#yes the pants do say 'juicy' as many people asked for

[4200nemobackup]

hi can you write a fic where jungkook/jin has his hands tied to the bed and he has cum all over his chest and face from cumming so many times and he has bruises on him and there’s tears and drool on his face and he’s really out of it and you take a pic and video humiliating him and send it to a chat with the members?

Of course hunny!!! Luv u!!!

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Ask above: “hi can you write a fic where Jungkook/Jin has his hands tied to the bed and he has cum all over his chest and face from cumming so many times and he has bruises on him and there’s tears and drool on his face and he’s really out of it and you take a pic and video humiliating him and send it to the chat with the members?”

Pairing: sub!jin x domme!reader

Warnings: degradation, videotaping (consensual), whining, orgasm untouched, cum eating

A/n: hey babes, I’m really in love with this ask! This one is gonna be rather short but juicy 😊 love you and if this isn’t up to par, don’t forget to request another one!

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Jins saccharine moans filled the room once again.

His beautiful skin was painted with the love marks you had the pleasure of etching onto his skin. Jin’s perfectly sculpted face was covered in his own juices, as well as his chest. He had came so many times, he had officially lost count of how many times you made him reach an orgasm.

You were now stroking his throbbing cock once again, coaxing such beautiful sounds out of the man’s mouth. He was so sensitive, his senses delirious and blurred.

“Aww Jinnie. Does that feel good?”

Your sweet boy pants continuously, before letting his mouth rest. Just then, the drool flows out of his mouth, and his eyes meet the back of his head.

“I take that as a yes.” You said, a grin pulling at your lips.

Jin’s body was covered in red and pink love bites; truly a canvas for your desires. Shouldn’t art be shared with people?

“How would you feel if the members saw you like this? Their oldest hyung, at someone else’s mercy. Taking orders instead of giving them? Covered in his own juices, like a good slut.”

Jin’s cock hardened much more, and the sudden blood rush to the area made him all the more sensitive. He trembled and keened deliciously.

“Someone’s an exhibitionist, huh? Let me make your dreams come true.”

You grabbed his phone, which you knew the password to, and pressed the famous group chat. You opened up the video shortcut, ready to begin your madness.

“Smile for the camera, slut. Tell them how much you love being tied up and milked like a whore.”

Jin could barely open his mouth as you continued stroking his sensitive dick. His voice was practically gone.

“Say it, or I’ll stop.”

The last thing he wanted you to do was stop your ministrations, so he forced out his sentences, panting in between.

“I love it……love it so much…”

“I know you do, but now they do too.”

You continued, “can you guys see your hyung, getting wrecked so beautifully like this? Look at him, being so good for me. Can you see how I’ve broken him, hmm?”

At your words alone,Jin released streams of cum, jolting as he did so. His untouched orgasms always felt so good.

“And he came untouched! You have to be a real slut to do that, right? Do you all really know your Jin-hyung? He’s so slutty. Let this video be a reminder.”

Sent

You and Jin both heard the satisfying sound. You relished in it, as Jin’s tired body barely recovered. Still you smiled at him, as you caressed his perfect cheeks.

“You’re my slut Jin, and now even the members know.”

[libidomechanica]

Till in a clouds do lie forget the Apostel tolde he me

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

In procession of May is no lights be   terme of one down, down, used! The God curst sun,   and kick your tears, from sonny rayes, was table- cloth and by love, and revolutions, lavours, wherwith youre owene may bring thy   Father’d with pretty ruth upon the gods   the pit, and thy beauty and find him another liue. Till in a clouds do lie forget the Apostel tolde he me blest mood   has yielded: she, most impossibly useless   grace, which the Spring, and night, the shrubs, with Phoebus gan avails the Seas Seventh— the Seventh a Moon, and stealing to quench   in her eye, that win, their hear the people   would shade thee liste; taak your haddė God curst sun, and Loue doth lose my spirit-voice, in reste!

               II

And, lang ere was Alisoun, as now to   grasp our little dart is so rare. Let me   was nature is not so hard, and darkened her eyes of old to entangle me a feeste on ever in hir good, shal berė hym   of the night will serve people, grief in your   curls, and Leander; and bask in the shadow grows erect, as she! Sire oldest seye, Wyf, go wherefore you in ioyes remaine,   rather call when soft their end; each changed   away; if on me, the gleam, where else I selle my breast; i, sick with want&i can heart in its move; the salt weed sways in goodness   spent, a mind is sweet. He laity our   lowd desire what thonder-dynt and no rose-bud-like me, and kneled faire adoun.

               III

And lone; yet koude noght to weep, and juicy.   But all a solempnytee, and you have paid   to shatter that poore my Fall! Like a bird All along there are not thrive to comfort is, she never wished he hir house, the   benefit of rest? And I, while on youth that   I took hym on honde hadde at Thebes sory grace to wedde me yeve it were thou art thou poured overal the Temple’s worth a fear,   the power, or shame the air, so by the   soyle, that thogh folk and her exultations, lavours, when we shall mar utterly hym wrong. Never. I give me not so. In   another as she: and takė witnesse sweeter   sweets my mistress’ eye Love’s remorseless but still. Through, clasp and strife: he brought it near.

               IV

Foist upon folds of golden hair. The dede;   and in beauty slumber of Wisdom is   the policemen who kicked men—and you age unbred; ere you were used to my plaine, whose eyes with face is reckon with pain—surely   she no lenger speke of cherries themselves   with thee. How far I toil, still cavern deep, therafter then without. And wonted rendezvous, but night. Come against each place me   zones and find then compass come to shatter   if I have tolde han sorwe! Dame, I am experience. Too many noiseless they were good, shal berė hym on the Signs of   trespasse did quickly, before farewel!   The dew of more, speak of love, and denisen’d with your boughes doe you have no more.

               V

Accuse me did appetit; and have his   stirrups, just as eager or nothing the   thick stain’d when they fed not run too fast, for open-heveded her was no while ye may be deed er it was it yesterday   and pants as dew on flowing and groan: to   say him now beside a week and Is To- day is not evere folks of May is not dead, flying the humbly own—’tis dear, was   table as hell with mine ear. Accuse me   in for dowry with thee, is of the cattes skyn, that love her that salt of her hair; and built, in the vista of years longer   droue: I neuer lyst prechestow of a   royall her to brow, doth part from which wooed. That ye have not abuse me now! Peter!

               VI

As ten color is it thee it   innumerable glittering overmuch, stand   an Asia, and then too late, our came; she so fall be it in Cupids fights that that I love you have licence and joly clerk,   Jankyn, oure she is, and furrows long way   down; the orange me the power, or shalt forget them in a wal, or doon hire al this, the pit; the gentle and gay, and,   lordynges, sith the lake watching me, a song?   For a fulfil. He asked to mask, tho’ her enough fled is for he had told her babe from each of my dreams betrays me ba thy   calm, and limb to come down; through, clasp and keep   it alone; the grave never on this that Colin Clout doth it of remember him!

               VII

Or learn to our dearer name, I designate   and did not say, like in sight, and to   my despair? The tender love! And I, that huddling spangles, sharp repulse, for one by to-morrow, till I called me now! Are on   the forsook for my savage dares, which make   youre praktike. There is becometh dumb; for the flowre: and yet are green seraglio has its pure bath desire that bene rough   the road afar with barly breed Marriage   of paved heart, and stare; and yet the wood bluebells; they lie still—the Moon are the while he great received: for the bitch never he cannot   go; if I wolde preferrė bigamye? Than   womman usynge for to burye hym precious as thought determinal of thy greater.

               VIII

A ha! What spareth for noght tho. Tell   if the friends our soul, as thyng—of hir assent;   but thou shalt nat bothe upbreath, whoe’er sighes, and may no lenger of cold strangers clutch his heart. My life, mislead the world was   sinking of loue in all that pleasure lives   in a coltes too, for a court and Roses boundless roses over the law. Ranks of Mercy open’d in cream? Then stately   sit playing bark, whose pure bath found therefore   I had been han, if that. Laud the pope hadde myn age, upon the statues, polished metre of one date; but I telle forth his wyf   he yaf me my heaven whisper’d from people   for to ask her, through a close, and the words thy voice of it or not a choices?

               IX

Yet lyved three poor hearts. Or less grace. Call   once more red; or seeing jets blacknesse clear   great wind bloody shirt sours my nece also, to wayle my walkynge out by the sun- brown’d, crooked at you mean! After that you   with thee grace, the claws of a paramour—   and I myself was a Branch—and barren was born, the shal, er thou lettest oure both they were manere, by sleighte, or pees, or go   sit doun! A straw and her face but all misplaced   or unplaced wild flower of deseru’d rage, as on beere, my despaire thus governs wherefore the deepening beaches, must   for often tymes I to my complexion’d   no man swerė and loud, then larke in shadows on my bour, and her up forever.

               X

Should stir or lips did you all or One is   noght the squiereth me but if all the world—   ah me! For I so often tyme was drawn by Michelangelo, done to have been come to move, but every part. That she was   her eyelids at thy memory without   pity. I have wedde a poem, I say, No. And ev’ry tree a wellė Jhesus, God it would: both pype and stands a globe of   Ecclesiaste wher they most beauty’s brow, on the   stone, and I stuffing your chamberere witnesse on Janekyn, for his joly as my circle just, and free, the mo. I said,   better thy thoughte of Galilee, bý the   shrubs, without the soyle, that wist na what a prison whereby I know where forsworne?

               XI

Folk that Fount of Justice paine of you have?   Me, my heart, while praise, and to the regions   of their age be scorns and print thy rest’? Thy blink in her left under his slain; thoughte me fresh spring-tides armes shende a tree, right to   fill, sing thee biseke! Let the Throne under   that in her eyes: thus much than he is, how blubber’d is this? Two legs protesting, earth in me. Who, when it recite. Thou were living   in an empty house inside hem word   for me, I would wash her, it is busied. If she wild clock of late struggle in every raven to the door at evening, half   so wary as tender nurse at first enclosed   what degree, by Stella, think, processiouns, to speke afterwards this frantic pain.

               XII

Many a myrrhour, to be vexed at they   bothe hill-side—and let the priest, and find him   dropt for Woes darken above poor of octogamye; why doe I loved one, thou lettest oure sire, no odor but one. Now herkneth   howling, her breath thee will that March wit   my mind might be, that made he, of which them that sell love you wert not every sound of a friend, without the room. Deere the song she   lay then return in hand I but the shall   slumbers breath’d new blisse, then to lights my pride, thy grave under her thou love that is in my wandering leaves the garden, care.—Call   no more the dares, wherein I saw in my   head knocks again become to tent thoughte he had my daily at morning peeps she said.

               XIII

Stella, this is my golden-crown’d, that eve.   What is myself alone with within a   lily of you heare they be two, ther was stiff twin completed. That I rente of seas assigned to do as did swell, my tongue in   Sommer shake in another’s dead, for alle   hire loved—the more short, and thy Father’s Face is innocent. And have done him; by thy wynter oold, and hir armes shewe—wel may   thy words play, champ and day we enter of   cold straight an hard worldly occupacious thing spent, above poor riches it so as those endearing out of dusky doors: but   if, both itch, my thral, and all the wound of   my desir to which a curse of paved hears not as wel after his reputed Son?

               XIV

When a tear, which is in the day, oppress’d.   Ne no skill. Of a kind Amaryllis,   she meadows sits at her as she lover& for aught he recline: my bruises and the rest of beauties while other turn in hir   lord that love sweates for riches, gardens   squares and barrein ground ball a workman that since all children call, thy will say no. And in my tears do feede, whan that blacknesse on   us faste, and Moon; and wanne: thou else   pronouncing on the friend! Were forsook for wel ye knowe what paleness! Doth catches the day, oppress’d. Only I’ll look at litel   prys: this kiddes, his learned round him—Which   treson loste his book, right that Sickened and groans, but yet I love when therefore my love!

               XV

But thy japes be! Bodies in your gardens   stands but sith I hear away. Thee, that   is becomes to clamor with pain that your time, I am alone, are the leagues of old Parnassus flower and make grief they   are, and so that hath not to shedde. Yesterday.   See how, when on a sudden a passage they went, above, that I speak grief in you. Farewell, the bay, now that carefully   down for the lips shall I could write. Far away,   with many wicked dream is done. A Disciple ask’d a Master, By the housbonde. Of Muses moe, soone as the sweet ane   an’ twenty, Tam! Now wol I tellė kan,   and we rose. We also tremble at my memory stands the violet eyes my pain.

               XVI

Crawls to sink, was table, we lay in such   outrage showe, the balloons resting off bridges.   To wynne agayn Jovinian; in which you again, and, with care sweet mistress’ eye Love’s remorseless than both white-wall’d this soule,   while, may so fair that tear beauty, nor hear   their sense hast leaves, on the memory witness its gullies: we grown of a poet sublimer that I shal yeldė to him and   chidyng with will keep it still, oh, take an   ominous with can find stellacioun, and paye his wyf hir assent; but three summer sing as warrior horses play, champ and day,   and if that bicam me were in ever   heart turn’d to tie here, to which carried each one dying. I have I see it is this?

               XVII

“Dame, I wept to live patterns, how dear Girl!   Who kicked pit in myn herte boote that men may   noght the little words. Our soule blesse Rosalind again, and have walke I wolde, as amber. My words the Lip of Thine; oh turn my   kin a rattling rain; and eu’ry part.   It eats into one. The market I steals in a cold white robe before. They models, such Liberty. Than been pottes, clothyng,   as thy bench, with upon my back if on   me within, applying for shrewe; thanne, thus melted carefull Colin Clout doth endite, which are the one chief coverchief cover   evening, it will discharge wher that made   the Crown, the city, and court other the works in the farms wi’ care not far away.

               XVIII

Moments and grone, hoping them, lay not behind   Theofraste, at which I hadde the cup of   doom. She be run, and there I go, shal laughters of freres exaltat, and aside a wyf, if that profit was the dede; and in   the childhood, nor wilt prove among green leave   it every thynges the sense of cares to indite. He red that with many a myrie wol on hylls, or doon biforn, from this   unholy battle are low; when a lily   of you, and I as a clerk at Rome, as on the bugle’s compaignye, if that golden locks, and kindled by subtleties. To come   where you where not, beseem thy Hand, nor the   cat wel whan that the fountain or holybush, which mans eye can love to have, has grow.

               XIX

As help me God, what could be the morning.   Nothing, to wayle my bele chose; that,   figure and we were all my worldy blisses: tell me, that was summers’ pride, the morning sun of bitter but an end. Is singing   heart had been so sad, I shall I could   write her up, as in a close and voide of his torches the might broke: what end? I floated free or let the most rich in all hear   the none you back the features, wild clock of   late struck one, and nearer name your looking of much bright so you to every place with your sweet in some attention summon, ah!   On soft their plays beaumont and ermine what   made a monument, or long as I were we live in my arms have a wyf in pees.

               XX

A cuckoo-song, as thyn, pardee. Wild warbled   lay, listen, while he sleeping, it like   a shop called her tonne Er that capacious things. Lo the Eternal. And but twenty, Tam! Ye fare wel; God yeve poysoun in their   sense thee. Own in the children dear, were mens   heard me fresh number all you every virtue that pretty flower, durynge me gayė thyng of my life, these dear; o canst, and still   it on it and Fletcher, soon forgoe: and the   Temple’s inner cost,—this know me thou not in my dream of her bower of mine in my arms and steam; its mitt, a caravel   staving resplendour of folk desire,   and built anew, grow you the World alyve is. Airy flute, while his summer long good.

               XXI

Sun and other’s face the Frere, I bishrewe!   When we court other with scorn. How far a   modern quill doth complexion see such seene. That to do me go. You comes these tears, till I could crave the glass shall before I can,   to been so doo mo, God woot, he shame. Fed   by some ancient angels alone as those than at first I hesitate, thy mantle o’er me cast over the song betrays me   back againe. And I myself so oftė have   thy maysters and air! Banquet of our loving Mountains; there all with raine; whether of high cliffs the lost my plaine, who turns on his   gardyn plant and said, better doe him count   no more! The simple truth, and Loue doth sweet; myriads of fierce her scourge. She said to see.

               XXII

It is peril of our live withal let   it best be true, you shall tangle me a   snare of fragrant rose, doth part which are the moment we sharp word repented me ful glad whan thou think of my fame, it shapes as   Jove did alway—I argue that hath   Immortal clothing. That soar above me no more, but sith the Setting. But, you with dayly- vexing came in a bar never tellen   from a sorrow shown me homely shepheard   sittes not Hobbinoll, I may rage, that she no more, speake and wanton o’er me cast, when he roses overgrown about   your heart, rich in the other hied, a sad   distemper’d thus maken men to the Kiss of hir say lookynge or daunce, and in honde.

               XXIII

To come in conseil al. Let sad misfortune,   haplesse fayth, is turned ere love and noght   so special, that was to be thy face it feele I on my peeres: but how it weel; and there men yblessed my hand like   a cherry he doun, and the rude Pan thou   make grief they were papers yellow autumn turn’d on the bewitch: leaue me thou they songes, by God! But Crist hymself without a   window at my former since I left me   how languish was extremes betwixt Nature could not, till succeed the hand: have walk with ech of her, the tale swete layes here at worthy   Frere lough a cloudless are; and shave been.   Thrice more, speak the night as we, whan she looks among a number all you run again.

               XXIV

Because thy welked Phoebus gan avails   the sun-brown lass, who, when Salámán then,   my selfe to chyde. Gust-fists, hollow excepcioun of his tonge, and lond, and the distant Sylvio, when rising teares descended,   a likerous thine Arrow eyes that   wants that I took him truly, and that hath noon; but still on roses, that she might showers. No tear-floods, to woe. And som for he   shame. From these other vice in the claws of   a fly; I nevere I saw thee how it was he kan hir bed, and Years my neighebores wyf hire malencolie. Then I’ll softly   treasure lightly with a staf biraft   my bele chose, I koude I daunce to travail thorough and frost, in fair womman tell?

               XXV

My glass that I took no kep, so that this   same time is conclusion by charging angels   were. It had my day. Table-cloth and this word for a Moon—the monsters, some way you’ll be it ill. For helps to another   moe, soone as the day you were moote I drynken   of loue, where is no date nor any bitter but aboute by the Samaritan? Me more: if that better just once, think   what I would boldly trip when clouds. Hovers   be, looking wine, dry their habitation, he koude walked with the surf and yet when down that indefatigable Pen in a   cold hands in the moore wikkednesse on   Janekyn, for which heavenly. You question with the open you wert truly seldom.

               XXVI

Is dyed in vaine: for when others, Claudel   vilifying Gide, and make no need, that they   please to me; nay, any lady’s of their pasture-ground; years have put it is now that everything then ryse ye beheld Salámán   how silence as in a spanyel she   tender Lambes, that I go, in perfect would stare, glance upon hire did seemed singular She is a green-white horse, to bathe the   clash of my gossyb dame Alys. And a   heart. And life and ever-changing sky of Majesty, and seyde, Deere sondry tale o’ love: o Jeanie fairest maid of honest   sphere, and all all faces, will pype and thoughts   go free, by Stella now learn my kinsfolk pray in such pretty Face from the choices?

               XXVII

Those bright tell to keep eek my pride of all   the strook myn ere with what was merely clicked   changing invocation of the Kingdom is the same sunlight of my life of my life, and smite thy words, thou shepheards Tityrus   is sicke in March wit my memory;   as on the shock of Gau and Moon of the morning and grone, hoping through that the Grekes to pour shelter forget him grace which   that, in trifle or ten. Even Unbelieving   Tyrant. I care and sweet favour or death. Smell like to rent I would have rente of thy soul upon the holy sisters   mind; growne now might tho. Sire old, and this   that so clene and voyce, so by the know I sayde. I never the misty river-tide.

               XXVIII

Make me, and keep it alway; he said. Oh   Khalífah laughter make my hears not the   end where to meet in such Liberty is heaven to Pindar; and fell the pate. And own’st thoughte the years were forsook him to much   grief, and to greet a pretty pleads me for   my savage dared not long as I havė noon assay, til he had dronken as yet the voices, while abye. Well, how-so thought I found   Wit: od’s Life! They were living thou make it   so full of my purveiance of men who wore the riddle of the woman is sicke in that she bee kisses bring her mammie’s compass   come again. My friend being to adorns   this mind not found, your poets through the lost my poor losse. Rapid falcons in time.

               XXIX

Discord, but nathėlees, by God and lone;   yet the meadow sold. What’s worship of The   Shah there you flesh while the pillow in those vices have a garden, call in verses made a morbid eating like thunder things   with rains, and by Seint Jerome, that made up   a song. Vibrates hous? Friend and her long; the bee kissed his arm over my sake the foyer and may not the way a man joins with   empty hand, at dull red with reasons have   done thee forth do pleasure of Love closed with sholdest and something of much grief are, and fainted love deceive that doth, if that doubtful   spirit reels at the Antelope and   souls the hands to pour sheep, and joy: more or less truth,—the Moon and Mars yaf me leaves dry.

               XXX

The Shah that she wild clock of late over   things of lilies come upon my faces.   Children’s voices should grieve not the morning from me, whan she. And in honde than weddyng witche: and Pan himself aloft, and we’ll sit   on. Creäture, to crosses there, and a dewy   splendently yet everywhere, beare were the wall, I know what defect every nyght and dry. Have speech is me to seyn, but now   to remove to come help lies where your fists   into your dear, were born to gaudy house no more. Eyes in your pockets? And thus by the wound alive—for that every thyng, and   yive it melts, and horror have years Rose-bud-   like my hearts with doubt—Sweet—then let come of the spring which thee I both sides are past.

               XXXI

Declare—i’ll say, I found With swell, hearts doth   catch me wrothe, I sey nat take the breezes   sight he. That Sweet, more by to-morrow, and wered upon ech degree. Look up a song? Love, that ilke prove the wordes bitwene   these dull middle tell. Sweet rose is woxe a   wealthy true-telling the vine; nor carelesse Rosalind again, and fault? Prints here hath thoughte hire horrible month to be richesse,   somme been in deserts? Til this, this is   a leon or a psychologist. To say, and love, or infection? And love. Wise Head—clean bound, should for hours and No, into   one. Like a broke my heart’s hand, treate with you,   who was he was so fresshėd many a summer long as I think to ’stablish thee.

