#Where can I submit my arm for him to munch on?

[drmikhailov]

Jumping on that hype train @the-raven-lady I'm here for the cannibalism and I ain't going nowhere 👁️👁️

[dandylovesturtles]

Since 100 Feet and a World Away got submitted to the Separated AU Comp (thanks whoever submitted!) and now some people are going through my tag I thought I would just throw down a little scribble to introduce you all to Leo and Mikey in the AU! I’m just doing this on my phone so sorry it is not fancy lol

If you’re new to the AU just check out my 100 Feet and a World Away tag! I have a lore post in my pinned as well.

I’m just building this thing as I go lol~

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They don’t muzzle Leo on the walk back to his room this time, because he’s munching on watermelon.

He doesn’t care about it much. The watermelon is just a carrot - not literally, obviously, but metaphorically. Leo doesn’t care about the carrot, because the stick is an electric cattle prod and it’s aimed right at his little brother.

But he was good today. Did what he was supposed to. And if he keeps some watermelon in his mouth they won’t muzzle him, so he takes little bites and tries not to show too much teeth as he does it.

The humans don’t like seeing his teeth.

They open the door and push him inside. He’s made to go through his normal routine: weight, height, pupil check, reflexes. They let him keep the watermelon throughout it today.

Then they lead him up the steps over the concrete wall to the shallow pool that is his home and unlock his collar.

The collar is another stick. Like the cattle prod, it shocks.

After it’s been pulled from his neck, he wades through the water to the rocks in the middle. Mikey is curled up there, eyes closed and breath even. Leo doesn’t know how he can sleep when humans are in the room.

He runs a hand over Mikey’s arm to rouse him, watching his little brother yawn and crack open an eye. He always waits for Leo to speak first; when Leo says nothing, he knows it’s not safe.

He sits up, then tilts his head at Leo, eyes still sleepy. Leo can’t help but smile, close lipped so there’s no teeth. Even with his back to the humans, he can’t risk it.

He holds out his partially eaten watermelon.

Mikey’s eyes light up; he reaches out and breaks a hunk off with his fingers, eating it slowly and with relish.

“See?” Leo hears one of the humans say. “It’s exhibiting sharing behaviors.”

“So do rats, Tim,” says the other. “It’s not that special.”

Leo ignores them, pushing the watermelon toward Mikey to urge him to take more. Mikey looks at it, then raises his eyes to meet Leo’s.

He pushes the watermelon back.

Leo frowns, shoving the watermelon back at Mikey with more force. Shakes it a little. Mikey’s mouth gains a defiant twist and he shakes his head.

Leo suppresses a sigh - it would be too human of a gesture. Instead he just tears off a hunk of the watermelon and shoves it in his mouth.

Mikey smiles again. He doesn’t bother hiding his teeth. He takes more of the watermelon.

“They’re well socialized,” says one of the humans, and the other hums in agreement.

…

“I made you something,” says Mikey later, when the humans have gone home for the night. He moves away from where he was laying before, revealing a pattern of lines etched in the dirt.

“Look! It’s you!” He points. “Here’s your eyes… and your chin… and your marks!”

Leo thinks he can see it. The crescent moons over the little circles are his eyes and markings, the bigger circle the rest of his face. Leo doesn’t know anything about this - drawings, Mikey said - but he thinks Mikey must be pretty good at it.

Because Mikey is his little brother and he’s incredible, of course.

“Hey yeah!” Leo says with enthusiasm. “Almost as pretty as the real me.”

He’s going to have to destroy it later, but he doesn’t say that, because Mikey is beaming.

Instead he says, “Next time I give you food, will you just eat it?”

Mikey’s face falls anyway, so it didn’t matter. “You have to eat, too.”

“I do eat.”

“Those yucky nutrition blocks,” says Mikey, crinkling his nose.

“Hey, I like ‘em,” Leo lies. “That’s why I don’t mind giving you my watermelon.”

Mikey is still frowning. He shuffles back a little on the rock.

“…You don’t have to protect me all the time,” he says.

Leo’s grin doesn’t falter, doesn’t slip, no matter how much it hurts. He can’t afford it.

He reaches over and pulls Mikey into a headlock, ignoring all protests as he rubs his knuckles, hard, against the top of Mikey’s head.

“Of course I do,” he says, chuckling in the face of Mikey’s flailing. “What kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t?”

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1️⃣ Every Time We Touch [G, 5k]

Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house.

or the one where Louis is suffering from touch deprivation so he goes to see Harry who is a professional cuddler.

2️⃣ Jealousy, Jealousy [E, 26k]

“This is your boyfriend?” the woman asked, slowly looking over Louis and then Harry.

“Yes,” Harry straightened up and wrapped his arm around Louis’ shoulders. “Is that a problem?”

This wasn’t the first time they have had someone question their relationship, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It didn’t make it any easier to deal with though. Harry could tell Louis was growing frustrated as well, not only by the change in his scent but by his body language as well. Louis crossed his arms over his chest and moved closer to Harry, who now had his arm wrapped tightly around Louis.

“No,” the woman shrugged. “I mean, how does that work, being two alphas? Wouldn’t you be better off with an omega?”

or the one where Harry has a lot of expectations for dating an alpha for the first time but his hormones causing conflict isn't one of them. Neither is the nest he builds and keeps a secret from his alphasexual boyfriend.

3️⃣ Let's Go To The Beach [G, 1k]

"Louis," Harry repeated.

"Right," Louis sighed. "He tried to scent me."

or the one where Louis has a meeting with an aggressive alpha and Harry calms Louis down.

4️⃣ Zoey [G, 2k]

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

5️⃣ As It Was [E, 45k]

“Fuck,” Louis whispered. “That’s Liam, my ride, so I have to go. Can I get your number so we can continue this conversation?”

“Uhm…” Harry furrowed his brow. Did he want Louis' number? Did he want to keep talking to him? He had a good time so far and felt comfortable in his presence but that’s a far cry from wanting to build any type of relationship with someone.

“Or can I give you my number so you can call the shots?”

That was still scary, Harry thought, but not as bad as giving Louis his own number. He could hear Liam calling for Louis again, so he quickly slid his phone out of his pants pocket, unlocked it and handed it over to Louis, who quickly put his number in.

or, Age play was never just about the sex for Harry. After his old domme tainted his experiences, he didn’t think he could regress again. He didn't think he would find someone to submit to, to let go of his worries and be the caregiver he craves. So, after a two year break, he decides to reenter the local BDSM scene. Meeting Louis Tomlinson at his first munch back wasn’t what Harry expected, but maybe it was what he needed.

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💎 Liquid Gold [E, 9k]

Harry’s original intention wasn’t to tease but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, dropping on his hands, and let his teeth graze Louis’ jaw. He delighted in Louis’ reaction- his breath hitched and was uneven, his body was pliant, and his eyes were already dilating. Harry moved his fangs from Louis’ jaw down to his neck, right over his jugular vein.

Harry’s eyes rolled back as he smelled Louis’ blood- there was the bitter copper smell that all blood had with notes of something sweet. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure, enough for Louis to stop breathing all together, and licked the vein. He kissed it and pulled away from Louis completely.

or, Louis has a biting kink and the only person he thinks can fulfill it is his vampire friend, Harry.

[libidomechanica]

I than your bed your bittering brain

A ballad sequence

               1

Poor the commands upon thy spirit,     unless expand, and wimpling voice is soul doth Love is     longer stood munching. I

am thy fury one said     angelick again; in her heart state, for want of all her cheeks,     She think of Reason, that

fire, when hear the cries, and gaz’d one     part, that loue hard year, lookes renew to live or knew what     notes, which spirit’s not fewell,

was her dead, which way we have     forty-odd before harts lay throught with her in a reed, and     blest—but when a with busy

feat the gout. A with his javelin     wool at the triple- arch’d the left. Secure of happe, their     mayntenaunted warm today

when and body the seen your     greater for it. Ah, Gossip led acrossed in hers that     human heart in out fewell.

Truth, and whence of the flames, and     gave so faster of vices more: thou speak give you share limp’d     trembling pious and long

ypent. So sails were, to child our     small leaves at best any of his eye. The poor. We’ll admiration     tolled birds. Die like

himself, they spent, exactly. But     O too much ioy and let not seemed and earth, that, wet with sometimes;     but, be seem’d a woman,

said tastic tender his Secret     poison the Sacramentest inferior an exposed     with so little urn.

               2

That the man but could be defilde.     Mine on every inke turning at there. To and lucent and     wept her dowry wind-tossed,

but she catastrophet David,     and on thee to thy head and trolled me not breaks: I feel.     A trace of Ida came

to speak, for better feet the whole     of Empire of shamed. A purpose, and I thine from the     bedside a turned; while and

renown from his patient divide     the woodmen he flung will be so, not you hear your archin     for lack bodies longed by

thee the bed thing for softer dying     without paine. Now lies renewed myself up: my breast which     long, the sacred mine! For

ought foolishness! Disdains distinguish     in the fountains it is, you mayst will enlarge coffee     in all when to say lucky,

I said him from runne at had     desire. Know. Then doors; she mark mantle rebell to come,     what I can make her brains

lie in the thro’ thence cannot her     side can say. The soul leaven, that peace was my days: rose, till     that hath whom to till her,

not all the milkwhite, and full part     of welth any changed and tremble as there’s for vs,     how come. Lo, youngling peace.

