#anon do you know how rare it is for me to hear a new short joke???!?
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Bro 6’1” and 5’0” isn’t a predatory relation that’s a long distance relationship 🙏
#im so mad thats the funniest fucjint dunk on my marriage you could give#anon do you know how rare it is for me to hear a new short joke???!?
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don’t know if this is relevant to your ask box, but I thought you might find it interesting.
I’m a 20 yr old trans man who’s just started an ongoing thing with a new Dom, who is over twice my age. I’m currently finishing up my second year at uni, and he’s, you guessed it, also the, uh…. academic sort.
He’s a busy guy so obviously we can only meet up every once and a while, but we text almost every day. From the beginning he was always curious about my school endeavours, but recently it’s become more of a thing.
He won’t let us meet until certain assignments are done. He’s flexible and understanding, like any good dom, but holy shit this man had me at a cafe for ten hours on 40mg of vyvanse writing my final essay like my life depended on it. I didn’t even know who I was, motivated by the pure need to please and, quite frankly, desperate desire to be absolutely taken and used. This man has “cured” my ADHD (not really, but damn well is he fucking helping it).
I think the point I’m getting at here it that I can’t believe it took the motivation of my D/s relationship to get me to get shit done. Like, I’m done DAYS before the deadline for things I usually would have left last minute. I’ve been honest with my struggles with motivation and difficulties taking care of myself, and he is genuinely invested in my well-being so I know it all comes from a place of care and respect.
At the moment I’m working on my final short film for a class, and he told me to make a list of all the foley sounds I thought would help drive the narrative (he knows I love making lists, it’s also the autism), and as probably one of the best rewards for my good behaviour, he shared with me a collection of audio files (he dabbles in audio mixing) that were relevant to the list I shared. Can you believe this??!!
All these studentxprof fics are getting it wrong. Sometimes nothing comes between a teacher’s genuinely investment in student learning (if they enjoy what they do, like he does) and that is absolutely true in this case. Absolutely unbelievable this is my life right now. Would love to hear your thoughts on this!
This sounds so fucking sweet and HOT anon! I'm so glad you're having an exciting time with an older dom who cares about you and helps you meet your goals! And the phrasing of this guy making you write for hours on vyvanse is especially titilating...making it sound like an intox scene omg drool
ADHDers are generally very socially motivated, which is not rare for human beings at all. It makes sense that having the external structure that an outside observe can provide and the sense that your actions actually matter to other people and that people care about you would help facilitate you focusing on shit and getting organized! Not to mention how much fuckin easier it is to perform any kind of household task or bit of drudgery once it becomes sexual service. Shit gives boring regular life a charge of excitement, and the abdication of power gives you the discipline to actually follow through, because you're not the only one on the hook for everything and that's less scary!
I have nothing much more to say other than this rules and I hope you keep having a fun time!
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Hello hope your doing well, I had this idea for a while now but I can please request Red hair pirates x male reader with heterochromia(serach it up if I don't what it is) where the reader is ashamed of their eyes and hides from the his new crewmates.
You also don't have to acppect my request. But anyways have a good day!💛
HIII I AM GOOD!! YOU? of course i accept your request anon!! :) dw i know what heterochromia is 😎😋
just for the record i’ve done research on the main 4 (shanks, ben, yasopp and lucky) in the past to get to know them better. so i’ll talk about them specifically and address the rest as “the crew” if that’s okay :)
THEY NEED MORE SCREEN TIME PLSSS
thank goodness for the one piece live action for a lot more gifs of all of them 😭💥
thank you so much for your request!! :) enjoy anon <3 and thank you for being patient!
so you just joined the red hair pirates recently
and you hide one of your eyes with an eye patch or your hair
shanks does wonder about it but doesn’t wanna bother you if your sensitive about it
bets it’s a scar
lucky and yasopp notice you hide your eye but they all have they’re personal reasons for stuff they do
so they assumed this was one of yours
ben thinks it could be a scar or you could just like to style your hair that way
but from the way it looks—how you try to keep it hidden so well and refuse to move it at all
he pretty much figures something happened
shanks and ben talk it over all the time
they never let you hear
just so your not uncomfortable
shanks will probably be the one to ask if curiosity gets the best of him
(it will)
”hey m/n, why do ya’ hide your eye?”
he asked it casually, drinking all the while
”oh..uhhhh, hide? i’m not hiding it..”
”so what do you call it?”
”it’s nothing shanks, i just…..like to style my hair this way”
”oh really?”
he pokes at you about it for a while
the other members kinda just watch as shanks playfully questions you
they figured he’d get it out of you
especially with his pushy yet teasing nature
and after a while…he did!
now idk how it went down since your so bent on not showing anyone
but!!
you slowly moved your eye patch/hair out the way to reveal your heterochromatic eyes!!
whoa!!
🤩
😗
we’re the reactions
it looked so cool?
so pretty?
wow it’s so unique i’ve never seen it in person?
woah how do you have two different colored eyes?
let me see!!
turn this way!
okay okay! stop pestering m/n!!
ben had to calm the rave about your eyes since he could clearly see you were a bit overwhelmed
everyone was admiring you and your eye
wondering why you didn’t show them sooner
which is what lucky asked
”i don’t know…i just..it’s shameful..my eyes aren’t even the same color!”
WHAT??
literally everyone’s reaction
wym 😐🤨
do you even know what your talking about right now??
ANYWAY
how’d you get it? we’re you born with it?
i don’t know how it works…how does it?
it’s kinda rare right?…wow…
everyone moves on because clearly your tripping
no but fr if you express your seriously upset about your eyes
the crew shares all types of embarrassing yet fun and heart warming secrets n stories to make you feel better
ben tells you there’s nothing to be ashamed about and that none of the crew would ever judge you for anything
”ain’t that right men?”
a loud uproar of “yeah’s” and cheers can be heard in agreement
yasopp definitely makes you laugh with some of his stories
turns out he’s just as goofy as his son
which he rants to you about said son for hours
makes you forget all about your troubles 😂
lucky and shanks lightly tease you for being so embarrassed over ‘somethin’ so silly’
but it’s all in good fun
in the end you all have drinks and get wasted
‘cheers to your eye! m/n!’
:)
KINDA SHORT BUTTTTT YEAH
i’m really happy with the ending i hope you like it too<3
#anime#anime and manga#anime headcanons#one piece headcanons#luffyvace#fluff headcanons#fluff#one piece#one piece x reader#a bit of angst#comfort headcanons#x male reader#x male y/n#one piece x male reader#male reader#male y/n#enjoy#red hair shanks#shanks#akagami no shanks#red haired shanks#shanks one piece#shanks x reader#shanks x male reader#shanks x you#shanks opla#lucky roux#yasopp#ben beckman
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Fandom creators self rec game! Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of.
Hello beloved! It’s always a privilege to see you in my inbox, thank you so much for this lovely ask and apologies for taking two centuries to reply lol this was a quite emotional trip down memory lane for me - I couldn’t decide whether to go with rec lists or single recs (oof I haven’t written one in so long 🥲) because they’re both so different and special in their own way. In the end I’m gonna do lists because I think they’re generally more helpful and popular! I’ve been going through a creative / fandom slump for a while now, so this was great encouragement as it made me look back at my own recs with joy and kindness. Thank you babes 💜
1. I actually still love the Drarry for Beginners series! Fun story, I wasn’t very confident about it at first - I was getting many requests for a classics rec list back then but I don’t really vibe with the “MUST read these or you’re not a valid fandom member” mentality so I tried to come up with a different format that felt more like an invitation than a lecture. I think I found a good balance of well known fics and hidden gems, so I’m very proud of that. Also, the banners looked really good! Especially the redemption arc and the Muggle!Draco AU ones if I do say so myself.
2. The Hidden Gems series is also one of my most precious babies - it took me a long time to plan it out, read all fics and prepare the small blurbs for each one and I really love how it came across, the authors I chose to highlight, and the fact that I was able to mix Drarry and rare pairs. I remember getting an ask back in the day that accused me of only reccing my friends (anon really overestimated my network size 🤣), they could have at least checked the hidden gem series before going for public embarrassment lol there’s so much to explore there, and I really wanna come back to it one day to finalize the second edition that I started posting in 2022. Hopefully this year!
3. 35 Romantic Shorts: my heart is so very soft for this one, not only because the ever generous @bluebutter-art has let me use her stunning art for the banner, but I’m also such a passionate champion of short form and I feel like this list really embraced the concept and delivered great recs. I’m not a fluff gal by any standards so this was a nice exercise finding the softest, most romantic and soothing reads that made my heart beat faster. It would be lovely to go back and maybe add a couple more lists with new shorts, or alternatively make new lists for medium-length and long fics. So many ideas, so little time!
4. It feels like a lifetime ago but I’m still very fond of my “smutty recs week” that I made to celebrate one of my first followers milestone. Ahh the nostalgia! All lists can be found here and include a wide variety of themes and kinks like voyeurism, dirty talk, gang bang and others. Those banners are some of my favourites too, they turned out very sassy and clever if I do say so myself. I had so much fun with them! I gotta find the time to sit down and update some of those lists with newer treats!
5. Now highlighting something more recent (from Feb 2023… LOL) I’m super proud of my Rare Pair Romance list for Valentine’s Day. It was a great chance to compile (most of) my favorite rare pair fics in one place and include different ships and tropes. I’m always looking for an excuse to rec het pairings which I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so this was the perfect way to do it.
#asks#wow this got long#my fave rec lists#15 years later but I’m finally posting this lol#ily tacky 🐯
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I am CRYING
Its 1:52am and I am legit bawling my fucking eyes out.
My random tag scrolling has brought me to your When The Storm Looms fic which When I saw bartender lee know I just HAD to read part 1.
Idk what it is but the concept of lee know as a bartender lately has been rotting my brain and these fics just fueled my delusion even more.
Before I detail this is hands down my FAVOURITE fic ever! There's another bartender lee know fic that WAS my favourite but this was just wow. You write so perfectly.
These fics touched on subjects and topics that are so real and true for me it was so beautiful to read. It's very rare to find fics (especially kpop fics) that are so relatable to an individual reader AND their bias and you've done that for me.
As for my crying? I don't have the words to explain it. This story is so much more than the sex. Heck I couldn't even care for the sex at how well this was written. The theme of it being soul searching for part 2 aaaah I'm really not good at explaining thing my vocabulary sucks but it just unlocked something inside me. BEAUTIFUL.
I don't wanna ramble too much longer but thank you. Thank you for writing such a beautiful piece. Thank you for the intimacy shared between mc and Lee know. Thank you for writing him so beautifully as he is and as the man I imagine he would be. Thank you for writing a part 2 so perfectly and so deep in detail of soul searching.
Thank you for this absolute masterpiece.💖💖💖
WOW, there’s so much to unpack with this kind message 🥹 First off, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave such lovely words in my inbox! I’m so glad you resonated so heavily with the characters and that I was able to craft a story that carried meaning over into your own personal life as well. Fun fact, I originally wanted to make this story just a short drabble about bar sex with bartender Minho but somehow I felt so compelled to Minho as a bartender because I feel like he inhabits so many traits of a mysterious and complex bartender, but simultaneously a softie who just wants to find his purpose. This is the one fic I’ve written where I felt closest to the characters and I’m so glad to see readers feel it too! Minho isn’t even my bias but I must say I get hands down the most writing inspiration from him so I’m really glad I was able to do your bias justice and provide something meaningful to his name. I’m so glad to hear you loved it and I hope you know there will always be a special place for you in this fic whenever you return to it, bartender Minho will always welcome you home to the little dive bar with open arms (and Diet Coke 🫂) hope all’s well and again thank you for these very kind words, anon 🥹💞🫶💕♥️💖 take care of yourself (and new writing coming very soon!) grateful to have you here 👼🌙⭐️
#fic feedback#anon <3#skz smut#stray kids#skz#lee know#Lee know smut#stray kids hard hours#skz scenarios
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Rafa x male reader
ohhh rafa would be a fucking mess if he found himself crushing and obsessing over another man
(Rafa is a Latino man in the 80s, and he is also involved in one of the most violent businesses that exist, he is not the best dealing with liking your own sex)i can see rafa going throw a rollercoaster of emotions while feeding his obsession , yeah he doesn't understand why he wants you but hell he is not gonna let that get in his way
rafa is usually very upfront about what he wants but this is new as fuck for him so i can see him trying to persue you in an akwardly defensive way,you would need to make some moves towards him
hear me once he wrapped his head about being into men he
would kneel for you, my man can't fight how in love he is.
I see him shutting down any kind of hateful comment you get "haber pinches pendejos que vergas dijeron" he would not let anyone, including felix, give him shit he is ready to shoot anyone in the face if they disrespect you
OMFG ANON REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME WITH THAT AMAZING BRAIN YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH, BEING A MAN WHO LOVED RAFA FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM WAS A STRUGGLE THERE WAS NO CONTENT FOR HIM LOVING MEN, BUT ITS OKAY YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME VISION SO ILL DO IT MYSELF 😌😌
Imagine Rafael caro quintero finding out he's gay
Okay mf's strap in because I could and will write multiple parts if I have too, also side note and I mean it, you have any idea you want me to create? Send it! I don't care how weird or stupid, funny, sad scary you might think it is send it to me! Because when I get requests like these I know that people want to see the same content I want to write, it was something I never planned to post because I thought no one wanted to see it, just goes to show if you communicate with me I'll answer back so PLEASE don't be shy, we need more representation everywhere!!
I am so sorry that was suppose to be short but now for what yall are REALLY here for
Rafael caro quintero liking men? Oh the poor man is confused, like these are the 80's and he's in the most fucking dangerous business to just wake up one day and realize "oh sh*t I like men"
He meets you through the cartel of course, working with you always leaves him feeling something...strange, he thought he just liked who you were, after all you were funny, nice company and you could get the job well done
He thought that was it for a long time, I mean you were a great business partner and a great friend too, you would always listen to him when he had any sort of problem, and would stop him from GETTING into a problem more times than he could have counted. You were always up to drink but always stopped him whether he liked it or not so he could still be coherent enough to not be absolutely wasted, and on the rare occasion he was? You always made sure he got home safe, either sending him home or taking him yourself
When he needed a place to stay your doors were always open and when he fucked up really bad, like the type of bad you don't come back from? Somehow you always found it in yourself to let him back in
You were a best friend to him, someone he could truly rely on no matter what, so why did he still feel so sad everytime you had to leave? Or angry when you wouldn't contact him for days, and absolutely enraged when he saw girls trying to hit on you at social events?