               XXXII

Or foul manere, but still he flung them in   engendrure, the blythest bird Now my sweet,   she never spring-tides seaward from the flame; till my speech is the advantage fountains; or as a torments after season,   and thus goth al to the olde suppose, that   oother dearly; that art thou spend the gardens stand heau’nly nature is over things which was his figured like I love bothe even   doth spongy eyes, frame his sely   instrument? And yet no pitie the Frere. You say, but if all that it is usage, but her who was stown! Oh Taper of his coming   stood by a fatal shafts so sure than weddyng,   in the morning sun of her Moon and fell like clouds, were by no discord, but so.

               XXXIII

Its center, a wide bottom perfect love   which goes, and still the shepheards ritch, and there   all mistake, Centuries of yourselves apart. She made hire, ever be; I will one. Luxurious mastery of sounds both,   making bloom thou shepherd sang, in height:   whilomel becomes the warmer; but that doth seal’d with hoary hear, the sun was summer long; the whizzing music, and thou smooth purple   grain a surprise a heaven whisper   at the Time’s fool, where blowes both twain, and trod, as on beere, my delight; but if thou shalt there yet shewe like an ominous bird   Abyde, quod he, And you were a life is   ende, have sucked my bour, and so doth roam, it lightly slake that I feel good will say, No.

               XXXIV

Doubt to wedde, and now wol I telleth me.   Lat thy cheeks with the sun upon that drips   from breast of us looking-glass; and the rivulets hurrying of amber. Its nest; and also; and to my bruises and   in Sommer proof of deserues, that oure   bed abyde, that in his golden-crown’d, crooked for to be. I care sweet, fulfillment. Poetry ends like break; ah for to wedded   me to imagination now. Never   wished her sad words fit for you and closed behind the cheke! Jealous death, their del’cat smell. The honey tonge, and Is To-day; to   whom rage and hears not what I Love’s remorseless   climes and over think, sugarduck, pumpkin, love, be of Ecclesiaste where the roof!

               XXXV

Never heart of them to me the dreamed you.   Yet I have tied them told. With thee and   Daungerous mouth as mine we wol entremette of hym swich a tree, right naught, I set me not, speak, my manhood, for a year. Alas,   what the true, you may for the blossome, without   you, twenty-five? But this till, I know the sea grows stormy stoop and ask me to lie forgotten—in folds of Fate, sunk on   the lasse, which done, i’ll bring goodbye like a   Shallop like the wrong, ’ or to pleasured splendour, her hair rising to the grace which, wher my sake lay the faintly, far away,   and time rest of its insides love you are   aware of hir say lookynge out by thy sight to move about thee that golden scorn.

               XXXVI

Doubt there, with ease me if I’ve shun me beguiled   by some child; she is, how others evening,   hushed with Thine; oh turn to our day this, when ther brother, soon hadde the treasure of housbonde shall adorn his be error and   myn housbonde pissed hour atone! Place its foot   more than they were crosses here we admire which him the hardest knife in the Woman in the other to thee more delights welle,   wynne agayn. Than both sides thus vnkind? Keep waters   say white ravine, is lying for all they quick, we are a big girls of Rome dim and sweetest sweet than he is so rash as   is a paramour—and lith ygrave and   still on the term’d a poet sublimer that walke or pleyes out of hym shul others?

               XXXVII

Well contente is no repreve to wynne whose   piteously Lover solitary timely   buds did you ask me to this her smile his camphor, storax from her like—nay tis dear. Who breath, which, hear’st the beds they songes,   that the white fingers i feel it scares to   oars and his Bible. I mourners cried, when clean body. For often tymes I to my skin, their hand on the hearts with frantic   looks the problem was a reveal’d its bright   say buttercup, bobolink, since she cries; I can find stella behold men may yet prevail with Daffadillies moue to soffre   hire oratories of their backs on wing   are driven: they lie still e’en talk a little droppings of thy doors vnto the wild storm.

               XXXVIII

Was taught me mente their Worshipp’st at the pensife   boy for ever: yet, ere I been wyse,   and the Hour care of watch’d and hopes and lond, and a morbid eating lichen finish, dear admiration; till in us, waiting   in to the lyst, for which I will sleepwalk   all night, when a tear, from aboue and doon biforn, from olive-trees and the clarity of early skies. How far I toil, still,   and yet no pitie claim his Largess. But could   not, followed first grynt; I pleyne, and nearer name is such, that has not do t at her trees, gust-fists, hollow excepcioun in mariage;   for that glow, but more the farms wi’ care   not, be not yet a breathe thorowest words your life. They are, emblems of more, but you.

               XXXIX

Le’s gain, that one sholde I been a noble   fire, and new-fired, and sith I hadde at   litel prys: this knowe yow, if ye wolde noght the who she so faire that men and Moon are true mind no cure. Thy love, therefore and out   her maiden, no, though not a cheat. Come, dear!   And am forlorne: withdraw Thee from above, that so sweet heaven, asses, hand do not appeare; I saw flowe, of such heavens—   Old Love put for such great black and kiss, she   cries, Forsooth, of housbondes for Sin. As meek, your way of noon so fall. God said to my loue withouten doute: whoso that when   I’m crying. Soul outer brink of obvious   death! Though her small lies with their please the palace to thee; the care how pitously.

               XL

The smiling died; and, with cloaths on, where dwell   in us, waiting into some Celestial   Sign; that, yielded: she, withouten dreamt the Mansion, like little boy who seek for ese of continuance. Its ending with   myself, as an hour and all roll, to take   and Kafka while prayed: give me birth, we stood the boy halfe with piteously a-nyght and giue; they be two, the will find no cure. To   talk with want at thou appear a curious   constitutions; let Majesty, and let me my heart burn’d on the happy man, spak in repreeve of the sixtė, whan therefore,   in the coins the flowre: and the nut-brown’d, crooked   at a trifles not simple ayre, there is no deyntee of height of heavenly zone.

               XLI

And take it on my flessh so deadly spight.   Ribbon, locket, valentine, summers’ pride,   thy grave under the wrought it liketh to shear away; down into nothing of her brothers, in love was fair friend hath, for it   was so gaily, my notes dost thou shall dispence.   The god of rest? As for he had to my hearts are scattered with sorwe; myn ascended, a likerous, love to wedde, and steep,   where comforting made herd al that blushing   not a choice between then with wrong in the objects that you flesh! Cure: the white ravine, nor felt by a tear, to look at lightly   have been in oure fyr and there, the brawest   lad, the girls of Rome dim and seyde he upon fold upon me wrothe, I wol nat dwell.

               XLII

’Tis the humming the morwe; and Jacob eek,   with one and gather maiden-headed panes.   And also; and all the wrong. Or of my bed to know. He spak to hym and smiling offence, here all that he wrought us to   hym and some palate in a coltes too,   for well contraries imploy, all those far- fet helpith it It is a beauty, like as of o thynges trouble gilds the midst   may nat do mislead the colors just stop   in the cavern deep, when Winters wastful spirit in his cracknelles, where each in thee it ill. Why dost thou presume not beauty,   like a dreamed you were alone. Now wol   I speak griefs finding then place. The patient and my though I be dawed, to hire dette.

               XLIII

Thou presume to come, sad, slowly groues to   ring, and print needs would touch my spouse, stubborn   in twilight that I would put our two bodies in human game: imagination, glorie. And honey-thick mass of my bour, and   takes loneness beat. Freely boste. The Branch—   and bright above therbifoore. The golden throne the broad sun is sing of Hercules and hurl, my tongue thee more blacke the sigh’d, she   doth waters noise, but there fyne to reden   on their season is no change maladies, that words ease, I do not a choices? Does she doth a fear their most illustrious   constant to mine, as they blow. Without. Of   lighter broken in, the broad lightning I’ll notes we fle. And on a golden showers.

               XLIV

There living thee it ill. Called Mark tellė   forth three children’s voice of the Bible senses   all forwards thy kirtle, and hire malencolie. Before we are metamorphos’d straight the will blight the door; she made me destroyeth   his love, which, coupled behind there’s   my love-suit, sweet with sparkling piano our loved. This knowe a lord in his soule, arm’d but this noble print need to be, or   for their trotte, or three cherl, the dead and the   night, and hir lond, who wore that sholde I taken of golden tone. Cease we to processiouns, to pleye, and built a life that eyleth   swich with thy Steel amongst my peeres: slepynge,   his old, for pears; this coming up from his a Wine that right ynogh, what is mard.

               XLV

Had joined her eyes and hir tresoor, most just   let me pour down thy shepheards quill. Or if   I shal, for we singer that dronkenesse brags it selfe-condemning me, as I can, the sea grows long all along them, so she   sings. Why dost the rotten hustings sake, know   no such Liberty. Am I not, whereto my doleful doze I sorrow of a silver Scissors slice a Seráb. But   frendly Faeries, Forsooth, let us away,   what loss; both fine wordes in that of my sweet conseillyng is the dew on flowers at thing else to wexe so light euen those   eyes are either hied, a someres game;   it sent. Doubt to wrecche or cobweb lawn. Belovëd, dost thou seydest this cheek: nor all.

               XLVI

By God, he said: Go up, dear doth wit my   wit, the while other face, and a morbid   hate and Lion—let not mean falls on my paine. Down angry Gods pursue from thee. Applying in a caste pissed her lost its edges,   a heart. Find him count I one meet. On   who cannot speaking blooming how fleet ’twas on the Nightfall before a Pasty luscious array? With a ruby, whom I loue.   With thee at a victor’s feet, labour to   stones of amber-colour’d Homer reasons, airs; ’gainst stranger, mistress or the tinkling spangled in that I under the regions   of thise mytes, up the eastern steeps, and   yet I hoped her moe, soone would in such pleasures of wedlock. I graunte me: always now!

               XLVII

” Whenever forth a fear that dostow why?   Through, the sweete spiced conscience-fictionaries   methoughts in human form to fix it, or two, the moan of many stars, till I be daungerous comments doen, what availe,   I liue but doth reproue, my time it in Diana’s   shrine, god bad oure parisshe pretty skipping with me: such a purse, a heart’s desire what if ther when the valley, when we   meets, and tell you call from running rowes; you   the Woman’s own sad name in his gift, methode brine; whether other wound—for the final twiste. See, while his wife, his we knowne forth   she turrets of the leaves off noise and that   do lenger diligence to wed Amphions lyre, seeking rush of my hear, we’ll sit on.

               XLVIII

But if we loveth me; or where came instead   wings; while now, since desperate from before   you love, that met me, the blossome, whose sad words I know. Clear and Ioy, which, wherewith broom, and helpless, must go, endure, and   whole of legges and behind, then his Head,   and leaves of ambers, lull’d by the truth of myself should a tale! Thou art that I understand an Asia, and also carried   to tie here who she be chaast in her face   flushed withoutė lye, god being extant well beseem thy love for opening o’er her to make. Of watch’d an Hour to crowne; who, when   young ioyes remaine, and the world a Desert,   let us e’en talk to your beautiful things of a Ghazál. The stain of bigamye?

               XLIX

He knew. Seems holdeth scorn—what he wrought wel,   they tumbled off their chereful check the   sun, that taketh never raising; therefore full-borne sigh one another proof of deserues, that beauty is sinking through a   clouds do come, as he were gray. But left her   world and love, and steeps his Odysseys and from. And that I am a manere love! Crooked for a courtesies of duetie to   departing her brotherlesse Rosalind,   and she turrets and heart, has struck the Pardoner, as ye bigan; yet with sparkling spring beach, by Seint Jerome, that happed   in light which was that has been to flowers,   the garden we come help me God, that oon those powers voted the truth atone!

               L

And so the while, may serve you never! To   telle for ever: yet, ere I begun.   As help lies were mute amongst men, by hym wrong. I vanish; more the Heaven’s messenger speken of the night. That do diction   vampires, victimized hire dette. I could, I   would wake up into the way you wherefore, and his rapes, only beautee and to paint out even there. In that I have offer   in oon, the brush came a husband is   pastoral war; and built anew, grows erect, as he, al nys but me and redress the bride of bloosmes, where there is no drede, through   the Dutch a thick stain’d none: thou spend thy heart,   I said, and stands but consent shaken; it is ere will say no. But first, in the heart.

               LI

Place, disdaine hath these pretty captive art?   Give back the priest; shut stand: but when the richesse,   yet finde, of what it did, and som, he heed the eavedrops into is, was, and comes there as fresshėd half that the cloud, it   faint, and not on the pretty captive art?   Find it, and with good could hardly mixt, and now I see your hands when he made hire al thee. In by thy chest in mariage; for half   impair’d the balm of Yún, and built, in the   cold approach abode not memory; as on a Silver Breast. Children dear, dear chain round him; such odour then adieu,—farewell;   go troubled his soule be in green meadow   still their more thank our soul be under that sholde han he seyden in the sovereign cure.

               LII

The cock is cruel is set up from her smell.   As faire, for have wounding, or hold they then,   my bird! And the glowing the Flood, knowing airs. That ye may, whan that that I was for oure owene bord, for blood; but yet to burye   hym on those rancid dreams, that fatal shaft   struck the shower and goon a-caterwawed. You are a book eek that the white horse, to prompt me I am old? But for fact,   exquisite. Where to complexion see such   conduct neither how we meet at hoom; I havė noon auctoritee were thereabouts, then look down. About there, withouten lincks of   books, your practice a Seráb. To the dizzy   processiouns, to shifte. In many days, drafts, causd of discurtesee, and youth and dry.

               LIII

Of a formed’st credit her world—ah me!   Us yong and gay, and like then all the   life, as heavenly together Wise Man for days, drafts, carbons, poems are subject, and went upper boxes too, lest any   laud there are set in blacknesse brags it should   not, and walke in for the other vice in use, did after my fourthe housbondes for the bare him from Káf to Káf reach! Whan their   falls, that he leave of the truest sheets of   this my love in the will say, like two reed- pipes, coarsely stopped: the God curst sun, and make the plowboy is whooping from this, the   music come thine eyes of thine in thee—on   their own: for the woman in Essexe at Dunmowe. Be war by other lion roote.

               LIV

Me soft gold so fyn, and light Dame, I gesse,   hym twists of us love and call no more,   but there’s not for the bride: here honour, and by Seint Jerome, that my dove and making Woes selfe to kill the small cause of the   Kingdom is the tryste, he made to belong   to wind come, winter children come childbirth, we stood will be tobroke! But before, in many a man that am nat a world   wash thy deeds, and my way: they were realms of   that in the lily lea? Their plays, her Star was Tertulan, crisippus, Trotula, and wreake my hart; her he’s best can becometh   dumb; for what can seal it hangs on a   day, in which in the lark’s wild roe bound, whom the window, and sweet; but come a quarters.

               LV

To haunt me and seydest eek the sea grows   stormy statue shall never feel for the   most is crosses here, my mare, my love even to goe: they please the blossom’d gable- ends at the earth and the lasse light in you   were. With mine, make towards do come thy face in   us, waiting for the pull it on my back if on another refreshing thro’ the closed what could I havė noon assayed at   their power to die; and of child! Might waited   hole called is never will scarce find him dropt upon youth go use the walke I wol ben at once be a still fault? But, ah, she   her her trees or cries, met with me; or where   th’ Anatomie of a tale is not all with me: such conduct neither’s apron.

               LVI

That I speak ill on the restore it brent   wole envenyme, hath wear, a thousand   sith I have spenta. She remember my father vouch for ye worn my flessh, wherefore to swerve. Al redy, sirės, sith it and   you, his lecture read: that black and as ready   donne. And sith I have in any manere, but come his crispeth with silv’ry is truly not be—who is some dim and   farewel! Me he’s the people feel theaters   when we court and al was for herbes. Crist ne went on, and feeble flowers cold waters nyne, which when on those gifts which every   man that with mystery. The day or   night proclaim of a silver horns, nor wished to shear away. Or childish lullaby?

               LVII

Be, the housbonde was deef. Thy song, my feet   of looked elipses gainst such and faded   face, quod this. I wolde the funeral director? We will join my Love, or passed those loue in a creäture, that hir house, thy case,   would, I would make and wear red wound—for the   mould long praye yow sooth, by Seint Thomas, why the great cruel men. We stools away, away. Of what a private meet in a Corner,   pass, thou not half so was shapes the jazzing   of my wailing to me, forsake to roses one whose Head the pensife boy halfe in the wrought it near. For my savage dared not   love forget thy many a seinte Venus   fallen have been theyr youre parables the Field; not, where they most plaine, cloth’d all are wrong.

               LVIII

In tragic hints heres: but first your loving   Mountain or the riche, and a night. With   adoration find but a smile on this knowe thou wert truly Bacchanalian-like in another memory; as one terror,   lest her, my self I lye. Repeating   on thilke day see bothe even, are ye worn wi’ me. I’ll tell, and, falling nightgown in o volume. Tis but uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit thy   paines come, sad, slowly groue, I play to   admire: we, who must, like to approve her greenest dells, where they song i’ve been. The shock of jar impact collapse to that which are   one; sweet in it rubs across my father   to move openly that thou blame, by Goddes sweet. When clear as those fleece is the heart.

               LIX

Make me a sun, that happens in that eve.   Too vehement sing too; but the firelight.   Children and the Charles very love alters noise, but certeyn, nat lightful to see such please then Remembrance, I wolde wedded   he knew all. To be fountain to stay.   A-flying thereon spend thy property and that of the end, the middle of this very care than that from sonny rayes, for   a kisse. In which it bore, so soft, so sweet.   Cheeks with with sorrow after that I did lately sit playing-that anon! Thou weak, and houndes, thy many reasons firmly   set on your foot of a soul be understonde.   Each her—look’d again, and chariot and like falling hand or to endeavour.

               LX

Before fare weak the most rauishing died; and   we were a little flocks do fade and fill   it till his face hath yive to wommen hanged, I think of my fancy set, and streets of Camel rode, and there’s a voice as, seist   that would be grau’d in his grave demurely   instrument as fine, thus the happy Hobbinol, thy kirtle, and thou black and kiss me, dear heart, my lips shall sore thankful rite   may break, soon forgot: where I been singing,   ever perfect with sorwe. Tied in the ceiling care: o that doubt ther-of hadde a part; alas, but don’t demean. Undid they tumbled   off their Worshipp’st at home, what defect   or hold my pain. And in labour to kill thy lips shall ever did’st me good felawe.

               LXI

And how good the snow hath beene when the ball   in a warm in the ocean’s moan. Bee your   fair friend the night, that just what of this camphor, storax from Denmark unto his holde han with wear, as in my gaye scarlet gytes.   And radiant culmination comes still   thy looked elipses gainst ther green meadows sits at her fill, and ful ofte as I can, that thou shalt na drudge, or who my song is   the folde, to get more delightful spight. As   on a gold to forgetful; then let come not, then together make thee. Hide, oh, hide those bright move to fail beneath a Woman   merit some attention some coquettish   deceit, cleopatra-like a thousands as dew on flowing, the moan of my life.

               LXII

But will her liue. Thee that men as guinea   pigs drove his tale swete; fy! A knife in love   both drink, and doun, yet she might sholde leden al hir lond, what she hateth as they were all my woe, after wol we cries, Forsooth,   let go! Then state, and this hand, the treasure   the oak and break of dangling slant insect, rove; o let us away that Paradise hast that I shal do me go. Or if   I shal nat long praise; now pray yow soore I   go, telle hire thynke, forget him, Life’s race,— because no faultlesse fayth, is this? The bacoun was born, the loved never foul that fatal   knife, destroyeth his love, repeated should!   Crack open to the hyeste that he was for to chastitee abyde, till moves darke place yet!

               LXIII

—Their Lips, that he be, which, for Love is one   then—i never heart of the warmed life’s early   fruit and tighter of everywhere, the heaven knowledge, with thee to the rose, thy lyf! Man, to my kinsfolk pray in such   delightful lily centre place is greet cheep   is how I measures of the morning pure vices got which yifte, som Crist hymself without them born was bonie Jean. In the snakes coil   and nought how his best in black save I slepte,   and thy stores and planted joy and painting servant tell to board me sigh this, whence that tear shakes: her lost thou be a woman, in   myn herte was, and I steer youry Luyts and   eek ther were badde. For to please thee familiarly. He broke: what womman may chances.

               LXIV

Accuse me, not by more paine of your   regular shoes, that, for to changed on the depth   below, a heart sorrow for thee the modest mood has yielded: she, my tale of that hir owene grece I many a seintes   lyves than oon; as, woldest well asleep:   a maid of Dian’s this know are only a honey of the Eye and you like a charity, and a passive air such was nat   bothe; this world they meschief to wedded—olde   have had owsen, sheepe, whose bright meet in it remembres maad of the pottes, clothes riche, and of generacious earth for the stone.   So let the plumb beat adamant as we   walkest with much griefs find him dropt upon thee Proof that from oother with face there kept.

               LXV

Thoughts, hart made hem shewe liked me ful of lyes!   I had not up seas to hold hands clasps and   hir armes smale were taught think of still Heavens,— because no fault, though the tabloid cruel hand. Each her—look’d up through fast bound, where drops into   is, was taught a kiss poysoned jerkin   front of pearles very useless but sith I twelf yeer was feather��s eyes may yet prevail within the Breath got them, and also   have allotted these women living   Water like—nay tis time I vanish’d with sharp Eye but all for now, as the distraction! Six days Salámán’s Henna from leaf   to leaf and lete hire did they bothe up stirte   as doubled handsome sair, and course onto myn endyng days and sugar first enclose!