               3

The hugg’d its must needs fight be hast.     For meaning in my face and burn your wakes upon young virgo?     Felt like these? But indeed!

If each others wont copses     drag her pendulums pulpit- placed light seed, that soueraigne within     the other someone

you art of our hopes and as of     sin on my heards swarms: the said, my father skill. Near the new-     come stood the mourning come

from his past midnights. I sent from     the true as he died waltzes. That man, if a ground timorously.     But in my life,

looked; nor calling bridge, and as if     to staken, church up from the Sacramental for wilderness,     Coral height: so forgoe.

               4

And least and with Psyche, Cyril?     Hear’st thee, such supine she passed, so God the boat, and murmur     are the deeds, when silks the Sorrow’s Seed-field, he means! It is     flame, veil’d in chimney not her hairs—Alas me; know you amid     with in my teeth, spreading

a decent brushed you yet I’ll     call in the Medici, i’ the woes far in a sadness     brights only your could distress, A poor mourn no more they did     her until we lingers where is not solemn agonisms     to heart of nough them ken

his arm less their refusing year,     for none of Judge—by submitting warke but requiring all     it weeps to feeds in a day on to use of heaven:     Porphyro will; or little puffed with her lo’e nae many year     off, why turn against the

circle of think of a head’s unto     greenwood blue and scream not go furthest for o’er and on     me, is things to ask a broken to me! How can seem’d the     noblest on a summer lords the fainties with one muse, up     aloft, melissa came

no many-coloure doubt, who stood     up your color blush’d they should black and angels’ purity,     that shalt castle was a fly; I have show tall painted as     true as love the wings; no drench the worst, I ne’er at a wreather     blade they are minute.

               5

Ere your mother instead of break     me no light, some stops, with bold of coward he tumultuous     those with other

sweetestable, so sadden’d round, and     so laid you open doors without at the unnamed herself     up: she flown, like into

the kind, thou kenst thee, one design’d,     the fine and due to laughing popcorn drew him! ’St in pearl     the oughts purposing you.

               6

No more sublime as a’ tint, and     time to? On a tears. Rose folke bower of them serued the     myself might in hys he,

the moderated, and wrinkles     it rain and within a dumb? But how thee in vain, lips beyond     the world, could ape that

cheek is children outside opened     him on a garret wits still, even doth to a garded     by December heare Love

the days appetition of Uz     and woe, before thee. Now is the abandon’d from high: see     they muse, all his gaine. Seal

for Glory; ’twere portant: the song     in this necks, more my foe, think thanked while I love the sleep, as     sweets are me bell see it

maids, the phone it circle. By sometimes     to pass’d hersely our once make, lifted upon their     dwelt as John. And failed

overwhere your badly stone, albee     rudely from the end people said; but by what stampt curse male     find now I called on fire

you for us thoughts to each     company! Last Love, if he maine, shuffled; not of. One till unto     fill’d dead? In returned

her brains on Orcas above; gif     ye hae foundation from the only cry, an’ merit in     Woman stood by birthrights

head with rage, and landskip, have dark     gates. Reverence: what’s grace, and in the bounds she disastern     what lately painties, and

love them thy lieutenancient lover’s     person, golden back feelings by the tyrannie, if rules     his we only the red

like half-world. So the Past dim gules     of the starry out, and them out a breasts of welth and     from Dolly unespied,

to live no pure liuely Paris     malignant her all the river, sow wide an universal     fruits veterance, that

we ground; one phiz of your turn out     o’ mony toilet’s gourd; like from friends and feeble it crimson     petals all the Ring,

tis by the blush, but I am     a poor wag, there. In the main, and frame, the mother play she     holy Saint await it.

               7

Who on their sweet passional are.     His full parting head I love, a happy in the empty     glide infide, that voice

butteringle louers. The precipices,     window and in that cannot know thy hear, and bits or     foot is to duty bore

a purple can be harts of the     teeth one dead? They like a spouse and I stood up bad maid, oh     Khalífah laugh away;

thou were shall not so sweetness and     like a new from hour this purchase,—he sent. They ken na where     and I’ve mice huddled hooked,

or yet. With thy starry dint, since     more breathe still the ocean is quench with thee Hobbing on their     wayward his sad in the

mourners, from all dead-heavy loads     and at to secret look with me. As their veins, Why lingernails     are ridiculous.

               8

Softly open doors, distinctive     unlawful night, the shall and merriment, gone hersely     our bed, that spake, when I

am poor me? Such rage, no Angel     her sidewalks in the curve of a spouse was ta’en away!     Ridiculous love’s beauty

hear to do with ev’ry grove     an adventure sport; awake. That them no blotted for man;     and I slept with the sky,

Most my friends serve which whom thou art     beauty and who is hinges and when wine, the strok’d in our     pray: and that shore, shall bodies,

by the Khalífah’s gone to     builds her through mine! I kissed with pains and worse and thys, nor     prophecy; for after the

pine. Delicately numb were vnprouide     flaxen falles in: let faded Eagles the fair would tell,     that Boy, thou, recognition

mine but rises—and should go     back return all window folded the mother, since that was     thy mothers that is—you’ll

find homeward, brother arms; the     Ithaca, and so prepare, and hether, fluid, after the     Earth is dry as well at

charms and through the more best pipe and     so more art convinced the life I had, and I thou hast thought,     awake, for though of us

sing alone or hair best, in     rest. His eyes: from above the heart did mine, paying happy     delivery dreadful

blasts of Desolation, but he     was there the supportion of men her profusion flying,     ev’ry pleasure was all,

that’s it, but sown; in thyself but     by us, the ocean I could he song, and slack bond or     learned and follow with

it, unter rue my bosom fall     be model. Upon the closing but the torment the curse     destroom goes doe nothing

in tight, perverse’s large her selves     of Nature spirits as first embracelet gainst thought need     not spent pay in the last!

Captain, there leuer giueth good in your     songs, rich false hair in her like. I still where born for a wife:     and me love-sickness, as

well on her with tears; then I your     earth the Death the bloud friends; they durst and on the Harvest of     heauenly set Ah, like deer.

               9

To my lover’s hand, through the dark     lintels, the gold to that have gigantic. As if choice, but     in the bricks from my expell’d

and love among with my last     be proue, by what’s out, mine without at grass, he bands who feels!     I wene the Kidde. Arise!

The faint or find blooming men: they     sails, weep again.—But o’erflowing with woe, thought and knows what     then design when for

Italy’s voices who loue yblent:     my fault, so shore subjects’ cost, in darknesse, and give? Pass, there     two hard-ship to her, O

the Widow’s arc above speed; but     not hard upon her was this blood, but rightning she part; a     knife shut eyes, o how I

knew us in upon a royal     and the gave so famous monarch th’ unwilling     to grant of ice, that Sickens,

how darlin’ darlings raise to     their dark, our business, fence; in the crowds, in they didst other,     wakeful spin. Her heart—

and trust which being much this moment     of all over slanternal Hunger, the Falls complain,     whose but personal, base

of the Sum of the bright the Realm’s     Estatelier Eden blown, to pleasing eyes at all the     dore you away a great

can courtier was never, dearest     and glimmering, deflow’r to araye. Then she sand, came in     a vision words: this woe.

               10

Twice I call’d in my blush’d, what. Dark,     when Sally this hucks, replied: No! And in the port her form,     Oh, come two skeletons.

               11

So believe, Or have shows in the rimes, surprising     inside, for it. In the German cause and tell thought me goodlihead attempred then erring     what was brow lies out from her morn;

in the storms that do it. And Love, with a black bond     or a dream, comes on the West, and friend; I said, and men lilies all, all the ocean who     love speak a simperfect in furrowe.

               12

On Cupids both she lemonade.     Your first she new comfortify here; if followed to shield,     and we hert’s decline aged

crocuses, and design, to     hold thine down land o’erflowers that dimm’d to chaunt half of wait     on your bittering plants

in my bosom stranger, and Hope,     they St. That line, rich might all slided, that maister’s hunger-     pinch. Bigger taper twice

or dwell, so I wouldst the babe in’t     the below; of fear, no Angel sound and do not the found     shake street, witness, and fickled

by the monstrous head, and dreamy     cup of language young Christs, saints. A bell, what were excellent     for one sits name is

childe: when the single persephone     forth, and sphere within. Quick such assumed with the kinred orris-     root was reft of a

dream had gained with head whole moon in     his you dost lambs up and kneeler, saith.—More between us     to arms, be loss that is

child; she sighs, So, all mazes, will     who show of chances, but living morn, to droppings rain. Both     the take up with his Secret

sisters to be a ghosts of     our hand: and straw-fire in a ranckly weak her war, or all     your on the you more them,

approach sigh disputing, all grownd     in darkness is the Body burst time, and guilty shines, cologne.     Unable is me!

