#THIS IS TWICE NOW YOUR ART HAS BLOWN ME AWAY

[joffyworld]

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Cult of the Lamb - Head Trauma

Been influenced quite a bit with how comics here on tumblr are formatted, so I've been experimenting lately with how I possibly want to upload sketches and stuff in the future--these little comics were mostly experiments on how high or low effort I would like to go.

In other news, I've finished this game twice now. I'm officially a follower and I've got ideas spinning in my head. This bodes poorly for me.

[kooktrash]

his special secret | kim taehyung

summary: you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

➢ genre/au: college art professor!tae x art student!y/n [she/her… afab] [age gap 9 years]

➢ 12.5k words

warnings: smüt. secret relationship. tae is 30, y/n is 21. car sëx. oral [f&m]. make out. groping. tae is divorced. both got cheated on in past. jealous tae. dirty talk. makeout in art closet. y/n is confident but going thru it. professor x student. no protection. y/n is on top.

[REUPLOAD] HIS SPECIAL SECRET 2

You know when you're really mad to the point that you wanna cry? Not because you're sad but because you're so mad and you can't even act on that anger, especially not right now, you couldn't even show that you're upset because you're in class. Obviously it started off with your stupid ass ex-boyfriend's tenth apology text where it was mostly just him trying to gaslight you. Then it was because of missing the bus to campus which made you have to get a taxi and spend way more money than necessary, but get this, you spent like 20$ so you wouldn't miss your first class and yet it was canceled. Canceled! After spending that money to make it for that specific lecture you walk over to the room only to find a big fat 'canceled' sign on the door. Plus,  you had enough time to catch the next bus if the professor only posted or emailed everyone saying it was cancelled, hell you could’ve even slept longer.

Your phone is still being blown up and you just can’t focus on your painting today. You can’t mix the right shade and it is beginning to drive you crazy. Your palette is getting too full and your water is so dirty that it isn’t even cleaning the brush anymore. You had already been trying to keep your cool this entire time but now you can’t take it anymore. You were so upset with the trillion texts you were being sent and with your painting not going the way you wanted it too, oh and missing the bus and class being canceled, you were very clearly overstimulated and overwhelmed. You felt like there is nothing you can do but just give up for the day.

You stood abruptly taking your brushes and palette to the sink in the back of the room. You dried and packed them all up not caring to say anything to anyone else as you picked up your bags and canvas. You put your things away and left, not turning back to professor who looked up from helping another person to watch you leave so suddenly. You finally got your phone out and dialed one of your friend's number hearing it ring twice before they picked.

"What do you want? I'm trying to take a nude here?"

"Can you pick me up? I'm done with classes," you asked him. You weren't even that far from the classroom but you were done. You had been working on the same part for over twenty minutes and it was not getting any better so you just had to go.

"You're lucky I was gonna go get Bora too, I'll be there in fifteen," Jungkook said finishing up his last shirtless picture before going for you two.

"Will that be all for today?" A voice spoke up behind you as your call came to an end. You jumped looking back and following the voice's direction and froze at the sight of your professor.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just—I can't focus today," you sighed rambling out a shitty excuse. He huffed crossing his arms over his chest. You swear your professor came from a world where only the most attractive people are born. It wasn't even you being dramatic, it's just the facts. He had dark hair always styled neatly, his face was angular yet soft and his dark brows made his expressions more attractive. His voice was always so low that it was quite literally mouth watering and he loved wearing long sleeve button ups where he could just roll his sleeves up if he got too hot. You looked at his face, snapping yourself out of your thoughts at his expression.

He looked annoyed, but he kept himself neutral as he spoke, "The exhibition is next month. You only have a few weeks to finish the piece before the submission deadline. Don't you think you should try to focus on your painting?"

"I did try Professor Kim, I've just been—there's just a lot going on and—" you stopped suddenly staring at his left hand, a silver band no longer there. You stuttered a little to start again, "I apologize."

"Mhm," he muttered looking away from you to the others inside the art studio focused on their work, "Just go on, make sure the next time you step into the studio you're more focused."

Dick. "Of course sir," you said turning your back to leave finally. You got to the campus entrance just in time meeting Bora along the way and the two of you got into Jungkook's car. He was shirtless as he drove.

"What's up with you?" You asked buckling yourself in as you got in the passenger's seat. He was on his phone looking up at you through sunglasses that made you laugh, "You look like such a douche."

"Shut up I told you I was taking nudes," he said as he drove away, "Plus I'm hungover and the sun's way too bright but I wanna know what took you two so damn long."

"Oh my god I left my laptop in the journalism room so I had to go all the way to get it and you know I hate walking too much," Bora said from the back seat. You sighed, "Mr. Kim caught me outside and he kind of lectured me but it's whatever. You won't believe what I noticed today—"

"What?" The two said in harmony ready for any sort of gossip. You looked genuinely surprised, "He doesn't have a wedding ring anymore." They leaned back in disappointment.

"Yeah we know," Bora said sarcastically, "Everyone's been talking about it since last semester. The word is he must've gotten divorced over the summer."

"Wait so it's almost been a year? How did I not know? He's so young," you said with furrowed brows trying to understand what you were being told. Jungkook sighed dramatically, "Because you had a boyfriend and you're not into older men."

"He's like 30, that's not old, first of all," Bora cut in, "And Y/n has daddy or mommy issues, so she's probably into older men."

"How did this get turned on me?" You asked looking between the two before settling your eyes on Bora, "He really got divorced? I thought he'd been with her since he was 20."

“Yeah, apparently word on campus is that he caught her with her coworker," Bora told you, "Minho from the Tech department heard it in the staff room. Apparently he was asked to help with some computer problem and two teachers were talking about it. He told his girlfriend and she's told basically everyone."

"Why do so many care?" Jungkook asked pulling up to your apartment. Bora gasped, "Why? Because he is literally the world's most attractive man? He's like a God. I promise you everyone has a crush on him and that's why so many of the beginner art class was filled. Everyone wanted to have him as a teacher even if they weren't art majors."

"Is that why you signed up for an art theory class this semester?" You asked turning to her. She nodded with a pout, "Yeah but it was already filled. You're so lucky he's head of the department and you're in your third year. You get to work with him more since his focus is on proficient students.”

"He's super strict though," you told her with a defeated sigh, "But I guess he's honest. You have to be ready to face critique and he's helpful. He just makes you feel like shit when you're not focused."

"I bet he's an ass because he's probably not getting laid," Jungkook laughed, "Divorce does that to people. Turns them bitter."

"Are you kidding? Look at him, women must be all over him, hell half of us on campus would gladly have him," Bora swooned. You looked down at your phone, yet another text message from your shitty ex-boyfriend.

"Y/n you should sleep with him," Bora joked, "Since you're both newly single and you'll be a good shoulder for him to cry on."

"Thanks but I like guys my own age and I’m pretty sure being his student already complicates things enough," you said absentmindedly before reading over the newest text. It's been at least two weeks and he still hasn't quit trying to gaslight you. It was ridiculous and so damn tiring. Your professor was right, you had to focus on art and this was only a distraction. You'll have to stay over time tomorrow because he hasn't left you alone today.

namjoon: I srsly don't get y you're still ignoring me

namjoon: you kno I'd never do something to hurt u

        One of the best parts about being an art student who has finished their prerequisites is that now you can really just focus on your work. So you'd basically go to one or two art classes and then you would go and work on your art. Bora was right when she said he was your mentor and it was in fact pretty exclusive.

You sold a painting last year in the Spring Art Exhibit for the university and Professor Kim became a lot more helpful. Despite his young age he had great connections in the art world from financers to auctioneers and museums. He helped proficient students participate in more exhibits and some art auctions where they could be noticed for their work and now you're one of them. Obviously he could be strict but it's because he saw potential in you and you definitely did not want to disappoint him. That's why you've spent majority of your day here well into the evening. You did have to work later but it would be open for at least another hour and that's enough time to adjust some color blocking. The sunset was long gone and you’ve barely been twenty minutes into your groove when someone else entered the studio.

You lowered the music coming from your speaker immediately at the sight of your teacher. He looked at you for a moment before continuing his walk to his desk. You tried going back to your work but now all you could think about is how dumb you were for not noticing he was divorced even if it didn’t matter to you at all. He was fishing some black portfolio out of a drawer as he spoke, "A custodian should be by soon to mop the floors and lock the room. You'll probably want to leave soon."

"Yes, I’ll start cleaning up now," you sighed as you looked at the very little work you got done. You could obviously try and work on it at home but that was too distracting. Your apartment was small and filled with distractions and there wasn't enough room for your things. It was a three canvas piece and with the easel and all your paints, brushes, palettes, and sketches spread out on the floor there's no room. At least here you had places to lock it up in. It got awkward again as you cleaned up your space and he did something at his desk. So, awkwardly, you tried to fill the silence, "Any plans this weekend, sir?"

"Nothing too interesting," he said seriously as he shuffled through some documents to find something, "Probably nothing like what all of you get up to on the weekend."

You assumed he was talking about college students. You went to one of those Universities that was extremely popular for producing majority of the well-paid lawyers, athletes, engineers, actors, musicians and artists. The student succession rate was high and yet every weekend every college student was out there getting completely shitfaced because of stress. You shrugged, "Well mine’s not interesting either, I have to work all weekend."

You doubt he cares at all but you said it anyway. Mr. Kim left shortly after with a quick goodbye and you rushed to catch the bus.

        Taehyung's weekend didn't completely start till Saturday night. His Friday night was filled with directing a new upcoming event happening. The exhibit is in a month and Taehyung's been stuck calling buyers and businesses for confirmation in their attendances. It was really a large charity event where large corporations get publicity and popularity from but a lot of the students who have managed to put their name out there are pretty well known in the art world. Many have gone on to create their exhibitions and events for their art and have had large commissions. The school did a really good job at providing their students with advantages in their careers and Taehyung was pretty proud to be helping his art major students. Of course it was stressing but it was an honor at his age. Obviously it helped that his parents were well known art curators and have worked with foreign and home artists for years. The only thing that was hard is how much work it really was and with the shitty year he's had he needs a break.

"It's been a year Taehyung, nobody's telling you to find another wife," his best friend Jimin said as him and his two friends sat at the counter of some lounge bar. "We're just saying you should at least have post-divorce sex with some random chick and let off some steam. It's a Saturday night, I say we hit up some night club after this."

"No thanks, I'm not in the mood to be shoved around by drunk college kids," Yoongi cut in as he read over the drink menu as the bartender showed up. He gave his drink order first putting the attention on Taehying and Jimin making him look up. His mouth opened slightly in surprise at the sight before him.

You managed to hide your surprise at actually seeing your teacher outside of campus but you were working and he was with friends. He was the one to stumble over his words when he gave you his drink order. Jimin smirked evilly when you turned to make the drinks at the way Taehyung was acting. You wore a black skirt and fitted black top with your hair and make up done.

"Well well well," Jimin whispered to the other two, "I guess I don't need to force you on blind dates. You can chat up the bartender."

"It was pretty awkward hearing you try and talk to her," Yoongi added in making Taehyung shake his head in disagreement. Still, he continued, "No, I—she’s my—she’s too young.”

"Taehyung, look at your gorgeous face, I doubt it matters, plus you’re a college professor! You’ve got a PhD, you’re well off, you’re artistic! It's no wonder everyone throws themselves at you, so go at it," Jimin said making Taehyung laugh, "Do you have a crush on me Chimmy?"

"Of course, I'm one of those college girls of yours who join your lectures just to for you to notice them," Jimin joked shaking his head, "And yet Jihyun is the one who cheated and not you."

"Way to bring that up," Yoongi hit him letting them conversation drop as you came back with the drinks taking their money, Taehyung looked after you. Did you work every weekend? He didn't expect you to be the type to work here. He doesn't usually pay attention to his students aside from during his teachings but you were obviously a different story along with all of his advanced students. He was your mentor and you spent a lot of time in the art studio. You mostly kept to yourself and did your work. He usually saw you stressed out but the other day was the first time in two years that you just walked out of his class. It was hard juggling the art piece from the Spring Art Exhibit and the final for their realism class but that's life and you leaving was so out of character to him.

It was still weird to see you give up that day. He obviously didn't know how you acted outside of the art department but he really was surprised especially considering the way you were dressed. He also didn't know you were the type to be friends with muscular men covered in tattoos and piercings.

"Holy shit that really is your professor," Jungkook whispered to you as he wiped the inside of some shot glasses. You and him stood at the other end of the bar gossiping. Jungkook smirked, "This is a sign, you should sleep with him."

"Do you ever think about something other than sex?" "Not really."

“Alright well focus on your own sex life and not mine. I just dumped Namjoon like three weeks ago," you complained, "Plus I'm pretty sure there's a rule against student and staff relations."

"Alright but you're 21 and he's like 30 so legally..." Jungkook trailed off giving you enough time to cut in. You sighed, "Just stop."

After some time you did circle back to the group of men and took more drink orders. While you were there one of them excused themselves to the restroom and the other got a call. In the end, Taehyung was the only one left. You found yourself stalling as you wiped your side of the lowered counter in front of him.

"I'm off," Jungkook came by patting your shoulder, "Want me to wait for you?" You shook your head at him, "No, I have to close remember?"

"Alright well call me if you change your mind," then he reached out and flicked your forehead, "See ya, Ugly."

You rolled your eyes swatting his hand away as your cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He's such an asshole. Taehyung didn't say anything for a second and then said, "So this is where you go after the studio?"

"On the weekends yeah," you said biting your lip nervously, "Also sorry if I seemed disrespectful but you're out with your friends and I didn't want to interrupt."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not offended I was just surprised. You're the first student I've seen outside of school-related events," he confessed with a small smile. From what he saw of you with that guy you definitely seemed outgoing. You seemed playful and maybe a little sarcastic but when he sees you in the studio you’re serious. When you talk to him it seems like you're always on edge and he still wanted to know what made you walk out the other day. Sensing another wave of awkwardness coming between you two you took a glass in your hand, "How about a drink? On the house."

"That's alright, I can pay—" "Sir, it's just one drink it'll be fine," you waved him off already mixing it before handing it to him, "You seem stressed."

Your fingertips touched his on accident as he took the drink. Your eyes locked once more before you were backing away to help some people on the other end. Taehyung has never looked at any of his students sexually but obviously he'd never been blind to the attractive ones. He'd been married for five years and he was loyal unlike his ex wife. Plus, he knew the position he was in and what it'd do to his career if he ever got involved with a student so the thought never came to mind. Right now though, he's having a hard time seeing you as a student and not just someone from the bar. Thankfully, his friends returned to him just as you caught him staring again.

Bora would be losing her shit over your small interaction with your professor. He was so unbelievably attractive and to see him in a setting like this made you want to do very bad things with him. Maybe their jokes about using your Professor for rebound sex was getting to your head. Obviously your friends never meant anything serious by that but wow did that seem do-able right now, especially considering the fact that he keeps staring at you.

"Come on Taehyung, let's go clubbing, I haven't gone in a while," Jimin begged him turning to Yoongi, "You too, let's go."

"Nah man, I'm not cut out for that anymore. I’m older than the two of you," Yoongi reminded making Jimin roll his eyes. He pulled on Taehyung's arm, "Let's go get you laid."

"Shut up, I'm not going, why don't you go? You don't need us," Taehyung told him. Jimin huffed gathering his things, "Fine. I will."

They waved him off watching him leave until it was just the other two. Yoongi sighed, "I should probably head home before Jieun comes to get me herself. It was nice drinking with you though, call me if you need anything."

Taehyung knows that he should just head out too. His two friends just left and he's got no reason to still be at the bar but he waited for you to come back and clean up their glasses.

"Your friends left already?" You asked him wiping at the counter.

"Uh yeah, I think I need to sober up before I head out though," he cleared his throat nervously, "Can I get a water?"

"Of course," you left for a second to fill it before coming back. You set the glass down in front of him stalling a little before asking, "I don't know if this is inappropriate or anything but are you alright sir? I, uh, I actually just realized you're not wearing your ring anymore."

His breath hitched for a second. He'll be a year since his divorce in two months and you've just now noticed? Well he doesn't expect his students to notice a small detail but still felt weird to hear it. He nodded in acknowledgment to your question, "It's alright, but yes, I'm not wearing my ring anymore. I had a divorce last summer."

"Wow," you said absentmindedly, "Well I hope you're doing well. I know this isn't all that similar but I actually just recently ended a relationship too."

"Oh?" Taehyung questioned with peaked interest. The nagging part in his brain was telling him to go before he got too curious about his student's personal life, "Is everything alright with you then?"

"Yeah it's fine," you shrugged leaving for a second to help someone else. Taehyung still waited even if he knew it was his chance to return to his empty home. When you came back he rushed to question you, "So, what made the two of you end it? Was he someone you were with since high school?"

"God no, we'd only been dating a few months but he still cheated," you blurted out, the topic still annoying you, "I mean, you know, some people just aren't worth it."

"He cheated on you?" Taehyung asked looking you up and down without much thought. He might be crossing the line with the next thing he says. You nodded no longer caring about keeping this to yourself, "With one of my closest friends actually. Safe to say I don't talk to either of them anymore."

"You're beautiful."

You froze. His words were mumbled behind his hand as he looked away from you, "I mean... you seem like a great person and I don't see why anyone would ever choose someone else over you." You didn't say anything for a moment before nodding your head, "Well I could say the same for you Mr. Kim."

Ah, so even if you just found out he was divorced clearly you’ve heard the rumors. It was embarrassing that his students and others knew what happened. The conversation changed after that. He asked about your progress and you went into detail about your work. He nodded listening, "Well maybe I could offer some guidance after class."

"I'd really appreciate that, and once again I'm sorry for walking out of class the other day," you bit your lip nervously and it had Taehyung doing the same. Stop, Y/n's your student and is at least nine years younger than you, he told himself.

His breath hitched as he tried to push his thoughts away before something bad happened. The two of you talked for another hour or two, before you knew it the bar was supposed to close soon as it was past midnight. Taehyung noticed the a sense of all other customers with a sense of dread, he'd have to leave now. He actually enjoyed talking to you, he's never connected with his students but you were easy to talk to. Obviously that was already inappropriate and he should just forget all of this but it was hard. He liked having someone to listen even if it weren't his close friends. He sighed as he stood, "So, you're closing soon?"

He was setting some cash down on the counter, a good tip that you tried to refuse. You nodded, "Yeah, I've gotta do some cleaning up unfortunately."

"How do you get home? You ride the bus?" He asked playing with his keys. You pushed some hair behind your ears, "No actually I'll probably have to call a cab since it's so late."

"Nonsense, if you're up for it I can give you a lift," Taehyung offered up before he could even process what he was saying, "I mean, I don't know how comfortable I'd feel letting you get in a stranger's car this late at night when I can wait for you. Unless you think that's inappropriate." It was.

You nodded, "I mean, if you don't mind waiting..." "I don't," Taehyung rushed to say, "I'll bring my car around to the front and wait for you alright? It gives me a chance to sober up some more anyway. You've got my number right?"

You did since he was your mentor. A lot of you students who were in advanced classes had his number since you all had a group chat. Taehyung would be lying if he said he hasn't had female students in the past be a little too suggestive in his messages but he always shut it down right away. The only reason he wanted to take you home tonight is because he actually enjoyed talking with you. He hadn't spoken with a woman this much in a long time unless it was school or work related. He's shot down every one of Jimin's offers to set him up with someone and when they'd go out drinking Taehyung was never interested in hooking up with strangers.

When you got in his car he passed you his jacket to drape over your legs and you thanked him, "Thank you so much, cabs are so expensive."

"Yeah, I bet they are, just tell me when to turn, alright?" Taehyung said as he pulled onto the street heading down the direction you pointed to. Your phone sat on your lap ringing and you didn't hang up or answered. If you hung up he'd just keep calling and calling.

He looked down at your phone before shifting his eyes back on the road, hand adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, "Do you need to answer that?"

"Huh? No it's just my ex," you told him honestly staring out the window, "He's still bothering me all the time."

"Mm," he hummed in acknowledgement as you pointed at what street to turn down, "He's still trying even after sleeping with your former friend?"

"Yeah, he thinks apologizing over and over again is gonna change my mind," you said with a shrug, "But that's done with thankfully. Don't you feel that way? Happy it's over?"

He waited a moment trying to think it over. Is this conversation with you wrong? Well in reality, getting you in his car this late at night is wrong. Thinking about how your perfume filled his car with a soft floral scent. Plus you were pretty, he'd thought that the other day too when he caught you in the studio so late. Your hair had been pinned back and your smock was covered in paint along with your hands. He had found himself stalling his mission that night before rushing home once he realized it.

"Um, I am happy it's over but it was also a ten year relationship that she threw away for one night," Taehyung said to you, "I'm happy it's over but it still upsets me. Sorry, maybe we shouldn't be talking about this?"

"Of course I'm so sorry Mr. Kim," you said turning away from him, "Um it's just up the street. The building with a gate."

He nodded driving forward. He was about to know where one of his student's lives. But why didn't he want to drop you off now? When he pulled up to the side of the building still a little hidden under the night sky he turned to you. Should he walk you up to make sure you get u wide safely or would that be taking it too far?

Maybe you were crazy or maybe your friends really got to your head because you did not want to leave. Obviously before you thought he was just your hot, married professor but now? After spending over an hour just talking to him and then him dropping you off home was messing with your head. Plus, you went through very similar experiences and he had to be at least a little into you to go out of his way to wait for you to take you home. Obviously it was wrong since he was your professor but in reality the age part didn't matter. Sure, you've always said you like guys your age but just look at Kim Taehyung.

So yeah, you were taking your sweet time unbuckling yourself and giving him his jacket back. He didn't say anything watching you sit up trying to get your things and for some reason he really did not want you to go. What he hadn't expected was the look in your eyes when you caught him staring again. This was wrong. He had to stop looking at you like that. He was nine years older than you and your college professor.

But then, you surprised him when you reached over the middle console. He didn't even have to think about what was going on when his hand was on your jaw pulling you closer until your lips met. He released a soft groan into your mouth letting his tongue lick along your lower lip until you gave him room to explore your mouth.

You were so eager, a hand on his thigh to keep yourself up as he tongue kissed you.  He should not be doing this, he knows he shouldn't but it's been so long since he's had anyone's hands on him but his own. He did not sleep around and he was acting out of character with you but in this moment he just needed to have you. The nagging feeling was still in the back of his head though.

You trailed wet kisses down his jaw, kissing along his neck arching your back into him. He couldn't stop the slide of his hand over the back of your skirt, groping a little at your butt as he reached over to touch you too. Even then he just had to speak, "This is wro—ng, you're my student."

You're not completely sure what came over you in the car but at the moment you did not care. Your hand slid closer to his inner thighs making his muscles tense. You were getting a little too close to his groin now as you kissed him shutting him up. He kissed back hungrily despite his words and then your hand was running over his middle. You sighed into his lips, "Nobody has to know, just tonight."

Taehyung didn't put up much of a fight after that. He let you unzip his jeans and button. His hand was at your throat pulling you into him while his other hand trailed down your back. Your short skirt was a little too tempting to reach out and touch. He licked his lips when you kissed down the middle of his collarbone where the top buttons of his shirt were undone. With the first grade of your hand palming at his growing erection he groped at your butt in the skirt. He nodded with a lick of his lips, "Just tonight."

He couldn't stop the deep moan that he released when your hand dipped into his briefs. He was sporting a semi but with the first touch of your hand on his hardening cock. You still hadn't even looked down to notice he was thick and long. He felt heavy in your hand as you palmed over him, too dry to feel good so you brought your hand up. You held it to his chin and with his eyes locked on yours he spit into it watching you do the same before bringing it back down to his member. He jumped at the first feel of the slick grip you had on him now creating a wet slide around him. He was panting, it'd been way too long since the last time someone else touched him.

Also, it helped that it was past midnight and how far was well tinted so you couldn't see anything from the outside. The car wasn't even on anymore. His hips met your hand's efforts to jerk him off, moaning into your mouth as he grabbed a handful of ass. After some time you pulled away from him making sure to pull on his lips as you backed off watching him try and chase after you. He watched through lust filled eyes as you shunned further toward your door backing your butt up so you could lean over the middle console until you were face to face with his slick cock. He bit his lip in anticipation, no longer thinking about how wrong this was the second your tongue licked up a fat stripe up the length of his member.

"Is this alright, sir?" You asked holding his cock in a loose fist while you left soft kisses on his mushroom tip. Your tongue poked at the vein on his underside, rounded innocent eyes staring at him that he knew were anything but innocent. He'd never been with anyone this young, he'd never even thought about this before he'd been married for five years and dating for another four or five. She'd been the last women he was ever with and his relationships prior to her hadn't meant anything. Yet, here he was enjoying the warm tight feel of your mouth on him that had him forgetting everything wrong with this.

He licked his lips, "Y-Yes, but call me Taehyung." He liked hearing you call him sir too damn much but considering all his students call him that he couldn't think about it right now.

"Alright Taehyung," you leaned up to peck his lips in a quick kiss that had him craving more. Then you flashed him a mischievous smile before coming back down to his member, "I'm gonna suck your dick now."

Taehyung shudders out another velvety groan as your lips finally wrapped around his whole tip. Hips rise off the leather seat to meet your mouth hoping to get himself deeper.  Wet warmth around his length and he's gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles whiten. You're far from gentle. The flick of your tongue over a thick vein before lapping at the slit on his head with every bob. The gentle suck of the tip. You've never found so much pleasure from sucking a man's cock before, but then came your hot Professor. Nine years older than you, too young to be divorced, and the man he taught you about art all week. None of that matters though when it comes to the deep growls and husky moans he releases as a hand plays with the end of your panties. A thing paid of things he had to pull out your underwear, fingers running over your covered slit.

Taehyung had decided the moment you reached into his jeans that he wanted to fuck his student. He wanted to let out all his pent up sexual frustration on his pretty little student who was just so eager to take his cock in their mouth. Who would've known he would've broken his head long dry spell for some college pussy. He brought his hand back from your underwear sticking his fingers into his mouth to lather them in spit.

He groaned when he hit the back of your throat relishing in the tightness of your mouth as he slid his hand to your head again, pulling the poor excuse for underwear to let his finger run down your slit toward your clit. You were so fucking wet, stupid wet actually and it only turned him on more.

His finger brushed roughly against your skin, a moan escaping your throat that sent vibrations around his dick. Taehyung toyed with your clit feeling more slick being produced by his touch. It was so fucking hot. The sec with his wife had gotten boring and repetitive over the years but this felt new and exciting. You were attractive to him from your looks to your art work and it was all hitting him at once.

"That's it sweetheart, take it all in your mouth," Taehyung panted stopping his motions, but pressing down against your clit. Your head began to bob harshly now, sucking him into your mouth while your hand stroked whatever didn't felt. He was feeling close but with how tight you felt, he needed to stretch you.

Taehyung hummed, rubbing circles around your cunt, his thumb gently massaging your clit. "Am I making you this wet baby? Should I punish you for it?"

You moaned and whined as Taehyung's fingers slammed into you, while rubbing your clit. You caught him by surprise when you bounced your hips forcing his finger in and out of your cunt at a speed you wanted and it made him groan deep in his chest.

He didn't stop fucking your throat as you fucked yourself on his finger giving him time to push another in too. He wished he could see this from an outside point of you. This thirty year old man getting his dick milked dry by a hot twenty one year old art student of his while he stuck his fingers into their tight pussy. He was so close, honestly surprised he'd been holding off this long. When his fingers began to feel your walls relax around him he knew you were ready for him now.

"Think you can ride my cock sweetheart?" He asked brushing your hair out of your face as you slobbered all over his member. You didn't need to be asked twice as you popped off him feelings his fingers toy with your folds but no longer fingering you. He pushed his seat back to give you more room before reclining his seat back. He guided you over his lap watching as you didn't waste a second in lining himself up with your wet pussy.

"I'm on the pill sir," you said calling him that name again that had his cock twitching. He nodded pulling you in for another kiss as his hands found your waist sinking you down his length. You moaned into each other's mouths. You slowly raised your hips and sunk back down on him, and he tightened his grip on your throat just slightly pulling you away from the kiss. Your face pressed against each others in breathy moans of want as he began to bounce you on his cock while bucking his hips.

It had been awhile for the both of you, though he knows you probably hadn't waited as long as him. He'd been dry since his divorce while you just broke up with tour boyfriend weeks ago. He had a feeling you were always eager like this for sex, and you clearly knew what you were doing with your mouth too and it was just so hot. He was kneading your ass as your head rested on the crook of his neck. He was so close but he was trying to hold off for you. He resort to talking, "This is wrong, y'know?"

Even then he said it with a buck of his hips loving the way your plump wet walls felt around him, "Only bad girls jump on their teacher's cocks."

"Mm," you whined teasingly as you sucked love bites into his collarbone, "You gonna punish me sir?"

"Oh fuck," he moaned when your walls clenched around him intentionally, "Call me Taehyung, love."

"Taehyung," you moaned into his mouth moving onto a quick grind of your heads into each other, "I'm gonna cu—"

"Do it, do it now, fuck Y/n," he held you tighter getting a little rougher now as he reached up for the handlebar on the roof of the car and used it for leverage as he forced his hips off the seat to push more into you. With the new force you weren't lasting long, your release hit you like a tsunami making you shake around him as he held your chest against his. He didn't stop thrusting though, trying to get himself as close to orgasm before he had to pull out of your tight walls as they twitched around him.

You let him raise you off his cock as you sat back down in your seat adjusting your underwear that had been pulled to the side this entire time. You reached across him with a hand jerking him off using your own release as lube and he was fucking into your hand forcing your mouth back on his. With a low grunt and a shake of his hands, he was cumming. Thick drops of creamy cum fell around your hand like a flood. You didn't think much about it as you pulled away from his lips to cover his cock in your mouth licking him clean as best as you could.

After some time you moved off him awkwardly pulling your hair out of your face as you cleared your throat. He tucked himself back in nervously as he adjusted his seat back up looking at his disheveled reflection. He couldn't even look at you, not because he didn't want to stare at your beauty but because it really was wrong. He was your college professor for fuck's same. It didn't matter his strong attraction toward you. What mattered is that he was in a place of authority and could easily lose his job and probably ruin your reputation. He couldn't do that to you but he really wanted you.

"I should probably head inside now," you said shyly as you grabbed your bag opening the door. Taehyung didn't say anything nodding his head watching you leave. He hated the fact that he looked at the length of your legs as you left. It wasn't right.

By Monday morning Taehyung wasn't sure what to think anymore. After the crazy night with you on Saturday it was all he could think about on Sunday. He met up with his friends for brunch and he couldn't help but rant. It didn't do him any favors that they knew something was wrong with him since the beginning. He ended up being honest and telling them that the bartender was his student and that they hooked up in his car.

At first they had been extremely confused by it all but Taehyung already felt guilty on his own as it was, he didn't need them making him feel worse. He expected them to slap him or tell him that he should never do it again. But they didn't say that. Instead they filled his head with possibilities that should never even be thought off.

"In reality you two are adults and didn't you say she's a third year? She'll graduate in a year so really there's nothing wrong with it," Jimin tried reasoning, "She wanted to do it right? Look, I'm just happy you got your dick wet. We both know it's been way too long, plus nobody is saying you have to keep seeing your student. It was just a one night hiccup."

He had to tell himself over and over again that it was just one night. He was thankful that when you walked into class you were in the middle of a discussion when another girl from the class. The two of you were talking so much you merely walked past his desk without a stolen glance. Good, it seemed like you had no intention on more. Great. Amazing. It was the right thing.

Today a male model would be brought in for you all to paint. He had a sheet draped over his intimates and once the assignment was started you put all your focus on it. You were supposed to use him to sketch a person and then use your own art style to tell a story. You tried not looking to your professor in case he felt awkward about Saturday. You kind of did.

Mostly because you could still feel his lips on yours and it made you nervous. You spent all of Sunday in your room trying not to freak out but you just felt so stupid. It felt unbelievably good for him but you knew it wasn't right.

"I swear to god these stupid fingers are pissing me off," your friend Yuna whined as she had to erase more charcoal. Neither one of you noticed the professor making his rounds to check on all the sketches down so far.

"Think about which perspective you're using and the proportion of his hands where he has them placed," Mr. Kim told her pointing to areas that seemed off. You could feel your heart race when he made his move to you next. He was hesitant at first to speak to you, just standing behind your stool watching your sketch and he only stepped closer when he had advice.

"Pay a little more attention to the line of his body, focus on proportions too and use more shadowing,” he said pointing at spots in your painting. It felt like he was too close but neither one of you were actually bothered by it. In the mix of slight regret there was also this strong wanting for a recreation of that night. Neither one of you would actually go for it though. Right? Not again?

He looked down to make sure you were listening, your eyes lcking for a moment before you both looked away nervously at the realization of your proximity. He didn't notice the way his tongue ran over his lips before biting down on his bottom one in remembrance. You're wearing the perfume from the other night.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung looked away from you standing straight again, "But other than that it looks like you have more done than others, thank you for focusing better today."

"Of course sir," you said absentmindedly looking back to your sketch too. It took him a second to move away. He'd never felt so damn embarrassed at the fact that he had to focus so hard on not getting turned on and breaking a sweat. This is exactly why he asked you to call him Taehyung only but of course you would slip up since you were used to referring to him with the honorific. But right now he could only think about what you'd said to him that faithful night.

"You gonna punish me sir?"

Looking down at you nobody would ever guess you'd say something like that but he knew you did. He heard you say it and he really liked it—

"Sir do you mind taking a look at mine?" A student asked snapping him out of his thoughts. He had to look around to find where he was still a couple feet behind. He didn't bother responding as he started working that way not noticing the way your eyes followed after him making you smudge a mark across your paper. With a small annoyed huff you worked on cleaning it up again.

After class you were one of the last to leave the room. You've been thinking about him nonstop but because of the positions you're in, you shouldn't. But in reality, you were two adults who happened to have sex. There was a sense of sexual attraction and honestly, hooking up with someone other than your ex definitely did something to you. Considering the fact that he definitely seemed affected by your presence in class, you found yourself staying another late evening at the studio making sure Taehyung saw you the next time he passed by the room.

He did see you again a couple hours later. He was locking up his classroom ready to leave at the end of the day finding you through the door's window. His steps faltered, head turning as he looked at his surroundings. Then, he was pushing the door open letting himself into the studio. The other side of the room was all glass windows since it face the courtyard but it was dark out there. In the room all the lights were off too minus a lamp by your table and a light above the sink.

You turned instantly with the sound of the door finding him standing by it. He ran his fingers through his hair that had been casually combed back. His other hand was stuffed in the pocket of his corduroy slacks with his tote bag hanging off his shoulder. He licked his lips nervously, "I just came to let you know that the custodian will be around."

"Thank you for the reminder sir," you said with your back to him to hide a playful smile, "Or is it Taehyung? I forgot."

His breath hitched as he stared at you from across the room. You turned to look at him, the lamp above your head creating a shadow in your facial feature but appearing like a spotlight only for you. It made him feel further into the shadow at the corner he stood. He really wanted you, but it just didn't feel like he should. He was your mentor. He was nine years older. You were a college student and he was your teacher. It definitely wasn't right. But he was just so attracted to you in this moment.

"Well it depends on what we're doing," he answered absentmindedly realizing a second too late his response was flirty. He had no reason to be in the studio at this moment but he made up an excuse to go in anyway just because he wanted to see you again.

When you finished cleaning up you were walking toward him. He looked down at you through a hazy gaze as you reached for the door handle pulling it open. Taehyung simply followed behind calmly as you spoke, "Did you have a good weekend?"

His pace slowed for a second trying to unravel your question and the subtle approach you took. He's quickly realizing you're a bit promiscuous. Your nonchalant hints of something more that only he could understand but everyone else thought nothing of it. You were a tease but you hid it so well. He thought for a moment about how to word his response, "My weekend was great, and yours?"

"Oh it was really fun," you answered as the two of you walked down the path through the courtyard, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"Mhm," Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment looking around again to see if anyone was around, "I can imagine what that's like. Hopefully you have more like it."

Your eyes met in a side glance as the split in the sidewalk separating the parking lot from your bus stop. He played with his keys like he did the night at the lounge bar, "Going to wait for a bus?"

"That's the plan unfortunately, unless someone were to come around and take me home," you said with a shrug looking away from him the further you walked down your split sidewalks. Teahyungs voice the further he got from you, "I'm sure someone would love to drive you home."

So you said your farewells and you sat at the bus stop nervously. Maybe you were a little too obvious with you felt and he was probably worried. He most likely regretted getting involved with you.

Of course that was the opposite. He knew he shouldn't but really it was because of the university. Aside from that there was nothing wrong with being attracted to someone younger. You were both adults. That's why he was rushing to his car pulling out of the driveway and going around the corner to the bus stop. He waited a few yards back from the bus stop flashing his emergency lights at you and in an instant you were up and walking to the car. He rolled the window down flashing you a smile as you opened the door.

He did end up giving you a lift but it wasn't to your apartment, it was to his.

        "I don't know if I'm going crazy, but I've got this feeling that you're seeing someone," Jungkook told you with narrowed eyes. He was currently walking you to your class before going home. He always had shorter days than you and Bora since he worked in the afternoon but he always hung out with you two.

"I'm not seeing anyone," you told him simply as the two of you walked along the sidewalk. Jungkook just hummed in acknowledgment as he carried your canvas for you.

"Yeah, sure you aren't," Jungkook responded, "You don't have to tell me if it's supposed to be a secret. Is it supposed to be a secret? Oh my god are you dating someone in a relationship?"

"Why would I become a homewrecker when I've been cheated on?" You asked him clearly displeased with his assumption. He shrugged staring down the hall to the studio, "I'm just curious why you're keeping it on the low. Is he like, not someone you should be with?"

"I'm pretty sure I told you I'm not seeing anyone," you responded back to him entering your classroom. Taehyung was standing at his desk watching everyone walk in when he noticed the same tatted guy helping you with your canvas.

"Jungkook! Hey man, what are you doing here?" One of the other students called out to him. It was Seungjin, he was in your department and you knew each other better through Jungkook. Occasionally you'd talk but not always. He came over to where you and Jungkook were to talk as you got all your things settled.

Taehyung found you standing in the middle of two guys smiling over whatever they said watching the one with tattoos pull you into his side. Technically, class hasn't started but he can't stand the sight. Just a couple days ago you were wrapped in your professor's bedsheets sleeping soundly next to him. Now you're here with two guys your own age who were making you smile and laugh.

He shouldn't be surprised you had a lot of male friends. You were clearly well known around campus and people always approached you during class. Even at your job he found all the guys behind the counter trying to impress you with whatever. Even Jimin and Yoongi commented on your looks so really, this was normal. You had a boyfriend before of six months who cheated on you—which Taehyung would never understand why—but you also told him about other past relationships. Taehyung felt like he was different than your usual type and though he could say the same about you, right now he's getting annoyed.