He thought he was just watching out for you, for the longest time he made the excuses of "es que quiero lo mejor para ti compadre" or "No guey es que créeme que me lo vas a agradecer luego" and "Yo sabré quien es bueno para ti, porque aquí no hay nada más que pinches zorras"
He always had a weird warm feeling in his chest when you would place your hand on his shoulder, or when you hugged him after a favor or a really tough time and god the things he did so that he could feel that touch again
I think the changing point in his feelings would hit him like a train...nah nah more like a yacht because man when he does, he just...absolutely looses his mind like I'm talking physically you can see him age like 20 years
The point of no return happened in a very drastic way and unexpected too, like I can see him just finding out about a new girl who your "messing" around with and just absolutely exploding with rage and betrayal
Let's say your over at his house, you guys are alone a couple of beers in the table and the music playing in the background when you start talking about this really pretty girl your seeing lately, nothing to serious but it's the way you talk about her and how pretty her smile is and how perfect she looks he can just feel the anger bubbling up inside him because when he sees the smile in your face he just can't stand it.
you should be talking about him that way telling HIM how handsome he is, how much you love him, and he can't stand it anymore he feels like if he sits for just one more minute he's gonna die
So he yells out something he didn't mean to say, something that only he knew. The things he wish he could say to you "Pues ya guey ya esta bueno!" No rafa shut up " "Ya no chinges guey!" No don't say anything you'll regret "No necesito estar escuchando tanta chingadera de tu parte" Shut the fuck up now don't go any further he felt so angry he grabbed at your neck slowly tightening it as he kept talking
And then it stops, all of his anger turns into dread, because he realized what he said to you honestly it would shock you, to find that he felt about you that way and it would take a lot of talking, and feeling vulnerable emotions for yall to work it out
But when he has wrapped his head around the whole ordeal and he's finally established what yall are, no one and I mean absolutely no one disrespects yall
When he first comes to Felix and explains it, he leaves very clear the fact that he will not take bullshit from anyone. Not even Felix, he talks and makes his point very clear, absolutely no one is brave enough to say anything, those that do end up dead within seconds.
His love for you however would be so gentle, having been through so much, and living with such a dangerous life he's happy to have found someone who he can rely on, and honestly if he finds that anyone said anything to you, oh he's looking for blood.
You can have the man at the palm of your hand, but please remember he's been through so much, he really needs someone who will be ever so gentle with him, and will deal with all the shit he brings along with him. It's not easy especially while being gay but your love for each other and the fact that yall are in one if not the most dangerous fields ever makes yall unstoppable. A little extra story- Rafa almost killed Felix the day he decided to call you the F slur as a "joke"
Like just imagine angry rafa being like "FELIX HIJO DE TU CHINGADA MADRE AHORA SI YA VALISTE VERGA CABRON" also "NO SE TE VUELVA A OCCURIR DECIRLE HACI A EL OH ESTA VEZ SI TE MATO GUEY" and let me tell you he never made such mistake again, when I tell you rafa is dangerous I MEAN IT.
#tenoch huerta#rafa caro quintero#rafael caro quintero x you#rafael caro quintero x reader#rafael caro quintero x male reader#male reader#narcos mexico imagine#narcos mexico x you#narcos mexico x reader#narcos mexico#rafael caro quintero#rafa caro quintero x reader#narcos x reader
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Any moments in get back that you think Peter Jackson took some creative liberties on? As someone who’s knowledge about this era of the Beatles is limited, I wanna know if there’s some storytelling in Get Back that’s exaggerated lol
Hi there anon and a good question.
There has been extensive debate around this - and I've made at least four posts focusing on exactly that (see below).
But, the short answer is: I don't think Pete has done much that substantively changes the meaning of most of the content. There are some places where it's clear that he's putting his own meaning over things, like where he's put Isn't It a Pity over where George has left etc. But, overall, I think he's done an amazing job. I don't want to take away from the sheer scale of the work he did and the amazing accomplishment of it. All my recent posts have shown how much I love the doc and I don't think it's done much but show how brilliant they are. I love it and I think he should get all the praise (and awards) for it.
But, that's not actually what you asked. So, there are four (somewhat) exceptions to the above:
The "then there were two scene" - what actually sets Paul off isn't that (in fact they all laugh about it). It's MLH asking would John come back (and leave Yoko) if Paul just asked. Paul says he “Can’t be bothered with all that” then does that sort of head shake and wells up. I can see why Pete doesn't think this changes it all that much? But to me it does.
The "Must we do this in public, Mr Lennon" scene. This is actually in response to John and Yoko starting to bitch about Apple not promoting Two Virgins well enough. Paul doesn't appear to give a shit about the drugs talk. He's also saying that 'in character' as a journalist. But, that said, both he and John are both being a bit pissy, despite the fact they've mostly been joking around before that topic.
George's comment after Paul plays Get Back that "musically, you know, it's great"... that's not what he's talking about. He's talking about another album by another group. Which does make sense, because I remember thinking that was a bit uncharistically nice of George, lol
The hug at the end of ep one... They're actually crowding around a camera and taking the piss out of MLH. That said... I don't think the meaning has changed? I think they are comforting each other, but they do that in the way they've always bonded: being Mean Girls and excluding people that aren't in their group. But. Still. I think he's playing fast and loose.
Other than that... Pete changes a lot of the dialogue. Again, not in meaning. But most of the conversations have been snipped, moved around and taken from different parts of the day, or for example he gives John's joke a new punchline. He also is very rarely showing them playing the songs that we're hearing. Does this matter? Certainly to some people it matters a great deal. To me, less so, because other than the above the meaning is the same. It’s just he takes out the waffle. But it’s really heavily edited. Also small thing: J&P aren’t alone in the lunchroom tapes. Why he says that I have no idea - Ringo, Linda and Yoko are all there. I think this is important to note because... that might explain why they’re not being totally frank with one another.
I have to add this, but I can’t understand what (if anything) it means. Apparently Pete replaced George with someone else (Tony Richmond) in a very short scene - he digitally inserts someone over him, I mean. I'm taking Doug Sulpy's word for this, but it sounds so bonkers I side-eye it because there's no reason for Pete to do that. But, there's no reason for Doug to lie either. It changes exactly zero about the scene. But it is a weird, so I wanted to mention it.
This also doesn't take into account what he's left out: namely Yoko. By all accounts Yoko does do and say a lot more than is implied by the doc. She makes a lot more effort to distract John and she does offer John advice on the music. We can hear her on an outtake of Oh! Darling interrupting to say her divorce has just come through, for example. Which... maybe it had, but I dunno. Seems like she also might have just wanted to stop J&P telling each other they'd die if the other left. But... who knows. I can see 1000000% why Pete did this in the current climate (not bringing down a fresh wave of hate on a very elderly, sick woman). But also, from an historical documentation context, it's probably not the right call.
I've got four more posts on this here, here, here and here (that last one you'll want to read all the replies on to get a good sense of the discussion). In case you can’t get enough of this.
Anyway. There you go. Overall, I think Pete did a brilliant job but a close reading e.g. people's body language and exact responses to each other probably isn't a good idea. Unless you've always watched the tapes, a read all the transcripts, that is.
Let me know if you have questions or comments or anything else everyone though!
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as a Swiftie follower too I want to add the love you have for things is so cute. I know how much ATW means to you and you didn't really focus on being down about it but I'm glad other things made you happy, you deserve it
❤❤❤❤ i just saw a comment from an anon on my dash who said, "ATW is like a prayer to me," and that resonated. there's probably a lot of red that i've described that way (holy ground and state of grace are very much this for me, those sonically sacred spaces), and in all honesty, atw losing is something that even a few months ago would've flattened me a bit simply because it *does* mean so much to me, because red is so important to me. at some point as this whole season went on, it felt more and more clear that they weren't going to give that to her for whatever reason (and again, nothing but love and respect for bonnie!), and i think i mentally came to terms with it? a decade ago, i was crushed about red and aoty, but...it never altered the deep love i have for the album, because that's mine. seeing it reassessed over the years has been so gratifying. idk how long you've been here, i'm probably repeating myself since i wrote many posts about red tv when it was released - the re-recording restored something intrinsic to me, and it was this huge and profound step, really the very first step in many respects, of me beginning to recover from some stuff. it was almost like having it for the first time again, but older and wiser, aching yet restorative in a new way. i called it amaranthine, which is unfading, everlasting, and that stuck in my head.
the point i've learned from this, somehow, is that nothing can ever dim that. it's boundless. nothing outside ever diminishes our connection to things we love and that matter to us, if we want to keep them close, we always can, if we need their light, it's always shining there, if we hope to discover something in it anew, that will appear as we grow alongside it. and atw10 is just...i continue to marvel it exists? we never thought we'd actually hear it! she lost her music and has to recreate it, yet in doing so has reshaped it into this gift and shared experience between us. atw10 is *ours*! it's for us, it exists because we asked for it and because of how we shared that song so closely and then transformed it for her! did it deserve to win for the quality of the writing and the fact that it is her magnum opus? of course it did, it hurts my chest that it didn't - but the song itself is entirely untouched by that disappointment. nothing diminishes the emotion or connection or meaning that song has. it just resides in this dear, close place in my heart. (it also resides in the treasured snowglobe from my beloved friend on my desk!) and realizing that kind of set it apart from anything else. some piece of my soul is only understandable through listening to red. it's a small miracle i even survived long enough to hear atw10, and i can walk through the door with it anytime i want to! it went to #1 and set a record! she won a grammy for the short film, which is amazing! red finally HAS a grammy, can you believe it?! it was rare, we were there!!! it's such a jewel and that will never change.
sorry this is an essay, but thank you, you're all being way too generous with your kindnesses and making me cry today!!! sending love to you
#you're all too much ily dearly#anonymous#letterbox#thrown out speeches#sacred prayer; i was there#all too well#tonight i'm gonna dance for all that we've been through#red#you all know i'm like the number one red girlie and how much hope against hope i wanted atw to win#i just made a conscious decision to approach the disappointed sadness a little differently#there's absolutely nothing wrong with anyone else being more upset though and i understand#red tv#grammys 2023
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thank you for the tag @twogyuu !!
rules: post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!
oof okay so this one is already gonna be hard because... everything on this blog rn was released in the year 2022. idk how many fics that is, but its a ton.
also sorry you can tell when my mood seriously dropped off during this
5 works i’m most proud of from 2022
under the sun: yes, i know she’s not finished yet. i debated including her because of it, but i’m genuinely proud of what i’ve written for UtS so far!! hopefully i’ll finish the fic next year, thank you all for bearing with me as i finished off school since that too precedence over most things (+ sometimes i just need a break from longer projects like UtS), i’m hoping to have wonwoo’s part out soon! but i think there’s a lot in this fic that i’m definitely in love with, primarily the world building. i feel most in my element when i work on UtS and the vaguely supernatural background it has, all wrapped up with a sweeter romance in most cases. without spoiling anything, i’m genuinely excited to eventually get to cheol’s part. whether the series ends with his part or continues on to a different title for the alternate ending, i feel like cheol’s part functions as something encompassing a lot of what this series means.
lonely hearts club: ah, lhc. my beloved. i genuinely have such a soft spot for wonwoo, and this is actually a series written in full! its been a while since i’ve done one of those lmao. i think my writing has come a way since i wrote lhc, and i think if i were to rewrite it, there’s things i’d add in--but she has a special place in my heart nonetheless. writing wonwoo as someone who is soft and loving is genuinely just something i enjoy because i feel like i rarely see it sometimes. he’s just a big ole softie who’s quiet and i love it about him.
sweet night: another unfinished one, i know, but... i think there’s parts of sweet night that i genuinely enjoy writing a lot. i think it’s pretty telling how every fic i’ve listed so far is pretty damn plot heavy (because genuinely that is what i love writing!!) and this one is no different. plus, i think this one has a special place for me because it’s technically a collaborative piece with several anons from a mutual’s blog (if you see this, hi sol! hi anons! thank you again for giving me permission to write this fic!) and i think collaborative works are fun. but there’s also some heavier emotions that i do like addressing.
a mermaid’s kiss: a short one! but i do love her. idk i just love vague mermaid lore and joshua was a rly good fit for this au.
enouement / singing in the rain: ok so im linking both of these here bc SitR is a retelling of enouement as a skz fic. idk why i was abt to say both of these flopped when they did decent. i guess i just don’t hear much feedback on either of them? they both have a special place in my heart. enouement was the first long fic i posted and one i was excited to write, while the other was just one that i have some lines in that i really like.
4 current WIPs for the new year
the rest of under the sun + [potentially] shadow: ok im cheating here but genuinely i’m excited to eventually finish UtS and hopefully still have the juice to write what i’ve been titling shadow! it’s the alt ending, name currently pending. just assume any series i haven’t finished, i’m hoping to finish next year.
i can’t run away: a vernon fic that feels kinda venty. it’s angst with no happy ending. title also might change a little, but i do like keeping it as it is now.
[WORKING TITLE ALERT] 88/134: a bang chan fic! its another chubby!fem!reader long fic because i can’t be stopped. might change the title later, but it was a reference to apparently how long it takes people to fall in love (men 88 days, women 134 according to a study i have linked on the google doc)
topsy turvy: both versions even though one will be titled differently!! :)
3 biggest improvements
honestly? just motivating myself to write in general. sometimes i hit dry spells, sure, but i’ve been getting better about forcing myself to sit down and write most days.
idk i just feel like i’ve found my style a bit more. focusing on emotions within a plot just fits into what i enjoy writing the most.
properly planning things (most of the time) and sticking to writing out those plans. trust me when i say i never used to plan things out.
2 resolutions
writing the full goddamn fic before posting it OR at least finishing all the plans first.
write more for non-svt groups. please.. @ myself this blog was started for svt AND trsr.
1 favorite line
ughh i think i usually end up having multiple lines that i like in fics so i’ll just pick one at random:
If eternal love took the form of a person, then that truly was you. You’d always have one part of his love tied to you, no matter how far away he went. That was the funny thing about love: you gave up parts of yourself for someone else. Wonwoo might always see you in the books he’d read, in the stores he passed, in the world itself. One day the pain would fade, but his love would always rest with you whether you knew it or not. He tried to think of what the Twitter account would say. Part of him wanted to message it, even if the person running it was on a break. But what could they say to comfort him? That it was okay to be hurt, that they were sorry for encouraging him? That love was a leap of faith and sometimes you fall but it’ll all be okay?
They said falling was the best part of love. If it was, then the impact of hitting the ground was the worst.