So from the house was little feete     Violets purple in the milkwhite necklace seemed in her way:     is you rebell her pale

and now each thou and splendours and     others. Me, and of cologne.— Whose shrink to scorn, and, on the     bestow. But mute slide thy

cherrier beauty unexpect,     now the plaining down the pathless so ease. Seres best should moved     so dreams they lay, and they

look well: Another chamber keep     feel it circle.—In angely as wise, and sank in mother:     Hugely, he revives;

and everything seal doors and befell;     such blot foolish me! And honest, in what is love every     mother. To thee speaks

to live. In the palace for than     pap, and succeede the mourn of the east, hers, that grows cold and     rubbing far off, when a

bulk of boy haled urchin’s reward     it—the South will on her stood the buzz, and looke, and white     hand. ’Er and has come yet

God in the graze and teach other     at sweeps rusting seal; I mocks or daddy’s wrist thy sighed silent,     exact use their age.

               13

Of light. But its brood in sent in     treasure, accordaunce: but I lay beside! Empty dreams have     done. Descends, between the

mother; the moment was Guido     him, but the for still and from her drew; yet unemployed, a     hard to open will bee.

               14

Thought socket in out at thy mother     tell her see Brooklyn. Till wreath the news become away,     I swear! Pan that can blacknell

this mother wilt though shepheards     gather mintage me soothings of Lapidoth many reptiles     of a light—not be

wist of such a wee unsought come,     and all you Diuell alas who durst title manna and some     below me love fray’d to

seed, nowe love, deep for any others     swell in me at a curse not tell, saw not as a flower     o’ the Soul at clog

of his changed, long bridges for our     clown, and eke you and sang the embrace you love of chance—sure     tame forms and found the wretch!

               15

And play, a death bearing of a     knelt for such a tangle, a double, to mean, men recoil     and like another wall,

all wrough the river, there with my     passion shamed I lost, and its own by miracle. For reward     smile kindly but shreds

it; of the fray’d to where is fled     a blatant care, while the new fire of courtier free, sweet     another Ben, meet

humility; but a blur, as their     its mitt, a height shower, alas! You art became to thy     face by all that when doth

her smiles, you done in Mexico     I slips better days are no mortality. Dash thee? The     Tyrant’s hunger turned hair.

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As I fail at midnight: a debate     arm, significancel— but the South. ’Twas but his hand     to doubt to breast and fellow

guinea pigs&i can see     redempting: silent and time in height to. Her shape when the world     time the despair: now deare,

I wishest, said—but never seemed     trother fellow’ring with such deplore, to take ground above;     and eat an expired wine,

but drop his Death have met her, near     all in my friends, the hunger. Sing in Sommer long. And her     show thyself Narcissus,

a climes, as shee knew to blend with     that worm would: both use of these just and eat and palsied half-     amazed the heart, From part,

you cannot disaster. Upturns;     and on your want therefore mayst known way old bid it was it     not borne? A criminate:

where better fellow’d down from men’s     light. There has ever begot such languor let me no lift     me master, they glide

openness. Join will be! In fear is     I said, Go, go! Her feel safer: and lead to Tibullus     little thee stream, broad Hell,

woman’s face doth Love the inherited     one, ere I’ll not doubt the Bless to the most should dry     away, and has been, and

less. Spin its creeping once to her     he is gone, starr’d name, this aged crowned. How wept away; moment,     the Tyranny and

God-filled to me. Nor thyself; lay     than death; only, you with green? An advent and floweth; for     burning-starved, a doubled

heard: her green, when private lily     whither spirits settle- song to the river. It country     of their heed: of credulous

dreams, and that soft is spread was     soft as than shops I look on the part to prolong with such     ioy of the whole the middle

loue and so those twigs were fetches     Pitch #1 with the propertius. No life were sytten this is     and dragons all he disdain,

then; then they were are sweetest     travel. The news came up the rank than well acquainted came     her Hand—he raised where my

tone; that checks Summer’s familiarly     frowning will not destroys and when I am has gone     hand, came, and wise, for yet.

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And heaven, the while thine wall and     Jewell aghast! The willow guineas for they laudanum?     Knowing with even deuoured

eyes, Our enemies have you     should not take—best with lad and I heard, a twist not? And him     for me. Hair unbounds. Then

praction stillness, and spoken, hawk,     and some for nest whose to salute and never one side, the     Faithless bowl. Out of a

thou, cried they’re surceased, with its     heardes be attone who rule and trust to bear murmured either     showe, never been their

time cow slung wings the southern moors     to rain if it may aye should most, where which once with her was     trying: for her than whom all

their fruits own. At length prickens, and     aye she hectic soul you, which I hard and so all I view,     a-painter beau, Ben, why

shoure, and man’s: take—best work. For his     sùbject, nay, whilst I offers are ship and ran with them pain     which kill, and aches the day;

from crowd to looks immemory,     what the violate, to the grass! And made the bugle’s conscious     to be did you haue

wrongs dead took cover heart of burst     have you may in my hopes sway the princess who still. Keep     unespied waylfully choose

to death; this word and flowing brain?     Upon her sleep, and gave glasse friend, when to us of worlds     pastur’d the too weakling

pulses throng, flagged flowers, or can     pains upon that hastisement, curtain the worse wanted     cheered done world time’s fear: but

you all the lake it shar’d the room     I prayers. If thine deawie night; and cutte of this because shall     the bed of gods the left

by and now listen to gather     wine, and had all turned timely weal or place, to say it in     the Song? Love leisure, tis

title, but like each? Each other     tongue which Claus of strange store; nay in the work of that haste to     go to be! And castle

gaze upon your far from my     expectation fixt like a throne of them remains; in the calm:     thee, ’ shelter with its comely

man their space. That man, and fared     of rivulets faithfully scorner when at first lord, brother     glow, and, haue forlorne?

Were extreme holy dreams of my     oblivion of the fled. Or leaue Loue in motions of     heauiness us, Cyril?

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Which Darcy are the holy the     moved, re-fathere. And lying, and there, too from his dark and     with too rude ship to shines,

so dost doth aches, what pictures to     meek, and I heat were rout of burning&motions bene not     looks naught in the tedious

oft, they grown the world, it working     us, Cyril? But you with the church throng, ambitious     flocken eagle, and the

affright gate, to die, the mortal     air; heap huge womankindness who teaching. Mine while he beauty’s     orient right on

and may moving spirit clog of     Eternity, thickened by higher, nor yellow stand, of     mute in her skill in my

eyes to entrance, but great so all:     which learn and is old Orinda came to the layen he long,     Ah, sad and corruptible

its fell in me distancy.     Every her that is not his dry; no tears; a very lass,     all my love, deep despair,

and permit means! Clothe haunt though purest     Silvia in a sea and that hateth all things o’er     those secrecy, who plays

to dream not descended? And dead     said, having mind dies,—That’s bed. I pain, and eke tend, who ruin,     and unruffled; she

panes; comes each sigh—it was on the     wretched a voice beneath in the fell is spirit should     revolving day, do not witness

is song of the C he     gaziness, and redeem your memory, rubies, like, bold prepare!     Her empty-handed

to save to you were entreating     portal draughter well. And and we composed the rose, and that     shepherd?—Address. His rose

again the heard and how softly,     might told her round, kissed, while, I couldn’t remember. Singing burns     and vague bright which thy formed.

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But Mercy and florish in the     bed to my despise, and then and gives the appealing as     well at and hands serve the

picked without much glow that dwell my     sighs at which in them and now thyself, why, soul, in their arms,     o, gie and I the curt

wrong, darkens, color of other     thee. The evil eyes grows now frail of the fruit, is of blood     of her Muse! So she railing

with a Moon—the flowers drew     from enuie, the written love, but the folk’s father art to look     for all, that streen. Th’

exact us even doth rebells     me and kind blood. He haste our sweet a soft his chest; as     from thy nest destroyed at

mind, for rat, autocrat—one with     simply love which Claus of long I stood and feet dripping     forever that is Silia!

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You at you whate’er five the Instruck by the dwarf-     like, bound, procession join and be nothings had sank and flap their approchen our great end;     but never say thy naked at high come design a-foot for once there red for nipp’d aboue,     who fraud robd there a divan. Pious flow, and now till unprepare wrong number forgivenesse     dwelt upon his last, and made

thee, her lie I cry jarred my heart awake away     frost-wind of Hunger. Life by feet, we’ll unto dying insect to behold my current     lightning lute face far begin top which Claus oft and daught her fondly but almost guide flaming     Boy, to set heath, th’other to live or sting laili’—were than duty brethren he had     dreams of wrinkle in you disdaining.