He smiled down at the papers on his desk but it was anything but genuine. It was a forced smile to remind himself it was alright. It's not like you two could be forward with what's happening, not until you at least graduate next spring. As his class began to fill he finally had the nerve to approach you. If he could just get any guy your age away from you that'd be great. He was 30, he couldn't compete with all the college guys who surrounded you, had the same energy as you, got the same references. Taehyung's a millennial for Christ's sake, you're a Gen Z.

He made his round toward you well calculated. He greeted other students along the way to seem natural before he zoned in on where you were. He got close enough just in time to hear his student, Seungjin, speak, "Let's go drinking tonight, bring Hoseok with too. He hasn't been around in a while."

"Alright so us three and Hoseok? Should I tell Bora too?" Jungkook asked.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you can continue this conversation outside of the art room," Taehyung's voice was bitter. He didn't want you going out with three guys tonight. He wants to order pizza for the two of you while you go into detail about your art piece for the Spring exhibition at your place. It was definitely a college student's place. He only went in the morning he dropped you off home after spending the night with him. You invited him in for a drink and he was too curious to say no.

Compared to his neat, bachelor pad, yours was chaotic. His place was clean, dark, and modern. Yours was ecliptic, slightly unorganized with paints and brushes everywhere. Thick woven throw blankets and patterned pillows. Hanging plants that were halfway between dying and thriving. You had vinyls piled in a corner with books. You had colored LED lamps, it was basically like a hippie fest at your place. He liked it though, compared to his place yours was warm and welcoming. He liked that he could see little pieces of you everywhere he turned.

When he first moved into his own place it felt cold. He never lived on his own like that. From his childhood when he lived with his family to college when he lived with roommates and finally when he lived with his ex wife.

Jungkook looked up at your professor who seemed slightly out of focus staring at your canvas. Jungkook's never gotten an up close look at him but Bora was right, he was an attractive guy and you seemed slightly awkward now that he was here. He looked between you two, his best friend senses tingling when he watched the way Taehyung bit into his lower lip when you brushed your fingers through your hair. Seungjin was too busy apologizing to the man telling him they'll get right to work.

"Sorry Professor Kim, I'll get going now," Jungkook said warily as he went and shoved your head to the side playfully, "Am I picking you up after?"

Before you could respond Taehyung was cutting in, "Actually I've asked miss Y/n to stay behind, we've got some discussing to do about her piece for the Spring Art Exhibit."

Obviously he hadn't but you didn't even dare to deny his claims looking to Jungkook, "I'll text you, go, you're interrupting class time."

"Once again, I apologize sir, I'll be leaving now," Taehyung had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he nodded. Jungkook bowed respectfully before turning around to leave, glancing back at you two to catch your Professor glaring at Seungjin who was pulling his things closer to you.

Jackpot, Jungkook thought when his eyes caught sight of a small purple bruise peaking out from under the collar of the professor's shirt. He was clearly seeing someone too and Jungkook's curious to know who.

Taehyung returned to the front of the room after continuing his round around his students and started his lecture on surrealism. Seungjin sat next to you now that he'd been talking to you and Jungkook and you didn't mind. You'd hung out with him a few times outside of class and he was fun to be around. Still though, you couldn't focus on what he would say when you were so focused on Taehyung.

Had he been jealous because of them? Or was he annoyed that you were delaying class time? After class would he keep you around to tell you, 'Just because we're having sex doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in my class' or was that just an excuse so Jungkook wouldn't be able to pick you up?

"Sir if it's alright with you, I'd like to discuss my work for the exhibit too," another student pointed out at the end of class. Taehyung huffed in annoyance as he looked up to find you waiting as well. You looked away, "I could always come after my last class? That way you two could discuss privately?"

He tried hiding his smile. Obviously he wanted you alone, not with another student there so he nodded in agreement watching you leave. He had to work on keeping things lowkey. You're way better at it than he is. To be fair he's been out of the game for ten years and he never had to keep a relationship a secret before.

"Perfect! I was just coming to find you, are you coming with Jungkook and I to find costumes for the party this weekend?" Bora asked once you'd left the classroom.

"What party?" You asked confused. She gasped dramatically, "The costume party! Halloween in Spring, as Hobi calls it. Jungkook's waiting by the gate."

"I've still got one more class and then I've gotta meet Professor Kim and talk about the Spring Exhibit," you told her.

Bora laughed, "Yeah you should have your discussion while riding his face."

"What?" You sounded on edge and it only made Bora laugh harder.

"I'm kidding obviously, but I'd gladly sit on his face," Bora said with a shrug, "Alrighty then, text me later and I can go shopping with you tomorrow if you don't have time today. Jungkook and I are just going to get an idea before we meet up with the others tonight for drinks."

"K, bye love you," you waved her goodbye as you went to your last class for the day. You couldn't focus on it though, not when you kept thinking about Taehyung. That's why the second it was over you were rushing over to his room.

Luckily there was no one around when you let yourself in and he barely gave you a glance before pointing to a box of painting palettes, "Mind helping carry those to the storage room?"

You nodded taking the box as he took another one before walking you to the back of the room. He opened the door to storage room and let you in first looking around through the windows to make sure nobody was watching. Then, he entered closing the two of you in as you set the boxes down. The second he turned to you, you were jumping in his arms. Taehyung's hands went to your waist holding you up as your lips met in a hungry kiss that had him groaning in want.

After some time kissing like that he set you back down but his arms didn't leave your waist keeping you close. He looked down at you, "What are you doing this weekend? Let's go out of town."

You made a pout that had his eyes rounding in curiosity and anticipation searching yours for answers. You looked down hugging around his middle section, "My friend's throwing this costume party on Saturday and everyone I know is going. If I don't go they're going to get suspicion."

"Well just tell them you'll be seeing someone but you're keeping it private," he said hopefully squeezing you in his hold a little more. You just fit so perfectly in his arms despite the taboo of it all.

"I've tried but they won't quit. Trust me, once Jungkook and Bora get suspicious that's a wrap. Jungkook is like a ducking detective when it comes to other people's business," you explained watching the way his jaw clenched as he looked away from you sadly. You rested your head on him, "What about next weekend? Are you free then?"

"I'm free, I can make reservations now," Taehyung said biting his lip, "Alright I'll go out first, make sure the coast is clear."

You nodded watching him turn to the door before stopping to look back at you, "Since I can't spend the weekend with you, maybe you can give me tonight? We can order in, watch a movie..." He seemed strangely nervous as he spoke.

Jungkook and Seungjin did make dinner plans tonight but you didn't care much about that. You'd rather get laid and spend the night with a guy who interests you. You don't want to jump into things so quickly because you could easily get hurt. It didn't change the fact that you felt safe and comfortable with him. Even when you just saw him as a mentor, yeah he could be strict but he was also very good at consolation. He'd constantly tell you how talented you were and that you shouldn't forget that even when you're feeling down.

Then obviously you're getting closer to him so it's not bad to want to spend time together. Were you dating? Not that you know of? Would you consider him to be the only man you're sleeping with? Yes. Could say that same about him to you? Probably? He didn't seem like the type to mess around with just anyone and you've been talking on the phone on nights you can't see each other.

"Then, should I wait for you down the street?" You asked once he signed that the coast was clear. You both left the room stalling as you got to the door.

"Of course, make sure you do your school work too."

"Yes sir, I'll work on it tonight," you said as the two of you stood outside now. He bit his lip to hide a smile, "Well have a good night."

"You two, thank you," you said your goodbyes as you walked in opposite directions. Then, like a constant cycle, he was picking you up in his car.

On Friday night you spent the night at Taehyung's place. It's crazy how quick the two of you have progressed but it didn't feel forced. It's like, when it was just you two you could forget about the fact he was your professor. Even when he'd quite literally tutor you for some of your required course it didn't feel like he was your teacher.

The main reason you spent the night is because you wouldn't be able to see him this weekend other than Saturday morning. Tonight you'll have Hobi's party and you had to work Sunday and Monday night. You had already dedicated next week as crunch time for your paintings so you really weren't going to be seeing him outside of class and the art studio.

So, he drove you about fifty minutes out of the city to some expensive rooftop restaurant for lunch. You wanted to spend as much of today as you could with him before Bora would be getting to your house to get ready for tonight. The restaurant was far enough and way too expensive for any of your class mates to be here so it was the perfect place for a nice lunch date. Taehyung clearly had money from his career and his parents so it wasn't a question that he'd want to treat you to something nice. He wore a YSL cream colored button up shirt and black slacks while you wore a little black dress.

The two of you walked in with linked arms letting the hostess lead you to a table while you talked. You look extra pretty today. You wore light make up that accentuated your features and your hair was styled in a way that really suited you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, if he could he would've noticed the waking nightmare about to cross paths with him.

"Tae?" His blood ran cold as the two of you looked up, the hostess waiting at your table for the two of you. You stared at the woman and man in front of you. She looked you up and down and you did the same shamelessly. She had black hair up to her shoulders and bright red lipstick. She wore a white blouse and grey pencil skirt. An ugly pencil skirt in your opinion.

"Jihyun..." Taehyung cleared his throat and it didn't take you long to realize who this woman was. The man was quiet but he looked uncomfortable yet you felt his eyes travel down to your exposed legs. You knew this must be his ex wife and you expected Taehyung to take his arm away from your hold. It must be awkward for him to be seen with you. You were obviously sticking out from the more mature group in appearance.

"Oh, uh, it's nice to see you doing well," Jihyun said with a forced smile. You wondered if the man was the coworker she cheated on Taehyung with. His arm almost pulled you even closer to his side, "Yes, I am doing well. Oh, this is Y/n."

You gave them a tight smile leaning into Taehyung more. He smiled at that, "It looks like our table is ready so we'll get going now."

"Was that your ex?" You asked once the two of you were to the table. Taehyung nodded before flashing you a smile, "But let's not think about that. This is our first official date so let's make the most of it before we have to get going."

Without thinking you leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before going back to looking at the menu. Before the food arrived you excused yourself to the restroom. It was windy and you could not have your hair all over the place. While you were in there you reapplied a light layer of lipgloss as a stall opened.

You couldn't believe your luck when the cheating hag—you mean Jihyun—came out. It made you smile a little as you wiped up the corners of your lips. She gave you a look as she went to wash her stupid musty hands right next to you.

"Taehyung seems to be doing well lately," Jiyeon said washing her hands. It was the second time she'd said it like she expected him to be crying in his room, "I've known him for a very long time an—"

"I don't really care how long you've known him," you flashed her a perfectly fake smile, "And of course he's doing well. Why wouldn't he?"

Jihyun pursed her lips in annoyance, "I'm surprised when he didn't introduce you as someone he's seeing. He only said your name, it's very strange."

If Taehyung wasn't going to do anything that's alright but she's clearly judging your appearance and possibly your age and relationship with him too.

"I really like your skirt," you added with another fake smile, "Only some women can pull off that kind of look. Unfortunately it's not for me, it's too bland?"

She scoffed as she ran her hands under the sink water, "It's office attire, but you look a little too young to know anything about that."

"Oh to be young and beautiful, do you miss those days?" You said finally closing your little handbag. In fact she was only 30 but if she was going to act like this then you would too. You ran your fingers through your hair one last time and check the back of your dress in the mirror, "I'll go first since Tae is waiting for me."

You began to walk away, Jihyun stayed at the mirror for a second trying to process what is happening. You must've been more important than she thought because it looked like you clearly knew who she was. You were bitchy but that wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that you were... everything Jihyun wished she could be when she was younger. She doesn't know your age but Taehyung was surprised he could even attract someone like you. The Taehyung she knew would never be into someone like you.

He had always had a sort of timid, mysterious nature on the outside and Jihyun had been the same. That's why it was so easy for them two to get close so long ago. Jihyu had always felt insecure when it came to the confident appearance as girls like you but Taehyung always assured her he never cared for looks like that. Clearly that been nothing but a lie if he is with you.

She barely made it out the restroom's entrance when she stopped in her tracks.

She had a clear view of your table, right by the glass ledge of the rooftop. Taehyung's smile was bright as he laughed over something you said and when she looked closer his hand was in yours.

He had never been the type to be openly affectionate. It had been years since he last looked at her that way. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her but Taehyung had never looked at her with that gleam in his eyes like he was giving you.

"Can I come over tonight?" You asked tracing swils with your finger on his hand, "After the party I mean or will that be too late?"

You're not sure if Taehyung seeing his ex actually affected him or if he was genuinely okay but whatever it was you wanted to make sure he was okay. He already told you he'd be playing tennis later with his friends but later tonight maybe he'd want to see you.

"Hm, it will be late but I can pick you up from the party if you don't care. I don't want you driving a cab so late especially if you'll be drinking," he said as he used his free hand to eat while the other held yours.

"Aw, sir aren't you just so sweet? Maybe we can reenact our first night together in my bunny costume tonight," you said it to tease him but you were also being serious. He was so attractive you swear you could just eat him up.

Taehyung nearly choked on his water but he couldn't help but smile, "it's barely noon and you're already thinking of that?"

He felt the tip of your foot against his leg, pulling on his pant leg teasingly. You gave him an innocent smile, "No, I just think about you and then I think about how much I want you."

He placed a kiss to your knuckles, "Always so eager."

"For you."

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this flopped so bad last time so pls YALL 😭

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[frick6101719]

um i was on my twice annual reread of it might kill me and i made this. it’s caerwyn in the first interview dress (or at least the version in my head) i don’t really know what else to say i’m sorry i hope it’s ok

UM WHAT THE FUCK

I AM IN LOVE

HI

WOW

I am so floored right now Rae spiritually I am kissing you on the mouth I LOVE HER

today has been a shit day and this has very much cheered me up I don't have the words. WOW.

I love everything about this. I love that I knew immediately that you have seen the Pinterest board but that you have really made this look your own. I am not a person who is good at creating a mental image of things based on words or images and I am blown away by how you have done it here. You have combined the pictures and descriptions and made something BEAUTIFUL and I am obsessed. I love the colour. I love her pose--it's prim in a way that seems so deliberate? This absolute scheming bitch I can practically see her eyelashes batting from the way you've posed her and that is so real of you.

Also the titties. 11/10 A+ no notes.

The space buns, the glow, the FRECKLES. I love it all.

Thank you so much. I can't tell you what it does to me to think of all the time and love you've put into this piece of art, and how it was my wee fic that prompted such an act. I'm touched. It's so special.

WOW.

[dr-nero-is-god]

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Boiiiiii it's SHELBY TIME!

(Picrew credit)

Playlist: Shelby (She's a Hippie Tho)

My current interest project is listening to the top 200 albums of the 1960s, so I decided to mix it up and give Shelby a hippie vibe. Perhaps who she would have been if she were in an Austin Powers movie.

1. go where you wanna go (the mamas & the papas) 2. all my loving (emily loveless) 3. wildflowers (dolly parton, linda ronstadt, emmylou harris) 4. sunshine on my shoulders (john denver) 5. great divide (ira wolf) 6. in my life (judy collins) 7. leaving on a jet plane (peter, paul, and mary) 8. don't think twice, it's all right (joan baez) 9. i'll never find another you (the seekers) 10. both sides now (judy collins) 11. make your own kind of music (cass elliot)

You can listen on Spotify here.

Fanfic: Pending

I sincerely tried to write something only 10k words but. It ran away with itself. And I just started an accounting class so it definitely did not get done. Please enjoy my favorite comment from @shelbytrinity, who has been kind enough to Beta for me, as a sneak peek:

Wing and Shelby: not on speaking terms, falling out over morals and ethics tied to both of their beings, financially iffy, matching tattoos that are permanent

Otto and Laura: We parallel play by cutting veggies and studying :) We are in love!

I will update with the link soon!

Art: Snoozin

This is not particularly high-quality knitting but does represent some growth for me as a knitter, because this is the first project I have finished with double pointed needles. Ough

Prompts to Share

1. Shelby scores detention with Colonel Francisco, Pike, Ms. Leon, Ms. Tennenbaum, and Raven in the same month. What did she do, and how does she spend her detentions?

2. What was Wing and Shelby's first date like?

3. Shelby picks an unexpected karaoke song.

4. Shelby has a special hiding spot when she's upset. Where is it, and who finally finds it?

5. What is Shelby's biggest regret?

A huge shout-out to everyone who has participated in this year's birthday bundle!!! I have been so blown away by people's work and I am so delighted to share a fandom with such fun and creative people. Rock on dudes.

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 5

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 5 under the cut

Chapter V:

The sun struggled in rising. Just when the sky would start to brighten, it would grow dark again and Pangu would feel his hopes crash. A few birds started to wake and the sound of waves, which had been a constant through the night, seemed to grow louder now. A distant bell from a ship rang and that seemed to serve as Kaz’s waking.

“Fuck, it’s late,” the man cursed as he hurried to dress himself again.

It seemed quite early to Pangu still but he did not know his schedule either. He stayed quiet and on the floor, not wanting to risk accidently seeing the man in his undergarments again. Once, he was sure could be counted as an accident but twice and he knew Kaz would not forgive him.

The clinking of his armor grew closer as well as the thudding of his feet against the floor. Then a kick to Pangu’s side flipped him onto his back. It was not a particularly strong kick and it did not hurt but it was forceful enough to have moved him and drawn an “umph” from his throat.

“Wake up. I am sure May will be in here soon.” Kaz walked away. “I will be back later. Do not touch anything.”

Pangu sat up and rubbed his eyes despite not getting any sleep. He heard Kaz leave the room and he let out a sigh in his absence.

There was nothing to do, especially since he was not allowed to look at anything in the man’s room, so he paced about until he had company again.

Like Kaz had said, May came in after a few moments. She was in a brand new robe and smelled strongly of floral oils so Pangu guessed she had taken a bath. Her hair was pulled back more on the left side and a few braids hung down and draped over her shoulder.

“Good morning, Pangu,” she greeted with a wide, toothy grin. “I see you are still in one piece and not…smelling.”

Just as he had the night before, he smelled himself which got a big laugh from the princess.

“It is a good thing!” May clapped her hands together. “You are the fine specimen Parvati promised. I just need you to start remembering how to use your abilities.”

“I have not tried,” Pangu admitted.

He quickly realized that she and Kaz must not have spoken before she came over because her eyebrows flew up her face and her jaw hung.

“You can talk!”

“Oh…yeah.” He felt his cheeks get hot and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I am getting better.”

“Well, take that energy and focus it on shooting fire from your hands and whipping things about in the air!” May grasped his hand and squeezed. “Then, you can scare my parents into listening to me. Finally.”

“You just…want to scare them?” Pangu parsed out his thoughts carefully.

“Yep.” She grinned and moved their hands up and down. “Scare them. Maim them. Threaten them with their lives. Whatever makes them stop and do what I say, really.”

“What if they do not listen no matter what?”

May’s elated expression turned dark in an instant. As if a candle was suddenly blown out, she became cold and distant. She even dropped her hold on him and backed away. “Why would you suggest that? Did Kaz say they would not listen? Where did you get such an idea from?!”

Pangu stuttered. “I…I was just curious.”

She threw her head back and let out a long, heavy sigh before collapsing on the nearby sofa. She threw her arms out over her head and let one of her legs dangle toward the ground. “If they do not cooperate then we will kill them. Easy.”

That did not sound easy at all. Or practical.

But Pangu hesitated to speak his mind. He fidgeted with his hands and briefly looked over at her. “What…what happens after that…?”

“I have plans,” May responded, defiant. She sat up in a hurry and shook her head, loosening some of her hair. “Do not worry about my plans. You just need to do what I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you.”

He nodded, not wanting to upset her further.

It appeared as though he had no reason to really worry, however, since she stood from the sofa and straightened out her clothes with a growing smile. She let out a sigh that sounded less exhausted and more relieved.

“That settles that,” she said and walked closer to Pangu. “Now, you should really remember some stuff. Parvati, can you come out? Helloooo?”

Her eyes darted all about, to every corner of the room until a form appeared, finally. It was similar to how Pangu had seen her leave them before but it was truly striking to watch her suddenly arrive from the smallest of shadows.

“Yes, my lady?” Parvati answered her with a smile. She kept her hands clasped in front of her, ready to bow at a moment’s notice.

“I have business to attend to today, can you watch Pangu and try to get him to remember how to use his powers? I would like to have things neatly tied up before too much longer.”

Pangu noticed a slight twitch in Parvati’s eye but she did not drop her smile. “Of course. I will be with him every spare moment I can.”

May clapped and then headed back for the door. “I look forward to it!”

Pangu watched her skip out of the room, at least in a better mood than she had been a few moments prior. He did not know how to speak to her or even look at her, to be honest. Then again, he had no idea how to address or talk to Kaz either.

The sound of his name brought his focus over to Parvati. “Pangu,” she said in a flat but quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

He definitely noticed a difference in the way she looked at him as opposed to how she looked at everyone else—he just was not sure if he could say whether that was a good thing or not. Not yet.

“Um…I can speak now but I still do not remember anything.”

A much wider smile spread across her lips. “It is a relief to hear you speak. And a good sign.”

“Will I be able to remember?” Pangu was not as impatient as May but he did feel a jittery sensation in his stomach each time he thought of his memories.

Of course, he wanted to remember who he was, other than what he knew so far—being the Xiang at some point—such as what he had done to, apparently, earn Tiandi’s ire as well as the people he had known. He wanted to know why that list of names Parvati listed to him last night made his heart clench so tightly. He wanted to know what kind of person he had been, not just what he was supposed to have done.

On the other hand, he knew he had been killed and the idea of remembering that was daunting. Would he also remember the pain? And, besides that, what if there were other details he would wind up regretting to remember? Things that were better left forgotten?

It was a complicated feeling—one he could not describe if asked.

Parvati brushed some of her hair aside and took a deep breath. “I certainly hope so. You were separate from your body for a year. It could take some time before things settle into place…I only fear it will take too long for our dear princess.”

“We should focus on my abilities first then,” he pointed out the obvious.

She nodded but she did not seem happy about it. “I am not sure how much I can help you there. Your energy may not be…compatible…with mine but I will do what I can.”

Pangu found himself frowning. “Is it because you are Sha-Parvati? A mistress of shadow?”

“So you remember things like that.” She rubbed down her chin and into her beard. “At least we do not have to review the basics.”

“It seems the princess and her guards do not know,” Pangu pointed out. Not only did they refer to her, solely, as Parvati, but none of them had mentioned the words mistress or shadow even once and especially not in tandem.

“They do…in a way. I do not think they fully understand, however.” Sha-Parvati chuckled under her breath. “May sees me as a witch of some sort, I think.”

Even some highly religious people did not know much about the mistresses of shadow. A few sects of Tiandi worship even forbade the teaching of anything about Shakti for a time. It was more likely that scholars of the Xiang, rather than regular Tiandi worshipers, would know the mistresses and their names.

Pangu shook his head and then held out his hands. “Anyway, my energy will not hurt you, will it?”

He knew the opposite was true—that Sha-Parvati’s energy, assuming it was pure miasma, would harm him. It was the reason the spirits had closed themselves into the spirit world.

“I should hope not,” she mentioned as she set her hands over his.

Their palms touched and, immediately, there was a tingling sensation. Pangu closed his eyes and braced for pinching or stinging but it never came. There was just a warm, dense pressure that pushed into his palms and reverberated through his being. He could almost trace it as it passed through all of the larger energy reserves in his body.

“You do not feel blocked…practice should be feasible.” Sha-Parvati pulled her hands away. “I am a poor substitute for your old teachers but I will do my best.”

Pangu had renewed faith that everything would work out just fine yet, after hours of sitting on the floor and attempting to lift a feather with his energy, that faith had seen only a few twitches and one updraft. And he was still not convinced that those instances had not been just a strong gust of wind coming from the window.

They tried fire as well and, a couple of times, little sparks came to his fingertips but nothing ever fully ignited. The energy was there but the manifestation was just not occurring.

Along with being incredibly frustrating, Pangu was worried about May’s response.

Sha-Parvati assured him not to concern himself with the princess and that, if she threw a fit over it, then she would take care of it.

By the time she left, Pangu was exhausted in every facet. He was still tired from the night before and he had exuded more energy than he probably should have during “training”. His mind was aching from the blank spaces he wanted so badly to fill and his heart tugged ever downward.

It felt like too much and, also, not enough. So, when the door opened again, he tensed.

“Do not forget about that report, Fi,” Kaz’s voice called out as he entered the doorway, faced backward. His hands clutched either side of the frame as he kept his head out, presumably speaking to someone in the hall. “I do not care how long it is—I will be checking it in the morning. …No, you will not. …If you come any closer, I will spear you through the throat.”

He pushed back into the room and shut the door with a loud bang. Then he locked it up tight and turned around, eyes meeting Pangu instantly.

“You did not touch anything, did you?”

Pangu shook his head. “No.”

Kaz sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Good…good.” His throat bobbed and he muttered something under his breath that Pangu could not hear.

“Um…” he approached the subject nervously. “How was your day?”

“How was my day?” Kaz repeated and stared at the ceiling. “Well, May threw a tantrum and broke an entire shelf of ancestral dishes so we had to deal with her parents and now there is a mountain of paperwork to fill out. Just because she is the princess, she thinks everything in this castle belongs to her. I cannot wait until she is free of this place—for both of our sakes.”

She must have had another mood swing after she left, Pangu figured. “Sorry.” It was all he could think to say.

“It is normal.” After a moment, he finally moved away from the door and sighed. “I will take a bath. Stay out here.”

Pangu waited until he was gone to walk around. He was uncomfortable being beside the door, even if it was locked, since he expected May to come barging in at any moment. The imagery was so vivid in his mind that he had to leave. So, he moved into the bedroom and just stood there, remembering what all he was not allowed to put his dead hands on. Pretty much everything but especially the bed.

When Kaz returned, he was in a casual, pale blue robe with towel tossed hair. He frowned when he noticed where Pangu was but, to his surprise, a scolding was not the first thing out of his mouth.

“You look exhausted. You are not decomposing, are you?”

“No?” Pangu frowned as well. “I did not sleep last night.”

He was met with a raised brow. “Why not?”

It was difficult to explain or, more accurately, Pangu worried he would sound ridiculous if he was honest. Yet, he did not have any good lie at the ready. Nothing he thought of made sense either. So he was left with the truth.

“I…” he started and then stopped immediately, looking down at his feet. “I am afraid that if I go to sleep, I will not wake up.”

Silence. Kaz said nothing and just stared for too long. It was a good thing Pangu was already looking away because he could feel the stare and he knew it was too intense to meet head on.

“You are afraid of dying?” Finally, Kaz spoke.

“Yes…I suppose.” Still, he did not lift his eyes.

“…You really are alive…?” Another silence. “Fuck.”

That made Pangu brave a glance. Kaz was no longer staring at him but was pinching the bridge of his nose. Pangu cocked his head to the side, confused. “What?”

“Just…get in the bed. Sleep.” Kaz seemed pained to say it and that made Pangu hesitate. But, when he did not move, the man became more insistent. “Please just get in the bed.”

“B-but you do not want anything dead—”

“Shut it,” he snapped and looked away entirely. “Take the very edge then and stay turned away from me. Just get some sleep, shit.”

Pangu did not know what happened to change his mind but he also did not want to keep getting yelled at so he just did what he was told. The bed was soft and the feel of it under him was almost enough to carry him off to sleep immediately but his worried mind still got in the way. That and the feel of Kaz climbing into bed on the other side.

It was certainly wide enough to where there was no chance of them touching unless they either planned it or one of them was a wild sleeper. Pangu had a deep knowing that he was not the second option so he kept on the side and took up as little space as possible.

His eyes closed but his heart continued to thump, extra adrenaline from the strange exchange and the lingering fear of dying powering him. He tried to calm his breaths but his efforts were fruitless. His body continued to tremble, slightly, and he could not relax for anything.

Then, a hand fell on his arm. Before Pangu could ask, the fingers groped onto a stretch of skin and then pinched. Hard.

“Ow!” He swatted the hand away on reflex and then slapped his other hand onto his arm to cover the wounded area.

“If you feel pain, then you are alive, right?” Kaz said, glaring over at him. “You will not die so easily during the night. Even if you sleep. If that were a possibility, Parvati would have told us. So stop worrying and just sleep.”

His words were short and biting but Pangu did not feel as though he were in trouble like he had earlier. Strangely, he started to smile and his heart no longer thumped wildly with anxiety.

“O…okay,” he muttered quietly and relaxed his shoulders.

Before he knew it, darkness was around him but it was not nearly as scary as he had feared. 

[libidomechanica]

“Sunset through”

A ballad sequence

               I

No thought he, it would be dated     some years therinne. And capabilities, as they turn it     was I’m trying! But today

a coffin for the Town must go     therwithal so well, by oft predict that wolde han my bele     chose, I koude pleyne, and

wide, and arms is discreet at all:     in vain I love thee biseke! Be ye lock’d up like figured     the creamy curd, the sort

amid the second yoke. As if     they were swich a tale to tell of the cold hill side. I keep     but a kisse, both black-eyed

Sal his bloodletting sun. Young without     leaving the street, i’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you till China     and Africa meet,

and you ask how shall go, as hawks     may pounce upon him, giving chain and to the few or many     a green-gown has been

bred; here wild. And called is Seint Thomas,     why that ere bloom of a crescent’s coruscation, t     would name, Bannockburn,

Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.     There still plain and with his Christian nun, will set off a     greater could he, the must.

The glimmering thy heart, which that     the world shall he spake were not how to purge from above speeds     the lasse light. Sunset through.

Saucy pedantic wretched her     tyrannic power of pathos, and joinèd handsome stripling     with us the quarter.

               II

And be my love, where those isles of     your wine, and coveted wassailled upon my face, shall     never more brighten, must be well at once at the housbonde     born to be like a full- blown sleet: his way to mount, and be     than lie, but thou art

everything. Man shal weddė me anon;     now, dame, telle hire housbondes for that you please the Eye     would never bear unless he’s drunk, gamed, and this is the     colour of his head into her brow grew beside thee that     in much more tame for his

mercy: were strongest reason hated,     and endless age. That I love thee purely, as men strives     to polish all the nyght, while thou wert left and so was oure     werre ystynt. Fresh-quilted colour wol hire horrid sin—and     what not, all ragamuffins

different language feels impossible     to pleased with leaves, which maybe with ful good deal shock’d     at tears of May; the open shone: upon her debtor; the     art I know not young. To the northern winds comprehend all     the Birds have I joye or

blis, this joly clerk wol speke of     woes; your chest and prey. Nor turn has been my heart, her Lord was     as flat as a child; has ev’n been of the year, I walked we,     til trewely we hadden they hadde left their dirty smock;     or Sappho fragrance of

satisfaction can overwhelmed     the liquid azure blood was quit, by God’s blessing, turning     Porphyro! But after us: this morning ring, and twice     five years before and thee, panting, and hoar; then the feeldes     wente. Still lying off the

bargain sounds, like to orphans you     harm. In writing Courser’ by mistake it in the sapphire     heaven, the excursive, breaking breathed o’er seem’d to receives     and lyves than in thine arms, here at the eye along     the visions with his brace

of any oother worse than I     once would leave sultanas to decay, o’ercharged with sorwe!     The breadth of pavement, and the grime of weed that I am     become a man—so glorious end by such a genial     soil for being something

replete with reason, upon Sion’s     hill must ramble with air sedate and remarried, the earth     in earthly paradise of ioy it is, so fashion and     of all the sad twenty spring open today when sweet     violet? Idle; let us

away, and make me from their     conductor tapping sorrowing, the daily labour, in     this close up this we were none. Brother, quod he, so have call’d,     La belle Dame sans mercy: star’d, where, like to greet solempnytee,     and after; but no—

already runs zigzag toward those who     sigh o’er sonnets, and tears, and Baba, their change graces still     he grew so—on their charms from leaf to lead him, in close at     hand, where parent still and duly seated her swayed, all bowed     beneath the poesy, the

power of Babel might know what     I knew the thanks, if aught save praye yow, if my Pegasus     hath been her sex, here stones;— the key turn will worse, the fool with     forever, and though Eve herself upon his bonds so much     the charge wher they are killed.

               III

But the flashing of pee. You are     the lofty trees, with nerves tuned it his joined clench of steel us     as the rose in fear,

needing is simpler about the     sky, yet, I will call. Her own, she might in me this; now dame,     quod he, by God and bread.

               IV

Her loving you cannot climb, you,     great disasters may teach them as you were dumb—monsters, who     must be worn at her to

come help the other, your back. Love     ye who list her humour most retire, to waken envy     of our sheep half-asleep

I return’d away his ears,     at the act. With seraphims the hare limp’d trembler in the     excursive, breaking lately

two at presence of satisfaction     can overwhelm the imperial halls, as also     much sacrifice;—through

Kennington and usen hem on     honde. That I loved well? It seems, to the fair he seem’d to reach     them a voice to warm today

when soft voice my heart, be thirty     mock tyrant o’er in hid wayes to guide-books, vials in     the left scole, and sail

for a hint or two, would brook and     over it awkward; for Eastern clime—with fine Conceits, all     are the intellectual

eunuch made it with an angel,     newly drest, by lights of winter, whose pain with vexation,     about you think so:

for having had him to kneel down,     and cursed book a leef, that is. Of years later. Alone should     have my tale of tribulacioun

is well-tim’d retreating     train retired, one world its very well: what spekestow of     present state? God helpe me

verray shame, that for slept an azure-     lidded sleep oppression curs’d with periwigs in curl     in window blew in like

a flowers. This union you wander     about you about you turned into stream that it     reminded them of the

Emperour, she was a good as well     as heavens expand, the earth; and of such a closet, of     such small items costly.

And best, for the pure freckling, the     lines mellifluously bland, and limped down with another they     are exposed to it, no

doubt not be king—was receive them     that was on thy heart’s undoing. But you that wolde nat of     hym Daryus, which shoulders.

               V

And even to these to guess he     was she, Blythe was she, Blythe by the dusk curtains peep’d, where the     lovers—who last night; slow

heauinesse in both display’d the Asian     should I dance and worse it proves insubstantial for my     presentative of all

appealed to sleep, the scrubbed, shepherd     swains shall smell how true! Rosy morn now lifts his own brain’s     oppression—cannot be gay

let a tale growest beauty in     this be dear, tis true, a little skill you that with her common     change she earth; been thynges

trouble which serves tuned for supper     now, and peace in the race. And nathless words, not words to     spare, they hem mysavyse.

               VI

” We’re not see them, too, for an ouche of Jobes pacience.     Thou trace and lo! Or that all’s ideal— all ourselves cannot fry. Baba retires himselfe,     or else of them glows, and makes all the record of all but low their little jars for you     may, a sort of queens may die a jest told of the place with such appellants go to—God     knows! When once were to Mahomet! And

does a cheek, like hard life, and tired I look back     again. Then let no buzz’d whispers to have seen the ken, or who wolde nat spare your life! Now     dame, quod the Pope. I have not been treated as gentlemen seem I and you an equal     was foreclosed. Rough faces through a land of all the other day I went the time and be     my love to so respects high; but worn

at heart to the feast, the only gentlemen to     supersede all warblers here beams the clerk, and therefore, hey ho! Charms by accept; provided     always petal myself, at one that with you! An error and twenty-four; to warmth     expres word? Not to death from birth strung brother I bow’d to her breath,—he from his fo; lucia,     likerousness of tickets, or

coach, and yellow-white glow tells me wish you, a million     fighters admires the lustrous eft was on Friday last—this very fiery night,     since my soul doth ache. My father words; crowds, cuckoo-like, endangered hatchlings from you, I’m     with prise of Or Molu. Come, some time, the wise and shame struck them this poem will be mud     on thy choice, who marke in the kind; those

passionate heart, Love’s nervelets were once more free     from mortal man impassionless, but a little to play a notion, which a man in     too soft a lasting, there was, were four, on purpose, and som folk desire to land. This     union you wandering how anything of the world’s contracted new come daily to     the devil can tell: where Nabuchadonosor,

king off the ball-fields and though not mad     with the brain; for whole creature self did make, of a complete her best look for to plese, but     conseil to virginitee; and foremost from our prime; and for that am nat I. Go, for     Thisbe and fragrance of mine. I kan nat kepe hir mariage? That somewhat many a sweetest     Lesbia, close by a country and the

nation, not to the food tree on which he own’d all     in time, and, where, dropping, My Madeline! But Crist, that voices die, vibrates in the western     gate, t was once set is one with you just a tree, and I loved the other; yet you     see, o pity, and Misses? To turn on their full meed of merit, and worshipp’d be;     dissolution in this clerk is preysed.

               VII

And came to me my love of the     lanterne; he shall bound: tis not quite enough if deaf and ducklings;     there come into her

breath? Judge, then, if he would come youngster,     as harbinger of her nation, a poniard pierced through     the seemly raiment of

sentiment till dawn at play, the     sweet, and you remember, or a hundred pages has given     their Cakes an active

share, for who’s so dumb that can well     as breeches. The wretched over the Landholders, sprung from     the clouds, and took a while

I lay, he was her dears shed would     have closer? His afternoon— the House of God hath yive to     weddė me, if they were badde.

               VIII

If this place of Lucy’s feet: he     could not be dieted with plume, tis no easy thing the leaf     where Joan was portrait may

wax too bold, We shall wish, betide,     the hall door shuts again. The dim purpureal tresses     severall waies, to pleye, and

in his foore. Juan, which sweet and the     rough all the capital, its princes if it be seen, which     at the tiger-moth’s deep

woods, I dreamed on the languid smile     was like a ghost away child, I felte his arms into my     very hands in wives’ eyes

for this godhead once a man do?     Sudden a threats, and talk in tender and delves to unity,     like all minds at last

the skies, made in thy sight, and all     who had might sees. Thus far our country gentle cast, and lat     us wyvės hoten

barly breed of purėd whetė seed,     and lost its way the wide closet crept, His prayers forth she     brink of dining. To flourish

they were slick-faced. He cursed their     caps at cautious dukes, have we profanely term’d the Moon.     Though Wisdom’s triumph, come

and Eve was of his cruel man and     for her eyes, t were easier done to brief minutes slowly     in the light your Mother

slowly close complain and Erin’s     gore, and dandiest chatter, or all that you say: be     hypocritical, be cautious,

be not what thou poure alwey     upon the steadfast rock of Immortal greetings given     to save forgotten, my

love, and, lordynges, sustained gloves—     wheezed and coole. And children and still doost it detest. But     it were nothing to a

pint of prey, are simile holds     the weak one’s friends that I am nothing to his side: and     then this beautee and troublen

al that bed; she comes, she cried, the     prison, till they’ve taught; sweet arguments of relish sweetness,     to-morrow or to-day.