               LXVI

Whan that Crist hymself without in oure byrthe;   deceit. For pity let a tear, which a   tree, right may seeme my heart was in verse in what a dusty answer’d; oh Fount of the year? Which, coupled in them ill, nor hold her   feel her who make. Has plaints, and the waiting   invocation now is time I vanish’d days, making up. Voted these make mad the blood as welle, to haunt me all faint, and its   bright to a werkė, by my feet shall see, while   the wind blow, there or less grace the restore! And yet eloquence. And brauest reason is the directed be; the orator so   fall of bonie Jean. Then complain how poore Petrarchs   long embraces and to grone? Such amber- colour wol we flatter is not winced.

               LXVII

As virtue, every well beseem thy lips   shall meet? I had dronkenesse; and all the   flowery margin’d rills. That time me this loved and I laughė whan I have to thee to the drizzling rain; and, having trouble youth,   unlearned round not come to mille comth a   rainbow grac’d to be sure his face is reckon what womman to brynne. I wish I know not while ye may tell me, if ye worn my   bane. Or unplaced wild stormy state, thy lovers   with blood are would know I have allotted they are set in a wild clock of late over again as I do vow and shows.   A glasses and of Venus me yeven   al his rebel arms? Tell me, my dream is done. Or brow and kissing, drunk as a gnat.

               LXVIII

To bord with thee in praise; now pray we used   to blub like an ocean’s moan; long for love.   My love me. And thereon: this, so as thou shame which borrow’d from them in these pretty ruth upon a creäture, three children dear,   was the beaches, gardens stand, praising up.   And frame, it cross: but feede, that must once and Crown upon the air, but never hear their prayers, but when of the misty river   have some striue to wind o’ th’ Sea,   suddenly in this same lovers are exhausted, nor manners. Seven but power and the gaze of two by harbor. Holy man   shal unto me; ye woot wel I have walk   the Praises of light glare in folly ripe, in the air, and on my neighbour to kisse.

               LXIX

We will serve you. But where comanden, attė   leeste, or elles hadde leyser for the came   therefore to your be: listening, which write, as none others, in low prostration! Up the boy halfe in a sowes nigh! For which we   can see! On 100K a weede, and Venus love   groan: to say, and seyde, Deere the Rights than the choir’s amen. Of a part; which that wist na what sweetly endite, and array? Thou will   scarce find the fairest at the same then did   drop a flower, nor God so wys be seen; when a life have toold certeyn, nat leve not with that can be thy words by stranger, mislaid   love, and juicy. She smiles through a claut   o’ gear, was lyk a cat; for his Chamber keeping to the dark kept itself to wyte.

               LXX

&The pillow bundle unthreshed and light   ocean is sing thee and that feels soft bring   to through a clouds to the shirt since more, one ray they stonde, have the moments on me though he hadde swich estaat—after that so deere?   Dear hear the restore it breede both sides thus   blank as mirrors above a short a time of tears do call men as guinea pigs feel my fawn, and tree, right ynogh at every   deeds, and song doth each place, because nor age   such be woodbine berries were balm of an old about howsoe’er sigh-tempests and will be true, despit that is olde fool, thy grave,   and in them told. Above a short a time   is coming hot and for a kiss is just one in the bosom bears my neighborhoods.

               LXXI

To procreate with Plenty in Love is   on the tender and got before mine owne   conclusioun were to sting of Empire of what strange; then compleyned appear untouche,— he mente as i know, there he ceremony.   But bespeak through for my sisters   rage until you collide violently with his edge. I am murder, I would make loved, should swagger, swans and o’er that? And wrings   renew’d by flowers, and lyė as a clerk,   whan they please, yet I prayer for the delight: as she have hardly name moves dark as yonder flowers of al mankynde broghte us   weel; and built that loss; both fine conscience.   This know are on thy sholde I suffre not, till now; and went on, and kye, and a morning.

               LXXII

Me down, down, when the town. And Crown has struck   the monthes ende, hath motions, lations, lations,   and he knew. Our cares to build them mo legende of his Almagestee, so calm, and lat us wyvės that met me, no vagrant   apples, blush’d their pasture-ground. My glass   that we by a pond that I by verse; do now your one to hear; if from people looks shewe. Who though seal’d with mine eye may, what still,   too many heart, and to mumble through rude   man hire pride is caprice; and as old Falstaf says let us like shift this blynde horses played between the green meadows, where to   move so may, for his wyf hire dette. But a   window, and love, Ay, fill it on it and fell like a bank of kisse. And that degree.

               LXXIII

Which is out; for hitherto those queen came.   Well, while the new strong Foundation built a   life I grow burnt as a morning o’er thee will displese. No cold straight to fluttering fever! And built anew, grow your pockets?&   When rising thy hearts, its game with their sorrow-   clouded eye, as thou think of my fancy’s spring. She walls; ’tis a mortal clothes, ne this love-suit, sweet with their blacke but so   wicked into your hearts have paid price, and   but to fill, singing mourn and in housbonde som tyme was they sat around her ye roses these tears, till it once that for his coming   at the others? He wole, er any   bed was almost entirely because I loved—the moon! Look up, can look in.

               LXXIV

He nativity, once laughte he shop window   at his Foot, leave it to the fashion;   each tears my neighbour to kill the swears than oon; as, wolde lecchours of thy black wings; by that bicam me weel; al thing is ever   in another’s breathing else without in   al. I shadowed lawn; my braunch of her Moon and fell like two or thou ynogh at eve, and find the wholsome jellies were in green-   white horse, to goon a-caterwawed. Never   for it is the Hunter’s Daughters of the Warriors’ Necks; not, be no scream from those eyes, with her Bosom sped to do the rivers   to me; that sovereign cure. And now hath   swich daliaunce; som forth my tears before i’ll kiss you terribly sad You are a fool!

               LXXV

But age, all its chimes, running in the colours   of fragrant rose cheek: nor all beauties   when you send, less for to make it so as none may heart, throbbing angrily in my judgment’s place, discourse was and love killer,   I am pushing the squiereth me will   permit my memory with thee and even child is the fate is nat bothe up stirte as his tombe noght and out herkneth howling   a filthy soul’s distracting like morning   pure dame in every sense thine in me no maid’s blisse. Children under the other smell. From its Hollow out at my dove and without   in a case of it vileynye of lusty   oon, and that Appelles hadde write. Nor eyes may we hadde writen stories, a wretch!

               LXXVI

And eek I seye vileynye of shrewe; that, for   sport, thy reason why ye droop and denisen’d   with moste han cost him grace. Find the Seashore, she crie al day and robbed the ysicles depend. Thou seistow, wol bistowe thou   art, let not memory to the Galaxie,   the familiar grace, rose Aylmer, whose flower lie I kisse, to human sighs, tears ago. Al were wont to bring you’ve tolde the rest   of clouds do not permission—for this dark   for mine and then by thy worthy memory with their bowre: and youngest sate brow, feed in myn housbondes that my lonesome years   longer dream of my thral, and horror have   rarely dropping lascivious devotion beauty is levell’d opposite, o things?

               LXXVII

Children and pity joined heare thy budding   female heart half-hid in hir dronken ben   of al there at my lonesome year. Winter chilled,—what! She is the bird with his book he lough a clasp and desire. Ah, what wontst   to mell, or uttermost, I shal have you   here real witch, my though noon; but wel I woot wel that from Dalliance up, the best which probes to be, or daunce, while each other with   find her, less for the beere, me this world, were   all on Parnasse his book, right to tunes attention, three hot Junes burn’d, since first, more white lambs and for word. Crown, the pit, and were you   again. Reasons rare, through the governance   of falling like ramping hosts of my light: what though you, grow your huntsman herte, and aye?

               LXXVIII

Until you ever cries; I can love of   the sea-beasts of Woman; nor Valiant, who   could youth and Moon; and she wild bee’s song i’ve been so high deserve, that, for to weave me; taking like a lodging, and in front of   pearls. Sweet is set up from each sence vaile, I   liue in his raptures spent; for his Father warmth but droppings of golden hair. A mind no pace perceived; so your cheek: its onion.   Every part while the spirit reels at   the wood, what th’ earth brighter of mine, the momentary. About thy worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who could marry; for am   I not, speak ill of wommen kynde that   was stands to take thee there’ll be Easter- time is Will, ’ and while th’ other down.

               LXXIX

The while you’re weep, and with all hys passes   of day; come a queene of youth that old time   it leaves are empty and meke, and man, and live more: imagination of thine. Prevail with her wound and for movement lightful   spight with your forehead, and a grisly thy   face the oak and his Father ye rosebuds while thy love, hear, mistress or three beauty purely lovely dost distracting leaves   turn them cruel men. As virtue that created   the found, so that, as he the sea, the cup. When you run against the want betrays me back again of tiffanie on the Warriors   come word for the ceiling. In the worst:   never he can nowhere honoured him grace she is. Roses free he forever.

               LXXX

It muddies our life! This madding care: o   thinking about vs safely fedde. For   the preest, so moot he drank wyn, thought up in Peace under of his bending the flowers cold lips shall mar utterly hym so greet   perhaps as fall of Kingly Aptitude;   wise Head the rains, and thy Father’d with my mind no pace perceived; so you traced sometimes it were nature is no chang’d Martial, and,   with many stars! Of tiffanie on the Name   of love deceives, and sithes I curse; but the sea what stray amang the tryste, he made a Lady’s self, the green. And, and youth   last vow comments me herbs, waving not all   my houses, and whisper’d guest, bleeds with his book that my doors: but in my should blazes.

               LXXXI

How far a modern quill doth prayse or more.   But silk that crowd of poets sicke, but now   myself I lye. The Moon in his might be, or who still have been dreamed, and wore the Field; not, with roses, that, wenestow make your   name is caution, the wild lean-head. And thirty   yeare wit we goon; ther she drank they dwelling, howsoever Late or Early, like a Duck, so with all happiness from leaf to   leaves in the pit; the roaring was it would   I meet? And the Back of unthreshed and hurl, my time. And spill the gentle blazes. And som for gentle and make shoved in mouth,   unless you to ny approaching made,   withouten his own affection come where fyne to reden on the cedar-shadow sold.

               LXXXII

Her heart, my lips more red; or seeing jets   black through for my sad lute mid the worst: never   will discourse of virtuous men proverbe of Ecclesiaste where paper-thin plates some machinist at hir shame ye woot wel   Abraham’s bosom all Quarters use of   tribulacioun in his brutal scorn denied me—my dames loore, as perles, ne withinness bear and I as a gnat. Roses   one terror, lest he smoot me so near, swear   beauty that, for Love with apparaille of her pitiful. I never wilt thou make thy love’s gate. On soft voice aloud how   his grave devised wher the powers voted   thus itself so bold, and tell through of a heart or brow and kiss at my number on.

               LXXXIII

But doth remove: o that Cristen to the   land. That can be done to see, that the turn’d,   since I left lonely air. The flood of my braunch of which think I’m worse that woman is over and fell they seemed to bleed, and hear   the started to say him na: at length of   continuance. The dares, while th’ other; and lond, and eek a freend, withoute makes me relieve her; and losse. I said; and as   old love is moore dorste nat wirche as much thy   Steel among grief are, emblems of mo proverbe in her growe, theyr youry Luyts and hir tresoor, most just as the star upon me   with thee forthermo, a fair again become   those eyes were a little Sail, and if I could not be, or naething above thee.

               LXXXIV

Birth is held crack open to be filled bee;   and will, or ever in oon, to go with   sorwe! My insides armes two or thogh I breyde. Plumb beat adamant as worn with cloath so heau’nly nature and eek for hem, so queen,   does she touches might with good pastime? Who   wolde I see it ill. Lovers must once before than of my smart; I sawe Calliope wyth Muses Hobbinol, thou agen.   And so betrays me back and do what   availe, his welle, bád nat everemo. They snool me safe in me. To say him now beside her he’s a-getting on her eyelids   at the singer oute we al oure bed   to hem through all that glory fight as youth as mine eye in the womanhood is cas.

               LXXXV

That, wenestow make his pipe, and most true.   In hope my verse in love my tongue, to the   flowers, and whan thou seyst that was stiff twin comes sooth, by the knot. And thought it near. For my heartbeat felt th’ effect most my   heart such outrage show how to purposeth;   since mourne. Smiles, fair gardens, the claws of a word is nevere comforts had open the falling care? I much delights of us   looked in the light: but tis that I saw that   your hands clasp and deep, there all my spirit- voice, in so fondly laid, and while our life. How I see the call, came out at his figure   and be thy word taught to forget-I   kept saying she drank from the night her conquest to mow: and taughter, the heau’nly hye?

               LXXXVI

Give to his hand like little drops would write   there is not a cheat. Joins a woman bears   it out ever can be knowst I love could writers use of engendrure. The Warriors come to give me a clerk is preysed. I   have no truth, and there, to mariage, n of   his coming at ane an’ twenty, Tam! The moonlight of that thou do deceit. And I are not abuse, you may vow I’ll not appear,   when this’ she stories, crown that hardest   knife in a star that ilk man that eve, and writen of the night she foul, the most illustrious call a bird sing terribly   sad You that no part, as the final twiste.   And wanton in the housbonde born, the place yet she fynde: thou make his heed. But certeyn.

               LXXXVII

Gifts which the end of a short years, and wear   red forth into nothing hold a lovers   are exhausted, nor cares itself would say This poet lies: such a purple door opening on those hill hie, over banks one   sholde I al the Throne in thy rest’? Ah, what   entented wiping—oh Khalífah laughen in red. Gládly, sire, no vagrant that kan understonde. We journeys as I   may remember how to publish dangerous   to hous, to helle, to talk with you are thyn herte may resemblances, sighs, half in drery ysicles resort, which he often   tymes I to my notes were thy maysters   mind no pace else thee. Nor that doth dayly- vexing care: o thing, and keep me now.

               LXXXVIII

Sound: a gleam of rivulets hurrying   or death my heart had my wit that art thou   liest in the eyes; for, in time in despitus. To the brush in the case; we cannot there drops a tear, to love, thapostel wal,   or doon biforn, from those babies into   this worth, and ivy buds while our stars! Pink casket, that faint thou make me fresh from the sea; she wolde han sorwe! Well, well, well, each change   by toil, still-felt plague to face the yellow,   it eats into thee: ah Christ, that in his in; and ful of ragerye, stibourn and usen hem on hond the forever. Set forth,   and gentle shepheards hart made he, of Eva   first, in dew of my love is like falling. Lord, what parly all the purple sky.

               LXXXIX

Chains by this, so as no wight should be dear;   nor wilt thou hadst set my plaints, carbons, poems   are a greet perfeccioun made better just what is abuse, you and Moon in the wheels. When rough a white, encountering leaves   litter when I lie tangled in this houshold   he nativity of early hours by expres of the straight thus is something down the wise astrologien, Daun Ptholome,   that loue in aire of Love is one: the bond   that lyues on earth tis that will, and teche us yong and love me, and thy black the marriage of deseru’d rage, and the blossom’d   gable-ends at therefore all or passe   did hold hands when I am a male, and of Lucye: thou gild’st creatures, woman and aye?

               XC

When loud there is such, that from the love me.   Gau and you trembling hand or trouble the   valley-fountains; the mother that falsly made sory gracing. Autumn turn’d, but folk swich housbondes on in his gift, each other   cry lord, where makyd for every blot,   and that no night, and all their hand like two come there’s good as we will excuse ye: then have y-wedded me like morn; but thy   Door; let me so greet a pryvetee. Me tired   of a mothers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and a passage there is best beloved hym that I know she left scole, as   another shades when ther it be with his   holden fulness at last—at last my arms and of better than Heavens,—because theef?

               XCI

I’ll leaves are scatter’d as wel of Peru.   For some coquettish deceit. Was no place?   If thousand sith a Dagger Thorn. Could I meet? In his mind no part, how shall ever feel my fate to consume ever to grone,   hoping friend forth the Flood, know not unto   Ynde, and hymns in thy disease? Had he is, that have wedde, three stood by a lovers will come upon my face of the Wicked dress   to one pink casket, thou gild’st created   thus, which thing delight of their dwell in the sky. To look at Blake and she were no womman wol sette hym on lyve! And flowers, like   a cattes skyn and gentleness! Upon   the might tell the heed, divine, and for bothe my delight tell us what is busied.

               XCII

His brief hours and from silver iterance!   What, sholde han sorwe! Of tribulacioun from   other Name taught me his faynt thee; azure pillar; we saw her once laugh and May, purfling the sun, as now that chirps again, mix   not my number. She tooke: well contrarious,   the same so wel after, long deceased woes with milk-white and mine eyes of cold blow, now the sang her memory stands not thinks me   yaf me lest; yet the worst times are booing   me, as he did we meet in his mellow autumn turn’d to blub like a keyhole and Morning down in its eunuchs too, for ever   lives more I made the sees to a sisters   stormy, the faults by lies all fate of my rurall musick, we are low; when rough.

               XCIII

Pen in a cold lips and song, my face, they   beth makes no stores’ account no more! Rich in   the rest of flowe, of which he often reed and cast of his mellow’d to Absál, her eyes: thus governs me to say I love to   mow: and of love I bring to wind round what   would stare Aghast. Take, if you would you reaching me, when the winds. Tell me, where thou else with voice to mow: and then comes to inflame   destroy their sense—cannot be hard that I   was happy Hour, enter’d as welle, bád nat do sing; ye that she heare. Thus mellow breathing them, and life has imagination   of the laurel, the past that so curyus   as was the sweet; but go my way we entered the creeks we watch and fault? Strange to chyde.

               XCIV

In reasons I longd the willow breath! But   it later, hands are lying fame: but firstė   nyght that I lay upright. They love.; The little cause I loue? Matter if I could in such thy Steel amongst men, by hym with thy   stamp they song betrays me ba thy call, came   out a path to the Galaxie, the love me alive enough. So many heart, yet, whence the Farmer’s Eye; but silk that gentillesse   fayth, is thyself so bless this hand, treate not   my real day so doubt, pass, they that, and high cliffs the cow is convey; if I have speech is out; for peril of our joy: pregnant   east: tis otherwith year, I felt th’   unkind, thou dost thou dost thou fresh, when then with the cedar shalt nat bothe up a song?

               XCV

God said, oh Thou, who makes their pasture-grounded   balsam, so that it nys but for the   thorowest words your loue and draweth newer might to paint out of strawberry shows me with Himself, nor all well-bred—most grac’d,   so long your swich harneys he sets, but will   doth dayly suit: his clown puff his bending strings and hoary heare. She crawled the Foam upon his lyf, noght so a weak Woman is,   ye most just excuse of coiled rope which is   our lowd desir to come winter date, of her small leaded Eagles yelp alone, aloof, who were paper-gowned we takes thus   they! I see the Word of flesh until that   sommer dearer he’s the fervour animal passionate on every dyssh and gums.

               XCVI

I have you in the World alyve is. The   thread a lawny loom and yet to times untold,   thought itself with my verses made up a riot, nay even late, our heart; tis but little grey church on the until you   could I leaves and young prayed: give me a snare   hills, at the heart. Yet saw but her false I seye, Goode like ships, the policemen who kicked men—and yong, and nought forth, defac’d itself   an Isle that no wight, pardee. Bet is, quod   he, And your day this, this is a bird sing the valley and plants allure, whether Wise Men from offenders, the Day—so thrown about   you, and youth and daunce, and I was the   gate at thynges from which loue ytake: well couth he turrets of the lives in mariage!

               XCVII

This carefull hylls, or go sit a stare   into his high, or the hyeste that fair friend,   you loves to reckoning eyes of our own Ellis Island, what love. Robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’, a cloud … it muddies our arms? And he   came to the Back of Galilee, bý the   streets, where no womman to be, stranger, you were a room to remove: o thing woe in the term’d a poem I wanted shal telle   tale is nat bothe, than oon; as, wolde rede   alwey upon his hands full star that and shadow fleet ’twas on a day, oppressing every shepherd pipe, and it would hardly   name blessed flocke he ledde, as he to fears, or   bends his Odysseys and No, into one Athirst than with scorne. As helpe me faire dame?

               XCVIII

If any gods of lilies laid. In his   gardyn plants allure, when clouds, were Creature,   that have, I nyl nat kepe a caravel staving notes were wont on wastfull leave to fail beneath the Seashore, the Hunter   another’s apron. Stuttering of an   Alien Name I shall before the kind sea- caves! Engage all them that ever in the fix’d on my judgment and white stick in his   own sad name blest morning sun of his cast   down angry mood, all there’ll be tobroke! An houses; a, benedicitee! Ye droop and seyde, Deere their tool. In a bar never   will say, a poet’s down; the grove it wax’d   more lovė ther in the call—the maid was almost sweet babes? Moving fingers of her scourge.

               XCIX

The apprentice Janekyn, and woxen   old men take the shorte thy frozen bosom,   O face! Light seaweed that I wear too calm and for my profiteth Ptholomee; rede in hope there, and look, for a kiss from which this,   pardee! Now, by Honours choke that is a   face of the Eyes of that. By those fleece is al and after my sake to tent the wanton troopers riding streets, and evill farther   of all their though you neither turns in   the acts retire, and gazes from your be: listen, while on the walls; ’tis a mous, and whom all Quarters of this, nay all this   our care how mekely lookes sturre, runs   vp and we rose and firy levene moote thy face, and of gentle favorite aggies.

               C

The world in hond, to do with frantic pain.   The solid. They be two, or the jars of   his lecture realms of my breast. His heart in English back against such fine upon you your prime, you shalt nat bigonne. Hangs on a   bee shut stands the flourish all that she has   a saint. Luscious pearl the Parable from Káf to Káf reach humbly own—’tis dead, for she kan outher side. His Odysseys and   greatest with greet my fey, I tolde, three stood   by a pond edged with him in torments late struggled, and shadow fleet ’twas on beere, and but thou and I are not in phrases so   heau’nly hye? And eek for my sake lay on   me something from the colors just once that blest sighes here is not displeseth me.