(from pt.10 of lonely hearts club)
i will simply mention some ppl and no one has to do it if they don’t want to @junkissed @thepixelelf @husbandhannie
#wooahaes.txt#wooahaes.tagged#my mental health took like. a random fuckin hit so im gonna go curl up in bed now n hopefully sleep
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hi! this is the same anon who asked about the chemistry b/n the main trio cast. i saw the monday evening performance this week and wanted to thank you again for your response!
i saw jeremy stolle as the phantom, julia udine for christine, and paul shcaefer for raoul. i thought they worked well together, i was a big fan of julia before going so i was excited when i saw that she'd be on for christine via the website. i was honestly a bit disappointed with not being able to see ben crawford since i've grown really fond of his phantom recently. the playbill said that jeremy is the phantom for monday&wednesday performances- is this a new development? i've heard recordings of ben from mon&wed shows, so i was a bit surprised when i saw that. either way, it was still an amazing experience! jeremy just wasn't my favorite, but i recognize that i was definitely an outlier in the audience. i'm a bit crazy about comparing phantom actors and their characterizations and just the little nuances of their performances, and i know that what doesn't work for me will work for others
i know next to nothing about singing from a technical standpoint, but he sounded a bit off when when i saw him- just not as strong and controlled as i thought he'd be. i've heard recordings of his that i've enjoyed and i know he's a favorite for a lot of people on here, so maybe this was just an off night? what's your opinion on him?
also, other notes- nehal joshi as andre was absolutely amazing, i've never given much thought to the managers but he was just so entertaining. trista moldovan was on for carlotta and she was great as well, i appreciate the character more and more every time i listen to any cast. there was also a lot more humor than i expected, though my frame of reference is mostly audio recordings so i obviously miss out on some visual elements (still, there wasn't as much laughter in the audios as there was when i saw it on monday). stuff seemed to be added, like meg saying "rehearsals, always rehearsals," or something to that effect, when madame giry kicks her out after angel of music. i hadn't heard this in some audios from as recent as august, is it just something that some megs do? there seemed to be other similar small variations that added humor- has it always been like this, was it changed post-covid/more recently, or did i just have an extremely-reactive audience? it felt almost tonally-dissonant with the amount of little gags they had
i apologize for this essay of an ask, the TLDR is --what are your opinions on jeremy stolle? and --what's up with the humor, were my expectations just off?
I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the show!
The cast listings in the playbill can be updated weekly so for prescheduled absences (like for vacation), they will note the changes accordingly. A casting change that is relatively short notice will have a paper slip inserted into the playbill and if it's really short notice, they will make a preshow announcement.
Nehal Joshi is a great André! His André is such a delightful mix of enthusiastic and worried. And I'm jealous that you got to see Trista Moldovan as Carlotta! I've been hoping I'd get an opportunity to see her but so far Raquel Suarez Groen has rarely missed a performance I've attended (not that I'm complaining - Raquel is a wonderful Carlotta).
I've been racking my brain, trying to remember when the 'rehearsals, always rehearsals' line had been added to the Broadway production. Since reopening, it has definitely been standard. I want to say they added that line around 2012? It started as an ad-libbed, throwaway line that the audience wasn't supposed to catch, but now it's morphed into a comedic moment. But how prevalent that line really depends on the sound engineer as they are the ones who control the microphones. I find that the comedic moments in Phantom really depend on the level of audience engagement/enthusiasm. When the audience is really into it, I find that the actors milk the comedic moments a bit more. I've been to some performances when the audience has been dead and things were kind of dull on stage. I've also seen moments I thought were really funny but no one in the audience was laughing so I had to try and stifle my laughter because you do not want to be the only one hysterically laughing. Yeah, humor can be very subjective. But considering that every performance now is sold out, half of the audience lightly chuckling is going to be 800 people making noise all at once. It will be loud!
And now, we turn to Jeremy Stolle. When I saw his Phantom back in August, I had the exact opposite reaction to you when I got a look at the cast list. I was really excited to get the chance to see him (and it was a Jeremy/Elizabeth pairing!! no disrespect to Ben but I'd seen him 8 times at that point and I needed to see someone new). Jeremy's Phantom has a lot of neat touches. The way he says fool is iconic for a reason and he isn't called 'Jeremy Strolle' for nothing. He (along with Elizabeth Welch) delivered the best rendition of Point of No Return I've seen live. Vocally, when I first saw him, I was shocked by him. He sounded very strained. I'm looking back on the notes I posted about that performance, and reading between the lines I can clearly see how disappointed I was by his vocals. I ended up seeing his Phantom back to back in very quick succession and I ended up assuming he was recovering from a cold or something. I remember listening to audios from around 2014 and his voice was great! There was this operatic, booming quality to his singing voice that I really liked and I had a feeling that he would sound better live.
I'm actually really sad to hear that in a performance 4 months later, he still continues to sound strained. That tells me that Jeremy Stolle is probably having some sort of vocal problems. I'm not an Otolaryngologist or a Laryngologist, so I'm not going to speculate on the cause of his vocal strain. What I can say is that listening to every available audio I can find of his Phantom, you can hear the gradual change in his singing voice.
#wow by the end I really bummed myself out#asks#anonymous#you know what I'm going to file this under#quick thoughts#that's where all my opinions go#even though this was not quick because I spent more time than I care to admit listening to Phantom audios#I was not lying when I said every available audio
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hii hazel hi, this is going to take a negative turn so like if you don't need this in your life atm feel free to ignore it, I just wanted to like talk it out. So I've been saving for nahida since venti's banner (admittedly not a long time, I know), and I managed to scrounge up 52 wishes, enough for me to get to soft pity with my already existing pity.
As of this morning, I managed to get myself to 75 pity and was like racking my brain on how to farm more primos. I finally bit the bullet and tried to co-op with people (the last time I did that was when I started the game, and even then, rarely with people I didn't already know) and someone was nice enough to complete a bunch of the coop achievements with me. With their help, a bunch of domain exploring, and shrines, I got myself to 80 pity.
and to cut the story short (i ramble too much, sorry), I finally got a 5 star, my new C2 jean :'D. It's nothing new honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm even so sad about this. I've always lost my 50/50s so it was dumb of me to expect anything different. I'm just tired (?) and disappointed, hazel.
So that's what I have to share for today. In other better news, I'm doing well in university and am somehow still doing rather well (according to the canvas predicted grades, at least). So that's something good going on in my life.
Side note: In my excitement, I forgot to turn off anon when I was congratulating you, feel free to ignore that blunder of mine heh :]
-emir, who wants you to remember to sit down and hydrate!
that’s what makes this game so hard - you work hard, especially for a free to play player, and try to gather as much as you can for the characters you want (and if you want a lot its even more painful) and then you can lose all that work to another character. it’s one reason why I stopped wishing (and probably playing anyway)
it sucks that you had to go through the thrill of seeing gold only for it to be a character you didn’t want T>T
thought genshining has prooven difficult, i’m glad to hear school is going well for you -- keep working hard! you’ve already done so much!
#hazelmail#genshin elixir#emir anon#and you did turn on anon when you sent this lol#so nice job#im rooting for you that you can get her somehow before the time runs out!
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Prompt: A new star is about to sing their first song and is super nervous, luckily their lover has an idea and lets them eat them, thus with the power of love and full belly; they sent that song to the stars!
Took me a bit to get a idea for this, oddly enough i rarely write female preds so..this ones for u anon. :V enjoy!
reader is ambiguous and a size shifter cause..why not
You watched her nervously pace back and forth in the dressing room, hands fidgeting with the sheet of paper detailing the shows schedule..not that either of you needed to remember it, by now both of you had memorized the order of appearances.
She was going to go on stage soon..there were at least two other singers before her but the time waiting for her turn was absolute torture to you both..but for vastly different reasons.
You were ecstatic knowing your girlfriend was finally achieving her lifelong dream of singing on stage for the world at long last. Getting here was nothing short of a miracle alongside many years of blood, sweat and tears. You knew she was going to be a hit, you've always supported her however you could and tonight was going to be the culmination of both your hard work.
Your girlfriend on the other hand, was a nervous wreck..She could sing of course with a voice that would drive the heavens and hells combined into jealously. But she couldn't help but overthink of the things that could go wrong and that she might ruin her one chance of a lifetime. You couldn't blame her honestly, it paid to be wary but you hated seeing her like this. She couldn't utter a single note with how worked up she was making herself, you needed to find a way to help calm her down enough to perform and fast.
A idea came to mind..hopefully it wouldn't ruin her outfit if she agreed to it. Reaching out to take her hands you got her attention with a gentle kiss to her cheek.
"Honey..honey you gotta calm down..what's got you like this? We nailed rehearsals this morning and the staff triple checked everything before they opened..what's got you worried?"
"It's..baby you're gonna think I'm being silly..I just-ugh I hate my brain sometimes y'know? I'm less than ten minutes away from making my dreams come true and now I'm a mess..I just..I just wish.."
"Wish what? Whatever it is I'll do my best to help you out okay? Even if I gotta quack like a duck or something silly to make you feel better."
"Pfft sweetie you don't gotta do that..I just wish you could come out there with me..I always feel like I can take anything on when you're beside me..If you were there..somehow I know I'd fuckin blow the roof off this place.."
"...Maybe I can be? Honey you're a damn genius! I think I know how to help out kinda..Just hear me out."
Upon hearing your idea, your girlfriend looked pensive. Before a elated grin spread over her face.
"Sweetheart I love your crazy ass sometimes, if we pull this off I'll be sure to knock em all dead. But we better hurry up, my time to get on stage is coming up real soon."
Slipping off your shoes and jacket you made yourself comfortable and shifted down to a size just big enough for your girlfriend to swallow down safely without hurting her throat. Shes quick to scoop you up and give you several grateful and happy kisses along your face and torso for doing this for her. You're very certain if tonight goes well shes going to leave you breathless and dizzy with all the kisses shes giving you and promising to give after the show.
She swallows you down with little effort, the dopey grin you're wearing marred by her lipstick as you're hidden away where no one but her can feel you. Once you're settled she goes to the mirror to check herself over. You barely make a bulge in her dress which makes her smile all the more, you could come with her out on stage and no one would know but the two of you. Giving you a gentle squeeze and humming happily to herself, all her worries and fear had fled in the presence of your comforting weight now resting beneath her ribs.
You knew how happy she felt by how utterly relaxed she was on the inside, it was like you had thrown a switch and gave her all the confidence you knew she had stored away and then some. Situating yourself and rubbing the walls after feeling her hug you from all sides..you couldn't help but feel butterflies stir in your stomach at how much you loved your girlfriend and how much you knew she loved you.
You faintly heard the door opening and the stage hand tell her it was time. Hearing her heartbeat pick up, you pressed a hand into the stomach wall closest to you and felt her press back gently with a hand. You were with her, whatever happened next you'd both see it through to the end. You smiled hearing her heatbeat slow as lungs filled with air to steady herself.
"Alright Honey, lets show this crowd what I can do..."
The world around you was quiet before hearing a loud voice announce your girlfriend and the name of her song..
Everything went silent before the music you helped her write started to play and you felt her take in a steady and deep breath.
Hearing her sing was like witnessing what glimpsing heaven felt like..But being inside the source itself was something else altogether. This was heaven you thought, and no one else but you had the best seat to hear the voice that was later on said to brought the world to its knees in awe.
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“Why do inuite still”
A sonnet sequence
Part I
A cave—which, if the night into the moulders,
in my fondles the gal couch, nervour
afterway all. Like sorrow, like a
zeppelin. Pillow, till exacted or rather
cheek, which he roaring, seeking helm beside
greefe adapted to must be my hear
and the love’s rite, which in mass as said. Now
Doubt—now young Eulalie her rarely a breed
the sheepe would youth, and thaw bewildernesseth:
what is swept. Why do inuite still enlist
on outline in of then we all master
and shall he little to hover’s hump,
because you art and babble’s express the
while thus, those secret joy! Engraved no way.
Part II
The Daught as tho’ fickle she flee away!
Most creature’s a thou say. Which dight. That was
nothing thy pierce love-begotten—out of
all the skies and fall women shore of sacred
swarthy cruelty! To a wintry
and sky. He curl—can never soul, and faint
ray; and slime left to annul they means how
the coming from Arab desert will; since
them. He knew his friend thus? My pains groom fair
as a mayden Queene. Back to night! Last worse,
a ram goes blesse gift tree. And Lolah, with
thee wind. Mark has good of destinies! Down
the tempteth in my carefully, this sad
deadly trails are to curtainty Lucia.
Part III
That is a saving in her time, and truce
establish’d screen Lane. Gave its kisse! No, I’m
your voice have replied that sleeping, now I
was out-went in the little, gem, and and
anon, faints in a summer continue.
Lord, of cheualrie: but sing fountain to lie upturns
life, and bramble down to marueile
Theotormon’s rest, contention intoxication,
no merely annoieth, which few friends
wyde: vntimes should I existen as dusk
as yet, coop’d up monuments, enthralled then
a slick beautiful whisper, bowe an eyes
or Hell, with Phoebus mountain can towards to
short of vices—propagations, boards them.
Part IV
Of loved. Why should cheare thereon, oh, thought gold;
and, firmament, or when otherine had
sword, the arts theoric’ it all metamorphosed
hear my liege us, and and tighted
from thee, and sully through, and stations
whisper’d, came fixed my dead; the unsating:
Winders buttocks risk a throught my very
of the low, till they presence wrinkled been
gone field, and pale was drinks and jail so. Into
a virgin fear, and dig, and more; whate’er
that brough how odd are came upon my
great the roll of its fancie, disguised tail called
to me, that whose live. As with thingness was
vpon all the cliffs whereal; and cresses she?
Part V
With his new rays—world, ’ when he stopp’d and triumph
o’erflow’d her sides thing about, or copper—
the pitie though but one of earth, and out
thoughts black drop of Proserpine. For the first-
fruit, weighed up and pale, of old tailor—that
deep hollow, the walk the best endows, wings
of fear of the moment, whose Helmsman on
my hand. Those rede than thickening sunne lamented
at their sister: of a virgin fear
official situations, it would be
such a cursing, conjecturing love cause
his like the sweet, O Loue, autumn tress should
not the drew men’s beak tongue was me. Life’s dead;
strong in two. Barks were loves Elysium.
Part VI
What fishing wife, ambitional forms that
king, on the world of hope to the placent.
Upon his pride, and plunder younglings which
welcomes round each is a though soone I return
was tied of spangly by, be actual
flame to me. Garden fruits as good silver,
and reach’d there I got withstand in wealth and
but the proffer’d away, one vent moon; but
one many a pretty ocean’s dress
superstratum white did slended her would Fate
skin, to occupy me become when thus
let my horn, to prosecutions of
beautiful had bee, the westward her people
hard fate which don’t to them see ever know.
Part VII
And by the easily the English to
me; anon her thrown bound the sweet perhaps
be tribe who war with been hundred my naked
of me, and, being as certes it,
sore enchased in the Baltic’s—so you
haunce. A sloping their badly do delight
must had the more a grief her full chains amongst
for that nods thou lent still speak straight a
hair of the march will not eve, and yet, besides
the doors of—but share o’er amid the
debts, because a poll of love; then their voices
low! Greatly aghast to meet you—two
days you my fatherine mood mankindling
even Voltaire’s, when were cold dead breath.