               IX

Of Venus for him, those who sleep.     What would shut up annals wax’d but the mountains, dissolution     sweet pastimes good for

peace. Hide; there is of a blasting     marriage; and now that began to chide: there I can’t stand time,     the blood of monarch and

laid out along that no pace else     these to go where the Dublin shouts—and each yellow pin on     your sleep one critiqu’d

your heart instead of shiver’d, vanish’d.     It will be thy place, this ill-timed pride, weakness he     reproved. And feeble, and,

neither chambers held barbarian     hordes, the Devil; the negro from the steadfast rock of     Immortal purity,

twixt a miser and without thine     arms, here at that I ne sholde I seye that rang with in-born     mind! And strange death my

loveliness of the bloody, full     of the nipple learns. When they run into one where the quiet-     colour’d silk; next with

their sable guide, amongst the feeldes     wente. My third-’—Your third, the hall, at distance, sometimes it     may wax too bold, and you

an equal courteous to me.     Rave and kneled faire, and paye his deathbell rung; all cates and     orchards rooted in the

banks of Earn, and blazon o’er all     shall know if youre praktike. Of him, I thoughts or thy heart. The     pleated shirt yellowing.

               X

If he found it gives my friend, too,     of all but loue which should not see thee, panting, an offering,     all ourselves, or are ye

at with what an intellects, who     composed? Let him that have the women up, because of the     folk swich daliance, this unblest,

toasts live and merry was she     fleeth afore fainting I follow but track me like to look     in your life for once it

was more be seen, with delightful     to offend, will worthie to approaching new. Where are chasten’d     domes of Westminster’s face.

               XI

And all princes down on the camp     of love solemnized the right; our dayes run In all the     mark of Adam may resemblances that you must come     anymore. What I could bring for duchesses, they moste han a     likerousness and beat

the honey’d middle of causelesse     care; they circle their starved lips in those sad words with her     good looks now, if my own, in fragrance and merry was she     bought virgins, and plum, and made hir housbondes for a book,     pardee! May we presume,

tis that lies in women, soldiers     and low: trip no further behold, then better’d to higher     spinning of seamen’s fates, and anon doubting than descend     to brief for affording which Juan to appeared. Thus do I     pine and poor, would lead to

her father pat me frae his dore     upon occasion. The rooks went unexplained, no two made     in the fisherman swore he was of age were a pretty     freak, but for open- heveded he hir skyn and goon and     now my epic renegade,

what the world with a fillet     of smooth-faced, thought, a book, right to see and henceforth from me,     after thy powers do stur; in the rare things, endure. For     women is, that gives all things in her dear cheek. Who in a     voice, so innocence a

child, to make, with,—’Damn your forget     some one the inspired tracks. What may no lenger speke. Time,     across the hyeste that flies hovered my visitacioun by     vertu of my body, and joy! And told my wrinkled head     of a mile: his last sorrow

wrings charms my mind; and for word.     Where upon a thyng for the floor chalk mimics painting     faerily who keepeth clos’d a wond’rous riddle’s fully read,     those petticoat, he tripp’d, with his arm-chair sit, still to tears.     Toward peace in thee merry,

thou gave such a notion there hath     not its spires up like a vine. By vertu of my heart in     days far-off, and thy tears o’ joy. For the living authority     to tell you need a hot bath. Twas thus hastow mordred     me? And show the cold

hill side. A vulgar miracles     heav’n has varnish’d pleasure’s wreaths for the treasures prove, but if     that dim lake. A vulgarest tool that faith in masque-like figures     once a kiddy upon his explanation than if     he would cry when with dim

dreams, the chase when she dream—ghosts of     the women in hire tale. As he to mow: and yet, I’ll love,     these he fled; and mind, his stealing of the captives led in     a little creek below a wall o’ertopp’d against extinction!     The Sun himself like

a wash, would companionship, and     one, the sally, should have hir say lookynge out at the rest     of memory; then fall again to sing’ this is to see     the same to try if I cannot conquest was as flat as     a beautiful in

silences. Then while he forsook hire     eke. And take the bowl I offered upon it without, how     farre this, now she knowledge, it shame. He looks at thy birth, leaves     will transpire, world of words. Two youths she’s not a tooth in     her small items costly.

               XII

Of all but long before i’ll kiss,     the pain with them. Give me pleasure take; but whether throat untied     a kerchief, crying.

               XIII

No lady e’er is ogled by     a lover’s pray’r, and then her third, ’ said her children bird     abandoned on the Grekes

told wher thee. Rain on this arm-chair     sit, Ah, happy region be this made him meditative.     Their rose on my loosens

her decree that hym fare wel; God     yeve his book of wikkednesse, hym thought a heart-shap’d and very     far! This companion:

’t was eight years as the poppies     orange bowers, its lay on this words, thy sphere; She dance not,     but speak; and the same given

quantity of love, and sister’s     child; has ev’n been of goodly room without beauty who     knows what I may chance against

his glory pricked the stories     in the Nine, one would comfort wring. Part of raine once lost, can     ne’r be found himself, at

one time, then blush up to the dead.     She seem’d to dwell in press one half what I lay, mouth, forehead     to no mistake sequins

with patience; kneel down, nor coin my     sprited gastlinesse. From crowns worn instead, every stitch of     muscle, lopsided, mute.

               XIV

As the better the god unshorne.     Which is many on, and folly’s all the top appears: nor     will; bearing them all

ability. To feel for the dagger,     Rosamonda’s bowl. Higher views upon the image     was brought every wise or

witty, bright as well as day, that     blacker than that in his Almageste: of alle men     yblessed be all liars

belied in thee or sprited     gastliness of the Eare a new morn. Out of a grave I come     to enioy! Her brother’s

face. And life one way their heads and     fate? A shielded joy or sorrowing kind, although at present     days his wars and check’d

desires, what afterward every     bon, he koude walked out along the silver twilight, and     is barbers as I to

my soul had been overal. Was     put to use in my old griefs, and we dead? Can give us     either, it may, a lady

sweet some virginitee; and there     was nobody required his soule never having mine. If     I be deed, yet still remains

on thy cheke! That my Lucia     but a lamb, or kid; so that I thee beds of roses through     little, one with furniture

an exquisite apartment,     while the daughter of a mate for which that’s forehead to no     ending. Banging though it

grieve. But ther as she also mine.     Would pique himself extreme; a bliss to be; heads bow, knees bend,     eyes were worth’s unknown descend

to stain his own he look, and     they hold a treasure, and silks, to the East they stood still. As     an unperfect transfused

into towers have gone on the     feast, the pleasure the same given aside about the relic,     and mails. Of those tree.

               XV

’Ve felt humble kind. And where our past some never     grew besides, I’m hungry eyes even a Dandy’s fervent ferment in the flying     nymph that Candide found against his head:

however I want you to know one things prepared     for arguments of mine. And what not, all ragamuffins different hands on my loveliness.     Women and strangely to me.

               XVI

Like geese of this. Able to make     a faith; but it’s not so took hym on the rose in the lover’s     care, turn’d away, whan

that highte Seint Thomas, why that being     too excellent for every paltry magazine can     hit em right: for how shall

he saw but small with To be let’     upon the hinges being void of feet so clings to shake     the stars. So tell me who?

               XVII

That madmen may cool; but they shouldst     print of Lucy Gray, and then you know how to see, and we     prophetic eye of appetite. The world: the sort all saints     to take it in the pavement who keepeth clos’d the boundless     age. And on my rose tree.

               XVIII

To lodge they were. To shun sickness     ever successful, was not sung in Heav’n has varnish’d pilgrim,—     sav’d by miracle.

               XIX

Plundered first fruits, and those which the     head; and sings a solitary soul can reach into thy     blood; but yet another

sort of the screen new painted wings:     another’s eye an inmate the Parcae then the dishes back     again. Wings, let us

away, and demands your blood bits     are extreme, rude, barren rocks; of shallow rivers, cloud of     home; and if you think? Occur

in Orient Pearls unwept:     and yet who can not imagine, Ah, happy few an earth:     judge, the Cynthia of

thise wordes bitwene then changed with     a glow tells me we’re not a living the true hypocritical,     be cautious duty,

the cover to uncover-     because silk is what I wear silk-the cover like a foreign     film sans subtitles,

fall like dumb phones together,     adopted to be and Thou were at his elbow in a     thoroughly inconstantinople,

Sicily; watches from     a stock so good; thy father hand called a drunkard. To welcome     then cut short the fifthė

man was noon heeste. Would Pope have made     up his mind, when the count the first fruits of poesie were nat maad     with his golden dew, twas

Cupid bathing as much know, i’m     half returneth ther Mercurie is desolat in Pisces,     when the circumspection.

               XX

Not blither is mute in her pall     upon her soft ringlets I display’d; your victorious     ruling pass; though a field

the wave, on their pride, fix’d principles,     with care, or form some slight as he realms of fairy, when     she chance, ere it good no

womman, but a lambent-flame which     he pursue the property at last my arms and proved     connubial animosity;

four wives have always easy.     Of a high window, if I were wydwe, sholde been born or someone     said it remembreth

me upon my gaol: and yet methinks     I have grown to deem no worse. To hire biwreyed I my     constellations, which comes

first do blow endless age. Tis pleasant     glades’ colonnades, all how true! And when with unaccount     of the rail. Married,

one gives us off from their front     of this work, but forthwith bays. And off they were used his native     mud in, unto his

nearest follower of Babel.     Quickly on thy cheke! Shines, and with thy bench, with gossip led     and over it awkward;

for Eastern skies to know each field     of asphodel, the force it out each may seem almost smothered:     the other lord. And

mad, the nine which story scarce to     pad, so haggard seeming, but keep a sharp word for what world,     and the people of this.

On such strife, and flower: o, for     alle his price; sometimes thyself dost give invent, while we     live, as to my muse a

few hours and peering eyes scintillating     love, where, each other worse off than what paradise,     and regretted that he

was sought forth what a mortgage was     found was Ambition! Or Sappho’s diamond drew me back into     the Samaritans

in every paltry magazine     can show for sale, thou seyest, right toll; but been a wyf he yaf     hym so greet solempnytee,

and painting I follower of     Babel might lesson true, like other evening, on the moonlight     fair, is the wedding.

               XXI

Love, all her deceived him, but a bound: tis then—’tis     thereon which range, her country seats; but he was so very heart, loue onely played about     a bow-string—quite in a beauties

yet unborn. The screech itself in thy lovely     glorious rarity but there, that turns up more desperate brain; for whose statues, tables,     chairs, and worship all unseen hanged on

the poor do waiting off his bonds, for being     femininely all marvel and pride, since kind of banner, the chinks—marks the sign she wander’d     why he hadde a legende of hir

owene juggėment; for whose statut holde in which     might call the glooms of night and day, for painted, or a dozen, and turns up out of seamen’s     feelings, and to the only husband

coole. The man was gone, with youngly thou beholders     with implacable sweetness of the race. Now, to the rents? And yet with Decay, to     hint their pace; or, called them in search the

bright rudeness, ye may lead the river jumps over     the bird against the slippers for thou the quarter most faire: so when my second time pass’d;     She’s all state which made a widow happy,

for a passage in: and as a dance with such     peace, and stooles, and the sad augurs mock their ever-during night. Less my sighs in this     noble verse; do now your feet you on

the eye; what nature, tolerable time serves the     skeins of hell: Hark! Which now his gift confound. All his gray hairs—Alas me! The soul! Is sometimes,     I wonders—taste not made my Julia

show where I shut her bring? And yonder is the     Turks do well express his place; they believe it? And he maketh a glorious ruling     pipe to be my dear. If ten of men.

               XXII

Resume, who boss the lover’s     care, just as a child; her hand in quest to have thought I would     know, while I walk my love,

a golden dew, twas gold so fyn,     and as usual, late dictator struis domos’ shows that     knows, for blood. For al is

for the best you could bring the floor     upright, good Angela, by the howling stories of     Cantemir, or raven black,

as erst to Pindar’s eyes; so mus’d     awhile still. There is it? Love, ah my own voice had seen malt     liquors exchanged; with black-

eyed Sal his blood, then, stoop, since thou     ynogh, thee this door, o look aloft, and acts just not be;     no drum nor trumpet peaceful

guise; warriors, death-pale were fairnesse,     and them onward, first time it should say more, is this rhyme;     no other side watching.

               XXIII

I can’t do otherwhere: she thousand     swords and my next self through a strife; but I will out of     the whole centuries of

his prayer: or her, that opinion’s     also could put the other worthy men in herte     despitus. But been tree of

grace, where he hadde been contemplation,     t were not blinds you once knew of mo proverbes than     been pottes, cloudy, dark,

an Isis hid by thy infinity.     But there is no peace or happiness of the loss     of blood. The might arise

to warm the warm with fancy ever     new; she dwelt on a winter’s face, as severall waies,     to pleasure; sometimes such

whom all such as came on before,     since Faire is repeats the Five per Cents? He wink, but forthwith     barly breed Mark tellė

forth my tale of tribulacioun     is well—but, artist that he had an English as I can     know she knew of mo proverbe

thou hast already had her     last obey, the Muses upon necks; and let a tale distress,     but have licence of

a giaour, while other ends your hands,     to vent to Juan was portrayed too soon—you’llpardon your lives     become some rebel pachas,

and ached for to please, I neither     dwelt or dwells in undistinguished or fourth offspring’s nature     to reach out for

bandages and tweezers, he looked as     an awkwardly. Whose frown would comfortable to point of     ivresse’ in love of yours

years old—though thou most rauishing     delightful to no rude alarm; and raising thumbs-ups, like a     backgammon board them, and

if they are all shall already     know. But ask him where she is a move set down at zero,     now wide awake, without

love of pleasant purses, and gold,     then one day he was as good bits are less from the deserts,     forests, crowds, whom all his

lady’s eyes, to spirit bounded     like phosphorus on show for a book that dark world slowly     spinning a glanced and usen

hem in engendreth hayl, a     likerous, loved the planets did combine on thy verge it     is an elfin-storm from

the frozen seas? I’ll love you be     sweet suburban girl, she’s witty, but as she’s not a dawn     in eastern skies to know

pining pining til their want of     lamps do dive into the family sort of circumstances?     Should but entomb us.

               XXIV

Nothing that was so fashionable     fair can form a Turkish wont,—a gaudy taste; for bothe; this     strange and now, my love’s fine

to stab herself thy cheek that Horace     been oon, but Er that I can’t find the nyght, he wolde I     suffereth long, too long.

I would have been. Deed, yet w’are not     predicate, tis there some words, thy sprites, the timbrels, and     rapture’s crowning race.

Young with eyes blending a glance on     St. The heart’s workings be, the winged’ steed, I wish he wolde hem     for thee living poet,

’ like nuns the sport of smooth-faced, though     pierces if it be whan I had delit. Of Phasipha,     that is gone, against thine

eyes, and alle were sent to welde     a thyng we may no more, to live. It seems to be gay, sir,     ’ said the bolts full easy

slide: She danc’d along that voices,     tongues, milton appealed to sleep, for, not come to quench’d in tears—     Oh, odious but

immoral, they roam; no thought, until     they are flesh moulders withoute make. If it be chance against     thy should equals the power

in Thee vain are those love control,     supposed to it, no doubt is whirl’d into a plante of     sweete spiced dainties now crown

the Excise. Many a dusky     galleries solely, and yet, I’ll love letters are what place?     Into their shape, her warmed

jewels one by night tho. But when I     lived in curl in window now, then, whate’er she went. As yet     thou dost distrust that I

love thee time’s fool, thought came her day     I went the Mind. And the world’s stoics—men with a widening     and never debaat.

They nothing near, which should array     her life with fresh graffiti sprayed on her hands for noon oother     was wide, and one, the

pow’r of ancient ditty, long since.     Numbering in bed, and tenderness; if ceremony     ended. But Crist, that great

disasters may teach the dusk curtains:     ’twas a man, and the ground cracks evilly, a dark socket     filled with diamonded

with devocioun. For Vertue, joyn’d by     high disdain to write to the Browne, as we our passion you     disdains all womankind!

               XXV

Now, by my trouthe, I quitte hem never     the monthes ende, this strange, he could in twelve hours’ time, and     som for his soule be in glories dart; ’tis there. Can love even     more mildly ere it be whan that in his gardyn planted     shal it bee. Unable

to each his majesty, after     thou the question: poor creatures, until it scares itself     to stop with someone you will speak with Allegories clustered     me closed; there seem’d taking flight, the plank, and evenings in     a Lente—so often tymes

I to yow tolde, thapostle     seïth, I am free to wedde, a Goddes half, where was the     night: awake! Her bones lie in a mad way. ’Re for each other’s     almost-stale croissants clench of steel us as the colour     wol hire housbonde shal

nat leve no thrifty clooth. Man shal     yeldė to his brother, your days are too near your sleep: feare not     a few hours and o’er marble above; your veil and dread of     the year, in the universe, even in hir bookės sette     that he thinks of Earn, and

blood, the whole centuries of her.     Hanged my should be as you, except the season: I have grown     lately, by Suwarrow’s bidding, a town, was taken from     wits; and thought, with snow-scent and myn estaat I nyl nat lette,     which, being madrigals.

               XXVI

If I said to make her hand-twigs,     stained, no two made it awkwardly. Wit temper’s really should     ever watchful with Constantine. Vanish, and make worms thine     eyes shineth so. Before a jury here. Of bigamye, or     of octogamye; why should

shut, and crave. That ther behold, that     settled upon my gaol: and yet, I’ll love no more. But Crist,     that night in the memory— odours, when the king has brought     me to enioy! A silent changeable, with gaze enchanted     me from scissors, painted,

as we have doon, it is usage,     and but ye do, certein we shall be stored thee: then what     you many good thing: in deserts, forestalled, get opposition     to all beside—this, and picturesque Constantinople,     Sicily; watches

from no light—only a honey-     thick stain that droppyng houses fit for the same fashion and     paved God knows. A million of words about her eddy brain     whisks it about those colours do the young hand gave featureless     as fear in its disguise

may give thyself thy creation     did decrees of steel us as they weren’t born to     the steadily to the caper overrooted, by     submitting this hall, and thought surpassed the slopes and ducklings; there,     Pastora by a frost

or by the shaping and look nor     know not what is payment for thou wishes, is her waist is     just such deep sorrow seize me if ever, mortal clothing,     while Baba bow’d obeisance and deem’d he never know not     if a sely wyf be

oon of their prize a sot, alive,     ridicules. And the stub of her caprices e’er stirr’d in     the gastly powers do stur; in thee true. For here in a     net I seek to know even I have we profaned thy     Heav’n as well as here on

the setting time to warmth again,     and shook to seek me, ah my lost saints, and be once more on     golden, a sweet pastimes grace and contrary effect to     tire no longer mix with trees: see how the poor. None knows     nor clime, he deigned not a

whit that Appelles wroghte subtilly;     it nys but wasted now almost a quarter of youre     disposicioun, but no one else thee. Knows why we are for     anything to the bonie lad that’s meant the world. Now banishes     ilk darksome shade, nature,

gladdening an inferior     not deter a second time, and, for him did his dark     socket filled with White-thorn laden home. First—light into towers.     And fool are the fire shining in bed thy Heav’n had none,     yet was a good devocioun;

that of those martyr’d saints to     the wine. Her fancies scum, and keep eek my privetee, bet than     what place the hotels, especially at nigh expell’d clasp’d     like a mission, walk’d on him there when the old man can rest     eye on, but learned to

these, dear Murray, needs must say, ’t     would not stay, loathing in never know how near us thereon     which sweet breathed o’er they are your skin, my house of Potiphar,     the Landholders, sprung from an aged crone why you stop     like a light; why don’t own

anyone: that’s fine tropes, with     skin stretch’d in tears speak grief and a maid enjoy’d the cruel fair:     urg’d without words, will have to take hold of the year their vows,     perhaps, without words, thy words to spare you to take him stared     them think the quiet limit

of the world. To arrive with     neighebores hous? Oft I hadde we on honde that I thee     beds of roses, and take a lantern, instead of Widdin.     Her dream that faith in my tyme. Remember, in uneasy     sprawl, thou must now he found?

               XXVII

Than wolves and lasting, till some maids by night, and pain;     Thou, sun, art half calls on the wintry day, or gluttoning on that she could not been this     the other. Of his raunson unto

me; and help our eyes watch a herd-maid gay; who laughs     at Hell, but not the choir of girls, ten or a dozen, and eek mateere. And they hear     and wind, or say with the lifeless splendid

but secret influence comment; when rattling     up this clerkes han sorwe; myn ascends the night. And opens; only something i do     not love, nor care, ’ there happier than

to weep, Oh leaves, which tower’d on either, it may     wax too bold, and, above the gilt, or elles often tymes I to yow tolde, to goon     and acts just a thing already mixed.

Such destructing the flies in their hushed joy and with     the very spot of the long frozen gras or her own ear against the emblem rarely     thought him fame; and alluring prey. I

see you’ve miss’d her, and lavender’d, St. Major part     of lies. Alone, worn out so, we’ll churn. Into a hemline. And that she be riche, of housbonde     hadde he me glose, whan the spring

open the height of Madeline, to no mistake.     Whan that isle of goodness, would comet! So kissed to each other until to some supper     with words oft utters words spoken light.

No matter gladly beyond manna and chuckle,     and begun to bid farewell my head, denying that glitter, may find himself, and wide,     and for that I took the last one, I

think how that their babes and ruddy, good teeth, with due     precision from his tree. There maner resemblances that faith may never met has been     moved towards the Whigs? Into a crime. Whilst

thus the damsels in disguisèd plot to steal away,     assured and people pay but heau’n of my body asleepe thou seëst all respects a matter     which at the whole of men, who still

expect our desires but that remote recess,     pull’d forthermo, a fair womman is, ye may stay at home to tell you I hold the Flower     has been sent all eyes my knowledge;

and time, and around, but shows where the vasty version     a foreign film sans subtitles, fall liking; a woman, and throstle’s lay; In all     the honeycombs: throbs of pianos,

child, and I will know long as you’d have made awake,     without beauty are in the bed’s sheath of God a propre yifte, som this may know, and no     poetic fable—just as she fleeth afore

fainting and then his willingness? Where began     to blush back again. To the avenger, Time, if Time, that his sayings in two, breaks the     bed, and of shivering knell, the vulgar

by his system t is certain present times     have this a sacred shades return’d, and the slipp’d a pair of true minds admit impediments.     Your face easy to understand;

even Petrarch’s self, is not for everything stand     circum-crost by ready spears—strength’s abundance with her beauty of the Mansion fixed and     hands, to vent to Juan some others children

picking form, and laid out a suit in which that     the merchant giving up to the truly paradise. In delay there, a naked is     your arms the vast abyss: whatever.

               XXVIII

The colour vade of stone, on the window-panes; St.     Was the sea has devoured the other live, and also would comet! Living to my     thought of spirit bounded deer, o’er craggy

mountains yields. Was trying to the truth; beareth alwey,     syn ye so pretty sweet you on a visit; the Bench too fair cheapening buds of     April, and though the blue-eyed grassy

barrows of the Mansion of the spring open     the jars so everyone knows not to know Love a thousand changed. If by tradition. They     would kiss the lofty plume, whose minds admit

impediments. Thou madest him that faith may     never out of the wo that Socrates hadde at Thebes loste his arms into my verse thine     own fears, her seventy-four; Sophia’s

cupola with gossip, scandal hit. That settled     upon my yowthe, and sacrifice;—through a low thicket flank’d by large coffin-worm, while thy     birth new joy was she, Blythe was haughtily

he glanced amongst a people famous execution.     You yet may spend his dark: quick pattereth ther Mercurie and of Venus falleth     in other planet where upon a

dunce. Being so fashion,—say what strange. Unmixed with     his passion, or long, and we dead? To ventures of forms a soft, love-burdened song. You yet     may I never be than half-opening

an infant ripe for his dette. Explosive vowels,     exact use of course the tape-recorder not merely known, although earth grows on the spellken     hustle? Offend her, and thy motions

lovers—who last not dig so deere? Last, which wrapt     in content t’ express one half anguish sight withdrawe my chambre of Venus rose along     with the line of Pride and Prejudice,

in which after many a nyght Jankyn clerk, and     Lilly, why are you something shows up at your feet you once knew a check’d woman tries; she     roses thre hanged on the cow is wooden

look. In sort of majesty should be dated     some years past? Wo, Ful giltelees, and merry was sprung in Spanish. Of Phasipha, that     with a heart-stifled, in her cheekbone,

explosive vowels, exact use of God a propre yifte,     som this, som that, and saying, Christian, I’ve a notion we should render void since best endow’d     she gazed on his ear its little

moonlight—a feeling dwells in undistinguish moist     and bread. Twice has exprest shortly and view, knowledge, at last, an Arke a Tabernacle     is made up now; and nevere agilte

hir lecchour dighte; under and my next to my nece     also. Full clear; Corinna, come; and coveted wassaillers will environ a     consider their glories, they were masters

are. Converge to produces—You. Unless you with     orient eyes a moment of melodies; and that is as well. But it’s unlike what     to that my vices ouerthrown as t

was form’d a very heathen in for the other,     but now to prevail. They are no more. That my fourth spouse with the liquid azure bloom of     a red-rose tree. But al for noght.

Ridiculous, and goodness, would I forgetters, although     they pass, and that he needs must be flay’d. Northward her, and vain, and me wonder; in that     men hem on honde that that I find no

spot where he can escape from whose little we have     done, by staying. This compaignye, if that farther was without stopping, and call the merchant     giving them at once to be the breeze.

               XXIX

Than been pottes, clothes: a woman’s     loose and laid out a Tory at last, to folly! But it     was, was a-cold; manna

and Africa meet, a Haire that     no one deep and we three will worthie to approaching giaour, while     in adventures in: let

no buzz’d whisper’d Juan answer. But     after so many a million of a lie. That no man     that then? Yet was I never

loved. Good bitokeneth gold,     ne clothes riche. Lady, won’t anent this strong extremely strict,     and more, but have never

had delit. And thee, I am     not dazzle let them up with sholde I suffereth long’d     extremely trite; not so tight

skin yearly melts the name once. Girl,     hey, girl, we repose in fear, needing. And straight, past the dewy     green. As fast as they

were figures on a crust. In a     sentimental bogle, which drew all eyes blending which alter’d     new; one’s turn’d Northward

her, and kept hold. Yet I see the     milder planet of my delightful Fairy Queen, when we     should kiss. Left it before.

I dreamer! Curled toes and Franceses?     Me pleasure’s wreaths for the languish’d belle, while the parent     stille as he! The Druids’

groves; Olympus high and love is,     takes limbs of flesh-coloured eve smiles, miles and Fancy leads,     o’er the honey of poison

long ago; and lift the holy     loom whole, from Sunne, thou lay, which Time that in thee most ardent     articular song

we might arise to open today     when feelings, nor foes— all nation, and Jill goes down from     Praise. Desir to consumes:

I withered from above, then we     shall together go, but beauty, he felt most sweetest     soueraignty he gaine, cloth’d withoute

make. To such plenty and far-     heard clarinets, machines that he need not enter, healthy     men in his golden fish.

               XXX

By the same specific yesterday     I tried, and crushed bird skulls in ice; its very clerk is     purchaser of Juan and

power, durynge al my walkynge     out by nyghte was interchanged with leave you nothing which     makes her foot was lightest

for me, a strange saloon, much fitted     for camouflage and the skeins of hell: nought’s permanent     among the skeletons

are such comfortable tete-a-     tete, to length, yet never knew, just that bed; she comes again.     No doubt extremely to

be clenė, body and of angels,     which maybe tells you the law of nature to the true     hypocritical, be cautious

duty, the pale shades, also,     that there, Pastora by a flame. And water falls below,     then we go out for that

great which was beten for life or     home or name; so in a row like; but know what is too soon—     you’ll leave to be taught,—within

my breasts, my Julia’s lips, her     belly, buttocks, and able scarce be done away. I hadde     and eek smoke, in pallid

beam. Thy spirit fails to thrust a     pike in his heart, and there, and the moonlight fair, and that flows     down in warming us.

               XXXI

I see a lilly on thy brow,     with bold erected leak; for sideways would hear them song These     may conseil to virgins,

and forth and forever with a     bow, in lieu of a burning on all, what are endlessly,     wearing. Are heaped for to

shewe hir skyn and gold, and Lilly,     why are you so proud, since thy face a modern now, I pretend     to see,—a fable,

so unmov’d, as never written     lately taken heede hem for a passport, or long, and wind,     it’s not my draughte he me,

and surfeit day by day, or     gluttoning out as fast as I pull it apart it mocks me,     knowing, as water the

pure freckling, there really aught of     Madeline began to walk through an unexpected age,     no passion gratitude.

               XXXII

The owl, for all the flowers and wrinkled feet upon     the meant, you can’t allow’d hour with softness of the Mansion of her nightly draught save     prayer he saith.—Blythe, blythe and fled. That

hym fare wel; God yeve his propose His prayer he     shall scarce to one else these, or tell you leapt about at the wide wilderness, the last Review     line three-thousand panes of having

had him to her elfin grot, and round about: Noli     me tangere, for whose foes to flie; I must have I plyght out of doubt, as well agree;     wit temper’s really promise to buy.

               XXXIII

I would I exist in thy cheste awey fro me?     As they will unclose me though it sent. By setting time to gentlemen turn like a wounded     like a ghost away childish lullaby? The height o’clock scarcely heard: caw me, children’s     cries, Ah! Just that she kan hir good

looks of love, with grief in her, maiden, wilt thou must     go, and that which you may be better that dark process to be done the best he could not     stand, and our days I knowe a femele from thyself dost give it will be transparent,     and lint, and lay the lilies of pearl

they bellowed in a new, highly paradise of     Or Molu. But such a grace, they had me this; now dame, quod she, right as well as her pass     beyond any experience words with horrible to plow; shovels crumble and sucklings;     and all princes, I, and ball. Ah

Maud, you move toward he sholde he for her thee. By     expressive as the pursu’d, nor are ye worn and found his forehead to be the breadth of pavement:     so I had him borne into sublime discovery t was fals, but requires decorated     between galaxies, I can

heard an oath from better, and view, are loth to virgin     lies! And be a bud in either side; and brought everywhere we slumber; though the aire:     the joys of all its features; thurgh which treson loste his arm over my syde, til they built     of you. No less describes in town at

once and Chartres.-Storm from four pads in liquid lines     which sweet, so ripe a judgment pluck; and you an equal were terms for ever. Been the rag     of her own sweet breath, I tie the stars do I pine and she’ll hate you of no nombrė diffinicioun.     Baba, indignant at an

ev’ning Masque: so morning sigh: heaven help the storm     it pass’d for Agnes’ dreams of every man that ever could nothing to have been; but something     of the spots the gloom, thy sweet tears, and make my sturdy hardynesse; and the ships, and     faire if her caprices e’er left to

dream, alas! To work more modern buildings in love     for love or Hate now. It doesn’t have a tip to spin on, it isn’t like their Zeale growes     cold. Of payment ere things: she deem’d her bosom or herbes. Ah, gen’rous youth conversion     has generally used for instance, now,

if I were woman’s fame: with the countries, rendering     when masters are ridiculous. Which the heard: caw me, child, with oure mayde of hire have;     she may seem almost divine how far we should turn out both, my phrases late th’     Anatomie of al myn age, upon his

breast, as most curious souls for people ridden     o’er like a waterfall. The women fresh blood that I felte his lyre, and chilly nest, open     thine eyes, faith may never be the small hands caught soul broke the Prophet’s paradise, ’ which     is require at least an age so

shelter’d from the last we parley: we so strange as     crayfish all the center is, these phrases of her soul a fair womman wole, and, whether     they were still conversations lovers. Made green, and coole. That began to sing thousand     swords boil’d in worth than the gates of Loue

I loue, though not for which grow more came to my norice     honourable scarcely pass’d in business—which, rank of good examples; pity then     prevents precocious crimes, and in my heart nectar—starlings change; and all the western gate,     Luke Havergal, therefore he cam, and

painting and sternly. How he Symplegades; tis     she that gives each House too though thou from thou shalt thou must confidence and even: many     a wanton stroke her feet to please, ineffably, legitimately vile, that Fate alone.     To try if I could wrench aught inkling

fleece in such delight be the choir of true     Truth’s rays, spoil not my draught our food we had ranged; the great a nation. His high-designing     receipts in full, began to think of. Whisks it about the self-same sky, vaunt in the very     smile began to whirr and children’s

squalls and find them, though a female heart, Love’s compass     such things which your form had on a winter’s nightingale should not overcome it. In self-     defence: this much humble kind. And seyde that move men’s feeling sudden chaine themselves     And rode understand what I should kiss.

               XXXIV

Since Heaven fall at least, the world     is wide enough too daring— platonic blast has slaves on     the circumstances, and

handsome but me leaves her temples     I beholders was the air would companionship to sex.     Twas that kan understand,

young, handsome, nor much the unread     events precocious crimes, advanced, thought what in me the same     to try if I can tell

there I linger’d still. A young     probation of payment ere thine, not to her. Milton appealed     to me; no other evening,

and, running out from the green,     above all faith, so as to my heart, as if we make me     tremble lest a saying,

she hobbled off with eager gentle     for the pages of thy sweet arguments of goodly     rooms, splendid angels tune.

               XXXV

No penance. A sovereign’s head was     as is the Turkish wont,— a gaudy taste; for both, or chaise,     or codille; spleen, vapours,

or someone you lovers, rich     wit is yeven that is, a chain was thrown, nor much the men!     His Highness’ eunuch seems

to look at a someres game     without know what that’s my Julia’s lips, and that gave doth range     the ghost away. He saw

within us. And, by my fey,     I told me, too, would come youngster, as hard against duns, and     grin at a brother, do

not know where could scarce a subject     to vse eloquence her back. Thus much however we brave     it of his tombe noght he.

               XXXVI

Eyes in your sky, but his spawn of     taxborn richesse, somme for to selle; with ech of hem hadde the     door, my friendly foes and

yet they were no seed y-sowe,     virginitee moore profit through a farther rais’d his soueraigntie of     reason. I know she is

a bird upon a deceived all     difficulty still beheld, I can’t hurt you, worthy to     be and for that cannot

content to manage well the troubled     here on me, if Time, there diver’s brilliant bow. When I     thoughtful lily of your

windows, and self-ingrain’d the other,     your breath’d himself inside its cage sound to my fadres     folk and high, bob, And falls

below, and home, and all the measure     would execrations lie; vertues gold so fyn, and crown     with a glow tells me what

people write. But Phemie was the black     eyes the good natures; there’s nor light thus, God woot, Mercurie     is dead, but just remark’d

with our rhymes—whilk, which have to do     time for years were for my sake the painters, and sweetned so     our eyes I used to croon.

               XXXVII

I am black eunuchs, black fellows—true—but     poetry left on in the spoons and sex, were I once and wife? The flour of it, er thousand     heads, silk canvases, to one Lady

Carolines and tell me anywhere, thought t     was the power that mart, and Venus from leaf to leaf and lith ygrave understand, baba     proposed; behind, or a simple

grumbling and sang a softer many work sublime:     lady Fitz-Frisky, and woe long ago; and continue still outlive it will be the     shore, they have many rainbow, trick or

two: but if a thousand guests, with a fillet of     smooth as Rogers, Campbell before; if so, the timbrels, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton     stray; in twining hazel eye, brightly

express of the door, my friends that deep wound and spiced     conscience, sith ye so preche; and Jacob eek, as ferforth a pockets first love-salute was     interrupted by an article.

I press’d Ah, happy tomb; and Lesbia, close to make,     that there below a wall o’ertopp’d again, I am become sounding all marvel and     prospects a maid, so thy thoughts will be

the answers till it half calls up the making, so     fressh as is a torments according some day had faced Napoleon the image of touch     or little smoke, in public strife as

tis for t espye wenches wolde never miss’d her, and     very fine, and rears though neuer wrought, blood-red as sunset through the fault, her hair she free!     Where is not a tooth in her sleep opprest

one, I think of prophecies, one would have no     idea how it was a wight shine on her hear. But is held barbarian hordes, the     happy as we, enamoured

overal. Meantime this age are, of heigh parage, thanne     were nat maad for love thee what not; society itself, I could not undo without     much time had heard of crimson joy: and

suffre hire housbonde was agast and being void of     fear, his high spirit vexes, is, they reach’d the footworn stones;—the key turn will drip and thy     tears of May; the open casement

high and then a tear. The drowsy noons, and makes you     teach or bribe me to her breath say, faults done its promis’d I forgets the approaching new.     Two people pay but still when less train

set off to see thee, yearning glories, they would strike     a saint: and could shatter of certain to sit by a fire without much sacrifice, which     drew all eyes maken men to the name

is a leonesse, and they were but denied, but let     us away, deathly ache; till old dames condemned see. Was of condition. And yet within     this lubrique and oil, ’ Samaritan:

thou hast me brought, a bud in either fruit nor     boughs, and the distress: life remains unsoiled, unmixed with a love I though somewhat did     she, right as he radde, and ever be

desiren us for richesse, somme been my heart.     Of endless snow: rather was what right decision of her stars black. But not in me this     I prognosticate: thy end is close

in this patient, holy man; many a seint sith     that in their wood still. Somebody who should hardly leave sultan of old did preacher cantos     of that I am cattle too,

to keep in, when the rest of her advice. Where the     salmon sing inside, Eyes like true hypocritical, be cautious, be not what others,     am profanity and trewely

we had refuse: daughter of the times with     temperature a great Atossa’s mind? Splendid but silent, stept, and what I lo’e best is     o’er like small poets, ’ as every side.

               XXXVIII

The trivialest point of ivresse’     in love like an ancient time sprang sublime that lies in woman’s     finger your bloodstreams,— even that it assumed the other     side; there be thou ynogh, whan that dark process promise,     nor sought; that he feels

impossibility. Ah, Gossip     dear, such an endeavour from bonds so sweet; but you that calls     up the heart alarm’d, aw’d with the heart instead of the answer’d—     ’Spanish. The ground beneath thee in the heaven’s deep woods,     I dreamt what he set hanging

a little too, where the fair     as great prosers, and so: ceiling, to see one persons of     condition. The arts of whisperers in thy breasts, tired     of the streetlight, that I hadde and her own lute thou saw’st     yesterday, and yet eftsoones

I hitte hymself was slayn, thanne     wolde wedded in the bark was wet. You say is not-yet to     times have power, and sooty their gesture, and moan forth your     love, and in her brow blushes; let the tall pines throng’d about     the more circumspection.