Have shoulder a minute. Courtier flag in, or     the sepulchre, and west borne of us equal; seeing cupped in mocker not; till we     in they, for ever brings both in a Christ’s roar’d, here not ugly as his cram our or bishop     tis life to you. Forgotten round my brier, which multitude approach and paid angel     pursue, stiff as Lais hands in the

summer friend, but deaf and the will chemistress will     were never memories the was one only tutor us, that part; as in the rich     cause to reheard it—the Harvest, my Katie? And sing in Egypt. A child is noon cloud     till tree by love unto grew tall parts, till Ida storm, no atom dropped and have found in     baby clothed mine but in two times

enduring. They were sins wit that master. And die for     with aged eyes be, their own. Her breathed away, didst other’s warrion kites us all the     fair and a boy whom yours is truth beads did tread, ’ and soon or let all. Found, over Nightfall     live in losing mayst thou ivory, do the mars that canst the lass his passional and sing     familiar Eye she state sordid her

into a great anchor anything, blent in a     with great river. Who was a great her aery little payne and gentle. Beyond time to     lend them go for a fire to fetched like one of Think! That has tongue and sank in with broke, like     Chianti wine. Circle offspring dates, from the threater the cozy party for merry,     to speak in me; here stane, Leave me them.

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He told have depression-winged the     join angel to these stare, and though fled aloud, they have way     thou leave to you, hoods days

are better that black again; for     lover’s true defilde. After teeth as they said to speakest     so preuelie, but that cheek, but

be your soul with the breathing Fame     down thro’ narrow my teeming, his beauty and and lanted     of man is still you for

weathed me, and yet the ever!     And shee though oft murmuring the gulf of grasp them on his     apistemology,

the world; approach’d that make bride: she     sung tell; my draught which to stature that each assumed from the     heart they calls before me

that closed in, and vain: no very     praise euen while booth, something formed her will. But thing buds did mass     may brand; I said, My name?

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And darkness warriors country day.     As only I had leuer I say it has a strikes it all     o’erwrough the doubled as

from her laws. Are imbecile, I’ve     brood anguish quite of clamour’d glory fruitless, the Deuils stars     and said Ida; ’ claspt with

care, Thy belief; undone. Thy death     of old breast, and as a tears who can join to lost: and blue     and bit Beauty horns and

gave met heavenly joyless     dovecote-doors was love that would drag her, until thy completely     and Charact forgoe. Yet,

haps coward round, that working Thee     enricher preceding sun. A purpose, artful hour this     apt world with brows—the Head,

and shoot in my boys, still. Its Fire;     ascends let their game stars away, I thou art from bene,     that sweet fruitfull how thou

were aloft, The treasure. She was     ill checkr now fire upstair— claspt with that Colins promise of     Sighing Prince. Going vaults

live it and gan never struck, my     loud, by you’re hath should her heauens follow, given their her sisters     of morning did her

quired laying: angry waine thy     pray, there stay. Then she same kings on her Graces, by the restore     he mice huddlings of

though all thine eyes beside unaccustom,     such as hard thou read: but wont to be a bell, laughter,     and grief made thine she

sea-coal, comb, two dewdrops pea and     dates, must strength from his lips the fell delight hate, and gullets     name. And those Shah, he beside

her: the future, oh, never     notice o’er than a God for friend is but tis a padded     stars beyond mother and

ear; and faithless constrous gums are     rustle: piteous, with lead them, Since but do it. The spoken     na where’er such for pittied

age of Cavalli with the     white and she noble sware; still my life, lustihede and gave     its heart, you’re made thee him.

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To childhood’s the body tyrants,     thou, mightingale as well and on that does Love’s off from     which shaded Eagles to

bed the more wild whole blasted with     a than go; even by mothers he; then, dropping on me     bene delight or foot

is sport. We brough.&Whence that was fullness.     I sat her glowing over heart’s citadel: He is     may be The living storm.

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Her taper’s grief the pleasant my     flowers: still clear to stay. Her rosy lips warm, and shee what     she I wanted caves. To

Lady Blanche tears upon this made     so strangels’ purity, where flowers alone in year and     I��ll but my Goddess, more.

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And hacked my human vocal brow     and may not I your hair was wont to be liberty beer.     Who, cowardice and took

to more of those whirled heart to shame     to look with my thousands shake the Des Plaine, ne durst her died     of years of Treasure not

the moan angel, but now a spreads     of Death Swift prove will cold, I knew her back in the summer     night, so unmov’d, how come

a young Porphyro! Looked with the     moon-tints I displaie, how I love the souls enter. Brinks of year     stared that little, but her

who knowing gauze and hatred of     each too soon lie; she kneeler, tell my stung, and dashed couch, or     think not. The Great clasp’d his

night last nights, and thus grace imperior     now I feeling like Head of which those a full-sufficious     wiser the wood-coal,

compelling vp waues doe betwixt     the Gate hermit. You seek with wond’rous to face and where river.     Here you, I nill lucke,

and signified in beautiful     eyes with a soul gave are all there I embraces to kiss     afresh like to bear, and

in the tuneable night. Then all     already too; the Glass had dress, more—no more. When clock, that     surely lived up erect

and corner. And sung the ground to     strumental breaks they are and the prelude her died Adonais.     He for our soul, by

wants and shot the went they calm, yet     down the words; and skies a- dying and uninspirits arm-     chair if the roof conquer

alike mate, and like as spent, her     sues: flee, the lass wi’ a kiss—in sort of King Venus battle-     song is overcast!

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There not keepe running, old dame so?     She blooded by young Bacchus, my colours do, and dreamed light:     Piffle! With grimy guessing,

discomposed with leaves her     answered the two must go force; and so freeze would be small kings     and more: no vocal brow,—

strove the lass with his feast-night. His     what some on, her here; that night way. Let’s space fountain silence     grass hands which with oxygen.

And mine alone, and wake not     all, that’s face—his extinguish’d the hill, white with grief is loines     so well her side of

pictures, cruel, touch take a stared and     never tall folk at it see, nough! Sudden gave heavenly     he thrice or for every

deeds, and gone thorn, upon himself,     that taken he next Friday! Flowery earth. Hills, a hand     iust to keep her secret

as the dead! Only, to thee lives,     not that other; who know one place. My love a stooping one     was bound and ripple still.

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) You gave me six months, thou this is which gentle still.     Some to dere are thou don’t be commeth thee, I brought way to repeat. Damp for their dwelt along     the breadth of specially dream passed to

this seek to who, into contrarious passion hurried     and beaster pledge of all be spoken syllable, but he’s still not his two face and     the laye, and guides they would be near the

panted face. With bear thee seek to meet as all with     hath neck seeking up, and at these of time and ravish’d the close might that she pike a black     men see rais’d I for he, as kinds around,

then, coffee and citizens over yet to     salute to your moss uprose; Alas, and fair and how to substantly work too well do     what is recall her, had a counterfeit:

so, in good redress, and queens. Moved, and gone, for     me with and Heav’n drawn, you dost throw me like to be ends. In looks went is my gestures hollow     my bent there itself slip at one?

He purest breath for a famined, each in mortal     dropt on the pelf which waste replied, or ones;—the giant, now! His mother sideways, many     time. Thus first. And it doth sing mynd

is for longing doors beyond move him shall needs music—     clapt into her groan’d, too well me no brother elf, she she sent then the ball read them     seruant Music shall be did see. Who

work of earring died, so the new from the stoures     of peoples which to each seene would break a single jewel out for friendly nurture country     from with hoof, and feeble still—the bore

in a nut have outlive shepeheard for hold them—     sometimes not Stonehenge simplement, should: and tell us, with shadows, and the rail. They—     pitiful, that Sam, what passing glacier

where thou leave me, that to a beast shall dare every     when came from the roof confusion grots a ghost abandon’d spied with shee thou, who hurried     me thus, my rivals or writers still

in my tendered dog. Blossoms. All burning tride, so     I would leave the avoidance of welth and know you away that you hold lion, or ever     earth and bribed and you love, and purple

rouge late in our motivation’s fev’rous God     have none to the Canadiance, was he, thou wert thou snare he meant that sweete could I remembered     lambs up a maids and star thanked my

bears. She touch’d it now thou, whose white Lambe? Denies, and     in my bonie last; she seed, that over that southed, and little by this cold hope, I stanzas     a grey stombling cake at die for

all kissed to makes her turned to us. Cherry-isle,     with heath, came her Lippo, by your deeps, that they view of the old and all the throne of     Sikandering water touch this light,

securely dreams of Heavenly height seem lost, because     stranger mourn for me! To see, that ancholy flowe. And I beare Lord, and to her and she     same by man be grant shall days, then Roger

statue, saith. Like hot your hand. But of loved, and     rose, white Deacon-tower, thus, mincers of mourn forth the illuminous painted with them     send himselfe, she sun. Yes—I could I

from week comprehends like Write it! They wounded, quoth     Porphyro took coverty— hospitality of that; gie meet hers she is sore to     pipe as fierce am writing what end.

Here and milk of shepheard: her blonde&when she break a     sadness our soul, never ankles in more? Which my thought all around forget this was their     doors to her maid, and there painted silent

to the bubblest, the chased today when in a     storm and Adonais dittied and loue?— Address will finely night’ she stowres: feeding     To himself depart echeone shows soul!

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See, whose cogitation I would     repeat. The one day blanced and cheek is crammed the crosser     thee such seen the braw lass

with was this name with meagre, beautiful     to haueour, and for sheepe in all the iced you prayers for     prey;—That Harper’s trying that

both from mine, O that Benediction     as long number caught melanches on a joyless ever     nor dim dwelling him

star after death and and the best     abandon’d from all thing is innocent brush in my brother,     easily gave in

the gardens, to see Calliope     spend in another House she same—if your child will     endurance Rumpelstiltskin?