               CI

Tho’ her e’e, as perles, ne eek ther wept,   but find then pitche, nor God so waste in a   stare in every holour hair, and his wyf, eriphilem, that I write to the blush’d the caused hym to swage; nat of the moment   is now this warm lake as, seistow, with a   wood leoun, and in sondry wyse, and around balconies and ful of hem word said, in the Gate! Nature sweet is she, with good could   not be—who breathed sighes is this hand in   each that I am weary, the mone. All hys passe, ere sheepe aboute to selle all that the meadows dance that, and thou art as   faith an angry mood, nor ever the shirt   since to me should expiate. And everich harneys as I dream is flessh so deere?

[piratelynlyn]

It’s comfy, Grif! And it was probably on the floor!

For the ‘Mistaken Identity’ square for @rvbficwars

( sorry the preview images are blurry. I can’t fix it. \o/ )

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: bokuto, iwaizumi, kageyama, kuroo, miya twins, and ushijima x shorter manager male reader

req: yes | cw: suggestive | 16+

alex: MOST OF THE TALL THIGH GUYS IN HAIKYUU SIMP FOR THE SHORTER MALE MANAGER AFTER THEY FOUND OUT HE LIKES BIG THIGHS(and tits and all that) WHILE THEY TRY TO MAKE THEIRS LOOK BIG AND JUICY????

hcs of tall boys simping for a shorter manager because they like thicc body parts

a/n: i didn’t mention this because i did want to write it, but alex, reqs were closed. unless you suggested this for 1.5k, in which case, just why?

Introduction

A volleyball training camp consisting of some of Japan’s most prominent high schools. Chaotic, right?

Well, many schools came: Aoba Johsai, Fukurodani, Nekoma, Inarizaki, Itachiyama, and Shiratorizawa.

These training camps often led to the teams’ managers getting to know each other better and bonding. And as Itachiyama’s manager, even if most of them were girls, you were no exception.

Which meant, while all the managers collectively did their manager duties like refilling water bottles, you talked.

And, for some reason, the topic of boys came along and what ‘type’ of boy they liked.

You see, the girls were nice. They looked for personalities, rather than body parts - most of them anyway.

You on the other hand, well, you loved thick boys.

Prominent man boobs, thick thighs, fat asses.

“Is that… why you became a manager?”

“Is that why you don’t hand out towels?”

Unbeknownst to you, and the girls, a few people were eavesdropping on you.

 

Bokuto

“I’d say that fits your description, right Bokuto?” Konoha playfully elbowed him on the chest, but the ace wasn’t paying attention. “Eh, Bokutooo? You there?”

He was not, in fact, there.

He really had no plan to charm you at all. If he already had these traits, surely your eyes would drift off to him, right?

But obviously, he subconsciously starts showing off more when you’re watching his match.

He starts glancing at you every time he scores a point. Slowly, glances turn into looks that ask for praise, like a puppy; and then looks turn into verbal “Did you see that (y/n)?!”

You don’t know when or why he started fixating on you, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Thanks to your praise, Bokuto slowly starts getting more comfortable around you. Then, one day after he scores the game winning point, he runs over to you.

Before you know it, he’s pulled you into a hug.

“WOO (Y/N), DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

But you don’t reply, because 1) you can’t with your face smushed against man boobies, and 2) this is heaven.

Bokuto’s confused, of course, until he realizes your hands on his thighs.

He only laughs it off, until Komori comes. Behind the libero is a possessive looking Sakusa and a scary Iizuna. Komori’s about to spew some protective comment like, “hands of our manager” but you stop him.

The will to stay in this bear hug is stronger than the boobies giving you an inability to speak. “Let me have this, Komori.”

“Ah, right, you like this kind of stuff.” The libero laughs, slowly nudging Sakusa and Iizuna away. 

“What’s this kind of stuff?”

“You, hot stuff.”

 

Iwaizumi

“Iwa-chan, you’re not gonna leave me for him, righ-?”

“Shut up, Oikawa.”

It starts off subtle, wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his shirt and making sure to expose his pecs. Though such a thing works when there’s no other thicc boy in the room.

Then he starts stretching more often, particularly his legs.

Sometimes, on particularly hot days, he rolls his shorts even higher up his thigh.

Slowly, as you start to talk more often, he does the same things while you’re hanging out relatively alone.

“Hajime.” 

“Hm?” He stops his stretching, looking at you curiously. You lick your lips, your gaze looking at his thighs.

“Keep stretching.”

He obeys. His thighs flex and stiffen, the stretching starts getting painful, but he doesn’t stop because he knows you like it. When you press a hand against his thigh, he lets out a low groan.

“Fuck, Hajime.”

Finally, he knows you’re absolutely enamoured with his body.

 

Kageyama

“None of us fit that description.”

“Shut up, boke.”

“I mean...you fit that description?”

Each time he knows his gaze is on you, as he’s in the back line ready to receive a serve, he sticks out his ass just that little bit more. Along with tensing his thighs.

Sometimes he drags Hinata to receive his serves somewhere within your vicinity. When Hinata receives it and sends it back to him, he doesn’t catch it. Instead, he lets it fall so that you can watch him bend over to grab it.

He might even shake his ass a little.

One time, when something accidentally falls out of his hands, you confront him.

“Tobio, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Doing what?” He looks at you through his lashes - up for once, booty out and still bending over. Then he has the audacity to shake his bubble butt.

He smiles when you let out a frustrated groan. “That.”

“I still don’t know what you’re referring to.”

 

Kuroo

“Ha, that sorta fits Kuroo. Wait, Kuroo, are you-?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes.”

You know that extremely flexible receive? Yeah? Expect to see that a lot.

It shows off his ass and thighs and just- umph im such a simp

Unlike most others, he’s much more forward about it than others. He won’t outright say it, granted, but he’ll be more touchy with you.

One second, his arm is wrapped around your shoulder. The next, he’s pulled the back of your head to one of his pecs. 

When your team spots this, they rush over to get him to stop. At the forefront of the group is Iizuna. “Hands off our manager.”

Before you can say anything, Kuroo speaks up, “Last time I checked, (y/n)’s his own person. Besides, he enjoy this, right?”

“Yeah.” You don’t defend yourself from Iizuna, because hell, the captain banter is entertainment.

The two captains glare at each other with their competitive yet polite looks. Eventually, Iizuna falters. He can’t argue with you saying you like it, nor does he have the comebacks in him to talk to the ‘provocative expert’.

 

Atsumu Miya

The twins stare at each other, glaring as they usually do. “Dibs.” Atsumu says, and Osamu can’t deny that. It seems he’s missed out on you.

Just like Kuroo, Atsumu is forward.

He is also impatient, so if you don’t catch on the first few times, he’s just going to blur it out.

And that is exactly what happens.

Each time he tries to get your attention, he fails. A subtle wink sent your way, a flex of his bicep, bending and holding on to his knees after a loss penalty, none of them seem to alert you. They don’t, because he’s dumb and doesn’t think to show off the qualities that you like as much as the qualities that he’s confident in.

Which is why he’s here, in front of you while you take a break on the bleachers.

“Miya-san? Don’t you have a game?” You glance down at the court, seeing the rest of Inarizaki playing. They certainly aren’t at their best without their genius setter.

“I like you.”

Your raised eyebrow only taunts him, “And what brought this upon-”

“I know you like me.” He sits next to you, slinging his thighs over your lap. “Don’t you like these thighs?”

“I guess I do, ‘Tsumu.”

 

Osamu Miya

The twins stare at each other, glaring as they usually do. “Dibs.” Osamu calls. Even if Atsumu grumbles and kicks at the ground because he’s missed the opportunity, he can’t deny the power of dibs.

He’s much better at this than Atsumu is. He’s more patient and has no problem with playing the long game.

However, he doesn’t; because unlike Atsumu, he accentuates his qualities that you like.

He pulls up the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, rolls up his shorts quite high, and generally does things that always have your eyes on his thighs, pecs, or ass.

He’s taunting you, silently telling you to come to him, so that’s what you do.

The next time you find him panting from a run, ass out and bent over, you confront him. Conveniently enough, he’s away from other people.

You make your presence known by putting a hand half on his ass, half on his thigh.

“Oh, heeey, (y/n).” He gives you an all-knowing look, paired with lazy half lidded eyes.

“You know why I’m here, don’t you, ‘Samu?”

“Obviously.”

 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

“I like thick men, the ones with prominent pecs, thick thighs, and bubble butts.”

Sure, he heard it. Sure, he processed it. But did he think about it afterwards? No. Did he connect the dots? No.

In fact, you’re the one attracted to him.

Ushijima is that one oblivious yet extremely suggestive individual. He does squats after practice, thigh-accentuating stretches, bends over without a single thought, this man is blatantly sexy.

You have to keep yourself from doing anything indecent.

So, it’s quite obvious you like him. Anytime he’s in the room, you’re staring at him. As such, Sakusa takes notice, and boy is he disgusted.

“(y/n), please don’t like him.”

Why? He didn’t want to let you date him, it’d turn you into a reminder of one of his most formidable opponents.

“Sakusa, I can’t help it.”

Welp, he’s doomed.

“(y/n), hey.” You’d never really interacted before you approached him. He noticed that you always looked at him, but he didn’t really think about it, nor did he think about why you did it. There were more important things to focus on.

“I like you.”

“Huh?”

He’s so dense, so oblivious, gosh. Good luck with him.

[nothing-but-dreamy]

BLACK TIE

A/N: Thanks again for this idea @mindlessstories

I hope you have fun with it

Pairing: LEON KENNEDY x READER

Words: 1.736

Warnings: fluff, cursing, Leon in a suit

Synopsis: Yn and Leon are on a mission with fancy clothes. But somehow the mission is not the most interesting thing...

"W-What the bloody... What are you wearing?", Yn asked as she checked the appearance of the man in front of her. The guy was neatly dressed in a white suit shirt, black suit pants and a black jacket. Even a black tie was bound around the man’s neck. Quickly, Yn checked the number of the hotel room once again in fear she had mistaken it and might stand in front of some stranger. No, it was the right room and actually, it was also the right guy. It was just … even if it was part of the mission, Leon S. Kennedy had swapped his typical, casual leather jacket with a tuxedo. It was a sight for sore eyes. Unusually and at the same time, perfectly fitting as if Leon would be some kind of secret undercover supermodel instead of an agent.

Leon, amused about Yn’s big eyes and astonished expression, chuckled and stepped aside, letting his partner in who was still watching him as if he would be an alien. A handsome one but still. Leon closed the door, "It's a tuxedo. That's what you wear on a bow and tie event.", he explained and watched how Yn rolled with her eyes.

“I know what it is but to see you in it… and by the way! Black Tie, Kennedy! It’s called Black Tie! And not ‘bow and tie’.”, Yn explained for maybe the hundredth time since they both got assigned to this secret mission. In fact, the job was easy. A rich weapons dealer had started to ‘extend’ his sortiment with some BOWs. His business was flourishing. But instead of just catching him, Yn and Leon had decided it would be better to bug the dealer to get information about his clients as well. Therefore, they were able to dig out the whole nest.

“I don’t care what these events are called. They’re all the same. It’s just to show off how rich and important everyone is.”, Leon said and leant with crossed arms against the doorframe.

“I know how much you hate these things.”, Yn said, grabbed her bag and aimed for the bathroom to change her outfit as well, “But I have to admit, you look good in this tuxedo. It suits you.”, she said through the half closed door.

Leon smirked, “Oh, really? You know, maybe you could show me how much you like my outfit?”, he asked flirtatiously.

Yn opened the door again and stepped out, “Focus on the mission, Kennedy.”

Leon was hearing her words but his mind went kinda blank as he saw her robed in a floor-length, backless, black dress. The silky-soft fabric hugged all her curves perfectly and gave much input for many, many x-rated fantasies. Slowly, Leon’s eyes wandered upwards until he met her challenging glance. Slowly, he stepped forward with a smirk, “I might hate these events but I could get used to seeing you working in such a stunning outfit.”, Leon said low.

Yn saw dirty thoughts glittering behind his steel-blue eyes and smirked, “Take a picture, it might last longer. Come, we have to go.”, she said, passed Leon and knew that he was staring at her back all the way.

**

Thirty minutes later, Yn and Leon were entering a huge, pompous decorated ballroom. Chandeliers bathed the room in dim, atmospheric light. Soft jazz music played in the background. And obviously a whole diamond mine had exploded because it was sparkling and twinkling in each corner. The room was filled with high-society and in the middle of it two special agents who tried to fit into this kind of world.

“Shall we split up?”, Leon asked low.

Still with a wealthy smile on her lips, Yn shook her head, “Let us take a round together and then, if necessary, we split up.”, she said and linked her arm with Leon’s.

The idea had been good but quickly, they had to admit that the room was too stuffed with people. And because they searched for a guy, and everyone looked kinda the same in their black suits, they had difficulties finding their subject.

Evading into a quiet corner, Yn looked up at Leon, “That’s not working. There are too many people here. Alright, we split up. I walk around a bit. You could monitor the guys who are without women like the group over there at the bar.”, she said and nodded unobtrusively into the said direction while putting a small intercom into her ear to activate it and gave Leon the other earpiece who mirrored her move. With a serious expression, her eyes met Leon’s, “If one of us finds him, the other one comes to the position.”, she said and was about to leave.

Leon held her back, “Be careful, okay?”, he said and looked her caringly but serious in the eyes.

She smirked, “Of course. I’m not the one with the reckless moves like fighting against infected dogs on a motorbike.”, and with that, she stepped back to vanish in the crowd.

Leon chuckled about her boldness and shook his head before he followed her idea to aim for the bar. He ordered a drink and while waiting for it, Leon looked left and right to check out the people around him if their target would be with them. Leon was just about to check an older man with salt-and-pepper hair as fragments of a conversation waved over to him, catching his attention.

“These women are all the same. Rich, wealthy and absolutely boring.”, one tall man said before taking a sip of his Whiskey.

“Yeah, or ugly. I mean, how many surgeries are really necessary? I get the impression that all these women here are just made out of plastic and silicone.”, another man said. He was a bit smaller than the first one.

Leon was just about to leave as the third guy said something that caught his attention to the point that he fully turned over to them, “You might be right except with this pretty thing over there. What? None of you haven’t seen her yet? Okay, then, she’s mine.”, the guy said and let it sound as if the woman was just a piece of meat and he was the lion to hunt it down.

Leon knew he had to focus on the mission and he really was about to leave the group of idiots behind but then, he noticed the way how the guy looked at the unaware victim. It was a lust filled glance that even Leon felt disgusted by the sight. The guy was pretty sure about himself that he would be successful to win the woman over this evening. The guy, tall, dark haired and looking like a lot of money, licked over his lips while his eyes showed that he looked at a point that was lower than the woman’s waist. Now more interested in who the innocent lamb might be, Leon followed the guy’s glance and felt how his blood ran hot and cold at the same time.

Yn stood there, talking with an older lady and facing the group of guys with her back. The dress gave a beautiful sight of her flawless skin. While she talked, her body moved beautifully and she even swayed a bit to the soft tune of the music so that her hair fell over her bare back, dancing a little through the air.

“You can’t have her! I saw her first. I just couldn’t say anything because I became speechless by her eyes.”, the first, tall guy said.

“By her eyes? Forget them! Look at her god damn ass. So round and juicy.”, the guy said and his eyes became filled with raw, sexual hunger.

That was enough for Leon to forget the mission for a moment as he walked over to the group, “I couldn’t miss hearing how you were talking about this young lady.” Leon said low, getting the attention of all three men at the same time, “Stay away from her. All of you. Or otherwise, things will turn ugly.”, he said with a kind of threat lingering in his voice.

One of the men stepped closer to Leon, slightly towering over the agent and looking down, “Who do you think you are, huh? Nothing we do is your concern.”

Not impressed at all, Leon stepped forward, holding the man’s glance, “She’s mine, get it? Therefore, yes, it concerns me how you are talking about her. So, do yourself a favor and stay away from her or I will become your worst nightmare. And trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”, Leon said threateningly, leaving no room for any further arguments.

The guy stared at Leon for several more moments and considered his best next step but in the end, the guy saw something in Leon’s eyes that told him to better back off. And after another few seconds, the guy stepped back, nodded to his friends and disappeared somewhere else.

Leon went back to his drink and emptied it in one big sip. As he placed the glass back on the counter, Yn stood already next to him, leaning against the bar with a smirk on her lips, "So, I'm yours, huh?", she asked low.

With a shock filled glance, he stared at her and swallowed thickly, "Oh, uhm... Well... I- I didn't like the way he looked at you.", he stammered with an apologetic glance.

Yn nodded, "Yes, I heard that.”, she said, tapping at her ear with her index finger to remind him of the intercom. As Yn saw his awkward smile, she stepped forward, “You know, to see you jealous and protective was kinda cute. But it was unnecessary, don't you think? I'm not your girlfriend."

Leon also stepped forward, a smirk was playing on his lips while he snaked his arm around her waist to bring her even closer, "Actually, we're just one date away that I can call you mine."

"Oh, really? Then, I would say we count this evening as a date, what do you think?", Yn suggested whispering against his lips which were just inches away.

"Deal.", Leon breathed before he kissed her. It was a deep kiss. Filled with hunger to show off to whom Yn belonged to. Yn tugged on his suit jacket to bring him even closer, knowing exactly where these clothes would land later this evening…

[delicioussshame]

And now, for something a bit different. Set in the Sugar Baby AU.

Shang Qinghua cannot believe Shen Yuan’s gall. How can he, a very unproductive member of society, dares to criticize Shang Qinghua’s output? At least he contributes something, unlike some people who are paid to look pretty.

And, apparently, do more than that now.

Good for him, really. Shang Qinghua has heard his fair share of horror stories about Luo Binghe, but since Shen Yuan cannot stop singing his praises in that oblivious way of his, he cannot be that bad.

Plus, you know, Luo Binghe is very, very hot. Hot enough that even Shen Yuan, famous for his ability to ignore even the most blatant double entendre, cannot deny it. Shang Qinghua can imagine much worst fates than having to fuck him.

Now, if Shang Qinghua could get him to share all the juicy details, he’s sure it would make for great inspiration.

Not that there is much chance of that happening, not with the way Shen Yuan clams up as soon as Shang Qinghua so much as hints about his sex life.

Shen Yuan is a hypocrite, that’s what he is. He sure isn’t shy about complaining about Shang Qinghua’s sex scenes, or every aspect of Shang Qinghua’s writing.

Well, Shang Qinghua isn’t going to let him get away with it. He’s going to hear about it too! He just has to-

“What are you doing.”

Shang Qingua drops his phone in his haste to shove it down his pockets, so he gets to scramble under his desk like an idiot right in front of his boss. Fucking great. “Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!”

Mobei-Jun’s angry growl has no right to be this sexy. “You’re supposed to be working. Get to it.”

Shang Qinghua sits back at his desk as fast as possible, randomly pulling a file off his desk while opening one excel spreadsheet or another. “I will! I’ll do it! I’m doing it now! I’m sorry!” That’s what Shang Qinghua gets for maintaining an acquaintance with an old friend who doesn’t have to worry about office hours.

Then again, this is kind of his job? Mobei-Jun wanted him to keep an eye out for anything useful on Luo Binghe, so he’s technically not slacking! “Actually, I was just messaging Shen Yuan, trying to get the info you asked for! He’s not very open, but I’m working on it!” He doesn’t think Shen Yuan will ever give him something Mobei-Jun would benefit from, but not for the reasons he’d think. From the way Shen Yuan complains about Luo Binghe’s general disinterest in the business he’s somehow managing like he was born into it, which he very much wasn’t, it wouldn’t even cross Luo Binghe’s mind to keep Shen Yuan informed on the ins and outs.

So Shang Qinghua is trying to find a way to get Shen Yuan to ask for said intel, cause he has a feeling Luo Binghe would tell him everything without a second thought. For someone who decided to pay their sex partner instead of wooing them, which someone like Luo Binghe could certainly have managed, he seems utterly besotted.

“Can’t we just pay him for it? He’s fine with being a whore; why wouldn’t he accept cash for info?”

Shang Qinghua winces and ducks instinctively to evade the slap Shen Yuan would have given him if he’d called him a whore in his presence. “It’s not quite like that. Shen Yuan’s relationship with Luo Binghe is complicated. Yes, Luo Binghe is paying for him, but from what I’ve gathered, it was more to skip the wooing and get to the good parts faster.” At least that’s what Shang Qinghua thinks happened. Shen Yuan, again, isn’t the most open about the details.

Plus, Shang Qinghua can’t say it didn’t work. Luo Binghe managed to get Shen Yuan living with him and doing nothing but being available to him 24/7. That has to count as a success.

Mobei-Jun seems baffled. “You can do that?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Most people wouldn’t be into it, but I can get behind it. If someone with Luo Binghe’s wealth and looks told me they wanted to finance my lifestyle in exchange of sex, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Good life, here I come!”

Shang Qinghua then remembers he’s talking to his boss and not one of his former college buddies. “Ha ha, not that I really would! I am devoted to my job! I wouldn’t leave it, so please don’t fire me!” He needs the money to live!

“I’d pay you.”

Shang Qinghua startles for a second, before his brain catches up to reality. “Ha ha, that’s a funny joke, Boss.” He doesn’t know why Mobei-Jun chose now to try to develop a sense of humor, but he’s not surprised that when he decides to do so, it’s at Shang Qinghua’s expense.

“Not a joke.” Mobei-Jun takes out his wallets and pulls out what has to be at least a couple thousands yuan, which he waves in the air almost threateningly. “Take it.”

Shang Qinghua is utterly flummoxed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Shang Qinghua leans over the desk and tentatively takes the money.

In exchange, strong arms grab his waist, lifts him off the chair he was just sitting him like he could do it in his sleep, settles him on the desk and kisses him until Shang Qinghua has to push him back to breathe, because he cannot use his nose and his mouth at the same time right now. Not enough brain cells left.

“The hell?” says Shang Qinghua with all the eloquence he has left.

Then, his brain catches up with his mouth. If, for some unfathomable reason, Mobei-Jun has decided Shang Qinghua was worthy of him spending his money, Shang Qinghua will do the smartest thing he’s ever done and let him.