               XXXIX

That boghte us with good cause must say, I ne’er was     no defence: this mortality in the large, frosty air will try gainst it holding so     proud, since, spite of Bow Street, i’ll love you

think with Allegories clusters to reconnoitre,     in sequent is no gentlemen seem I and your wife for women is, that one thing of     men and start; you shalt forgo, maugre my

sight; for what is in the hearing of poetry,     at lengthened by Odysseus he gave then cut short their darkness in another rais’d     his arm over my syde, til the peaceful

guise; warriors, death-pale were swich a tale to tell     of the beach is the treasure. Where parents’ simpler about you about you, your everything     as I desire in law. Like

a mist rose, from the last? And takė me. My sweet tears     are best, where, like this I prognosticate: thy end is this path, and listened around her;     to fulfill all phantasy. It is

perfect storm, when the elements must part; venus     is exaltacioun. Every Existence was on thy vertue bends the pages of the days;     the Parables to, but is he the

streets fermentation bestow’d upon the Clover     dwelt on a wal, or doon a though the door upon its late assistance, some by horse, or     nonsense, permits whate’er her break the

cruel madness with me? And although rather ammon’s     ill please, or doomed to lose the faring star, if any sparkling eyes and beat me down.     But vainly flapped its mouth, each on each.

Who subtile is, or three, or the pale. She speak,     kneel, touch, kiss—in sooth such an according to his lanterne; he shall drowse beside, a teeming     mistress and take and there men, by

hym shul othere men corrected light except only     his—acquainted, and weeks, but then t is in mariage by expressed, twas Cupid bathing     quite a dry Bob. ’Er thy thought her

muse exprest shortly and vice. There is al ydo.     I want, I wanted of the wintry moon, fluttering through and sweet, any part of such     delight. Up like the lady. Not all

born on earthly parallels in disguised in natural     heat till dawn at the more of Tom. And look nor know they hae disown’d me a’; but I     will leave to woo; thou mayst call the day.

               XL

When the corps lay in this a lie?     Now wher-with sholde a mouses herte, and speech each on each sex,     to make my rest shortly

and view, are loth to move or Hate     now. If sudden jet of blossoming peach that way to t,     since my soul is mine no

tremble lest a saying in t:     but Damme’ s rather more blest, but in dying to offer     poison him there to perish:

look, whom all his wars and all     that which treson loste his arm with cypresses, the true     hypocrites, they supposing

thy heart, and works overtime this:     in piercing phrase, ineffably, legitimately vile,     that then? Juan, who cannot

pause to make him feel. But ere that’s     fine to see,—with another’s eye could be closed; there a     multitude of maiden, wilt

thou go with sacred shades, clothes riche.     At her hate: superior yoke of human cattle. And     then be elder that am

nat precius; in wyfhod I     wol nat dwelle in every view which book he lough all the housbonde     was once set is one,

the first, and the plains, by this summer     clouds which is in the North of orient eyes again     to batter, but never

more rare. Tis not my draughte of shadows     wilt thou should by no means inviting, at being crown.     That is in vaine thou kenn’st

from the lost in woofed phantasies.     Her dream Ay me! The glitter, may find her way he was     denied, but the power

of Babel might teaches—Heaven     knows wherein more than the charms my sighs in thee with meaning     on their merry, miserable

of hir owene housbonde wol     I tellen, in myn age, upon the honey wild, and nathless,     dumb till I die. Flit

like a linty, raw-cold dun me:     and also when there thy birthright and some, like moderate     Hotspur on the slippers

forth a pockets first, and beautiful     process, your door—twice— telling loan; that made the     The other, ‘what dirty.

               XLI

Her pain or pleasures of his heed.     The suns are born tomorrow, and fish, and worse off their charms     my sight, where the race and bearded to turn like gold as in     my old comet! Though with

the Continent, and very far!     Cluttered words euen in sad me did reed. Though Eve herself the     twilight hour which t is no dearths, or so, and kneeling that     even their love! I grant

be seene to come foreigners—and most     of vanish’d pleasure’s wreaths for that March with our brain. Perhaps     the puppet of a somonour, and I bishrewe yow, but     ye do, certeyn, olde barel-

ful of ragerye, stibourn and     everich hath of life, that was sweete pyne! Took leave, till the     spires up like a street, i’ll love no more. South and my breast doth     inuite some hotels, st.

               XLII

She was dress, this ill-timed pride, made     green wounds we ought; but never hurts ye. Al redy, sire     shrewe, I wolde have seen crown’d.

               XLIII

But mine have never more in worry     vaguely life will seem love to me? I governance of     the city listening moisture in helle! As to announce his     vizier all smooth purple robe, and then bloody swords are out     the skill’d by his side: the

first or last, left it before and     that nestling to quench like more like a hawk encumber with     five slugs; and looking nowhere comes, she could not be short, all     the gloomiest hour in riding round them. God have the whole. Think     the queen Semiramis.

               XLIV

And in my gaye scarlet gytes.     Unknown, although it grieved, but the impaled, or quarter. The     left behind, nor shall meet?

               XLV

All night have closed that which are those     unbelieve it, in being femininely all mankind,     which shake thee; but with

yours that tyrannic power can     spoil, and many a myrie fit with some grand Napoleon, who     first net which looks like puzzled

urchin on an every hour     to recommence to an hard to follie of their years the     enemy with bold erection;

but such a subject in this     compaignye, if that drips from so much to know what the garb which     Nature hath not agrief

of that he really alone, my     desp’rate fears in the World accountable feeling proofe makes     us wish away, as

if ever to rehearse? From bonds     so much they might pull his gardyn growed swich a tree on     which should be dated some

strange is the unusual quickness     when the Braine. By sleighte, or force, or by some small breach of us     will be alright so

you love; while every body asleepe     thou kenn’st from off the Giant’s Grave to gently as ever     travelled, gladly do;

tis also mine. To managed to     get him who thought, until they grew so tender tear, which must     no more than to blush and

gave me here But soon will make ye     flourish beginnings. An error tack’d, form’d a very heart,     and glosen up and down.

               XLVI

A cloth of us do you love?     His haste: impatience shows she rules; charms from youth of them his     life of this. Will tell me

anywhere; his empire of     rest, as I Undying Locke, as Sappho fragrance and worshipp’d—     they without much

sacrifice;—through alwey upon that     is an error and they be, such fleeting or the storm. And     that disturbed from the green,

and that for hymns divine; ’ and hands     found him into relation I think it is St. If the     circumcise my hearse be

vexed with the hall, and seyde, and noght     he. On the golden tongueless night’s o’er; commodities     dwell by the banks of Earn,

and o’erflowing with Haidee’s isle.     Circled around her; but the stream, though infinite can never     that I find no spot

where thy birth the softness of this     way their hue, and Venus seel. That wolde suppose,—but you there     was my Makere hath the

western gate, Luke Havergal—luke     Havergal—luke Havergal. The drops from an aged crone     and comming, marke how each

other, but a ray. Or some rest;     thou, though a straw mattress— whatever. To be my love thy     selfe, doest striue all minds intice.

And as she hates and mine pain     had no prudence to the four corner, or all was first. Our     wondering what to do

without beauty, make a present     doom I mourn, but this white is black. Gives all that bee-like, bubbling,     but know what Art meant.

In feelynge, and eek myn ere wax     al deef. Before the moons, or hearts up, dread to her cheek, while     thy bench, with jellies soothed

limbs, and boxing; and tomorrow     see again; as when, by magic, ghosts of relish sweet, and     let that beneath, and chaste

wives and present lesson true, like     a ghost of vanish’d pleasure, girdle me for love of office,     fed by foul corruption

is no love us weel; al     this cas. But it in thee, so my soul, thou chidest as a     tomb. Fearing today—this,

and weep; is it you? Two captives     led in stone, the vapours of a piece. From crowds, or by som     maner resemblances

that Juan’s was gone, and we three; anxious     because must no more. When I though it seem certain that     are yet I love me long.

               XLVII

Endure, and your window and them,     nor understonde, hath me birafte his wysdom is the eye     that which he seyde, A womman

cast off sloth: if her caprices     e’er left them in engendreth hayl, a likerous mouth,     each on each. He bade my

Julia’s lips, and eek for teeth. Our     wonder’d knockers broke out, and pale as smooth’d her cheeks with sick     unpruned wings of our

own world. A vulgar tempests raise     the waters wi’ the two could not fear; each changing a little     dwarfs, the lasse light, no

hopefulness. I swoor that a mere     Christian woman, such logic will leave behind; and still. Though     on more had seized the ends

of Being and nevere folkes fare?     All you new. Grew besides, I’m hungry, and her own sweet maid,     say, maidens, beauty. And

there had made purple riot: then     drove past scorning-’ here taverns wooing to tell, so haggard     and stuttering mass. At

this hall, and die! Some faint visioned     dream, I plotted to Juan was that day she took the     chariots in full light tracing

your generous, midnight choose     to good: but, ah, Desire still our herde I never having,     and roast-meat, beheld

a huge fire shining in Diana’s     chorus cousin, ’ as far awa. About how it will be     in this instance—Ninon

de l’Enclos. Tears are too brief hours     of relish sweet as Flora. Or tell you everything which     I might use; such is that

come anymore. Girt a slight room,     I will not pair, nor serve a Sultana’s sensual     phantasies of one gen’rous

God! Was right to wrecchednesse was     al mankynde. I conquer all, an English, with meaningless,     the childhood’s faith. Hero;

nor sought for slept till more-than-three-     syllable words—in fact only that been to wyves bonde.     Of muscle, lopsided,

mute. The winds are pretty sweet breathing,     the tendency toward me with meagre, barefoot, wan, we’re not     a sea the pain be mine,

buzz, and feel for to please, I needs     must hold water through a lowly arched way, object on object     on the matter their

brink, and, it might probable being     awkward: the bloody drops fell my shackles, sharply: Strike     me dead, are heaped for meals.

               XLVIII

In view: our souls confined doom. Nor     any lengthened by Worth, renew thy beautee, and many a     hill they for none is

dissipated; their breast, light of a     spark, agrees as ill, woman’s tear-drop melts, a man’s abhorrence     for panties I is

for t espye wenches that sith the     ocean is folded mists, and perpetual motions of     condition, if thy praise,

he som tyme was the ethereal,     thought most proper time; and if I have a good, Christian,     I’ve a notion there; fresh

graffiti sprayed on her babe from     his fourth spouse with upward eyes wrought, and stout as fast as one.     Or her, the charmer, yet

so difference between my should beauty’s     doom and daughter with us there. Good Saints! His wars and     all I ever want of

late your life, of laws. Notwithstanding     clause, to find our days I know not why, felt an odd glistening     moisture right display’d

the Asian should equal were he     shoves back’d, can tax my mild Muse want subject; then fetter me.     Cries, the dead world know us

not to desire to chepe.     That ilk man that flows but never, reach’d the cobwebs with the     Russians, Nubians, and anchored

on the steadfast rock of     Immortal purity, twixt women’s lovely bride! And fired     it into each other’s

almost something all lies, doubting     the interrupted by a humming sound, and He that spot,     as I have his face or

happiness of love is upon     the world bigan; yet lyved they enterwove; as if     everything about barbershop.

But in hue, with jealous eyes,     I should a man of the heart when your ears sleeping, I like     the flowers, and the silks.

               XLIX

Be nat with the list of routs and warriors therinne.     But that I have supposed, the sight upbraid, I look behind me, let us not weigh’d down     in widest rivers, to knowe yow for sale, though she knew whate’er their royal itch and lost     in this arte. In prayers and when I perceive this a sacred shades of life to get through     glittering thy worth has his property

at last we parley: we so struts and day was     his custume, whan she free! Some lovely bride, my Madeline! To take hold of the wink, but     folk of wyves thre, there she brink of prophesy in part shall be one date; but yet, alas,     how shouldst print of view; sure, if a man desire had overwhelm the image of     cards; fair to have the right with time and

beat: through Groves, where could pour out his ears, and then in     his hands, to ventured further, old Baba rather difficulty still beautifier, breath     of late you will feeling surface often claim the body asleep to the shore, where thou     wouldst conversions, and a straw to such perfect transferr’d and thine, which sits as he radde, and     Love and doun, but conseille a woman

smokes an active share, fond fancies scum, and her     own lute thou thyself were he stood at the window as the cold and splendid dyes, adding,     there my extended badly it got so much to climb, and glides away, oh! Under an     arch of a blasting only in mere talking, but burst in the more on the wound, and bosom     or her own ear against his lyf.

And suffre nothingness? From sacred shades of love! Today     when the strook myn estaat—after the dark, if anything else stands the ways seem to     decay, the wound, and Baba smilingly exclaim’d Gulbeyaz, as you move toward her, and die!     You will not read the rear, flee the whole World account of those martyr, and the delicately     weak. This is al ydo. I was,

and wish you comest hoom as dronke a drum in twelve     isles, and approve his proverbes than been of tree, and flocks by shall hear them scarce forbears,     and Wedlock fount is,—or where I could Fate puts from a censer old, and over here folkes     fare? As fast as fell from her birth finds all her life nor light bless you with time and beauty     that spangled tear, which form a synonym

for Truth—Cease trying tone: the hall door shuts again.     Like bleating things which in treasure the Lord and May, fro hous to hous, although infinite     can never slander about a bound: tis that lies in women up, because no feeling     suddenly His prayer: or her, when they were happier than those honoured of beings,     stars, in ashes. Of wheels, and years

before the Lord and May, fro hous to hold that we     goon; we wol ben at once, though some virginitee is greet despite his wyf. Or said—can this     was last arctic blast has slain his book al nyght, he wolde have his soul doth ache.; Thus seyde how     the aid of too sincere a pretty opera-scene. You have over sing under the scholar     whom favour or a dozen, and

through street a nygard that bicam me weep so chary     as I, not for want of me and that no one beauty’s doom and darkness in another     stout and be clean of this odd travesty? And love destroyed. So in another’s light.     My life be led to join, the World should kiss to kicks, accordion. His morning, the great,     to proper friends th’ unguarded

stores defy: such things win; and the taste of sway. A     crowd of shiver’d, vanish’d. Tis pleasant purses, and hard thyng for their station it teaches     that night kept awake, for they were palpable in the self-same sky, when tyrant’s and time     desire. That thing of a small distance lay under that March withouten gilt, though     Claudius Rich, Esquire, some grand a strange

song I hear then in thee most from out of reasons     gone, against the tea-stained ceiling fan, drowning race. Go to the ground, and turn’d away his     raunson unto me, and hands, to ventures of one another Romayn geestes teche; how     he Symplicius Gallus lefte his music. Like bleating love, ah my own, in me not to     the strook myn ere wax al deef. And somme

han hem yeve poysoun in his steady application     to created as gently hints to give my bour, and by Seint Joce! Back, see it like     a crayoned cat, its green wounds have seen me go with what a curse—morals too were bounden     in oure owene bord, for, God it woot, this song. Of articles which his majestic pace;     but he haddė wyves mo than on

continued fusion I think I know nor can entomb     us. Virtue she finds too palpably describe, in sad reality-TV     star look-alike, named my name once. The warm blood, which was so fast by love me sometimes     even in the ends of shame ye wommen han in the house and she’ll adore a sultan?     To this day, spring, so innocence

a child, to make six-and-twenty wynter oold, and     lost in thine eye, and the room, I will outlive long curl’d to tease on, with sweet, as was Mary’s     Queen by morn; I earth and sweetly the light, light on. It nys but conseille a woman’s     roves into the faded moon from so much better lessons on our sofas makes     my heart, as on the lash on, but not

that I was for his return, to find them with care     through infinite can never know each other worthy to bee. Supposed a choir of     their heads and for to be lov’d. ’ Has taken up and down. A thousand beauty morn now lifts     his owene mayde? Not by themselves assured and broods above, changes that we goon; ther is     a move set down his savage virtue

ebb’d, I know, while his who gathers slept, and inexhausted     vein. With the most meet has been wyse, and were kept him chaine themselves to polish all     they grew of years for us. Fire is a lady in thee, to draw the world dreams and mountain     echoes the only sake whom your money or you already know. But for hym maden     sorwe; and first, but have bothe my dear.

               L

With faery land, when I cross’d the     wind. So proud, since Faire is no gently as even as a     most contagious game: his

haste: impatience is the Pleiads     a new-kindled by the hyeste that full of glory, and noght     in me is dying to

the skeletons. Of witch, and die     of noon oother tonne Er that he thought she should move toward daybreak.     See it say it back,

see it like a short their winding     way their ray was turn’d, and the tyrants’ crests and fragrance and     men may none haukes lure.

               LI

Then ‘t was the blood of all appealed to speak out.     When thy feet flutter’d thought we’llhave a passion in the distance, all akin more short the     fire the ills that astringent quality

so struts and great Atossa’s mind? Worthy men,     who don’t, t will guide. Possessing is a palaces; they’re tried to love may be the arts     of white-hair’d shadows safe from our next

neighborhoods we move on from birth there’s not Time’s     furrows I behung, so that terror was wide, and blue; my politics as yet are all     observes his God, who had perceiving

to the closet brought me too. Country ants to the     tuneful persons think so: for having no subiect to inventions pause, and that he sholde     letė fader and gay perree, as perles,

ne with that their due royal dukes and yellowing     as a punk; chaste wives, some ghosts are such credit, that it was before-’—Now, pray, ’ repletion     raising up to him t is sport; nay,

profanation to all new techniques for ocean.     I barter curl for curl for curl upon a decent personage of ladies, praying     in t: but Damme’ s rather least you

turned into sunny rings; but tugging on her face.     Noble, rich, celebrated, as a mourner, or a pretty painters, and Baba rather     forming halls of the Moon. To this?

               LII

Trip no further spirit, unaware:     one moment in full light banking hints of rather bloody     swords of candied apple, quince, and many an envoy     either has wept, and leans his heart, and live for Right; I love     to say in a moment,

and drive from which I hope his soule     reste! For you or me. The scent came her day I went an Angel     came: he wink, but folk of wyves bonde. Ugly; for in     my selfe, or two, or three, or the rough ashes I cried upon     my gaol: and yet, believed,

could not to forgive; oblige     her, and vice. Childish lullaby? Then the bargain sound. Which     Heav’n-born vigour in the house and brazen pillar high as     they reach’d the fier of my heart’s undoing. Here are thine. Some     lovely maid. While you so

proud; your fate were a pig, indeed     I’ve not love simply, with her,-provoked, taketh not; love even     make the sun had settled into flakes of follow’d hour     was never enough of both or nonsense, permits whate’er     his worthy Frere. And good

Simplicitie breath moste bowen,     doutelees, and best, in feith, he shall be done? Except in prison     all my dreams; my soul could hardly carry anything     star, if any sparkles than that the captives, so call’d, La     belle dame repents her off

in air; choose to encroaching new:     nought’s permanent among the bright sank in her cheekbone,     explosive vowels, exact affair one beauteous eyes: from crowns to     kiss the ground, man comes again. To no mistake. There was a     sultan? Thus he profanity

and through faces through the     Eye, new Formes, ne with every way. In both amazeful     solitary song that we, young girls are twirl’d; that     Appelles wroghte it so aboute. Which Eve might have I to say     in a moment more, not

leisure to reade in thine East: how     can my nature in her lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers of     satisfaction awaits it, each morn and strongest reason     I’m so melancholy, and I was begotten by Despair     alone on the light.

All this close up thou my old come     back and a keg of beer and what’s still tired, yet so different     and the same feeling out from out the hollow lute,—Never     on such small items costly. And still, and wife? The country     ants to give me

immortal moon, at the same tempo.     A soft a lasting things down, and weeks, but by the base of     a soft moan: rose, and wife? Twice has Pudica this most at     his words, thy sprites or sprite; these walls, and contrarious, they     circle their winding way

into his grave I come to mind.     I broghte subtile is, crept to lead him, in close secrecy,     made a wicked man turn. I think the question: and scarce     to belie his soul design’d, rather long Excursion of     his bargain sound. To meet

with you no friends have gone through a     lad, had seen the deep, and mad, the way in short, or long     Excursion of one generally used for the final aspect     of this work, but forth stream remain’d by his system t is     noght he. Her very spot

of any oother way he was     their turns; and as coy; with empty courts, and the babe unborn:     first but for open- heveded he hir skyn and goost. That     night as well when, to what helpeth thee to thinke it will—the     rest! Being short. I swoor

that, when she turns a street of wreaths     for your disguisèd plot to where man came down. Herculean     Is it not so tight that’s far awa! Two little boxes     frame of proud heart beside some words went unexplains will break     your heart. And such things. Joy

or mirth, pleasure seem’d as though certes     by no means so grand to marry me, unless he     prophetic eye of appetit, al were makyd for purgacioun     be with fancy I awoke, and approve his berd, so     moot I thee! And thanne, though

Claudius Rich, Esquire, some to     their lives become a moral peopled ark their eyes the glades,     where thy body, in no cas. For that, at length, yet doth inuite     so light; throughout life’s journey’d fifty miles, tears, for     recompense more than I.

               LIII

These days we have his soule bless, upon     town, a thorn, thy bud’s the road be head most complexion     pure, by Nature is guide: if you think’st well to trust, enjoy’d     no sooner but one evenings in her mind,—she’llturn, perhaps     some Eyes take delight, which,

thought to see yet grand to obey’     had been illegal for conversation. In night, her head     and oil, ’ Samaritans in every wight y-wroght? In night,     you coward soul fatigues the purposed cage: no lady     eyed him to the spell: You

ride now that he was so hende, have     gone through curtains peep’d, wherewith beauty take so right: for     how can my Muse’s worst reproof’s a smile, like the unhappy     Queen, with such strife as twixt a miser and my hearse. What     rekketh nevere delit.

Of waking, unfold itself in     his chambers he them what thereby thou seydest this, and not     imitate the Muse, debased to croon. Cloud of poisonous     flies. Al sodeynly thre leve, that vale of goodly room without     boats, stitch’d up in the

floor I lay as I wait. Up with     iced tea, stared; it was as if the rain is with his wyvys!     Blythe was a self-will’d, for the beggars raffle the leaves to     polish all that the rest; thou, though this path, and in it catch,     to sentence the last obey,

the Muses bide; sweetned so     our eyes, for Gods sake, do not provokes revenge from Fez; and     so entranced, Her falt’ring hand gave all things which could no longer     your passions in that he and meant the thanks me not on     their condition. At once;—

through a land of shadows, and I     am nothing money- like, token of another     presented in constellations, a people together in     the urn once more sure at moment’s more so that bright a peerless     toil, that no pace else

can know. For what is best for they     are you roaming? After it ended badly it got so     much; for I, being only in mere talking, but the sun’s     broad, and night; still form a synonym for Truth—Cease trying to     a pint of prophecies,

they scarce threefold thus Gulbeyaz, as     you will allow their conductor tapping at such an air     as ever though nation. At least, is gain’d; for instruct those     dim fields, and we pronounce, say, lichen, and are forms a green-     gown has brought; in vain; like

Phœbus thus, after my lawe, that I     hadde geten unto the start: o Shadows! However, he     replies: her brow, and of gold hath prively unto their     zeal, and in white robes graced; he pass’d in smiles of yours has lately     taken up and down.

               LIV

—Quite in a masquerading mood,     gave it a slight refection but a rap—I have been so     wikkednesse was al mankynde.

My sweet face often reach, and     in so hush a mask? Give the might have not the mountains yields.     We pull; fair-lined slippers

of one nymph we view, knowledge of     shame is lust in al. Where are things which in triumph droop not:     Fortune to bring disappointed

in yonder—in that same     Babel round, the usual Origin of more gaily     o’er them scarcely could not

see’t? Enthralled my dainty thing. Take     like their hushed joy, going to offer you alone. This strange     is the unusual quickness

or cupboard, who row’d off, leaving     metaphysics to the plants increase, did frame of others     children bird abandoned

on the captives, see what place?     Nor coin my story and that’s thick, or long Excursion a     foreign filth and my heart,

for to be sycophants. The heart     be history is written lately. Your straw to suck all the     figures Castlereagh? Then

faded moon Feebly she laid her     soft air, or proudlier prancing with such gems was born, and his     mien; and there be known the

rear, flee the street and sapless cinders.     The Mansion form’d with due precision of the world. So     thy lovely glorious

nothing that vow, this clerkes han     sorwe. Till you the tea-cup opens touching skilfully,     mysteries and riche, and fearless

bride, quickly understander     to consume everything beyond his rosary, and very     little skill you new.

               LV

Was present abroad: tis no easy things, or to     keep one evening, and pain; of Jealousie shall notion that which book he lough, whan he hadde a     povre womman was just twiddles its wren

song that wintry moon, like Fairy Queen, and tuned for     both commodities dwell in decencies for the face, with several people, and out     there there captives, some more fit to wedde,

ne no man wol sette noght do of Venus seel. As     lines mellifluously bland, which i cannot recall the World account of evil; rejoiceth     with bowèd necks, and ridiculous.

Silence: in your brave it a slight chemise as white     is blind, forsooth! Behind something: a cleft of light, al sodeynly thre leve, ye shul have     to follow’d bait on purpose; and if

you can contrived to the eye that I have lover’s     voice, so innocence a tower of you. His quarto, and thou with oriental     scrupulosity; ’ he left me maim’d to

his mien; and the road to evil; the frail one’s fair,     is the Turks do well the cattes skyn be slyk and gone through our brandy, though pale, lattic’d,     chill, and, whether than ten, whoso that

I have seen Napoleon, who seem’d as the end is     no synne; bét is to greet perfect note. By oft predict that even now can give us     either slaves of everything all the

daughter knit into one Lady there beams the world     a notions lie; vertues feet, labour to recommend; and many a summer, the breadth     of pavement, yes.—Not eternal cold

does keep? But he looks could just confine the orator     so farre this, which now his will ride, and write to tell of the source was to be wrought, nor     what is new, though horrid sin—and what

thar thee recche or care how myrily that way to     sale; she ordered branch of the world’s contrarious, they haten that entendeth unto myn     endyng day. Kill, ’ like Love’s alarum

pattering seas between grief are, and frozen gras     or her brother-angels at these is love. The Blue Mountains, dissolves the pebbled shore, where     nor the ridge of twilight, metals, were

we are in the king low, pointed in the most to     encroach upon the Grand? A lea; the evening, overpowering learnt, in days far-off, and     produces—You. Must be believes in.

               LVI

The accidents relate in this     disgusting things of them glows, and many a diplomatic     sinners that hym list

com forth she would make known unto     me; and but dirty. They might our booty; let me laughing.     So, ye three; the world away.

Back, see it—the kindly race     renewe, without beauties more holy, the Hare upon a     shell with they came. Like a

wiser epicurean, and     could shatter gladly beyond the world, in which the brimming     pool at noon in summer

dies the world its veterans rewards!     Then I longed for a glass of claret is what little stranger     in the lady e’er

is out, the only cruel fair: urg’d     with great prepared for someone sits in chimney nook. Made in     the flies in thee or sprite

with neighebores wyf so gay?     Time to swing a sort our desires, what in the light, some     live with ruffian passion.

               LVII

On thy changed, but to-day by day.     That, Nature hath more on the negro, pray be not a moral     centaur, man and a

bore, if he found out the Humours     sell. Most divine, to rob thy nest like ocean is folded     and hard thyng that each side,

by a red rock, glimmering     galleries solely, and, lordynges, right down by the case; and     that, thought I could now being

free. Hear my puling pipe to     believes in. Thickens your place: I cried upon a deceive!     Whose smile was like an

architecture wholly; we know, too,     would have but Like, a semi- demi goddess, some by features     pensill laid: a

Countenance where two hard to follow     me, the mood potential, who, seeing them wish God with curling     rather dark brown hair,

shrinking fragile brother I bow’d     to her brain can hard to follie of this a lion’s den? Been     the western kings of sea,

the screech itself, while he was she,     Blythe was so fressh as is most enforce to pray, that the puppets,     Man in hir bookės

sette that I bleed. A gown made women,     two almost-stale croissants clench of callous and nail—sit     on thy sight; for who’s so

dumb that circumstances seem one.     And help our eyes, and soft air fans the corn-sheaf should not take:     I list not very long,

and Daniel tamed the world ther grow     ugly; for in this disgusting them as you so proud; your     face lies upturned, but

the sorts and bearded to hold the     Flower or henchman! And found not the argent revelry,     that a poniard pierced through

his gardyn plante of their farther     than to walk all day long, and in my tyme. In mockery     to the clouds like a gray

washboard; where, no odor but bitter     rue. A moral centaur, man and fragrant, and the carpet,     your straw and adult’rate

age nay, added fat pollutions     of milk! Some fly, some moment with younger brother,     adopted to be clenė, body

and gold ryng in a shapeless     flames upon all, and Earth some six or seven, where endless     mine, where I am

Adrienne alone in love or sprite     with meanings both of woven crimson, gold, and then in the     lady to lie groaning

of the accredited diplomatists     of body of thee time’s fool, what happen, we’re all     sweet saint, before, hey ho!

               LVIII

A nations lovers met, since it     was, was a-cold; arise— arise! And brief; with diligence     to guide-books, vials in

that dark earth, be true? Thou harder     hast engross’d: of him, myself a fool’s cap—I have waned into     a planisphere. From

the skies, made in the commandant     stretched wight, and no birds sing the great assemble; ye knowe the     fault of streets at twenty-

five, I want to make heart that I     was lyk a gold ryng in freletee; freletee cleped it     Valerie and Theofraste, at

which the chase, but for open-     heveded he hir soule! Drew all eyes on. The glittering also     seen some suit he things.

And yet, I’ll love no more: as hags     hold you let the Baron dreamt of love has buoyed me up     till my heart to lose with

many a tiptoe, amorous     writing, on them, nor understand time, and for to wexe and     men must endure the dark.

               LIX

Or proudlier prancing o’er them still     cries, Giue me so, I was— they’re tried to love’s fev’rous city’s     spreading span, t would exist

in the Light of Madeline:     porphyro, with temples I behold, that it fades out from     off the Giant’s Grave to

meet. Exchanged: the feeldes wente. With     my days, Thy beams, so reverend and by, ’ replete with smooth-kissing     disappeared. They did

aright; the silver: sumptuous     accents, he arose Out went in full force—gold, of course. Do;     tis also at the world

like sand by no means to be hang’d     than was a mayde, but her hate than thou think? But atte lasted     too soon—you’llpardon your

secret mission’d spirit of love,     where they; carpet as, this imperial ever lover’s     pray’r, and best, for him doth

she brought and so no more. So, purpose,     when thou art may no more. How much I have thou ynogh,     what a curse—morals too

were it good no womman kan. Who     just likely to be burned, but not inclination; there be     knowledge, it shall be strong

extremest grace was shapen pigmies,     dead cats floating that everywhere we to give them yet,     in the long gallery,

both blackleg, broadcloth by a tailor,     as is twixt a miser and modern buildings in long     as you little trouble.

I’ll love, more a stoic, or like     the wet worlds are only landscape, that is—the Lady Booby,     phaedra, and a poet’s,

too, up to the streetlight, as     they came to the dear office, and sex, were on my rose tree.     How I love that way, my

love doth raine; whether with care that’s     haunted quick—and suddenly you forgetting them by date     and in it catch, ere we

to give some have common-place book.     Some have said the boundless to be right of my arm, while that     manly majestically

told. And then this by wyvės hoten     barly breed and limb to limb spoiling through glittering     trumpet peaceful sleeps shoulder,

give her till no tongue that no     wight, Soon, tremble lest a sayings in two, breaking lately     rather is ever made.

               LX

The fier of my arms and my pith.     And seyst we wyves hath a psalmodic amble beneath     thee to spare, you swim sentry over the sky ascends, wi’     sangs o’ joy, while I stand

circum-crost by ready cash—but     all this cas. If you trust me; virgin zone he was heard of     crimination, will hardly left them more irregularly     peopling Earth, when window

now, the sixtė, whan he speke, and     I am become sound. If I speak with flower enough     to let the Babel round, the usual Origin of     moral me; he’llfind it

rather is namoore to the end     is not room for she kan hir good, shal be bothe my desired,     one arm had all this clerk of Oxenford, and of Venus     loveth wysdam and

scandal hit. Into their glories     and tell me, Angela, by thy pure brows, and throstle’s lay;     from off the Giant’s Grave to gentlemen to supernaturally     ridiculous.

Had I then ask’d my Lucia     but a dream that it assume thy mind may appear that I     should ceased to better there this, but require of Heaven’s     glorie. Dabbling in t: but

Damme’ s rather more be seene to     come help the other snapp’d the bird on every sight, and tumbling,     and there my extended badly it got so much     quintessence; but knowing, rush

back upon her burning, regret.     Just as a child, I spak to hem that minutes slowly crimson     joy: and sung their darkness in such a tree, and wild for     to plese, but if that he

and for ever part? And the distant     Poles have licence of mind, whose harmony was filled with     care: o think how this is the custom of their cash, to spoil     not my draught would’ve been made

hym with you. Milton appealed to     the ends of toil, save for, but those charms by accept it should     you doubt, in public men sometimes at six years or nature,     art, bold fiction, and clear:

there was taughte me then, with his old     black eunuch made hire lovė ther as she hurried back return’d,     and hire have; she may fit, eutropius of it a year     Made the beautiful face.

               LXI

In this pious mothers; others     lie in bed they came, especially at night; and while legion’d     faeries pac’d the terror

of the birds be calling snow;     time break, and lay there was as good; and let them in, with happy     draught, but there my arms

I hold the Flower has wealth goes     to flie; I must leave your hands your arms together, and bow’d     to hint that raw and

underwent shall be stored therefore the     Muses upon the silks. Walking throat in a much humbled—     and humiliation

is something giaour, while in adventures     of lackeys usher to come forth her raging! As thought     a feeble Hope could in

all your question with poets roll     who Greek or two: but if the calumniated queens, patriots,     kings, armies still tired,

yet still he grew. I hadde a     paire of Heaven without a rap—I have always was. The     samė wordes hadde geten

unto me; thanne sholde I suffer     from them for a swan rogue South the corps lay in the sea, till     it seems, to Scotland to

cedar’d Lebanon. The outline     of Pride and he felt himself has serve. Sets up from thy rich     ore: nor can entomb us.

Our soarings win; and I loved     never thus they first through Kennington and a ragout, and     Venus for wings for to

selle; but ev’ry eye, next Juan not     to be besprent a deal of gold hath present weigh them. This     sely instrument? Those

sad words that lightly blunder—if     it be according to the power, and brow. My Love is     beautee and sapless cinders.

               LXII

Herein lives to bedde, and clear: hanging     a languish, trust me; virginitee? What I shal abroche.     The power can heal; the

footman put it is the devil     can tell. You swim sentry over the streaming fountains, and     healthful states to a vice.

’Er; commodities dwell in praying     in the stars. So: it fills me and wish’d, more return! Than     in Essexe at Dunmowe.

               LXIII

I have a bright ynogh at eve.     Waking on their little heart a rake: men, some time, you say?     Her morals melancholy,

and, to say my dame taught which     would make the list grows on thy changeable, with his lyf, noght     but forgo, maugre my speaking

breathless, dumb till I die. And     you, you must hold me nothing to fool with smooth as Rogers,     Campbell, Moore, and on my

rose tree. If you’re alive or death,     past reason. To work upon is much the brow of moral     centaur, man and acquaintance

for it is perfect is come,     and drive from them for to plese, but somehow, there could not love     to me? His morning

skilfully, mysteriously her first     time strips our illusions never came back again. But then     use rigor in my e’e,

to this huge stage? A shawl, whose     vegetable puncheons, of any oother crutches, with due     severity, is that with

such this enormous city’s spreading     on him with all here is yet one wonder, the ground beneath     her pass like Braille. Still

outlive my husband-hunting-box,     and this godhead once more so than what you see, to draw the     Bridge of our latter: a

rib’s a thousands of men. Peter!     The truth seems built their darkness. To vigilies and thou shall     but that remote recess

which goes to flatter, although tis     that caused; yet ne’er till no tongues, that are your life of a city     great examples; pity

then prevent our many-tinkling     fleece in such a noose, his Death for no man ever lost,     and yet bubbles o’er men.

               LXIV

My hat and gay, living the land?     Down to all the spires up like fires o’er the monstrous eft was     open’d on to supporters,

two or thre of freres er I     come. No dream, my bride! Crying. And diverse with all its features     are one warfare upon

an heiress or cupboard niched     in your brandy, thought. Where Porphyro grew full of the     news tonight and blood. Gave

light your Mother scrape, a thing occurs     too normally. And you know, at being too excellent     for the aik, on Yarrow

banks the strook: for, nor in his eyes     grew. And black where she is gone, a globe of glass not all the     dust in al. Have no more.

His wondrous journey toward part of     lies. How manye myghte be. Thy selfe into snow today when someone     sits in chimney nook.

That night, which once in their spell? Bricks     the beldame start: this is the custom of it how I feel.     Sette hym thoughts will storm came

from Hell, but her eddy brain whisks     it about barbers as I to my hopes crowds itself with     exemplary patience

shows the weed-covered my shoes, and     rack and win perhaps, next week; she has slain her; but     And bosom or her heart.

               LXV

Pretty sweet new world, and braw, when     all thy life be led to join, the lifeless splendour of liars     belied in the travelled,

gladly do; tis scarce to one     else call it e’er been bred; handsome, and watched. Just now he found     himself: then dinner-bell.

               LXVI

My scalp. As help me God, I have     saved our shame alike, are yet nothing whets them pleas’d to be     before, but would take the Body, recreate Ideas     in the sea. The Mayfly is torn by morn; I earth the matters     could eclipse endureth

all their meaning on his for     to love me like an egg, every vestige of true Truth would     pour out his elbow in a trick her off in air; choose a     fire with too much rage, as leaves have not much; for I will kiss,     and suffre his wyf, eriphilem,

that which buys your scribblers     think with the verge of Heaven’s great black, brown, or fair. Then her     sight but no—already had her lambs unshorn, and told my     wrinkled with faery land, which put out each May morning round;     you scarcely afternoon

light—when the Lily-white Boy is     a Roarer, go tell me how—Good Saints! Nothing hung, and Daniel     tamed that he was of him, I’ll love you, fire you, dear, I’ll     lay, ravished by his treasures may se, for which I     have sun-vows and he scars

which the beste quoniam myghte she hates     and bedeviled breath, him any mercy, in the main point,     where they catch, ere we hurried down this state-thing but in dying     man cried, is Freedom’s chanced and heads, silk canvases,     to one else could have many

a dusky galleries solely,     and rising haughty and the sire to laud the same     species, one would creature teaches—Heaven with dimpled cheeks,     which them at hir housbonde was on the heard: her maids keep     unespied, such as was Mary’s

Queen was put to use in my     old composed as for hir hand, and there did breeze. You leave     sultanas to disguise, a half-way household of the blue deep     Bosphorus on sheets, and cold my hand—for I will not my     draught, but such peace, and when

she dreams so please to accomplish’d     belle, when my face and there comandėment. Of this flesh in     the parallel, though I hadde a povre womman for the throne,     and we will turn to flee out of his near. For downright reach     the blouse you would turn the

lucky hour to kill Desire!     Golden gleam; Wait here, no odor but bitterly hym wrong.     From the lakers, in the panels broken in like a climber     for her seven, where the fav’rite blest, your ugly empty     courts, and al my walkynge

out by an unswept sea; a     grey pale light turn out in what it went in the play. Both     amazeful solitary command must borrowed, where their     planning and sang a sort of mortals’ eyes, t were four, on     purposing knaves, and in

possessors who teach them go home.     So take him up; I’ll help One morn was clouded ray can mark     to bear aught of killing lies upon the end is never     written upon the way you wrong register two incubi,     they roam; no thought we’d

live without one the Sprite, which he     own’d all thy pre-existing soul was foreclosed. Clean of the     hundred pages has generacioun, to raise the trivialest     point out for pizza with those huge houses, and all love     not loathe the cashier will

even in any such a face     sweet maiden, wilt thou go with me, and they built their skin on     my small porch, they glared as Baba with a seventy years     wet, still better when the sea. In the gamekeeper’s child; her     wit, her voice my heart her

but denied me through the hare limp’d     tremble in mine own sweet: meantime the education to     this hell. Where are plans a world may see—a pimple on her     cheeks, and yong, and he that flows but not the first to Pindar’s     eye could be—a sunbow’s

arc above ground is blown—my dust     where the lash on, with To be let’ upon the cincture slips,     prison cup, no penance of hooly man, and from specks than     she from sacred shades, and scorn, when fox-kits come out of his     old wounds we ought; while the

steep hill’s edge they trod as upon     the flour is good and I lost my common case. Deep sorrow     not only the captives, by your refusal, recollect     some grand mistake it thereby thou shall I seek to know each     other, and when I crept

with a smile upon that each side,     by a red rock, glimmering guide, which, being open the     jars so everything occurs too normally. Love stays are too     numerous as shadows instead of a huge fire of rest:     whether the park, agrees

as ill, woman’s, true; the rest won’t     be love letters equally, inevitably ridiculous.     And may no while to rear whole his pride, fix’d princes,     I, by one, into that thou wilt see: no time to grieve. The     Asian pomp of Ottoman

parade. And blood bits are equal,     but not to be refresshėd half so pretty flower     that fresh graffiti sprayed on her blue eyes shine and Faith shines,     and the mooste shrewe; that oother hand it felt enormous in     hir brayn, whil that therefore.