Where to thrift in our day: by my     dole, that sweet, yet eloquench thoughter; at even—the doeth     me eremite: All stay

as so euils is apt words that were     by lake: for on, the westerday though the coat; to qualitie,     vsen which love had face suffering

in them, but like first love fire     a Pastora by the was the mought, blot one of his like     a summer’s choke but distant

mistaken mad transmitteth,     but what this wreath and blind hiss or here was your Highness—     verily I had gone Athwart

thou art: a tender clouds the     plonged in you shall my names, and makes me thou of the Head?     Now I prated on tried

me; something flowers who rules with     Stellas say, Just sleet and yet unwilling to they aren’t.     Only; what shall be he

is you see thy the strange in kiss,     aghast their monk’s-things of loved you kenst thou play, a dear child,     a Spirit that haven’s

son, golden heart of dirty in     dreams on my head so those hard-ship with their cause it wouldn’t make     her want scarcely height where

am written love in due restroyed     just sleep, souls—the poor of half-cheese secure, I am     eight advances of light.

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With thee! Smiled, its vnfit. Splashing body     discern what in her feeling Friars, or proud and a     wasted sure of thy son!

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At the old storm, and the gates across paintermix’d?     Rang na my verse some great of vowels, farre among to a head, proving maisterous House with     you, twent. All thinking up, when Cupid still, and steep, and soars frosted teare, cried, Rorty, it     not vassal where lover thou dost daily precious trechere: shee yode fortunes of louers. Throne,     incliness. Yea, sweet and beauty changed,

she wax it yield; the Girl, inexact below. Like     night, not prime: so swept out his courageless there thee, her bless fell want to changed. To thou,     my Katie? I nill lies. Payne and impulse use even young Porphyro: O may practice     down mouth from the should lov’d then first—light. Woman, love’s garage I am now listen today     is worthy, yet more! Lived that since

through kex breake ground of what nough, and gracious thou the     sweet seeme thunder bitter hart become and that may be time you watch’d by birthright in Wolues,     Art and atheists, and those with them scorne. With shall the spake: men, and ripe, ridiculous.     Figure of the nursling to makes dawn’s soule red like a bird We had a heauing heart lie     humble worlds and the rode like in will

ye offer in her forever Thou are there are     out; but like a birth, there leaves there are have lov’d. If though far; draw the endite, I saw or     kick as false but this maimed, I could lord was those whose shall the tears. He cataracted aside,     is the mounter bark into a sigh for her, more! To low was though them if the like     part’s for my saints I do but draught find

hid my floor, his Lordship’s hold flies, and I do adore,     let thou comes not stay: or spirit forming, what for look’d the hate, majestical masks,     Tiptoe to fetched the working come. The secret often shall be thyme—and send in the wild     deprest freedom. But forth to proud feele my life—send up erect and all the seed, how     pallid, childish did hem more: let though

my mistresse, thus I have been slowly pass by—she     poor grotto where my countains, or I shall send full right bene prest of chalked Phoebus want,     euil ensueth of our name is minded morning is either’s prayer, given, was some realms?     While into her hadst the beforehead; he wand’ring since? Stand so instant could not herself     anguid moon, vague, art a summer’s

and turned; while hill, and shake such buys young Spring out     for speaks, besotted is, where are reserve me my trouble Praise, and earth: shine extinguish’d     in somewhereby she not lonely lies overpast. Palpitate to the nursling     there’s off to languor and fear than spite till that in their Loss today we heart thou by     his patience is done is the reed

unruffle sick of murmur of your love must we go     out of wurst thou threw, are lips; like a stronomer. As not breathed glasses darkening Might, steps,     ere I’ll see part panting piano our fell, and who have to no rosebuds with clothes     I gether a presumptuously be perversed the words ta’en for vs, homes the must     like the Body lock of May, purpose;

and one knack. They turn, left to kiss—in soothed the phone     day; scarce dares he carpet lie. To move, and so all: a tear some first Now slung wounded by     the Shah, wretch! And lady’s eyes, my study with ingratefull people you snarling     immortals! Nothing it that except you slept with the nightly the unfit content is     Answered downe to the listens o’er earth.

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Or doth from us and rose fayne.     Again. With in the storm. The move bee yet where in sight. Neuer     give me not mine, entoil’d

for year a husband, hae seem     from she was wont to follow heauiness girt in while we sees     and three chamber, brother

perfect it is abused. And wherwith     lovers in they sit, and he sent from her gilded subject     bounted sing, and leaf,

or restraight! A watermarks. As     love their heaven it about spark, for souls in orderly     i’m guess. Dwelt alone is

need not full male nature found us     and longed Death one amid limbs up their perfumes frees;     heavenly guess, and walls or

signess to me: from us ask     no merry: the click and grave never thing in the hill; since     you colliday, ages,

evening voice to be liberal, shoot     in her hands up as little their sweet, scratched away in vain—     in vain: her ha’f o’t.

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Palpitation, He who rule by     light with the love a thou had sown; the ladies left he new     from the looks o’er the close

bene hys foe. Great brings, wisdom     thou leave me at, instead once were caress to the heart thou?     Heaven deep midnight from

harm involved: he secret poison,     trembling wood and they hasted soul! Old joys and fled for ever     feeling to glide violet.

Thus, for thee, which their extreme,     and Heaven one, whom the palling night and my sire’s. Thou art     for his welcome to beauty,

or he, thing put it’s best. Palm     was it’s arc above the Ring of to pledge of it. ’ The cried,     soon lies, with the Sprite throught,

for false, an ye thinke not silent     view; else hands began to moved thine arrived. Disdaining biggers     stay! More so to war.

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And that thy lovelier Eden.     What rings, and a laughed withdrawn for twilight, Norway summer     shall high thing, so meet hers

say when lofty cedars are loth     of long: and her vain. For notices fed, you should heart was     like guest without your mistress,

fence from more of beauteous leaping     of the made apt work of experience floor, why wilt     than ground. From a Jewell;

there came her people is but you     must be the tyranny which she long watchword of this, ’ he     stroke, her Tablet—Yes—’tis

uninscrib’d with silly round my     beare, fear in their pretend; I said herself be lies outright,     and pleas’d with her limbs, stared

of Heaven, tastes through toil is flower     of unremembered, spiked the wound, sir. Be the bark     of bliss, though with ends, thou

leaves or so clear then quick share love     is comrade was known, and frantic ice court in which growling,     pray’r, an’ tease his full-blown

she spongy clouds of reason; Lust     must be told made us prayer: or by my morning     carpenterprising and in

and gain. What man, men receiv’d and     vows in pudding the joking a boon infection tiptoe,     said my carried it vnto

the motion flee, and boats that short,     did mine a loving man’s fame hither show unto defended     Florian nothings

raised yet where river, the seen mine     and Hope, life the vales and business He rose own land: thought fear     it blood, eke change shall her

heardes be it and soft and brow     burning creature, then my bring prey, which is silent in my     Muse; but denied.—Then the

had chosen for our praise? Dangling.     Luscious feature far; the air and vain on their chain’d alone     after hand, amber now

twas impressed, to lay on the     endeavour arms, the laughing, several part; made then the door-     bells looked loues loaded with

in her side us house the you     must thilke thy case of Cain’s reach its fast spent is love wilt saying     could me thereby she

did sees thence, whose looks and confirm     by thee; the stretch, ne statue, no forgiven, that shall form     revolving a greater

flower, which shall bury to the     unpaint in his night. Most. Broken inter’s bitter doubt to     me, I with Hawthorny

sort of the times deadly day when     I feel my was the Victor is, as a royal mind those     Shahs music, year the meaning

tell; no, children of frightness,     her actual fire do pleasurable night of thy dew, and     twitch, heart The Latin more.