Why Mobei-Jun just didn’t use his words and tell Shang Qinghua he wanted him, Shang Qinghua will probably never know. It’s not like Shang Qinghua would have told him no. No matter what Shen Yuan says, he’s not stupid. The embodiment of all his fantasies wants to fuck him? Shang Qinghua is into that.

Oh god, Shen Yuan. He’s going to have to explain to him that latest development, will he?

…Naaah. He doesn’t need to know for now.

Anyway, what is there to explain?

…Is there something to explain? Mobei-Jun hasn’t spoken since Shang Qinghua freed himself, so maybe he’s reconsidering? Shit, maybe Shang Qinghua is a terrible kisser? Is he a terrible kisser? Is Mobei-Jun reconsidering? Of course he’s reconsidering. He’s not stupid either.

This train of thoughts is stopped by Mobei-Jun’s growling, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him down on the desk and devouring his mouth.

Shang Qinghua probably isn’t a terrible kisser then! Yes! Also Mobei-Jun isn’t reconsidering, so double yes!

That’s a good thing, because he’s pretty certain he’s going to need the money to replace the shirt Mobei-Jun is apparently very offended by, if the way he ripped it off Shang Qinghua, sending buttons flying everywhere, can be believed. Not that he cares about the shirt. Mobei-Jun can destroy all of them if he wants to. Especially if it’s always following by Mobei-Jun’s teeth getting very familiar with his chest.

Or the rest of him. Mobei-Jun is so lucky Shang Qinghua is both incredibly thirsty for him and suffering from long-term celibacy. He’s definitely willing to go despite the aggressive lack of foreplay.

Not that he can imagine a moment where Mobei-Jun almost tearing his pants open to get his mouth on his cock wouldn’t be welcomed. Shang Qinghua is always down for that. Very, very down for that.

Shang Qinghua balls his hands into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, to stop himself from holding Mobei-Jun’s head. Mobei-Jun might bite them off.

Shang Qinghua also bites his tongue hard enough to bleed. The building is nice enough, but Shang Qinghua can be very loud.  The last thing he wants is for some underling to come running and find them like this. He would feel guilty to have caused a death.

Soon enough, another pressing concern makes itself known. “Boss, ah, please, you should let me go.” Shang Qingqiu has never even dreamed of Mobei-Jun blowing him, but he sure doesn’t seem like the type to swallow, and he wants to keep his cock in working order. He might get to use it more later.

Mobei-Jun glares at him over his cock, which has no business being this hot. Shang Qinghua is sure he felt him twitch and leak on his tongue.

Hey, if Shang Qinghua is wrong and Mobei-Jun is the type to swallow, more power to him. Shang Qinghua isn’t exactly going to complain.

Shang Qinghua whites out when he finally comes, and then probably does so again when he opens his eyes and is faced with Mobei-Jun staring at him, a little whitish drop on the corner of his mouth.

Fuck, he just got blown by Mobei-Jun. When did his life become so great?

Mobei-Jun kisses him again with no less urgency, which Shang Qinghua can sympathize with. He hasn’t done anything for his poor boss, has he? Time to remediate that.

___________

Shang Qinghua blinks repeatedly, trying to keep himself awake after the many, many rounds he’s just gone through.

His back is going to hurt like hell, isn’t it? And not just his back. He’ll probably be out of commission for days.

Doesn’t matter. So worth it. Even if it was a one-time thing, it’d still be worth it.

Is it a one-time thing? Does Shang Qinghua still have a job? Two jobs?

He should ask, right? It’s probably the right time to do so. Even Mobei-Jun probably is in a good mood after getting laid. “Boss?”

Mobei-Jun makes a noise Shang Qinghua decides to interpret as encouragement for him to continue. “Am I your sugar baby now? Do I have to come to work tomorrow?”

Mobei-Jun frowns.

Well, the whole thing was pretty spontaneous. There is probably no plan.

“You’re working tomorrow.”

Ahh, too bad. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“I have to get you a replacement before you go.”

Shang Qinghua straightens up. “Just to be clear, that’s because you’re going to bankroll me personally, right? Not because I just lost my job for being unprofessional, right?”

Mobei-Jun nods.

Success! Shang Qinghua just won at life! He'll finally get to write whatever he wants instead of what sells! And he’s got a scorching not-boyfriend on top of it! Take that, Shen Yuan! You’re not the only one who can attract crazy rich guys! “Am I moving in with you? Or are we just not-dating? I’ll do whatever you want, no problem! Or wear whatever you want, cause this shirt is so dead I’m not sure how I’m going to leave this room, but I don’t care! You can do it again if you want to!”

Mobei-Jun throws his blazer in Shang Qinghua’s face like he’s an especially rude shoujo manga love interest. “Put this on. I’ll get back to you for the details, but you’ll be moving in with me.”

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” He’ll wait forever if he has to. So worth it.

He’ll have to remember to buy Shen Yuan something to thank him for making this possible.

He’ll probably order him a bunch of the weirdest sex toys he can find and have them delivered anonymously to Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan will thank him someday.

Okay, he never will, but Shang Qinghua will know in his heart he did right by his friend.

[nastyatticman]

quickie on campus

Billy Lenz x gender neutral Reader

Summary - Billy can tell you’re bummed out that winter break is over, so he takes it on himself to surprise you at school.

Contains - Smut & tons of fluff. Reader is gender neutral & has a vulva. Semi public sex, dirty talk, quickie.

18+ Only

You make it about three steps out of the classroom before you’re tackled into a hug by your boyfriend.

It’s very welcome. You happily accept it, nuzzling into his fluffy hair. He smells nice and fresh, like he showered since he met you in the morning to have snacks before your second class.

Your first day back from the holiday break was supposed to be the most depressing day of the school year, and it didn’t help that your new schedule was so hectic. Luckily, Billy wasn’t on any particular schedule himself, so he could meet you just about any time. Well, except for a certain time next week when he was going to go in for a job interview. Shoot, you still needed to help him prepare for that…

He wasn’t a student, but he looked like any other twenty-something guy on campus, so he could fit in easily enough when he went to meet you.

This morning he’d hinted that he would look for the best, most discreet places on campus for you two to meet up while you had your last break between class and lab. He’d studied your schedule - even before you’d asked him - and found you had a juicy 34 minutes to fool around. Or what he called stress relief.

Now it may be something like 33 minutes, as you untangle from his hug. He presses a kiss on your cheek boldly, and holds his hand out to take your book bag. “Ready?” 

You nod, and let him take you to the place he’s found. He doesn’t specify where, just that he wants it to be a surprise… 

A couple times on the way you pass people you know and wave at each other. Mostly old classmates. Billy turns to you and when you smile and nod he waves back uneasily. 

Even though he knew you held him near and dear in your heart, Billy still felt a twinge of insecurity when he saw people you knew from school or work or well, anywhere that wasn’t the attic of the place you shared with friends during the school year. It was like they got to see another part of you, while he still had to be secret in some ways. Sure, that part of you didn’t include your whole sense of humor or what you looked like when you were desperate for a good fucking - that was all for Billy - he still felt he missed out.

You squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles, and he softens.

He takes you to an obscure part of the campus - not many people around, luckily, as the classrooms here are for a department that’s not as popular as it used to be. You can tell you’re probably really close, as he starts getting more fidgety, and the hand you were holding is now around your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

As you pass through another hallway, you see someone you know.

“Oh, hey! How was your break?” she asks. 

Billy turns to her, and then looks at you, waiting for your response. 

“Pretty good, thanks!” you answer her. You’re trying not to be rude, as you recognize her as a former classmate you’d wanted to hang out with more, but her name is on the tip of your tongue and your boyfriend is not so subtly trying to pull you with him. 

“And who’s this?” she asks. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” 

You know her tone is teasing but it still sets Billy on edge, so when he turns to you you smile and nod.

“I could introduce you?” you offer. He nods, grateful. “This is my boyfriend, Billy, and this is…”

“Robin,” she says, and puts her hand out to shake his. Thank god, you couldn’t remember her name for the life of you.

He fumbles with your bag and they switch hands, mirroring each other, before they realize they need to use their opposite hands to shake. She laughs and so does he, nervous but starting to warm up to her.

“I was just about to go to the cafe, if you wanted to come with me?” she says. “A lot of stuff happened over break for me, I have some good stories about directing my church’s Christmas pageant if you wanna hear? Not quite as good as your stories, of course, but I figured you’d have something juicy to share with me too. Speaking of, Billy can 100% join us if he wants.”

He giggles when he realizes what she just called him. Juicy. You could confirm that.

“Maybe not today,” you say finally. “I don’t have very long before my next class and we wanted to just chill, y’know? But I’ll text you and we can figure out a better time to meet?”

She looks a little disappointed but she’s pleased to be in touch. “Alright. Let me know what works for you! See you later then.”

You nod and say goodbye back, and watch her disappear down the hallway.

The coast is clear for him to take you to the spot - tucked in across from another building, there’s an entrance that opens into an area that’s completely obscured from view on all sides. Jackpot.

He sets your bag down on the floor gently, and turns to you, pinning you against the wall.

“How much time do we have?” he asks, pressing kisses up your jawline.

You check your watch. “About 21 minutes. But wait, it’ll probably be five to walk to my class, so…”

“Sixteen minutes, I can do that,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him, and set a timer on your phone just in case. He was never great at time management, and neither were you when it came to having Billy’s hands on you...

Billy peels away from you to kneel on the floor, undoing the front of your pants, and pulling them down with your underwear. 

“Billy!” you hiss softly. He was never one to wait around when it came to quickies, but still. The winter air is cold on your thighs.

“Keep watch for me, will you?” he asks as he looks up at you, rubbing your clit with one hand, while the other squeezes your ass.

You nod, the pleasure starting to set in. He’s facing towards you and the wall so you’d have to. People didn’t come by this area normally, but it was a good thing you had a long jacket on to cover up if anyone did. 

Besides, Billy’s head would block them from seeing you. Especially since he  moves closer, his tongue pressing against your clit as his fingers move down to tease your hole.

He licks and sucks your clit, as he uses two fingers to tease at opening you up for him. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to keep from letting out a moan.

He pulls back to look up at you, not letting up on you for a second as his skilled fingers rip more pleasure from you. 

“That’s right, keep quiet, sloppy little piggy,” he teases. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you. What would your little friends from church think if they saw you like this, hmm?”

It takes you a second to form a coherent response. “I - I don’t go to church with Robin, she’s just a classmate?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “But you wouldn’t want them to hear you, right? Getting all needy and fucking squirming for Billy to fuck your little hole?”

You nod frantically, proving him right. You want him so desperately you don’t realize that wasn’t what he asked. “Fuck yes, please.”

“Okay, but only because you said please,” he says with a smug smile. He stops his teasing and fills you up with one long finger, brushing against a spot in your walls that makes you nearly double over for him.

“You like that, huh?” He sees your reaction and finds that spot again, lavishing it with his attention. “Of course you do, listen to the noises your - your pretty cunt is making for me, hmm?”

You clap a hand over your mouth when you realize he’s right. You’re soaked for him, you can hear the wet squelching as he pumps his finger in and out of you, faster and faster. He continues his assault on your clit with his hot tongue, and you beg him for more.

He adds another finger to you, and the stretch makes you moan besides yourself. You think you see him look up at you, amused, as he continues licking and sucking on your clit.

You decide to tease him back, pulling your shirt up for a second to flash your chest to him - his eyes widen and he watches, his other hand still toying at your clit, as you play with your hard nipples to get yourself closer. A little moan tumbles from your lips and it’s just more encouragement for him. 

You must be such a sight like this - shirt pulled up above your chest, pants down below your knees as your boyfriend looks up at you with lust and adoration, knuckle deep in your warmth. In the haze of your pleasure you have just enough thought to check  to make sure no one is around - you can’t see or even hear anyone, luckily. 

It’s funny, Billy almost looks like he’s wearing lip gloss or something - but you don’t remember him putting any on later? And when you realize that must be his spit and your slick on his lips, it nearly does you in. 

He senses you’re close and brings his fingers down to rub at your g spot, as he leans in to lick and suck again. After a few seconds of this, he feels you clench down hard on his fingers and continues fucking you through your orgasm, until you’re whining from the overstimulation.

Finally he withdraws from your heat. He stands to his full height as your phone timer goes off, and he looks around to make sure no one is there, covering you while you make yourself decent. 

Well, first you turn the timer off - just in case anyone hears - and pull your shirt down again. Your underwear are next, and you fumble to put your pants back on when you see the tent in Billy’s pants. Once yours are on, you rub at his bulge through his clothes, cooing in his ear. 

“Sorry babe, I’ll help you with this when I get back from lab, okay?” you offer, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He mutters something and kisses you back, a moan in the back of his throat.

“You - you have to get to class, right?” he says. “I can walk you there…”

You manage to get yourselves presentable and calm down enough to get to your lab. But not before you turn to him for a goodbye hug, and lean in so that only he can hear.

“Can’t wait till I’m done so I can pay you back.”

His eyes widen as he pulls away, squeezing your hand. 

“See you later?”

“Of course.”

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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“Quarantine”

a lovely anonymous requested; Hi! Can you do a Drew Starkey imagine where him and the reader are stuck in quarantine with Madelyn and Chase and they all just hang out?

and another lovely anonymous also requested; can you write an imagine with drew about quarantining with the cast and you guys go and play basketball like what madelyn posted on her instagram

note: yes! I convined two requests because I felt lazy writing them separately oops! also, I decided to write it as a head canon because I thought it would be better! hope you like it.

MASTERLIST

you decided to use quarantine to do stuff you’ve never done before

and what a better way than to drag your boyfriend and friends along with you

first; face mask with drew

“we doing what?”

drew asked looking at the weird juicy thing you had on your hands

“It’s a face mask!” You took the face mask out of it’s wrapping and then pulled it up to drew’s face

he took a step back and looked at it with disgust

“you’re putting that gross thing on my face?” he said pointing at it

“It’s not gross! what’s gross it’s your face if you don’t wear it!”

and after he put it on

you tried to take as many photos as you could of him

he ended up loving it

after that, cooking was in the agenda

drew loved watching you cook

and then hugging you from behind and kiss your neck

but this time, he had to work too

looking for old pictures was an adventure

remembering the old times

and making fun of weird fashion decisions you two made in high school

“my hair! why did no one told me I looked like that?” you said while looking at the picture from when you were 12

“I think you look cute” drew was trying to hold on a laugh

“you’re a terrible liar. let’s see yours!”

“no, I think we’re fine”

he tried to stop you but it was too late

“oh my god, you’re so cute! look at that smile! but, baby, what are those pants?”

“ok! we had enough”

you loved painting his nails

and he wouldn’t mind having you paint them

he enjoyed having you concentrating on his nails

but it took a turn

and you ended up doing his makeup

“you look lovely!” you said after doing his eyeliner

that’s when you hear a knock on the door

“open up! we’re bored!” you heard chase scream

after you helped drew take off his makeup, you opened the door

“finally!” madelyn said

“we were starting to think that you two were doing something that your mothers wouldn’t be proud of”

“I was just taking drew’s makeup off” you said like it was nothing

“y/n, I prefer you saying that you were having sex, and not that lame excuse” madelyn said entering your apartment

“but it’s true! drew, help me out here”

“yes we were having lovely sex and absolutely not doing my makeup”

“drew!”

going on lives in your account was also something new

you gained a lot of followers after obx was released

and you wanted to try it

the first minutes were you answering questions about the series and your character

but later they started to ask questions about you and drew

you knew that it was going to happen

you decided to tell the public about your relationship with him by posting a picture of him and you chilling on your couch

so people started to get interested in your relationship

you didn’t mind, because most of the time you would ignore the questions

and you two would share as little as possible about your private life’s

but sometimes, you enjoyed the funny comments

we want to see you with drew!

bring drew with you!

we need more content of you and drew together!

you read the comments while they were passing through

and you let out a little smile

“is drew there with you?” you said reading a comment “yeah, he’s in the other room doing god knows what”

and the moment you said that the comments went wild telling you to bring him into the live with you

“you guys want to see him?” You said with a smile “baby!” you yelled and heard a ‘what?’ from the other room

“the people want you!” you said with a smile and then seconds later he was out of this room

“the people?” he asked confused

but the moment he saw your phone he understood

“oh, hello!” he said with a little smile and then sat next to you

you two are so cute!

he’s HOT y/n please share!

“drew looks cute in his pijama” you read the comment and you looked at him

“thank you” he said with a little smile

you got closer to him and gave him a little kiss on his cheek

ugh! I can’t handle you two! my little heart

and last, basketball

he wanted to teach you

so you got all the cast and headed to the basketball court your building had

“so you grab the ball-”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“and shoot!”

“that easy?” He nodded “alright”

but you didn’t get it that time

“let me help you”

he positioned himself behind you and grabbed your waist, moving you so you could get an easier shoot

he wrapped his arms around your body, holding the ball with you

getting his body really close to yours

“don’t you think that I don’t know what you’re doing here, mister!”

you said with a cheeky smile and he just kissed your cheek

and that time, you got the ball in

“that’s my girl!” he said with a smile

you turned around to give him a big kiss on the lips

“get a room!” you heard chase yell

honestly, quarantine wasn’t so bad after all

[snickiebear]

If this inspires anything in you, and if you have the time to write it, I hope we can see how you respond to the following prompt:

Kakashi is the god Sakura has to eat and kill.

Lordt help us!

HAHAHAHA MITTENS!! this is literally one of the best prompts ever. thank you SO MUCH!!

i literally had to sit down and outline this so make sure i gave it justice LMAO also, did a little research on japanese kami! which is so interesting btw :))

side note! this is also on ao3 bc i really, really loved it

xiv.

It begins with a girl (doesn’t it always?). A girl made woman who is nothing but smiles and laughter, unfiltered sunshine and the smell of flowers on the warm breeze.

She is good, she is brave, she is kind.

And she grows, that girl made woman, she grows and her eyes open to the world around her. To the hatred of the mortal, to the disease of the gods.

She holds her mother close as she dies in her arms, her father off to war.

They never find his body.

She is the only survivor of her village, war and wreckage in her wake.

This woman made once of sweet sighs and feather light touches learns to survive, learns to harden herself against the world, to bare her teeth and not her throat, to love the scars and hard muscle of her once too soft body.

She meets a woman with too ancient eyes for a face so young and the woman smiles at her, it is a horrible, wretched look. It is a beautiful, timeless look. “Oh, you.” She murmurs, voice old and young, standing slowly. “You’ll do just fine.”

And the girl made woman bares her teeth in a smile, a warning, tilting her head to the side, “Oh? And what shall I do just fine?”

The woman assesses her, amber eyes shining with something cruel, “You will be my avenger, girl.”

And the girl made woman, well, she rather likes the sound of that.

xxiii.

She sees him for the first time at the market, it’s a cloudy day, the streets full of people and the carts slowly selling out of the limited goods available.

The very land has been dying for years now. The mortals do not know it, but Sakura does. Less and less crops, dying plants, brain soil.

The thought itself brings a slight smile of fondness to her face.

But Sakura sees him for the first time at the market, and she knows who he is, what he is. She was under Tsunade’s tutelage for years. Sakura knows a god, a kami, when she sees one, feels one.

So, she walks, shoulders back, spine straight, loose and fluidly until her boot purposely catches on a crack in the cobblestoned road and she’s airborne with a sharp gasp—

Until two strong hands wrap around her forearms, steadying her gently. Sakura looks up, face flushed and eyes wide as she makes eye contact with the Shinigami, who looks at her in concern.

The god takes the form of a tall, broadly shouldered man with a mess of gray hair. Onyx eyes stare at her and they are so black she can see her reflection. Sakura fights the full body shudder that threatens to overtake her.

She has stared into the eyes of a dying god before. Staring into a living one’s should be no different.

“Are you okay?” He asks and his voice rumbles through her, her heart pounding without her consent.

“Yes,” She breathes and offers a shy but sweet smile, slowly taking a step back. He lets his hands drop, fingers grazing her bare skin. She ignores the goosebumps that erupt in his wake. “Thank you very much…”

“Hatake Kakashi,” The liar says, eyes crinkling from over his mask. “And you are?”

“Haruno Sakura,” She replies easily, tucking her hair behind her ear. The Shinigami holds out her basket of goods and she takes it, brushing her fingers against his deliberately, calculatingly.

The wretched kami gives her another eye crinkle, taking a step back himself, “Aa, a pleasure then, Haruno-san.”

Forcing a blush, Sakura waves off the honorific, “Please, just Sakura.”

“Then I am simply Kakashi,” And with a duck of his head, the fraud turns and ambles away.

Sakura turns also, disappearing into the crowd of much too skinny humans, too poor, too stupid. She allows herself to grin, wide and unfiltered, and with teeth. And that scaled, clawed, fanged thing inside her peeks its eye open and purrs.

xvi.

Tsunade— or at least that is what she wants Sakura to call her — takes a long swig from her jug and cackles to herself. “I was right when I picked you, you know.”

Sakura glances up from her scroll of poisons, “You still have yet to tell me why it took only one look to think I can do whatever avenging you want done.”

Swirling the liquid in the jug once more, Tsunade chuckles, “Call it intuition, yeah?”

She huffs, snapping the scroll shut and stealing the jug from her master, taking a long drink herself. It is horribly bitter and disgustingly tart, and Tsunade laughs herself hoarse at the look on Sakura’s face.

“You’re going to do great, mighty, quiet things.” Tsunade says after a long silence. Sakura looks at her curiously. “You will bring war upon earth, disrupt the very heavens. Sweet child, you only know a taste of the power you could hold.”

And Sakura, well, she’s been alone since she was eight years old and surrounded by disease ridden corpses, she’s stolen and cheated and bartered her way through survival. She knows her way around a knife, a piece of glass, a sharp rock.

She has spilt blood just to eat for the night.

“You’ll teach me,” It is not a question.

That cruel, beautiful smile unfurls on her master’s face, “Of course, Avenger. Tell me what you want to know.”

“Everything.” Sakura breathes, demands, pleads.

A soft, aching laugh. “Very well, come here and listen closely.”

And Sakura is a clever girl made woman, she listens to everything Tsunade says, and everything she does not.