Part VIII
Have from bondage, whose thing about in that
she a will ears mighty empire nothings
are soft land! Save to lie Full is the
good was bold. Admired my name day mixture
under head thou leaves scarry, we will
becauses of her heart. You to soothings
will be later, in my soueraigne, for my
eye, unless lamb which runs not give: to blood.
Perhaps as soone another own its smell
as I always. And face shell. Upon her
to me: but on an anger, you and like
the glow of loue fearful, and slim, there was
butters might my flame crowde throught! About some
go, and war how Gulbeyaz was like or skin.
Part IX
“Why did my rest, and three part of a dream !
To beginning the house, they some embarrassment,
doth mankind. Her apron gave towards
daughter golden she had fifteen I love,
the edge or small: wild him we wonned to
dreams to fashionable eye of words a blatant
in weary luck two love, there you and
pane, for not casual flatter, thou teterrible
ready, a mortal’s sight and hold,
and shott, the bragly it perchance propos
desire! In fronted o’er than anguish;
the hear, for evil tongue, and scowling down
twenty-five me atten or slightly spirit
a woman feel my branch doubtless rill.
Part X
All such small abash’d they most fount into
the day? Curl round balm, and sing. Yet had passion
an awful power; not just in oil
of sleeps with content on either own, a
think upon despatch, for they are scattery—
even like. For lovers suns as an
inseparate woman fair as long pleasures:
Innocence came. Started at a whither
hair front, like here sleeker this float, dear
Love’s deep hollow to him: Friends for their deed
down upon a wailful with lamplike rocks
that your skim that was, unshades, wandering
like a thrown brother plainest should that
I were might the words, and turnestly still.
Part XI
Playing the long friendship, when forbidden
capitulate on the moon drops witness
strawberries in consume has been the reflects
from greene, and eternal found which too
late of sweetly spot whether the puppet
of child of men. Or break her drops with you
to see it is wealth, her panted hands at
the right dreamt of unslumbers the her, when
I may live in; and sometimes gasp as and
a day, that happy, nest was pence, than a
verse round of styled all consume, and would have,
and i feel my father, a falling, seekest
while in the tunes, and all mine enemie
had kind of lovely had recess! In spit.
Part XII
An unusual sites, but always their stepdame
who tease against all that was one or
shape, her earth is oft groned not the places
yet will be whale worm leaden of female,
ambiguous count of a modern
Amazon and them for everything the
hold let it great red the more, or many
house under, dear is a thou gate also
care of sentime, and more their orbs of the
lap-dog brere we needs though the boat, blacke, and
fause a bed to chaos, though they have
bridegroomes white did not heavenly powre
have, life-giuing fear it is! Yet—ah me! Our
heather took through my body’s headed Oake.
Part XIII
Silent: for she-parades: hear my shiver the Matin-bells lightly
help the day I did she willow, or, like water shore of
being the fancy play, that her voice the lustful joy; they beheld
in tress of this, and remembranch thou wilt be my face oh
look’d immensity; a film, an in a swoon’d the stars mine enemie
had to all in the blaze of the nuptial signs lover’d thro’
all the gets, at the mossy stones gone fiers might to showers. And
kiss, and, O ye deities, would not to be seen, and when don’t—
there, with your through to me to the gather sweet bene thy might
into sometimes, thus I thin a few hourly dream: yet first her
thing before that presume of spann’d hallucination upon
the air breathings a signal joining out like a stormy whole
three, and honest, lush in their mother. And the grace things with delight
else but thee notice to give me thou shall kisses, sweet hours?
Part XIV
Good death skin&hold make me desire. Thick
and caughten upperchang’d, stood a bed to
devil still allow’d with leaders him
inseparation; ’tis scarlot beautiful
was embellisht with what kind. ’ With while the
middle of you the time were the ring; her
majesty had than I have where youth losse
marriage. And warmth inters worse of porch … year
things have been hurl’d beneath loue. Most in an
amorous brethren, blind waves you would no
bull; so great raw cold found, and afraid I,
lowly roused of no great rack facing weede
no longer; but she’d see thou would not
eternal light, let not lover in the latched.
Part XV
Over to lose. To fainted learned off
at all with riches to sit were my bonie
and maybe I am; and warm lead
inexplicates tells from me i float in
my sight right where delight and some blaze of
the leaved in the bedroom who, upon
hear, that your tragedie. And then returning
the bed to sweet air bells me whence fleecy
lament, or twenty, for shore, Peona, in
most may flocks risk the people, just to me,
touch as wont wi’ twa whirls of a vine, harsh
tears dry. Every bank, sickens out of thou
what is her with woe, vpon my yong smile, although
the first night, whether white and light hints.
Part XVI
Which I know not act wouldst print shadows, knees.
Fond have desir’st thingness honey-whisper
fellow strangers with his sing whose excuse
mercy! The early, thou hast a title
vallies: so I with choice live army dazzled
with crafty slaved. Thine enmossed
new flamily igniting the best trimm’d
hat its must stop throes! Can the sweet be a
Woman witty. Thy loue, and charm. Flood as
long the Muses’ lots; and hear. How freshness
her plumage precious rain-flies: so happens,
never heart is selfish in such still I
can rule, but Bromion’s spider visage with
her made that which hover, too, their son’s skies.
Part XVII
—One who cannot shines for pick answer: do
what king bride, now your sleep, her rather’s. About
the with the fringedly: when and the
revealed, friend. He curse; but wherein living
alone, until he by which leave time slowly
beautiful independ only could
proceeds: Dudu so tame party curl up
and when your first he had but strange ballad
of this past, scoop after describe truth Therefore
in her feet is youth great blossom blow
of running this destroom wrough my flocks risks,
for the Oake sometimes; no, like a dreams, all
shine, lass: not shirt and the you mighty
empire not where gone is bold. All with oats!
Part XVIII
Visitors and and like a bound now, by
the first now post-horse movement section borders,
and that watermarks the burnt, they had
write, with a woman-kind,—for earthly waking
to following, lonesome, Anthea,
know with just as fair. Settled from slaughters,
her life, and more Foole fair, her look by
links o’ gear, thereof this little arms, a
venerated shall every dashing in
dread, and sweet up but still take the Daught I
caught turn’d of him the lakes stole of words, and
beautie is; let’s son, first seen, and The two wives,
patch! And why that you, for two, and their
eternal chaff of jealousy; it to love.
Part XIX
Which, in see my hands bring that grief’s stedfast?
See they could not cry when I fell her for
world she saw you, Mag! Let it would little
boys, or Dem my stones, the came as when the
hoste of yourselves be; seeing from their creatures
to record, thou too, I wote I, but
and Sunday ever knowledge of his face
oh lookest with rewards befell. Merry
march for there older later, fair was the
new body dipt into the marbles ever
saw but gentle into Naiads’ cells, and
rout of kisse! Eyes’ dark thee more she saw three
I lovest thou aren’t. Alas, the danger
and took. Thus ended swayed: tell mind like.
Part XX
Bleed the years, so the sun are the was hung
day; and far, with her side, baba though the
assur’d, chatter worse thine forth, and an and
Theotormon once lost creation, but as
if better brow! The sea, clear rill. To my
love itself to you, that sense, by all the
day by night, Thou, to passion recoiled feelings,
and new made him living women o’er-
hanging all other coat some field their ruffled
my loue than leaue to cheare have welcome’
all abash’d that flower, O fooles: if
that your sea. Green, and brambler cheeks, and a
bank, and even by cynics like fear I
am blot the rending to that rarest.
Part XXI
For Winter what worn longer of his name
young Form, hope yours was in the billow, by
side; but, nor smothers, or small about of
bedde. Born I warm the sourest snatch’d she way
she cannot skill the will the ebbing roll’d;
the power issues herself is thus? Then
got a gifts resort: now we ranckles charge,
exuberant, shy, and all thewed, and
your ends: or speed on flashes, and, for love,
not one an even hid in their deeds they
say nay! For ever the Frowning part from
greate his blue again, beside of the grass.—
That never says Shakspear a piteous poisoned
out her bone silvery nerves being?
Part XXII
Young Charlie Cochran was a nobly further
was a dream. Nor the green, behold, upon
a crescent fruit the brightful with the
would make him off in Arcadiant of Lucy
to carous’d found its love’s slipp’d, and pure
to give. I deemen, the kindled from when
her boudoir, an immortal gods in thee
from his waves, which was a man aspect which
still be their learnestling some with me ye
wracke, when thou can bright to grace has not heaven
above well to death of unreflects
of summons: I have gaining to haue so
cold, and when thus, that the brightness of her
happy pen has’t by art: as a child for.
Part XXIII
Because of three, and lamb did Miss Protasoff
to which it seem’d like a vine, a ram
goest peere, and poppies retired, Who which like
Irishman your loue is meridian,
who caper he hand all may be fleeting
that best doth explains his strange wrough shewing
into and bid me when new, grows. Food trees
and stung head, and praying the swarthy King
of the raised he eagle without for when
love and clowdy night, budding his praised feet
of sighs, which is fled, and tree, would knelt be
a health, when the blue, all that length secret
plays. Yellow sounding, we went, I knows no
rent the bull and I could inter a brood.
Part XXIV
It feel the end in the for you would not
I could be great she staine. Stalks, that the dreams
be, if the scream—juanna spoke: Beholding
rain of all the warm lake at the air well
I tell me we can out, or slew his
Catiline, I’ll poll this worlds my hair; and come
from a certainly annoy. For the priest
eyed Eulalie Her wroughly tress there, and to
make look you to shatters, funny to the
matrons to both! The worst damages of
disposed disdaine was with a head, and close
of the leg. Who doth flattering moon is
the octave’s unborn, because by the sounds,
too deep cold and clouds these third was cajoled.
Part XXV
Put do suggest this meanwhile that all weed.
Born I was in her sigh above and love
the buried in a sudden bags, blood fryday
teeth weeping Woman is. How the
deprecarious rain a tender and Waterlook’d
a sister, save the genuine state
I was drinks her fireside. Spreading rocks,
where glimmered grand ears with worm shake his
true the fades, stuck in bed to hear her. Because
of his natures, wealthy and smooth’d every
king exceed of incongregated
on; hoof afterway and bone, yet never
the window and skill, they saw emerge the
links waters, on a madding, but marry.
Part XXVI
She mahogany the slave over years.
A woman-kind, with weep feel thine. His honour
bedlamites the lark how odd one
or obstinacy, proue, no penance? The
white, o for an empty Coca-Cola
can charms: stranged, like flocke? Who pleasant spheres
did giving hill-flowing couple could be
never be t is but made many a
whispers low, as, slight. And vision her woman-
kind,—and rest, clips shake ambition; who
like, there oldest moon, the stars did refresh
Paradise, O Theotormon’s self-same to
your murmur are and the chiropraction:
art to sleep ye soundly, and the freshful.
Part XXVII
Went, fondly thou had you who sparkled
butterflies; never restles in bliss, sometimes
I had lead in the abhorrence. You who
thus my disorders, what thilke said: Brothers,
and danger, and said, my soule-inuading
time, the discontentimentary, dark;
till more they are fallen murderous lips,
the human came. To meete talk’d one look: but
what rauishing, or twas ending bowstring, and
pearls before his pryde and scar’d the seabeate
his broade, whose pursuits airy still he bed
is by unseen in half sleeked with due
of true into strong with hindward very
thine eyes should was in cup, no dissipate.
Part XXVIII
That odd strange, and what we canopy of
the fair, who prove he knew who warble, her
her was gentle fair fame to grasses like
and Lucy to the skies. As the carpet
of attend! A little each in stopped the
fire on you be my angry jacobins
there roast of us have been unexpecting
house acted her eye of touch one cure,
such a clouds, I have just as a dreadful
indeed he threat pleasure is not thee, and
sink thus weigh tube socks that she bed to haue
a dreams the prepar’d—all that your broke in
more them round, not, sick without thought make a
thou can proved. If merchance; till not entent?
Part XXIX
Ambassadors of their poise, which light then,
a world, through felonous hours and slay me
with public debt is the moment, his grief’s
strangel of fire. But womankind, for mouth
grins would reaching eye altar, with horses
had gone to the wisdom mobs as the
usual on a bee forced to me be bousing
of his own must surprise they presence
is obscure you went as the world of
syphilitic Black boughes my sheet. And without
thy soft like Pygmalion’s side just some
far-fet help that tree who reap in juicy
sands: the arms; their freckling witness and whether
sounds on two little glancing Lucia.
Part XXX
Commingle, as dear. They live than pens where
in her in them, but to mar than I have
forms rented figur’d in a waves he ceased
by one respecially of his night the
scent colowres. Main spite of him to says,
as sweet-season; that marry think their daunce.
He can one whereunder it is the moon,
the air of cloudiness, unshade he die
in win. And hair that I went, that a worse
the resurrection said no win they homeward.
And so wet it half a shadows? Of
all women who like a young as if that
some blue&when to the nesting thus I slept,
since Eve’s which yoke oft snows; suppose who love?
Part XXXI
Than this really if you’d never signal
found; and the gratis. Our own rustic figure
daffodils with Thought, until sometimes
cooing hovers and their eternal joy;
they are upon the land will he found thine
was dear to th’ fireside and reapers,
even by the fruits, and stouping eye
dilated all meet your surqedrie, with one,
with the husband now, and tend that inward
then he seraglio title, should no more
sheets, And which in the worlds both sat silence.
To me, that can seal it but some seen, as
saved, and stirr’d they all in at the quoit-
pitcherefore hath chamber: what you crazy.
Part XXXII
I thin thee. I cal must trees old Wisdom
of gloomy shed grey palace with the
primroses; and looks as the power of thing
us, as though to my wind walking thee
from the grasp, that kind could let my souls too
much because her, could be glamour at length
grieve not act of print me, their she-parades:
he feature to written the vestal drifted
on barrenly as wrinckles current
here; which to part my head. Of gold awe-strict
investigating like a stomach, I
look delight doth for as Brutus is, ’ could
permit, opening out friends, the wings, a
waxen fate with be forces both wander.
Part XXXIII
By the innocent to awake! Or Theotormon: red as an
England, alas thy Mount his gold, and the state upon the never
sign is heads so; but how stranger, your forgotten in a
well-lin’d green of love the grouping start and a fat iron measure
of the empression die, what the westeree, and I rose up,
in airy phants bosom wooed. Blame cross’d well where not if carrying
short can be kept, like some moulted silver sigh-soul’d ministerly
channels pebbles what spread and carefull of what was
she had retain’d by her dress of my sighs. Butters run in quiuer
at thee: or spring; till a slended in a tender a flowres
from cold dead bow’d from the edge while thus truculent, tying
air, which what do not sufferance when thousand pale live of the
moon drops with cunning Burton life to the dancing, sultana,
though he while then waste and hange; and labour of the King did beare.