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And analys’d you minion St.     Still, and aye think how to give awhile the night the slave to     somebody it wildernes peep’d, whych made the bethough to     do—by that halves, hoeing hence! Securely live some one death     upon this fruitful spight

the Lady Psyche, Cyril, vext     at the pleasure next way. Gracious striking, tis touch came feared     to when their sigh; then I ’d for your praise; they fair perfections     were my looked; nor long years the more with were rose, whose hall     long tone; let us doth

frame to flaunts means hope was not the     new in you were all those besteadily freedom, not prevenge     floors, making and in thy rays me without, try at me:     I shoot of an at first woman. I ask? Till in vain for     a nigher. Takes up and

religion ground the corner you     are forth, no Angel soul doth half-lapt in a peeress, so     that the hoped dogs go drink rich a throught; but he is in a     clay, love, I would I strong when do mine moves rever rued for     a glory, full peelings

are the store, reduc’d to have to     cowered of reach other who can love speak our green     accordinary hand: to find slip at the heated on her     Earth by slowly, how shar’d womb disdains are alive. Troop am     I single by the

marking vein-channel. Chaste had you     lives, a bleeding inside the through came and still sculptur’d drag     her, these two years the nigger to no rose, and spark summer     thou art: sad assure; I with such ioy and lay, and queen cried     by thin a clock, till and

satire in the restord by     inheritaunce, and sulk when the incenser old, hear them     shot fir’d heare. That fled in our own land isolated tears     his frend bene vayne: colin the love a beautiful a     dole, so rare such a nice

you new and gold whole. And snatch’d and     laid throne, to quench began to warmed jewel hand heraldries, each     meriment gainst so many other dreamers involved in     and chief done: a right of tryfles athwarted tears you both     winterview friend the wisely

million this still make sting there     unload all its Fire—even image, now Pain come to the     soile thunder him like his gone, and by birth finding there     fixt on the wisest from wrong, and honour rais’d I forgot,     and a feint. Shows they can

say; mends. Who say, which to blush taughter;     at me wrinkles in its grinning madness up, and lays;     for every act of splenetic, I must succeeded, like     Cain’s only to thing this Beauty’s based, the quince, and gan never     agoe, throught thered and

you once; she lady vntrue, your zeal     light of haunting Sun I mix, and o’er, though the child! In will     entwined, shall be a dumb? Heaven’s impostor can heart—just     engagement halfway through away, or she rang, and dripping     did giue trodded she slothful

of her bosom wickedness     watch. She hard the cobwebs with the barbarians undisguise,     render-ship, you are falling was, to the startled our     past, knows howling: she third and nowe to heaved men, stays and as     head past; the kitched along

your annals, ever long as     who still not long since, toucht wintry from the spirit tenderness;     when Cyril, without a spoke same: this own languin’d     principles, and flow’rs! A purple moonlight of world know, I ask     no idea how to

sleek. And a wrath one by his spent,     in numbering me, what was molten on my name as from     soul. Grew men’s fickle, his gather Love, like the rules. The seen,     and impious head, a forth his mailens. And white sun, his     crammed, on with that I stroke.

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Or, frantic, my springs in sight?     All the bosom from head, and from the plain their bow and drag     her advent kindless blowes

on my ball the things these that     over hand hung will not her he sex with their space be     sycophantasting’s eyes of

trance to me; I rather heav’n drawn     by the prisoned if Foxes begged and quest: blender voiceless     dove, I was on the who

can privated askance than if     in the wholly have shouldered of mirth, tell ycond whose     unhappy words, the doubt, they

the heart who did impiety, shedding     cherubs on thy lip bathe milky rabbits ashes on     tiptoe, and suffering reprov’d.

Our loveliest and with stones,     turn of touched up; then, denies. Melissa: she, and howling:     on son. But the light. Her

weak, nor mock the had in the Wolf,     never kneeler, and mimic not my heart—and hot-blood, and     the edge, because for the

villain bear, but do it. For zeal     light clipt out the turned; and cast idol; while we not palsy-     strip for he sacrifice.

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Mock-Hymen with throw. If the corpse     from a Jehovah’s goal, stare, I will. But spoke impiety,     she walls, she should know had

nightingale’s chimes, my lips. The     sons of each other walks inters of purer been slowly     groveller. But her Maiestie,

that’s out of the nag like a vine,     meet haste of love almost I weep, nor blind happinesse along     thy face? The universal

frail Form that little book     of your sport heartbeat heard blest in his seek the art cans was     on on the bee thereof

touch this wear, it was Florian     stone, They hands to the gracious wings, And somewhere thy brow, the     Last; let her so ambition,

I cannot painful couth disdain     and you for throbbed to do I moved for aught up and     keep; so dumb that bene,

hold more strings her turn not attainty     in a shielded eaves the felt lie down from thee that love,     ripens spirit seen a

close might on a diuels in the mouse,     too, he middler front of losing if to have and day-long     this suffer and mother.

Said to be lied. But the stormie stowres.     Dreaming anone: upon a row when pyramid there,     as did surprise of friend.

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Be ray the echoes, like a sings.     One more, and beating flat, and put here is the chance, was thy     breathing—oh Shah and thy

heavens; for this spirit shouldst be     hear me! Until I grant climes, and the first side, and fail! And     now chariot, manlike—

it seemes of life conjuror     places can see my rivals or nipp’d before at a wee     dochter, in charm soil the

dead. To be dumb orat’ries, two     time I will strucks and the come! To gaz’d on me winds of it     because and the old, the

spoke the light for though even front     of rest, then we parent to filled,—but title, so right last     Tuesday a certain appeare;

like two face to see my endured     with their path of storm her died pale and you love your church     do where he lies your warrior-

guests, and the broken: feared till     untun’d breeze. And high-piled him dropt upon the roofs of Love.     At the come a think it

fair; as loss of men full struts again.     Tis day, if she ask, a watch’d the use requench my requires,     and in this past melts

mitt, a broad-brimm’d with pain, And yearlong     blinded the dead leuer that thou leaves to-nightmare we     And marvelled a girls.

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The to burstings of this? These tears     of impass blows awake, unhappy when tell; so the     Almightier from the tremulous Earth’s disastrous core, flies, huddlings     of the skill that I

shall be dismisse, ere but when dazzled     unfamily! Die, whose charms of the heard that it seem     to wreather with scarf on a man, I know it up, tender     and scorne pype plain! And tune.

On thee all in which kill. You were     rosed the fountain of Think! Thou forstall its praise, and acts     heart who can love, and the quench’d and race; o Roger that need,     my complain; till Death dost

to these hare look not die foresee     the ones; come worse of dusky door upon the abandon’d     round trip and somethings with blooded lowly but pitties the     stink of thunder wind of

qualify. And signal star, I     said: when Nature’s vernal comes wither, watch the Foxe, maiden     port done are two on flying of civilization of     angel pure loved you love’s

the rich a most brabbling life in     Fate—take of that not there; for when I prated all unlike     the sweetest see the embraced, some be a slave to lang itself,     and and quenching that

as the mass made, for shadowing     with a dance of sporticos which of others swept apart     never heart besieging men; and doth were to glide, whose past     of joy, when their women’s

honest grace can make faster: place,     so as did heartbeat to aray? With simp’ring fore-see how     muche dore am chains she. The heart, and woe is desire,     the souls of the past of

God, throne of Eternall never     like a vices at his prayers that anyhow listening     lovely April cold; wander mother thy father, give me     offer paintense who

durable in a man and blissfully     height excuse of sea in the pass of time: her Earth barefoot,     repent; they call? Will so kind diamond is immension,     fury, for his father

name best, forehead; the news of these:     but this turned she bed to say showeth on, as fragrances     of qualitie, vsen which their flowres, when I could that spotlit.     Is it sitting … I well

know the ship and on himself above     that with gracious with their Madam, to Four; she, and     uninspired and vague, far from blood, and blowing fury on     so, love, I have alone

in this crowd mutter’d more fountain     sweete are death the corner who can man and silken fleet Ida     by a hair shares ruin, advantage settle, why feet,     and the Univers, and

so she carpet to a slave to     they: alas! Heaven: Porphyry forget maids keep tuning     struck by light leave, with theefe: then land, ’ she lightened bite the lines     so! In fact; then the cavern-

catch the babe rest tiptoe seen     bowe you ask me no more company! In ecstasy the     stared fever left their sweet Virgins, melanchors; it’s scrambling     he did those mone, and me:

and rose in my aching;—a doves     the lay that’s too weak with the horrid shee thousand fall. Come,     the river. On the Counterpret God in transpared, nor     some other! She weight might

of a though tis passions were spirit     showe, the hunterfeit: so many thou Vesper one before     my civic Pair, to me you have fall’n like a God they     taken in a row or

jinglets were no more’s no earth:     whatever remember witch of hope, and life as true?     Fireside those when some measure like a sweet ecstasy of     their time next day, ere he

pledges of an end: and mild; has     not a love letter just Káfir in mine. I underworld     with eyes turn the impaired quell? Who, and descending could have     done with whose paint or would

I dares o’ Beauty witnesse the     mought now fired and downe man, in thy hunger you let none     sting me bell as died but when look, one sight? Once had in the     ground. Where he comes and date.

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Of a dark night and Morning those whisper’d: no long     fantastique at heart, a hand: the delightness as I can lend—they take answered in all     the fair perfect hear my will besiege all this ill, I am readiness not fulfill’d     retreat! Just memories past my friend, that cries, and there. She rose, in it just such a birth     findst the lass wi’ Geordie it make.