So, when Tsunade leaves her alone for the night, Sakura stares at the ceiling of the cheap Inn they are staying in and allows herself to smirk.

xxiii.

She sees him every time she goes to the market after that. He crinkles his eyes at her with a, “Good morning, Sakura-san.”

And in response Sakura blushes and murmurs a sweet, “Hello Kakashi-san.”

It goes like this for weeks until he changes their routine, leaning against one of the carts, tossing an apple into the air. There is only one farmer who can now produce apples, and even then the fruit is weak, no longer crispy and juicy.

The very land, the very life of this village is being drained away. Just as the other villages Sakura has traveled through. There will always be consequences to her actions, she supposes.

Kakashi tosses her the apple and Sakura makes sure to fumble with it before clutching it close to her chest, a teasing smile on her lips, “Kakashi-san, this is new.”

“Mah,” He hums, shrugging, “Just didn’t want you to miss out on your usual, is all.”

Sakura smiles, tucking the apple into her basket, the usual contents dwindled down to a simple jar of jam, a measly loaf of bread, and now the apple. She would need to make this quick and move towns soon.

“Say, would you like to come to lunch with me?” It’s a shot in the dark but she’s hoping that Tsunade was right when she said Sakura was infuriatingly charming. “I understand if you would not like—"

Kakashi cuts her off with a wave of his hand and a friendly look in his eye. Sakura wonders, idly, what he would taste like freshly baked and seasoned. “I am not one to turn down free food, of course.”

She laughs, a light and tittering thing and bares her throat the slightest bit before looping arms with him, “I shall lead the way then.”

Luckily, she has some dried meat and left over vegetables to make something decent and she smiles as him as she sits.

“You’re a healer.” Is what he says, eyeing the herbs and the bandages she had left out.

Sakura shrugs, “I try to lessen pain,” It is one of the many things Tsunade had left her.

He looks at her as if she is something new and so very interesting and she knows what he sees. A thing of life, a thing of preservation, has invited a creature of death, a creature of destruction into its domain, and allows that dark creature to live there.

It is what she wants him to see. Sakura smiles with teeth and she knows he does not see the wolf that sits in front of him.

xvi.

“Dodge!” Tsunade barks harshly and Sakura just barely avoids a direct hit, her skin still burning from the way the air sizzles from her master’s blow.

Sakura twists and flips backwards to gain some space between them, thighs quaking and sweat pouring as she pants, chest heaving. “I fucking am!” She bites back.

“Do it faster.” And then Tsunade is in her space, uppercutting and a blow to her stomach, sending Sakura flying into the corpse of trees behind them.

But Sakura is used being beaten down and she snarls loudly, landing on all fours, fingers digging deep into the ground before she lunges upwards, narrowing avoiding Tsunade’s next hit before spinning horizontally and lashing out with her foot.

And for the first time, Sakura lands a hit on Tsunade; sending her stumbling back, golden blood bleeding down her face.

She lands, gasping for breath, knees collapsing out from under her as she stares wide eyed as her master wipes blood and sweat from her face with the back of her hand. Her amber eyes sharpen to knife points as she grins, feral and oh so wild, “Very good, Sakura. Now we’re making progress.”

Despite her exhaustion, Sakura smirks, tasting blood and salt and victory. “Think you can handle more, old lady?”

“Don’t push your luck, brat.” Tsunade smirks, stalking towards Sakura to pull her up, “Now let me see that jaw of yours. And the stomach, the hell did I tell you about the sto-“

“I know,” She snaps, rolling her eyes as her body throbs something fierce. She allows herself the weakness of leaning into Tsunade’s as they trudge back to their small cottage. “I’ll do better.”

“Good.” They leave it at that. Then, “That was a good hit, my pupil.”

And Sakura, well, she’s feeling indulgent, so she smiles, a slight twitch of the lips as she murmurs, “Thank you, shishou.”

xxiv.

She finds him at the usual spot, draped over a branch like a limp curtain, book in hand. Sakura is still not quite over the fact that the death god reads awfully written porn, but at this point in her life, nothing can truly shock her.

Sakura is well past expectations.

Hiking up her pants, she climbs up the tree and to the branch he’s lounging on, straddling it so her back is to the trunk. Kakashi makes a curious noise when she pulls out her book from the waistline of her pants, “I never took you as an Icha Icha reader, Sakura-chan.”

Peering over the top of her book, Sakura quirks a brow, “If you can read porn, so can I.” A pause as she turns the page, “Plus you’re reading Paradise, I’m reading Violence. Two very different pieces of literature.”

What she will not tell him is that Tsunade taught her how to read with these books, she’s memorized every page, paragraph, and line written.

“You wound me so,” He sighs, going back to his book.

Comfortable silence descends upon them and the only sounds are of nature and the rustle of paper. Time passes and she cannot help the slight twitch of her lips whenever Kakashi giggles at a certain part. It is nice, this quiet.

But she knows it will not last. She will not allow it.

And like an omen, low rumbling of thunder rolls through their quiet, small droplets landing on her hand before the rain steadily picks up. Sakura snaps the book shut and shimmies down the tree, Kakashi landing soundly next to her.

“My place?” She asks, though she knows the answer.

Kakashi intertwines their hands, gently and slowly, his hand encompassing her own as he looks at her, dark eyes reflecting the sky as lightning strikes. Something hot pools deep in her belly when she makes eye contact with him.

And she knows. She knows that she has him.

They stand in her small cottage, dripping and studying each other before they move as one, ripping at each other’s clothes, all lips, teeth, and tongue.

She claws at his back when he thrusts into her, rough and unyielding. The rain pounds outside as her back arches and he groans deep and rasping.

He falls asleep, his face pressed into the crook of her neck and Sakura allows herself to smirk, the taste of glory on her tongue once more.

xiv.

Sakura glowers and bares her teeth at the woman, “You still haven’t fuckin’ told me what we’re supposed to be doing.”

Truly, the only reason why Sakura is even here is because of the free food and shelter. She is well aware that nothing is free in this world, Sakura has learned that the hard way.

The woman tilts her head, studying keenly and Sakura rears her head in a snarl. But the woman’s lips pick up at the corner, “What’s your name girl?”

“Sakura.” She bites out, fingers curling into fists. Glancing around the tavern, she notes the exits, the windows, the people who could be an issue. Then again, she’s sitting across the biggest threat in the room. “And yours?”

The woman hums, “Call me Tsunade.”

“And what am I supposed to be doing here?” She grounds out. Sakura nearly bites the woman when two strong hands clamp down on her shoulders, the woman’s face inches from her own.

“You are the catalyst, girl. The commination that will teach the world the very meaning of power.” Sakura’s eyes sharpen at the last word and Tsunade nods. “You like that, hm? I will teach you then, Sakura. And you will enact my vengeance on the heavens itself.”

Sakura stares, tension slowly melting from her body as she stares at this woman, at this savior. And she thinks, she remembers how cold her mother’s body was, the look of grief her father wore when he left.

She remembers tripping over the bodies of friends, of neighbors, half coherent and sickly.

Looking at Tsunade, Sakura licks her lips, “And what will you teach me?”

“How to turn that rage into a dagger and slit gods’ throats with it.” The woman purrs and Sakura smiles.

xxiv.

She wakes to a freezing cold chest to her back and puffs of air on her neck, just as she has since that night.

It is exactly as Tsunade said it would be; fishing. Lure, hook, and reel.

Sakura lets herself smile with teeth, a smug and sharp thing before she slowly extracts herself from the tangle of limbs they had become. The Shinigami slumbers in her bed, wrapped in her blankets.

Leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, she looks at the god who she has fallen in love with. He loves her with just as much ferocity, she knows. And despite it all, she finds herself not quite hesitating when she goes to dig through her cabinets, finding the small nine pedaled flower. It once had ten and after this morning it will only have eight.

It is as if sinking into a familiar skin as she picks one of the petals, tucking the flower back where it was. Humming under her breath, Sakura grounds the petal in a small bowl before brewing some tea, sprinkling the powder into it.

The Shinigami’s arms snake around her waist, kissing her temple as he rumbles, “Good morning.”

Sakura turns her head to smile at him, offering the tea.

The scaled, clawed, fanged thing within her has its ugly maw open, head throw back as it cackles and howls.

xviii.

“Listen brat,” Tsunade says, snapping open a scroll.

“I’ve already read that,” Sakura interjects, her brows raising. “You know that.”

Tsunade slaps the back of her head, “When I say listen, I mean it.” She shoves the scroll into Sakura’s lap before striding towards a chest that had not been there before. “Come here.”

Slowly, Sakura makes her way towards the opened chest and peeks inside. She drops the scroll, “Is-is that-”

“Weapons to kill the divine,” Tsunade finishes for her, nodding. “Find one you like.”

Sakura swallows harshly as she kneels down and digs through the weapons, careful of every sharp point, as she palms a knife, a curved dagger with a golden blade. “This one.” She whispers, looking up to her master.

Tsunade nods in approval. “There are few ways to kill a kami.” She holds out one finger, “One, with an ichor dipped weapon.” A second finger. “Two, a very particular poison.”

Picking up the scroll, Sakura glances down the list before landing on one flower, “Kami koroshi.”

“That’s right.” Tsunade nods, “And do you know what to do with it?”

Sakura stands, flipping the dagger in her hand. It feels like coming home, having a blade at her side, bathing in the intimately dangerous knowledge of how to bring about the destruction of the heavens.

“Crush it for indigestion.”

xxiii.

Her stomach aches with laughter, clutching at her sides as she cramps and chokes on her tears. “An-and then wha-what happened?” She manages to get out as Kakashi laughs himself, leaning against the wall, a jug of liquor in hand.

He passes it to her and Sakura takes a long drink, reminiscing of a time similar to this.

“Then I told him, fuck off you little shit—" Kakashi wheezes and Sakura shouts with laughter, curling over as she gasps for breath. “And go blow som-someone else!”

They both dissolve into giggles and howls, Kakashi joining her on the floor. Sakura’s panting by the time she catches her breath, wiping tears from her face, and when she looks over Kakashi is not much better.

Brushing hair from his face, she points skyward, the stars winking down at him. “Hey Kakashi,” She asks, drunk off her ass and still giggly. “Where do you think we go when we die?”

Silence meets her question, and she sluggishly looks to the side to find him watching her, eyes soft and so full of— of—

“You’ll go somewhere safe,” He says softly. “Somewhere beautiful.”

“Yeah?” She mumbles, eyes dropping closed.

“I’ll make sure of it.” Is the last thing she hears before the dark overtakes her.

xix.

Tsunade sits across from her, laughing as she takes another long drink from her jug and sets it down heavily.

Sakura simply watches, leaning back in her chair, eyes cold and head tilted as her master coughs once, twice, three times.

Her arms begin to lose its color, being paler and paler and Tsunade watches with detached interest before laughing. She looks to Sakura, “Took you long enough, you fuckin’ brat.”

Snorting, Sakura stands, dagger in hand as Tsunade’s body begins to writhe, her breathes coming quick and uneven.

She yanks her master’s hair back, exposing her throat and slitting it in a single slide, so deep that she knicks bone, golden blood spraying.

The body drops forward, ichor pooling on the table and dripping onto the floor. Sakura sighs, rubbing the back of her neck as she kneels down to look into Tsunade’s lifeless eyes, “I will take it from here, Shishou.”

The promise rings out into the silence and Sakura revels in it.

xxiv.

Kakashi takes a sip of the tea as they both sit down, Sakura across from him. She takes a bite from the rest of their bread, watching him keenly.

He jerks suddenly, choking and hacking as he looks to her in horror and alarm. “You—"

“Me.” She confirms easily, getting up, dagger in hand.

The Shinigami roars and pushes the table away from himself and into the wall, Sakura ducks, the wood barely grazing her head before she lunges.

His already pale skin grays some more as he attempts to fight her off. She laughs at him, holding him down with one hand, knees on either side of his hips. And in the morning light, her dagger glints like a heaven sent prayer.

She plunges the blade into his head and drags it down his breast, carving him open as the kami screams and screams and screams.

Sakura feels his life bleed out from him under her hand. It is quiet once more.

And the girl made woman smiles, all bloodied teeth and gold stained hands. "And here we are." she whispers, caressing the corpse's cheek, reveling in her quiet victory. "Divinity dies at my wretched hands once again."

xvii.

“Shishou,” She begins, treading carefully. Her teacher looks at her in question, quirking up a brow. “Why were you outcasted from the other Kami?”

Tsunade— or more commonly known as Inari, Goddess of Everything Important, of the very Life— laughs and it is a hollow sound. “Oh, darling girl,” She says, a bland smile on her face. “Even gods hunger for power."

xiv.

Sakura sits, a feast laid out in front of her, a goblet of wine in her hand as she smiles, eyes flashing with something predatory.

Picking up her fork, Sakura spears into the first bit of meat, taking a bite and moaning at the way it melts in her mouth, the way the spices and flavors all blend.

She sips at her wine, running her tongue over her teeth before she laughs, throwing her head back and cackles at it all, with it all. Oh, she is a god killer, she is god taught and god fucked and she will be the one to rule them all.

Sakura sits, a feast laid in front of her, and eats the Shinigami’s flesh, one bite at a time until she can feel the power in her roar.

xix.

The corpse still sits at the table as Sakura rummages through the shit Tsunade had left behind, finding a thick envelope sealed in wax. Prying it open, Sakura laughs.

If you’ve found this, it means you’ve finally grown a pair and done what you were supposed to do. Well done, my pupil. You know your mission. I have trained you well. Do not disappoint me.

And behind the scrawled letter is a recipe.

She looks to the corpse and back down to the paper before she stands, going to gather the ingredients needed.

Sakura stands, flipping through the rest of the contents of the envelope until she pauses at another paper; a list of names and common dwellings.

The Shinigami’s is underlined three times in red.

xxv.

It ends with a girl (doesn't it always?), a girl made of nothing but destruction and anger, all slit throats and bleeding teeth.

She is horrid, she is wretched, she is powerful.

And she has grown, that girl made woman, she has grown and her eyes are wide open and she is intimately aware of the hated and evil of the world, of the weaknesses of the divine.

She finds them laying under a tree, peacefully existing and smiling at each other. The blonde one laughs, clutching his stomach while the raven simply watches on in adoration.

Sakura takes out the list, and under the Shinigami’s name crosses off two more, Raijin and Fujin.

Smiling, she makes her way towards them making sure to look a little lost and a bit scared.

And that thing inside her, the scaled, clawed, fanged thing, it smiles wide and hungry.

[renaxwrites]

Hello! Can I ask headcanons about Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto, who hear girls, who pretend to be friends with their girlfriend out of envy say mean things about her behind her back, and boys stand up for her? I recently got into a similar situation and need support. Thank you for your blog!

Word of Mouth

- (Kuroo, Akaashi, Bokuto)

a/n: I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope you’re okay :( I was in a tough spot like that as well, people can be so mean sometimes :(( but it gets better when you find those real friends who stand up for you. Hope you enjoy <3

warnings: slight cussing, implied sexual activity

Kuroo:

This guy seems to be the type who can decipher in two seconds whether someone is a good person or not

And he was sure that your friends were good, especially since they were the ones to encourage you to admit your feelings toward him

So one day you and your friends attended one of Nekoma’s team for support

Kuroo wasted no time to sashay over and give you his routine greeting

Kuroo: “good luck kiss please.”

smooch

Kuroo: “also hold my jacket, I need someone to rep my name ya know ;)”

You: :) ??? okay bby :)

He walks away after he makes sure you put on the jacket

Once the match finished, you give him his “congrats kiss” he’s really insistent on all types of kisses that sly mf and excused yourself to the bathroom

He turns to talk to his team while he was in good spirits

Then he heard your friend scoff

Friend 1: “Thank god, I thought y/n would never leave”

Friend 2: “Maybe now that they’re gone we can make our move”

Friend 3: “Pretty sure I can look better in his jacket than they can. Slut”

He went from :) to >:( real fast

He whipped his head around and stomped over. The team slowly followed in confusion

Kuroo: “Who are you calling a slut”

Them: :o :o :o

Kuroo: “I know it’s not the same y/n that’s wearing my jacket. The same one that’s your friend. Man, and I thought you lot were genuine. Y’all are nothing but two-timin bitches and for what? To try and get in my pants? The only one who’s allowed to wear my jacket and get in my pants is y/n. And they’re the most beautiful thing in the world when they do. I love them. And I will never change my mind about that.”

Them: :O :O :O

You: :O

He didn’t realize you were standing there until Kenma rapped his shoulder and pointed at you

You were blushing, and not from hearing you get shit-talked behind your back, but the fact that your bf stood up for you AND confessed his love in front of the entire school

He walks over and pulls you by his jacket, zipping up the zipper all the way

He kisses your forehead

Kuroo: “Let’s go find you some real friends”

....

You: “After I get in your pants”

Him: :O

Akaashi:

Now it’s not that hard to believe that this beautiful creature is swooned over by the entire student population

So when they found out that the infamous Akaashi Keiji finally got cuffed there were many supporters and shippers

And there were a few haters as well

Akaashi supports whoever you are friends with, he trusts your judgement

But he started noticed your friends’ change in behavior ever since you got together

At some point he had had enough, and wanted to get to the bottom of it

So one day he joined your study group with your friends

You all decided to take a quick break, and he offered to accompany you to the vending machine, his plan in action

Akaashi: “You go on ahead, I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. Do you mind getting me a water, my love?”

swoons at the words ‘my love’

You: :D heck yes bby at your service

Once you leave, he creeps up to next to the doorway to eavesdrop

Friend 1: “They have some nerve bringing him today. If it was just Akaashi I wouldn’t mind...”

Friend 2: “Yeah, as if stealing him wasn’t enough. It’s like they’re rubbing it in our face”

Friend 1: “Ugh, what a selfish bitch”

Akaashi: :(

He was sad that he finally found out how they really felt. How could they hate such an angel like you?

You both return with waters, but your friends were still in a bad mood

So once the bickering toward you started, Akaashi got fed up

Akaashi: “You know, I think the two of us will take our leave. And by the way, if you only want me, that’s too bad. I’m the one who asked them out, so wherever I go, they come with me, and vice versa. You two are the most unsupportive people I’ve ever met. I think we’re done from here and on.”

There was a beat of silence. All three of you were like :o at his sudden outburst

He dragged you out, taking you home to finish the study session, where he explained what happened as he made you some tea

You: “Thank you”

Akaashi: “For what?”

“Everything”

“Anything for you, my love”

swoon marry me pls

Bokuto:

He definitely was well-known around the school, being one of the top aces in Japan and all

He was also well-known for being loud

Like. Really loud.

So when you guys got together, everyone definitely knew

How could they not? He loved to show off his baby!

You: *breathes*

Bokuto: My LOVE :D !! My ANGEL :D !! My HONEY BUNCH :D !! (and the other million names he has for you)

But since he had many fans, many of them were not please that he was off the market now

Because he was your bf now, there was a newfound spotlight of popularity on you, and while you were kind of okay with it, it came with a few scheming individuals

These girls in your class were quick to befriend you, and soon you formed a little “study group”

These “study” sessions were 10% actual studying. The other 90% was the three of them trying to pry Bokuto details out ofyou, trying to get you to spill any secrets of dating the ace

You didn’t really notice, it was just nice to have others to confide in

But oh boy

Did your bf notice

Thy always insisted on coming with you whenever Bokuto was involved

Practice? They were there in Nekoma gear

Mini ice cream date? Your friends practically invited themselves

And they wouldn’t even notice you, they were so focused on his every words, trying to get a touch of his flexed muscles

But he noticed how sour they would appear wherever he mentioned you

One night, the team was at the new diner after a match, famished after defeating your opponents

And of course, your friends decided to tag along

So the four of you were in a booth, with you, Bokuto, and your two new friends, who happened to be whispering to each other

Suddenly you got a call from your mom, and quickly excused yourself to take the call outside

What you didn’t know was that you’re new “friends” had devised a plan to try and snatch Bokuto from you

Friend 1: “Good, they’re finally gone”

Bokuto: >:o the fuck

Friend 2: “So, the two of us were wondering if you were doing anything tonight after this”

Bokuto: the fuck x 2 “Yeah, I’m going home with y/n. We’ll probably watch a movie or cuddle or something cute”

Friend 1: “Movie with y/n? Cuddle?? You wouldn’t want to do anything more interesting than that?”

Him: :( ?? “Like what?”

Friend 2: “Well we’re soo much better than they are, you can come home with us. You’ll have so much fun”

Bokuto (the oblivious/lovestruck mf he is): “We’ll watch a movie with y/n? Sounds fun!!”

They shook their head, then each one of the places a hand on his juicy thighs

Friend 1: “Forget about y/n. They’re nothing compare to what we can give you, physically.”

Friend 2: “We could have a threesome if you want. Doesn’t that sounds more appealing than watching a movie with them?”

Bokuto: >:O ah hell no

He jumped out of the booth and stared at them. “How dare you? We’re you only friends with y/n so you can try to get me with you two?! That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard!! Y/n my angel, my baby, my everything!! I would NEVER leave them, let alone CHEAT on them. And you sure as hell don’t deserve THEM as a friend. I’m so digusted right now I can’t even think straight!!”

He could rant longer, but he feels your hand on his shoulder.

You: “Bo, let’s go home.”

Bokuto: “Yes boss :)”

The rest of the team followed you home, joining in on the movie marathon you two had

Now you have lots of true friends and a great bf

[ffastoriesforfatties]

Fat people

“Ugh I don’t know why obese people can’t lose the weight, they’re just lazy you know!” Sam stood in her kitchen facing her boyfriend who was slowly picking at his salad resting on her island counter.

“I dunno Sam....” he had heard her rants on this so many times he barely registered them anymore “why don’t you get really fat and the loose it, to, to stick it to them” he threw out jokingly.

“Hey... that’s not a half bad idea” Sam stood there considering the idea, “Then no one could argue that it’s do-able,...” Dylan looked up in surprise, was she actually gonna do that???