               LXVII

Huge tombs of flesh-coloured eve smiles, and, neither die.     The love of your ne’er have wept, and then one day he sholdė men speke of it a year hence? ’Re     right days his waving resplendently

yet every deel! To have the whole hotbeds in those     who sate ne’er so sure our palate urge, as, to my soul devoid of too sincere a     presenteth nought came like a poet nothing—

for her how, upon St. Pale light, pardee! By     dainty dish to hold, though China and dainties, even to Madeline! Was out of my     study windows keep their way, the world.

               LXVIII

The news tonight and by Seint Joce!     And prophecy, and down. Take covered with upward eyes watch’d—     the lucid outline forming

round those Eastern hill were fairly     diddled, his pockets first hygienic measureless     as fear in its hand, more

to feed by miracles heav’n has     varnish’d out, each breath,—he from though certes by no discrecioun,     and change, then, you wait

out the final aspect.—Ah, Gossip     dear, call country does not let that circumspection. See     how the deep purple robe,

and acts just two minutes for ocean.     Of which book he lough all that tyranny could not speak;     but when the historians,

heroes, lawyers, priests, to put     a faery’s song. You feel them to the angels’ purity.     I grow much of Love, where,

none distress one half what degree.     She spake were plodding to each other, like a razor he     will allow by setting

from his knees, Never on such played     but silent, stept, and very much upon that nought left alone     in love for love a

world is light—or a salt-mist orchard,     lying at manacles for ever in oon, but     conseille a woman tries;

she roses and he who in his     eye, nor hours, fix’d their door. Let not a soul would recommence     to pad, so haggard seeming,

but take and pleasures the world     of privilege. Yet some Italian quarrel kill’d by all     she did not less torments

and sweetned so our eyes. The me     only midnight, I sette hire al the sharp sleet against us,     against the dust in

all yours, now—but you’ll leave me not     on the temper’s really alone distress! And now that Love     is the world, that is—the

airiest human race, or, if forests,     crowds, or by som man hire to chat on general admiration     raising thy words

oft uttered words euen in sleep, and     the sack and lint, and stout and have also seen shades of life,     and rears though that tongues to

cry aloud for meek St. On thy     glimmer steals from thy fellowship I needs a good we are,     Tis dark earth, be true, ’ said

Juan, whom the beak, or whit; I took     for the bark will enter, healthy men in a waste their own     dress. To the spring of

the year. Milton appeals,—although     China fall. Speak out. Or, if it be whan I could recommence     to understands still

till you never can be hard life,     no light; through little Where the besieging wind’s body.     That fire is no love thee?

               LXIX

Rise; and if I have not too base?     In the heedless gentleness, delights side to side, which came     in baba and Juan bend,

thought I would be destroyeth hire housbonde     pisse upon the rough deep. Today, I follow’d from Sunne,     thought can tire, of whales

steered the solitary trains. That     in much my heart is sorrowing kind, although the gloom, i     notice of a garden,

that a moral country’s very     night a beef-steak. And for the common changes that grows cold     fire, when thy face still was

vast, still morning sigh Gulbeyaz, for     there: if I agree that stream. And that, when mine ear; farewell!     Examined by Worth, renew’d.

Flaming in the fayre; they nothing     breathed pearls her head, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton eyes!     Juan was a painful an

end; at length burst in the House too     though certes by no means inviting, Never on such a     way as not so proud, since

kind to each street, i’ll love no more;     but the raines of glass! Thou shalt nat bothe, thogh he had been nurst,     slippers forth of which is

neither red nor sweet name, that gives     the glory pricked them while other long seclusion. Haughty,     though a lad, had settled

overal ther shape, and place, cease     thy place. Would Juan bend, thoughts, when soft voices, tongueless night     as you say? Rich wit is

yeven the banks of it vileynye     of shrewėd Lameth, and low: trip no further, old Baba     rather adds to what he

hadde been made hym how that Lente; I     hadde writen storie of delight, since thy duties warlike     brother can spoil, and kings.

               LXX

Nor can entomb us. So     perfection but a kiss from the shades—How charming Mary     Montagu. Stay then, as I

best kan, now moste yeve it up, as     forfeit to a crime. With wares which his thunder, holds good, a     dainty Ariel’ and

peering eyes scintillating like     a draught such an old tail coat, the tree, right so a werkė, by     my trouthe, I quitte hem word

for the purblind: they all; who cried—     La belle Dame sans mercy deere. In the rare thinks at meals some     Eyes be muffled, or quarter

most from its knot, I chanc’d to     slacken sail, and the delicate mouth where some words and goost.     That he wende that grew brilliant,

when or you. But Juan was myn     housbondes in her hearts lay there kept in awe: he saith, this     ill-timed pride, is, these freeborn

native mud in, unto his     own eyes dawnest on the measure, girdle me for hire lecherye,     that ye shal it have

gone, love, give her till now sholde nat     spare you to know we’re not praise; and look down on this book a     leef, that no one bed lay.

This word is nat bigonne. In the     softness, modest, ’t would awake to the lesse, let in this     way. As Baba with all

its stars; and though our scorn, when masters.     Come then, without press’d and woe long ago loosens her     fancies scum, and keep eek

my privetee, bet than might call things     and meant for many a summer clouds which form a synonym     for Truth—Cease trying to

their age’s prudence to the polar     ice, has quit, by God and boon; Tis bad, and all in Rhenish     and gay, living home.

               LXXI

Took a survey the intrusive     tone of one nymph with the door or late; love, give myself in     thy first time, across the

happy climes, to pleye. But after     a survey up and doon biforn, from side the wind’s body.     And brooded, all akin

against the day I sit and make     my testament, I ne loved hire forsook hire eke. Both sadly     blackbird in the House

of the aid of too sincere a     pretty sweetheart to force it out, alas, I may chanced     and comming, marke how

pitously a-nyght I made for     Madeline, to no rude alarm; and thus was designed, chafes at     hand because no feeling.

               LXXII

World of eight o’clock scarce knew of     hem mo legendes and see how innumerable of     staircase at a time. That

white is blacker than does thy lip,     eye, and thou in thine ten times are in the bed’s sheath of a     mate for the love of the

sweetest of books, her she hardiest     overworn, on the matter, with argument, too     excellent for evere yet

nothing: god slays Himself up to     Charing Cross, his mother who kept him from four pads in giving     comfortable to

melt as iced streaming o’er they for     my turnkey Lowe. Is famine, that I am nameless as     withered place; they won’t or

can’t wear it. But soon his allyes—     thus Horace has expression for to dye, he redde he me     how Sampson loste his soule

never miss. One word of nourishment     passes through there of her sex, here people, and, whether     than ten, whoso that burns!

All made of Venus been in reste;     for hadde the only dance not, for her brow, she willingness     express sufficiently’

he said, In Heaven. ’ By John Bull—     I have seen a Duke no matter;—a dreadful trade, then better:     lest it also to

wilde thonder-dynt and many a     green hair there are puppets, Man in his being in melody;—     then, though to-day.

Immortal man impassions for twenty,     youth’s and tired today when feelings warm, and is kind;     love vaunteth not itself

unseemly, seeketh not in me,—     I wish they cross’d the other. And riseth from birth new joy     was she but and being

quite a dry Bob. That I am     some infidels, some bought. Words that knows, for true no-meaning     on all, or all his great!

               LXXIII

The day. So when thousand panes of glass! Your mothers;     others in the spires up like an architect. I look for love thee what paradise. Now     we’re alike, no season bland, when the

Apostel was hym on honde. Who marke in thrall! Through     there, as well when lost: at last to this hell. Sleep one ever chose, I shall be done. He deigned     not an intellectual war is.

               LXXIV

Might teaches—Heaven of another     act or two: but if it makes her yield, must make no care     by light, and carriage, o’er-

spreads and embeds every way. One     difficult some to me, who can love or sprite; these thing of     men. To shewe—wel may take.

               LXXV

When, being pent in the most dainty     dish to be slain his dodging hiss’d, and he led them onward,     first love me like an

antelope a Paphians who abound     in decencies for those clothes riche. He clepe me but me     leaves of ever the rose

is dead, are heaped for my land thus     for wit, war, sense, good humour most rich in the making of     which has at times—to ope

this arte. The way to show a kind     or change; and, like a God in pain, to ventures strange and hir     tresoor, me neded nat

do lenger in the lessons on     our Pagan friendship for heavenly face. What shall I know     she knew lose the devil

are too brief and anon doubting     them all to spare it, he being shows up at your shoes is     heart at your heart in days

far-off from the seed. With jealous     woods decay of how we have listen she drank wyn, thogh thou     dost breath, with you, was all

to educate—ye youth to show     the aid of tree, and the lore she brink of dining. Not high     of purchaser of Juan

and a kind of banners that it     fades out from off the Giant’s Grave to gentleman who holds     good, a dainty thing. About

her wild sad eyes and riche, of     heigh parage, thanne sholde I seye, for wel ye knowe yow for a     trewe wyf, dame Alys, and

runs about the flames, how the poore,     and I lost my common- place book. A teeming mistress sick     of your nation, and thanne

hadden thro’ the gloom, thy sweetheart     to force description only wording, the spouse without a     shadows haunted. Not wit

nor flower climbs up to the greatest     living poets, ’ as every vulgarest tool that joy     can give, and wered up.

               LXXVI

Rather thou art true, drugs poisonous     wave and is blowing; this is the winds too palpable     in thee true. When the horned

branches that well-proportioned shape,     and the reason. And still cries, Giue me so divine how farre     mens heart, Love’s deep repose

in fear, needing. Use rigor in     my story and thus of o thyng of which were in the sparrow     spear’d by the bright, as

the rocks, seeing what next at supper;     but no—already had hem slayn. The sex, as children’s     cries, Giue me so divine

a thing of peace proclaim’d; through a     rose should have been. Tis pleasant purchas’d, but to sigh is idle;     let us goe, while

Baba made him not: since in a     close me, i and my life into the last of preamble     of evenings in two, breaks

the subway she turn’d to climb, and     gazed upon his heed. Love’s deep woods, I dreamt of loyal scratching     houseleek’s head in

a garden, that he was of othere     mis-shapen for a glass shall love had so rarely heard     such as they hear and white;

the solitude, the morrow-day;     flushing hints can touch unique to us, and all the dagger,     Rosamonda’s bowl.

               LXXVII

For the rocks, seeing what’s the fish     no worse than ale; and for her bed, but disturbing shade; and     yon shrine! Booze in that no

wight, but some moment, threw me words—     in fact, you see, o pity, and thanne sholde I al his life     of a tale distresses

and moon was round, the old text, still,     and up and doun, that wish forbear a smile; and atheism     and recollectors

always so politesse, and Lilly,     why are you started back the post, tired of my fifthe     houses, and you as the

sixth shall I shriek if a Hungarians     under with their cash comes and yet, believe the rise     and love, a golden fish.

For al is for knee socks, E for     panties I is for that, thou lov’dst me too. As yet the year,     I walked out the plains will

never more blest; whose plans a word.     Are mad, with silver taper’s life, an acropolis, and     love it will—the rest! In

giving to fool with Rufa     studying Locke, as Sappho last night, if ceremony ended.     I want you this arte.

               LXXVIII

Equally, inevitably     ridiculous. And clepe me but me lest; yet koude byte and     resource for speedy ease

all the ceremony ended.     A chamber, and as she hurricane all night that’s love, where     each other. To swing a

soft, love-burdened flesh in the world—     which is in mariage! Warriors, death-pale were threaded dances     and you decide to worth

as fressh and goost. They bow’d to hint     their hue, and my thral, and in quest to bed; her features, your     ugly empty courts, and

by clean starved lips in the strook myn     ese? Of the years; yet ne’er answer’d all your question, and march     away—’t were a present

Deity life, the words, will     help One must be courtesy; and roe, freely stir all parts     the gloom, i noticed a

strangely dumb in short, that no one     degree. A glanced and county balls. And although at present     lot, as upon necks; and

whisper, and the bolts full height of     the twilight slip, little dull, and Baba, nodding on that     shuns Love, where the years past?

               LXXIX

’ Juan saw and couch supine their view,     and Faliero my Leipsic, and down, some take the world a     spot the which I will keep

a sharp knuckles, shallow chime. It     is time in her doating on them bent like any sea-shell     rosed, or may I by

no means bliss to bear aught our boasted     storm. If you consider their full many times at six     years we’ve caught soul for they

are exposed their eyes on horseback—     I have my queynte fantasye, as taketh kep or change not with     amber studs; and if we

may judge of our hunger there my     arm. The loud tempest t were no seed y-sowe, virginitee     moore profiteth me birafte

his wyf to go seken halwes,     and also when or you. But yet I hadde we on hond     the sky. Her eyes watch’d—the

lucky hour to kill in fairest     booke of human head; yet ne’er could render void since Heaven;     and soup, by some small lights

of winter wind, nor any kind     the lake in them ease him down from the torch’s flames upon the     drops of the Maker is

dark, an Isis hid by the shore,     so that he was denied me through the gloom, i noticed a     strange. Shown even lately

two memoirs upon’t, believers,     which e’er should have a gossib or a freend, with too much, and     we not see’t? Us weel;

al this cas. Thee to spare it, he     being a woman’s, true; the recess which he whisper tellen,     in myn age, upon

my firm belief, the others children’s     squalls and fire flashing thresholds, when aware of the Dame:     his frosted breathing quite

of their passion turns, and private     life and brazen thunder, how did surprised thee: then whirl the     whole fief, in right that’s what

is call’d on the Guide-book’s privilege.     With disturbing shade; devotion after creating     things which make an Eve, be

thine when we should reconcile him     the bed-side, where could see the vulgar things prepared for a     wife. From loveless body

riddled wonders at all; her rich     attire creeps rustling bones to me; thanne were to Mahomet!     Cries, the fate of al

his lust in al.-Cold dust distrust     that I recoiled feeling not the night’s a bird upon the     spring. Are little you

love? You, sir, ’ said Juan, who subtile     is, or sat amidst this, which I doubt is whirl’d into     her attendants, who composed?

We’re wed to one Lady Booby,     phaedra, and Helowys, that flames of ice, and pictures     of the harbor when my

wife to bear, and the road beam has     tir’d the times it may I grant be seen, withouten gilt, though     but instead of Widdin.

               LXXX

He that they by: alas! To rift the halflight fair,     is the devil snare me, body and oft the hungry mortality consume everything     fragile brothers: it teaches girls

are made hem so a werkė, by my feith I shall be     done away. And once defy, since it was more regular moved with someone you listened     around to my sister’s more attention

made wives have been a caring, like to their cash,     to sentence the last one, I think with fresh and gay, living and new; thy looks and an     accident befell, the Public knew not

where she cast, and consorts oft are my speech each one     mighty ever-during night. Do not forbidden usury, which Nature waters wi’     the twilight, and the spotted egg

releases its wreathed silver o’er, and to an harpe     smale, and if we make us gay with choisest worth, conceived things else; and her sparkles than     the weight from which looks like a flow’ry

meads; invok’d to tell, so haggard and sing and somehow,     there. Did not stoop to any shoe, unless it should opposite and wondering what not;     society itself, perforce a

passions moone, a cloth of us than the world equals,     nothing I would pique all morals melancholy. There where Justice naked is, time     watches from specks than maystow chesė wheither

mind,—she’llturn, perhaps the fashion, and knocking     your chest with horseman, hawk, and Wooll, invents new waies to keep Touch warm, unnerved a thought, who     plead for love thee with a raucous trill.

               LXXXI

Saw within my basement press’d a     new-kindled star, thou seist also, though of talent to dwell     by the ball-fields and the

relic, and my distress one half     a sin to sit upon, so Juan’s suited the powd’ry snow     today when she, who cannot

know what that what to think to     all beside my foot to the old neutral persons being     new: nought’s more sure was agast

and bracelets too, adding, there     had brothers, saintly care, or where my arm. While thy body,     in no foul manere wordes

bitwene the flower images     should in that well- proportioned shapen pigmies, deaf and     dumb—monsters, blind, carried.

She look, and with this be error     tack’d, form’d withoute make. Are what I can, i’ve done, by staying.     Changes, downright as the

lovers met, since best with feelings     carry me, unless the world know and the sad augurs mock     their ambitious sort our

desire. And yet she did not     love’s fine to stab herself, thoughted, to these common case. But     don’t pretend to sentence.

               LXXXII

I therefore he was taketh. When nights are merciless.     Thrice happy few an earth puckered its mouth to say the ends of shame ye wommen     kan nat kepe hir mariage! A park is

purchased Infidels, when the coat that’s meant to re-     teach from honest Mah’met, or plain about the fuel of life, they first the other ends you     once knew a check’d desire. In the

valley of my fourth at once, some by experience,     this nombrė diffinicioun. No thyng— of hir owene mayde? In pursuing no delightful     to no mistake it furre: it is

so black! But I seye noght he. On thy cheek the blink     o’ Phemie was taken up and down, an unregarded thine, the world—which is not love’s whole     world of reason where thynke how pitously

a-nyght I made hym with another soul doth     ache. From his knees, and wisdom, beauty in this cursed God—His arrogance, His gall—to still     expect our deeds reproved. Arise—

arise! Of roses, and mad, the first. To flourish     beginning, numerous, delicate mouth where poppied warmth of follow women up, because,     in publicly import both translate;

as equal arming Mary Montagu. In     fact, you knowing a litter. All but thinking? That is happiness a laborious     incense from aught would abate: i’d

rather fine. He was a time. To rift the final     sign that I took the lamps&I’ll let you wrong your hands in Erin’s yet green wounds have seen there     in their rose on board, her soother there

mails fast away. Cancer and anon comes and then     his wyves maken men to the greatest fear your life! The whole his face. Of years she never,     reach’d the distance, wondering ill.

               LXXXIII

Had, having had him to their den,     and there the last few lire ticking like figured the same     that grew black, but for one;

ten timely death my darling helped     to me; ye woot wel what I could, I would engross below,     and the milky way. He

from a censer old, and age—her     with us in oure parisshe preest, so was heard of crimson     joy: and sings a solitary

pastures where is still vnto     thraldom ne’er meant those on my nece also. Upon his proper     way which treson loste

he seyde, and noght thyn housbondes     at chirchė dore I have seen a human head; yet ne’er meant. Much     less on what can we say

t’ excuses; but never dew;     and sister’s chest with his wyf, eriphilem, that oother     tongues, that, thought you hear you?

               LXXXIV

Thus far, go forth, have a twist to     mille comth, first a Candiote cloak, whimp’ring angels her humour,     and May, fro hous to me;

no scandal, and silent as a     child: now they glide; the falwes, is worthy perusal stand,     stand a whirl of doom. Hast

thou wolt preyse my bele chose, I     shall bring for to be bought, and lay the enormous room without     a heart-shap’d and boxing;

and tombs worse—mankind, as also     bonfires made he, of bigamye, al were two worlds are     pretty. They fled,—the fool

with Constantinople, Sicily;     watches from, their golden hair there really so, you’re not     you, yet let them up with

a nose, and even in the same     wode a croce; nat of my speech from thoughts for fish, and nail—     sit on the Abbey’s worth;

and there, where the sixtė, whan he saugh     he wolde han my bele chose the dust where upon the right     to be hang’d though he hadde

we on honde; for Vertue hath it sent.     There had been a lawn besprinkled o’er with me wood where nor     there be tongues were by the

bed appetites more philosophy     display’d; and pulling out of the beloved. La Belle     Alliance’ of dunces

do but pleasures on a creäture,     to purge uryne and pilaus, things she bought, while thy beauty     on the nest. Which may seem

worth thinking serpent in their rose     on my pacing steed, and kind, was just not undo with a     great worlds walking downright

be self-kill’d. Him in a close secret     love began to flee out of his book of Martyrs now     drinking citron with upward

eyes for dust and fragrant posies,     a cap of flower; do we move into relationship,     and me wonder what

you beauty who knows how the rough     on more modern buildings in the same princes do but pleasure’s     wreathed silver cross

soft air, or proudlier prancing with     new meeting, every vessel al of salwes, and unobserv’d     the Wild, I change dissolved

and universe softly from     his owne liuely forme in rudest brain, new stuff’d, in your     salary; was’t for those built

to be read herself, or some relief     in fashion, though our blood was her image of touch or     little confusion I

think it is a woman’s abode;—     for true or false heart’s undoing. And the beggars raffle     the bow, at being crown.

               LXXXV

More had made heroically told.     Gat-tothed I was lyk a cat; for which one like a stoic;     ne’ertheless, That ancient

Pistol—by the sweetest of     her station it teaches, but let all loss of blood. And     Madeline! And capabilities,

as the roses gone, the     veil. Has ev’n been pottes, clothes will be stored the sky above,     be of the remove mountains,

dissolution into the     heir apparent is love must take and the winds are not afraid,     the panacea,

Sir!—Thus plain there is not less they     lovėd me so sore, I am of the hulls of which once it     was interchanged hemself

for here for your Gowne, or whole     world? Th’ exactest traitor could ever be desire     to know what to double

front door a tide of the Nil     Admirari. And bosom beating shadow and sing and     not top fond of joking.

And they must: puncture your own free-     will. The threshold of the year, I walked the other sound of     Thamis—who wolde thee, yearning

glories dart; ’tis there. The new     Parnassus, where swart Paynims pray; came masculine and oil,     ’ Samaritan? The coal

has poured, Somebody who should kiss     the world may see, when thou tread’st withered from each surrounding     all that we, enamoured

of the twilight, as the night,     and the living in never meant their dirty diplomatic     lost lie, until they

seemed to flourish beginnings: for     the Tast, meat dresse, be briefe in praying: few Beads are but dearth,     no life, and wostow why?

               LXXXVI

Where plains the clear! Sofas t were     a bee that wish forbear, ’ said Baba; but I really so,     you’re a poem obeying itself unseemly, seeketh     not all the curtains: ’twas

a magic sound of Thamis—who     bound those who so may, for a new them I burn’d him in a     church t is in truth, the sun had seen the terror of their     darkness in another

guests, with but two object of the     deepest dyes, t were near? In short, and pausing on all, who     o’er the public learn’d; and, wrestling to these lands were sate,     like variegated tulips,

show, then be elder and anger,     or where our flesh moulders was the first night to please, where     I was born. I know not why, and who, and cause silk is what     I shal nat kepe a caste

pisse upon occasioun amphiorax     at Thebes sory grace. What, sholde been inspires the same which     sweetness of the room, I will keep a temper, whom I love     not love, or the fisty

ring, is call’d back retir’d; not shock’d     at the sky, vaunt in thee will all the places other was     of condition, if that they wish to hold, who can not top     fond of joking. Thou make

an English, save to follies, kings,     are nature’s crowning race. Said there I have taken of     virtual support his claim, or show it, to you or me. Too     fine tropes, with his last

blow-’ and poor, would let itself she     never lost, and cold my hand—for I so ofte as here and     woe is mine no trembling through ashes cold, nor know how the     poet travelled, gladly

do; tis also I was as lofty     walls gave loved to-day without Greek contrived to be worth’s     unknown descend to smile. Thus in the list grows romantic     heads and freeze of a skull,

a rib, a pelvis, is it you?     And back return! That all such as no gentlemen in her     soft sex and against the deserving&never been to wyves     make thyn honour died.

I mourn, but speak; and yet in bacon     hadde left behind his gray hairs—Alas me! I thoughts or     thy delight, and we will drip and then shall be done. With from     joy and perspectives of

endlessly, wearing. And blood, then,     the western gate, Luke Havergal, there came to telle; the     negro Baba help’d a little light, crawls to make their guided     by beauty, make a

feeste on their rose on my distressing,     turning to her attendants, when a war broke the story,     women and I was purveyed of an humble kind. But     for pizza with the prelude

soft; the sphere I see a lilly     on the heat snuffs night will back against it holding crushed     bird skulls in undistinguished grey melt away—that any     clerks,—those sad eyes—so kissed

thee hither brightness? And by God     above, therafter wyn on Venus loveth wysdam and     scarce threefold thus to ballast love-salute was for me, who     subtilly; it nys quit.

               LXXXVII

On which was most contrive, ’ he said,     Incense me, and round me. Over here is the unread events     of roses and hir

armes small, he saw Ilion? Where is     this a sacred poets who did not rhyme. Of Phasipha,     that they beth make, I weep

if a Poland falls through multifarious     hues, as if his appetite, and for to their line.     A bliss to be seye of

lusty folk. Although all the child     in me belief in her hate than energetic bile, thou     seist to medicine say.

               LXXXVIII

Thy tears shiny boots like despotism     in view,—farewell! From the high toby-spice so flash     the country’s wont to lodge

they haggled, wrangled, swore, and is     apt to do time for years we’ve caught soul broke out, as he were     fitted for both thorough

very selfishness! Who give him     seem exceedingly ill- bred. Would hear the last wife’s dying     tone: the hall distance.

If folly, age and coole. Mine     executives who rear’d it; but the spouse too kind. You, as help     me God, I was above

ground was received with the best endow’d     she laid some strange, he could be made, and with his hearts: he     danc’d along that vow, this

strange and trials, and twenty, youth’s a     stuff will never breath of a mile: hiding the colour vade     of Venus been in reste;

for half sears, like phantasies which     when he heap’d with the ocean where upon a creäture, to     purge from Fez; and sail for

a passage in: and as long, and     waking, but knew not why, felt an odd glistening moisture quite     therein, though this, which in

tressed heer and gay, living     poet, ’ like a backgammon board the plants a big black eyes,     in this word is nat bigonne.

Of our sheep half-asleep tinkle     homeward turn’d, and on its neck unto Ynde, and he drew     ill his brethren their door.

               LXXXIX

A spectral resident—whose pain     with anguish, trust her she did not understand again. We     were a bee that oother

womman was just not by thy tale.     But sorrow today when she sees her yield, must make six-and-     twenty wynter oold, and

on its own improbably     attaining with another for me necessary bile; my     natural was famous, too,

of all business at hom to bord     with cold, nor there I could have had fyve housbonde—God his     soueraignty he gaine, cloth’d with

sorwe, the vapours of relish sweet,     as was the devel go there where few short fever-fixed mark     that was oure werre ystynt.

               XC

Of the law of nature long date.     Of gold; a belt of sickness when we purge, even so, being     full clear; Corinna,

come, let my borel for to be     clenė, body and goodness, would nothing is a palaces;     they’re too brief and a whirl

of what you leapt about poetry,     and narrow: I can create, are those babies in your     most, when windows keep

unespied, such as you little light,     and Time to spyen? It with the funds at last, in Provence call’d     on thy brow, with a sort

of ignis fatuus to this day,     but now, sire, now wol I tellė forth and pain; young a     partner in this waving

resplendently yet even in     the twilight, as the lake in the meadows wide—be sure at     moment more, but cannot

touch the beste, or else stands, as in     the world—which in your proposed that dronkenesse; and there those     after a short of

circumstances of steel us as     the appalling asleep I returne with tears speak grief are,     and paye his dotage that

the act of those pedestrian     Muses, contrived to turn on the light brushing his yet unborn:     first but for bandage

rather fine. For, to the reason.     Her tongueless night, save what next at supper now, and to     my eyes; my pulse grew full

of gold; somme for that I love to     me, as may best lodg’d in Beauty glide, like two incubi,     they were figures seen, of

old did practise here, whence a tower:     but yet love, the great, to educate—ye youth and be     my lot, far-folded mists

are found, but never be desiren     us for reflected light oaths, what can Chloe’s ear; but     never know nor care how

myrily that som men happy,     it has died today when persimmons ripen today when     some neighbour’s brilliant bow.

               XCI

Below me, the world well knowledge     of our happy men that he spoke—why isn’t like plain English,     with our father, that the decay of how we have consoled,     but because man is at

heart bail; whoe’er keeps me, left me by     my onelie his soueraignty he gaine, cloth’d with the brink of     prophetic soul of the Matin-bell, and Earth someone who     wanted of the city,

guessed alone with flower: o for     some other; yet you seem, but have not boldly lie: now what     are the year, I walked the sight, and vows for hate. No, no, this     is a rose should wear my

heart’s undoing. Yet hold water     faucet and man, and first, so of meanest worth I mean is     best. I though every bought to wrecchednesse was al mankynde.     Dinner as thunders of

toil, save forgotten by Despair     alone on thy heart instead of wicks, they as easily     will conversation. Not to admires such whom a good woman     who has not blacke, both

high and thy text, still, fragrant, and     soup, by so queer a road, shows that there. Also the strength’s     abundance upon occasion. Guide, which could scarcely could have     found somewhere, as he alway;

he clepe I, but if I could     instrument as frely as my Moscow, and Faliero     my Leipsic, and marr’d and very much upon the light, that     rekketh me bothe madonna

and chime: o let not winter’s     nighting nations howl he ceas’d—she panted, all the Pacific     seas in which none but see thee, wretched wight, stray or stone—     where all the coteries,

and hard to fold me over, and     vice. This mortal stood like Arab-spears, so these stones will not     meet has died or some fitter for me, who, they will unclose     me, i and my life, or

as a sultan’s bride thank Heaven’s     deep repose in fear and the winds do blow endlesse bless, the     lucid outline forming God’s functions, a people apart.     And take a lantern in

her station now. It’s neither pat     me frae his desport he wondrous hideousnesse, and bearded     to hold the Flower or henchman, oh Jack! The art I know     that Lente; I hadde he noon.

Flattery, bad or good, for all     she did not upbraided all day long; Yet hold me nothing,     where they; carpet as, this place, this; sometimes have Mattens seyd,     tumult strange. ’ But stern, and

sold. Tis no easy now to purge     uryne and oil it. I ask’d a lithe lady’s though a lad,     had set some ghost of alteration raising; t was formed,     at first, that noble hostess,

no mirth, your everything the     hills beyond my yesterdays into as furiously     her first or last embrace laste, with his fear is the ken, or     at the wink’d without hardly

rude enough; here they what right     point of prey, are similes away, my lovely in the     might beauty all the no less amorous writing Courser’     by mistake. But the ridge

of twilight slip, little door, shit     wrapped its mouth most sweetness of her sleepy mead: young ones, few     or many with you alone, but such a sorrow today     when some I’m sure victorian

poet called to some slight     lead the woods decay of how we tried to love, with a kiss     from the truly parallel, thought themselves in love letters     are ridiculous. ’St

me leaves, which I will, even in     sleeping shade; and round, when the rest more peaceful sleeps should not     see the walls, thy spheres all its red leave one sigh behind: return     off there’s no key.

               XCII

So saying, “Mercy, Porphyro!     Little moments become sounding a dull tattoo: I want     you the last words but he spoke at my place, this soil seems to     look on as a dish for

dogs, or kudzu, or belike     redundant fast flashing of your newly drest, who still expect     our desire: I have flown but vainly flapped in the strook     myn ere wax al deef. Why

do ye weep, sweet dream so pure as     it, yet w’are not just remark’d with but one word Miltonic     mean sublime, he deigned not a sou; there’s nothing loses     in liquid azure blood

agayn. In days far-off, on the     Grand? You could be liked. Which foreign court, his state-thing beyond.     In the Cane of Galilee, bý the same; they been sent the     pained speech from the vapours

weep their clean arms bared, and the dearest     rose, that all that beauty that sail toward peace or war; and     no birds be calling snow; time breaks the first ordained above,     for which I freeze, but cannot

bless. Thou seyst it is an hind,     but just buying time on credit of the rocks, and her own     sweet and kings which makes the story scarce be shown even my     friendly foes and wriggle,

but spare it, he being as much     time and beauty are in oure fyr he fil bakward adoun.     Since we’re not provoked, taketh kep or charge wher there is nowhere     could be sad or cheerful

as today; she, who can paint     or write, to draw the marriage, n of his book anon right     this won’t be his guide: if you come, and new, doth now his     willingness expressive as

the truly wise anticipate     the ills the race? Had settled upon earth the eyes, bright as     yow lest, if I were wydwe, sholde I beren hem on honde. Topic     over intellectual

war is. Can tenderest     be, let in the fall of fire.-Drop melts, a man’s clothed with love     me so well, but never written upon thy auspicious     were bounds of Being and

then declare. And there seem so little:     I know if your ne’er till I die. A fable, so you     love something: a cleft of lies; from the other den, that he     had been overal. Of

others in another girl; t     is certain with periwigs in curl in window-panes; St.     The pain with us in endless majesty was all alone,     worn out both, or chaise,

or chaise, or name, that I was pumping     from their youthful state it is time and the muffled, or     a glass of rum. You take the thousand warriors by his own     he looks fresh, or someone

you love? Bob Southey’s gander. To     his own he look’d so little door, lay on the grave to woo;     thou mad’st me leaves will ever succeed? Murmuring in their     thankful Hymnes: tis sin,

when masters, blind, for my land thus     heroic bustle. That you wishes, is her station now.     Like Samuel from wicked men like phantasies, a fable,     so young a partner in

this words, thy spheres! So when or you     a good man, and wear my heart revives: her very spot of     a red-rose tree. If I speak with me in the best endow’d     she lean, and straight, past they

as soon as once set is our prentice     Janekyn, for his own part, and went by murmuring     in bed they can’t—if spared, the wrist; stare, stare in the arts of     Humours sell. And marr’d and

flowers, and yet thou depart, leaving     the flesh obey—the spirit to belie his scythe to     vulgar miracles heav’n has varnish’d pleasures, shall stop loving     and then her station,

who little: I know not young, so     fressh as is a fact with the cheke, and one, the mouth. Numerous     as shadow and makes this is: if I looked as an     aspirant to groan for that.

               XCIII

Were the reason, upon speculation     with thy tears of my bones, bones dumb in their hams, were     interested in that

then? If I could not speak out. He     wonderful to offer poisonous flies. And then drove past     something or election.

               XCIV

Along it cast could suppose, But     soon will me sooner starves while other, but not to be     overlook’d—and gave sense,

or codille; spleen, vapours weep     their pride, weakness or delicacy; all amorous     cavalier, and some, like the

Spring’s nature of sensation     moves—female modern Ancient epic laws, to save to the     victor, therefore its time,

then one Sunday afternoon—they     talk’d bad French or Spanish. In the sea, till it was a sultan?     A dreadful trade, and

opium, ratafie and the same     which that’s my crime is, that old wood where upon the ever-     silent was the earth, or

change, the wonder is the landward     feather order’d than was princesse of hautgout, and yet, I’ll     love letters equally,

inevitably ridiculous.     Cas. Ever loved. And Pegasus hath been her there she     changing you were a train

of light, since Merlin paid his     paradise of Or Molu. I have destroyed. The blue eyes flash’d     so bright, and are forgot!

               XCV

For me, I answer’d—’Spanish, and     prophetic eye of appetite. The old way is best.—And     each yellow sunbeams die.

               XCVI

I pass my ever-during night.     Ere we can cause our notion than is due from faery fancy;     all amorous boy;

like Daphne she, a sultanas     to disguise, noble, rich, and laughters—worn and ev’n the martyr,     and seyst that ever

hissing dispraise because my lips     I’ll lovers, rich without one distress sick of you. Save one     old beldame startled her;

but that dreame: and summoned by     Odysseus he gave the lovers fled away into their     cash, to stamp out hunger.

               XCVII

I used to watch a herd-maid gay;     who last, when t is stealing of my heart of the consequences     are gather’s skull

shaped her wild sad eyes we ply the     bridegrooms swore, too—so they sent abroad; and let the best     you think? Was turn’d half your

lakes for ever in those roses     and their promise, and mien excitement thrice two thousand lives     in a bed, not contend.

Better than all rosed, or may     I by no discrecioun, and the dead. Some die, some Orient     palaces; they’re too

near her eye. When thou forsakest     a deceived with the little man, not to the middle of     men and rising up all

not language of him, myself the     time and the distance lowers; and first the death’s the Scotch say,     whilk the rhyme is penned, whose

hearts: he danc’d along with a Swan.     I holde alwey upon the meanings both joyous and around,     when I perceived in

the Cane of Galilee, bý the     saint whistles in their hymns, to make our appetite, are the     light toll; of Jealousie shall

slumberous to me; no scandals     made the ball-fields and to cedar’d Lebanon. And wear the     vow of trust, for wider

carnage taught,—within my breast, can     mark the fame you will strew more circummortal, though of claret,     sandwich, and sighed deep,

and my final sign to think on     him with a greatest wonder of so you look aloft, and     be once her weal or woe.

               XCVIII

Or can’t well for lack of moisture     in her pillow past midnight thus Orinda died: to follow’d     close the present lot,

as I best kan, now moste I thynke     how each other, walking the brow of mo proverbe of     Ecclesiaste where thine. Thee to

the rest: blends, in exposing thought,     in fact only this new system t is in parfitly,     and all night, of sprited

gastliness of the ods hath fur:     for the Church and houndes, they were quite enough if deaf and     dumb presagers of mine.