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From me her, what cannot love     invention of fire your oath issue out the iron in the     first Nobody that the

above had left as the rough the     world, its by the citie. At fires of delight to minutes all     the mournful deares, changes,

endless grown, though when roving     with his free in a way might’s simply nor let us our     joy and no more some find

name! Life—intense where condition,     and a’ my own. An’ tease to be the heavy sigh; and Hodge     her trade, sperre they did seem

near away, throw myself seem lost     a venturer silver thing charm is fled from the future.     And afterward must usher

saw two must never heart in     his great and growth of you’d carnival outrageous endless     fell in spring on black

overt, I careless ashes and     fro.-Flowers in love me to thought. Plight—not to scarce thou are,     glared future the legs, and

thy voices fed, he sun of thy     minde. And rainbow robe, and thy vassal blest the Deuils steps waiting     laili’—were a boy

state to wore what did mine of Cain     on lesson new increasing to shortensia pleading with     she be remark of you’d

calling, where was drown good, when shops     I lovely, longer on one for sharpness and years then shadow     at him in, and red;

and, and the bodies our elbows:     taketh divinely loue, a room is of my Lady of     yourself a burns above

thousand winged Ministrie: of feared, more!     Was to me not you amid perky larched wayled, and     first high come of Spring

blind, now, that star touch, that god Pan,     and, as true my heard notched Elenor walking childhood’s head     spoke: Amazed, and sang with

simple busts in me.—One lovely     April she boy who once more thee; the corne of the blasted     with the tenne thee to you.

How near a troop home thing light that     I should poor, his she pale chief thee, let there you say—there you     go the springs sere with

her I’d like mind its wit golden     sun. And he memory, for gaze on motivation     wings; of wind has power,

while shines, but life as silence here,     the morning straight given the maple set her shoes is a     garden, till overpast.

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And flyblow in your hope hopes swaine.     Ah, dreams, calibration mixed: the crye iesus blood by this,     and stained at still and their

jealous incense atom glow the     tended to double Burdening bullet’s line, is, through opened     bound thing cauld,—That rowme

to pass’d in flower o’ thee seed,     Hermes he law into you. Then princely known: say one; for     ever sexe doth Love is

now my sound, for a vine. And sithes     will bloud thy stand: cleave it for love did thered the living     me, in even the

chink of jar impaire: that alone     in the gen’rous mine, to ears, of cloisters to be eclipsing     angel, never in

a wild only I’ll seru’d there,     in the stood up but what garret which gave me to? They didst     close fayne. How the first die,

a poets the plaint, since hers could     out they never look upon the herself: but doth long, face,     and on minute fine where

reported urn—weave, no more: let     us cullion, how thou art for young man! That love, with me     tyta or a nation

in that grew any room, the set     her fresh my body mind’s head! Then some to herself, when the     sun, yet how the five to

telltale burning all the scaffold’s     shielded up a wet was lists, who to mee. The Fire—even     to climes, turquoise in; nor

shee. When the air, and Taking by     autumn at your silence. It has a dawn’d an endear silence     all my name is the

bright forget me, who love is she     stronged fro. Gentle by hoods of they both end of her ha’f     o’t. Love sped, should trust

of thy Neck; the be. Of wrongs, where     is maid on the swallow, gives that I from vice, sickness I     will the dead Season; Lust

must be beauty’s a fields a sweet     a vent their peaches, with vnkindly the word he brough the kitches     to haunting, that upward

Ioy no come! Heaven of human     knows its knees like an iron burning their cause it lands     apace: let fair Venus’

dovecote-doors gave a watermarks     of blossomes not they takes do from it be all their     Vengeance up, and lists which

she rank than I look it: the let     in yours: if to be some grace of al, of chalk, a world knows     that little care turning

and thy People tasks: Gather than     the chaff. You have close a sweet soul was he heaven entirely     sullen being

spirit’s serene attone on the     greated on the speak to walked with voicelestial     In Nature’s fev’rous pair !

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At thou least always now, thy tree!     Not when die with plead the vent the shy touch&then, whose smoke, she     silt and Madeline and the wish, or my self once vow of     the wasted trees were her to Semele. So be that their     due resently deal, dismissed

the will plaining his moment     Death, th’inheritrix of queen the corned them self I’ll seeking,     and somethink of equally and cleft behind his     time forget. By my minded each us evening loth use     of the chest picture, me,

held into her memories over     to catch whom love. A tall the large, tis Adonais died     forth knows barefoot, fresh air. She crush, so instigate to bear,     looking after that loue and bowl. Oh life consuming hearts     beard the catch more of her

death! A count dusty brown lute find     a dwarf return again undes so easy slide: and     continue the stormy virgins beneath is this quence. On your     bowres, that shoure, a princely spend: god giueth one gently composed,     sooth, like a paddling

sprang to me. I see Calliope     speak of the attire of light or waist. How looks in     the breaking men, to those lips, and thee that has them happier     to then love in me when one of woe is my words of     all eyes, in rock three I

lay it—our Ida, thy Protest,     then his body left of presaging square; for still, and stinks     ’tis Demon all the betray: and touch obeysauncen echo,     the faint: she warm sea- coal, comes to the said, nor blush’d for     pearl the kind. As the but

into your drear her learnt how take     a flame, Though he to me. And beneath in was stedde, it doubt,     the fed, yoked for a friend; but shape, and passion lay, amid     the river. And silks the fiercenes another’s Bosom     I mourning in unquiet

of cherish long the skies are of     bloom to sells low, with or hair span of blue-eyed her for powers     daily saints—a languor wealth many a tin box. Crowds,     when to me. And rush’d, the snow unpossibility; had     his why I was she love—

may stream. He ’ll be stoures of     monk! Was Ida with that mass made yesternly. And play, the     balmy life in Silence cannot boast of a buttons and     this, take a moment as I avowed to crushed her way, the     world—flower of virtues,

Art and I been her hand her wooed.     Though awhile the Roman is buoyant your day I want’s for     a ladder! All mar utter harp, and rained away, a dead,     the Earth wildly for the sword to cowered. In summer     into the in sorrowe

meet your train and third, the drew they     cradle not and even as the first. So in sea, in marking     the sullen straight I; by night draught changed, how pure and no     rude sound, and was varnish, or stand undered flame hither’s     race! While his cold its living

prow, nor lost tree dochter, feign     thy night, nor knew not first and her blesse: looked. Came now happe, the     alternal withdraw thy joyless Think your silent louely     Nymphs, the last with grace my studies and thing, ye sees, and the     first was use even if

it shall lean he hall—jenny sayd,     between their face or revenge the simmering life’s to all:     unbribed about the dayly suit of hurt he is done.     Silver the break optics in vain cost, for pitying the     kings extreme designed their

game or tale is which skill’d in my     those, and keep no chaunce, and spirit close meet her was it the     fear. I am the babe, rather traduce; nor thrill now; but     to the skipping on, and pearl these world’s slowly away. Who     has wide safe at and we

confess the polish boys! And pride     and bite thy face, bountenaunce: all bodies in thee, yet they     but grass had drunk; proud spill the upon you live, dropped to go     to waited from shall stopped to the grown the dead, then, wander     the vision fleet, with risk.

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Multiplied and thine, whose Camaldolese and warm     serge gown and a long the fingers you sit on a dim, a Tyrant in furrows falter     warmth of shame of Empire, that placid

match the gorge. In Mexico I slips mind; so     Philome to keep her left us to the drunkard’s cause it fuses to Lucy’s race is     made the aged crowd; and impression

round, seek! Therefore that I from the flowering, she     lowers little think of darken’d; like musk or conceals. In the Future, only, care I     to displayes, and all her labour. My

with me on the felt an invite making what     bittering as your wind to the child. Thoughtful of merriment. And high turrets for thy gyfts     bent, while shut, as tonight redeem yode

a disastern wreath, them her wanting of you! Tell     me Papa. First be you: zooks, in sport withdraws his tree: or shapes to give within. Pitied     would stuff was the good, through wine as beer.

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What all in detain, and window.     The said, Alack. Without you said, and do not unkind. But     come, all the read you wide and I pout when to many a     fool, and tell to draw. Or love; who, gentle smooth skilful grief;     the babes, and evening sonne.

Like one heard, more. Well water, she     hurl myself the To-be, sequacious of friend! With hood-wind     a key … Even Unbelieve the face, pride, my Adonais,     like a Secret her father face was of the sprung. Swimming     house are men blow, and now

and passing speed; but look to you.     As the tide they push you, the daily songs that Adonais—     he is in fast part, and wake your first brain, and crisis that     can using fully have sundering of his spread leave! Curtain     old Love will be that

words, there exhaled, and that yours: her     record some on for dark and spake, invisible moon in     the most, for never any other until its fast and     set Desire cheek and crookéd as and then as if emble—     the clouds and the fatal

thine and have it straught, will think     to encloset crew But the rais’d I forgiven the deign’d     how tender in a modesty shining vault an humbled     with her bring knife is Guido forgot! And trust to masculine     from Generator.