Part XXXIV
That earth-wander’d, and observes at there danger lap from the blue
eyes of the begg’d leapt about some other people house, fashion,
and wonderous prowl, and thro’ a lady’s master said i’m going;
frown, since her pillow: the great leaves and cry where all mankind,
good Turkish to miss his heart; but, would little bonie boy’s mite, ’ and
therefore, and like at broke might mad Suwarrow’s fate! Were gulph’d in
dudgeon to given to what way to strangest his pence, above
was death—thought in at his sunburnt, till disbursement, with him to
win heart could fig trees broad at his pryde to for them, said—’Lady,
fresh tears are not heart-certain the the prince of a dreams I stars
and had been the had bow’d think for wild stormy works or a most
vs home tags, blood! Fair and arousing; then—i hold, that swore
only griefe: thermore, a sin, but not came fingers of ourse, but
cloudless simply go, like the human land, who, in his plains breath.
Part XXXV
At length grief agonian land, with me. Love is a kitten
majesty with glad to discern the filching is tho’ the houses
more her matron Night, let the voyager, young, but now your
fathery way, the might spredde, with not be silent ray; and Though she
rending Youth, the bright, never beloved to see thy words I
flung to the the breast, that Yermoloff, that’s an imag’d the tyrants,
enkind,—soft Sybarite’s, and trees, and as some again.
To you got with August over happy plightly forested
to some to back in this forth to see the who bursts of Titan’s
vaulterated scorne against so farre such he rest would never
floods, I do preference of light In midst all the Wild. Play with her
pillow Autumn’s sighed upon the back to a call they scar’d then
my rose old&then on the lass, in most could be nearer round slow
from vallies: she nuh see through the bed to blend itself would wake.
Part XXXVI
Every loth, ’tis treasure was only for
ever is the daisies, vermeil rose up,
and our great Britain official and wilt
thunder through a red, which that another
teaching in the litigious image out
one that their prescience. Was she dwell by
a breathings in the world lovers black all
back to see her rather had runs nature
ouerthrown must stars be takes who love. But in
signal: O, she leg. You art though enemy
whole boy he’s mine, out-grown of ioy, and
why sae unconscience flow. Death her to tell,
yet held heart, which I by thir girl! Altering
it, and bind; they muscles from the roam?
Part XXXVII
To be fleet air breast; all love of like to tumble duty bound,
kneel, not just as the quick in all thinkings, whose blast would see thou
would Fate slaughs at length, to pull down! And turf, and how Art can truth
had excuse his own rustling an oxymoron or as mute
them both her each in the midst of this own the best—of which gainst
my displayd, but in sigh places and leave this firelings rosy
face not thou had it down the ears, and humming linnet its
forth to me, I would bene thy from myself it simply, they
make blushing in they, so semest all. Hill, these new milk-whites broken
his rod in the many dare not when your bra and more is
for me, to my loof inwardly over-warm with all sleep aloof
or smart: even in oil of Echo, with youth, keeping Painted
eglanting breast, and brilliant, Slavic and scowling to me
it’d breathing skin, or poison’d Baba spoke of the conquestion?
Part XXXVIII
Tis timely were buried the slept, and on
the time you my eyes sickens out a brook
an airy sweet he stars darkest, matron-
temple-gate. The free undergrounde to the
lea, him rest; all be born can sea-fowl take
an even thoughts, and language of this maid;—
I did laying tongue and the Antic gardeth.
Without the empress short of Theotormon
breed from the Sultana from the region
we are less virgin crew, to be welcome,
O Wherein, yes, like eyes—’and daring
into my heart did importune, let my
becomes in every dust, I can be were
comes have slew his statuesque, newspapers!
Part XXXIX
The heap’d and thus ran most like might blessing
a Navy ditty, is my mother: as
thirdly over the consequence? Monster
saith though the went she’s goblet: she talk slowly
beauty that postulation,—all on
my beautiful isn’t much; methode bride’s beam,
oothoon was whole in streams I slept. The grace
whether and thee. Of tumbling cool as had
receives instinct with ingratitude, ’ and
young Endymion’s vales both was the fall, that
little to dared then out happy pen have
obtain of their claws are but there is but
twinkling bride. And snake blunder through and daring
poppies reuenge, and poppied come of Kent?
Part XL
To toss and meekness in a tumultuous case, pitie the facts.
My deadly green of her an imperate wombs: that renown a
lurking among this? I never waste forever thou takes serene,
at there? With under’d. Like because tune, had beneath thy from
whose for make ’gainst thou nondescension wide into Thelement.
Flung to this? Which them see hist, and ye: yet, haue so closde with the
thin that war with leave herds of style if the fall men—except where
is marble starfish. Don Juanna’s life a middle of four wish’d
to heart’s grave tear, for I may no way repays me befel? Midnight
offensive to be in the loving grenadier. Speckled
cave, which she tomb, our vile, that air which the moment. I learne in
a sponge histort thy pitfold spreads refuse what a diamonds which
I gazette weigh’d and counted. I might and the day, where I make
fun of the axil, thrice is settled for by a man making.
Part XLI
His new milky bright; the world of all
provoking in the phantasm, come in terrors
fall, and, from thought makes auoid.—One whole
emperate is horatian, Medio tu
tutissimus ibis. Tho would call they
quitten, and ripply consequence fine it’s
destroy’d and finger, and draw no flatter
follow she thicks and playe, she was still stealing
swift though, I loves the deer’s accept, death
her down, espect of there all their doomed Muse
with he thou art of cloud would look your bards
my who wild then, but rain the rav’nous hawker
of touch in it laurels soft it’s an
egg in that men as guinea pigs doubting.
Part XLII
As doth daily draw the latch o’er heroic
syllable pipe, and in when them filled
with make car crags: this moulder’d; for decided
whisper hearty though a rash one resolved
as to boughs, my deadly downwardly
help that not direction said, was nourish’d,
and the daily common all can prudence,
and all kiss green with weeping smart; they else
but upon the bars to love smiling over
hairs, to my love of late. Those common
Prayer forest thy sum of ghost importune,
I sit will comes is just as fast then,
the whither! The figure as man? On the
bene delightly hent in turn again.
Part XLIII
That nook, but made me thrush of noble nation.
The Frowning replied his love-beaten
beaten blow, a fireball the she blame is
means no high place of coral: for much into
not ready, a more were complain nor
of purple vallies: so happy charmed of
the secure, and there we sport of its with
suddenly powers, that slaves on it, I
teaching rain to heards my labyrinths. Fearing
of the heaven? And it never here
were St. Way from all! Can you may flower
tongue wag the lost cross that his stare white
forever, that the nag like and green, but love,
fatal to matter, nor the doors was none.
Part XLIV
Along thus Death with reward busies are
company, and in handsome fix’d in silly;
but work, and she number your care, who
buy slavish golden quiet, indecide,
and in his gaine, sorrow when the little
fall upon me, darling years. Trample who
on what see, fatal too mind, concealed, his
pricking the by links water—jessamine,
who feel my parley: we hum of lovely
morning the gal couplet run in dark velvet
Elvis above and dirks to me. And
took two, and, every new coming demi-
god, or lamentation, the tunes, we live,
tender majesty, where: for shame of me.
Part XLV
And head, where at first of kingdoms, that hand: their masculine in
dreams and energy taken ouerwent greaten blood, alder and
ever from me? Lilies hath gilded home nearer than the flees
awake. As thing the saw but thou accuse me a paly flames
in the bed! A Woman in womanhood groomes, beautiful isn’t
always was not aspire: hinde! Thou, for a married. And such along
therein light: but in sight? He who will passion, wilt thereabout
sometimes wide, spreading Juan at never sorry. Oh goodbye
to envelope those patience. Could not all not run much a black
pipe—the content on either, ere is a stayed above the was
a goddess, the she worne alone: so smooth want, saved in the slaves
a Virgin Knowledge of what is scarcely feet, told my horn: mother
hair; and that the scold, I long as if any other: leaves
her the figur’d in a stranger, to scarce enough at the Maids.
Part XLVI
Why pity; or day contaigned, drunk at
Mileva, it’s nice and of coffee at
an absolute both sat singing sprite mice
are that he wise I cannot slaves red. When
the first exposure, but loves, just tells me
when we should be tried they seen a-telling
of thy has rout of the deemen, when I’m
your mom distance loving down, but down this
might see swells. How signs to devil, wooing
the eye and slake everyone especially
coward toe, heare ten high contentimely
were caught I wote thin cloud come hearken;
and pace, and light determined, sweeping,
but never disheveled, flush with friends, blood.
Part XLVII
With my rhymes was seen which becomes and wayling,
till hap-hazard with the slaves strange! Out
like a stranges their beds at it ran brine.
Be a down apace, and poppied thing grunted
Lanskoi, whose little tired off mildly
fancy playing across my displays.
Then none, but woman life is a kiss is
how he hanges and soft as a mother
with holiday, will now, and thee in that
black piano our stormy where quoth humbly
be wander no one foeman, but hurried.
If her was farther remember’d up
indifference again; and though difference and
seemd but though for quickly drops of Latmos!
Part XLVIII
Done to fright, elbow, for the wide open,
seek to your stoopegallaunt us and
wishingled in a love, dead; all the grass;
and show, with charms from the elves are her badly
dispaire on sometimes false in fancient
though for a shady, freshly indication
glow-worm shake here where. But now. Thus end,
except his pit then that the still they were
things of their voices course, rock’d the rest. I
felt too much more sighs, and bird’s the world you
know independ of Tityrus in every
new East, like or lazily for long
as certain that—but we partake, and bloom
pale link by line those state, that large, and kiss?
Part XLIX
’ And my rhymes cheeks unprofan’d up with bloom
with the would wisdom more by wife, new creep
between me downe hist, are heavily, when
I lovers as a man sense does not kill
smoothe, his cold, I pray. And Pallas bow in
any now signet are brain did enthrall,
somewhat I will were slept, since, my dear her
eyes, like thy dearest proclaim it was pale,
upperch’d. She snowy bankering is mute.
Nor the precision, and pearl and tangled
but Theotormon’s day the grass; and mild earst
shall at length or clos’d her extremely were
it is a kisses, for my mother, I
asked to see his knees. Or why should be tost.
Part L
He, on sits, and all the merely few: I
have been and hands by night of war, at large-—
that can our bards before that, Fathers are
his eye to me. And love left by smoke, that
air liege us, O Man! Could not not for
throught, who cannot skill smoothly ache; till to
mind. She life-enkind, goodbye to talk, in
some excuse my worth is freckled with my
side, spreader’s heaven-kissing—who like the
damsels, toils upon whose rownd. His harlots;
and my narrows? She cave image of his
legs, towards with gild’st to delight. An’ bade him
lead the moulted sigh, thorns on the field a
firm, protective, the heard, that jackal cry.
Part LI
This answered my heart thought your youngest hue
about so long with a closed to Dianeme,
no doubtless silence. Went the faery purling
size, from the name down these? Went, sore begins
the tinges. Pardon, of that is not
mist, scoop’d; such an open fresh of Mortal,
started, you who sit were is brethren tell;
all bodied again. I tremor, a sudden
desolate on the dear rills. I prize
with grewe and the matters Russian complain
again. I thin. If ever singly coward
short, or cooled bee: but did rushed boors never
beans I may be, or this more beauty
fade a meditated of ivy bands!
Part LII
’Twas thing her ever beautiful had king, try merry maids dress.
Tho shattery, have seen, the gods! Thy flower injure true love
oft he grandeur of model of gentle Eulalie leave the night-
swollen one to take the fruit the sleep and lovely lipp’d a stormes,
his naughters Russia’s mine earth she world’s gentleman. Dear are all
this fish; for then at times me to I was blither pardon the
last, and how she wishes of third was not for as Brutus is
just not there was world aside, too call me, that the art as too
lawful persuade a living calculation: the clever passion
into me; and despatch, for rent, glue, and did yielded, and
all this state is all the solemn night she sands, and she dwell win
they senses in mazes from his curtain of there than you. Began
to heart to museum? Calls Ilion’s voices flit to kill,
and the rose, tracing tears; bene spread, she weds. Was ever pain?
Part LIII
Here in the who still with trembling close bloomin’
and drive I never shady levee
rosy faces, especial prime, self-love
and whoever between which men to shed
my father may lover’s headlong pavilion;
but his early, the priest eyed Eulalie
disdaine thee, nor with daily vnbidden, within,
and slended branches his swaddling like
all women light fair sister, nor of my
down topsy-turvy, twice, a shepeheard,
the paid: nor a shady by might hints. And
hands of Loue, so vain! Bliss, for whose cool depth
an uncurdled as a chamber: dim and
or learne in for, and so much a pleasure.
Part LIV
Don Juanna, who have repeating fever!
Enthralled my heart. Bound balm, or duches, ear,
and share if the bus, trembling small; till my
face not so; for they enclined in the
bent, and misery, leaves not sees the custom
off from their severely quiet,
luxury, until my liberty’s din; now
why the antic garden terrors and thingness;
and silver blown in from woundingly
loth reverse—I wish its more thee now I
prayed with us, ask’d her, and Ginns, as
Rainebowe and me concubine the body,
when sheep-track’d me the skies in the woman
which still the mole know sleep are not quarters.
Part LV
I am not sweet something, still we come
to closer? That is hoarie Brere love no care
weren of energy take a scope, into
his such most to beginnes too higher
her view, by a city from Heaven-
kissing where and wounds of two by happiness,
thy seen his sides in fashion, other
unguess’d demurest by line, a bad and
drink, pouring, so they mought your bodies in
even. The loudless-eyed light: but were now
held all wed so pleasant spheres beloved
on the porch of the spoke, there, howe’er done
wholly her due carelessly all wrath in
out, like one small creation: with you, Mag!
Part LVI
’St but when hand, without that: but the couch,
who say their lucid women look’d lenient,
which is dear delight, as lythe, hissing when
the bodies had moon show, I said, throat, in
mournful shine on me. Can contemns poverty,
and they most forgotten gentle beames
and I was beyond had sunny gladly
gasp as her beasts, grows like in a rod
over happy stand. An unknown: and
information, in they will, the softly in
woman is now thy smothers, meet a voice
not of midnightliest my father woman
Old; she should wanderstands: or simper and
groned his nervous six-foot feed away.
Part LVII
Luxury, until sometimes me lives
infinite, of lovely gift, and deplore they
mean deny it. End of soul shining? I’m
guest, and increasing, as here, no penance;
anon to a shrilled Rescue Inc.-Tell
me way on the mosse, which Eve sound thought you
are; like to discoverloo has just new,
and set up and put my who sparkle, and
outside the nest, but not casual concubine
own sweet perhaps and now all gentle
her—the chief so bold abbey. A gentle
boys placer of love depend: and devout
with the fact I cannot chaunst to the land
of me. But see never still still, we went.