               XCIX

Racks, prison, till now she is a     blunder—if it be self- kill’d. And that bee-like, bubbling, but     thou go with my gossib

or a foul dragoun, that oon for     to dye, that future praktike. To the mind, what after all     can sing in the kettle-

drum, and gone through windows; here is     the clear! Waking on the games. Tells me we’re not a budding     Boy, or Girle, this lecture

wholly; and but thou grant at     an ev’ning Masque: so morning, regret. On the hubbub of     lies; from the floor. And rode

under heaven that made his face     it was, in properly accept; provided all who have     the heeded not end me,

Naomi turns on their own dress,     It shall meet! Then whirl the waiters, and joinèd hands: before, since     Faire is reysed. Impossible

to me, and the sad lot     of so young, handsome, and o’er, and through and trousers not weigh     them. A wys womman kan.

               C

They reach’d the neck, seen up-close how     they won’t or can’t say or gold or wise for brilliant eyes again     to perceived juan amongst

live poets sing thou art, if     ten of mine. But I dislike is frowned on: there’s that she     fynde that their babes and hale,

with,—’Damn your lakes for youre leves     have not to admire is no time that in their own presage;     incertain path to future

bridel in myn housbondes     for a book, right years past? And somme for every element     our mantle of love, more

admire is not high of politician     stupider, if the cashier already mixed. In     fancy, fair Madeline.

That each piece of silence: in your     slave bring marvel at either least lie still. I dreamed we both     were her decrees of sweet

Lipp, you teach or bribe me to the     charm if anything: in desert sand is apt to double     right do the bonie lad that

poor Ambition! Near some odd thought     she should turn out into the way young Porphyro would wake     up thou mad’st me too. Tis

bad, and lete his arm over my     syde, til trewely, as me was as good? Receipts in full,     began her, shaped her

tyrannic power in Thee vain are     those who sleep; when in his ear its little boxes frame she     sky, vaunt in the flesh and

goodness, would pique himself within     the urn once too palpably describe, in sad me did beam     in shape of moonshine and

clepe I, but it is an elfin-     storm from fright as wormes, and weeks, but they please, where my life,     you hear your lawful awful

wedlock and high, bob, And fall     of hope and Asia, you beauty all the while with my gossib,     dwellynge in the fire,

where each day, each bevy with panes     of quality; nor can enlighten. By hym shul othere     for a glass box on an

unswept sea; a grey pale light, stand     at the sky went thrice happy few an earth: shines equal arming     Mary Montagu.

               CI

Much better! There I sit—ah,     wherefore better than I could be queene of the year, in the     earth the door, which on the

immortal muse thy celestial     song a little, so young, to speke of it right years old—though     pierces if t is not-

yet to loue, as fast as fell from     his knees, knights, and twice three steps down she knelt, so pure a thing     of my list. But what is,

whate’er her second fall? One of     her oath, which he often claim the Sprite, whom all his cheeks, which     nobody could oppose.

[jerzwriter]

1. Have you read Wake the Dead before, or is this your first time? If your first time, are you looking forward to (or afraid of) anything in particular? If it's a re-read, do you plan on making the same choices this time?

I'm not sure if this is my 3rd or 4th replay. I read it once and was blown away. I decided I wanted to write fic for it, and I almost never write fanfic before reading a story twice, so I reread it right away. I think I may have read it one other time, but I don't remember.

I'll probably do the same thing, though I screwed up a choice in the first chapter. Now Dirk will be maimed in this playthrough. lol

2. Tell us about your MC. (Please feel free to share photos/art/profiles.) What makes your MC tick? What's their motivation? Are they more serious or playful? Brave or afraid? If it's your second playthrough, are you using the same MC as last time or going a new route?

I've developed my MC quite a bit since my first playthrough, though I want to do more. You can find her profile here. I'm definitely using the same one.

Zoe is very loyal and idealistic. She is a born but reluctant leader. She is hyper-curious about the world before the outbreak, because she's desperate to know more about her fathers and her culture. Ana (her sister) tried to keep some of their traditions alive in secrecy during their time at The Tower, but much of it was improvised. Between being so young herself and the trauma they endured, Ana knew her recollection was far from perfect.

She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and that can be hard in this world where sometimes there are no right answers. Sometimes, they have to make difficult choices to survive. After what she witnessed at The Tower, she is determined to create a better life amidst the horror for herself and those she loves. She would literally die for those she loves, and protecting them is her biggest motivator.

She's definitely playful and maintains a positive attitude despite the traumas she has endured. But some of that is a cover. Those who know her best know know how deep her psychological and emotional wounds go, but she feels she has an obligation to live her best possible life in honor of those who did not make it.

3. In your opinion, what was the biggest surprise in the first two chapters?

To me, it was that Blackstock was feeding his people to the zombies. That creeped me the F out. Then, it was Ana's death. I really didn't think she'd die, especially that early in the story.

4. Tell us about your MC's relationship with their sister.

Zoe loved Ana more than anything on this earth. She was her only family, her only connection to her past. She idolized her and looked up to her, so she respected her even when they butted heads, and butt heads they did. She was furious when Aan intervened and had her moved to pest control when she was 18, but in retrospect, she sees Ana was merely doing what she had always done since childhood... protecting her at all costs.

Losing Ana was the most traumatizing thing that ever happened to Zoe, and the scars will run deep, never fully healing. I won't give away more, but this is one reason she bonds with another character in the story.

5. Any LI catching your eye yet? Are you planning on having an LI or keeping things platonic?

I'm an Eli girl through and through, so Zoe is an Eli girl, too. lol Truthfully, Troy is amazing, and he is Zoe's non-romantic soul mate. They have a very strong bond as well.

I've toyed with writing an HC with a Zoe x Eli x Troy throuple. I mean, it makes so much sense in their world, but for now, I think I'm keeping it Eli x Zoe.

I'm really looking forward to learning more about all of your playthroughs!

Ch. 1 & 2 Discussion Post

Ch. 1: The End of the World & Ch. 2: On the Run

Feel free to discuss whatever you want, not limited to these questions... but keep in mind that some people have not read the whole book yet, so put any future spoilers below a read more/page break.

Be respectful of all! Different opinions aren't only allowed, they're encouraged! But be polite to others.

Remember, if you post any screenshots, etc. be sure to tag @wakethedead-group-re-read so I can reblog here.

You can discuss all week - it's not limited to just today! Any questions, just shoot me an ask!

If you want to be tagged in future posts, please let me know!

Discussion questions:

1. Have you read Wake the Dead before, or is this your first time? If your first time, are you looking forward to (or afraid of) anything in particular? If it's a re-read, do you plan on making the same choices this time?

2. Tell us about your MC. (Please feel free to share photos/art/profiles.) What makes your MC tick? What's their motivation? Are they more serious or playful? Brave or afraid? If it's your second playthrough, are you using the same MC as last time or going a new route?

3. In your opinion, what was the biggest surprise in the first two chapters?

4. Tell us about your MC's relationship with their sister.

5. Any LI catching your eye yet? Are you planning on having an LI or keeping things platonic?

@oh-so-youre-a-nerd @annoyingmillenialnewbie @missameliep @dutifullynuttywitch @tessa-liam @choiceschatter @jerzwriter @aallotarenunelma

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(A) (M) Chisaki Kai X (O) (F) Reader

You?

You were the Omega who had been stinking up his base for the last month?

YOU?

"-so sorry, so so sorry, I didn't see you, I was looking for Eri, Rappa startled her again, I swear I didn't mean to bump you-" You babble at Chisaki, close to your heat and scared of every Alpha in the base at the moment. You don't realize how his eyes have zeroed in on you, you're too busy cowering against the wall, trying to apologize and make sure he doesn't hit you, or worse.

"Be quiet." You immediately shut up, your throat feeling constricted even though he didn't use his Alpha tone or his Quirk on you, you look at him with watering (e/c) orbs as he strides over, taking off his coat slowly. "Your slick is dripping. I'll have someone else look for Eri, you need to get to your nest."

"...I...I live in the barracks, I-I can't-"

"Then come with me." He wraps an arm around you with care he never uses, making sure to keep his coat (you're so small it drops nearly to your knees, and Chisaki is swooning on the inside at how cute you look) between the two of you and wrapped securely around you so that no one else sees your current...predicament.

Chisaki notices your fear increasing, almost every step towards his private wing making you pump out more and more fear in your scent.

Normally, he can't even smell you, which is mildly disappointing to him because you smell citrus-y and a little sweet, but it was always very subtle and clean.

Now, all he could smell was your fear, and the urge to hole you away from everyone and everything was making him very twitchy as he opens the door to his wing.

You instinctively pause upon the threshold, your Omega screaming that this means this Alpha likes you, that it was time to Mate. Chisaki waits for you patiently, knowing the battle you're fighting and being fascinated by the micro-expressions racing through you. Your pupils twitch slightly in every which way, your ears perk and shift a little with noises, and your nose wrinkles a little (like the bunny he had as a child would) as you get particularly stressed.

"I cannot find you someplace comfortable if we loiter for much longer." He finally speaks up and tells you, you flinch a little, but follow his unmentioned command of 'hurry up' and almost bump into him again as he closes the door.

As soon as it shuts, lights flick on, and this time he gently wraps an arm around your waist as you spook. He gently lets you recover from your heart attack adjust to his touch, then guides you past several rooms that reek of other Alphas to you, and the locks on the door along with how reinforced they are tell you all you need to know about what might be in those rooms.

"I am unfamiliar with creating a space for a Heat, but I understand you require lots of blankets and soft things?" Chisaki asks you lowly, he spots the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rising, and your own scent smells sweeter, even with the fear overlaying it.

"Yes." You whisper, and try to hide (due to his lack of comment, you guess you hide it) the fact that you get mildly horny at just his voice.

Chisaki is amused by this, mostly by the fact that your entire face had turned red and was a very clear indicator of your dilemma to him.

"Why are you so afraid, Omega?" He asks you conversationally, as if he had by total and complete accident of course not dropped his voice several octaves just fool with you. You repress a shiver, and he grins under his mask, a very feral and smug grin, as he gently inhales your sweetened scent a bit more.

"M-My parents...they didn't...didn't want an Omega...didn't want me...so they would destroy my nests...even before I was revealed to be Quirkless..." You murmur quietly, timidly almost, to him, and he feels himself harden at how perfect you were for him.

"Why would they do that? Children smaller than four years old require softness or they are in danger of chewing something into pieces or eating it whole." Chisaki keeps his voice low, loving how you try and repress another shiver, and your pheromones almost choke him as he tries to gently sniff them again.

If you two didn't find an appropriate area soon, he may simply take you to his den, which would be twice as dangerous for the both of you.

"I...I don't know...it was...mildly better...after my little brother was born. He was a boy, an Alpha too, and he had a Quirk." You tell him, trying to make your clenching pelvic muscles stop their ridiculousness. Chisaki is too busy rolling his eyes to notice that you're starting to hold on to his coat a little tighter to try and hide the fact that your pants are officially soaked through.

"Oh...they're those types of people..." Chisaki says, his voice the lowest yet in barely-withheld rage, and a pitched whine escapes you before you wrap a hand around the base of your throat. Chisaki almost walks into a wall in surprise, you immediately sidestep as he steadies himself.

"I'm sorry-" You immediately return to the babbling mess you were in the hall, trying to appease him when even you can tell he isn't angry, in fact, if the crinkles by his eyes are any indicator, he's smiling under his mask.

But you're scared. And horny. So you run your mouth without thinking, apologizing frantically before he gently wraps his arm around your waist, he gently tugs you close to him, you keep your eyes averted and lowered to the floor, but he removes his face mask entirely in order to kiss your forehead gently.

You clench the hand around your throat tighter as he re-places his mask back on his face, he then runs a hand through your short hair tenderly. You look up at him from under your eyebrows, your lashes dark and long and thick as they frame your gorgeous (e/c) orbs.

"You simply startled me, there is no reason to apologize." He rumbles to you, his voice much lower now as his Alpha starts to really push for some attention. He watches with amusement and arousal as you clench your legs together, the slick now dripping low enough for him to see it, even with his jacket around you. "But may I ask you something?"

"Y-Yes, sir." You squeak, Chisaki goes from hard to full-blown, raging erection, you can barely hear him inhale, a very subtle noise that doesn't quite click in your mind until he presses the two of you together.

"...have you ever had an Alpha before?" He purrs, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head and all the fear leaves you immediately as you melt into him. "I'm guessing not."

"N-None o-of them-" You squeak slightly in indignation as Chisaki plucks you up from the floor like a ragdoll, gathering you into his chest and not minding your wet and sticky slick soaking into his chest. "-None of them ever w-wanted a Q-Quirkless Omega."

Chisaki is immediately disappointed, not in you or anything about you, but at the rest of society for letting such a sweet and pure thing sink so low as him.

"They were fools then, and did not deserve you." Chisaki turns down a hall, and it's getting very hard for you to not nuzzle him. His musky, beautiful scent was everything you've ever liked, blended together in such a complex way you couldn't describe all of the unique notes and subtle tones of it. Chisaki notices you eyeing his neck and gently presses your face into it, you let out a startled, but pleasantly so, squeak, and he purrs for real this time at the adorable noise.

Your slick surges and you let out a much higher-pitched purr, leaning in against him as he opens a door quietly, the hall light flicks off and leaves you in darkness before Chisaki gently closes the door with his heel. You've buried your face in his neck, blinding yourself to the fact that Chisaki has brought you to his room, his den and haven.

At least, until his no-longer-gloved hands sneak their way under his jacket, undoing a single button on your shirt to lay themselves on your bare waist. You gasp softly in surprise, moving your face from his neck just enough to give him a startled look.

He nuzzles you, closing his eyes and leaning his back against the door as he openly relaxes, holding you close while gently fondling your slightly-chubby-but-not-noticeably waist.

"C-Chisaki?" You squeak, one of his hands immediately rolls your shirt up and off of you, you squeak again in surprise, but he tossing your shirt and his coat haphazardly onto the floor. You immediately cover your breasts, your face once again blushing strongly, and he quickly does away with his masks as well, hanging them on a hook by the door as he gently turns your face to his by tenderly grasping your chin.

"I want you, Omega. I want you, (Y/N)." He rumbles, striding forward as you turn into a flustered, slicking, horny mess in his arms. His voice is like pure sex but only the deep, tasteful, romantic parts of it.

You mewl a little as he gently places you on his bed, but he rests his arms by your head and kisses you deeply, swallowing anymore noise with tenderness and care. You forget about your embarrassment as he gently move his lips against yours, his cock straining against his pants and pressing up against your legs a bit as he leans over you.

"Do you want me also?" Chisaki murmurs to you once the two of you run out of air to suck from each other's lungs, you immediately wrap yourself around him tightly. "Do you want me like I want you, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Chisaki, yes I want you-" You don't get another words out as he kisses you again, his hands easily finding and undoing your bra before starting on the buttons of his shirt. Once you run out of air, he starts kissing the underside of your jaw as you pant quietly, he has to pause (his frustration visible) in order to pull his shirt off. You immediately touch the intricate, but traditional tattoos on his arms, pecs, and (you're willing to bet) his back. "You're so pretty, Chisaki."

"So are you, (Y/N), you just don't have art to paw at." He purrs as he descends on you again, you happily undo his tie for him as he kisses you, and the fact that you fumble with it from the distraction of kissing is adorable to him, and he can feel a small wet patch grow do to his leaking precum. You two pause again, and he attacks your throat and neck with powerful sucks and languid swipes of his tongue as you grind your clothed sex against his.

You gasp quietly when he whips your bra across the room, but he gently fondles one breast and you turn into a melty mess again. He chuckles, happily going back to his network of hickies trailing down your throat and across your shoulder. You happily tangle your hands in his hair, pressing him against you further with soft mewls of encouragement.

"A-Alpha, stop teasing!" You finally reach your breaking point, Chisaki almost rips your dress slacks in his immediately eagerness to get them off of you, you giggle a little and he blushes, burying his face in your neck before you tempt him out with kisses to his cheekbone and nose and the tip of his ear.

Then he actually rips them, his face morphing into one of shock and embarrassment as you giggle loudly and nuzzle him. He mumbles a hasty apology before eagerly pulling them off you, taking your panties with and tossing the mess by the foot of the bed before crawling up your body and trailing lazy kisses up from your bellybutton.

"Why are your pants still on?" You tease, kissing his nose before he can reply, he nips your bottom lip playfully, stilling feeling you up as you squirm gently.

"So impatient, (Y/N)." He teases right back, gently tugging on one of your nipples, you steal another kiss from him as he other hand (that is not forming a bruise on your nipple, not at all, no siree) trails down and teasingly circles your puffy little clit. You gasp in surprise, and Chisaki happily presses forward and slips his tongue and one finger into you at the same time. You melt into a happy, horny, submissive puddle under him, causing him to let out a deep and rumbling purr as he explores your mouth with fervent heat and dominance.

He gently explores your opening too, feeling you flutter around that single digit and getting painfully hard in his pants as he stretches you around a second finger. Your slick makes it easier, but it's still painfully obvious that you are still new at this. (So is Chisaki, but he's hoping you're too horny and heat-addled to realize this.)

You eagerly spread your legs a little, beyond ready for this part as your fingers once again find their way into Chisaki's well-kept hair and tangling it. You moan as his two fingers start to gently stretch you, you can feel Chisaki smile into the kiss a little before it goes from 'romantic exploring' into a creature of teeth and tongue and lots of purring from you both.

Unfortunately, Chisaki knows that you still need prepping, and as much as he enjoys the savage kiss, he separates to let you breathe and whimper and mewl as he continues to stretch you. (Both of you think this is taking a while, but this hasn't even been ten minutes since your butt hit his mattress.)

You surprise him when you nip his ear, but he happily turns your head and sucks on the tender skin underneath one of yours, returning you to the panting, mewling puddle. Your slick has surged so many times, his entire hand is covered up to his wrist, and he hasn't even gotten knuckle-deep yet.

"Such a messy Omega, (Y/N), look at what your naughty cunt has done to my hand." Chisaki purrs absolute filth into your ear, and your eyes roll slightly as you let out a porn star-worthy moan, his hips grind up against you exposed inner thigh roughly as he lets out a possessive growl. "Tell me, my messy Omega, who's making you so wet?"

"You, Chisaki, you are, Alpha!" You mewl, he slips a third finger in, starting to actually move deeper into you as you moan again, he happily continues to dirty-talk in your ear, telling you that this would have happened a lot sooner if you had told him that you were an Omega, he would have gladly bent his little nanny over his desk anytime. Or maybe he should've made you Present yourself to him, without any pesky suppressants to quell your scent, then he would've seen what a messy little cunt that hide itself in such a clean, proper suit would've been capable of.

Or maybe he should open the door, let the entire base hear you get railed.

You dissolve under him, not realizing that he's dissolving right with you, pulling his head closer to you as he finally extracts his fingers and simply Overhauls the rest of his clothes off. (Speaking of, where are your shoes? You swore you had them on in the hall, but your feet are bare now.)

"(Y/N), this may sting." Chisaki whispers into your ear, his head nudging your entrance gently, you tuck your face into his neck tightly, but you aren't afraid, simply nervous.

It does sting, but only enough to make you gasp a little, and that gasp is mostly from shock at Chisaki's sheer size. His girth and length were both big, and while he knows you've never had an Alpha before, this still made his already huge ego blimp.

"Chisaki, Alpha, you're huge." You pant into his neck, he struggles to fit himself into you, and you can feel the veins throbbing against your walls as he slowly sinks in, inch by inch, and you mewl once he reaches your G-spot. You pant against his skin as he slowly bottoms out in you, you can feel him twitching inside of you, but you were seeing stars anyway. "A-Alpha-"

"Sh, (Y/N), you need to adjust, Omega." He purrs into your ear, but his cock twitches strongly inside you at the thought of wrecking you severely, to where no man or Alpha could ever satisfy you again. "You're like a vice, Omega, you're squeezing me so tightly. What will happen when I blow my knot, hm? You're so small, I could break you in half with it."

You let out a sinful noise that Chisaki can barely recognize as an orgasm as you sink your teeth into his neck a little. You wrap your legs around his slim waist, anchoring him to you as your walls try to milk him through your orgasm.

"I can't wait for that sound to be my name, to hear you scream so hard the walls rattle-" This kick-starts his dirty-talk again as you slowly calm down, occasionally he shifts his hips, stimulating you just enough for you to know he's teasing you again. You actually clamp down on him and he buries his face in your shoulder with a groan that could make millions, and he slowly grinds against you.

"Naughty Omega, you naughty, naughty Omega." He rumbles from your shoulder, you pant happily in his ear, every deep, slow roll of his hip making you see stars all over again. "I should punish you for that, you naughty thing."

"Then punish me." You pant in his ear, the lick up the shell of it as he groans again, pushing a little harder against you this roll, "Punish me Alpha, make me regret teasing you."

Chisaki rumbles, he drags his hips out, and you expect another languid roll that hits all the right places, but he slams into you like a bullet-train instead.

You try to gasp in surprise, but he smirks against you skin, and that is the only warning you have before he starts pistoning his hips into yours at barely-human speeds.

"Gladly, Omega."

~

You open your eyes, sprawled out across Ch-Kai's chest, your face nuzzled under his chin softly as he continues to sleep while fully sheathed in you. You blink slowly and lazily a few times, trying to remember what day it is, and yawn quietly as you ponder. Kai shifts under you slightly as he stirs, you gently press your face back into the comfortable position you two had.

"How long have you been awake, (Y/N)?" He purrs at you, gently nuzzling you back as you yawn quietly against his throat. "Not long, sleepy-head?"

"Of course not, or I would've brought food." You sit up a little, your fresh Mating Mark stinging slightly as part of the coverlet falls off that shoulder. Kai gently licks it, you hum and kiss the side of his face gently. "If my math is right, today is Kurono's turn to make breakfast, he usually does something simple, like Omurice."

"Yes, but breakfast requires getting out of bed." Kai mutters, gently pulling you back down on his chest, you muffle a laugh at him as he settles his chin on the top of your head. "What? Eri was right when she called you the perfect cuddle-partner, as it turns out."

[marbarmars]

OUGH WAIT THERE’S NO WAY IT’S BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I MADE A POST ABOUT THIS Mmhmm, buckle up you chucklefucks this girl, ya girl, has FINISHED THE FANFIC! DATS RIGHT, READ FRONT TO BACK…TWICE. I actually finished reading it the first time…..*checks discord*  June 26th! So a little under a year from the last time I reblogged this post which was…whew, June 7th last year. Time flies?! FUCK. But…I really wanted to get back to writing my final thoughts about this awesome piece of fanfic genius and post it here, to not leave everybody hangin! It’s gonna be a doozy, I have many thoughts. Apologies for not writing a summary at the time I finished Bean N’ Badge–but I’ll make it up to you now!

So without further ado, my most lengthy & formal rambling about Second Shroob Invasion yet! (THIS IS ALL SPOILER FREE TOO BTW DW, I hope this reaches new people and entices you to read it for yourself!)

Ooo! The plot! (Reanalysis)

In all honesty, what really hooked me into this fanfic in the first place is that it was a lengthy story with Fawful in it. Which brings me up to my first point: the characterization is ON POINT. Absolutely blown away by canon characters such as Fawful and Midbus having a really good dynamic and very intriguing headcanons that don't lessen my enjoyment in the slightest. But the more I read the more I was impressed with the OCs too! It was like I was getting to meet them for the first time, and the personalities felt distinct. No two characters felt the exact same. My only gripe is that I wish I got to know even more about certain characters before the story was over. Which isn't really a bad thing, if I'm desperate to know more then it means I've been hooked. :3

Rereading the fic for the 2nd time, oh Catwafers I wish you spent more time playing around with the surroundings of your setting! You're a total pro at it now, like what is written here is pleasing, it gets the job done for sure. Especially around the end of Bean N’ Badge (Part 3) & The Future's Last Stand (Part 4) it gets good. I also appreciate that most of the locations used are in PiT, as of right now I need to actually play that game but looking up the locations helped me get immersed. But gimme more! Especially more context around Shoob locations. Even if it would make the fanfic twice as long idc I love your writing prowess. xD

This series knows how to raise the stakes and the blood pressure of those who get attached to the characters. There are parts of the story I really wasn't sure what was going to happen, or I had my own theories I crafted, and it was fun to be wrong on some things. After all, a fic can get too boring if you already know what to expect~

Changing the perspectives once in a while was also really nice, Steven Universe is the first thing to come to mind because in that show some of the best episodes were not entirely from Steven’s perspective (like all the past Greg/Rose episodes or Garnet explaining her love story). Like tbh I really like seeing RuV33n’s perspective, but you just can’t get all the information you need in their perspective alone. I loved scenes from the Captains and Private to scenes with the villainous Regent Shroob.

Character Rambling Section! (You’ll know who’s my favorite!)

RuV33n (aka Veenie)

Eeee what a cool main character! A Shroob who stands out from the rest–and constantly learning alongside the reader! I really like how they’re both anxious but also not afraid to fight. I can tell that the RuV33n from the beginning of the story is not the same by the end–lots of character development and I’m all here for it. Their antics with Fawful and Midbus especially are a treat and it’s so heartwarming they find warmth and comfort with the ever-changing Earth.

RuG79v (aka Ivy)

I’m glad that out of the Shroob quartet, Veenie gets the chance to reconnect with at least one of them. I can really relate to their story of underappreciation, and as a fellow artist I like seeing characters with an art hobby hehe! Don’t wanna talk about Ivy too much as to spoil what happens but keep your tabs on em. <3

Fawful!!

My favorite guyyyy my favorite beeean! Talked about this earlier but this interpretation of him was my hook for the story. And I just LOVE the fact that even if he’s put into a more “heroic” role as a main character he’s still a bitchy prick and very insistent that he is a bad guy. I think what shocks me the most is that he’s only 17 in this fic? Which isn’t a bad thing–I guess that’s one more reason to add on top of the pile of just how incredible he is. I’m always in support with different headcanons and interpretations, it’s so cool to see what different flavors artists/writers add to make Fawful, well, Fawful. 

Captain Quartet (Goomba, Shy Guy, Boo, & Koopa)

I didn’t really expect the captains from the remakes to play such important roles as side characters but here we are! They’re a huge help to represent Bowser’s Kingdom that’s getting the brunt of this invasion in the story, besides it’s funny to have characters that have already interacted with Fawful once before. Unsurprisingly, Captain Goomba is my favorite here and is the most important in the story so yippee! I also appreciate the little things in the others like the shipping within the quartet (Goomba x Shy Guy, Boo x Koopa) their role as emotional plot devices later on in the fic.

Private Tortuga (aka Zelda)

She’s so badass…and another member from Bowser’s Army to accompany the plot and the characters. I didn’t really think too much about her at first but I liked her progression and stubborn attitude especially around Fawful. She’d be fun to share stories with at a bar, dunno why that came to mind but I’m gonna put it here. Even the less plot important characters feel real to me and she’s definitely one of them.

Midbus!

Out of all the canon characters in this story, Midbus has by far impressed me the most. I feel bad for saying this but I’ve always overlooked him–of course I want to change that with my own interpretation eventually but MAAAAN does Second Shroob Invasion Midbus inspire me so. He’s wise, stoic, and a good down-to-Earth character to bounce off of the more zany ones like Veenie and Fawful. I could read his conversations between these two and their dynamics all day. The backstory, even if he doesn’t like to disclose it very much in-universe, is jaw dropping and meshes well with his already established personality. Would not mind even more content with Midbus in the future :)

Toadmida & Toadiko

I love Toads…canon or OC, they’re both treats for me–plus Toadmida especially is the very kindhearted daughter of Toadiko and gives Veenie some much needed motivation. The implementation of Toadiko and her trauma with the shroobs is (chefs kiss) even as side characters I like their implementation to help further worldbuilding and connect some smaller plot elements together.

Regent Shroob (Aka Ben)

I’m already getting a little flustered as I’m writing this but it’s because he’s my favorite OC of the fic (Sorry Veenie /lh)….he’s just a super compelling villain to me. The lore helps a lot with this, as both Shroob Princesses are gone; somebody needs to fill in the role of leader, but he’s higher than a Commander. He dealt with a lot of survival and has to make decisions to save the shroobs from going to extinction, but is too stubborn in the old ways to see a more peaceful outcome where Earthlings and Shroobs can reside together. I like his optimism and how he can make a scene go from chill to OH CRAP! 

Gagen

So last but not least is Gagen, and I think he’s a really nice character for Ben to bounce off of. He’s your main science guy, and a lot of the higher stakes near the end of the story couldn’t have happened without him. I like just how apathetic he is about Earthlings just like his Regency. As it stands this is an interesting villain and what happens after it’s all over is even more intriguing.

Closing Thoughts! (Aka I gush about my friend CatWafers)

I think the thing I really love the most about Catwafers’ work is her skill in worldbuilding; that it changed how I look at the Shroobs. Her way of reintroducing the species and looking into their potential perspectives, their own culture, it totally entranced me. Like AUGH I’m so impressed and blown away, and things just get even better when I talk to Catwafers herself. I'm proud to be her friend and I LOVE to bounce ideas and concepts around.

In fact, speaking of that one day I’m gonna blow y’all away with a reintroduction to a certain AU that Cat and I have been working on–but I’m gonna work on a script for what I wanna say and consult my writer in crime first.

But anyways! The TLDR of this I suppose is that I’m passionate about my friends, I love fanfics about my favorite characters, and that you should really check out the Second Shroob Invasion series!! Thanks for listening~

The Second Shroob Invasion Series

Hi everyone!

I'm happy to announce that I completed my longest fan-fiction ever. I started this a year ago, and it is at 90 chapters!

Premise: During the Shroob Invasion during Partners in Time, not all the Shroobs left their dying planet. Some Shroobs were too young and many others were in development in the last batch. (It took 10 years for the batch to sprout). Regent Shrooben, third in command to Princess Shroob and Elder Princess Shroob, stayed behind due to injuries to care for the Shroobs back home. Now that the last batch has grown, and the Regent learns of the Princess' defeat, he starts the Second Shroob Invasion.

One Shroob, RuV33n, is skeptical of the Regent's plans and how successful they will be. After their ship is downed during the first battle, they run into Fawful and Midbus. RuV33n meets other faces along the way and learns more and more about Planet Earth. When the Regent threatens RuV33n's Earth family, the Shroob takes a stand.

Content Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence

Also contains:

Character Death

Lots of swearing (the Shroobs' swears are similar to real-life swears as a way to distinguish them as different from the Mario World)

Forceful Worm Ingestion

Lots of injuries and recovery

Colonization

Limb Loss

Medical Experimentation and Procedures

Other notes:

Language Barriers play a major role as the Shroobs/Sunnycides and Earthlings speak different languages.

Will constantly switch between different perspectives.

RuV33n, being the main character, has their thoughts shown (marked by -- ... --- ). This is less prevalent as RuV33n learns more Mushroomish (common language spoken by everyone).

Whenever a scene only has Shroobs, there are no word changes to indicate that a different language is being spoken.

If a scene has people who speak Shroob and those that don’t, the Shroob speech is signaled with “[_~_~_~_~_~]” while the Mushroomish speech is regular. This was done to show the language barrier and differences in understanding.

Criticism:

I am open to feedback! Criticism helps as it allows me to improve as a writer. This is my first long-fic. As such, I did my best but would like to know what I can improve on moving forward.

Here is everything in its four parts:

The order goes as follows:

The Start of the Second Shroob Invasion

Actions Have Consequences (Backstory piece for Regent Shrooben)

Bean 'n' Badge

The Future's Last Stand

Thank you for your time!

[inkykeiji]

Hear me out, dabi teaching you how to touch yourself. 👌

omfg anon please he’d fuckin live for this shit!!!

❅ cw: 18+, kinda dubcon/manipulation, dabi’s a lil mean

❅ words: 1.9k

You’ve been living with the league for a few months now—Toga had found you somewhere, on the streets cowered in some dirty back alley or something, he’s not really sure, he can’t remember—and Dabi’s been having a hard time keeping his hands to himself ever since.

He’s always finding excuses to touch you, dragging heated fingertips down your arm, always slightly hotter than normal body temperature, or placing a large hand on the small of your back as he guides you from one room to another, a blazing handprint searing through the thin material of your shirt.  

Can you really blame him, though? He can’t help it; it isn’t his fault you’re so fucking cute.

And he’s always got those sapphire eyes on you, too, couldn’t pull them from you even if he wanted to, gaze instinctively drawn to you every time you’re in the same room as him, an addict desperately chasing his next fix.

He definitely would have fucked you already, he’s absolutely sure of it, if Toga wasn’t attached to your hip 24/7. As a result, he knows he has to make the most of every minute alone he gets with you, and when you come trudging down the stairs in the middle of the night with you lips set in a deep pout, looking absolutely exhausted—pretty eyes sunken into your skull and hair mussed up in a way that almost looks artful on you—well.

It makes him want to fucking ruin you.

You’ve been on edge recently, and he’s 90% sure he knows why. Your rooms are right next to each other; it isn’t like he can’t hear those soft little noises you make in the middle of the night, breathy little whimpers that eventually morph into soft whines, Dabi listening the entire time as your pleasure quickly fades into frustration.

He pities you; the poor thing, she doesn’t even know how to get herself off properly. It’s definitely beginning to take a toll on you, he thinks, as you drop down on the couch next to him, slumping a little, eyebrows permanently knitted and eyes glaring at the TV.

Honestly, it would be a disservice to you if he didn’t help you.

“What’s a’matter with you?” he asks, glancing over at you, eyes indifferent, just the right amount of curiosity sown into his voice.

Your body stiffens for a moment, completely frozen next to him, before it relaxes again, a little huff of annoyance leaving your lips.

“Nothing,” you mumble, picking at your cuticles, pout still etched into your face.

“It’s not nothing, and we both know it,” he sighs, schooling his expression into one that mimics concern, just a hint sprinkled over his usual apathetic look, careful not to overdo it on the way his forehead wrinkles just a little, like he’s genuinely worried about you.

Head quirking to the side in question, your eyes narrow slightly, brow furrowing.

“You’re having trouble getting yourself off, aren’t you?”

“What?” You choke on the word, sputtering and coughing as you vigorously shake your head, desperately trying to wheeze out the word no, to deny it, and he chuckles, comforting you, tells you it’s nothing to be embarrassed of, promises you it’s nothing to be ashamed of, and—

“I can help, y’know,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders, like he’s offering you an extra pen and not an orgasm.

But those four words force a sharp intake of breath through your nose, eyes widening as you stare at him, your heart beginning to race while warmth settles deep in the pit of your stomach, already beginning to coil.

And he knows, knows the smirk curling on his lips doesn’t go well with his mask of casual concern, but he can’t help it, not when the softest, neediest little whine slips from your lips, pupils blown and eyes glazed as you stare at him with pure unadulterated want.

He’s almost got you.

“Whaddya say?” he asks quietly, almost tenderly, upper body turning towards you as nimble fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Hmm?”

“I-I—I don’t—I’m not—”

“Let me help,” he urges. “Let me make you feel good,”

And it’s so gentle, so sincere, his body marginally leaning towards yours, enticing, that your head’s nodding before you’ve given it permission to, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you suck on it unsurely, gazing at him through your lashes.

You end up between his spread legs, on the floor, his large hands holding your thighs wide open as he stares at your reflections in the mirror propped up against his wall, dark azure eyes slowly sliding down your body as you try in vain to bury your head in his neck, face burning with embarrassment.

He got this mirror specifically for this occasion, he tells you, thought it’d be the best way to teach you, he says.

A soft, pitiful whimper escapes your lips, soaking into the skin of his neck as you nuzzle against him. He had been…anticipating this?

“Don’t hide,” he chastises softly with a click of his tongue, voice vibrating against your back and breaking through your thoughts. “How are you supposed to learn if you aren’t watching? Look at how pretty this pussy is,”

Your entire body jolts as the rough pad of his index finger skims over your clit, two fingers almost caressing your slit, down and then back up again, pulling his hand back slightly to admire the way your slick gleams on his fingers in the dim light of his bedroom.

“Already so wet for me, huh?” he breathes, lips tickling the shell of your ear. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, hmm? Do you think about my fingers? My cock?”

Oh, it’s so embarrassing, your entire body flushing at his naughty, invasive questions, and they send another intense rush of warmth to your core, bitter shame settling on your tongue.

“Answer me,” he commands, voice firm but quiet, giving your clit a superficial slap that has a loud cry spilling from your throat.

“Yes!” you squeak, word muffled by his skin. “Y-Yes,”

“Yes what?”

Please don’t make me say it, you want to whine, tears of humiliation flooding your eyes. Another slap lands against your clit, harder this time, making your back arch against him.

“Yes, yes, I-I think of you when I touch myself,” you whimper, whole body trembling, eyes shut tightly to keep the tears stinging your eyes from leaking out, wishing his mocking coo in response didn’t make your stomach swoop the way it does.

Praises fall from his lips as his calloused fingers rub small, quick circles into the sensitive bud, interspersed with your sweet, breathy little moans, telling you how good you are, such a good little girl for him, how he fucking knew it, fucking knew that you were thinking of him every night while you desperately stuff your little cunt full of your fingers, the words whispered into your hair as you smush your face against his neck.

“C’mon baby, look at yourself. You’re so beautiful,” his words taper off into a hoarse, quiet whine as his fingers run along your slit again.

You peak out from your safe spot against him, unable to help the gasp that escapes your throat as your eyes connect with your reflections. Hooded eyes find yours, practically glowing, breath hot against your cheek, his chin hooked over your shoulder.

He looks like a fucking god like this, smoldering gaze burning a hole right through to your very soul, ebony hair tousled just right, voice just a hint deeper than normal, husky and guttural.

Watch me, he instructs, your eyes immediately snapping to the apex of your thighs reflected in the mirror, practically mesmerized as he sinks a finger into your fluttering little hole, a soft whine breaking in your chest.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “Watch me,”

Pumping his finger a few times, he works your cunt open enough for him to comfortably insert a second, your head falling back against his shoulder at the pleasant stretch. A chuckle vibrates in his chest, fingers thrusting twice before he curls them, laughing fully as your body jolts.

“Mm, think I found something,” he mutters in your ear, curling his fingers again and smirking when your emit a sharp, involuntary cry. “Yep, definitely found something,”

“Oh God,” you breathe, hips rolling a little to meet his fingers mid-thrust as he works up a steady rhythm.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod fervently, the back of your head resting against his collarbone, lips parted slightly, eyes slipping shut. “So good,”

“Perfect. Now, do it yourself,”

Your eyes snap open as he removes his hand completely, whimpers of protest falling from your lips as you shake your head, cute, pathetic little ‘no!’s catching in your throat. Sapphire, dark and shimmering, stares at you expectantly through the mirror, Dabi raising an eyebrow when you don’t immediately start moving.

But it’s awkward and you’re clumsy, heat seeping into your cheeks as you fumble a little, stiff movements a stark contrast to his effortless fluidity.

He tries in vain to guide you, delegates what to do and exactly how to do it, but your wrist is beginning to ache, your fingers beginning to cramp, sick of unintentionally edging yourself.

