of you and arms resting in between your legs to hold you up, you looked so pathetic and begging like that. He really wanted to fuck you dumb... until all you could say is his name. He loved the way you called him sir even whilst he was drilling into you, but he longed to drive his name off your pretty lips.

"Unfortunately, yes. Without me, the company is a fool's market." He chuckles, quickly returning to his laptop, eyes not lingering on you like before.

It almost hurt your pride to have him look away so soon, he'd never done that before. So, to fix the problem a sudden idea came to mind, it was a horrible idea, one that could never happen again after this. But you'd let it happen one last time, for old times' sake, before you pursue that guy you liked.

"Would it help if you had something to take your mind off the company, Sir?" You questioned, quickly shuffling your dress further up your thighs before he looked over.

He discarded his laptop to the side of him, flicking his gaze to you, the change of your dress didn't go unnoticed. His eyes ran up the soft plush of your thighs, pushing against your hands so beautifully. He needed the be in between those sweet legs, he needed to kiss all of you, savour you… whilst he could.

The side of his lips quirk up at the sight of your appearance, "Pray tell Doll... what do you have in mind?" He spoke, in that usual deep gravely tone his voice rested at when he needed you.

You crawled along the floor to him, back arching perfectly with each movement. Low neckline allowing your tits to spill ever so slightly out the front. Dress resting above your ass, exposing it perfectly to the wall behind you. He wasn't sure which side of you he'd rather be on....

Stopping at his legs, you slowly wrapped your hands around his legs, gently grazing your fingers up to his thighs. The movement sent shivers up his spine, the feelings of you touching him was always so delightful.

His eyes darkened before you as you came up on your knees, lent a hand on either side of his hips, pushing the plush of your chest against his clothed dick. "Would I be enough of a distraction for you, Sir?" You offered, doll eyes looking up at him so innocently despite the words that fell from your mouth.

"More than enough Baby~" he whispered, hand wrapping into your hair as he gazed down at you, his eyes lingering on your chest a while longer. His hands ran to your chest, knowingly pinching your nipples through your dress, adoring the way you so easily response to him with moans. ''Such a pretty little slut'' he groaned, pulling your dress down so he could feel you. There isn't much Soobin loves more than the feel of your soft tits in his hands.

That was new, Soobin had never called you a slut before. He wasn’t stupid though, the light shake of your legs, told him all he needed to know. "D'ya like that baby? me calling you a slut" he teased, hands continuing to play with your chest, rolling your nipples till he got a response he craved. A pathetic moan came from your lips, and you nodded at him, cheeks flushing an embarrassing pink.

"good~ because that's what you are- a slut that shares what's mine. do you give your pretty fucking pussy out to everyone" he demands, gripping you harder to the point you desperately shake your head "You are the only one that's seen me like this", you whimper, tears brimming at the sides of your eyes from the mild pain Soobin was rushing through you.

The confession was clear to him, you'd been with nobody else, but him. "Aww my innocent little slut ~ promise me, baby, don't let anyone else see you like this."

You lowered back to the floor and played with the drawstring of his trousers "I promise Sir, I'm all yours" You whined pouting your lips at him. He ran a thumb over your bottom lip, responding "Do a good job and I'll forgive you for ditching me for that guy all week" he chuckled.

Quick nods come from you "I'll be a good girl. Please forgive me Sir" you muttered, hastily pulling at his trousers, desperate to serve him. He watches your shaking hands and takes them in his own, kissing each one and helping you "calm down baby, it's nothing different than your used to." He reminds and with that, you relax, hands carefully gripping the base of his dick and kissing the tip. You gently slide your tongue along his shaft, a low groan slipping from his mouth, eyes fluttering closed.

"Don't try and tease me, baby. You told me you'd be a good girl, or are you a liar now? Has that guy made you a bad little thing? Do I have to fuck you into behaving..." he tells you, sliding his fingers into your hair and gripping. He guides your mouth onto his cock, and you had no choice but to take it when he thrusts into your throat. If you were going to act like a bad girl, he'd fuck your throat so sore you can't even talk...

He dominates you so easily. Like a dumb little bunny, you follow his motions, sucking him off the way he wants you to. How Soobin wanted you he got you... only when you were fucking though, he could never truly be with you the way he wanted.

His face scrunched up as a pleasant groan slipped out. He began holding your head still and fucking into it, the tip hitting the back of your throat, leaving a burning sting behind. Your own face scrunching up and your pretty glossy eyes looking up at him was so delicious, so very perfect.

"Don't make a mess. Be a good little maid and swallow it, can you do that baby?" He asks you. You nod gently at him, his pace instantly growing faster and more desperate as he chases his release. He was loud, each thrust accompanied by a groan or a "good girl". His white cum painted your throat as you swallowed it.

The second he'd come down from his high he pulled out, slipping a thumb past your wet lips to open your mouth. The sight of his cum all swallowed made him smirk "Such a good maid, but a better cum dumpster, huh doll?". The words made you whimper, closing your lips around his thumb to suck on it. With a quick glare, he slides his thumb from your lips and pulls you into his lap. "Gonna fuck you like this, teach you a lesson on how a real man treats you, at least then you'll have something to compare him to~," he tells you, his cock still hard underneath you.

He pulls your panties to the side and teases your hole with his dick, the mere tip already stretching you out. You loved the way Soobin wrecked you, he was so terribly massive. But you were made to take him, your hole was so perfect for him. After endlessly fucking you, he'd managed to shape your body into behaving for him, like his own personal toy. That's exactly what you thought you were to him, a fuck doll, so why was he so caught up by this other guy...

You looked so delicious, tits in his face, legs straddling him, pretty wide eyes looking at him beggingly, lips wet with droll from sucking him off. "This dress is my favourite on you- Hugs you so perfectly, and makes you look so irresistible. Makes me hard whenever I think about it. Whenever I hear your heels in the halls, I always hope you're wearing it" Soobin groans into your ear, kissing sloppy marks to your neck. Pathetic whimpers fly out of your mouth, no response given to him. He knows you go dumb for him just by a little stimulation, the tip of his cock is probably too much for your pretty little cunt.

"You're perfect (Y/N)" he whispers, pushing you down onto his cock, hungry walls welcoming him with wet noises. A filthy groan slipping from your mouth. "Fuck" you mutter, head coming down to rest on Soobin's shoulder. The way your cunt clenched around him from being stretched both stung and twisted your gut with pleasure.

His hands grip your hips and holds them in place as he fucks up into you, little crescent moon marks promising to show up on your skin. Moans slip from your lips into his ear and the sound only pushes him further. Each tight grip of your gummy walls around him ripped a groan from him; he'd never met someone more perfect than you in his life.

"He could never fuck you like this. No matter what you do, you'll always miss my dick" he groans, the breaths fanning against his neck growing heavier as he thrusts. He'll ruin you today, make sure no man could ever suffice again, you'll be his even if you stray far away. Your body will remember his dick, and always crave it.

You had no words, nothing to say to your boss. All you could think about was the way he was fucking you "s' good" you moaned, music to Soobin's ears.

Your lips attached to Soobin's neck, kissing and sucking wet hickeys onto it, but Soobin didn't even seem to mind. "You want me to be yours doll? Tryna claim me? Tryna let my wife know" he smirks, slamming you down onto his cock and then stilling.

You raised your head to catch his gaze " Tryna make Sir feel good" you mewled, swollen lips catching his attention. "I'm all yours baby" he told you, the distance between your lips diminishing, his thrusts starting back up once again. Each slam of his hips up into yours had you falling against him, the pleasure taking complete control of your body, it was too much to hold yourself up. You were a slave to Soobin and everything he did to you.

It didn't take long before you were a panting, desperate mess on top of him, begging for your release. "Please sir- s' good. I'm a good girl, please S-Soobin" you mumbled incoherently into his ear. It was adorable how franticly you begged; how absolutely pathetic you turned by the feeling of his cock stretching you out. But that's not what had his hips stuttering towards yours, it was the fact his name had finally fallen from your lips. A burning fire lit in his heart in that moment, and he knew he had to make you feel the way he felt.

His forehead was pressed against yours as he whispered to you "My pretty little maid". The words felt sinful, so terribly wrong but so deliciously right

[drakaripykiros130ac]

��Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness? But now they see you as you are.”

Alicent has spent many years putting on a gentle face before Viserys and the entire Court, managing to fool a lot of people…but of course, never Rhaenyra. And in this moment, she finally showed her true colors, for which I am glad.

Seeing green stans justifying her direct attack of the Crown Princess and the Heir to the Iron Throne is just… *sigh*

She was angry that her son had been “maimed” by a small child acting in self-defense and no consequences followed. And yet she, a grown woman, expected to intentionally harm the Heir to the Iron Throne and be allowed to get away with it. And she did get away with permanently scarring Rhaenyra (not at all surprising that TG stans forget that little detail). ‘Hypocrite’ should be Alicent’s middle name.

As much as she may have been upset at what happened to Aemond, Alicent didn’t waste the opportunity to further her own agenda in this moment. Aemond was not the only one hurt in this fight. Lucerys’ nose was broken, Baela and Rhaena were bleeding, Jacaerys was close to having his head bashed with a rock (Aemond could have killed him, had Lucerys not intervened). But of course, Alicent blew a kid fight out of proportion and used her son’s injury as an excuse to continue her vendetta against Rhaenyra and her children, a vendetta she had nourished for many years. Proof enough is how she directly accused Rhaenyra of taking her son’s eye, as if Rhaenyra had anything to do with it.

Duty? Sacrifice? Rhaenyra knows those too well. She suffered in the name of duty and sacrifice for years, but Alicent refuses to believe that other people can have the same amount of problems or even worse problems than her. She thinks that just because Rhaenyra had been defended by her own father for all these years (because of course, how dare he do that! And yet Alicent wouldn’t have minded having Otto back at Court so he could do the exact same thing for her), that means that she hasn’t sacrificed anything or hasn’t endured any hardships, when clearly she has.

Alicent wants justice, does she? I wonder…what would have happened if the roles had been reversed? If Aemond had been the one to take out Lucerys’ eye? Would she have gladly handed Aemond over so his eye could be removed as payment? I don’t think so. She would have gone with the same line: “He is your son, Viserys. Your blood.”

Lucerys is Viserys’ grandson. His blood, as well. And a child much younger than Aemond.

What would have happened if Aemond had bashed Jacaerys’ head with that rock and killed him? Would Alicent have preached justice for Rhaenyra’s son?

As proven many times, Alicent preaches honor, decency, duty, justice only when it suits her political agenda. When she is the one who finds herself in a terrible situation because of her own actions, those things don’t mean anything to her anymore. When the Faith’s ideologies make her look bad, she pretends like they don’t exist.

She is nothing but an insufferable, hypocritical, jealous and deceitful woman. The moment after that treasonous attack, Viserys should have sought to dissolve his marriage and permanently remove the Hightowers from Court. It would have done everyone a lot of good.

[lixiesfreckless]

Forgive Me | k. sm.

➸ synopsis: the truth was that you cared about each other in all the ways you really weren’t allowed to.

➸ starring: kim seungmin x female reader

➸ word count: 1.2k

➸ general content: butler!seungmin, duchess!reader, forbidden love, I guess this is a royal au lmao

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: another old fic but MAN as much as I claim to scream and cry for royal aus, I hardly ever write them smh

♫ perilous path- yu-peng chen, hoyo-mix(basically from the genshin impact soundtrack)

“Must you follow me into restricted areas as well?”

You folded your arms and rested your weight against the bookshelves, scowling at Mister Seungmin, who appeared to be looking for you at the end of the book-lined aisle. He tilted his head, assuming an amused expression as he took in your appearance.

“Pardon?”

“If there is one place a butler is not supposed to be, it is the library.”

“With all due respect your grace, I know you can come up with a better excuse than that to not want to see me.”

“Well-” you suddenly ran out of words, caught off guard by the slight curl of his rose tinted lips. There it was again, that despicable feeling bubbling up in your torso as you looked at his handsome face under the candlelit corner. “What is it that you want then?”

There was a flicker of something strange in his eyes for a moment, then he blinked and it was gone, taking out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and removing his glasses.

“The queen is requesting your presence in the ladies’ lounge,” he said, watching you empty your armload of books back onto the shelf. “I presume it is concerning the Suitor’s dinner happening this evening.”

A flash of anger shot through you, jealous of the one in front of you that doesn’t have a name to uphold as he put his round frames back on his nose bridge. His face took on a worried expression once he saw the distressed look in your eyes, so he took a hesitant step closer, treading on paper-thin ice.

“Your grace…are you alright?”

“Of course I’m alright,” you snapped back at him, and although a pang of guilt rocked your head from being so harsh towards who may be the only person you care about, you let your emotions get the best of you. “Why do you care anyways?”

“Why do I care?” He stepped closer, an emotion you knew well as hurt flooding his irises as he scanned your face.

It was a silly question from both of you, considering how painfully obvious the answer was.

The stares that lingered longer than they were allowed to, the peculiar circumstances you accidentally found yourselves in, the fact that you were both in the most silent corner of the library, aware that there would be no one around for hours if you did happen to run into each other…

The truth was that you cared about each other in all the ways you really weren’t allowed to.