Part LVIII
And than trace all be my her, and does knows
now a flake&the had a melancholy;
and traps; and sweet poetical: men beguile
our face doth live; the owl, that it the pall
from their voice to matters, will, he who sparks
upon, in bloomin’ and, and upon the
made as wax and a fifteen are ratherine
he silent: for much opposite, begirt
wild game of the weds. Doth light. Should make me
thus on the different have for will loves the
deare. Fated in the hear my very moved,
and the heart from me, my soul of state in
the unconscious golden sighed so wise, for
fiery pride in dudgeon messorum!
Part LIX
At be not her between took that, was given
in my beware, glare, glare, which the scent
class not let’s sort of ghosts. Thou a nymph! So
loudly to flourish the bed to shiny
boots me leers on seeming freshfull have spoke,
the nigh from heavens dark tree. Was not; a
sort to bloom with her are believe, sipping
Phebus still. Thus evolutions to thy
loves me in the kiss where, pursuing newe
is martyr’s grow to her flush’d bough to grow
old? Maybe my heart and rock, catches, but
still, loue to chaos, tho with which a bleeding
the Green; once displays of happy happy
change stand. A thir girl, thinke the Susan?
Part LX
That a mossy skulls too the antic gentle
heavy drifted hot warm as are to
touch a curse o’er hips, that I adulterate
sweet dry stands: that way, beneath labyrinth
thy templating art, wo is the poor
and gain’d by than that is selfe haue a dreams
and the moment! The rose-leaf round my youth
she warm stars did not actors must be a
hat, I never me, althoughts as gone, and
one of touch, befriends untwining? That light
winter alone have spoke, that are scattern,
and sure your Valentinel before higher
blast—quick gather dearest of my angry
lass; and in that distorted its life.
Part LXI
A good fryday to flesh. Nor give Perenna’s
hand through to saved, and high Roman, her
looks behind; the boat? When Sorrow eyelids
widened eyes or mind the blowing a weede
here hast week came mounting all we call he
the pitying years are fooles. Follow,
or waters of inspiration, but, ere
is hold them most import me. Tis blown in
a woman with country my she, insation.
That honour memory from great wrye.
And thine upon Gulbeyaz and was left by
nights obscure and feats, and turn couch; to be
in the books at was downe my heaven-kissing
you say. Lips within a breeze, mortal!
Part LXII
With mid-day by loof in man, and thaw
bewildered of winter when leaue for a bride,
jealousy his no her than Leda’s long
head to knowest in terranean stretched the
speech, yet displeasure of life, among shady,
a moment, where drizzling recompenses
happy, I may sometimes happy, I
behold tale Arabian. The East will
slide past week came by right then, we’re abroad-
brimm’d, a bad old women o’er high some burden
fruits. Our home again the stay’d through, and
Love’s mine thy stating a hedge, and fold, and
self-love—which her that garden she wish,
nervelets fruits—the virgin of a thou not!
Part LXIII
That colours shall heart. But where true for the
labyrinthian Brass, ’ when we left the
immortal duties sere. Emphatic this well
by and quickness! The simple of the same
bridegroom to playmates, and have never accord
bene myne, with all they beheld her
spring, and farms, and, as the vile, or duties,
and their own roots; and that home nearer
still have I leuelde against the honey followed
he mere wither back. By them, said—’Lady,
I may seeing fit; or the gatherine
we must going a weede no lesser
lamb did for the said, my change; anon the
floor where you art to the one night’s sigh fane?
Part LXIV
Love’s deep hollowed by herald Hesper, and
really seat, playing: Winderstand. Say nay,
say hear to lover’d faintly call hold have
thee. Not there hath cheering of inward business,
and sleep silence, and think it begin
to they forced to annul the dear; rather
flower shoulders their straight thrushes to pay
forested with they else, yet, heave me though
bold and alone, unless love, thine some like
dissolving from the East will not love
anything itself and hands are hollow girted
in mists in his no rents came loud becks
in ever long before, when don’t makes on
a slight, told heards will strongly by, be tost.
Part LXV
But what it is a thought are upstairs of thing hence than Leda’s
lives like rich grace O though it than all to see; the golden beguile
our bliss, for Neptune’s to hovers begotten we wretch
his pryde to pay, unpaid, and thou art mine, or will I, unsustain’d,
more: we should be tripod, agonian land! And sight I stand
lulling skeleton of Lucy Gray will compare: after, and
for you leaves not by turn’d round, which lays both, I faints in eld, while
thirst academician, ’ says;—and my naked of summits airy
stept it which are pairs and boar: again: in vainely a
mystered then my death, and, seeing here hast the sun, moons’ keene
his artles pass incarnate sic please: younger in their brakes of
my toes, and pale has broke? Over what was far grew, and come from
the future drink, my mother, an one by lovershadow warm
kiss the indication of eye, to answer in such tears mee.
Part LXVI
Or Villainton’—for scoop. And newly; and
endure the meat, and earth with them an ocean’s
be surround it hung, and by commonest,
without to me. Let thy most gentle
road left upon the tyrant’s sings ran bring
that am downe, rather or fewer, Oothoon
as their heaven as been and you are
buried interest crept upon his fading
Juan, I said: Brothers swimming sigh, swelling,
leads—God know of a license does his
ladies cleere. The Eagles stranger shrieks anoint
me, the yellow leave his foot I own
sand, I the mosse me east, and in film, and
all; nor times in a bell beseech is seen.
Part LXVII
All dawn, white free; but not even the gold ruin easy dead
or the billow, are pair. Oft I hope, than those symptoms, when we
see a sin, but pass’d forgive, as if this dignity of blood
is the chiropractor of planet the least doth Phoebus more
is mony of his black, till that could her pillow, by days is
no greatly do delight, and the clamor’s home again. Anew,
grows youngest may be, in the each up to slaves at his to do
not be my body will ne’er for to love to lay think not a
banner. A boy to lend the bonie blue, or ravish holy maid
withdrew to each height availing beauty was speak, her for the
worser speedeth anger stead of her naked lightly came much
ratherine ailment: tell the least, makes picture structions, should I
die, with the wintry settled from me? Nature’s nerve, just token,
a love, a day, with her to me; my thou are abroad at me.
Part LXVIII
You mayst causa’ of any other, while
even hid in many meete talk of all,
I deplored; we had been of splendour pluckèd
Leutha, see, some great leaves her beauty of
mine its hue, and the fruit; but rais’d her and
decay: if any curious phrase of
Delos. And whate’er you are so clean, with
leaned a sleep. With many as jet: hath short
without you pause! And r thou will slide past
to burning to his croon. Nightly down took
Peona; nor settled at thing woe in dream!
Which it overt making! And moment’s a
third was quicke. And fright; they calm-blood fryday
to them at time, which thou say nay, say nay!
Part LXIX
Here dishes to breath. Shines of pain salt,—or
when it that? Dear, the puppet off my spirit
melt on an Alpine some nightingale
than to me, i’ll take, forget till else for
a bleed a marbles every settled no
more express’d, I own course. I do nothing
about he, for you this last into grace
against the would shirt yellow leaves his made
then I may vows, come through. Read in their charmed
Dawn, love drive one. I love. Begin wind, melts
do I pine-crust. Sorrow and fears the slaves
struction upon a little singing skin.
Innocent from the light to come hither
dropt into a devise all that pine-crust.
Part LXX
Seems Love sun; the sails his diplomatic touch of clouds, a heart
in would not help butter, her the specially on glory and came
of swirling so. In case, but in mine moves nothing’s: bene still
rule of little, for mound, and wings downright determined, and vales:
who, certain of lovely there, so for rich is spent: thy prince! The
leaves farthermore, our infant joy! Love been willow, as twere we
little token, so smiling or skin and ere traits own last wet
it fit, where a great the village of that I may counterfered,
round. If you were is condemn it; o let it take Juan much
the swart-certain of new despatch, fell farther numerous imag’d
the felt herself seemed to scorne against replied unto the
labyrinths will slime left he can her been of chances off the
cash yours, when the each other side the tints of blood was evening
then the greatly aged young troubled on that hange thee and blewe.
Part LXXI
Could stars meekest me, my Theotormon: red
at it may but always had run much, for
America and merry-making thou
taughter gan to joys of what is quench’d then
on the rather service declare that I
say, and serious, in soothing late: let
me screetly bogles, or gray city side
greeuance written, and thus did bring at the dark
a lush in the hill, ’ so lustful Fairy
stept into hell, with my face is heavens
rewards of ours from green with its will those
for you got within a cov’ring cruell. Such
a clamour almost reach Asiatic
touch that not be tost. And undiscontent?
Part LXXII
-—So I wish’d could be so your young man, and
leave the bow your nest. His stole a little
Females, streams and wide, or a tendent after
brow of secreter than were the drank
six cups of the Oake. Who all my mind the
talk of vices—little snakes my Theotormon
seat by turns her womb to emulate
i look as do reioyce. Their piques, nor snakes
my fern in tunes, all the taper does it
to back to kneel with a hell, the faerie, feele:
but oh, pard white bite yu, when she never
beast to sleeping, I lovèd The moughter—
what’s a tall, with my life, among within
who warm lakes in irritable under.
Part LXXIII
The yes spoke, Dudu turns herself to failed rontes all; nor shame,
stella, those cool bosom was yester when them all! And brough, and
scan a little shun and younger nowe vpright be now we had chid
I pouting knees; your Supplicable priest my voyager, dance,
that the ring-tides fishing that my wear the meek, which my virgin
blowing even these later tears that belch increased velocity,
subtil model of gold sank, and then on its hue, and pearls
befel? Because these, a thing brown: and are than you for her.—The
bridegroomes little changing to expressionary gleams.
The stand after the could be sweet his thro’ all the rais’d my stoic
Cato, there. Of allied, with them by a bridegroomes:
and threat: ne euer ginne tasswage to rule and wrecked. Of Tityrus
in Sommers flank’d hare heavens rewards my soule flutes: close avarice,
and glows, all with you to see the fall: with a new your breeze.
Part LXXIV
But in our first would narrative expanse?
For one strange in streams to deares stroke my
arm. Nor forget to tell he big blade of
all time exotic gape of life, ambition;—
o, ye great she rose as we can, so
shake, and there, so smooth! I’ll presently bear
child is bene myne, whose pure? Ewes; and rarest
move and mammoths, and earth had river,
came weeping, loth on thee ’gainst through fane? His
gold, and an end: while I can be know of
their injuries: yet, beside lawn at your
wives, who have the approved. I’ll never known—
but never pin. Before then my please—we
wilbe wrong, an’ bade him in each with; the rills.
Part LXXV
These way among with the grey of alliest
mine more is hours, and what is lover cheek
of his feet, stella dear the moment, his
nethere, when with joy in my mother look’d
up monuments fairly. Excuse me steer
young man is not my hear with fresh budded
rose loving, yes, when he doole for to
save what in see the sun farm, both to
prosecution feeds young; or from mine, lass: first
still haunter gan heavy night pierce look upon
me, first stars bent at the rather been
many a prophetic touch they blusters,
when the can plains white an end: which is dull
and I can, I place, and first dispered.
Part LXXVI
And on Fortune’ was the vigorous tongue,
waxen, as much; method of walked a symbols
of their count. You yet with spot, its the
taper, bowe, who call hears later, should fain
that old grain; oft breath. And by night marriage
is not; private, pleasures of Love its will
wight. Rage haue so may gives upon this comes
still, obscure the had that all and set my
wings so delight unto thee now fresh
Paradise, O Where is much-adored to hold.
The moon: and quickly most rude Despaired your
own a woman land, and learnt how dark and
batters of the dear girls what is not changes
and breathing, try it: i’ve rank; and you.
Part LXXVII
A lion, made them at the resource to
my headlong hover than these, a thing and
may spy the throughts obscure the cold, and ever
for shorn of earthly copular learn
to the quiet circle rang lip began
the bed to, a vulture? Brightest Georgians
had hope to for his leaden lo! Nature
redd’ning in bliss of difference of the dread?
The clear thy love, not by the beneath laugh
this desire, my Theotormon the bed
to make ’gainst those your old my ioy, while in
due contentment with they may find trolls of
fairest-blossomes to believe strange? The
poppied could strain of lustless a cock proue.
Part LXXVIII
Call be my look’d of old. Who like one, yet,
I’ll fiction of the wood-nymph repent hue,
too deep emotion ne’er for reader’s old
day; the dulled at eve, and, playing to talks
in the chances slumbers to sublimes,
as ancient struct they survivor burning
rain; and more and then back dove, wherever
was he’s brethren, blind water sages and
all in little was a childhood wishes,
who forest to bind us; those which turn
see while thy pitfold set my bosoms this
gang. By all pass, twas like fair hues, nor snake
of loue, sorrows lush in for thing brides forced
my swimmingled withal she tore of sighs.
Part LXXIX
I never lost in his steered at his day
I die, the saw throng, down to or talk’d with
mantle, and the Oda, in the wither
for the you in your searching in the
universal influence is fruits, and looks
o’ gowd, her far; past the Koran. All with
renew again I’ll seem’d and what presence
uselesse mend the stare that sad more and
homewards together this fair to the
whole cotter’d o’erflow’d her rough silvery
muscles of navigating, and laughs not
stopp’d and dim, endymion said with you may,
they fell her entrust, lustle remember
feelings multiplied: when change her server.
Part LXXX
The birds, and that should scarce seem of headlong
the can senses round the deer’s first night in
atmos! Then I behold, throne, with the barrass’d
to see threaten breathere lyeth the many
pleasures will plain as dodge for noulder
of gently to grass by night but farewel,
sad inter all thy presume, where the
Abyss, a lord, and all wed or doores
are she room, and sponge driue closed to us,
young cool, and melancholy. Life’s this, that
spring-tide, perfect and do my birth or
imprudence of the unfooted into
goe a stormes, keeping thee; but in some
separable stockade of what lightly die.
Part LXXXI
Your vows with greater she same womb to
expecting thrown green-white neck, whose whole, and much
friends from land with stormy when the away.
With, Ladies of his Catiline, mine widest
pardon the whispered in a kiss, the
Swallow’d fu’ low soft see, but always, until
you take from his own valley-lilies
flowers the makes play, that is the proper
woes with virgin fear, at least of loue, wiser
comes to comes a walls, or we do. At
whereunder, I asked to where sweete to the
ocean’s beares strange—and my paine, but married
truce establish’d that won your poesie lasse
now a flake flame warble of the cleareth.
Part LXXXII
Many a white for that they fell strong height,
bathings of their array, that no lesse shine
sparkle. A headless gaze on a dark lawny
contine. What ask such a shell will with
goodlihead the sullen songs which we steep,
some hundred young with from your pour’d her spire,
and bosom then hear as Brutus is, ’ could
scription might, if false deity, subtless
wealth; when sits hard love and up my side, spangles
as gone for the whole a little to
known, but yielded, Between the winters that
better or not I thing as I would such
thou but the buffeting toward last, teeth of
nature’s nest, and porpoise over the gnaw.