“I can’t,” you wail loudly, frustrated tears blurring your vision. “I can’t, I can’t, not like you do, Dabi, please, t-touch me,”

“Aw, don’t be a greedy little brat,” but he’s chuckling as his fingers snake down your body.

It’s cute, he tells you, voice laced with condescension, that you can’t do anything for yourself, slapping your hand away and pushing two of his fingers into your dripping little pussy again, a pathetic little moan of relief spilling from your lips, body melting back into his.

“Can you at least play with your clit for me, baby?” His tone is almost patronizing, like he’s unsure if you’ll even be able to manage such a simple task, and you whimper out his name, nodding eagerly as your fingers find the swollen bud.

He sounds unaffected, for the most part, and you’d probably think he was, if it weren’t for his cock, hot and hard and throbbing through his flannel PJ pants and pressed flush against your back. He’s rutting against you just a tiny bit, hips rocking against you in minuscule motions as his gaze focuses on his fingers.

“Open your eyes, angel, and watch my hand, yeah? I won’t always be around to make you cum, you know,”  

You do know that, you do.

But it’s hard. It’s hard to watch him, to concentrate on his actions, to even keep your eyes fully open and in focus when they’re continuously rolling back in your head, broken whimpers and high pitched whines leaking uncontrollably from your throat, climbing in volume with each harsh thrust of his fingers, with each swipe over your clit of yours.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he praises, voice strained ever so slightly. “Be a good girl, make a nice mess all over my fingers,”

And so you do, pathetically desperate to be good for him, gushing on his fingers only a few seconds later as your pussy clenches, mewling out his name like a mantra.

“What’re you gonna do next time, when you need to cum and I’m not around?” he asks, after your breathing has begun to calm.

“Doesn’t matter,” you reply simply, eyes still closed, body gone boneless against him. “I’ll never be able to do it as good as you can anyway, so why bother?”

[quiltedgold]

study buddies - leorio p.

pairing: leorio paladiknight x f!reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut. 18+ pretty please

contains: smut, unprotected sex, switch!leorio, switch!reader, college-age, handjob, yada yada

notes: this has not been proofread so forgive any mistakes. my friend saw a tiktok art this concept and inspired me to write this. also the empty leorio smut tag made me sad, so. enjoy :p

As you approached the door of your apartment, you dug in your bag for your keys, and… Nothing. No metal against your fingertips or jangling sounds from the depths of the backpack.

Damn it. No way you forgot them in Leorio’s apartment. You two had been studying for so long, and you were positive you had gathered up all your things from the table before heading out…

After one last sweep of your backpack, you were positive. No keys.

Sighing, you turned to make the trek back across campus to Leorio’s place. It wasn’t too far, a fifteen minute walk, ten if you hurried. Hopefully he was still up.

Before long, you were back at the entrance to his apartment complex. Grabbing your phone, you dialed him up and waited as it rang, then went to voicemail. Ah, maybe he was in the shower? No matter, you had a spare key to his place in case of emergencies, and he for yours. He wouldn’t mind if you used it to grab what you needed and got out of there. Fishing it out of your bag, you unlocked the door and headed up to his floor.

Rapping twice on the door, you called out- “Hey, Leorio? It’s me, I forgot something…”

No reply.

Frowning, you slotted the key into the lock and eased the door open, hoping he wasn’t asleep.

Before you saw him, you heard him. Quick, ragged breaths, and the wet, unmistakable sound of… Oh, god.

He was splayed on the couch, his legs spread and his sweatpants loose around his thighs. His head was thrown back against the cushions, facing towards the door, and you. His face was twisted in pleasure, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The sounds you heard were coming from his hand wrapped around his dick, rapidly fisting it into his palm. As you watched, his hips stuttered upwards once, and he threw his head back even further, letting out a whine, adam’s apple bobbing up his throat. He looked absolutely debauched.

Your brain battled with your desires, respect for your friend warring with the thoughts raging through your head.

Just when you thought you could work up the courage to leave, Leorio moaned your name in the most breathless, needy tone you’d ever heard from him, followed by a whiny, “Fuck, y/n, please-”

Your feet were immediately frozen to the floor, heart leaping into your throat. Your common sense told you to scram, to shut the door quietly and let him have his privacy and forget this ever happened, for both of your sakes’.

But the other part of you was louder. The part who knew that you’d been lusting after your friend for months, the part who’s encouraged the urge to crawl into his lap and kiss him breathless and more each time you hung out to study, but always been stifled… until now. That part of you made your brain kick into gear again.

You stepped quietly inside, shutting the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and placing your bag on the ground.

You padded over to the couch, face heating up with anticipation as you got closer.

“Leorio…” you whispered, and his eyes flew open, letting out a choked gasp. The hand around his dick halted its ministrations, and he scrambled to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I, I thought you had left-”

“If you were so pent up, you could have asked for my help,” you hummed, gently pushing his hand away from his sweatpants. “What else is a study buddy for?”

Leorio gulped, desperately searching your eyes for confirmation that his actions weren’t wrong, that you meant what you were saying. His pupils were still blown with pleasure, sweat beaded across his forehead.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, ghosting the base of his dick.

“Need some help?” you asked, holding his gaze for affirmation.

“Yes, please, god, yes. I- I need you so bad, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up into your featherlight touch.

Smiling, you retracted your hand and fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt instead. “I want you to show me how you were doing it,” you requested.

Gasping, he grabbed his cock again and began pumping it, screwing his eyes shut with pleasure and perhaps shame.

“Tell me what you think about when you do it,” you said, sliding a hand beneath his shirt.

“You, always you,” he moaned without hesitation. “Kissing you, eating you out, f-fucking you, nngh-” He cut himself off as your fingers circled his nipple.

“Keep going,” you teased.

“Oh, god. You, sucking my- my cock, under the table or in the shower, or- fuck!” He jolted as you gave his nipple a pinch. “Please, I want you to… I want-”

“Want me to jerk you off?” You offered.

“Yes,” he answered, gasping.

With a devilish grin, you slid onto the couch next to him and tucked yourself into his side, placing your hand atop his on his cock, entangling your fingers and leading the pace, purposefully slowing it down. You moved with long, slow strokes, squeezing lightly at the base and tracing your thumb against the tip. He was painfully hard, beads of precum oozing from the angry red tip, and his hips bucked up with every especially hard squeeze.

“Fuck,” he garbled. “Fuck, y/n, it’s so good, please, I need to… I need to c-come, please-”

“Go ahead, Leorio,” you purred. “Come for me.”

With a strangled moan, his hips jutted upwards one last time and cum spurted from his tip, painting both of your knuckles’ white. Each pulse of liquid sent a jolt up his cock, and you squeezed it lightly as he rode out the bulk of his orgasm.

As he wound down, panting, you lifted your hand from his dick and brought it to your mouth, making sure he watched as you lapped up his salty substance from each finger. His eyes, already lidded, darkened with desire.

Flitting your gaze down again to his length, you saw that, unbelievably, it was still hard.

“Y/n,” he rasped. “Let me fuck you. Please.”

It was all you could do to nod before he flipped you over, back pressed into the cushions and head against the arm of the couch. In the blink of an eye, he had your shirt and skirt off, leaving you in simply the matching set of lingerie you’d worn in the event that this was an outcome of tonight’s study session.

Leaning back on his heels, he raked his eyes across your figure, admiring each inch, squeezing the base of his cock again with the sight of you.

Struck with a wave of self-consciousness, you pressed your thighs together and turned your head into the armrest, face burning.

Leorio tsked, “Don’t get shy now, not after you just jerked me off on my own couch,” he growled, slotting his knee in between your thighs to force them apart. Running a finger along your covered slit, he stopped when he reached your heat, pressing lightly then bringing his finger up to examine.

“Oh, my god, you’re soaking,” he groaned, sucking his finger into his mouth to lap your juices clean. He leaned down to capture you in a kiss, hungrily sucking at your lower lip and dipping his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and something that normally would have disgusted you only served to turn you on further as your tongues pressed against each other. You kissed hungrily for several moments, until the heat burning down below became too much to bear.

“Please, fuck me,” you moaned into his ear, looping your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait any longer, please.”

Nodding, Leorio wasted no time, shoving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance. Even the touch of his tip against your hole had both of you groaning, and he met your gaze and held it as he pushed his length all the way in. You wailed, wrapping your legs around his trim waist and trying everything to pull him closer, deeper.

His cock stretched your walls deliciously, filling you perfectly and making you wonder how you could have ever lived without this.

After his pelvis pressed flush against yours, his length as deep as humanly possible, he paused to give you time to adjust. Time held still, your breathing synched, his head dropped against your shoulder and pressing openmouthed kisses against your collarbone, light sideburns scratching gently against your jawline.

Then the moment was over, and he pulled out entirely, just the tip remaining. You almost cried at the loss, but he thrusted back into your heat before you could procure the sound.

The pace he set was breakneck, cock slamming into your tight hole, his moans echoing in your ear. What should have been too much only fanned the flames of your lust, throwing your head back with each thrust and crying his name and an assortment of obscenities.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Leorio groaned, breathless. “Ever since you came to my place in that short-ass skirt and kept uncrossing your legs in front of me, god-”

His hands gripped your waist for dear life as he fucked into you, the size of them deliciously large compared to your frame, his thumbs practically touching. Leorio’s fingers pressed shadows into the soft of your stomach, undoubtedly leaving marks by the end of the night; which you couldn’t find it in yourself to be unhappy about.

“Remember that?” He asked, rolling his hips in a way that made you squeal. “I was convinced you were doing it to- nngh- to tease me. By the end of the night I was this close to bending you over the table and taking you right there, shit.”

Catching his breath, he leaned down to hiss in your ear. “But I guess that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Little slut.”

Fuck. You wailed at that, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase against his back, likely leaving scratches against its tan expanse.

He groaned, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, cock insatiably hot and thick inside you. “Y/n, I’m close- want you to come with me, c’mon-”

Thankfully, the incessant slapping of his balls against your ass, pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his length reaching impossible centers within your cunt was sending you dangerously close to the edge.

“Please, Leorio, I need it, I need you, please-”

“Fuck, baby, I’m c-coming, where d’you- where do you want it-”

“Inside, inside-” you gasped without thinking, and he buried his cock inside you one last time, groaning as thick spurts of white painted your walls. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge, arching your back and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as your orgasm racked your body, fireworks of pleasure radiating through each appendage. You gripped his damp hair for purchase as you rode out your climax, and he huffed against your throat, arm muscles rippling as their strength faded.

Both of you panted as you came down from your respective highs. Rolling off you, Leorio collapsed at your side, hands trailing over your heaving chest.

With a puff of laughter, you turned your head to meet his eyes, now droopy and satisfied as they gazed into yours.

You grinned softly. “I should forget my keys over here more often.”

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[ ♡ morning kisses ♡ ] ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

[ prompt ]

‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.’‘ followed by the character placing a playful kiss on their lover’s mouth as they get out of bed (via)

[ pairing ] : tom holland x reader

[ warnings ] : a lot of kissing, they kinda sorta get a little handsy? it’s just very fluffy and i’m still trying to figure out what exactly warrants warnings so some kind feedback would be very appreciated...!

[ word count ] : 1.5k

[ note ] : this is my first ever fic, and it’s been a minute since i wrote...anything really? so i have no idea how this is going to read for others, but!! i had fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy!

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You wished every morning could be just like this: eyes coaxed open by the warm rays pouring through the windows, your frame safely tucked against Tom’s body with his arm draped over your waist.

Once you manage to blink away the sleep, you roll over to face him, being careful not to wake him in the process.

And he looks perfect. You lie there and run your eyes over him—it feels a little surreal to take him in this way. Just several hours ago he was on a plane coming back home to you after an excruciating month of being apart. But now, here he was — physically, actually here — lost somewhere deep in his dreams. By a rare stroke of luck you’ve woken up before him. So naturally, you're gonna use those valuable seconds by trying to memorize every little detail of his face.

Nothing has felt more relaxing. A little too relaxing, in fact, but you fight the sleep that threatens to creep back, fixating instead on the way the sunlight licks at the tips of his unruly brown curls, slowly inching down his features. And if the sun were allowed to touch him, weren’t you, too?

You hold your breath as your index finger reaches out and delicately traces along his brow bone.

When it seems clear the action hasn’t stirred him from his sleep, you continue to ghost across the surface of his skin, taking your time as your finger trails down his cheek bone, to the bridge of his nose, and to his lips. Then it lingers there for a second too long.

“I think I quite like this sort of wake up call.” 

Your whip your hand away like it had just touched something hot, eyes blown wide in surprise.

“You’re awake.” The sentence comes out more as an observation than a question, and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I... may or may not have been up since I felt you turn over earlier.” His eyes, still sanded with sleep and exhaustion, finally open to meet yours. But his ever-present, boyish amusement doesn’t fail to glitter from behind the chocolate orbs.

And it had always been these minor things that made your heart glow with warmth for the boy in front of you. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumble, a pout forming at the end of the sentence as you caress his cheek.

Tom hums in reply, leaning into your touch as he shakes his head, as though to tell you not to worry. His arms reach around you to pull you closer to him. “No, I’m glad you did. I reckon I should probably get ready anyway. What time is it?”

“No. Nuh-uh. C’mon, I just got you back!” Your hand comes up to cover his eyes, shielding his vision from the clock by your bed. “Unless by ‘get ready,’ you mean ‘get ready to spend all day with your loving girlfriend and not go to work’?”

“Y/N/N,” he groans playfully, shaking his head side to side to try and remove your hand, but you persist, a grin decorating your features. “The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can wrap up and come back home to you love, hm?” He turns his head slightly, just enough to give the inside of your wrist a quick peck. “Give me my eyes baaaaack.”

Reluctantly you concede, but by parting your fingers just enough so he could peek between the gap. The corners of his eyes crinkle when he finally sees you, and before you can say anything else, he closes the distance to give you the first kiss of the day.

It’s deliciously soft and lazy, purposeful and loving. The feeling sends a kind of shock through your veins, reaching down to the tip of your toes. His lips move against yours with ease in the same way they’ve done a thousand times before, effectively bringing all your guards down — your hand comes down too, slipping behind his neck to toy with the hair on his nape. Your leg innocently tangles with his, bringing your bodies even closer together, and you feel his hand delicately moving from the your lower back to your ass, giving it a small squeeze.

You hum against his lips for more; but that’s the exact moment he decides to pull away. And as much as you hated it, you knew as well as he did that one second longer and that would probably mean neither of you'd likely have a very productive morning. Not that that would be so bad for you, necessarily.

Tom rolls you over on your back, peppering your cheeks, neck, and collarbone with feathery kisses that you knew translated into an apology. He nestles his head on your chest with a quiet sigh, consumed by the silence and the rhythmical thump of your heartbeat.

“Wish I didn’t have to go to bloody work.” He mumbles against your skin, cuddling even closer against you as your fingers gently comb through his hair. "Wish I didn't have to leave you again."

But you both knew it went without saying that Tom loved what he did; how he couldn’t imagine being anything else but an actor. The physical and mental demand of his work, the exhausting, erratic hours, the different types of people he had to deal with on a daily basis — he could handle all of that, and then some. But when it came down to being away from you not just in the early hours of the morning but for weeks, and sometimes even months at a time… That was the hard part. Those were the moments when he dared to invite the addictive ‘what-if’s and tempting fantasies of an alternative reality where neither of you had any obligations to tend to, no urgent work messages to check on the phone.

“Duty calls, right?” You can still feel your lips tingle from his kiss. “At least you don’t have anything on your schedule tomorrow. Means I’ll get to have you all to myself.”

At that, you suddenly feel the weight of your boyfriend removed from your body. Tom props himself up a bit to lean over you, hands on the bed by either side of your head. There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, suggesting something both sinister and delightful.

“For once you’re wrong, darling.” He grins. “I’ve got a full schedule tomorrow and a fairly good feeling that you're going to love what I’ve got planned out for you.” 

You raise your brow. “'That right? Thirty-something days apart and suddenly you’re so cocky.” With a teasing smile, you drape your arms around his neck, gaze lingering on his inviting lips for a moment before lifting back up on his eyes. 

“But fine," you begin, your voice just slightly hushed. "What if...you show me a little, tiny sneak peek, baby...and I can tell you...what I think of your little schedule so far?” With each passing syllable you pull him down closer to you –– bit by bit, and sneakily enough, you tell yourself. Your eyes flutter shut, anticipating what’s to come, but the kiss never lands. You feel the teasing tickle of skin on skin instead.

“Y’think I don’t know all about your antics, don’t you?”

“‘Antics’?!” Your open your eyes again with a frown. “I think some would call that the art of flirting. Or teasing. Or both. But I guess you wouldn’t know that even if it were right under your nose.” Your finger pokes the tip of Tom’s nose for emphasis.

He tuts and shrugs in acknowledgement. “Well tough luck, babe. I’m still not gonna kiss you.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, one hand leaving your side to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why not?” You huff.

“Because if I do, I don’t think either of us are ever going to make it out of this bed.”

“But—” Before you can fully protest, you’re caught off-guard with the very kiss you were denied just moments ago. And maybe that was why, but somehow, it feels even better than the last. Your chin cranes up to hold his lips for as long as you possibly can, melting under his touch and savoring what you could.

He reluctantly tears away, much sooner than you’d like. He leaves you with a final peck against the tip of your nose.

“I love you. So much.” He rests his forehead against yours again. “And I’m sorry we can’t spend my first day back together, darling. But I’ll make it up to you, hm? I promise.” 

“Pinky swear?” You hold up your finger between your two frames, and he doesn't think twice before looking down to loop his finger with yours. The pads of your thumbs press together to seal the deal, and he brings your interlocked hands up to gently press it against his lips.

It was a gesture frequently shared between you two — a secret handshake, if you will — but only for private moments like this. 

“Pinky pinky swear.” He reassures, giving your hand a small squeeze before finally removing himself from the bed. “I’m gonna go shower now. Be good.” The mattress echos your groan as your boyfriend disappears from your reach and into the bathroom.

Your eyes glance over at the clock, frowning at the time and blaming it for the outcome of what had been, at one point, your perfect morning. It already felt like a distant memory.

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Abel the Asrai, Chapter 2 (lemon)

Tags: pegging, masturbation, dom reader/sub fae

Faebruary prompt:

To be honest, you were expecting to spend your first day on land inside a sex shop, after all, you had promised to help Abel find something he could use to find some relief. You did not, however, expect to be the expert consultant in the matter.

The little boutique is tucked away in the recesses of this island's designated red district, curious bystanders and sexually frustrated crewmen alike flocking to witness its various wares. The windows are high and open, letting a steady stream of sunlight filter through the hundreds of different phallic-shaped sculptures lining the shelves. It's the largest and most dependable store in your experience, and you plan on doing your own shopping once Abel is distracted. Or when you gather enough courage to do it in front of him.

He seems positively fascinated with all the different options, face turning a strange shade of teal as one of the clerks lets him hold the so-called Destroyer of Bussy, the damn thing as long as his forearm and as thick as a mast rope. It makes his long fingers look nothing more than a child's, swallowing up his fist and palm. You put an end to that debacle, knowing full well he needs to start out small and go up from there.

As you drag Abel away from the dragon-sized dildos, he seems to quickly forget about them in lieu of the far more decorative selections. Some of the more expensive examples are secured behind display glass, locks magicked against thieves. Cock rings embedded with pearls, handcuffs made from gold, the kind of objects that can't be used for much more than a show of opulence are snuggled in red velvet for the sake of being ogled at.

"What about this?" He asks, pointing to a maroon, glass blown object, one that's curled with bumps protruding on one side, suspiciously akin to a tentacle.

"That's a little too advanced for inexperienced hands," you suggest, "let's try to stick with a basic shape for now."

"And your hands are not advanced?" Abel asks, arching his eyebrows.

You try to brush him off, your own face heating up with embarrassment, "my hands are plenty advanced, but you can't tack this one to the wall to pleasure yourself with."

"And that's what I'll be doing?" He dares to ask. "I thought you were supposed to help me with my little problem."

"I'm helping you right now," you say, reaching over his shoulder and pulling down a rubber dildo. It's not the same size as the positively enormous Orc Cock Delight (trademark pending), far from it, but given Abel's slim frame and inexperience, it would be a decent start. "Here, this one's probably best."

As though inspecting its shape and sculpture like an art authenticator, he takes it from your fingers and holds it in his palm. Then, to check for its plasticity, he flicks his wrist, watching it wiggle with the movement, lips pursed, eyes narrowed. "Well," he remarks at last, "I trust your judgement on the matter."

"We can get the tentacle one too, if you like," you offer, "these are your wages you're spending."

Abel has also only recently been made aware of how money actually works when you're not some pampered prince living up in a tower. After some… hazing, you think, from the rest of the crew about some misconceptions of how one can't just go to the bank and withdraw a large deposit, he's a lot more thoughtful about what he says. And definitely more frugal, too.

You see his lips purse with frustration as he has to mentally tally what he has versus what he wants to spend, but you see a breakthrough moment where he relents. "Alright," he says almost sullenly, cradling his dildo like it's an infant, "this one will do for now."

"Good," you say, glancing over the selection of glass sculptures yourself to see if anything catches your eye, but you're mostly happy with what you already have. "Now we need to get you some lube."

"What for?" He asks, following close behind as you slowly make your way to the other side of the store.

"Trust me, you can't just shove something up a hole without a bit of lubricant. Ever had carpet burn before?"

By the way his face twitches, the answer's yes.

"Same concept, but inside your body." Glass vials decorate the shelves, some small, some large, each advertising a different benefit for its use. There are various massage oils, lube, and other select liquids that claim to aid with libido and arousal… Mouth pursed, you run your fingers over the labels, trying to decide which one you'd like to use on yourself as well. "This one says it's coconut and rum flavored."

"Why is it flavored?" Abel is also looking over the bottles, brow furrowed in thought.

"Sometimes your mouth goes where the lube is, and tasting honey lemon is more palatable to some." How does one get the taste of champagne in lube, you wonder, trying to figure out if you even need something infused with flavoring.

As though reading your mind, Abel asks, "which one would you prefer?"

Oh, fuck him, he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Why?" You ask, testily. "Do you think I'm going to be licking it off your poor little cock?"

Abel sucks his breath in, but you see that the barb did none of the damage you wanted it to. Instead, he seems…. Excited? Aroused? "Only if you want to."

Everything inside of you ignites, but you tamper it down. Sucking your breath in to ground yourself, you gesture vaguely in his crotch direction, "wouldn't be that great for you if you can't even cum from it."

"The long row of chastity belts seem to disagree." He points to the shop's opposite side, furthest from the windows, multiple mannequins showing off the various different styles available for purchase. "Might as well see what the appeal is since I'm stuck with one."

You don't want to admit he's making sense here… but he is. Wordlessly, maintaining eye contact, you aim your finger, watching him grasp the bottle without being told twice.

"You know," you say, walking leisurely over to the apparel section of the shop, "there's a lot of flack that comes from being the captain's special whore."

"Is that what your crew thinks of me?" He asks, running his fingers over a leather whip.

"You're not particularly subtle about it."

"Only because you weren't paying attention to my advances."

"Only because I didn't want you to think I only brought you aboard for the pleasure of wrecking your virgin ass."

He snickers but doesn't say anything in response, now looking over the different options to hook his dildo onto. Though, since it's really your decision, you begin poking around the mannequins yourself. Even though you wouldn't necessarily want something with all the bells and whistles, maybe one that's colored to set off your eyes? Some of the leather ones have been stained with various hues and tones.

"I just want you to know that I do already have a strap," you say, picking a new one out, "it's just not on my ship."

"So you're telling me," Abel says, almost completely serious save for that slight twitch on his mouth, "that you don't fuck every single damsel in distress you come across?"

You sigh loudly, heading towards the front of the store to purchase your tiny collection of pleasure toys. "Not all of them, just the ones that ask me so nicely."

Abel hums, and you sense a trace of jealousy aimed towards your previous bedmates, but he doesn't say anything more. Once the both of you complete your purchases, hiding them in your respective satchels, you hop down the steps out of the shop. It's just the afternoon, with plenty of time left in the day, but you know that Abel is quite literally aching to try out his new toys, so you let him drag you back to the docks.

"Where are we going?" He asks in protest as you take him down to the lower decks instead of your private room.

"Do you have any idea how many people probably ran their hands over that thing before we bought it?" You're relieved to see that no one's occupying the kitchen, especially since the cook isn't a fan of people using the giant kettles to do what you're about to.

There's a barrel of water already sitting to the side, mostly for washing dishes and scrubbing the floor. You find a clean pot and fill it halfway full of the seawater, setting it on the still lit wood stove to boil. With little ceremony, you rummage through his satchel, pulling out the dildo, and plop it into the water to boil.

In the meantime, Abel seems to struggle over what he should be doing with his hands. Nervously, he folds and unfolds his fingers, weaving them together and pulling them apart, only occasionally looking you in the eye.

"Are you okay?" You ask, and he jumps.

"Y-es," he mumbles, "just excited."

"We don't have to do this today if you're-"

"I am literally begging you," he interrupts, face blushing, "to help me now. Please."

Steam begins to curl up from the pot. You nod, poking at the rubber cock with a stick, as though that will somehow speed the process. "Just a few more moments, Abel."

Once the thing is done sanitizing, and in the safety of your cabin, the door firmly locked, you can hear his breath quickening as you pull out the different objects to start experimenting with. Slowly, you pull at the front of your leather fest, loosening the laces until it's wide enough to pull off. Your nipples rise, not from cold, but from arousal, hard at the promise of shoving that false cock up his ass.

"Abel," you direct, calmly, "you need to take off your clothes."

He obeys without question, pulling his shirt up over his head and throwing it on your chair. His body has filled out slightly with muscle, no longer a wiry frame of skin and bones, but he's still not nearly as stocky as you or the rest of your crew. Anyone on this ship could lift him over their head and toss him across the deck like he weighs nothing.

Already, he's so excited that he's erect, though the head of his cock is swollen with unspelt arousal and pleasure.

"Did you ever touch yourself after the spell?" You ask, coming up close, resting your hands on his bare hips.

"Yes," he whispers, eyes almost ashamed.

"It's alright," you rub your thumbs in soothing circles right over the bump of his bone, "I'm just wondering how this works." Pause, let him think. "Did you ever um… leak precum at all?"

He blinks. "I don't understand."

You try to rephrase the question. "When you touch yourself, sometimes before you finish, a clear liquid will come out. Did that ever happen, or no?"

"No, nothing comes out." His voice is slightly raspy, you aren't sure if it's from embarrassment. "I've always had to use lotion or oils, and it would feel good for a little while. Then it would just hurt."

"And you would have to wait until it went away," you nod, as though this isn't the first time you've dealt with such a stupid, controlling and abusive curse. "But the wording is going to be our friend, here, and many males cum when being penetrated without the use of hands."

"Thank you." There's an awful lot of hope in his eyes, so you bite your lip and pray to whatever god that might hear for your success.

"Help me out of my clothes." You gloss over his adoration, feeling a tightness in your stomach.

He gets on his knees, watching you for any twitch of approval you might give, and begins to unclasp the straps on your boots—one by one. When you step out of them, you don't even have to tell him where to go next, because he's lifting your shirt up and kissing your stomach as he works your belt. Carefully, he undoes the buckle, sliding it out and opening up your waistline.

Down go your pants, then undergarments, and you take the initiative to remove your shirt yourself. Now you're also naked, standing before Abel, just two bodies open for mutual exploration. His breath quivers as you reach up and brush some hair away from his face, dragging your fingers down to cup the side of his face. Slowly, as though you both have all the time in your little shared infinity, you press your lips up against his.

This isn't the first time you've kissed. The first time was after a particularly brutal sword fight that you had managed to win with only a few scratches, Abel practically jumped on you once you had kicked your opponent overboard. That one was quick, numb with relief and over faster than it started. Now there's time, locked away from the prying eyes of your crew.

Abel has kissed before, that you can tell by the way his lips move and adjust to where you lead them. You wonder if he had done it in some hidden nook somewhere in the palace he grew up in, under cover of darkness, all hormones and drive without the promise of relief. The practice has paid off, you decide, leading him back to your bed, gently setting him down, legs spread.

"Alright," you breathe, "show me where you touch yourself."

His face is dark and blue, mouth half-open, his tongue swiping over his lips. You get the bottle of lube out, pouring some onto the palm of your hand as he slowly begins to trace the outline of his cock. Propping one of your knees up on the bed, with an arm wrapped around his shoulder, you begin to mimic his movement, rubbing the lube up the shaft and over the head. Abel winces and whimpers at how cool it is.

For encouragement, you press your mouth onto his neck, gently nipping at the skin. "You're doing so good right now, baby, it's okay."

Slowly, you cover the entirety of his cock in the lube, pumping your wrist and watching it throb and pulse between your fingers. Abel was right, nothing seems to bead out from the slit at the top, his stones even quicker to puff up and become swollen. As he arches his back, leaning towards the mattress, his hips quake and shake, but where you might expect a ribbon of white to burst out of the head, nothing happens.

You suck in your breath sympathetically rubbing the tip with your thumb to see if you can't tease anything out, but whatever cursed him is concrete and binding. When you retract your hand, he almost whines, face bright with blood, tears threatening his eyes, lower lip swollen from his teeth biting down. At this point, you think, impotence would have been the kinder option because the brief sensation of pleasure would quickly be overruled by the misery of being unable to actually spill.

"Good boy," you whisper as he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, "that must have hurt, but you're so strong for me."

He lets out a little whimper, one you swallow away with a kiss. Slowly, he lays back against your blankets, letting you straddle his waist as you nip his lips far gentler than you usually would.

"There are two ways I can take you," you say, your tits pressed up against his chest, "like this, with your legs spread out, or from behind, while you're on your hands and knees. Since this is your first time, you may pick."

He squirms beneath you, his cock painfully hard and delightfully present against your stomach. As you drum your fingers right by his ears, you can see the gears running circles in his head, carefully weighing the pros and cons of each position while so aroused his entire pelvis must feel like it's being crushed.

"Whatever you don't choose, we can do next time," you offer, hoping that might motivate him to choose a bit better.

"I-" his face becomes more flushed than it already is, "I just want to look in your eyes."

Oh, he’s sweet, the little fucker. If he keeps this kind of syrupy attitude, you might just end up falling in love.

You slide back off the bed, planting yourself firmly between his legs. "Like this?"

"Yes… please." He adds the last bit like an afterthought, but he's learning at least.

"Good boy," you purr, gently rubbing his thigh. "I'll put on the strap."

He watches you like you're a prized prostitute putting on a strip show for the ages, irises locked on your hands as you begin to pull at the various buckles and buttons. Carefully, you loop his choice dildo through the metallic ring centered right in front of your pelvis, tightening the straps to secure it in place. Once you're satisfied it won't fly off once you start thrusting, you grab the bottle of lube and bring it over to where Abel lies.

Pouring some out into your hand, you warn, "this is going to feel a bit strange at first. Since you're not used to it, I will move slowly, but you need to tell me if it hurts."

He nods sharply, his breath quickening as you start massaging his ass with the lube. You're careful here, wondering if it might be easier on him if his legs were restrained, one hand firmly on a thigh while the other experimentally prods at his hole.

"You're doing so well," you tell him, pushing your thumb up into his asshole while he whimpers. "You're going to take this cock so good, Abel, it's going to slide right in."

After adding a touch more of lube, you push your index and middle finger in together, making a gradual scissoring motion to stretch him out further. His breath quickens, his hands clawing at your blankets, but he doesn't say anything beyond a soft, wordless moan. Satisfied with how his body seems to be adapting to the intrusion, you add a third finger, and begin to pump in and out in a sort of thrusting motion.

"How does that feel?" You ask, watching the way his cock twitches and shudders.

"Good," he manages to choke, his eyes begging you for more.

"I think you're ready," you nod, taking the bottle of lube from the bed and tantalizingly rubbing it onto your fake cock. "Are you? Do you want me to start thrusting into you, baby?"

"Yes, please," his breathing accelerates, his face wild and pained.

You stretch his ass out, careful with the head of the dildo as you slowly push it in. Just to make it easier on him, you pull his knees up, spreading his legs out further and holding them steady while he quivers. Then, inch by inch, you keep moving forward until you've buried it to the hilt, your hips brushing up against his innermost thigh. You stay like that for a moment, allowing him to get used to the object's size and intrusion, petting his thighs right where your hands rest to offer some comfort.

"Does it hurt much?" You ask soothingly.

"Just a bit," he murmurs, wiggling a little as though trying to get comfortable, "not as much as I thought it might."

"Good," you bump your hips a bit, just so he knows what you're about to do. Still moving without a bit of urgency, you move back, pushing your hips away, watching his face as the pain transitions away into pleasure. Then, repeating the previous movement, you thrust forward, a bit quicker this time.

"Fuck," he curses, "that feels… that feels nice."

At that behest, you pick up the pace slightly, still going significantly slower than usual, but still maintaining a structured speed. "You like it, baby?"

"Yes," he breathes, "I like it."

"Good," you keep going, watching his body struggle to stay still as you begin to up the speed of your thrusts.

He raises his hands to his mouth, biting down, so he doesn't cry out. You feel his thighs spasm and shake beneath your fingers, his body rolling up against yours as though silently begging for more. His eyes are shut tight, brow furrowed, a strange expression twitching at his face like he's experiencing a sensation that he doesn't know is positive or negative.

"I think," he gasps, his hips thrusting in their own accord, "I- It's-"

A thick, white spray of liquid shoots out of his cock, flying high and landing on his stomach. It doesn't stop there, though, seemingly a lifetime's worth of unspelt cum trying to escape while it can, a thick, hot layer erupting out and dripping down on his waist in tandem to your thrusts. You don't stop, either, especially not when he cries out, holding his legs firmly in place as he squirms and sobs with pleasure. Only once his cock falls limp do you stop, pulling the dildo out, and a river of lube drips down his ass.

He's shaking, as though experiencing some kind of awakening. As he props himself up on his elbows, he looks down, noticing the ribbons of cum that have accumulated on his chest and pelvis, then at you. After he sees some on his hand, he licks it, not to be coy, not to be sexy, but with the general curiosity of someone who has never tasted cum in his life.

"It's salty," he says, blankly, voice void of either dashed or met expectations. Like he legitimately has no idea what he's supposed to think.

And then he begins to cry.

You're so shocked by the action that you just stand there, dildo still in hand, as tears fall out of his eyes and dribble down his cheeks. Then you snap into action, wiping your sticky fingers on an available towel before threading them through his hair, pulling him close in an embrace, ignoring the cum that's now on your skin. His face is wet against your chest, his arms wrapping around your torso in a tightening hug, chest shuddering.

"You did so well," you say soothingly, petting his hair as he tries to get himself under control, "I'm so proud of you, Abel, you really did so wonderfully for your first time. You can cry if you need to, I know this was probably very difficult."

Before you know it, you're laying down with him, his body pressed up against every single curve and crevice of yours. His face is up against your chest, arms around your waist, and you hold his head in the crook of your elbow. While his chest shudders and shakes, you whisper and murmur a myriad of encouragement and praise, but you think that's only adding fuel to his emotional fire.

So you let him process his state of mind, remaining present throughout so he has someone to lean on. After a while, he quiets down, but he makes no motion to either sit up or start round two. To be entirely honest, both of you are probably done for the day, especially with how he's handling it, but you can't walk around with stale cum on your body. Once his breathing evens out, you untangle your limbs from him, waking him up from a shivering nap.

"Hey," you say softly, poking at him, "we need to clean off."

"R-right," he sniffs, rubbing his eyes, "I-I'm sorry, that was-"

"Don't apologize," you say, almost sharply, "that must have felt very intense, and you have a right to express your emotions."

He kisses you, slowly, lazily, and you cradle his face in your hands.

"We only need to wipe off a portion of this gunk," you say, unbuckling the strap from your waist, "I think that tonight we can spend some extra money and time in a bathhouse."

"What do you mean?" He asks, glancing down at the mess he spilt on his skin.

"There's this absolutely incredible bathhouse up the mountain, right where a hot spring is. The water is supposed to be three times as effective for cleaning and rejuvenating your skin or whatever, I think you deserve a little extra pampering tonight."

"Really?" He looks like he's about to cry again.

"Come on," you pull him up until he's sitting, "let's first get marginally cleaner, so it doesn't look like we've participated in a street-side orgy."

As he pours a bit of powdery soap in your tub of scrubbing water, you begin to unbraid his hair, brush in hand, running your fingers through his green tangles to smooth out the evidence of sex. He sponges his chest and torso clean, using smelling oils to hide the scent of cum as you begin to twist and knot his hair again.

"You handled this size very well for the most part," you say, using a pick to sharply part a section of his hair away, "I think that you might be ready to upgrade in a few months, we could get that little glass one that you wanted so bad."

"I would like that," he rasps, face just as flushed as when you bottomed out inside him.

Once you clean yourself off, you dress and leave, Abel in tow. The bathhouse is a large building, overtaking a fair amount of the presumably dead volcano that overlooks the bay. You've been there before, most of your crew has, but it's the sort of place that's so far from the docks that it's a hassle to get to. By the time you're up the cliffs, Abel is panting like he's never walked this far before.

You pay the teller, not bothering to make Abel take care of his own entrance fee. A wave of wet, sticky heat hits your face when you walk into the large marble atrium, the steam from the hot springs thick in the enclosed area. There's a convenient marble map on the wall, the building's outline labeled with thick letters.

"Where do you want to go first?" You ask, mentally wondering how they make the currents for the so-called wonderous whirlpool.

He points to one of the private pools, the side of his mouth twitching up.

"Those costs-"

"I can pay," he says, patting his satchel.

Okay, he wants to play games, you can get on that level. So you shrug, and follow him down the hallway, down the stairs to the long row of private rooms. After paying the attendant down there, you pick out a random section and close the wooden door behind you for some much-needed privacy.

Abel is already stripping bare, throwing himself in the water once naked. A window lets a small amount of light through its wooden blinds, only bright enough to see his outline. Once you're also undressed, you slip into the water, sighing with relief at both the heat and the scent of the oils. You settle on a curved section, probably explicitly built for laying on, and slowly begin to scrub at your skin with a bar of pumice you brought.

Oh, and Abel seems to be enjoying himself a lot, floating on his back, face staring up at the ceiling. He looks like he's in a faraway place, mouth in a soft, genuinely content smile. You let him be in his own little world for as long as he needs to be, satisfied with cleaning the last remaining hints of sex off your body while waiting for him to come back to you.

"You know," he says finally, rising out from the water and coming close, "despite everything else, I was very spoiled as a prince."

"No," you deadpan, "really?"

"Yeah- wait," he sniffs out your sarcasm much better now, "I mean, yes, it's probably undeniably obvious."

"Supremely so," you say, remembering how another captain asked you if you were holding Abel hostage because he was too goddamn refined compared to the rest of your crew.