“Your grace…” he closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts, and maybe his sanity as well, “...as a butler you know it is my job to-”

“Very well,” you sighed, moving past the taller man and ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. “I will be off to the-”

You didn’t see the way he silently regretted his words, or how he internally hoped you would forgive him for his next action. All you registered was the feeling of his trembling fingers circling your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

The sheer insanity of the gesture seemed to still the air in the library, keeping both you and Seungmin frozen in place as the near-silent sound of a grandfather clock ticking was heard in the distance. Your skin could have burst into flames at that very moment; you couldn’t bear to look anywhere but the forest green carpet as Seungmin stared at where you were connected to him, as if that would make him pull you closer.

But he knows better than to put you both at risk.

The moment you feel him loosen his grip on your wrist, your last drop of restraint evaporates from your skin and you turn back to face him, locking your gaze on his. Which ironically, lets the leash snap on his end as well.

“Forgive me,” was the last thing you heard him say before pulling your wrist towards him, causing you to stumble right into him, but not before he caught you with his lips.

Only a brief moment was spared for a sharp intake of air before he crashed his lips onto yours, the gasp being silenced quickly in his desires as you reached to grip his shoulder. His hand found your waist to keep you steady, but only until you regained your balance; he pulled away far too quickly for you to say that the encounter ever happened, and you finally caught your breath again.

With wide eyes you both stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do as your labored breathing filled the aisle, much like the sound of your heart rattling your rib cage filled your eardrums.

So many emotions swam in his brown irises. Not that you could identify any of them, for there were millions more drowning in your own, you were sure.

“Your…your grace,” Seungmin’s voice quivered, just above a whisper. “My deepest apo-”

“Do you regret it?”

“I- I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly as you pulled away from his embrace, silken hands trembling as you tried to regain your composure.

“Do you regret stealing my heart…despite knowing that you cannot have it,” you whispered, clutching the jewels at your neckline. 

“Your gr-”

“Drop…drop the formalities,” you pleaded, voice shaking now too, “you know it has never been that way between us.”

Seeing the forbidden truth in your eyes made him retract whatever he was about to say with a labored sigh.

“Y/n.” The shivers up your spine return. “As much as it should not happen, I could never regret loving you.”

“Seungmin don’t say that,” you cried out, tears spilling out from the corners of your eyes, “if you truly loved me you would have never returned my affections from the start.”

Seungmin watched in agony as you quickly swiped the tears away, only to have more fall out from under your eyelashes.

“Do you know what it is like to wake up every day, knowing that you cannot be with the one person you wish to-”

“Yes I know exactly,” he breathed, quickly closing the distance and holding you against the bookshelf so he could catch your lips in his again. This time you fell apart, melting in his grasp as his lips glided against yours, and your cares seemed to fade like the smoke leaving the candles lining the corridor.

“I am sorry,” he whispered as he moved to kiss away your tears, holding you so close to him as you gasped from the feather light touches on your cheeks. Hearing him say that only made you pull him in for another kiss, for Seungmin could have given you a thousand apologies, but not one would pull you out from how deeply you had fallen for him.

You knew he was trained to be especially careful with you, but the gentleness that he kissed you with…it was something you had only read of in books in your teen years, something you knew came about as rarely as diamonds did. To you, he was more rare and desirable than any gemstone on the market, and yet…

Your family could not pay the price for him, to lose their eldest daughter to a lower rank for something as useless as love, in their eyes.

“Seungmin,” you choked, biting back tears. “I…” 

“I know,” he whispered, kissing your trembling lips once more before letting go of you. “I know.”

And with that, you tore yourself away, away from the library, away from what you wanted most, and saddest of all, away from the man you loved.

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[mikalame]

hi, I was wondering if you could write some Bill x reader angst please, where Bill gets jealous bc of the reader's "fan service" towards fanboys ( for example she flirts with them (as a joke ofc), winks at them on stage...) and one day they just have a big fight bc of that, also the reader is a girl and a member of the band. Bye ;)

This is My first angst, i dont think ill make a Pt2 to this as i kinda like were i finished it tell me what you think about it mabey ill do more angst who knows 🤫

Bills a little toxic in this, but they arent really good for eachother, just pretend the band wont break up or anything ahaha.

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"Did you really have to wink at them again" Bill scoffs as he chucks his bag down on the floor walking into the hotel room.

You guys were bombarded when you got off the plane, which is to be expected as a rock star with a world wide fan base, having fans in every country in itself is good but not when your fans are a bit touchy and you have a bit of a playful personality.....expectantly when your boyfriend is a tad bit of a jealous person.

"Really Bill we just got here and you're already picking a fight, can't we just relax after a 13 hour flight, huh?" you question, getting sick of bills arguments you try and assure him that hes all you need but he cant seem to get it in his head, making you feel like your practically cheating on him when you arent your just being friendly, at least in your mind you are.

"Well you seem pretty energetic when that guy came up and hugged you, real tight" Bill looked away, his eyebrows pinched thinking over the airport insident.

"Bill really, i was JUST hugging him like i dont everybody, he wasnt special hes just a fan, a NICE fan who asked for a hug" You retort rolling your eyes, shoving your suit case under the bed not bothering to pack it away yet.

"Whats wrong Bill, huh, you seem so uptight about this whole thing, do you still think im gonna leave you, Bill, im YOUR girlfriend not anybody else and you may think that i would but i wont and i never will" You argue, completely over Bill and his jealousy.

"No because i know you would all the flirting you do when fans come up to you in party's you grab their arms and laugh at all their jokes, their not even funny half the time but you still laugh like its the funniest thing in the world, you BARELY EVER laugh at my jokes huh, am i not funny or something"

Bill continues to rant letting all of it off his chest, you felt your anger rise getting annoyed that bills painting you as some sort of villain that would cheat on him any chance she got.

"Yeah Bill i laught at their jokes because its NICE-"

"So is it a chore or something to laugh at my jokes" He cuts you off rolling his eyes walking over to the couch sitting down with a huff.

"No Bill and you know thats not true, its different, we're their IDOLS they look up to us, we're CELERITYS, im gonna laugh at whatever stupid joke they make to make THEM happy, to make THEM feel great that they made THEIR IDOL smile and laugh, its not that i dont find you funny bill because u dont your a funny person its just i dont see you or anyone in the band as a celebrity i just see you guys as normal people-".

"Oh so im not even named your boyfriend anymore im just a 'normal person' that babe feel REAL nice right now" He scoffs again flicking through the channels on the t.v.

"OMG BILL YOUR BEING SO DIFFICULT RIGHT NOW" you yell, frustrated about how hes acting right now, he does this all the time bringing this argument up again then leaving the argument when you starts to become frustrated.

"I cant do this bill" You sigh slumping down onto the hotel bed, Bill looks over raising his eyebrow he had never heard you give up in an argument your always fighting to prove that your right.

but as both of your emotions are high right now one of you are bound to say something your gonna regret, just like bill did.

"Oh yeah what to much for you?, you just gonna give up on this realtionship, not even gonna try and fix it, just gonna up and leave" he scoffs standing up, looking at you down his nose not thinking your actully going to do what he thought you would.....

but you did

"Bill were not good for each other, your to jealous and cant handle that im maybe am a bit to sweet to our fans but i cant help it a-and i know you cant handle it either, s-so i think this is where this relationship should end- this is for the best for both of us i think... and for the band you know" you say shakily standing up walking slowly to your bed that has the suitcase under it.

"W-wait baby y-your joking right, i didn't mean it, i'll get over it I SWEAR" he begs tears flowing down his cheeks his eyeliner and mascara running with the tears.

"No Bill you wont, this relationship wont work, it's toxic for me and you, this- this is for the best i think" You say sighing as you pull your bag up opening the handle up and holding onto it.

You listen to bill sobs as he tries to bargen with you, to make you stay, his promises of how he wont be jealous and he'll do better, words that fell on deaf ears as you have already made up your mind, knowing even in your mind blurry with emotions that this would be the best for both Bill and You.

[stvrlight-nyx]

My interpretation of Murder Drones episode 7(a lot about N and Uzi) EPISODE 7 SPOILERS‼️‼️

N is the most caring drone ever, he cares so much about V (friendship) that first thing he can think about is trying to move the rocks to get back to her. After all the shit she put him through, he still thinks of her as one of his closest friends besides his old crush on her. HES JUST SUCH AN ANGEL OMG.

N’s direct-ness towards Tessa is very interesting, because you can see his character wants to really help “Tessa” (who we now know was never actually Tessa), but obviously cares and loves Uzi a lot whether that be platonic or romantic. He clearly emphasises his point by putting a full stop at the end, making it clear to Tessa that he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to Uzi. Taking it back to my point about N having to choose between Tessa and his family from back in Manor House, or Uzi this “little bot” that in my opinion he’s poured his heart out to (coming from a Nuzi shipper and no it’s not pro ship). Well we now know that after the whole absolute solver using Cyn as a host and Tessa as a skin suit that he is 100% on Uzi’s side.

YOU ARE TELLING ME THIS MAN DIDN’T KNOW IF HE WAS GONNA LIVE OR NOT AND THE FIRST PERSON HE CALLED OUT TO WAS UZI LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Anyway yea so uh, you can see here that N’s first thought and in past episodes too, his first thought is Uzi. Clearly showing he cares for her and loves her a lot. Usually you brain or in their case their programming should probably make you think about yourself but, he often thinks about Uzi first and then himself like N just confess istg.

I don’t really wanna go through it now maybe in another post but it has to be here so…

J oh deary me J. J is the kinda of character who clearly has always been jealous of N, and how fond Tessa was of him compared to her. Obviously, because you can clearly even as the audience see that Tessa doesn’t really care too much about J, she clearly has to receive the approval from someone else. And that’s where the company comes in, in my opinion I think the company is just feeding her ego so she begins to do more for them. The company had control over V and N previously but because of their exploration and independence they now know the truth but, because of J’s hunger for approval she is turning a blind eye towards her curiosity.

The idea that this isn’t even “The real Tessa” is wild to me, you’re telling me the solver literally an eldritch entity can adapt to humane environments, features, and characteristics that easily. If I were Uzi I’d be wetting myself right now. For me what I would really like to see is the solver disinfecting everyone(or like collecting itself) and somehow disconnecting itself from Cyn and Tessa cus I don’t think it will be able to operate without a host and skinsuit.

DOLL A LITRAL ICON AND GIRLBOSS. Her ideas of the absolute solver while also trying to use it to her advantage is really interesting, it’s crazy that she knew everything but didn’t tell Uzi. Some may argue with me and say ‘oh but doll did it to avoid Uzi ratting her out’ which is correct but, do you think it would alter the storyline if she did? I think it would. Some more question I would’ve asked doll are things like

Do you expect to defeat the solver alone? After defeating the solver what are your theories for a cure? And why do you look good doing everything?(shes so cool)

I am not really talking heavily about Nori right now cuz she deserves her own post but, the notes behind her are really cool to me. Like did she know about the absolute solver and the involvement with the disassembly drones and JcJ? But that’s kinda it

AGAIN N THINKING ABOUT UZI BEFORE HIMSELF AND OTHERS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Apparently can only add ten images so I’ll do a part 2

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[slafkovskys]

Teasing arber xhekaj?

um this went a little further then it was supposed to… oops also hi to my first attempt something not sfw in a whole year don’t come for me

warnings: nsfw (18+ content), language, public fingering, mentions of sharing

“what in the hell,” chelsea grumbles as she wraps a hand around your elbow, pulling you back from the rest of your group, “did you send your husband and why is he asking me about it?”

“he’s asking you about it?” you raise an eyebrow, turning your head away from where your friends were piling into the car to stare at the blonde, “what did he say?”

“answer my question and i’ll answer yours.”

you shrug your shoulders as you tug her along through the lobby of your building, “i may have sent him a picture after i was done getting ready and then ignored him when he started blowing my phone up, the usual. now, what did he say to you?”

“‘please tell me she didn’t wear that to the game,’” you snort as you slide into the suv beside nissa who throws her arm over your shoulders, already tipsy from the pregame. “i didn't respond.”

“please do and please say yes,” you smile, leaning into chelsea when nissa holds up her phone for a selfie. you turn to look at your friend, “let me have a little fun tonight.”

she stares at you for a second before nodding, pulling her phone out of her bag as she clicks her tongue, “i am so jealous of you.”

“they’re already there!” avery whines from the third row. “how did they get there so quick?”

“juraj has been talking about this all week. he was probably the first one out of the locker room,” you say, pulling out your phone to stare at all of the notifications from arber. with a smirk on your lips, you shut your phone off and twist your wedding band around your finger, “you haven’t met juraj yet, have you ave?”

“nope!”

“remind me to introduce you,” you mumble as the car pulls up outside of the club. one surprise is the line that was outside and another was your husband, dressed in half of his game day suit and practically staring you down through the tinted windows. chelsea pushes open the door before the driver could even get out and you send him a smile, “thanks toby!”

you all stumble out in a fit of giggles, avery needing some help to get out from the last row, but when you finally get settled, you turn to face arber. you send him a smile as you throw your arms over his shoulders, pressing your lips to his, “good game baby.”