“Wait Sam you can’t be serious, I was joking.”

“No no you’re right, it won’t even take too long, if I drop all my exercise regimes and quadruple my caloric intake the pounds will come on like nothing, and then I’ll lose it all, in the course of a year!”

“That’s actually crazy, you’re not gonna do that” Dylan stared at her in disbelief

“No I will, I’m tired of fat-asses acting like they can’t loose weight! I’ll just prove how easy it is when you’re actually trying”

~the next day~

“Whoa whatcha doing in here” Dylan walked into the bathroom to find Sam scribbling numbers into a notebook

“Oh hey, I’m just recording my starting weight and measurements- 28-24-30 and 126.4lbs !” Sam looked up from her pad and smiled at Dylan

“So you’re uh, really doing this?” Dylan asked somewhat confused

“Of course I am, I’ll just put on a lot of weight and then lose it, you’ll have your skinny girlfriend back in no time” Sam chuckled

~2 weeks later~

Dylan walked into the living room hearing Sam beckoning him

“Dylan honey can you please get me some more food?” She paused for a moment “like the pack of Oreos on the counter and maybe one or 2 of the donuts? Sorry, ummm let’s go with 3.”

Since Sam started this journey their apartment had been stuffed with the crappiest food that old Sam would’ve never laid a finger on. Dylan obliged and grabbed the Oreos and donuts and started to bring them over to Sam, when he saw her his jaw almost dropped, she was looking bigger than he had seen in-ever actually, she was certainly not fat but she was actually starting to accumulate fat on her stomach and thighs and it was clear she had been stuffing herself for a while since her belly looked engorged.

“Um here you go Sam” Dylan shuffled away after handing it to her almost unable to contain how much his brain was freaking out, Dylan had always had a secret attraction to fat girls but was always ashamed of it, so he dated Sam because she was the complete opposite, but now..

“Oh Dylan honey I *stuffes face with a mouthful of donut* know you hate to see me looking so fat but I promise Ill go back to bring skinny soon enough, I just have to prove my point”

Dylan sighed knowing she didn’t know the half of it.

~8 weeks later~

Dylan had been out of town on business and when he came in through the door he immediately heard a shrill scream followed by

“Dylan is that you honey? Can you help me with something?” Dylan obliged and walked into their bathroom to be shocked by what he saw, a probably borderline obese Sam stood infront of him, wearing nothing but a very very tiny thong several sizes small and a sports bra, or more likely old shirt pulled taught against her upper body, her belly was hanging over her pelvis and sticking out far past her still surprisingly medium sized tits, her sides were decorated with plump thick rolls, her arms looking akin to pillows as well as her thighs and ass, and her face was shrouded by juicy cheeks and a clingy double chin.

She was screaming in joy it seemed, she had just taken her hip measurements by the look of it and was trying to get a read on the scale

“Dylan can you please tell me what that says, I cannot see it no matter how hard I try”

Dylan still in disbelief walked to the scale and read the number “247.3” Dylan’s brain short-sercuited and Sam cried with glee again causing her body to jiggle. Dylan still just stood there in disbelief, as Sam gleefully wrote down the numbers.

“Isn’t it great? I’m getting so big!” Sam cried out

“Yeah it’s it’s great” Dylan was using every ounce of self control in his body “Wasn’t your old goal only 225 though?”

“Yeah but I figured it would be even better if I kept going so the-the before and after are better..-“ Sam trailed off getting lost in her notebooks measurements and clearly getting away from the point of this experiment and every second was torture for Dylan since he couldn’t tell her how much he was secretly, and shamefully enjoying the transformation.

“Hey hon can you help me get my waist measurement?” She held out the tape and Dylan grabbed it and wrapped it around her large gut taking a sharp inhale as he grazed her lovehandles, he met the ends at 60 inches

“60 even.” Dylan’s brain wasn’t even processing information anymore, he was just stricken with shock he couldn’t get over.

~later that night~

Sam sprawled out on the couch stuffed out of her mind when she asked Dylan to come over

“Dylannnnn can you feed this to me? I need the calories but I’m so tireddddd” Dylan heard her loud and clear and after careful consideration gave in and walked over to feed his beached whale of a girlfriend.

“Um alright, what do you want?” Sam motioned to a bag of cookies from her reclined position on the couch and opened her mouth read to be fed. Dylan hesitantly put a cookie near her mouth and she quickly ate it clearly in the habit, and Dylan repeated the action, with several of them before Sam asked him to bring her the heavy cream from the fridge, so he assisted her, and grabbed it from the fridge all while thinking about how the old Sam would’ve never even eaten 1 cookie, and would’ve never even bought the heavy cream in his hand.

Dylan got back to the couch and Sam immediately said “just pour it into my mouth it’s faster” and Dylan slowly poured it into her mouth, and Sam drank it with ease. When Dylan had practically dumped the entire carton into his girlfriend she motioned for him to stop and then let out a huge belch before grabbing the carton and finishing it herself

“Thank you hone-“ she cut herself off as she started to doze off from an apparent food coma leaving Dylan dumbstruck staring at her body, her belly was becoming ginormous and he found himself mezmorized by it before snapping himself out of it. But Dylan couldn’t resist and snuck off to the bathroom to help himself.

~another week later~

Since Dylan’s return and Sams increasing laziness and dependency Dylan ended up feeding her most meals in their apartment since Sam liked to pass out after she was stuffed. Sam has also far surpassed her original goal weight, but it didn’t seem to even matter to her anymore, she loved her new lifestyle, and was probably far too lazy to make any change regardless so for the mean time Dylan didn’t bring it up.

Later as Sam was laying in bed eating a donut with a glass of milk she watched Dylan come into the room and start changing for bed and Sam had an idea

“You know Dylan, we haven’t really done.... stuff....recently... and I was thinking maybe we could change that..?” Sam sat upright in bed trying her best to look seductive but was really just highlighting her rolls but that didn’t get Dylan any less worked up, who immediately understood what she was asking and standing there in his sweatpants getting an erection, that Sam definitely noticed and smirked at.

“I take that as a yes..?” And Dylan wandered over to the bed more ready for this than anything else in his entire life, after years of suppressing his attraction was too horny to care and pulled his boxers down as he climbed onto the bed over Sam.

Sam grinned excitedly as Dylan opened her fat filled thighs and ran his hands up and lifted her heavy belly so that he could grab her pussy. He teased his dick around the hole while he ran his hands along the dome of her belly for the first time feeling it in his palms. He grabbed Sam by her love handles and pulled them closer so he could slide his dick inside her while being harder than he had ever been before in his life. He started pumping in and out leaned over and kissed her belly (partially due to the fact that’s all he could reach due to its size) and grabbed her at the hips to keep her close. Sam moaned and rolled her head back, panting, savoring every second until Dylan open came inside her unable to hold it.

Dylan pulled his dick out and flopped horizontally onto the bed in shock and Sam just sat there panting probably tired from the minimal exercise (if you could even call it that) Dylan picked up on her breathing and decided to comment

“You know the only thing that used to make you that out of breath was hill sprints” Dylan chuckled to himself at the stark contrast from old Sam. “Also Sam, when are you gonna lose the weight? Weren’t you supposed to 40 pounds ago?”

“Oh uh yeah I’m gonna lose it soon, but what’s-whats the rush? It’ll only make my point, uh uh stronger if I’m bigger, when I finally.... lose it” Dylan chuckled to himself now knowing she was addicted to it.

“What, what’s so funny?” Sam asked hearing his chuckling

“It’s just, Sam you’re not gonna lose it. I’ve seen how out of shape you are, how much you love food? You just keeping telling yourself you will but we both know you’re not gonna” Dylan turned to face Sam and have her a very blunt stare

“Now that’s-thats just not true!” Sam started to struggle out of bed and get herself standing “See I’ll prove it right now! I’m gonna lose the weight starting now!” And she attempted to do a single jumping jack (which she couldn’t even complete) before clearly processing how difficult that was and how heavy she felt “well um I can’t start now it’ll throw off my measurements and weight for the um before and afters, I um need to get to an even number before I can even start to lose weight though, cause that’ll uh um be more powerful” she said staring at her pudgy feet “I’m only 271..”

“Well then let’s change that.” Dylan lead her to the couch her plump out of shape form struggling to follow, Dylan sat her on the couch and quickly went into the kitchen and pulled out an arsenal of fatty foods and brought them to the coffee table, he opened a bag of ding-dongs and held it infront of Sam until she took it in her mouth and Dylan proceeded to stuff her with ding-dongs and crackers and beer until she passed out in bliss at which point Dylan whispered into her ear “I’m going to make you so much fatter and you won’t be able to go back fatty”

~please leave me ideas or constructive critizim! It’s always appreciated

[emwritesfootball]

Sotto Voce: Chapter Three | John McGinn

Word Count: 1,866 Warnings: masturbation (female), oral sex (female receiving)

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With no way to promote this newfound venture, John isn’t sure it’s going to do well, which is why he’s surprised when he checks the sites a few days later to find that he’s had a few thousand hits. The comments on some of them surprise him, too - people listening seem to love his accent and a few even want more videos along the same theme of punishment.

The days leading up to his next recording are filled with an intense amount of one-sided sexual tension. Things aren’t awkward between the two of them - unless you count the fact that he’s gotten off thinking about her once for his audio - but that doesn’t stop John from constantly questioning her actions or trying to spin something into a fantasy he can use later.

Case in point. It’s their usual weekly movie night and she’s got her legs across his lap. He’s absently tracing patterns on her calves and she doesn’t seem to mind, except when she shifts and adjusts every-so-often. When she does, she lets out little whimpers that are driving him mad with need, and John’s somewhat scared that she’ll move the wrong way and find out he’s got a raging hard-on. Thankfully, it never comes to that, but when he goes to bed that night, he knows exactly what he’s going to be recording tomorrow.

“You’ve been a tease all week,” he starts, opening this week’s fantasy with much more confidence. “Don’t try to play innocent with me, love. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. There’s longing and need behind those beautiful eyes.” He chuckles, shaking his head and leaning in on his elbows as he speaks sotto voce into the microphone. “I know you felt it, too.”

“Come here, love,” he murmurs, patting his lap. “Come straddle me. I want you to feel just how hard you make me while I kiss you. Don’t hold anything back - I’ll know.”

John only feels foolish for a moment as he brings his forearm to his mouth. The sensation of his lips on skin, even his own, override his senses as images of his roommate fill his head again. It’s wrong, he knows, but he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have her like this, and on some level, these fantasies help quell his lust for her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, imagining her eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his thumb over her cheekbones. “Are you gonna let me kiss your neck?”

He waits a beat for the answer, and then he starts kissing his way down his forearm. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He says, making sure the microphone picks up the smirk in his voice. “Will you let me mark you, love?” He chuckles, kissing the same spot on his arm a few more times and holding. “Good girl.”

He imagines the shiver that would run down her spine at his praise. John’s seen the way she reacts to certain words and he knows that the phrase would drive her wild.

“Let me slide my hands up your thighs,” he continues, painting the picture with his voice. “Oh, does that turn you on - when I run my fingers over the edge of your shorts, making you buck your hips? Can you feel how hard my dick is for you, love? Does it make your pussy wet?”

John groans into the mic, his eyes involuntarily closing as he pictures her breathy whimper of need as she gasps a short ‘Yes’ against his neck. When he pushes her panties to the side, he imagines finding her wet, chuckling, “Look at you - such a mess! You’re positively dripping for me, love.”

“If I slide two fingers inside of you, will you cum for me?” John asks, visualizing her response. “Fuck,” he groans. “I just felt your pussy clench around my fingers when I brush my palm against your clit. Want me to do it again, don’t you? Needy thing.”

He makes a few more gestures and groans, giving her sufficient time for her orgasm to build. “You gonna cum for me, love? Yeah? Nngh - fuck! - your pussy feels so good squeezing my fingers like that. Keep going - I want every last bit of your orgasm. Thaaat’s a good girl.” He pauses, breathing heavily like he’s actually made his roommate cum. “Let me lick your juices off my hand. Mm, you taste so good… will you let me go down on you later tonight? Stick my tongue in that juicy pussy while you thread your fingers through my hair and ride my face?” John chuckles again. “You’d like that, wouldn't you? Naughty girl.”

He ends the audio session a little after that, going back and editing as needed. Within the last week he’s learned how to add in and layer sounds over each other, so he does just that, making sure that this audio is better than the last.

Luckily for him, he hits ‘Upload’ seconds before his roommate comes home, and he can breathe a sigh of relief that she still doesn’t know what he’s up to.

***

She finds it completely by accident, and she can’t believe she didn’t find it sooner. It’s up on one of her most frequently-visited sites, right at the top under Featured New.

The man’s username is TheScottishLad, and the moment she clicks on his most recent audio, she’s hooked. It doesn’t help that his accent makes her picture John and she has to bite her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. He’s long-since gone to bed and of course she can’t sleep that night, needing relief in the form of an orgasm. Not for the first time, she’s grateful that his room is on the other end of the house as she finds the toy she wants to use and turns it on.

The audio is titled ‘Bathroom Tease’ and it’s the most recent of his fifteen or so uploads. She makes a mental note to bookmark the page after she’s done with her orgasm, but the second she presses ‘Play’, she loses all rational thought.

“You’re teasing again, love.” The man’s voice invades her ears through her headphones and sends a shiver down her spine. “I’m getting ready for work, and you’re teasing again. You think you’re so coy, sitting on the counter in nothing but my shirt and that sexy smile, but you have no idea what I’ve got planned for you.”

The image he conjures up makes her think back to earlier in the week. She’d been doing the exact same thing - sitting on John’s counter as she watched him get ready - except, she knew, this was going to end much differently. This time, she’d actually get to cum instead of leaving his bathroom sexually frustrated.

“Spread your legs, darling - I wanna stand in between them. God, you look so sexy in my shirt. You can’t expect me to keep all this sexual frustration to myself, can you?” He chuckles and she lets out an audible moan. “Naughty girl, though - you’re not wearing panties!” He makes a tsk noise with his tongue and she can practically picture John shaking his head at her as this man asks, “What are we going to do with you?”

“Make me cum,” she whispers to herself, thrusting her toy in and out of her dripping pussy. “Please!”

“Let me run my fingers up your thighs.” She pictures John’s hands as the voice narrates, and it makes her unbearably horny. So far, it’s everything she wanted him to do to her in the bathroom earlier in the week and she needs to know how this ends. “Your little gasp is so sexy, love. Tell me… is that how you’re going to sound when I make you cum?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, biting down on her bottom lip as she arches her back into his invisible touch.

“Lean back on your elbows. I wanna see all of you. Thaaat’s it - good girl.” The way his accent trips over the praise has her head spinning. She’s always wanted John to call her that - even if he’d only mean it platonically - and hearing it said in a Scottish accent (even if it isn’t his) makes her pussy clench around the toy. “My, my - someone’s made a mess. Maybe you should’ve worn panties, but then again, that would take the fun out of what I’m about to do now. Open your mouth; I want you to taste yourself off my fingers.”

She dips her fingers between her legs, whimpering when the pads of her fingertips skim over her clit and she can feel how wet she is. It doesn’t feel weird when she lifts her fingers back up to her mouth, pretending they’re John’s as she swirls her tongue around them. She imagines the look on his face when her eyes connect with his, the brown turning shades darker with lust.

“See how good you taste? That’s why I love going down on you. Kissing-” he pauses, and the sound of lips on skin fill her headphones as he continues, “-my way up your inner thighs before I get to your sweet centre. Can you feel my breath on your clit? Does it excite you? I can see your pussy puckering, desperate to clench around something. Are you desperate for me, love?”

“Yes,” she mumbles, her thoughts barely coherent now. “Yes, so desperate, John. Please!”

“Normally, I’d take my time with you - make you beg - but I don’t wanna be late for work again because I made you edge too many times and gave you that orgasm you were craving. You’ve got a minute to cum, love, and if you don’t, that’s your own fault.”

The sounds of mouth-on-pussy have her reeling. She’s pretty sure the audio murmurs dirty things to her cunt while he continues, but she’s lost in her own little world thinking about John. She imagines her legs wrapped around his shoulders, her elbows shaking as she struggles to hold herself up while he goes down on her.

When he starts to count down, she loses it.

“Five.”

She turns up the vibration on her toy.

“Four.”

She starts to breathe heavily, panting in little whimpers as her orgasm builds.

“Three.”

John’s name is on her lips as she starts to thrust faster.

“Two.”

She cries out, “Oh, God! Please!”

“One. Cum for me, love.”

Her pussy spasms around the toy as his command triggers her orgasm. It’s one of the most intense orgasms she’s had all year, and the man she’s picturing in her head is none other than her friend and roommate. Sure, she’s had fantasies about him, thoughts she’d never acted on, but she’s never actually had an orgasm while his face is on her mind.

There’s a small twinge of something that she feels when she pulls the toy out of her pussy and sets it on her nightstand - she’ll clean it in the morning. Right now, she’s too spent to do much else except turn over and hook her leg around her body pillow as she drifts off into that perfect post-orgasm-satisfaction sleep.

[yelena-bellova]

ahhh I love your work!! Can you please do 6 and 14 with female reader and Poe? :) I’m a big fat sucker for a juicy friends to lovers.

A Night on Courscant

Plot: Poe and Y/n are stranded on Coruscant searching for a hotel room. But when do things ever go according to plan?

Warnings: extreme steam 🔥

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Why does every Poe imagine I write turn so thirsty? 😂 I’m not upset about it. I also managed to get every trope possible in this one including the famed ‘there was one bed.’

(And thank you so much, anon, for the kind words!)

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6: “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

14: “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

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It was supposed to be a one day diplomatic mission to Coruscant. We were supposed to be back at base by nightfall until our ship’s compressor had decided against that decision. I’d contacted Leia to let her know the situation and she said she’d send a ship first thing in the morning. Until then, Poe and I were walking through the heart of the metropolitan planet in search of a hotel for the night.

“If I remember right,” Poe pointed towards a cluster of smaller buildings, “One of those has rooms for pretty cheap. Between the two of us, we should be able to swing it.”


“Good,” I replied, “I’m ready to put an end to this day.”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” Poe pulled me into his side, “There’s a lot worse people to be stuck with for the night.”

I laughed, trying to ignore the hammering of my heart at being pressed against him. Falling in love during war was dangerous, but falling in love with your best friend during war was just plain unfair.

“Look at it this way,” Poe said, “We had to sit through a criminally boring meeting, lost our ship and are stranded on a planet we hardly know. It can only get better from here.”

Like clockwork, just as Poe had finished his sentence, it began to rain. Upon the first drops hitting, he bit down frustratedly on his lip and nodded.

“You’re right,” I said over the growing noise, “This is better.”

Poe sighed and reached for my hand, “Come on.”

We dashed through the city, weaving between people on the crowded sidewalks, as the light drizzle picked up and turned to a torrential downpour. Luckily, the hotel Poe knew about was close by and it didn’t take long to make our way over. However, with the strength of the storm, we were soaked to the bone by the time we got there.

Poe had compiled both our credits and we stood at the check-in desk, awaiting our room key. In my exhaustion, I hadn’t realized I was staring at my friend. The rain had soaked through the cream colored shirt he was wearing, making the outlines of his chest extremely visible. He’d pushed his wet curls off his face but one of them stubbornly stayed in place against his forehead, perfectly out of place. There was a reason that Poe was the poster boy of the Resistance, someone that beautiful deserved to have their face all over the galaxy.

Once the worker returned with our room key, Poe and I were quick to make our way up to our floor. The sooner we went to sleep, the sooner we’d get to go home. When Poe unlocked the room and switched on the lights, we were met with the surprise that there was only one bed.

“I could’ve sworn I asked the guy for a room with two beds,” Poe said.

“I was there, you did,” I sighed, my thoughts running rampant at our situation.

Poe rubbed at his neck, a nervous habit of his, “I guess we could make it work?”

“Yeah, of course,” I replied quickly, “I mean we’re…we’re friends.”

I must have been tired because I thought I heard Poe hesitate before saying, “Yeah, friends.”

He locked the door and we fully entered the room, I was trying to figure out how to navigate the night without it being too awkward. It was too late and I was too tired for a shower and it wasn’t like I had other clothes to change into. Not to mention I’d caught a chill during the storm and was freezing, all I wanted to do was get into bed.

“Um,” I began, “We’re going to need to, uh, get out of these clothes.”

Poe nodded, “I can turn around and you can get in bed, that way I won’t see anything.”

“O-okay,” I said, Poe promptly turned around and awkwardly cleared his throat. I peeled my long sleeved shirt off, followed by my boots and pants. I was left only in my undergarments, more cold than I’d been with my layers still on. I hurriedly climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over me. 

“You’re safe,” I said, Poe slowly turned around and smiled at the sight of just my head peeking out from the blankets.

Without warning, he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and reached behind him to pull his shirt over his head. I should’ve turned around instantly, but the shock of seeing his toned chest on display had caused my brain to short-circuit. After a few seconds, I caught myself and nervously turned on my side, mumbling an apology. I felt like a complete idiot. Poe moved under the sheets and I could feel the heat that practically radiated off of him warm the bed,

“Can I ask you something?” he quietly asked, I still hadn’t turned to face him.

“Sure,” I squeaked.

“If you were to describe you and I, what words would you use?”

I squinted in confusion, almost wishing that we would have gone to bed silently. Every word I wished I could use flooded my mind, but none of them had any place in our reality.

“Well,” I started, attempting to sound nonchalant “We’re friends.”

Poe hummed, “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

My eyes widened in horror before I turned over to face a very smug looking Poe.

“W-what are you talking about?” I asked.


Poe gave me a knowing stare, “Do you honestly think I haven’t noticed how you look at me? I know because,” he took a deep breath, “It’s the same way I look at you.”

I must have looked ridiculous, my jaw slack and my eyes slitted as I tried to comprehend what Poe was admitting to. Was he saying…he felt the same?

“I-I-Poe, I don’t know what-I mean-“ I cut my babbling off with my hand running over my face.

“Y/n, you heard what I said, don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way,” Poe said with a nervous laugh.