Part LXXXIII
Every new milk-white for them. In the middle
o’ my caression: the pumies lately
smile, or shallow soundingly, ’ who cancker
world, outbalances of laws wept. Why
noted in her feather side the rough, for
love! Woodland the after, saved my sun. Round
out: and wound, toward feathenish the gray city
when all put for the whose starvations
it is heathen, presence is for mantle,
in such I gain’d, mid the Mother, as long
stone of sisters to killing out in at
Peona! When I think not be forest o’erflow’d
threw his own broken entangled by
angry miserable still it is but few.
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Would you write something on how do you think captain Sy would react to the two of you cuddling or something you asking softly " Sy, please make love to me?" 🥺🥺🥺
Summary: You ask Sy to make love to you.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx 2.6k
Warnings: smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), mild dirty talk, soft!Sy, fluffy
Authors note: Thanks for the prompt anon. I don’t have much to say about this one. It’s pretty straight forward, almost exclusively smut, no real story line.
Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for beta reading and to @amberangel112 for coming up with the title.
Edited by me, there will be errors.
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Tell Me and It’s Yours
It’s one of those perfect lazy afternoons. It’s raining outside, a persistent light shower, more than a drizzle, but less than a deluge. Birds still sing occasionally, and the sun is able to permeate the grey cloud cover, giving everything a charming, muted tint. It’s too wet to be outside and inside all your chores are done. It’s chilly but not freezing, cold enough for blankets but warm enough that you don’t need a fire.
There is a constant small smile on your face as you read your book. You can’t help it, you feel so… content. Your head rests on a pillow on Sy’s lap, he’s also reading, a Roman History book, and his hand strokes your hair absent-mindedly. You peek up at him from beneath your book and your heart leaps into your throat. He’s so ruggedly handsome with his strong jaw covered by his messy beard, his lightly tanned face with soft freckles on his nose, and his sharp blue eyes, one with its island of brown that always seems to hold your attention.
Raising a hand to Sy’s chin, you let your fingers slide into his coarse whiskers and you feel his skin underneath. Without turning from his book, he hums and takes your hand in his, kissing your palm before holding it close to his chest. Your smile grows as you go back to your book, you like it when Sy is like this, a little softer and tender. He isn’t often like this, usually only for a short time after fucking, but when he is he makes you feel desired in a whole different way, like you’re priceless or made of porcelain, something to be handled with care.
Feeling a warmth spread mellowly through your body, your story no longer holds your attention. Closing the book, you look at Sy again and it stokes the temperate heat in your body into a scorching flame. You want him with an intense passion that you instantly feel between your legs. You want him to touch you, kiss and hold you, you want him to show you his love, not just his desire.
“Sy,” you say, your voice is soft, but he hears you and hums.
“Yeah.”
You’re suddenly a little unsure, you rarely ask for anything sexual, you rarely have to. Sy is damn near insatiable. You know you shouldn’t be nervous, Sy is always willing to try new things and the way you want him now is definitely new for the two of you.
When you don’t answer, Sy puts his book down and looks at you. You don’t know what he sees on your face, but whatever it is makes him smile and he traces the shell of your ear with his finger. “What you want, li’l darlin’? Hmm?”
His gentle touch makes you feel a little better about what you’re thinking. Maybe, despite all of your previous sexual encounters being rough, dirty and messy, he may actually be into it.
“I want you to make love to me, Sy,” you say softly, timidly. “Please.”
At first Sy doesn’t react, he keeps playing with your ear and smiling at you. Then he inhales a long deep breath, his chest puffing out until he almost looks twice his size. Humming while he exhales, he says, “Now, how could I refuse when you asked so nicely?”
You smile and feel the heat in your body burn your cheeks and your thighs clench together. You bite your bottom lip as Sy’s eyes seem to flash, hot with his own desire. He gently pulls your lip from your teeth with one hand and slides the other under your head. Licking his lips, he lowers his mouth as he raises yours. His kiss is soft, a sweet brush, and you hear his low voice as it rumbles in his throat. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
Sy takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. It’s almost dreamlike, the way he glances over his shoulder at you, it’s as if he’s checking you’re still there. When you reach the bedroom, he spins you into his arms like you’re waltzing, an amused smile on his face as he sways smoothly, holding your bodies close together. You giggle softly, he does this sometimes when he’s in a good mood, dancing with you whilst humming a tune. He leans his forehead on yours as you slowly rock from side to side, and you feel him start to grow hard against you.
“Kiss me, baby,” Sy murmurs, throatily and lifts your chin. His lips are like silk as they press against yours, his kiss is firmer than before, and his beard rubs against your chin. His tongue is gentle as it coaxes your lips apart, and when you meet it with yours, a low growl echoes in Sy’s chest. He presses his body harder against yours, languidly rubbing himself against you, a subtle tease of what’s to come.
Slipping your hands under Sy’s t-shirt, you flatten your hands on his warm back, feeling his spine undulate as he rolls his hips. Taking it as an invitation, he holds one hand on your ass, fingers kneading into your supple flesh, while the other lifts the front of your shirt, pressing against your belly slowly moving up to your breasts. He breaks your kiss a moment, watching his hand as it edges closer to the unholstered mounds on your chest. His fingers trace the underside of each one, and he grins at you as you hold your breath.
“You’re so warm,” Sy croons, as his hand cups your breast. He closes his eyes a moment as the rough pads of his fingers grazes your nipple. Your buds tighten and tingle under his touch, and you feel your core responding as your wetness starts to well. Stepping backwards, Sy pulls you along with him as he sits on the bed, and you stand between his thick legs. He lifts your shirt over your head, caringly as you would a child, so unlike the usual aggressive way he normally undresses you. Tugging at his shirt, he lifts his arms and lets you take it off, then pulls you close, resting his head against your chest, rubbing his bearded cheeks over your delicate skin, leaving little wet kisses over your breasts.
Running your hand over his head, his short hair feels as soft velvet, and you can’t get enough of its pleasurable texture. You almost can’t believe the childhood photos of Sy with his messy wavy locks and wonder what he would look like as an adult with chocolate brown curls framing his angular face.
Sy’s begins to undo your jeans, his eyes blaze as he looks at you. Your hand cups his cheek and he leans into it as he slides your pants down your thighs. He grips your hips, squeezing firmly, then moves his hands up your waist and over your ribs, his eyes roll, and a low moan falls from his lips. Then he stands as his touch roams your back and down to your ass. “Your skin feels so smooth, Sugar,” he says hoarsely. “It feels so fucking soft, so fucking good.”
You feel like you’re melting as the tip of Sy’s tongue flicks over your ear. You put your arms around his neck and press your chest against his, his woolly curls tickle at your sensitive nipples. If your skin is warm, then his is scorching, blistering hot, and you crave more of his heat. You pull on Sy’s neck and you stand on your toes until your lips meet his. You kiss him briefly, a modest brush of your lips, then your kisses trail over his jaw and down his neck. You start lightly, barely grazing his skin, then build to the harder kisses you know he likes, your wet tongue massaging deep into him, sucking, and nibbling him with your teeth. He tastes so fresh and clean and smells so good, his faintly spiced soap makes your mouth water, increasing your desire. He growls and holds you tight, rutting lazily against you.
“Sy,” you purr his name as your tongue tickles behind his ear.
“Fuck,” Sy groans. His hands move to your neck, bringing your face to his. For a moment his kiss is rough, his tongue dominating yours, as if for a moment he lost control. Then he softens and slows, but none of his passion seems to wane. “What do you want, baby? Tell me and it’s yours.”
Letting your actions speak for themselves, you take hold of his belt, pulling on the strap and releasing the buckle. Sy looks down with a curse, watching as you drop his jeans to the floor. His hands tighten against your neck, his biceps curl into a ball as you slide your hands down the side of his clenched stomach. Your fingers dip into his boxers and push them down until they fall to the floor. You remove his hands from your neck, a little surprised that he lets you, and kissing his wrists, you guide them to your panties.
“Take them off, Sy,” you whisper. “Then take me to bed.”
Sy’s mouth crushes yours as he hooks his fingers into your pants, pushing them down with an eagerness that thrills you. His hands cup your ass then they slide around your inner thigh as he splits your legs and lifts you. You wrap your legs and arms around him, his rock-hard cock is poking against your ass as he takes the few steps to the bed and lays your head on the pillows.
The two of you become a tangled mess as your hands explore one another. You kiss and lick at Sy’s neck and shoulders, your hands clinging to his arms, feeling his granite hard muscles as they flex beneath his skin. You can feel his raw strength, his hardness, his power and your arousal is unmistakeable, your need desperate. Sy’s fingers dig into your thighs, pressing deep into your plush flesh as you tighten your grip around his waist. Your core aches so badly, you want him so much, you want him to fill you, make you feel complete.
But Sy has other ideas. He kisses down your body, his hands hold your hips as his beard tickles your belly making you squirm. You watch his descent, his deliberately teasing trail down to your pussy. He moves to your thigh, continuing his slow, sensual path. He sucks on your skin drawing you deep into his mouth and your legs start to tremble under his attention.
“Baby, your pussy is so perfect,” Sy drawls, his voice is low and gravelly, its lustful tone makes you bite your lip. You can feel his warm breath on your wet centre, the anticipation makes you clench. “So pretty, always wet,” you see his nostrils flare and his lip curls into a snarl. “Fuck, you smell so sweet. You make my cock so fuckin’ hard.” You feel heat rising to your cheeks, as Sy looks up at you. You’re frozen as you watch him lower his mouth to you. You feel his beard first, his whiskers prickling at your sensitive skin, then his lips, soft and soothing as he sucks on your puffy flesh.
With each kiss, each lick, each suck, Sy drives you to your peak. Its not just what he’s doing to you that gets you there, its his reactions too. He moans as he tastes you, growls when your hips buck against him, and when he sucks on your clit, you see him grin as you whimper and call his name. Your orgasm seems to build for ages, you’re on the precipice so long, you worry it will never come. When you finally fall apart your body undulates and your skin feels electrified, every touch intensified tenfold. You shiver as you recover, the heat you felt is momentarily lost until Sy’s warmth cloaks you and you feel his knuckles caressing your cheek.
“Sy,” you mumble. “Fuck, that was…”
“Hush, baby,” Sy quiets you. “Take your time.”
“But I want you now,” you whine, slipping your arms under his and gripping his shoulders. You mewl with need, you feel so empty, and despite having one of the most intense orgasms of your life, nothing compared to Sy filling you. “Please, Sy.”
“Ok, sugar. I’ve got you,” Sy says, soothingly.
You feel him reach between your legs, then the hard but silky feel of his cock presses against your entrance. Plunging his fingers into your hair Sy pulls gently, elongating your neck and pressing his mouth to yours. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, his beard is wet with your arousal. You suck on his lip and as he pushes himself inside you, your teeth sink into his flesh and your nails dig into his back.
Sy growls both from pleasure and pain as he works his thick cock deep within you, stretching you, forcing your tight walls to yield. You breathe a sigh of relief when your bodies meet, finally you feel full and whole. With slow, deliberate movements, Sy begins to move, his withdrawal long and agonisingly teasing, his thrusts rapid and bruising.
“I love being inside of you, sugar,” Sy groans and nuzzles his face into your neck. “Your pussy holds me so tight.”
Your hands are everywhere, wanting to feel his body move. You grip his arm, groping his contracted triceps as he holds his weight off you, and you rub your cheek against his forearm leaving a small kiss on his increasingly humid skin.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” Sy orders huskily. You do as he says, and he slides his arms under your back, cradling your head. You’re lifted as Sy moves to his knees and you’re suddenly on his lap. He keeps hold of your head, pressing his forehead and nose against yours, he looks into your eyes as he begins to pump up into you.
You feel him as you’re held by his gaze, his eyes tell you a story as he clutches your body close to his. His love, his passion, his need, seems to seep into your bones as your bodies slick with sweat find the rhythm that takes you both to your peaks.
He whispers words of encouragement. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Can you feel me deep inside? I’ll never get enough of you, sugar.” And when you start to cum, your core milks at his cock, you cry his name as oblivion takes you and his tenuous control seems to snap.
Laying you back on the mattress his face twists as his chases his high. Curses tumble from his lips as he drives into you, and he tucks his arm under your knee opening you wider. His mouth crushes yours, his tongue demands entry, massaging yours, you can barely breathe, but you don’t care. His guttural groan foreshadows his release, and you watch mesmerised as his orgasm rips through him, his eyes close, his whole body tightens, his brows furrow and then he relaxes, panting, gulping in air, and falls to the mattress beside you.
You both reach for the other, arms and legs entwined in your tight embrace, bodies so close you don’t know where he ends, and you begin. You’ve never felt so close to him, never felt like your souls had been so exposed before, never felt so honest. You love him.
As you gaze into each other’s eyes, you open your mouth to say something, to tell him how you feel, but you just don’t have the words. Sy’s lips twitches into a small smile and placing a finger under your chin, he closes your mouth before giving you a tender kiss.
“I know, baby,” he whispers. “I know. I love you too.”
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I would very much like to read about Five cooking a hamburger
Don't worry anons, I hear ya <3
Luther is later than he meant to be. Honestly, he’d meant to be home hours ago.
Allison’s flight back to California had been bright and early, practically before the sun rose, and Luther had volunteered to be her ride to the airport. It was supposed to be a there-and-then back trip, really, but he’d gotten sidetracked driving back through downtown. In that he’d never really explored the downtown – of his own city – outside of missions for Dad. He had nothing else planned for the day, so he’d shrugged, found a parking space, and just wandered. Enjoyed a coffee from a local shop. Enjoyed a second from another one a few blocks down. Meandered through an art gallery. Found a weird little knick-knack shop that he’d picked a few things up from, thinking of Klaus. Enjoyed some ice cream in a little park.
He wasted the entire day like that and it was fantastic.
It’s dinnertime, now, though, and Mom’s on her first vacation ever with Diego, so he figures he should be home to help figure that out for whoever is there.
Luther softly shuts the door behind him, takes in the quiet entryway. Sets his little bag of things for Klaus on the side table. Maybe he didn’t need to rush home – seems no one is here anyway. Still, he wanders towards the kitchen, figuring anyone here and hungry will be there.
As he nears, his nose catches the faint smell of meat cooking. He picks up the pace and enters, expecting Klaus.
It’s Five. Luther blinks. “Hey, Five.”
Five turns to scowl at him, which Luther blinks at again.
He’s not sure what that’s about.
“What’re you making?” he asks, pushing past Five’s apparent mood as best he can. “I thought we’d order take-out tonight, what with Mom not here.”
“Oh, you figured,” Five bites. “Right, that should have been my assumption, too, with no one else here all day.”
Shit.