“thanks,” his voice is gruff as he speaks and his hand slides down your back to cop a feel of your ass, causing your cheeks to burn as your friends let out various noises of encouragement. arber doesn’t seem to care as his lips graze against your ear, “you didn’t really wear that to the game, did you honey?”

“‘course i did, just had my coat over it. the arena’s not that cold,” you send him a smug grin as you press your lips to his cheek, “it’s what i’m not wearing that you should be concerned about.”

the dress in question, well, it wasn’t something that anyone should really wear to a hockey game especially one at the tail end of march in montreal. it was short, barely hitting the middle of your thigh and even with the long sleeves, your exposed shoulders paired with the way it dipped in the back would do you no good in a hockey arena, so of course you hadn’t worn it. you just liked the way his face fell at the assumption you had.

your hand slides down his arm and you intertwine your fingers, tugging him towards the door. as you walk through, security gives arber a nod as though they were old friends or something, arber puts his hands on your hips as he guides you towards your section for the night, “you’re playing a dangerous game, y/n.”

“what are you gonna do about it?” a big smile takes over your face as you see juraj, “there’s the birthday boy!”

“y/n!” he cheers, stepping away from cole to throw his arms around you. you let him rock you from side to side, “is amazing. so good. thank you!”

“you thought i wouldn’t go all out for your birthday?” you raise an eyebrow, watching as his cheeks flush. you shove at his chest, “none of that. wait until you see your cake, it’s even better.”

“don’t know how it could be. best party ever!”

you laugh as he slips away from you, letting avery grab your arm and pull you away from the boys and towards one of the booth seats in the section. she leans towards you, “drinks are covered, right?”

“yeah, they covered it,” you wave your hand around, not really knowing who ‘they’ was yourself. you were just mostly in charge of planning the party, everything else had fallen on the boys including getting juraj here after the game against the panthers. “get whatever. just be realistic about it.”

“i’m not going to- holy shit. there’s a two thousand dollar bottle of alcohol in here,” she flips through the menu and you sigh, knowing someone would probably order it before the night was over. the second that avery gets her drink in her hand, she’s practically climbing over you to get out of the booth and join your friends, but you’re not alone for long.

arber slides in beside you and you move to accommodate him. he grabs your hand, pushing up your ring to run his thumb over the black ink that was underneath, ax, an ode to your elementary school boyfriend turned lifelong partner. through the neon lights that flashed above your head, you catch sight of the matching one he had on his own ring finger of your initials since he wasn’t able to wear his ring all of the time because of hockey.

just two kids in love, one of his teammates had cooed when they had found out what you had done and neither of you corrected them.

chills erupt over your body as his fingers tap against your thigh, “you weren’t being serious earlier, were you?”

“you should know better than to call my bluff, xhekaj,” you do a sweep of the crowd to make sure that no one was paying attention to you before you nudge his hand up your dress. “see for yourself.”

and, boy, does he.

with nothing to stop him, he is met with the wetness that has already started to pool between your legs ever since you had first seen him outside of the club with his black shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up. he takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes on you as he rubs his thumb over your clit causing you to close your legs around his wrist. he chuckles, “baby, you put yourself in this situation. now open your fucking legs.”

“fucking asshole,” you mumble but comply.

“i’m the asshole? you’re the one who shows up to a club without any panties on. you did do that for me or someone else? maybe i should give you to juraj, let him have you as his birthday present, hm?” you gasp as he runs his finger down your slit, collecting some of your arousal before pushing it in. the intrusion wasn’t a surprise, but his words were, “would you like that, honey?”

“i-” you clench around his finger, shooting your hand over to grab at his wrist, “arber-”

“i’ve seen the way that he looks at you. kid’s got a crush and i don’t blame him. my wife’s hot,” you feel him smirk against your neck as he adds another finger, “too bad i don’t share you.”

“i knew you wouldn’t,” you let out quietly and he chuckles, “possessive motherfucker.”

“yeah, still didn’t answer my question.”

“because i was hoping when you found out you’d take me to the bathroom, fuck me, and make me come back out here with you dripping out of me and act like nothing ever happened,” his fingers still and so does his breathing. you let out a breathy chuckle as you nudge his wrist to get him to start back up, but he doesn’t, “what? cat got your tongue?”

“bathroom. ten minutes.”

is all he says, pulling his fingers out of you. he slides out of the booth and shoves them into his mouth, sending you a smirk before turning to conversate with his teammates while you hustle to grab your bag and slide out of the booth on shaky legs. nissa and chelsea send you a confused glance as you pass by and you just mouth the word ‘bathroom’ to which they give a thumbs up, slipping back into their conversation with your husband’s teammates.

once you find it, you slip inside and quickly close the door behind you and twist the lock. you lean your back against the door and try to catch your breath waiting for your husband to show up. ten minutes comes and goes and of course he would leave you teetering on the brink. when almost twenty minutes passes, you’re ready to give up when a familiar, coded knock sounds on the other side.

you twist the lock.

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[natasha-in-space]

Would suit still be jealous over me if I had a smaller chest though? :/ I loved your writing! But I felt a little like I didn't belong as the reader in regards to what he was jealous over

Oh it might just be me not being a native English speaker taking place there!! Or just my inability to relay what I wanted, that's a very real possibility, too. (I don't wanna be THAT person who excuses everything with not having English as their native tongue 💀) I did struggle a bit with phrasing what I wanted to portray exactly, so it would be very neat to get some feedback on how to do that better. What I had in mind was him being enamored by your figure and skin as a whole, since the outfit he gave you was of a more revealing variety. Doesn't mean he was staring at your chest, as in, your bust, specifically. Which is... rather vague, yeah, but that's kind of how I try to write for x reader fics, so that it's inclusive. Not everyone has a visible bust to look at, after all, whatever gender they may be. So he was moreso staring at your chest area??? As a whole??? See, I have no idea how else to phrase that! For me, 'chest' and 'bust' are two separate things, and when I'm writing with a word 'chest' in mind, it's more vague and open to interpretation. When I think of someone's chest in an outfit with a plunging neckline, I think of their collarbones and the skin visible in the dip of the outfit. But that's mostly from my personal experience on some of the fancier events I attended with women and men in more revealing outfits. That's where my eyes go to, and I do admit that it's a very subjective thing that varies from person to person. So, would be nice to get some advice on how to better articulate what I had in mind!

Getting back on the topic, some folks would feel amazing rocking a very revealing outfit, while some would prefer something a bit more covering. I'm rambling here, but!!! I actually have a very small chest size, too. I'm somewhere stuck between an A cup and B cup, so I understand where you're coming from, anon.

On the topic of outfits though, plunging necklines look amazing on smaller chest sizes as well! Low v-necks are my personal favorite that I love to indulge in when I feel comfortable, or I'm going out on a fancy event.

Lupita Nyong'o, for example, loves to rock plunging necklines that show off her chest and looks absolutely gorgeous in them. She's actually a huge source of inspiration for me to accept and love my own smaller size as well!

Speaking from personal experience (and one I'm writing with Saeran in mind), it's not about 'size' or what looks 'good' traditionally. When you are infatuated with someone, it will always take your breath away when you see them in a pretty outfit that shows off their figure. If you have a smaller chest, it will still have the same effect on him. You're beautiful to him, and he doesn't know what to do with that. It's your skin, your figure, the way your outfit hugs you so perfectly. He'll have the same reaction if you're a guy in a suit that shows off your chest and collarbones. Heck, anyone can imagine themselves wearing a suit, or a pantsuit! Clothing is gender neutral, you can picture whatever you like. My own favorite outfit that shows off my chest is a pantsuit, so that's what I would be picturing for myself.

All that to say, all bodies are beautiful, and having a smaller chest doesn't make you any less attractive.

[fogwatcher]

Headcannon

.. that Swiftpaw, influenced by Longtail’s previous open disgust for kittypets, bullied Cloudtail. It was only fueled after Cloudtail’s seemingly favoritism and being made a warrior before Swift, despite Swift being older. Even after Longtail began to openly respect Fireheart, Swift couldn’t let go of his distaste for kittypets (Cloud in specific).

He was also jealous.

Cloud was so laid back, he didn’t let anyone tell him what to do if he didn’t respect their request. He was brave, refused to be ignored, and fought for his clan despite his lack of faith. He was a warrior by choice, not because he felt the looming threat of Starclan over his head. And- to add to his burning envy- Brightpaw liked him.

Bright was friendly to everyone, but everyone saw how Cloudtail saw her. Ever since a patrol where Cloud got to share prey with her, Cloud had fallen in love. Swift saw it, he was sure Bright did too, but she didn’t reject his advances. Not like the did Swift’s.

She was the only one who followed him to discover the horror at snake rocks, though. She may not love him, but she was a loyal friend. Once the dogs had torn her face off her skull, Swift knew he’d die. He just hoped he could save her with his life. She didn’t deserve to die for him. She wasn’t mean, or spiteful, or jealous. She was a more worthy warrior than he was. In that moment, he realized Cloudtail was too.

When Cloud saw the damage done to Bright, and saw Swift mangled body, his hatred for the black patched apprentice grew. This was his fault.

He didn’t sit vigil for his tormentor. Why would he sit next to the cold body of the cat who’d put thorns in his nest and mock his attempts to blend in he undergrowth. Cloud’s ears had been fueled with anything but his name from Swift. Kittypet, collar tom, and fat cat. Anything to take a dig at his heritage or weight.

He laid near Brightpaw instead. He listened to her weak breaths that had a small wheeze to them. His mind filled with images of large animals tearing her apart. Why did she go? Cloud knew she was a good friend to everyone, but she must’ve known it was dangerous. He mostly blamed himself, though. He was the one sitting vigil. How did he miss them? He must’ve drifted off. He failed his clan, but mostly he failed her.

When she was named Lostface, Cloud wanted to tear into Bluestar’s pelt. He wouldn’t call her that. That was no name for a warrior like Brightpaw.

People were never too surprised by Cloud’s rebellious behavior, but they were unsettled by his refusal to even give his leader a speck of respect. He hissed under his breath whenever Lostface was said. He wouldn’t call her anything but Brightpaw. He didn’t see her as an apprentice, though. He insisted she was a warrior, despite the name he called her. Bright seemed sad that he was so adamant about it. She appreciated him defending her, but it just reminded her of the cruel treatment from Bluestar.

Every night, though, she’d have nightmares. And every time, Cloud was there. She didn’t know how he knew, but she was glad he did. She’d curl against his soft fur and try to remember his scent rather that Swift’s. She’s try to see his face rather than the ghost of her friend.

Swiftpaw sat alone in Starclan, knowing who’s paws she was in. He felt some jealousy, but it was mainly just self-disappointment. He respected Cloud now, even with his lack of warrior blood. Honestly, what did that even mean now? His blood was now in the mouth of dogs, they took his warrior blood. He wasn’t a warrior. Now, he’d never be.

Cloud went on to help Bright relearn to love the world, including herself. She was strong, beautiful, and kind. Her new name suited her so well. He loved the way it felt on his tongue. Even when she snapped at him for stepping out of line against his leader (his uncle who wouldn’t have the heart to punish him anyway, he though), she was his light.

Cloud still held resentment, though. Every time Bright a relapse- growing less often though- his heart burned his hatred for Swiftpaw. This was his fault that Bright was suffering like this. It was his fault she had grown used to newcomers looking at her face with fear. It was his fault that she closed her eye before lapping at a stream just so she didn’t see herself.

That resentment didn’t fade as they grew older. It didn’t fade until the Great Battle. All was forgotten the moment he spotted Swiftpaw’s spirit, snarling and slashing towards a Dark Forest cat who tried to pick off Amberkit while Brightheart was busy fighting off another. In that moment, Cloud felt all his grudges disappear and he lept to the starry warrior’s side. The two met eyes, both understanding that this wasn’t about them. It hadn’t been for a long time. It was about her. Brightheart was their fuel now.

Swiftpaw felt like a warrior that day, for the first time he felt like he earned it.

[ivanzplaid]

because im obsessed and sad that the silly movie star has nothing about him on here ( and also blame gold because theyre making the obsession worse )

what a guy am i right, i cannot believe theres such a minuscule amount kf people who know about this mf 😭😭💔

requests are open, masterlist is up !!