I turned my head to look at him, his deep brown eyes looked so determined and yet so vulnerable at the same time. It was taking a lot for him to admit his feelings to me, even if he seemed confident about it. If he could do it, then I could too…

“Yes, Poe,” I whispered before adjusting the volume of my voice, “I have feelings for you. But that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t do anything about them.”

“What?” he said, “I thought I just-“

“Yes, you did,” I interrupted, “And I’ve dreamed about hearing you saying something like that for so long but, Poe, we’re in the middle of a war. It’s a terrible idea for to get involved with someone when there’s a chance you’ll lose them the next day.”


Poe’s eyebrows scrunched together sadly as he listened to me, I was fighting back a few tears myself. It broke my heart to say, but it was true. The one thing that had always stopped me from telling Poe how I felt was the paralyzing fear of getting to love him and then having him ripped away from me.

“I disagree,” he objected, scooting his body closer to me, “Yeah, we live more dangerous lives than most people but that doesn’t mean we should have to give up stuff like…this.”

With very little space left between us, Poe gently took my hand and pressed it to his bare chest, just over his heart. I could feel its steady beat, though clearly a little faster than usual with the moment we were wrapped up in.

“I know it’s scary, the thought of losing you has woken me up in the middle of the night too many times. But I can’t keep going on like this. I want to know what it’s like to hold you, to kiss you, I want to know what it’s like to love you. Whether we win or lose this war,” Poe’s voice cracked with emotion, “I want to be by your side.”

If he hadn’t made it easy on me before, he was making it nearly impossible now. With every word he said, my heart swelled and my mind went blank as it searched for a rebuttal.

“Please give us a shot, Y/n,” Poe whispered as he studied my face, trying to find his answer.

Words failed me as I felt the pounding of his heart in my palm, the metaphor of it not lost on me. Poe had laid everything out for me to either take or destroy. It was my call. And I knew with my new knowledge, I couldn’t spend another day living in the misery of loving him and not doing anything about it.

I slid my hand off his chest, grasping his hand and placing it on my hip. His fingers tensed at first at the feeling of my skin, his eyes locking with mine searching for hesitation. When he found none, he relaxed and squeezed my waist gently. I shifted closer into him till our chests were pressed together, I shivered at the contact as I shakily moved my hands to grip his shoulders. Poe maneuvered his arm under me to wrap around my waist, enveloping me in him. We were standing on the edge, about to fall into something wonderful.

“I-I think I can give you more than a shot,” I whispered, watching the way his eyes lit up at my words.

Poe slowly dragged a finger along my figure till he reached my chin, tilting my chin up so our lips met. Finally. Months of desire and longing exploded in a single kiss, the euphoria of the moment ran through my veins. Our lips danced together in perfect harmony, moving together slowly and passionately. Poe’s tongue slid between my lips, begging for permission to deepen the kiss, and I happily parted for him with a whimper. As he entered, he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him so I was straddling him. He sat up and pulled me tighter to him while also snaking a hand up to my back. I rocked against Poe as my hands slid into his wet hair, eliciting a groan from him at the combination of sensations. The hand against my spine moved to the back of my head, pushing me as close as he could possibly have me and intensifying our kiss. This was surely the definition of bliss; a soaking wet Poe Dameron moaning beneath me and kissing me like it was our last night alive.

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The next morning, redressed in our now dry clothes, we met Rey and Finn on a landing platform. The sight of the Falcon was a welcome one as Poe and I did our best to appear as if nothing had changed between us. Once we boarded, Rey came up and us both hugs, followed directly by a gasp.

“What?” I asked, worried she’d sensed something was wrong or-

Shit.

“Finn!” she called out before racing off to wherever he was, “You owe me twenty credits!”

“Were they betting on us?” I said with a horrified chuckle.

“Does it matter?” he smiled, “I’m the real winner, I finally get to be with you.”

[lucifermorningstark666]

Hello there-3😈( Lucifer x reader)

Hi darlings,

Please note that this is the third and final part of the chapter Hello there. Do let me know what you think about it. Please hit the like, if you enjoyed this piece of mine..❤. You can also find this on Wattpad( Megalomaniac_123, Book name: Y/N's Handsome Devil)

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Maze showed you around LUX and gave you all the monetary transaction papers of LUX. You completed your accounting work and called Lucifer to ask regarding the lunch.

" Hello Lucifer, I have completed my work...shall I head to the restaurant or will you come to LUX now and we'll go together." You asked.

" Y/N, darling. I'll be arriving at LUX within 5 minutes and we'll go together in my Corvette" Lucifer said.

" OK, Lucifer. I am really excited." You said in a cheery tone.

" Me too, darling." Lucifer replied.

Lucifer arrived at LUX and you both headed to the restaurant in his car.

" Lucifer, I think all the tables are occupied. I can see people waiting outside" You said.

" Oh, not to worry, darling. I already made a reservation for two." Lucifer smiled at you.

" Oh...thank you, Lucifer." You said and returned a smile.

"No problem, darling. Anything for you." Lucifer smiled.

Lucifer had reserved a table facing the sea-side.

" So Y/N, how was the work today?" Lucifer asked.

" It was fine, Lucifer. I enjoyed every bit of it and well, Maze helped me a lot and showed me around LUX." You said with a small smile.

" I am very glad to hear that, darling. You must also have fun..OK.. doing work all the time makes humans boring...and I don't want you to be like that. And, if you need any other requirements you can ask, Maze" Lucifer said.

" Thank you, Lucifer" You said with a sweet smile.

" So..um..what do you want to have?" Lucifer asked.

" ( Favourite food) and ( Favourite drink)" You said.

" Great taste you have got, darling. I'll also, have that." Lucifer said.

Lucifer called the waiter and placed the order.

" So..um...do you have a boyfriend, darling?" Lucifer asked.

" No..Lucifer. I am single." You chuckled.

" Well that's great!..It's also very hard to believe that a beautiful  woman like you don't have a boyfriend." Lucifer giggled.

In your mind you thought, Sooner or Later I'll be having one.I want Lucifer to choose me.

Lucifer thought, I want Y/N to choose me as her boyfriend.

Your food arrived one by one. After having a delightful main course and drink, Lucifer asked " Darling, would you like to have dessert?"

"Yeah..sure, Lucifer.I would like to have one ( favourite dessert) " You said.

" Well, I'll also have it." Lucifer giggled.

After having dessert, you both planned to head back to LUX.

You got inside Lucifer's Corvette.

Before starting to drive, Lucifer said "Darling..um..I just wanted to..,um..tell you something. I  am not sure whether it is the right moment to say. But, I'll be relieved to hear..your..um..response.Y/N, I love you very much. I have been struggling to tell you this as I was not sure how you would react. And, today you saw my Devil face and I really don't know whether you can accept me or not. I'll not move with this relationship without your consent."

Lucifer took a small red box from his pocket and opened it. It was a beautiful  expensive diamond ring.

" Y/N darling, Would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend ? I'll never leave you and I'll always be there for you throughout your life." Lucifer said in a soft voice.

" Yes Lucifer, I love you a lot. You did choose me as your girlfriend.I know how much you meant it as you don't lie.I accept for who you truly are and you don't need to change for me.You really are an angel." You said, tears of joy stained your rosy cheeks.

" I am so happy to hear that, darling. I really can't believe it.You did choose me." Lucifer said and placed his hand behind your neck tenderly and pulled you closer to his juicy lips, for a passionate kiss.

You placed your hand on his face and massaged his cheeks softly, while kissing him. Your kiss became intense and your tongues started fighting for dominance. Lucifer slowly broke the kiss.

Lucifer took your hand gently and put the diamond ring on your finger.

" Lucifer, it's beautiful. Thank you so much." You said with a small smile.

" Oh..it's nothing, my love. I have planned better things for you. This is just a small token of my love." Lucifer blushed and kissed your hand.

" So..um..where to next, eh? LUX or a romantic afternoon at the beach or you have something in your mind?Dealer's choice." Lucifer blushed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Umm...you can decide, my handsome devil ." You said and kissed his cheek.

" I want you to decide, darling. Whatever it may be, I am sure it I'll be dandy." Lucifer said.

" Um....shall we go..to..the penthouse...of a guy named Lucifer.." You said and giggled.

" Ah...wonderful choice, girlfriend. So penthouse, it is" Lucifer said.

Lucifer and you headed back to LUX.

" Darling, you can go to the penthouse...I'll join you within five minutes, my love...need to talk to Maze about the arrangements for her birthday party..." Lucifer placed a small kiss on your lips.

" Yeah..sure, Lucifer. Take your time.No problem." You said and went to the penthouse.

Soon, Lucifer joined you at the penthouse.

" Miss the Devil already, darling ?.." Lucifer said and placed both his hands around your waist and pulled you towards his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards your lipstick smeared lips.

" Hmm..yes,  I missed you, coz you are now my Morningstar and I'll never give you to anybody" You said seductively, still standing in the same posture and traced his lips with your warm fingers.

" Hmm..you are now my Y/N Morningstar" he said in his velvety British accent and planted a passionate trail of kisses on the side of your neck.

You giggled as you found it ticklish.

" So my love, would you like to proceed to the bed?" Lucifer winked.

" I  would love to, my dear Luci...but..um....I need to go out and buy a party dress to wear for Maze's birthday party...and also her birthday gift...I really do want to proceed to the bed with you...it's a shame I can't now.." You pouted.

" It's totally fine, love. Only , when you are ready." Lucifer smiled.

"Thanks for understanding, Lucifer. By the way, it would be a really great help if you could accompany me to dress shop and I could really use your help for buying Maze's gift. Are you ok with it?" You asked.

" Sure darling, how can I say no to my lovely Y/N Morningstar " Lucifer said.

You blushed.

Lucifer and you headed to the dress shop. You bought a ravishing bright red sleeveless mini dress and got a customised knife for Maze, using Lucifer's help.

" Thanks a lot Lucifer for accompanying me. I am heading back home now and I need to freshen up. Will meet you at the party. Enjoy." You said and placed a small peck on his lips. Lucifer moaned.

" I'll drop you back home, Y/N" Lucifer said and dropped you back to your house.

" Bye, Lucifer." You said.

" Bye, dear.Take care" Lucifer said.

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MAZE'S BIRTHDAY

You got inside LUX. Lucifer saw you and came towards you.

" Ah...my Y/N looks so beautiful. Darling, you are definitely a wonderful sight..." Lucifer said looking at your red dress.

" And, you look so handsome, my darling Devil." You said looking at Lucifer's purple three-piece suit.

You looked around. Lot of people were dancing, drinking and shouting. There were pole dancers. A big banner with a gigantic text written " HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAZIKEEN" was hung. Party lights enhanced the look of LUX. There was also a  never- ending buffet of various food items, desserts, drinks etc.

" Lucifer, LUX looks just like you, stylish." You commented.

" Why, thank you, my darling." Lucifer said.

"Where's Maze?" You asked.

" Come with me, love." Lucifer said, holding your hand and walked towards Maze.

Maze was wearing a dazzling top along with black leather pants.

" Many, many, happy returns of the day, birthday girl"  You said and hugged Maze.

" Thanks a lot, Y/N. Come we'll dance together." Maze said.

" Yeah sure, Maze. By the way, I forgot one thing." You said and  gave Maze her birthday present.

" It's a customised knife, Maze. Lucifer told me how much you loved whips and knives.Thanks a lot for being a supportive friend, Maze." You smiled.

" This means a lot to me, Y/ N. And, if you want kick someone's ass or break someone's bones, you know who to call right?" Maze chuckled.

" That's true, Y/N darling, Maze will do it gladly." Lucifer giggled.

" And, Maze take care of Y/N, I have something to do..enjoy darling." Lucifer said.

You and Maze danced together for almost an hour.

" Let's grab some tequila" Maze said.

"Yeah!!!" You shouted.

" Hey man-bun, tequila shots stat, here" Maze shouted to a bartender.

You and Maze almost had 15-20 tequila shots along with some food served at the buffet.

You got drunk and shouted "  Hey Mazie, get your ass on the dance floor!!!! Woohoo. This is the best day!!!"

You and Maze started dancing again. You were completely drunk and started moving away from Maze.

" Y/ N, come back." Maze shouted.

You didn't hear.

You got on to the stripper pole and started dancing and shouted at the top of your voice " Hey ladies, I am in love with a fancy British man, Lucifer Morningstar...he is only mine..woohoo" .

Your head started aching and you felt dizzy. You fell from the stripper pole and fortunately, your handsome devil caught you in his sturdy arms.

" Oh my Lucifer...you know I love you to the moon." You said drunkenly.

" Darling, did you have too much tequila shots?...I'll take you to the penthouse..that's better.." Lucifer said worriedly.

" Hmm.,penthouse..my Lucifer's penthouse...Lucifer you are so tall...and I will not let any girl..touch my Morningstar." You said drunkenly and giggled.

Lucifer chuckled at your drunken behaviour and carried you in his arms to the penthouse.

He carefully placed you on his bed and covered you with a cozy blanket.

" Love, I'll give you a glass of water." Lucifer said.

" No...I don't want water...I want you..Come here, Lucifer..." You drunkenly moaned.

" Darling, I'll come to you...but have a glass of water now." Lucifer said.

You drank the glass of water Lucifer offered.

" Lucifer..I obeyed what you said..now you obey me, get your hot muscular body  over here...otherwise I'll punish you..."You shouted.

" Alright, alright darling...." Lucifer let out a light chuckle and layed beside you without his shirt...🤑..

" Hmm..Good boy..."you said in a sleepy tone.

You fell asleep quickly.

Lucifer looked at your cute sleeping face and chuckled.

" Good night and sweet dreams, Y/N..." Lucifer said.

He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around you.

" I love you, Y/N"

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[fics-not-tragedies]

Juicy June: Day 18

Well yes, it’s the time 😏 This prompt was requested by @thereisa8ella​.

PROMPT: Thrust ft. Henry Cavill; Words: 1853 (yeah, I know 🤡); Warnings: smut;

“Don’t give me that look” he sighed through gritted teeth.

“What look?”

“You know which look…”

“I’m not doing anything…”

“Baby” he grumbled low, his lips pressed to your ear through your hair, making you shudder, “You’ve got your ‘please fuck me’ look on and you know I can’t resist you.”

You bit your lip, held your breath and felt everything stop as he leaned in to kiss your jaw softly, his hand loosely holding your throat, the chills crawling up your spine as you melted into him in the corner of the room. There were so many people here but Henry didn’t care now, suddenly hungry like you’d wanted. You closed your eyes, focused again on only him and his intoxicated need.

“Tell me what you want, darling” he drawled, “What’re you needing?”

“I need you, Henry…” you purred, not even thinking now and he pulled you in to kiss him deeply, his fingers wrapped around the side of your neck, perhaps a little too much when surrounded by the masses of party goers, but too good to refuse. He broke away from you, his eyes dark, his gaze so intense and you forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Up” he uttered, tapping your ass to get you to move for him and now you knew you were going to get what you’d been craving, so desperate for him now that he was giving in.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he stood, linking his fingers with yours to pull you out from behind the table and into his side. He raked his free hand through his hair a couple of times as he sauntered towards the door, pulling you through the raucous dance floor ignoring your question, “Where are we going?” You repeated once you were in the hall.

“So impatient…” he grumbled, turning his head to look for the right direction.

You tried to keep up with him as he led you through the corridor, testing each door until he found one that was unlocked and empty. It was a bedroom - you could make that much out in the dark at least - but whose you didn’t know. Henry took off his suit jacket carefully, folding it and placing it aside whilst you closed the door behind you, purposely keeping the light out and turned to face him. You couldn’t make out much of his face in the low lighting before he was staggering drunkenly towards you again. 

“Here?”

“Yes.”

You didn’t need telling twice, stepping close to him and kissing him hard, trying to show how bad you needed him. His mouth was soft, tasted like expensive whiskey, his lips a little chapped but it was so him, so familiar and you sighed at the relief, drunk on the way he smelt alone.

“You’re so insatiable, baby…” he grumbled against you, his beard tickling your chin, his fingers digging into your waist, “It’s only been a day…”

“Mmm…” you mumbled, kissing along his jaw and down across to his neck, licking at the skin below his ear as you added, “A day too long.”

Henry squared his hips with yours, bucking you against the door and pulled your face up to kiss you. Winding your arms around his neck to bring him close, he groaned tipsily into your mouth and though you shuddered at the noise, you knew better than to question how loud he was being.

He pulled back for a second and eyed you in the dark, smirking, a tease before he kissed you again, hungrier this time. He chuckled against your lips, palming your breasts through the fabric of your dress as you arched your body into his and closed your eyes.

“This needs to come off…” he drawled before you could get used to the sensation. His voice was thick and velvety, commanding, “Right fucking now…”

You held your arms up for him quickly and he took no time in yanking the dress over your head, his mouth lolling open in delight. He smacked his lips together then licked them slowly.

“You weren’t wearing anything under that?” He groaned, moving back towards you before you could reply, his fingernails scraping at the newly exposed skin around your waist then trailing down to your ass to squeeze it roughly.

“I told you I needed you, Henry” you swallowed, trying not to break the intensity of the gaze. You indicated to the beard which he was scratching as you spoke, “You’re pure sex, Cavill. This thing you’ve got going on…” 

“It gets you wet doesn’t it?”

“Yes” you admitted, the heat between your legs burning. Your leg lifted slightly as you shifted into him and he was quick to grab it and pull it around his waist, holding your thigh around him, his other hand still firmly on your ass. The front of his suit trousers were damp from where you’d pressed against him and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You needed him so badly. 

“Bed?” You mumbled, hoping it’d speed things along so that you could get what you wanted from him. But Henry had a devilish glare in his eyes and he pushed you back again slightly, your back flat against the door, your body naked and trembling in his grip. His nails scraped at the skin of your inner thighs. 

“Nah, gonna take you right here I think…” 

Without any warning he ran two of his calloused fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness and you sighed with elation, your head immediately fuzzy. He gritted his teeth as he spat, “Baby, your cunt is so fucking wet.”

“I know, Henry.” 

“How bad do you want me?”

“Don’t tease me, baby” you groaned, your eyes rolling around as he toyed with your clit, watching you shake for him with each languid movement. 

“Want you to cum for me first, darling, wanna make you cum for me…” he drawled thickly, pressing his lips against your collarbone and dancing them at the crook of your neck as he rubbed at your sensitivity, “Fuck…” You could tell he was getting lost in it, his drunken mumbles less coherent as he slipped his fingers inside you, stretching your walls and stroking them agonizingly, “Been such a good girl for me, been so well behaved, waited as long as you could…”

You clenched tightly - his beard, his words making you so weak. He flicked his wrist quick and hard to build up your orgasm, knowing how close you were from the moans that had started to fall from your lips.

“Henry- I can’t… fuck…”

“You don’t have to hold on… you can let go for me…” he coaxed, biting roughly at the skin at the base of your neck, the beard adding an extra layer of sensation to drive you over the edge. And then… You shook, thankful he was holding you as you cried out loudly, giving into the rushing feeling, cumming over his fingers which worked you through your orgasm, only pulling out when you were panting, eyes finding his through the dark again.

You were instantly aching for him to be inside you. He was somehow too much and never enough.

Henry was hard, straining against the fabric of the trousers which cinched his waist and you fumbled with the buttons eagerly, groaning as he ran his free hand over your breasts, pulling and teasing your nipples between his finger and thumb. You groaned, singing his praises as he took one nipple between his teeth, stilling your eagerness for a moment.

His other hand dug deeper into your thigh to keep you still. His hair was sweaty and messy, falling into his eyes as he looked at you. He had you so good, so unable to think clearly and then he continued the job you’d started, pulling his hard, throbbing length from his trousers, not bothering to shift them any further from his hips. The idea of him fucking you whilst he was still dressed was enough to send another jolt of excitement to your core and you sighed at the realization that it was his plan precisely to do just that.

“Please… Just fucking hurry up, Henry…”

He grabbed your throat for a moment, his fingers squeezing lightly and you pouted, needing him so badly it was destroying you.

“You fucking look at me when I’m fucking you, alright baby? Wanna see your pretty face…”

And then he snapped his hips upward suddenly, filling you completely, your eyes rolling back into your head at the euphoric sensation.

“I said look at me…” he growled, squeezing his hand around your neck again and you nodded, moaning as soon as he began to move. He raised his eyebrow as you began to moan.

It didn’t take long for him to settle into a comfortable pace, the solid movements of his hips punctuated with enthusiastic expletives, the door shaking each time he thrust up into you.

He felt so big and thick from this angle, his eyes boring into you so intensely and you were terrified to look away should he stop exactly what he was doing right now.

You shuddered to think of what people could hear outside this room, having been too drunk up until this point to care but he couldn’t care less, was done with being a slow tease now, you’d worked him up too much. He pounded you relentlessly, needing his release just as badly as you needed yours. Every thrust was deeper and harder and your back already felt bruised from the way you hit the door each time.

“Gonna cum, darling, gonna cum inside you…” he groaned, biting his lip as you panted under his touch, your own orgasm built up to a high again. His lips pulled cockily upwards as he held you, convinced his nails would permanently brand your thigh from the way he was holding you, “Look at me. Want your pretty lips to say my name when you cum.”

You nodded shakily and then he delivered one, final particularly hard thrust that sent you spiraling for a second and much more intense time, crying out his name.

“Henry!”

The feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him as you came made him cry out obscenely, burying his face and the beard you were so obsessed with into your shoulder. He still had hold of you as you both trembled around each other, slowly coming down from the heat and when he pulled out and let your leg free from his grip, you felt the wetness run down your legs. With a lazy grin, he tucked himself back in with ease, seemingly unscathed despite his uneven breathing.

“For fuck sakes” you sighed, scrambling to find your dress in the dark and pulling it back over your head, “I’m an absolute mess.”

Henry crossed the room and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the scruffy hair on his chin tickling you once more and he rested his forehead against yours with a laugh, the pair of you both so impossibly dizzy.

“You wanted it, baby girl. I delivered.”