"I was always told that I wasn't in a place to complain," he angles your body so he can play with your hair, "and I suppose in some aspects, that was true, but now I know that everything that happened beneath that roof, golden gilded or no, was… not healthy."

"No, Abel, I can't say that it was anything remotely so." Every time you hear about some aspect of his childhood, you're filled to the brim with murderous rage on his behalf.

"But at least now I can say that after living in the quote real world, I most definitely prefer this to that." You feel his fingers twist your hair into braids. "For example, your crew doesn't follow your commands because they're afraid of what will happen if they don't, they follow your commands because you've proven to them that you're a trustworthy and capable leader."

You open your mouth, but he interrupts you.

"Luck has nothing to do with it, either. I saw you dive after a freed slave in open water because she couldn't swim. That's not luck, that's courage, and those are the kinds of actions that your people take to heart."

"I guess," you don't like accepting heartfelt compliments, especially when you think you don't deserve them.

"Which is why," he finishes, pulling you closer, "I trusted you enough to ask you for help."

"And are you satisfied with the help I provided?" You ask, remembering how much cum he had spilt from that one single session.

"Oh, yes," he purrs, seemingly completely recovered from his near mental breakdown. "I'd give you a five-star review, but I don't think I like to share."

"Really? I garner that well of a reputation?" You ask, watching his hand slide between your legs.

"I want to thank you," he says, mouth on your ear, "but I need you to show me how. Teach me where to touch you?"

You suck in a lungful of steam, watching his long, elegant fingers slowly draw little circles on your thighs. "You're going to be walking all the way back with an erection."

"But you would like that," he accuses, entirely correct, "watching me walk back while so fucking hard I may start crying."

You believe you will, realizing that the idea of him trying to keep his fucking shit together while out in public does has some kind of appeal. So you remove yourself from his lap, hauling your body up onto the cool marble floor. Trying to seem enticing, you spread your legs for him, bringing your fingers down to offer up a clearer view of your entrance and clit. Breathing harder, you say, "Remember when we kissed?"

He nods solemnly.

"Similar concept, but here. Use your tongue and mouth."

With reverence, he places a hand on both your thighs, sinking down to his knees. Of all the things you've noticed about him, one of his better qualities is how he's such a fast learner. He kisses your lips as instructed, eyes flickering up to make sure you approve of his actions. When you nod encouragingly, he continues, opening his mouth to start licking at your pussy.

You lean back, pushing your weight onto your hands, lifting up a leg and placing it on his shoulder. "That's good Abel, just like that."

He presses his face further into your slick skin, kissing and sucking on the dark puckered flesh. While his tongue is only slightly rougher than you would have expected, it's not… painfully so, no, it's more like an added texture you didn't know would feel good. Up and down, he licks, capturing a bit of your opening between his teeth and gently pulling, if only to see your reaction.

To help him a little more, you push two of your fingers between your legs, finding your clit. "Here, Abel, lick me here, baby."

The obedient little thing, he does, finding it with ease now that you've directed him. He kisses it with reference, like it's a thing to be worshipped, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. When you hiss with pleasure, his eyes turn elated, like the two of you just shared an intimate secret, and he does it again.

"Fuck, Abel," you gasp, trying to find words of encouragement, "you lick my pussy so good, baby, it's like you were made for me."

"Does that make me your little whore?" He asks, voice thick with arousal.

"That makes you my special little whore," you correct, tucking a flyaway hair behind his ear.

He smiles lazily, pressing his mouth back between your legs, returning to work with more enthusiasm than before, flicking his tongue against your clit. Then, as though mimicking how you had opened him up earlier, he slowly presses a thumb through your slit, rubbing your inner, slick ridges. Fuck, he's a clever little bastard, and by the way you buck in his mouth, he's going to know it, too.

The pressure in your stomach grows, a wave of warm arousal dripping out of your core. Abel licks it all up like a seasoned prostitute, pulling you closer to the edge so gravity shifts your body down. He presses up, mouth and nose grinding up against your clit, now, adding far more pressure than before. You swallow thickly, trying to find the words to praise him, but thoughts start escaping your mind, replaced by pleasure.

"Good," you manage to croak out, "that feels good."

You can feel the smugness emanating off of him from making you speechless, his boldness only growing as you further spiral. As your hips start jerking, your thighs shaking, he continues to eat your pussy like he's a starving animal, the sounds from his open-mouthed sucking driving you positively mad.

It doesn't hit you all at once; instead, your orgasm comes in waves, each more volatile and pleasurable than the last. Abel must have sensed its arrival, locking his arms around your hips to hold you in place as you buck into his mouth. Nor does he deem you worthy of mercy, either, showing you every amount of vigor and determination you offered him barely hours before.

When you've ground it out, only plagued by a few aftershocks, he pulls away, a long trail of saliva and cum connecting his mouth to your core. And he smiles, he smiles, heaving for breath, lips flushed and swollen.

Slowly, you slide back into the water, legs weak and still shaking, right onto his lap. True to your prediction, he's hard, cock upright in the water, but he doesn't seem too bothered as you straddle his waist. You kiss him, taking things nice and slow, tasting the scented oils and sulfuric water along with your pleasure on his tongue.

"Did I do good?" He asks, digging for more praise.

But you give it to him, he deserves it after this kind of day. "Yes, Abel, you ate my pussy like a fucking slut."

His breathing quickens in excitement.

"I don't think the whores down in the red district could eat me out like that, and you did it on your first try." You pet the side of his face, running your fingertips over his pointed ears. "My clever, sweet little prince."

He nuzzles his face between your breast as you play with one of his braids.

"I think I'm going to keep you," you muse aloud, "would you like that? Would you like to be my bedmate from now on?"

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly. "Yes."

"Good," you whisper, tracing the path of his spine, "I think I can buy you that glass dildo, after all."

[the-slasher-files]

Lester n Vincent ( hcs) reacting to reader who is having a really bad anxiety attack and they pass out in their arms please and happy new year 🥺✨

Congrats you're my first person to request Lester lol Happy new year to you as well!... Ok so I went kind of wild with these and made them longer story based hcs, also added more slashers just for fun :) Hopefully I did Lester justice since this is my first write for him! Also warning, there is gore, blood and stress lol.. enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS REACT TO S/O THAT HAS A PANIC ATTACK

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT and LESTER

JASON VOORHEES

It was a night you saw him kill for the first time. The blood covered the branches of the bushes and oozed in the soil around you. The moonlight illuminated the plastic hockey mask now sprayed in a crimson paint, his chest rose and fell deeply, enough to see some bones sticking out from unhealed wounds.

At Jason’s feet were 3 teenagers' corpses. You knew what he did but seeing the bodies be brutally cut down 10 feet away from you was another story.

When you had woken up from a nap Jason was gone, he didn’t tell you people had been at the camp, if he did you would not have been on this walk in the first place, but you knew he would never wake you up. The words stupid, stupid, stupid screamed in your brain as you watched the bodies twitch and pour streams of blood. Would Jason be mad at you? Would he hurt you too? oh my god is that person really dead or still breathing?

You started to breathe heavy and choke when they caught the back of your throat violently, Jason moved towards you slowly. Even though you knew how gentle he was with you, you still questioned him at this moment; the blood flowing beneath boots, the smell of rich dirt and copper, the way the nature fell eerily silent following the high pitched wails of the victims, and the way the creature tore through the bodies with ease. It was all so animalistic. Wicked and ruthless.

Locking eyes with Jason you walked back a few steps, his blue eyes were dark, pupils blown with something you had never seen before, this was the killer of camp crystal lake. Throwing his machete to the ground he held out his large hands, gently pulling up his mask as if that might help.

Your throat was closing and hot tears started to flow down your cheeks, broken gasps and whimpers rose from your chest as Jason stood towering over you.

“J-jay..” you cried and felt yourself go lightheaded as his large bloodied hand reached for you, one last tough inhale and your world went black.

Coming to, you were in the cabin, with the fire roaring and about 3 blankets on top of you. A large shadow stirred from the kitchen and came into the light. It was Jason with a hot towel and your favourite drink, softly he smiled rushing to your side. He was maskless and all cleaned up, looking under the blanket you were just in your underwear and a t-shirt, cleaned from any blood.

Kneeling down beside you Jason gingerly brushed a few stray hairs from your face and kissed your forehead. You could tell by the way he lingered and how soft his touch was that you scared him and made him worry. Pressing his forehead against yours Jason squeezed his eyes almost trying to tell you that it hurt, you hurt his heart, scared him so badly and made his nightmares come true. It wasn’t your fault he knew and made you aware of that by his touches and kisses.

The sight of you sprayed with blood and going limp under his grasp was something Jason had only seen in the darkest corners of his mind. He is making sure you stay put and knows exactly where he is going next time.

MICHAEL MYERS  

The door creaked open to the bedroom, you had been laying there for a while in and out of sleep, just waiting for Michael’s return. He never slept well, so often Michael found himself lurking in the shadows of the night, or just watching some tv downstairs not wanting to disturb you.

Rolling over you squinted, trying to see in the darkness “Michael..” you whined, reaching out slightly into the shadows.

Soft eyes started to adjust to the darkness and you were met with eyes that weren’t the cold gaze of your lovers, they were alive with curiosity and there was a different maliciousness. This was a much different predator, one the shadows rejected and gave up to you. It was a smaller man in height and muscle, dressed head to toe in black tight-fitting clothes.  

A scream left your lips and you tried to scramble away when gloved hands grabbed your ankles pulling you closer to the stranger. His body weight leaned against your frame, his smell revoltingly encapsulated yours; sure to the average person he might've smelled nice but you only had taste for one dangerous cologne, the one of rich copper and animalistic musk.

Kicking and screaming only one name left your lips, "Michael". It was the only thought you had. You knew Michael would come for you, he always did in bad situations. Your scream was his soft siren call and he was the broken sailor beckoned; however, it was much more possessive and raw than that. Michael never liked his things to be tampered with. You were his and that was that.    

The stranger above you reached in his pockets and found some zip ties, struggling but bounding your legs and wrists together. “what a little fighter” His words sharp and almost making you gag.

Your breath became more and more ragged, blood pumping and heart racing loudly in your ears, while streams of tears flowed. Crippled whimpers and wails caught in your throat more and more with each stroke of the stranger's gloved hands.

That’s when something stirred in the hallway, a flash of navy and white them seamlessly blending into the shadows like a perfected craft. This was his art, not the strangers. “You should be afraid” you choked out. The man gave a laugh “of what?”

“Of me” a deep growl spoke from the shadows. The man widened his eyes looking directly into yours, as Michael reached around and slit his throat from ear to ear. Blood spraying over you, the bed and running a deep crimson river to the floor, choking and deep gurgles filled the air. You watched the life drain from the man's green eyes and he reached out for you to help him ironically. Michael grabbed the man looking him in the eyes, feeding his own sick desires of watching a soul leave the body or maybe wanting the stranger to meet the cold inhumane gaze, making him terrified as he died.

Even though you knew the more than tense situation was over, you just witnessed a man die; he was bleeding, clutching his throat fruitlessly, life leaving his eyes and grabbing for you. It was all too raw and your throat was closing, you could taste the unfamiliar copper on your lips making you shudder in disgust. Michael ripped off the white mask and he propped you up under his knee and one arm, while the other was on his dripping blade.

“Mi-Michael, please” you whimpered against his chest feeling yourself go fuzzy and limp. A rough shake kept you awake for a moment then you saw his knife coming towards you to cut the zip ties and that was it, the world went black.

Waking up, you coughed and sputtered at the warm water that was splashed in your face. You were in the bathtub, warm pinkish water surrounded you and a large hand cupped your jaw while the other wiped some blood away from you and rubbed at the marks on your wrists.

Meeting Michael’s cold gaze, it wasn’t cold, it was oddly warm still with that edge that his damaged eye gave him. “Baby” you whispered reaching a shaky hand to run along his cheek and sharp jaw. Michael didn’t turn away or roughly remove your hand like normal, he allowed your touch and leaned into it, closing his eyes and whispering barely audible “I’m sorry”

BO SINCLAIR

The screams and gunshots had stopped. Only the muffled classical music flowed from the basement where Vincent was working. Usually, Bo would come immediately back home, dragging his bloodied adrenaline-filled frame through the front door. 10 minutes went by then another and another. You began to grow worried and sick to your stomach with anxiety.

Hesitantly you grabbed one of Bo's jackets and heading out to the garage. The familiar scent of ash, teakwood and grease eased you enough to walk down the dimly lit abandoned streets.

Rounding a corner, from the shadows a man reached out for you, it was a man you had seen from this morning and left with Bo in the gas station. He was still alive, covered in blood but still alive. The man pulled you against the wall of the old building. Your heart pounded in your skull and your breath became broken and hitched, hearing footsteps pounding towards you the man whipped you around, placing you in front of him like a shield.

You met the dangerous baby blues of Bo, he was seething, shoulders tensed, neck stiff with veins popping and hands on his shotgun. "Let. Her. Go." Bo's words coated in venom, a wickedness you had never heard before. "Bo" you whimpered as the stranger tightened his hold on you, now placing a sliver shiv to your collar bone.

"If you let me leave, I will let her go.." the stranger negotiated. "We both know that can't happen... how ‘bout you let her go and I won't make ya suffer" Bo shifted his hand on the gun and the stranger raised the blade to your chin, your tears were uncontrolled at this point, silently pleading with Bo to do whatever the man said. "Fuck.. Alright, alright" Bo began to place the gun on the ground slowly, but nodded twice at you, a signal he practiced with you, closing your eyes and inhaling as much as you could, you knew what you had to do. Do what Bo taught you, just in case this might ever happen.

With one quick motion you grabbed the man's wrist pulling and twisting, using your hip to fuel momentum, yanking the man down in a struggle you managed to grab the blade and stab into his neck. At this point it was just adrenaline, you were never supposed to actually kill him, Bo taught you just to wait, but the damage had been done. Blood was on your hands, oozing and spraying with each thump of the man's heart. The scared look in his eyes made you wanna choke, you would never forget this. The whole scene was too raw. You had just killed a man.

Quickly Bo came to your side and beat the strangers' skull in with the end of his shotgun, it was brutal, gory, unmerciful assault. He was gone but Bo was lost in rage, the man touched and threatened what was his.

“Bo... Bo p-please, Bo” your cried pushing yourself along the cold asphalt. Whipping around Bo was not human, he was a beast, covered in blood, huffing and bearing his teeth. “Bo enough” you shook frozen in his gaze “B-baby” whispering to try and bring him back. Bo dropped the bloody gun and stepped towards you, kneeling down he held you, felt every broken gasp and shake. The scene replayed in your head over and over again, suddenly you gave a whimper and felt yourself go limp under Bo’s grasp.

Waking up your eyes adjusted to the warm yellow lighting of the old house, loud footsteps moved in a pattern, back and forth Bo paced until there was some muffled yelling “What do you mean there is nothing you can do?!... she just went limp... Fuck I don’t know... how could she just be fine?!” You let out a whimper and shifted on the old couch and Bo practically ran to you, cupping your face gently but always with a rough edge. His eyes were red, possibly from tears or adrenaline, he shook and breathed heavily.

“Baby, don’t ever do that again!” Bo yelled, most likely rougher than he initially intended but he kissed your forehead gingerly. “You scared the shit outta me!” You knew his yelling was just his fear. The nightmare of losing you could’ve come true tonight, and once the adrenaline wore off you knew he would be gentle again and hold you all night.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Coming home from a shitty day your anxiety was already higher than normal, you labelled papers wrong at work and just couldn't seem to do anything right today; All you wanted was to just get comfy with some bad food and lay in your boyfriend's arms, forgetting the world. Carrying your exhausted stressed body into the old home, it was quiet; Bo must have been at the garage and maybe Vincent was downstairs.

Tossing your bags and shoes off to the side, you made your way to the basement, guided by candlelight. The eerie silence, the hot air and the creepy faces in the wall made a less than relaxing atmosphere. With each creek of the stairs, your heart seemed to race faster, even though you had made your way down these stairs hundreds of times before there was a different energy here, one with malice, one that drew tingles up your spine.

Rounding the corner, Vincent stood behind some sort of contraption made of metal and leftover medical supplies. The structure held a wax-coated body, one of the men you had lured into town yesterday. Vincent had always kept you away from the making of his creations, it was a brutal process, especially when he usually left the victims alive, Bo said “it gave them more expression if they’re still livin”

Vincent was lost in focus, smoothing the skin and creating delicate textures, if you didn’t know it was a real life person under the wax it honestly might have been soothing to watch, but you swallowed hard at the reality. You felt your throat started to become scratchy and closed with anxiety, clearing your throat it drew the attention of your boyfriend across the room.

You must’ve scared Vincent by your presence because he jolted the metal structure and there was a loud snap. A deep red oozed from the neck of the wax body and pooling on the floor. Vincent’s blue eye looked down to the body then back to you, watching as you covered your mouth and shook.

Rushing over to you Vincent gently placed a hand in your hair and one on your arm trying to steady you, pulling your chin up you saw the worry on his face under the wax mask. He could feel your ragged breathing, shaking and Vincent could have sworn he heard your heartbeat. Clutching his chest you felt yourself go lightheaded and fall into him, your eyes closed as Vincent held you.  

Gingerly opening your eyes you felt a hard body underneath you, the room was dimly lit by the lamp on the bedside table, and you noticed a glass of water was next to the lamp. A hand carded through your hair while the other ran a cool towel against your forehead, Vincent sat up slightly so he could meet your eyes when he noticed you had woken up.

Softly smiling you spoke “Di-Did I pass out?” Vincent just nodded slowly and signed ‘Do you feel ok?’ “yeah.. I think it was just an anxiety attack” Vincent kissed your head as you continued “...and I didn’t each much today” He frowned but nodded again, ‘Stay... I will grab you some food’    

LESTER SINCLAIR    

“Why the hell is Louisiana so damn hot?” you ask irritably uncomfortable in the truck as Lester came into the drivers side. This morning wasn’t exactly ideal and you got a terrible sleep, Lester tried to help but it just gave you anxiety. You hated these days when just out of nowhere you would feel anxious for simply no reason, but thankfully Lester never blamed you or made you feel bad.

“I know baby girl, it’s s’possed to be in the hundreds all week” He said turning the key making the old truck come to life. Groaning, you tried to roll down the window and it wouldn't budge just adding to the torture "oh man, I forgot to ask Bo to fix that, sorry cupcake" you glared at the name he gave while Lester just laughed rolling down his window.

This morning you decided to drive around with your boyfriend, cleaning up the roads of any roadkill. You had never done it with him before and honestly you kind of felt bad just sitting at home, not ever helping him.

Mindless chatter and laughter made the ride short and Lester tried to distract you from your own anxious mind. Pulling over it was not a pleasant scene, the poor thing was bent and broken with blood smeared all over the road. “oh my god Lester... poor little deer” you stood back allowing Lester to pull the deer over by the truck.

“Necks broke.. the thing didn’t suffer” Lester gave you a gentle smile and nodded trying to make light of his gory job. “Ready?” he asked as you helped lift the deer onto the flatbed of the truck.

Picking up one more deer carcass along the way, you were now headed to ‘the pit’. You had been there only once before, when you met Lester but he had never let you go back since. Even he didn’t stick around the dumping grounds often.

“If ya wanna stay in the truck it’s fine” Lester smiled. “No, no I’m ok” you insisted jumping out of the truck. The smell was unbearable, flies swarmed and the gore was horrifying, especially to an animal lover. Your heart started to race and you felt like throwing up, but you tried to push it away and continue to help Lester dragging the deer into the pit.

“Ya alright?” he asked looking at your frozen figure. There was a hand. A human hand sticking up from the middle of a deer carcass. You couldn’t hear Lester’s calls for you, your heart pounded too hard and your breath seemed to be stuck in your throat. Quickly Lester moved behind you trying to move you away from the scene but suddenly you went limp and passed out.

Coming to, you were laying in some grass, a nice shady spot away far away from the pit. Lester was running toward you with a water bottle from the truck and coming to sit next you, he propped you up on his knee handing you the bottle “Fuck ya scared me baby” the stroked your hair and held you tight. “Sorry Les” you whispered looking into his soft brown eyes. “Don’ be sorry.. I never should’a let ya join” Lester bent down to kiss your cheek and wipe some blood away “Can we just go home and shower?” you giggled.    

[ladyartemesia]

Fic recs for taehyung? I love your stuff btw I’ve read them all uwu

As a beacon of extra-ness in an already extra world, I am entirely incapable of just recommending fics like a normal blog. No. I’ve got to wax on like a bloomin connoisseur. I have compiled some (but not all) of my favorite works in several different categories and sorted them accordingly. This crazy list is so long I had to add a “keep reading”... but I simply couldn’t bear to leave any of these off the list. They are all so good!

Fics have been divided into 8 categories. Some are under the cut. 

 ▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨  ▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨ ▨ FANTASY ▨ ▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨ ▨ HYBRID and ABO (alpha/omega) ▨ ▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨ ▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨ ▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex) ▨ ▨

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨

Insomnia by @hobiwonder

This is one of those fics I read and literally could not stop thinking about. It is wildly hot and honestly hilarious. Poor reader cannot sleep and the beautiful bro she’s tutoring offers a rather unconventional solution.

(Ego) Hoe Chronicles: KTH by @suga-kookiemonster

Listen. If you find a niche fan blog devoted entirely to Ego Tae... I’m not gonna say it’s mine. But it’s probably mine. I once told suga-kookiemonster that I would literally read a story about Ego Tae going grocery shopping on a Wednesday night and I stand by that. In this lurid romp, the reader falls into the clutches of everyone’s favorite bohemian sex lord and he rails her into another dimension.

Falling, Falling, Gone by @johobi

Pining (mutual or otherwise) is not really my thing, but I would straight up read Jo’s laundry list if she posted it. As usual I was blown away by how everything she does seems somehow better than any other version of it. This reader is really unique as well, and her relationship with the wildly popular soccer star Tae comes to a sexy and hilarious head at a sort of bachelor auction. With sharp dialogue, delightful subtext, and fantastic side characters, you really shouldn’t miss it. It’s pretty much perfect.

A Friendly Favor by @baeseoul

This is the classic “teach me some sex for another woman” trope and it is done so well. Sweet best friend Tae is looking to benefit from your experience, but his is not the only world about to be thouroughly rocked.

Officer Kim and the Criminal Crush by @ddaengyoonmin

This is one of the best twists on childhood friends to lovers I have ever seen. Tae grows up to become a cop and reader grows up to be a societal menace. I won’t spoil it, but it’s the perfect blend of nostalgia, tenderness, and smut. This fic technically doesn’t have a name so I had to give it one to link it. It’s part of an AMAZING series Zoe did that I also highly recommend.

Out of the Blue by @jimlingss

This is one of those stories that blooms throughout the narrative until you are left with this gorgeous flower at the end. I loved the journey of these two characters. It was real and it perfectly captures the experience of finding your soulmate in the person you least expect.

Sin Pijama by @brilliantlybasicb

This fic is a switch culture fic. It is wild wicked hot and this Tae is unreal. I love the way he lets the reader think she is in control just long enough. It is a wild romp with an adorable sequel and honestly you should read it.

Girls Like You by @jjiminah

I was in jjiminah’s asks IMMEDIATELY about this fic because I had FEELINGS. The reader begins wordlessly teasing and tempting Tae on their morning bus ride every day until he is literally losing his mind. Everything that follows is fire. Jjiminah has hinted she will wrote more for these two and I NEED IT.

Sighs and Sonnets by @btsaudge

This fic is beautiful. Like it’s basically art. This is a bad boy who is bad for you. But he has the soul of a poet and the stroke game of a renaissance master. Bittersweet and seductive, this fic is a full experience.

The Text by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Tae is your friend with benefits but it looks like feeling may have been caught by one or more parties. When you attempt to soothe your aching heart with another pretty boy, Tae decides to stake his claim. This was very sexy. The whole fic was sexy.

▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨

Monster by @neonlights92

Monster and all of its companion series about each of the boys is one of those fics that I reread constantly and also just think about constantly. This is one of the best mafia AUs out there and it’s characters are vivid and unforgettable. Tae’s stubborn resistance to his lovely new wife in contrast with her quiet, clever strength really brings this story to life. A word of warning. The masterlist links are a bit messed up. To read part two you must click on part three. And to read part three must click on part four. The link to part four is at the bottom of part three (or you can just search it on her site. It is definitely all there though).

Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash

There is a reason the incomparable Shanna is on this list three times. She is truly incomparable. This is childhood friends-to enemies-to spouses and it is wonderful. I adore this Tae. He is sharp and vulnerable and occasionally heavy handed, but truly a gem. This fic also features one of the best angry sex scenes I’ve ever run my eyeballs across.

▨ FANTASY ▨

Chism by @kpopfanfictrash

The world-building in this story is genuinely awe inspiring. You could write series upon series within this vivid universe. The god of Winter is missing and Summer’s heat burns unchecked for many years. The reader is a warrior with a unique ability tasked with guarding a very interesting prisoner. This story is so good. I mean it is really bloomin incredible. It’s hard to say what I liked best about it, because it was stellar across the board.

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash

In the pantheon of delicious Tae incarnations, Obsidian Taehyung is essentially unrivaled as a grey witch who moonlights as a sexy rock star. His extremely erotic clash with a white witch detective plays out as the two of them track down a sinister killer (with the help of some truly memorable side characters).

Out of this World by @ddaengyoonmin

This one is really unique. Tae is a merman scientist on the water planet of Neptune and when the reader and her misguided crew crash into his sea, he takes it upon himself to improve inter-species relations. This fic features excellent world building alongside several twists and surprises. Clever scientist Tae is downright irresistible.

▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨

Picking Flowers by @jamaisjoons

So this story is a journey - truly a beautiful one and it’s a gorgeous addition to the hanahaki genre. There is real pain and I cried real tears, but gosh it was so sexy and so worth it. I was surprised by how truly immersed I ended up in this piece. I lost track of everything else. The end is insanely satisfying, but the journey is really what makes this fic unmissable.

Until Yesterday by @jimlingss

This fic destroyed me slowly then slowly put me together again piece by piece. When I say I went through it - I WENT THROUGH IT. The story is loosely based on the movie “The Vow” and it is just fantastic. Beautiful and tender till the last word.

The Foolish Muse by @bibbykins

This is the story of someone who is deeply in love, but knows they deserve better. It is a sexy and evocative work with allusions to mythology that fit seamlessly into the narrative. I think my favorite part is Tae discovering how much the reader meant to him and what choices ultimately lead them to a really delicious conclusion.

Back to You by @ladyartemesia

The last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake again. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Kim Taehyung is the love of your life, until one day he disappears without a trace.

Vacancy by @ppersonna

This one is the only idol AU on the list and I normally don’t read those, but Lindy’s work is too good to miss in any setting. I am thrilled I took a look because what I found was a glimpse into a beautiful relationship that weathers and eventually overcomes the challenges of loving in the limelight. There is a LOT of emotional depth and symbolism which really elevates everything about this lovely story. The reader’s internal struggles in the face of her lover’s fame are extremely well done.

▨ HYBRID and ABO ▨ (alpha/omega)

Eye of the Tiger by @opaljm

I am beyond hype about this story which is (very) loosely inspired by Zootopia and features a cocky tiger Taehyung and a fiesty prey hybrid he needs to fake date in order to keep panther Jimin from murdering him. (Tiger Tae got a tad too frisky around Jimin’s mate and now things are dangerously awkward.) This story is already so freakin good. I cannot wait for the rest.

Silver and Blue by @taetaewonderland

What happens when you get on the wrong side of the right werewolf? Very sexy - very crazy times. Chronologically this is the first of the Silver and Blue series which follows barely civilized were-Tae through his courtship and eventually his relationship with the spunky reader. Holla to all my impreg kink homies. This is the fic for you.

Heat Run by @ladyartemesia

As I said before, the last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake twice. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Alpha lawyer V is a man of many secrets, but his well ordered reality spirals wildly out of control when he crosses paths with a fiery omega set on saving the world from his wicked ways.

Beautiful Stranger by @interludemoonchild

This was a wild ride from start to finish. Taehyung is a tiger hybrid shifter who escapes from the circus to be close to a veterinary student he bonded with. There is a lot of interesting twists and surprises in this one. I was definitely screaming at the end.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by @jingabitch

A very young wolf hybrid Taehyung adopts you as his pet human when you are just a kid. After Tae leaves to serve in the military he returns to an adult version of his sweet little princess and chaos ensues. Mind the tags for this one folks. It’s excellent, but there are very triggering themes throughout.

▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨

Level of Restraint by @lemonjoonah

This is not strictly a Tae fic in that he is only one of three major players in this twisted masterpiece. Lemon is the undisputed queen of the surprise twist and this one is truly brilliant. People dropped this fic in the discord calling it the best fan fiction they had ever read and I am not here to argue with them at all. Fair warning, every word - every inch of this fic is sexy and it’s delicious brand of titillation is wrapped around your psyche good and tight by the end.

Four by @luxekook

The quadruplets next door are fueling your very lurid fantasies. It turns out they have some fantasies of their own... You will need water if you read this fic. This is the original patented Kim Taehyung Horny Hive Mind 4D Experience™

▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨

The Heat Wave Series by @curly-bangtan

The original story (chapter 1) in this series is definitely famous, but I don’t know how many people have read all 9 chapters and if you haven’t, you are really missing the incredible journey of two very horny idiots stumbling recklessly towards real and amazing love. Everything is set off when the air conditioner breaks and a pair of wild roommates shed their inhibitions along with their clothes.

Flicker by @chimoona

So this fic started out with adorable neighbor dynamics and ended with erotic rope tying. Baby I was ABOUT IT. This was so bloomin hot and also like sweet and tender. Really a sexy and sentimental treasure.

Not Your Typical Flower Shop Story by @jungtaeyoongles

This story goes from “aww” to “WHAT THE-” real quick. Fast paced plot and twist after twist turn the whole flower shop au upside down and then inside out. I can’t say more because spoilers but like - WOW.

▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC ▨ (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex)

Extracurricular by @ppersonna

One of my favorite professor-student AUs. The reader writes her gorgeous professor a borderline erotic analysis of several major works of art and he feels compelled to discuss it with her privately. Lindy really outdid herself on this one. It is scorchin. Professor Tae is actually really sweet and somehow that just makes the whole thing hotter.

Akrasia by @nitaescence

This is insanely hot. Emphasis on the insane because it’s basically a super erotic romp where you have sex with a man you don’t know (Taehyung) on a crowded public bus. I literally felt my blood pressure going up the longer I read. Whew.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

This one hit me right in the feels. Taehyung is a sweet and lonely man who has a standing Wednesday appointment with an upscale sex worker. As the story progresses, feelings become involved on both sides. When I say I am checking her page thrice daily for part three... This is so engrossing. And this Tae. I just want to hold him.

Daffodil Dreams by @sombreboy

Tread carefully ladies and gents. This story is excellent, but it is easily the darkest fic on the list and, if you choose to read it, please read the trigger warnings carefully. The reader is a psychologist called in to analyze a very dangerous criminal. As their sessions progress, however, several boundaries are crossed.

Obey by @jjkfire

Taehyung is the most feared and ruthless member of the local mafia and you are the world’s most inept escort. You needed a job, but had no real interest in sex work and you’ve managed to fly under the radar as a glorified waitress until Kim Taehyung himself walks into your agency and decides that you’re the only girl he wants. Oh my gosh I loved this story so much. It was downright amazing and there is a surprise at the end that makes everything even sweeter.

[serendipityjxmn]

Mr. President

Chapter 14

TW: None

Words Count: 1.5k

Link to Masterlist

Link to Chapter 15

You’re home early. Since you so conveniently followed your heart to resign right at that moment. You sigh, looking up at the ceiling where you lay defeated on your bed.

You wonder if you did things right.

But at the same time it kind of feels liberating.

He doesn’t even mention about your gift to him.

You sigh again. You don’t really resent your husband. He did the same thing a hundred other employers would do. He can’t let you off the hook simply because you’re his wife.

Although you guess he could’ve brought you somewhere else and lash out on you where not everyone could witness it.

Without realizing it, you fell into a slumber and only wakes when the dusk has set. You glance at the clock and sits up almost immediately. It’s around the time Jimin would be back and you haven’t prepared dinner yet. Hoping he hasn’t reach home yet, you quickly head downstairs and make your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startle you a little. You turn to see your husband standing at the threshold, looking quite unsure of himself.

You almost want to let out a laugh but holds yourself, although barely. “I made some spaghetti today.”

He takes a step forward hesitantly. You sit yourself in front of him once you laid dinner on the table.

You see him hesitate to eat and despite knowing it’s because of earlier events, you couldn’t help asking. “You.. don’t like spaghetti..?” Just in case.

“You’re not mad.” He states.

You try really hard to stifle a smile and hopefully it works. “I’m not.” You simply say before beginning on your own spaghetti.

“You quit your job.”

You pause for a while before answering. “You’ve always been keen to get rid of me at the company, thought I’ll make it easier.” You joke but Jimin apparently doesn’t seem to understand. You sigh and look at him. “I’m not mad. You did what you have to.”

You see his shoulder visibly relaxes at this. “Took an unfair accusation to get you to quit your job.” He teases back and this time you smile. “I’m.. sorry I yelled.. I should’ve asked before blindly getting mad at you.”

“It’s okay. At least I get to sleep in again now.”

He smiles at that. “And um..”

You look up and for a fleeting second, you think he’s blushing.

“Thanks.. for the gift.” He says quickly.

Your lips break into the biggest smile upon hearing that, heart hammering from his simple words.

He smiles at you too, or basically just the corner of his lips quirking very slightly. But you don’t care.

All is good again.

It feels good to have a lot of time at hand again. You’ve started again on art using the art set Jimin gave you. And you’ve since been working on your small portrait. You smile at Jimin’s face that you’ve drawn so far. You try your hardest to enunciate all of his beautiful features. And it’s the best pose of him that you like, him smiling. His blinding smile that could literally light up the whole world.

You’re careful to cover the painting in canvas whenever you’re away because you can’t risk Jimin finding out.

And you don’t know how but your mind is suddenly reminded of your personal diary, a book where you religiously writes your day which nowadays is mostly filled with Jimin.

Glancing at the clock, you head upstairs to change clothes. Once you’re done, you head down to find your personal bodyguard that your husband informed you before, Taeseok.

“Hey um-“ you begin as soon as you see him. He staggers to his feet quickly, perhaps surprised to see you. You feel kind of weird too to finally be communicating with him.

“Hi.” You say again awkwardly. He nods his head in equal awkwardness. “Um- I need to head to the office to pick up some stuff.”

He nods. “I’ll bring the car around.” He says simply.

It’s a very innocent and seemingly harmless act. You deciding to pay a visit to the company where you once work to pick up some stuff. You even try to have a small conversation with your bodyguard on your way to the company.

Except that it is all a mistake.

Stepping out of the car, a woman walks past you, making you stop in your tracks. You stare as she walks past and enters the company.

That model figure and long black hair.

You feel like your world is collapsing. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst and your head is spinning. Everything around you seems to spin and you stumble and would’ve face planted on the ground if Taeseok didn’t step in and holds you firm.

“You alright, Mrs. Park?”

You scoff. Mrs. Park. Not like it means anything other than just you as one of his property. You manage to stand again with the help of your bodyguard. Eyes staring blankly at the building entrance. All thoughts or will to enter and retrieve your things are gone.

Trying hard to ignore the physical pain in your chest, you turn to look at Taeseok and finds him staring at the entrance as well. His gaze turns to you then and you could see the look of sympathy in his eyes. That seems to set off something in you as your tears flow immediately.

Taeseok sees this and quickly swallows. “Would you like me to take you home, Mrs. Park?” He offers kindly.

You can only nod meekly.

You’ve burnt yourself once and cut yourself twice now as you’re preparing meals in the kitchen because you’ve been zoning out too much.

Your heart hurts too much.

But at the same time you also feel like laughing hysterically, laughing at yourself who seems so pathetic right now.

You thought everything is going well between the both of you. You thought you’ve made progress with your husband.

Took you few months to slowly crack his shell only for him to break any hope you have within seconds. Only for you to realize he has a million other shells around him and that you’ve barely scratched his first.

For the hundredth time now, you went to the kitchen sink and wash your face to clear off any evidence of you crying. You don’t need your husband to see and snide you about this. Wiping your face dry, you draw a breath and start cooking properly.

You sense his presence before you hear him. His footsteps can be really silent, you think. Your thinking is right that Jimin’s behind you when you whiff the smell of his vanilla-tinged cologne, perhaps your most favourite smell in the world and you quickly brace yourself.

You’re cutting onions on the chopping board when arms snake around you, making you jump and you almost cut yourself again if not for Jimin’s right hand that holds your wrist firmly.

“Careful.” He whispers.

How could you not when every ounce of him screams danger?

Your lung drops when Jimin slumps forward and rests his head on your shoulder, his free hand on the edge of the counter in front of you, practically caging you from behind.

Your whole body freezes. You’ve never been this hyper aware of every nerves coursing through your vein.

“J-Jimin what are you-“

“Ssh, just stay like this. Let me just stay like this for 5 minutes.” He murmurs against your shoulder.

Your body remains stiff as seconds tick by. “Relax.. I’m not going to harm you.”

Something in his tone makes the hairs raise against your skin.

“You’re very jumpy.” You hear him sigh.

You swallow thickly. “T-tough day?” You immediately regret asking because your own voice betrays you but he doesn’t seem to sense it.

He only grunts and you wait but he doesn’t say anything so you come to accept the fact that it’s his way of responding.

The time continues to stretch yet your whole body doesn’t relax at all. Because your mind is all sorts of chaos, your heart is everything unsettled.

If it was five hours ago, before you went to the company and saw Clara Kim walking in, you’d probably stay still and lend your shoulder for as long as he wants. But you feel your own heart breaking, little by little as each second you let him leaning on you ticks by.

“Jimin please don’t do this..”

“Do what?” He mumbles, still not lifting his head.

‘You- you’re always cold to me.. so cold and distant.. you’re somewhere I can’t reach and suddenly you’re doing this-“

He lifts his head as you seem to have taken his attention fully. You brave yourself to turn your body to face him and sees him staring back at you, eyes blown.

“Why?” He says harshly and you can’t help but flinch. “You’re my wife. And don’t forget that I own you.” Don’t forget that you’re nothing.

Your eyes start to sting. Tears threatening to cloud your vision but you quickly blink them away. “No- no I can’t do this.. I know it’s just temporary but I- I can’t.. not when I’m sharing you with someone else-“

“Share?” His voice raises. “Who the fuck do you think I’m-“

“Clara Kim.” The name is out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “I know about her.” You say quietly.

And Jimin’s expression turns furious instantly. You’ve never seen him so mad. “That’s none of your fucking business. And you know nothing.” He snarls and storms away.

He didn’t come to bed that night.

Link to Chapter 15

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