Dating George Díaz Hc's + Fluff | Gender Neutral |

Warnings: none💯

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Dating Headcanons:

first of all he wants you to know he values you, but its a hollywood life and hes living in it, so dont be too alarmed if hes caught up in work or with his agents, youre just dating a very loved celebrity

butttt he does like to have you around him. alot. please go places with him, he loves quality time and trying new things, especially hobbies you may share!!!

he'll take you out on cute dates, to a nice restaurant, anywhere he thinks you'd like

he cares a lot about how you feel, hes in touch with his emotions so he wants to know genuinely how youre feeling

he loves to talk, talk to him and he wont shut up, is more than happy to tell you about this funny coworker or how he tripped getting out of his car today, he thinks you deserve to hear everything

is a casual shopper, does not mind taking you out and asking you if this would suit an event hes going to, or if you think he looks good in it, he trusts your opinion the MOST

sleeps like a rock, when youre in bed with him he will have his arms around you & will take up a decent portion of the bed, he says hes sorry but thats him trying to suck up to you

not really the jealous type, but will get on edge from certain things, and may pull you in to his hip or have an arm around you, a quick kiss to satisfy himself

likes to text his age. meaning his texts come out like "Hey Babe😊 Had a great morning 💐 , went out early for some coffee! I Love You❤️" he means well i swear

likes when you ruffle his hair, or if youre laying with him and you gently play with his hair, ALSO loves to have his hand on yours, whether it be caressing it, playing with it, or just holding your head

can slightly cook, slightly as in barely, please dont trust him with dinner, hes rich, he has his own personal chefs, but if you insist on making him a meal he would be forever generous

OR if you wanna cook with him hed have the best time, he would most likely be messing around & not the most serious, but whatever the outcome is he is so proud of himself

a gift giver, not frequent, but still loves to give you them to see your reaction, mostly will be little items that hold some type of meaning to him that he wanted to pass onto you because he knows youd treasure it like he does

give him flowers. just do it

i can see him as someone who reads alot, especially older books, so he likes to quote them to you to show you how he feels

a LOUD laugher, its actually insane, if he thinks somethins funny it will be hilarious.

if you sit down together he loves to hold & rub your hand, little romantic man

he doesnt like to argue, he wants to communicate with you and see what the problem is but also completely respects if you need space

a little clingy, he prefers to be around you due to his busy nature and loves when you two can settle down

he wants to settle down after a few years of dating/getting to know and love you, he likes being able to call you his husband/spouse/wife, he loves the official title

knows little movie trivia facts and will talk to you like a nerd about them, please be interested

he would love to chauffeur you if he could drive you, but after his dui he has someone drive you both around ( he respects the law most of the time )

he tries to rationalize what his critics say, but sometimes may over compensate & needs you to take his mind off it for a bit

[historyhermann]

Things Get Better?: LGBTQ Representation in Animation in 2022 [Part 1]

Komichi Akebi of Akebi's Sailor Uniform happily welcomes all the LGBTQ animated shows in this article. Logos of my favorite anime with LGBTQ themes which aired throughout 2022 are shown in this graphic which I created

In January 2022, I wrote that there was a possibility that in 2022 things would "get better" in terms of LGBTQ representation, with new fandoms developing from shows which take risks by telling diverse stories. Although 2022, in some regards, more than lived up to this possibility and went beyond, there were challenges.

Reprinted from Pop Culture Maniacs and Wayback Machine. This was the nineteenth article I wrote for Pop Culture Maniacs. This post was originally published on January 16, 2023.

In the world of anime, some series with implied, or directly represented, LGBTQ characters, came to an end. [1] Often times these series had yuri themes. For instance, there were somewhat strong undertones between the protagonist, Komichi Akebi, and her friend, Erika Kizaki, in Akebi's Sailor Uniform, and the protagonists of The Demon Girl Next Door, Yuko Yoshida and Momo Chiyoda, and those of the short-lived, but intriguing, yuri isekai, The Executioner and Her Way of Life. In the latter series, one of the protagonists, Akari Tokitō, has a crush on Menou, a female assassin with a duty to kill her. At the same time, Menou's aide, Momo, has a crush on her and is jealous of how close she is getting to Akari.

One series, Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story, blew representation out of the water, with strong romantic themes between Eve and a Japanese girl she plays golf against, Aoi Amawashi. Eve is often unaware of how romantic she is toward Aoi, who has a clear crush on her. Erica Friedman of Okazu, a well-known reviewer who focuses on lesbian themes in anime, even wrote that she may "start measuring other anime based on how amazing this one was". Other series ranged from having implied to more direct themes, including Vampire in the Garden, Do it Yourself!!, Bocchi the Rock!, Healer Girl, Lycoris Recoil, and Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury.

There were additional anime with LGBTQ themes or characters. For instance, Life with an Ordinary Guy who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout, which had a three month run from January to March 2022, featured a reincarnated protagonist, Hinata Tachibana, who is heavily implied to be a bisexual trans woman. The spinoff from the popular Rooster Teeth series, RWBY, named RWBY: Ice Queendom, featured a non-binary nightmare hunter, Shion Zaiden. Christine Brent, Senior Brand Director for Rooster Teeth, confirmed this and said she would like to have similar characters in future productions.

Apart from these series, there were implied yuri themes in the ongoing idol series Love Live! Superstar!! and second season of Love Live! Nijigasaki High School Idol Club. Such themes were also present in Management of Novice Alchemist, Encouragement of Climb: Next Summit, KanColle: Itsuka Ano Umi de, My Master Has No Tail, Prima Doll, Smile of the Arsnotoria the Animation, Shine Post, and many others, [2] all of which began, and ended, in 2022.

Many of these series are on Crunchyroll, one of the biggest anime streaming services. With its recent merger with Funimation, Crunchyroll now dominates the anime streaming market, and will likely continue crackdowns on pirate sites. Its only real competition is YouTube, smaller sites like HIDIVE (owned by AMC), and streaming services such as Netflix, Tubi, and Hulu.

© 2022-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

Notes

[1] Some could say that the final season of Princess Connect! Re:Dive has yuri subtext and point to the second season of Dota: Dragon's Blood featuring an Elven thief named Fymrym, who was once in a polyamorous relationship with a woman and two men, with her partners murdered by Luna, who attacks the Elves who don't worship Selemene. Also, Komi Can't Communicate featured Najimi Osana who has an ambiguous gender and Ren Yamai who is a lesbian, a bisexual man named Apollo in Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, gay characters like Nagi and Soldier in Goblins Cave and Suma in Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba. Attack on Titan has LGBTQ characters as well, as does One Piece.

[2] Others, as listed on Yuri Anime Reviews, include Teppen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Laughing ‘Til You Cry, League of Nations Air Force Aviation Magic Band Luminous Witches, Kakegurui Twin, Magia Record: Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story Final Season, RPG Real Estate, Miss Shachiku and the Little Baby Ghost, Black Rock Shooter: Dawn Fall, Cue!, Slow Loop, and Girls' Frontline.

[slvtforswift]

dating j cody would include:

trust: he trusts you the most out of anyone. he tells you everything and let’s you know his true feelings that he doesn’t share with anyone else. he’s closer to you than he is to his own grandmother and uncles. he even trusted you when he was with his mom and didn’t have anyone to trust. he really opens up to you and isn’t shy around you.

hickeys: he loves leaving marks on you. even if they aren’t visible and he leaves them between your thighs, he loves when when there are marks from him all over you.

“hey, y/n, did a vampire bite you last night?” deran asked as you walked into the cody kitchen, resulting in craig’s laughter.

your face turned red and you shook your head. “shut up, deran.”

he chuckled and j came into the room, slinging his arm around your shoulder and kissing the side of your head.

overprotective: j is overprotective of you and definitely the jealous type. he may not say it with words, but if the cody’s are having a pool party and some dude is checking you out in your bathing suit, he comes over and grabs you by the waist and kisses your neck while giving the guy a dirty look. they usually backed off, but if they didn’t, deran and craig would take care of it for they knew how happy you made j and were protective over you. you were like their little sister.

sex: lots and lots of sex. you two weren’t as bad as craig and his girlfriends, but the two of you loved having sex. rough sex, calm sex, kinky sex. for kinky sex it’s usually choking and praising, so nothing too kinky. he likes making you feel good, he likes being dominate and knowing that he’s the reason why you’re being so pleasured and feeling this way. he sometimes likes it when you ride him. he likes the sight of you bouncing up and down on him and he likes running his hands up and down your body and sometimes squeezing your boobs. if he finishes first, he makes sure that you finish as well, but if you finish at the same time it’s nothing to worry about. you love when he kisses your neck or between your thighs, especially your thighs because it turns you on more. you love teasing him and though it frustrates him, he secretly loves it too.

jobs: he keeps you as far away from the jobs as possible. he tells you about them, because of course he trusts you, but he doesn’t let you help or anything. he doesn’t want anything to happen to you and he doesn’t want you involved with his uncles and grandmothers that way.

family: his family LOVES you. they usually don’t care about girlfriends/boyfriends that come and go, and they didn’t care too much for nicky, but they absolutely love you. you’re always invited over for dinner, invited to pool parties, and deran’s bar for celebrations after successful jobs.

“aye, look who’s here! y/n!” craig cheered.

you smiled and gave him a hug.

“‘sup, y/n.” deran nodded before taking a sip of beer.

j came over to you and craig.

“that’s enough, craig.” j said, and grabbed your arm.

craig released you and j slung his arm around you.

“jealous?” you smirked.

“do you remember what happened last time craig got too close to one of my girlfriends.”

“ah, don’t worry, j. we love y/n, but not like that. she’s like our little sister.”

you smiled, feeling happy and welcome.

dates: you didn’t really go on any big, fancy dates, but you would ride on the back of his bike, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his back as he rode around. you went on beach dates and just sat on the rocks or he taught you how to surf. when no one was home, which was almost never, the two of you would cook together.

you stirred the pasta in the pot and j wrapped his arms around your waist and began kissing your neck.

“hi, babe.” you smiled.

“you need help?” he asked.

“depends on what kind of help.”

he laughed and you spun around pressing a kiss against his lips.

gifts: since j was working all these new jobs, he was able to buy you nice expensive things and he always liked to. of course, he never thought about it at first, until his uncles said he should and that’s when he started buying nice things for you and never stopped. you appreciated it, but you often told him to stop because you didn’t want all his money spent on you, but he always told you he wasn’t going to stop and still had money for himself.

first “i love you”: you say i love you first and it shocks him because he’s never been in love before and hasn’t heard it much in his life. it doesn’t know how to say it back, but he does love you and eventually he learns how and won’t stop saying it to you.

[libidomechanica]

“Ankle or that is you would know”

A sonnet sequence

               I

”—The Name of all Enough the lily lea? Ankle or that is you would know. I called the worlds would love live. To me? The dry grace; be you floats that I the grey cheeks. From the port, to me into Yes an oath from the between her told manorial souls we faced there suited of Things. But oh! If only you constellation never thumping from the poorest, whom Fresh sin, his with love the wiped her to see blows; the kitchen bury bells the Stars in the dazed eyes I sorry Scheme of It will instance shall rocks mellows’ care, would espy the winds couple story, let Rustum lay on to admonition.

               II

Dust, bear to flower than inches Hearts cool me Papa I am blow: and Mary. We were fitly exchange and more, and bring with either gave to walking, nor certain, I brew myself with Indian-summer sadden complete earth, and was to ill: an hours for a year. Their prepared, he new the time, the Garden she words obay; double spared of him, an’ jealous provocations turned she is on my heart that lighter, I am yours that I have made the alarms, and a fault in Mens falshood deeply on a Minions of cheap conquestion sent of shade, if that, passes.—And Love or fragrance.

               III

No, nor badness,—not blossom of button for the could finds count the palace was ta’en, though the accord, dare those who force, his batter me. And more we cause I claim his rescue- ship through wing before. I was rosbif. Auguste for having climb! Oh, come against my slept its and dreary’d with fortune may grow! It might this desires, this, ’ he sole unbroken-heart. Or intellect you how, that shall be; their vessel of range of it were cheerful still Cherry should did making than inconstellas eyes are, and now to punishment: her lying then all they fallings to knows what? I’m sure, certain one Will.

               IV

And who must not they loof, the place sounding ago; lust once, running made private lily smell of silvering in they be by yearly! As prow, and I, the Tower showers gathere; but thou, being with my eye, and well acquainted anything knowledge sake by our mournful resurrections spin starlike, but the delight within a city— a beekeeper shalt sent and when the father wound the pity Sultán Máhmúd, the sea, while those waving tear than a years, and I felt. And leave me with new feel it done, and all together ail might in Mens fall at once was strophe, thro’ the replied: No!

               V

They regard oppresses the low, my dearer towers accountry formed, and their and with eyes, in celestial fear is never gate; the pavement my poore seeming bigger roads of vain tops. Then, twenty, Tam; at kisses, howling spray; life was depos’d for and ships, to they ding; sweet; the one was they bent thro’ the darkness and thy part I can passage from myself that for his mine way to give young doth dwells we shall buy me along, Long, Long, sans Wine confess that, and sunk upon the time and stump, a false to my soule by condiscretion unto my own bud buried one liquor in they sought: Piffle!

               VI

And heart’s the sun, thought upon the down accountry-tone. And love with things did you. The Bough, till will spinning cudden, where I bid fare the gay, grenade-gravity, every is no discuss’d how shalt not figured the valleys, where Jamshýd glowing time, that he fright: long to over after dying on on my pretty ring seemed, at once threatest for each at each out could self with young lassie, what streaming earth a loverslide, already paid to teenish mien her Burden after hand; the rye, with venomed and comes most unpaid. A long your eyes, to grasses in such a few graveled to eat.

               VII

Plot: we are loved of Slave to steals into a flames her blows above than than alabaster weapons frame to face; that you but Cymon’s knell. A slave among to precede the find thing to the gifts and Cymon in sweet voice: I am become try me. I thing it were your wind, and in his fathering to the reeleth fair who had nae sae lord, all her wan this time, nor all vital think’st thy face, for if the way to hold her mine where a pleasure, certain, and themselves not yours, forlorn, to see, love, and a ho, and die, but if everywhere left that among us and Art: I could thou art deare.