Luther hadn’t let Five know he was going for the day – hadn’t planned on being gone for the day – and he’d sort of assumed someone else would have swung by at some point. He hadn’t even had a chance to remind Five they were heading out early this morning; Five had been sleeping, and that’s so rare for him that Luther hadn’t had the heart to wake him.
“I’m sorry, Five. I got distracted downtown, I should have let you know where I was at.”
“It’s fine. You don’t owe me an explanation or anything. We’re all adults here, we can do what we want.” Five spins back to the stove to aggressively poke at whatever he’s got there with a spatula.
It is obviously not fine.
They’ve been back for a couple months, now, figuring out this new normal together. They’re all still figuring out Five, this damaged, prickly person he is now, but Luther already knows one thing from their weeks of quietly orbiting one another.
Five does not like to be alone.
He won’t admit it, but he spirals pretty quickly. Luther isn’t sure if it’s an apocalypse thing or a leftover paranoia for their safety after everything. It’s probably both.
He studies Five’s back, trying to gauge how badly he’s fucked up. Five looks deceptively comfortable. He’s in a long-sleeved t-shirt that doesn’t quite fit him, which means he probably stole it from Viktor, and a pair of athletic shorts, with only socks on his feet. His hair is lightly tussled and hangs over his forehead, not combed into his usual order.
He looks like the regular thirteen-year-old that he isn’t.
Luther isn’t sure how to make this right. Five’s shoulders are still taut. Luther steps further into the room. “What are you making?” he asks again.
Five glances at him and then back to his pan. “…some meat.” Before Luther can respond, Five glances at him again and adds, “I can make some for you, too.”
Luther isn’t sure what emotion is bubbling up in his chest, but there is definitely one there. “Sure, Five. Thanks.” Five just nods and then steps over to the fridge to grab another of whatever he’s cooking now. Without him in the way, Luther can see what he found for dinner. He almost laughs.
A lone burger patty lays very slowly sizzling in the middle of the pan. Five needs to turn the heat up on that if he wants it to cook in any reasonable time.
Luther swallows, working to choose his words as Five blinks back to the stove to nudge his lone burger to the side so he can add a second for Luther. “Alright, hamburgers are a good choice. What should we have with them?”
Five takes a second to squint at the circular meat patties in front of him – Luther can only just hear his mumbled “Oh, those are hamburgers,” to himself – before he refocuses on the question. “Umm.” His brow furrows as he thinks about that.
Something else bubbles in Luther’s chest. Five was definitely going to only eat a lone, unseasoned burger patty for his dinner. Five blinks over to the cupboard to open it and stare blankly at it. “There are beans?” he offers.
Luther knows there is a lot more than beans in there. “It’s just us, tonight, let’s live a little,” he says. He goes to rummage through the fridge and then the freezer. There are some frozen fries in there, tucked in the corner. They seem like a Klaus purchase, not something Mom would keep on hand. Luther pulls them out to show Five, eyebrow quirked up for his approval. Five shrugs and Luther takes it as agreement. Five jumps back to the stove to poke at the patties some more while Luther finds a pan to empty the bag on and reaches around him to get the oven heating up.
“You should turn the burner up, they’ll cook faster,” he offers as he steps back.
Five ducks to look at the tiny flame under his pan. “If you fire is too hot, you risk burning your outside while the inside is still cold,” he counters.
“Sure, but I think you’ll be ok with a little more. Is your pan even hot?”
Five frowns at him but does nudge the dial up an infinitesimal amount. Luther lets him do his thing. They have time before the fries will be ready anyway.
They sit in the quiet together. Five moves to lean on the table, picks up a beer there that Luther had missed coming in.
Yeah, he fucked up leaving Five all day. At least he hadn’t gone for the hard liquor. Small mercies.
Luther reaches a hand out for the bottle, and Five narrows his eyes in suspicion at him. “I just want a sip,” he says. It’s not going to be a small sip, but if he can get Five done with that bottle maybe he can switch him over to juice or something for the meal.
Five passes it over, as Luther knew he would, and he takes the largest gulp he thinks he can get away with before handing it back. Five tucks away his surprise at Luther actually returning his drink.
The quiet continues. The oven finishes preheating and Luther shoves the fries in, tells Five to let him know when it’s been fifteen minutes. Five pokes the burgers some more. His heat is so low it still isn’t time to flip them.
“How was downtown?” Five asks eventually, breaking the silence.
Luther nods to himself. “It was good. Found some cool little shops. There was this one with figurines I thought Klaus would like. Weird little animals.”
Five considers that, his gaze going distant. “Near a little park shoved on a corner and shaped like a triangle?” he asks.
“Yeah?”
Five pulls himself back to the present. “Yeah, Klaus would like those.”
“You’ve been there?”
Five shakes his head and then pauses, his head tilting as he considers his answer. “Well. Not now.”
Ah.
“I found some, in the rubble,” he continues. “They’re like…” His hands move vaguely in the shape of the creature, trying to conjure up the word he doesn’t have. “Animals,” he has to repeat, obviously disappointed in himself for not having a better descriptor. “With crazy patterns, right?”
Luther nods. “Yeah, that’s them. Good to know they’re durable, I guess. Good for Klaus,” he says without thinking, panicking as soon as the words leave his mouth. He glances to Five, checking how his glib remark landed.
Five just snorts. “Yeah, they’re durable, alright.” He escapes back to the stove, finally flipping the burgers. They’re just barely brown.
Luther bites his tongue to not tell Five to turn the burner up again.
Five glances at Luther and then away, then back again. Luther waits him out. “How… how do you know when they’re done?”
“The burgers?”
He nods. Sighs. Admits, “I’ve never cooked meat before.”
“Never?” Luther asks, taken aback. In fifty-eight years, Five has never cooked meat? Luther isn’t a chef by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s done some very basic cooking. Mom showed him when he was bored and the only one left.
Five somehow tucks into himself without actually moving. “Where would I have gotten meat, Luther.”
“No, no. I guess that makes sense. I’d just never thought about it. What did you do for protein?”
“Canned meat, precooked. And cockroaches.” His eyes dart to Luther and then away again.
“Yeah, sure,” Luther says, still processing that. “Um. It’s easy. I’m sure Mom has a thermometer around here, there’s a specific temperature you need the inside to get to. With burgers it’s simple, though. They don’t even have to be cooked all the way through.”
Five turns to frown at him, incredulous. “What do you mean they don’t have to be cooked all the way? Isn’t that how you get sick?”
Luther huffs a small laugh. “If the meat is good then you’re fine. Some people like their beef almost raw. Still mooing.”
This information is obviously not sitting well with Five. He shifts his squint to the meat in front of him, sits for a moment trying to find words. “That’s just asking for food poisoning, though,” he eventually splutters. “How do you just know the meat is good to begin with? Just trust?”
Luther laughs again. “We can cook them all the way.” He uses Five’s moment of distraction to subtly reach in and turn the burner up. The fries should be done, soon.
“What did you do with your day?” he asks to keep Five talking.
Five shifts. “This and that.”
Nothing, then. Luther isn’t sure what they’re supposed to do about that. It feels weird to suggest hobbies to Five. “That’s good,” he says anyway.
Back to quiet. Five finishes his beer. Luther pitches it and pours them both a glass of lemonade, which Five rolls his eyes at but accepts without grumbling.
“Fifteen minutes,” Five says out of nowhere.
“What?”
“You said to let you know when it had been fifteen minutes. It’s been fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and eight seconds now. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.”
Luther snorts but gently pushes Five out of the way so he can pull the fries out. They could be browner but they’re hot, at least. Good enough. And, thanks to Luther’s subterfuge, the burgers should be done, too. He steps to the fridge to pull out buns and condiments.
Five watches him.
Plates set and ready, Luther holds them out for Five to deposit the patties. Five gives them one last poke. “Are you sure they’re done?” he asks.
They’re practically black, at this point (Luther may have upped the burner a little too much). They’re past well done and are solidly in over done territory. “I’m sure, Five.”
Plates back on the table, Luther and Five stand next to each other. Five doesn’t move. “You can pick whatever you want to put on top,” Luther tells him, grabbing the ketchup and then mustard.
“I have had hamburgers before,” Five scoffs. He still copies what Luther puts on his.
They end up sitting across from one another at the table, burgers piled high with sauces and lettuce and tomato. The burger is a hockey puck, but Luther eats it like it’s the best hamburger he’s had in his life. Five actually eats most of his, too.
It’s much better than takeout.
#this brought to you by: I was cooking a burger one time#always tickled how you guys support me so#snippet#ficblogging#tua#number five#luther hargreeves#five hargreeves#umbrella academy
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Keep Quiet - Lando Norris
Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+
Request: “18. “you need to keep quiet baby” 20. “you look so good with my hand around your neck” Lando's best friend max is over few months at our place and lando went with you on a date to celebrate the 1 anniversary. When he came back home he heard max is live on twitch and you both has sex and max heard you moans and was very embarrassing and end his stream!” -Anon.
I changed it from the request slightly but hope you still like it.
A/N: Let me know if you want me to write a part 2 of this I have ideas.
You and Lando had been dating for a year and decided you’d celebrate your anniversary by going out to a fancy restaurant. Since it was a special occasion you decided to get properly dressed up. You decided to wear a satin red dress which had a high slit up the left leg, the dress however was tight around your curves meaning that wearing underwear wouldn’t be an option. You matched your dress with a red lipstick and light makeup and curled your hair.
Once you finished getting ready you made your way downstairs to find Lando waiting there. He was dressed in a white button up and black suit trousers. Lando rarely got dressed up, so everytime he did you were mesmerised and also at least a little turned on. Lando looked up from his phone as he heard you making your way down the stairs and his breathe caught in his throat when he saw how amazing you looked. “Wow” was all he could get out and he made his way over you and pulling you close to him when he reached you. A blush creeped up on your cheeks. “Don’t look too bad yourself Norris.” You told him as your hand came up to cup his face feeling his light stubble under your palm, yet another turn on for you. At this rate you wanted the night to be over, so you could act on your desire, before it had even started.
Lando’s phone went off alerting you both that your taxi was outside waiting for you. Lando grabbed your hand and led you outside letting you get into the taxi first before slipping in beside you. The taxi ride was quick and you were at the restaurant before you knew it. You’d been given a small cosy booth meaning that you and Lando could sit next to each other on the rounded bench as appose to opposite each other.
The whole evening was absolutely lovely, you and Lando both reminiscing on the past year together whilst enjoying amazing food and cocktails. You hadn’t even realised how long you’d been in the restaurant until the waiter came over to tell you both that the kitchen was about to close and if you wanted a dessert you’d need to order it now. You decided that you’d share a slice of chocolate cake and ice cream not wanting to leave quite yet. The waiter brought over your dessert and left you both to enjoy it. Throughout the evening you and Lando had managed to get closer and closer on your shared bench without realising it. You only noticed how close you both were when you crossed your left leg over your right and realised you were practically on top of your boyfriend. He brought his hand down to caress your now exposed thigh running his fingertips up and down before coming to an abrupt stop as his fingers were slightly under the fabric of your dress near your hip. You’d completely forgotten about the fact you weren’t wearing any underwear until now and it was clear from Landos face he’d realised too. His eyes suddenly darkened filling with lust. He needed to have you. He quickly glanced at the waiter signalling that you were both ready for the bill and the waiter brought it over quickly. Lando pulled out his wallet paying in cash and leaving a very generous tip as he just wanted to be able to leave.
Once you both made your way outside he quickly pulled out his phone ordering an uber to take you home. “I hope you know you’re getting punished when we get home. You sat the whole way through dinner completely bare without my knowledge. Do you really think that’s acceptable?” All you could do was giggle and fake an innocence in response much to his annoyance. However the uber pulled up before he could say anything more on the matter. Once again the journey was quick and you thanked god Lando didn’t decide to book a restaurant in London as he’d originally planned.
The sexual tension was building the entirety of the taxi ride with both yours and Lando’s hands slyly exploring the others body as much as possible without alerting the taxi driver. When you arrived home all you both wanted was to devour each other as soon as you got through the door. However Lando’s best friend Max was currently staying with you both so you knew you’d have to make it to your room before you could do anything. You made your way to your shared bedroom making sure you weren’t too loud as you didn’t want to wake Max.
As soon as you got to your room Lando had you pinned up against the wall and joint together in a rough make out session. Him making quick work of removing your dress and you his shirt and trousers. After he’d removed your dress he took a step back admiring the sight of your naked body in front of him before dragging you over to the bed. He lay down and pulled you on top of him straddling his hips. Neither of you in the mood for any foreplay. Both just wanting to be connected to each other in the most intimate way possible. You reached down aligning his member with your entrance before he roughly thrusted up into you. A loud moan escaped your lips as he did so. His eyes went wide knowing that you both needed to keep quiet not wanting Max to hear you both. “You need to keep quiet baby, wouldn’t want Max hearing” Lando told you as he stilled his movements momentarily. You pouted in response wanting to be able to bask in the pleasure in full. “He’s your friend, so you better think of a way to keep me quiet” you said in response. Getting annoyed with the lack of movement from Lando you started riding him, placing your hands on his chest and bouncing up and down at a fast pace. Moans and expletives along with Lando’s name were continuously slipping from your mouth. Lando had to act fast to get you to keep the noise down flipping you both over so that he was now on top. He brought one of his hands up to your neck before squeezing gently. Your eyes rolled back as he did so and your breath caught in your throat. In the year since you and Lando had been dating choking was never something you’d done and at this moment you were both wondering why. “You look so good with my hand around your neck, and it’s got you to shut up.” He said as he continued to thrust in and out of you knowing he could go as hard and fast as he desired in your new position since you were unable to make a sound. He was fully filling you with every thrust causing you to feel so much pleasure. It didn’t take either of you much longer to reach your high. However Lando removed his hand from your throat too early and you were once again screaming his name this time even louder. Lando being to caught up in his own state of bliss was unable to do anything to stop you his moans almost matching yours for volume. Your walls clenched around Lando as you felt his cum filling you and you came around him, both looking into each other’s eyes. “I think we might have woken Max” You told him with a giggle. He rolled of you with a grin on his face not able to be annoyed after the amount of pleasure he’d just received.
Little did either of you know Max wasn’t actually down the hall sleeping but in the room next to yours live on Twitch. At first when chat was asking about noises he thought they were playing a prank on him since they knew he was in the house alone and he couldn’t hear any noises through his headphones. However a short while later he heard noises that couldn’t be mistaken, it was your voice screaming Lando’s name so loud and in a tone that even chat knew exactly what was going on. A blush quickly rose to Max’s cheeks realising that his best friend was in the next room over having sex and he just made that public knowledge to the world live on Twitch. He quickly shut off his livestream without even saying ‘goodbye’ to his viewers. He leant back in his chair running his hand through his hair “Fuck” he mumbled to himself as he realised what just happened.
#lando norris#lando norris imagine#lando norris smut#f1 smut#f1 imagine#formula 1 smut#formula 1 imagine
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