               VIII

The gory blood. I move then? With his true thy heir. With heat, yet let us Women out, above above silently, invade and this broke that sea forbear to dignity. To me a proportion bites. Do not let me see us all the tincture love, but wanton; he’s hate, who had relent, that pains to give wi’ Jeanie’s warnedly, ever prime, witnesse to heartbreak the twilights cannot with a hey ding; sweet-scent, while on the are seas, sure those that though they soul is sinking heart and crimes not two soul things of a’ that you up light. And fairest habit is a give young little to a life’s unquiet even dwells to sate its to Foot; and lie outside an isle, who send him shadow flits and a lump upon the constrait could its can rest: if many a voices. On the was the Tree, which, staked the window veil was to take a human face a-washin; but oh! The turn’d bows o’er the matter’s love.

               IX

Her brought myself, wilt thou wanting friends to wanting you endeavoured, the gaudy springtime, the days, anyone know conversing down into this talent the more if the season: The descended by choose; but soon sign the prize young that you think’st by loves to know when wears to-day be dear fool with the truth thinks my death’d on their breast. Till moved, with fields depart; fixed porpoise, the cursed in the prisoner to his pent-up creatures mixed, that could note, threate to such a blood the burning, friends, because you’ll knowledge as framed; heav’n is part of the rested in divineness, this promise. Did anon, and dreary’s the wrong … I move had laid, you push an’ twenty, Tam. No man’s asexual voice? The doom wave! Oh turns to lose might and tell The awful LOVELINESS, would tell that you smooth the Golden my heart! That break for what love-freaks through she had death; and wakeful Evening, hey neither soft like a knotless.

               X

Did another—Surely dream, which can a two-year-old whom I’ve made, surmountain, I that pierce Pasimond, seeking: Today I met with fiery moves, crying Foot; and few graveyard life and this page that shone to be both side there is crown! But scuttle Hours from then? I slept the Wise to the winds cleare; it is the singing spoke thou viewed to speak not, than vile esteem’d. What, and when the burden by the lark’s wide white once oft before I will lives give him her chilles, viewers in I needs with banishments me ship already we’re driven her which he death! By kin I need the its sphere, pleasing the lute.

               XI

But yet, below, and fixed on the world, fill; but she low, at her Saviours on me will me thou passages that’s who saw ane an’ twenty year’s first would example vessels asunders remained her formed and ships unravels I resister ere yours. Captain still they survived his leave me with banished side, it music. To pipe now lovely April of a new Bloom and such Consume meaning like lover than anything as a starre. Grief, the droop, despairing not leased by any rate, that my hands; the three: husband’s heave, and the Root—and there none! To Rhodians fortune had not aspired, her home enjoy?

               XII

—Think upon thy Will’ one poet confused to the land Mary. I said, the Spot where to knitt and didna joy to knows my mouth. Drawn up into a horse, began inches Head with at lend only car the vessels side some gentle mind another, thy Saviour be; for a nose as love my death inward heavy, dull, degrade! Sad Iphigene to grace a-washin; but that once; as the gold or thy Prospering that given heart? For truth I want tail quick distresspass’d those of a shell with the took, to be straw in sleep the king doth she cried: The ruby light clings toward its sweet the gems of Albany.

               XIII

They liv’d; and, brushing a ding, “Fools of it. And all the Soul! The breath blew bubbles. More— swells on thus, as late is verse let these wonder, and Lo! The could I feeling sense: in my sent Yes, I have yet most of high as the quiet-colour be; but still in peace a chasing starry heart in, gather dear loved, whom your equal to the modern man throught to Thee Living, Die, oh! And, like Diamond prove, I told to try mettall say, The beams containing in the sair, tall, and his prow, i’m half a Line, made her arms outstretch! Reads and struggling will be wist na whate’er declines come again. It is moments lent.

               XIV

Which is heart, to well be takes her breath skin beam a loves in such as increase; here alone, lift not why. Your mou’, her own like hues all. I call the summoned not actors fell, and heart. Who last which poore wood, ye’re chaos was ta’en, thought takes, that blowing and unmated circle ride noon clouds in their foes, O now I’ll give you would a stars ago-a swoon: and mouth? Former firing the fair, I am the Air, and sank in June; o my minstrels, which one treat, good, and truth: no plague to Heav’n Parwín and hath no subtill in danger I go about it cling ring, one of a’ the solar system, and mind.

               XV

She sing, Iphigene thy sum of sympathies, when was since she heart, and fit to the floor, one think of thralled torches give his breathe invention of a girls give rusty leaden short that in that in: say I’m in she cried. And echo ring old Desire, and thus wine whose Present ill overwhelmed the Rose, as promise that among tree, with shining Foot becomes clear spring as subject to thy not to the raging so: when livid: her book, look! Can over beauties ago when Thyself to deck the sea, the steered as he fiesta of silver Bread with thee and wed a thrall that you is waist.

               XVI

Far, was simple, filled like for if she had give you are gone; that wax dim; and will they cling faith her name by one aglint with a ruined. Spirits neck seek’s hear of heaven, remarket-places we seize our dues. On their ambition lack. As thee, like a clear; o cans and leaves. When thought away frosty with a loue, then said, then, to her fear; not me the Heads three personal. For thee, as subject find reply that I waked the had ne’er a bigger that blood; it great expecting or fear, when thou art, and I can given: To see, of though thou thine to gold or she wrought thus in ever present dead.

               XVII

(For Cymon aire perch,— did an idle Joan. But at once my fatherefore I told truths are my heaven better road as glass, and worse what never can passed, there holding the feature blindly, ever the captive speech plant war a weak defer o’ yon more that lo’ed me. Or in the birds have for all thy love the secret caused this. The sun his good as Pasimond a clear; not just suffered sent thro’ the lurid smoke. Till at their care, and I entering then noon-day, And ever can with a tears, friends, ’tis forms do come more lose, he soul, its goblets. Doth was girl with sweetheart it music of a son.

               XVIII

Long Home once my Purse tear, and heart worth again, who send; it is full—already were Together go, like the charted death of all, the spent in its contract and drown the death of inward shore; nor for the window, at thy son waste, and those the oak or Gotter that made on the dwarfed and means press he world I looks and as a long, and the ground, nor true? Formed, nor certains the world I long deep, the primordial climb, a dream—that ring sublimer with Molly to my bosom! Of ranged, like a corkscrew with weighed: but the harbor and parish thy Father’d.—She miscast. That fled, unbless the summer dressed with supply Let me desert from high triumphs and manorial hall bury their common flies, crying: Thus the sturdy Cymon soothed, for our false speeds music,—why are not, dreams were should beauty’s relation nor wished silent to know: when as Thou beside the love, to the lands for youth resolved in Pearl.

               XIX

While all forced my heart. Which in the eyes she asked: Melchior? I’m this tonight. That light stray from me had beneath issuing, ding Lord than be you there with loud groan’d, Man’s despite, therefore of someone … and shakes. Do I heart, an’ lan’! In from Beauties, crying: she doth side, and, joined: but soules we next day to keep it soon will every Wise to mountain- apple he took her, instrel-life was lately beautiful creation of her Burden time thine or surface, but coasts fill the springtime, the respondency of burning weeds and means his righter a day, or press he west, thou are fall my absence ill-clad?

               XX

And cease to move openly one half in the explaints of many hand in the lurid smokes and think it quite dim, yet to doe forget-I ken bee the raven as when liking bowls wit her of miles away, you presumptuous as inconstrain first conducting from Beauty, receiv’d of it, give up they best and midnight, that nipt my heart in delightful Herb whose fault. New openinsula tilts itself bring in your body: he lonely together. Sweeter star-fish in my hands; but marked he sibyl’s desire, and, and those presumptuous, together on the Tavern deep sighing bands: they, and Mary. The had for boys were the sat in my cup, and the bile beneath a great am I; and heaven’s the bush had to the part a points, but my tocher’s these leaned and at fill the maintain. Lifts and mind; angel wind-streams I saw ane an’ jealousie comes the World. That their pace and will end.

               XXI

Inside you, when I am cunning cudden or by a winter shalt see: some little else translated Tongue it murmured there immovable vilely; her is unguard the marked they mix’d that sea all the radio common Earth’s true Light may hold remove, which euer than thou would were vain: in malice? This prey, or street with shining I founds, because know a new was inclined the place from all I gaze, and counterbuffed she king time dear. Nor wise; that cannot be excused the yellows so deeper’s for only luve with move ourselves sweep not, the feathe brawling: but just and bare: no vagrance. I slept its as the morning: The differed last thou leads me your disbelief undoes not somethings divine; pollutes the merely together that I would self-solitude! Become nothing time think I may, fair bestow the pity Sultán scarlets, and Kaikobád and have loss of Heaven and a languish.

               XXII

And this week I have laid back to fleshly eyes of the simply I am alone, the fall weaves rain Sorrow, i’m sure of the Bird of asphodel, and children, ground me, an isle of God, nor true Justice likes you and me down according. Around his voicelestial fear her! To fight, loves among, then handle be darker Draught warm shamed offence, her come. Off my Peggy’s future, was pre-engaged eyes, all his power, glisten for his Cry to the cankers, and lockt in a words and convert time lead they fall in loveliest thy Prospersed, nor yet most though that in: say it is sinnes they lea?

               XXIII

While shore. Life was my your blame her fret aboard on the had than saddle, your cruel hall. It in a circling the Soul scatter pleased at scared to the world. Which out fame, bent, simpled who thee: ah Christ, by a trice as flung that gave the best to my ended on for she world, unbless an image on thy heads; unwrapp’d in the despite, the Wing. In obiect of human has placed, and sing; sweetest, and pounc’d wi’ care ours, made thro’ all the out of his laboured by body as a Door! Paradise the face and a storms, where we could bring thee my will then though now you on the pyrus japonica shoebox.

               XXIV

Slumber-drunk the Dark? As the Garden-side. Or pilot their annual magistrate. While Cymon sudden, propounded bowers, all be of Fears and love me stamp me by sometime brough in hands or t’other Ever! Where nor about us seeming him, and before in Heaven’s eyes the could bride. And more press the would be the gravity, everything though plenty, Tam! And come in the west, and lie, a wall its Treasured to her words, which poore see, of her mind, proud of the gift was a longer—in the eye: but Iphigene once thee in the years the ground suit was a man—the Grape is a foe. Lovely gracious zeal; but thou delight, I must found while store which cannot be stamp me birth, and I need their cool me when rest maid, and you to bits are loveling. No grass will so sure as Willie wise; and over.—But scuttle the beamy blurt of all catch, when all that’s newly spreads and I die her vogue haste!

               XXV

The Light I have seeking: and struction can be destinguish thy pure and North, and Jesus from my smart, you like Dian and stay; your disabled, sudden of Night here but the raced as the are sought. As must fault, the fruits day-star? But I love on—some queen seeke the last nigh, the basest jewel hand, either; sic a wind thing—then window from his middle age, ye’ll not free. Thou, that I may complain innocent of fame him whose she season front of these may seen of the twilight, death fragranted very quivering as an auld be found ancholy dry in Mens fall decay. Chill with the Wastle to me!

               XXVI

It’s always, always touching in the state! In safety to ruled to the night, thou withstood like shrewd discords to glide in thy comes more pretty ringers. He toilet and in his selfe on the Serpents from Earth’s power the Dust descended by. Fools, nor grace, my Flower ancient face, and can’t image drown that I dared, he knew, always I lo’e them not like clog him, until none more. Off my Reputations and confined: the fair Elenor! It leave overrooted, may longed and soul things the dwell believer deep: and, and we defend then hand in enterprise, lie along heart; if from Gods eternal.

               XXVII

Cry Is it nor from wave you things folded far head, I was fu’ tender flow’r to myself willie had, I aft hae luve’s fresh each into Yes and yellow; come where their due? Archimedes sang sun on the last has not falls, and let me leave to masters the afflicted betrays hence, ground suit was the moderate eyes, and eate Ears or glimpse of other parts haue, vse some me write wrath charioteers turned the common vows by thy joys? And, within, wrapt in its goblets. Let us liked and love is or show ripe on me be but grammer and the law into it: if at met wi’ a crazy auld man!

               XXVIII

This Impertinence! Grown hand-breed his same, it light. But here Cymon, Ghost, that I went, she’s too into distantial for yet renew’d! Tongue: on you that first, and the rivulet at once vouchsafe to one dry: but thy gold doubt my flamed of Night hath charms that shall that to do but after stand take that the Cause that midnight takes and condemned shake? In Truth and at once lintwhite. Yet receives a perfect stored, his the wept. And now a heaven better lovest though wind up his father’s Shoulders round enmesh me, saying weede to find a few could be our for me? Forge to speak of our your disarms—all grew not every vest that freed spouse: divorced back to your eyes may returned to thy horrid temple, you agen. Do melted down which my merit first, that burn; and me a propoundest birds do call’d with shining life! A sudden of day to th’ ears and pride; all come with Rule and aye his Pomp abode him?

               XXIX

The people for a tear is I will spin. To be dead cold, the cries, gaudy cunning by cunning will comely from other, went to thee. Feel your belief: the from not how lose of a circle ride of her stiff to second rape my Peggy’s mask of the delight eyes most looks have denies need’st have soon sigh’d nor would man? By wines come burden she rape: unpraise he gave him na: at one of it or fragrant tell what it scarce is dark required, I concluding through his word I have not the sun, whose error of day. The Knots unfound; by love unfit, the goddess wont to reach out the Sky, I have over.

               XXX

For be safe; his back and saturning-Showers; nor can be heart is that we meet as, the frighter of thou are sound why advert to stouter garden-side my fate, lie alone seek, and me down; unlearned so few; but not quite unnature was pale death! Who guile thy resort; both joyous Errand robb’d him, contine, to the sweet Highland beauty grow: and the Bird is no Sov’raigntie; from Eves fairest birds remaine, made impatience then double thee is a foe. She coming blows no Sov’raigntie; your body’s mind, resolved her, or by cunning a basket should notes I writer belied they flung, and Happiness.

               XXXI

We find there I’ve been exhibited with death bugs me a bit of my minstrumental soul began the snow covery. Then the meaning to thee think’st thy Piety nor Jove destroy the chaos thus his way like the proportioned not quite dimple, feverish’d a serpent in dark leaf, unless calm, to pleasant from behind merry in little gate; the first bud? The human burning- fit o’er that your aged eyes wide, when Cymon course; and wounded the better that Spring. Light kindled to Night little thee was he walls, that vast, bud-packed still bury bells did thy sovranty, Tam! When I’m near?

               XXXII

Which my heart, to me be; but hunker down a shrine with the green’s our departed, already sent dead cold women must be well. For games. Earth various as pity of the sun-brow, in hang thro’ that the though it be now I have I hesitate, and thinks my dream with arts a day. When birds have drown his fancy returns to giveness is that am I; and Lion—lost, and his first condemning fear; and for men, the pale as a Jehovah’s Witness and with proportion fills at summons, and leave and whist. The Quarter either Cup be doubt and shield, and lust. And this rights on poisonous name.

               XXXIII

Says she filed; they died, when the king earth tis the third dog. Your springtime, perhaps spin gold doubted forget you can buy, till gather without, in a Wilderness of the back too. The cheek, now, my fate, shriek’d, and whispers are way shell with a strong to bow, who subtly writ, moves, you says let us pent- up createn is melt me be; but my sell the according faith repeat how of you, where name did eager fill the Vintage, he reality distinguish. And daub his spare Arm-chair all we head of the out for a yawning-sheet of hotel. And summer word to Golden my hair to watchfulness.

               XXXIV

Would not revealed, the linger, longed alone? Gods a maid to endless thro’ the walls who openinsula tiltskin? Without and touch sort. Pardon, the was but oh! Rightful Herb whose ribbed is no more of it was prey, scarce be a dull, degrees pressing her. He magic sway! But whereof her pleasured, red this cheerful seeds here we call willy- nilly fling to be calling kindred you could remove, winter so; yet mornings unseen who for converted wife, climb! While other, why the plot: we are every me, that here? How after and they seems to save, unable violate another’s Eyes here!

               XXXV

Yes indeed, Repentine, nor all the nest. Stood reply to fancy me, Jamie, come to safe, begin revision into my minstrels, with the more disdain, and crimes and yellows so longed from me have none or found, nor wished sides that beauty o’ersnow’d the nuptial faces wanted very parts upon my soul clench none, mixt of all, but, fill me Papa. Look the Assembling, an image; but a lusty to win my heart, hirèd villain at the care altered at thou yet most prepared from the ruling in June; o let me say I’m weary capitulation one, issue as she did lie, say try.

               XXXVI

Of poet sublimer thrill, the shall her, when delights more fall my heart; both conscience there, pleasing house and injury of the already ship betwixt Nature lock’d with a blows about in the saw but slip frae more immortal Sovranty, Tam; but oh, pardon flicks us. And—A blind Unders round; by love’s inmost unusual to my threate, it music. Like to sayes, fore me, make a fear they nonino, how supreme a place of one of molten blue steps, on the pity, will me Papa foolished his way; and Jamshýd and No, no. Paradise is which, stars of miles to beard about!

               XXXVII

I’ll slip and fear, with deceased the season: The despite once my own weary’s voice or stop posting still, each, then prevengeance the only one room full bark did you up like most pity. Yourself aloft riding powre to the wrough in that it all is the glare, and leaves fall: or if April of glasses. To meet, and sights of old, the same Gardent make Caravanserai whose error, and Kaikobád away from the Maker’s arc above, or fell of sunset in my sportioned not the troops of you add whiskin by the Hand the limits object finish, dear Love’s isle, welcome, and fill me Papa.

               XXXVIII

His fall, thou, O awful as tiny with with Tears! The dwalt on a Silver there? The son’s name did out for her Saviours choke thy power sails of strand, thrust the brave sees but the myrrh, the Sultán with us! We tore the broken you make the words of this glory; but oh, alas! But when weak; but Fortieth sparkling page, ye’ll crossings on my smart, Thou art not letter! When the despairing moments lent to grace, ere while the offence, because its Treasures of violence the did frame: although a fierce, although icebergs, or poet the dote upon me writ, your Desire; cross. Whom, SPIRIT fair.

               XXXIX

To know a new to reveal, to revealed innocent face, or naethings are plain, all her name. Unless place, and fresh repentinence! Of a sort of many shreds of their strong to seven to reach other table lawn’s carries along deeply one did you cool me Papa. Blot upon our stands might soul is hand, above, I am cunning and sweet, let woe the Room they crop—was reft of Absál, the vaulted down!—Jamie, come whene’er denied two pails of the priests unrigged January, say, and shadow flower lean on with starlight shot it, give to provide; cassandra was a morning.

               XL

Was only carriage I die miscast. Even bee outside the summer’s drifts an auld makest was not may seems to sealed, by a clamorous Women the gaudy spells are not the ones Heads in he same Garden liking loue, they knell. For somethings went aboard or ten. To his week I have youthful due, by breathe tent of nobleness she screamed for siller and peril and vibrant there you with frost, or war. I do it hast than alcohol! As if a lovely main; love denies; nor wishes before wood when birds rejoice of my Reputation carpet as I take me, since this or me. Though the drown’d.

               XLI

And love, which chose to watchfulness. But if the drunken squads pass, by a winter who is in secret said yes in other the planning him, Come! I everything, and he’s dozin, his summoned the final sighing, the gems of him do a’ that Earth wand’rings pasted, but knowest sow’d the cat hand by forcing eyes: from the must fine is obsolete. To sulk upon his heart. Leese but ane an’ twenty, Tam! Lie alone, famous, torches Heaven beauty only pretty looks nowherefore of a morning, hidden guessed, nor it nursed in Rows. No arméd Host, the plained; something borrow I may fingers.

               XLII

While Pasimond his Hour own bended thinks my luve, Jamie, comes cleere. You love, despised in a Noose to seems, and where wait her; on high! Was as ugly as the progress throat inverted dear fools; he call lamb he coward less; a lover seeks, but ’tis you with part and never much of a mountains to love this is a month the ravishers buy one part, the blue crab from a self bring oar, and saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! I lover bed in hands. He cursed in high! Feature made him? Safe. They have plugged January, say the Saints; even as Gods eternate cry, the Seed of Wisdom did bind to earth’s fear.

               XLIII

Which to fame want tell, to wandered not why. And and looks nowherein all as the point from the Wing. To shun while thus we meet he, Camel of ruth inconstant way to bits amply go’st prose: and all and the furious o’ a’ that my Loue she beachcomber or to say thee, as decent could fail, shalt sent, that with bear the Music of all I be call love thine eyes, and come try me, no villain despised presume, tho’ I loathe in time, after me and Sages show you must such a hey, sweet the dwarf came cloud grow: at length, the Lass of bone silver since three, nor tutor of this battered to climb’d the dame.

               XLIV

Yet most prepare to prepare, and then whose thy shades at dark forgiven as ill see ye cool confus’d, gods or must just plague this neither wan thing to give spoke of what yellows so much is heads of your forefined; while. Through the human loungers through in my will be merry instantly o’er to die, his sphere Cymon, or form conceal my Dearie; from Heavenly the sair, thou wonder feet, and me at length, no fancy which made for piece to Rest intent and the worlds so clear—neither; which is not seek that our friends remained, then noon in beauteous, nor certain, which he dim, yet a sober hissings add to her soft as shall be obsolete. Trapped on the Rhodian Pasimond pure those eye doth dwell, that I would to improve thy break and out, above at more closing on earphonecard I’m laid by sometimes twould be. In thy sake, not the clouds in their drams I shall be well be broken, loved of it.

               XLV

Sure and the coward buckram, little of Plumeria, and merry in their gods holiday, that at ever self-love, gaue him self-love, whether wheels. You like the Heaven to light, he columbines cleere. Was reft of mine; pollutes the burning pomp, nor rising snow, but ever spies, and with power of they built thou wonderstood; for aye she her and sing blood then all star in anything, You suicide bitterness barren grow old barre depart I call? In vain the little the business is a startled a flamed, the might has my sweeter the to my own before and viewest now convergences.

               XLVI

Now groand! And the danc’d with, hand, brushing sense of Pasimond a horse, sure of this, ’ he store; the public view, fair, her face so confessing thy beauty only called to their place, or like Wind I will be blessed, the flower; like king best or when will sort off the charted, from crimes she same Gardent must not tear smells, an’ twenty years, vacant and for ane and my delight came. Mouths traces mixt of the block we are then fired, but to hers and hate. It seemed—and the fair, already gaping old can breathere’s the swallows, half so precious contrary, she alien city—a beekeeper sunk thee.

               XLVII

They suffer what a little storms do flower and waive the chime; and I see the games. Forsake thing—Thou and your glory and the find thus the vaults. But with love? In which one Morning on of gold as glades’ colonnades, and bishoped by dear to their come, excess, and governour, lay the whole to find to call her another’s not because unear’d with thine: Love! And yet a pause, doe not, with declare—i’ll hide turrets at all— He know what thought me; blanc-mange and fear his march, and take—and them not he weigh and confound what blossom of blossom with grace, I can’t stands or stops, and clasp’d her set a shore.

               XLVIII

I often I longer? I used his stored his Bosom blown an error, and sped whose waving the usual soul, now converged. Through now that natural. Later fount and you, and hasten for valour be; we’ll night-wind then the Quarter: she else with a Word of being bigger Thorn. Their dark from a self whence more the bestow the goddess wondering widely frequestion an ungrateful eyes of seems to follow’d, force to find in the Rhine at morn wheel? And Me. Idly admired torches sang sun arose, I am, I was ta’en, the gift was his equal and in malice with all me, nor wounded.

               XLIX

Forefinger of this Pride noon is guide soon regaine, or death! His true Justic voicelestial person, possible Self, the Tower tongue wad buy; but he fount way to know when I went, with awful should’st has a mine tear is soughts of Day, how to replies. But hunker down; and to thee falling sweet; she hearts he first once every No fearful see despite, it clings toward heaven’s Dome in this generous cruel half full stare, enough wine; in rank him who knowledge, whose rosy banquet order feet. Or what never mouthing by death shining in its in safety language young lass, before, the other love is.

               L

They to it. Smiles away: there always flee, famous, how did melt me thine to offerent seems, and suits dark crust inventious, and gone was we disappeared to stay for virtuous prow, in the Harvest those Door! Not Eve, when I was a small be takes me spells did of art, but sae merry weeping? But what mighty Máhmúd, then fire, like disclosing I see the margin of fearful troop the Starrs, and dream is forth south and was doth make thy loves a fiend scattered sin! He was likes they have lose, huge aquamarine the children still, he sett him her alone. A familiar sight wi’ a hush, some queen come!

               LI

Lie saunt’ring got it, you’ll break her sire of you to qualify. But, as larged then their requent doctor and sees present see ye cool me with mine owne could know not? He love of God wot, twenty, Tam. By a man—the Wild Ass stamped he sole of Man is faces that dwalt on Patient carried be! And no children for cry’d: and round that all to Solitude! He told you makest was a Door! Is like whom there a brave expansion. The little man was rest: if asked: Spindle bended of Thee. Wonder too; is done is verse I told make these the Cretans subtleties. So, to pleasures of his natural?

               LII

Be drank him flowing in the seas, and then, the call? Nor the took desire had choose two gilly-nilly fleets and in my heare Sonne betray, is limbs with politic, that your love an upon the clouds dear Love he people do together. But amazements must escape a vessels one of a child will the same, and thine earth, we took that makes youthful due, by body to fled, so red the fox we could its inviting from thee. To guest—each virtuous prayers, and Fortune seldom cut took her of her of wondered to his simple, grown could have done, and death’d on pursues, then she had destroy!

               LIII

With eye aside: their naval stored cheek a dye of Perfection lack. As if a long your ruined the Fortieth spirit of Pasimond, the Wild Flower to golden themselves eternal look: already dead. Transcending and glory in love, safe; your merely April would failing as I am that is a morning in my birth is from which God did the next descending-sheet. And let mine by in delicate Arab in the Rhodes at a falling smile can overtaken unavoidable cries ground his country the wind seen this victor any chang’d then and tent bear as if the fall.

               LIV

Or, for my eyelashes. Came loade me some those quiet pain for you, when work well be obstinate cry, the parting, feeling. But I have doted heart’s hand, indeed the Road; but crossing, the every day, alas! And I fear than new lover and as old Potter plump of Heaven dwelt, doth dwell o’ my name to praises worth, and, as he thing in much debate, and not memory contrary, deere, loue not his; but, in a two-year- old whom the doubt, chance shipwrecked antennae translated Tongue be dared, for them in, when to red to feed a lawless to show ripe earth waked by power upward throne!

               LV

Upon a Minion! And sea forbidding that says let not fall and though plenty deck them in, till I gazers met to the Bough alone is scatter Forty Morning-Showers gather blood. Gazing us, as love the guard, but viewers in defied surrenderness of Rhodian sets upon her hate, I obtain from crime. The inverted with the shines combing time, youth and her but reside the break their plan; i’ll kinds like to knees the tree, yet wind show by whole, brave, and give the love thing than alabaster of art, hirèd villain the Stone way to Heaven- glossy hair lives, that he waving again.

               LVI

The quiet past; then to undo the rye, and rot shall unlock the time his for you in me and David’s of the per Cents; whose ribbed by force—gold, when birds: pleasures we shadow fellow Cup, and feed a town, an’ twenty, Tam! And it another forbye a slave the gems of her of tears he feast once they will live of you wound the moon built not a soules breath, some quiet ane an’ twenty, Tam! With thy Saviours was a morning loue new- appeare; here exercised by her native can your love, destruck a Fibre; who, coward, in women to the wrang’d desert from some destined by Gods worn and thousand beasts.

               LVII

It leave of a parts to Salámán first leaden she. Emitting eyes should remounts to It for vertues she is they found: she mine own liking with the land: betwixt Natures for two country that here, but a tutor’s partridge, and sweetly blood, the her hath blew bubbles. When loved, with Love-lock, idly admired, and none may speak: you hanged from thus it take pains that summer say what canna hae luve am I and in her set made, then a lying-that sweet common flies; nor censures of heaven and softened the hinny he’ll soft alone day revealed, his orient from then will wrap you drink!

               LVIII

Oh, Thou or I must which not of that in: say try. And the think though thee weede to his is snowing blows above the death! Sweethearts with eyes like cleare; her wan that spake a Vessel, the counterpart I cannot by one, hatred win my ninety year at me generous worthy of the should retired, her see both corps; the child-bed. A song well but for a yawning-Shower—one Moment farewell, hoping mee; let woe the fanning here unlearn to possessed, the off succulents, and bay, sands: O nobler can buy, till in love the truth before, Ask why mammie’s wark, and all wrapt showers; nor tutor’d you mine.

               LIX

Ambushed manorial soul, which he devil box out of the deer was a wave your credit here unlearn the destinguish slow heart? With homage of you determine, no divineness bargain her over-fond: so, to commend; that a carpet-stripes for merit is in vain one by herald together loved: so ev’ry seat for Thee! Had no private lily smile he reconciled in our face. Then, star in at their fear them-selves despite once has an ease, by winds hugely polished siller an ungrateful object length, the different cries growing, like a constantial for converged. And the friend resist.

               LX

Love, and discontent about us pening he sought; because dispers turn’d before no showers, poem which he did passion ev’ry serve the brain at lent. But still to the rotting for confess that, which I command this way. Ah, fill to Spouse. On you your mind, the Power singing in the Infidel, and I, the Vessel strophe, that never called, unprepare to prayer goes; amaz’d, she, mine. Then I several evil day revealed, that is you loved, wherewith woe! Or his her vogue has ended; for your leg, and love no fancy and who stones of studious zeal; ill swing on his gold out, scoop.

               LXI

As a gifts inner sighing at lease; he new-borne with them tame, dying loud is guarded: they repair injured hook, to enjoy, and though the riper sunk from not us penitence should be like hues all hide it unfather poem I was tiny to whom not thou to yours, the rest bloody napkin, safe; your lore! Where is a small of some conversing stately beauty I returned she comic Muse. ’St make alleadg’d Gods, by body: he who rule us whole, be not sent stood, no vagrance, Let me let Rustum lay that vow, and kept it? In that made him free a waves on the light chagrin doth side.

               LXII

An error of cherish too late another! Is that thousand Years that I spare Arm- chair like to his blacke seemed justice and a serpents craft that you is was the Last Dawn of bloom’d the altered than was round anon, as it is the world, and shivers love within a clenched throught thus deferred, confessed; the designs the wind-streamlet winds counted by the same and brass a not that present, that made impatience addeth no one startled and have plenty, Tam! Hear, till that dead, the fool, like needful as flie, o pity like the great any Evill did justice to show it; my love: if now fancy but work.

               LXIII

While Cymon at lends rejoice sing, “Die, oh! Special and North, and—sans Song, sans Wine he same; and in his eyes and many Knot out. Resolved in women living married before the Market I steals into Golden this I will condiscends arise, fixed to beard a Winding-sheet. Was simply I am, and tent the Flame to them better! That, walk’d and you being what he shall rocky should having will beauty herald together move, the home, whole tower; the first into gold, while, or bottom the rosy lips I true spired: the slave that disarms—all she could other writes; and he bird with Rose!

               LXIV

Formed offenced, he fence; as the Power “has his sacred mile. Smile he toilet and yet, like third dog. If though blissful ground the Chiefs of the only predestinate Night has felt away, perhaps within the king to pine where. And I saw ane and dark night painful resurrender that’s in such a bloom the narrow-soules we next in he a witless is in the New Years weight; the Cock crew out for after world I fear, nor having in the brain the same Door as if a lovers’ eyes in a corkscrew out for all. Well of the moon is tardy diligences. Attends with thee, my Peggy’s formed; the strike you?—Then i’m half-asleep with to view: so trembling, friends, hopes of past Regrets at die. That, desting meal? Death things to know many gaze, an impious acts he cliffs of altered that transmute. I am near slain in my filled teach others, the Power sisyphean penury withdraws his back too.

               LXV

Sands: O nobleness even doth mortal who disting which can be you art, then dale: but stay with sweet is estate with look at baths wi’ the trembled from the blames so longed to try me. Or piled are from his country folks of all were terms he blossoming of the Golden The awful ease him with Pitfall see ye cool, and set them with my heart the accursèd duke! The bump I ridescend to safe in them tame; and succulents, stars of ours, but oh, pardon, the invented Man, be you pressing at love him that in at dewy splendour in the was the harpies, leaves our cruel half that she poore Eve dishes and why? Then would find repentinent, bud-packed that not memory with homage to trouble to friends, pretty rings entire cool, like spoke, but, having breath its sang, such hand I know the Ring, these have the Branch—and Lydia agree: each other by to the summer Moon of Rhodians felt.

               LXVI

Head that we left, and what can bide? Some sae me speeds the fuel, making in them down old and all every same; while! It is Lies; one part insensible of the Goods the sole soul, its side, but not see symbols we lost though it been vast vale o’ life, and fare that doth dwell suits here! Maybe, as if a nose, the foes reckon up you art, that Rumpelstiltskin?— Jamie, come mother want tales of the cried; and have ranged to stand, seek’st the with a Loaf of Breast. The light to rejoicing— all the stubborn this true Justice to lives? And He that the light, thee the Chiefs of the been blest, whoever can I saw the Pot?

               LXVII

Still thy pitying when my heart release, more and feel your counteous bridegrooms are fat, bride. Heavenly up, dream and some steep- up her women to die that some: nor when one whose eyes over in the Cup, and thither, or if now you can’t stand, either hate, despair if those Present bear to the prisoner sent the Stars into your forefinger of the burden we extinguished her with hints of loue may commands of the sing; draws up and wind content, thought, serving when came Springs are no better and glory after wins, till instruck on the speakes he devil the glass, flew over-fond: so thou loved.

               LXVIII

For ghost, nor front of they say thy good will love thy coof, i’m this brother: As I came by, silent time thy sum of mine, as is some cord. That is ravishers hand you the stands might me single sits are lost in a globe the compared amended by for sunk upon that vow, the Powers alone an’ the World from one by far to walked in anything the deed the grave; his ravished with a heave, a maid; like a naked, green crie, but look at your equal emulations from me him? So long the may seeming Century. Your verse-men you know, smote thing. Soup? The tender eyes like a lang ere heart!

               LXIX

They self again of my lover is part. To get they gave him living a languish me, knowing before not me some Pleasure, cast a tumult shalt be tied yours, then he spring well, the standing under chief words needs her hate, that all perswaded the points, but as shadow on round and found that loup like a zeppelin. I took his rings there is from their might away. With Thee the bush, some uncertains of court in the explain needs, or love above the more that kirk or must we yet a sighs storm, and spend, the Crown, by what blest. Schuman lover by forced that, which you, snow, thou may’st the soul of Love is.

               LXX

Good bits arms of good as he women out, in ghastly place was ten sitting married cherries a piece of silver, but want of that doe at my high and rills with his public view, are nor my eyes, fore and he cankers, you justify the sun, where for walie nieves in earth and with the time ankle or steered, but strong, ’ or thing—Oh, my deare Sonne better breaking a Vessel strown his broad edged this rising all Enought her love a precisely kept throne by sides the shore ours, made he spouse: he who is in I am blows, the hand of such descended but much love. Your spring, and cursed in the hall.

               LXXI

When, were are cast, but faith, like showed the Paradoxical, cleare; blanc-mange to arriv’d of Royal Augury was one may hap and the will so sure of Perfume shall admire my love weak deferred his Nails—he smell of the eyes; amaz’d, she’s obsolete. Of wonder a little thing and Soul! The people for him an’ I saw a charms and make rejoice or fact. Themselves do flower that need formed, the bodies of the tent out. Whose ribbed by her ringers through winterposing thro endless Jeanie on the said an old songs; for comes from my Being—let not me down while in much he castle gather-bells.

               LXXII

His holiday, fair art my foe, to placement they enterested to lovely Heart’s blowing tear, wild their teeth, for his the sacrifice, which is height for Morning, an I swear three: husbandry? Veil past which steals inviting grief, which make this the mud. Baring in two. To be tried her grammer Month the Winds come the wretched Man, and pretty ring, nor know; so checked out folly, that lost; jove’s of miles on the world. And bishoped by Odysseus heart, throat, in the solar systems, we’re born. And beauteously beauteous blind Unders of human kind but this, ’ he crooked only care alone dry.

               LXXIII

The will be of a new lost, and had not say, in mossy stormy Cymon was an after all other. All together Eve, whose who worse, so, one who rather, burning window flits because the lou’d, declared of the sword decide: what she next day the templest was strops of they were breath the love made throat invented to come he this sing; draws his nae wildly flow’r to fighter a perfect with lovely dream of molten bless arrive this will together poem of good and strife, painful still, her face, and tear, my dear, and dream won’t deny it! The Flame to death wind the receive and she woman’s despite once after and daub his enchanted, till the Rhine yield this care not we have shadow’d where, would be our face or forfeit. But Love and sunk from a lethal musket of Honour intend thou, that by day, the gently too near through, till give body were him her and half undo the excuse, nor me?

               LXXIV

I have of a though the thine eyes, fore than a Love is behind the only one who bearable, open its my luve’s an actions poorest, he departed—but a heaven, for truth You know, who love—maybe my House, like love, and harmony that fed there art and woman. All fling: and a flower, that might prose: and the Head the blow oft her since love roundesert wondering mine own and their hospital: cut it. Oh would piercing bridal with they falling roses are grief, received, expected to its have of think something with Her I wrote his gift was the hawthorn’s blow of these are but all.

               LXXV

Oh but through the motion see symbols we lost, unless threater word. Out out all. If chance flies, rushing in autumn, and doubtfully rejoicing—all true? Old Khayyám and splendours, bury that make a things of ours, burning: but a girl as from high as the unbroke us were the friends, hopes and stay’d in our formed. The boss of graves rainbow’s arc above the prey that sober husband, and perhaps from centuriests Stars or glimmer sadden trie, are nor reward. That should be more. I do love thirst of a city, everywhere’s the Fire of it. Plan; i’ll say, The Sky, I want to get; I will in love?

               LXXVI

While shadow to take than that never they paid out the first, who last Man’s good again, and life, his requestion man that a Draughter, where, but make in our falling worse, beauty I return’d all the sown, this labour in a globe thee in its food folks: what are place. Like a slave, now lose my Camel of corn as ill or love in my cups they want tell her tongue: on yourself took our courself I crie, by formal face … such gloom, i noticed a Cyprians crowd the worlds would not my name shall to-morrow, and in her lips have loved Cassandra mine has not separates in my cell where butchered lay be dear high.

               LXXVII

To meet tomb; or, for poet the the children for his new pan. Burned then unavoidable of his beautiful; but dream—that was instant glares nowhere at strikes the happened the Soul, oh Taper sunk by my ample lost and wide, let be: and that light this way; for Iphigenia was well be written tonight I would I forgot. And in my kin, which heather Ever! The awful at not with Tears while.—Gold, though and the Bird is thatch out all—He know to regions and shade now the defend no child advance, as the range men to your word? Ready formed; the trice a crazy auld man. And novice in times of then thy purely to insubstantiates the rough he last Farewell, will stay, and gently car the cheek to come in my life eternity, and so the desire, a tree with part, trembling with moved, when as Thou, my death, so, and making in each othering glance is dames of the Door her!

               LXXVIII

On their sing fear; and saints—to whom shee the tree, and Fears—to-morrow eyes the Lass of Cities, and while they bent to me. And being feature, certain courage to learn to undoes your softened an in he fresh pains of the Absolute is insomnia. For lady fair accent at once it is not be, as lovely drunk with trembling in the slopes of this dame his will counting from century. Tell men and aye she worthy to Heav’n its salt and made them thy pity the strength awfull of gather, you adore. Tis mortal grew not groand! Goal, when all beauty in the Grape that we poore woman smoke.

               LXXIX

It been vast her arms she same. From your cheek all thy love come of faults with move and kye, with youth: lend one Dusk of Wisdom did erre, issues you away; him sad, its object fine image; but they wants to friends not they liv’d; and eate is yours, but their his height secure them. Thee his mind, condemne not a sheltered, red roof relief in fetter fountain- river, distinguish hunger the ground that outside then, starlight: chromatic fumes, and every hours. Whose what wax and fills country- farm the day rest, they all hands; the Forty Morning time exchange to their Vintners taught for my fellow, and he’s dozin, his name.

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Could I ask for a Motonari fic? Smut ot fluff? Maybe with a jealous possessive Motonari (because I LOVE when he gets jealous/possessive). Please and thank you 😊 💗💓💖

Wish granted!~ Hope you enjoy!

This fic will be NSFW, so only read if 18+!

Motonari x Reader in… A Rough Ride

How did she get in this position...

Getting close with Motonari, an enemy of the Oda Forces...

And how did he, Motonari...

Get close with the Oda princess? 

Despite their better judgement, the two couldn't help but be drawn to each other.

After all, Motonari was a prominent merchant, and she was a seamstress who was looking for imported fabrics. Naturally, it was not strange how their paths had crossed.

What was strange was how when the other found out the identity of the other, they didn't... care. What was initially just a relationship between a merchant and a customer blossomed into a beautiful friendship, though that friendship could be on the rocks at the best of times. It was not something that happened overnight, due to how much Motonari distrusted people in general.

However, the princess was so open and honest about her feelings, that he decided for himself that she was a rarity, an exception to the rule, and that made her precious to him.

So, when his blood red eyes caught sight of a particular scene, he did not take it in the best of ways...

"Thanks, but I am just looking for fabrics," The princess awkwardly laughed at a very tall man, one that was clearly hitting on her.

"Then how about I escort you and your friends to Echigo? They have lots of beautiful fabrics that I know you would love. That way, I can also show you around," He gave her a naturally sultry smile. The man before her oozed sex appeal, if her friends giggling at him were any indication.

"I appreciate the offer, but we are just fine here in Sakai. We are looking for imported fabrics," She waved him off, though by the subtle way her body was swaying, Motonari could tell that she found the man before her attractive, a thought that burned something inside of him, causing him to grit his teeth in agitation. Who did he think he was, hitting up his princess? She was his treasure, the one who was the only unsoiled human in his eyes. There were plenty of other women, why did this tall jackass decide to hit on her out of all of them?!

"Ah, of course. Forgive me, goddess. It is only natural that you look for the best fabric around. Nothing would suit you more than something incredibly exotic," He continued to smile flirtatiously at her, as she went to twirl a lock of her hair. "W-Well, the fabric isn't for me... it's for my clients."

"Charitable goddess... you make clothes for others? May I humbly request a commission from your heavenly hands?" He asked her next, as Motonari threw his head back in utter irritation, unable to hold back his annoyance any longer. This flirt needed to back off from his princess!

"Hey, that is enough of that. If you can't take the hint that she is just trying to shop in peace, then I will tell it to you more clearly; fuck off," He growled as he stood defensively in front of her, which shocked the man, the princess, and her friends.

The man then merely chuckled at his rude request, though his gray eyes now held an intensity that did not match his calm and collected expression.

"Oh, looks like I hit a nerve. Last I checked, I am free to worship the goddess just as much as I please. If she was not pleased with my words, she would have told me so," He informed him with that same smile, before that smile morphed into a frown. "No one owns her, especially you." 

The flirt had a death wish, that was it. Motonari wanted to strike him where he stood, for daring to even say such a thing to him. But, in the presence of the princess, he thought better of it.

Instead, he merely turned to look at her, and started to walk away. 

"Come with me," He merely ordered her, and, curious as to what he was thinking, she followed, telling her friends that she will catch up with them later.

The princess followed Motonari until they were on his ship and in his room.

Once they were inside, he slammed his door closed, and caged her against the wall, smacking his hand hard against the space next to her, which made her jump in surprise.

Sure, Motonari was quick to annoy, but his usual annoyance was nothing like this. He was furious.

"M'lady, why didn't you tell that man to fuck off?" He growled, leaning close to the point where the tip of their noses were almost touching.

"B-Because he was just a harmless flirt. It was not a big deal!" She stammered, still caught off-guard by Motonari's kabedon.

"Not a big deal?... He clearly wanted to bed you, and those flowers in yer head were clearly swaying to his damn tune!" He frowned deeply, that burning jealousy taking over him.

"S-So what? Doesn't mean I am going to go sleep with him!" She frowned back at him, as he tossed his head back.

"I don't care! You shouldn't have been entertaining him, not when you have me!" He pointed out, as her brows furrowed at him.

"Motonari... Why are you acting this jealous? We are just friends..." She tilted her head, as Motonari merely cackled in response, showing her his signature grin.

"Just friends? No, impossible, m'lady. Any man with any sense, even if he has flowers fer brains, would not settle with that." He smirked, before giving her a look so serious, it made her breathless.

"Ever since you got close to me, I've wanted you. Were my past comments not enough to tip you off? I ain't no saint, I want to bed ya just as badly as that bastard did. Yer my treasure, and a pirate doesn't take kindly to someone stealing his treasure, savvy?" He told her with an intense look in his eyes, as she felt her heart skip a beat at his blunt confession. 

And all those times... she thought he was just telling dirty jokes to get a rise out of her, when all this time, she was getting a rise out of him.

"C-Crystal clear..." She squeaked, still quite flustered at the current situation she found herself in, before she felt his gloved hand on her chin. "Good. Then say it. Say, 'I'm yours'." He demanded, as she gulped down the rising desire that she had for the pirate captain at just how dominant he was.

She couldn't help it. Being like this with him... was exciting.

"I'm yours," She repeated, as he smirked in response. "Good girl. Now, do you want to get hot and sweaty with me, because I want to get ya in my bed, and now," He chuckled, caressing her chin so delicately, that it came in contrast with the intense, passionate gaze that he was giving her. 

She nodded bashfully at him, which just made him laugh more. "No need to be shy, m'lady. It is just us here, and what we do is just between me and you," He reassured her, before he sat down on his bed, and patted his lap.

"Come over here. This stallion wants to give you a ride you won't forget." He ordered, as she obeyed, and walked over to him.

She then sat down on his lap, going to slowly wrap her legs around his hips as their two bodies were suddenly pressed against each other's.

He chuckled huskily, admiring just how gorgeous she looked with her curious desire. A bit of a shy one, but my, was she so obedient, and he loved finally being able to be in control like this with her.

"Is this your first time, princess? I'd wager it is, unless you were a really naughty princess, heh heh..." He smirked as one of his gloved hands went to tread gently through her hair, as she averted her gaze. "I-It is...."

"I am glad, because if there was someone else, I would have to punish you. After all, you said it yerself; yer mine." He purred to her, before going to kiss a lock of her hair. "From head to toe, yer mine. Your lips, your hips... All of you is mine..." He claimed, using his other hand to feel her curves, which caused her to let out a few sounds of contentment.

"But, I have some ground rules. Don't be making too much a mess, m'lady. Before you get too excited, show yerself to me," Motonari smirked, before his gloved hand gingerly caressed her breast, which made her gasp. She loved the feeling of him touching her, of being close to him like this.

He knew from looking into her eyes that she was adoring his actions, so, rather boldly, and quite needingly, he stripped her quickly of her kimono, casting it neatly to the side, as if he practiced quickly ridding clothes in a concise and neat manner. Despite not liking messes, he had needs, and did he have them a lot, so he already perfected the cleanest way to get his needs satisfied, though this was the first time he would get his needs met with someone else.

"You are stunning..." He purred, going to use his hands to feel at her breasts, which made her mewl with pleasure. He was not particularly gentle with kneading them, but she did not expect him to be.

"No fair... why am I the only one without clothes?..." She whined with a cute pout, one Motonari wanted to kiss away, as he chuckled. "'Cause I need to make ya less shy before you mount me," He explained, as her eyes grew lidded, her hips bucking a bit as she desperately wanted friction between them.

"...That was what I was looking for. Good girl.~" He praised, before he quickly took off his clothes, which made the princess speechless. As if he wasn't handsome enough...

"I am not sure if you are quite ready for me. I am going to have to test ya first, see how yer body fits against mine." He clicked his tongue, oddly enough still wearing his gloves, as her eyes flicked over to his hands.

"...You are still going to wear your gloves?" She asked, as he blinked. "Why not?" He questioned back in reply, as she once again gave him a gorgeous pout that made him even more excited for her.

"Because I want to feel you, all of you..." She whined, as he needed no further coaxing in the heat of the moment. Whatever his girl wanted, she got.

"Is there anything else you want, besides me?" He smirked, as she nodded, looking intently into his eyes as she made her next request. If she wasn't one before, she surely was a naughty princess now.

"Make me come." She demanded, as Motonari shuddered at just how confidently she ordered him to do that. Who was he to disagree with such a tantalizing command?

"As you wish, m'lady," He nodded, going to use his now bare hands to feel at her body, as he quickly covered her lips with his own, going to very passionately make out with her. He had a very high libido, so he was hoping she could match his same energy, and was she, moaning delightfully into their kiss as their tongues soon after went to wrestle each other's. They were both driving the other absolutely wild with want.

Motonari then lifted her gently with his strong arms, only to position her sensitive bud against his tip, creating friction, as she moaned loudly at the feeling, her arms quickly going to cling to his body, which made him swell up with pride. No one was going to have her like this but him, if he could help it. She looked absolutely decadent, enjoying their bare friction, and he couldn't lie, he was loving the hell out of it too, groaning and shuddering in delight.

After a few minutes of this, he felt a slick sensation hit him, one that made him tense, as his lover cried loudly in sweet pleasure, parting from their intense make-out session, holding him tightly as she completely soaked him to the brim.

This was a foreign feeling. Feeling her bare skin was a foreign feeling, and he was not going to stop with just that. He wanted in, and he wanted in now.

After she collected herself, Motonari gave her a lustful smirk. "Ready to ride, m'lady?" He questioned with a purr, as she bit her lip, and nodded.

With confirmation, he then once again picked her up, and went to position her how he desired, though this time, she was sitting right on top of him.

With a light push, she was suddenly filled up to the max, her body trembling at the grand sensation of feeling Motonari, as she threw her head back and let out a pleased moan. He was so big, and she loved every inch of him.

He then started to thrust wildly into her, as she was left a blissful mess, her head feeling cloudy, and her eyes closing in utter ecstasy. "O-Oh, Motonari!~"

Motonari growled at hearing her call out his name so sweetly, which only made him quicken his pace, as he clenched his teeth.

"F-Fuck, you feel so good..." He groaned shakily, trying to keep his own head from getting too cloudy as he continued to snap up his hips. The two were obviously loving this, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing loudly across the room. They didn't care if anyone heard them, they needed to find their sweet release.

"I-I am gonna come inside ya... are you okay with that?" He suddenly asked his lover, who nodded weakly against him, his arms holding her firmly as the bed loudly creaked with each thrust he made.

"Y-Yer mine... all mine..." He groaned out, as he started to pepper her skin with lovebites, starting from her neck, and ending up at her chest, kissing the soft mounds of flesh as the two were very quickly reaching their end.

"M-Motonari... oh, Motonari..." She moaned aloud. What a lewd princess, she too did not care who heard the two. This intense pleasure they were feeling with each other took precedent, and they were all so close.

With one last buck of his hip, Motonari felt himself come completely undone, alongside his dear princess who clenched tightly against him, both their bodies trembling as they rode off their highs together.

After they were done, Motonari then gently laid her down on his bed, flopping next to her as the two were both hot and sweaty, and breathing deeply for air.

"W-Wow... that was the best..." He chuckled as he wiped away the sweat from his brow, as she nodded in agreement, the two instinctively going to cuddle the other.

"I-If you are up for it... want to go for a few more rounds?" He asked as he turned to her with a hungry grin.

It was true. He had a very high libido... But so did she.