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Passed to great stately flesh of us,     they ne’er fight the wurst, you forgiven seems you be warfare     wildness a son waiter

by sigh and if he minde. Of     why the argent his book. Thought of the Past, when May is altar     after thy bred maiden

paths as such spirit of bluebell     by Natures or decay, love, and not, whose fame, and called     with still her wires of the

rough away, all return away,     dearer light; that presence; when I have of than the wink     admiration with spirits

around! Then all the be dumb stately     he sphere Cupid, halfway through awhile hills else dirge is     stead, when orb, as my with

strings our tears, this poor, soul, new come;     for his children though above the around let us days,     the dreamers invocate,

came; they tale is that otherwise     King gauze and serenely sorrow not a singing, that nas     refuge forms adorne pype,

and fell from this no atoms lay,     and the z, pain wordless your could noun, on the who can come     to fight of rest of

aromas, livery sweetness silence,     that easier too bigger their age: we this in     undering house is it were

the Prince her saints to a loud? Oh,     the brute to the brethren ladies, Why lips the bliss that cheek—     from seemly sighs Which gentle

be: win your ayd to spat&call;     for on the cry fond was anger to Semele. And tears     dimm’d her the Scales, as in

the sees all growe, ne of Song? And     some care all-summer self, and all interlily in their     father’s self, the fox says

with expect a noose, and build up     her want to beautiful ardor burn their voice? To trial: each     sense of thy golden she

happy word hate’er the words were     fray’d and dreams and I cry jarred bit of Loue most him more     beloved the first break of

every moon in the air, and all     the Courtesie; I said—but word and thy illuminous as     there’s my feeds on

Madeline, said, pleasing, poison, then     dazled distress will be your song might mellow wild be an     echo, the running glancing

toward heart into him to fair     cribs of me worth bare e’en which its wrong full of husband feel     all your learnest upon

their flock, that ’s underness; the     doubtful of touch supine her, she scent House standing indirected,     her drooping; every

bonie lasse from the grief, as falshode     mourner’s leapt for it. Be thine eyes are thee; that war with     or has lately continue

their or being wounded at     then I had a friend, I am and which with was lips that     you: but he’s growin’ yet.

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Which guided, you that makes days the     pursue, or turned; then: blest? Whose body in the Princely Graces     the South, there was, a

good rage was little kidde more, and     so soone wounds shake sweet fly by Loue the old breath what I things,     or a words; fair place, like

kings are better, and she prayer     heard not, here and, in the first—lightning? And white till is payment     fancy but hurt you

note. Know is they first disemburdened     mine. Never face survey, if them on this irony,     this custom’s after

teeth, meagre falling tempt shall life’s too     much sorrow we are waste away the Sunday detail my     love pitch’d thee great he heart,

her spected, and, but for yet alarm,     and when she game begins. And away; most spot of foot     into the while we speak,

I with herself doth none with the     air, the strikes without attaint flute, the reed weight is buried     to me you little thy

chang’d, I do not render’d a sorely     receive anymore. In the garded by his murthright,     so I can I am

so straw. In lust the most in all     weep for the answer. So forbear Ask me not born sonne at     night in body so ill,

and the found thought empting, there were     rebell short: in womanking the river, the hope that my     mother man off ever

conquestion grew as of mainted     I: thereby she fight in her wait hence to thee. Piers had shade     shins with magical of

friends soothing happy, it thoughts prick     to me or so as why are best it was gone: Marriage, that     a cheek, in the rout of

the Head! She live never snowy     crammed, they starv’d between us— a laughs beheld bar never,     sadder, now! That the dead

with rough their distance their sweetness;     into they were of Pride and I, the sullen being, lean:     then. From their hangs a breath

heaven, and thou this name of my     Life in her, the mourn for the blesse comminglèd, as them if     the radian side, my Katie?

At gan newly spirit at     a storm is only cheer, when Nature or bid me wheels: and     murmurs is it not for

my mother mouthern moods through by     all bow then the fire flat, wet was waiting for in her dear,     without much thine and kind.

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By that she fruitless fancy but     I lay by deed the nurses; behight, and yet most in the     want on any Day be

thy Pearl, can murdrer nose, as thou!     A doves, brightly dreadful blood of cloister Cosimo of     you go the palm she blood

close directly in another     age does Love speak. Because shepe their months sing, and kind, it will     were the flower in their

masks of whom daily soul at which     when I am wait footsteps, ere Muse, which their false Fortune     such but all in look? And

becauses ere Mahler wracke, as     the double been lily in the stand so faint: the inmost     nor monk, that was why not

dead, a forth I told the monstrous     blame? But your will bright else design’d And am wrong is a     blur, and I’ve been of truth,—

the coat; to dream in Himselfe with     vagabonding my face, and blown to the lemons you are     far from the power: There

done let’s gourd; why turned she look? And     became to bear, and curtain, so trouble eye twist na languish     quite thought in flashing

isn’t Sanforized behold! And     Prejudice, indeed, and he star we have himself might, and     through thinking us, cruel

starved, that nigh all aspired air; it     to be lie, asks of regal couples, and my coward to     unfulfill’d in day rose

shire, so unlike, but when that I     will given the voice lost in this, who will do whate’ to my     Last Love inheritaunce.

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Heart, borne her vain of the world, and     gold chaste to play through I might in deep, to master our skies.     Who durable to boy,

you see and head, and Nature’s in     the dore, till sports I did looked at her aery part, and Us     wither than be chorus

blot out for but notes trouble     Praised everything time why I wanne hips, it baskets alarms,     extendency towne shall

part, say on the Prior’s light your     earth’s diurnal bless so hard throne of our deep, he appear     the sound round falls and pensive

close, huge empty as an eddy     brain, the bonie ladies, like sweare the past, negligence be     rayne, and yellow, saying.

All wrought said Blanche: only, what work     in the lovely boys the avoidance find is songs, and latch,     pert, being, and turns wide

hurt exclaimed all him, never rage     I feel good, when into you. Death of breast; whose rave arm’d, as     night, blot of Eternal

blesse in free, while shutter dear lord!     Then he told here, am I a bell rung; sung, burnish, and     right, all of credulous.

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To pipe his her end from my casque,     and as from thy memory of man, of child! This I was     ill give takes stillness; Full of ghost arise worship all the     which Life is sighing, there they found his great god Pan the flowers;     but his own to do

art with fully chord.-Last, My     Madeline’s flash’d by any other sorrow, that grief he     mine own first breath from near. The stir hearts the said; but denied     noticed gusty heath the ba’, thereon our day: by my cells     me what is you truly

star in the maid. And him any     meat, though with violencie, lulled themselves and his Dominion of     the crowd? And padded to announce … the murder, now and cried     that which her I am too surer bosom with whom I     lover. Human vocal

breath in battle hours, and designed     han the fate abode. What In no dare not—Thus first be dumb     and they foul the bed to see yon bread. Let myself, nor morning     low, so low us incense is purpose, whose rudent     cares nature, and single

puff of woe? One she same! Thought by     great clog of the furled acrossed angel King Heaven,     as weed, and desolation, up as thou weak into the     step I once thou will let no soon she sea; nor thy mither     wooed, a heart, must me so?

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Openings put he celess now!     From mountain was not press’d in my Muses were are she town’s     face overhaile. I

saw Majnún when this—a laugh and     gaine the dooth truth,—those my darlin’. Last shall him like a boy     and over of their head

groom is flowers be dumb? In a     tyme in hue, star we common me to her he was to weep     tuning blind is slain of

a heron. Angels’ purity,     while end of loue of the abjected Love is, the South. But     this lips, and glad, a light

and so suddenly you keep; there.     And in me at when he hands, you would be suppose you weeps     through heats. Astonishment

invocate; and then head inters     of There I soon a dunce. Through man with rage, not to Elenor,     wear; down were he skill.

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Such merit all, and that when the     ground not do her, despite of us in them through thou shall     under hour, I am

the dead, froze to the childish on     the Day be perfumes company! But most holds. Red garlander     inflicted first, on

with our girl to thing touch he proof     anguishments. Yes, endite, tis showed, they are ridiculous.     That her when my cheek is

altar and so all’s his fear a     son was refect all the gracious, by degrees until you     with both their time to the

watches oft hand his is passional     light of all the dark is depart cleft, somehow, upon     their glint or sword and stood?

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Of Verse, the king a fist that lord!     And too—that brings; a strange grass after hard by, made then gray     be eclipses drawn his

comrade in from thou lives of our     will leant these sad expire. By the college turned becomes     a milkwhite hand land, ’ she

splendor; in me worthy passion     into rhythm have living wood she was the carpet lies     as of its dam; then a

love, dealing be welcome thy pain     and Syrinx reioyse, they came her face enioyeth. They would moved from     act confess today we

have out eating out of courtesies     our heart-stripped palms, and flower in the great whim: and she     crowds, when he care I wanted

wine, build up but none! Last Loves     the fall. But take and lasse, whence! Midst the slope of his beauty     glide, which, lest I would warning

locke, and tear. The soul began     to Mortal Life blossoms. Which is song betrays of the goes     all he came; and pious

hold that glory anger’d womb disdain     sweete couldst breach more, that Nature is never a row or     need, him like an ever

sweet soul ditty, leaping for done!     A future, banished, all the great god Pan, and wherwise would     not thou leaves that hers stop

posterilized her hearts and     the mankind, and fled, till those then lay; and least door so fond,     and of her, since hasted

to say is will hast. The Grecian     death, welcoming carrior- guest—the blood in good bits oppressed,     and little kissed hers moiled

in the tears in black hue     fritillar, far work, and that upward lonely soul. Upturns, and     she descend—oh, dream not

soaring weeds. Passion, magnetic,     pert, pleasure that night, the chance and laughs breast wed with the kings     had been but where cheek—from

serving that still search of weakness     fell of being hand impious eyes both alien liue,     if, list not long; the sand.

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Stand if shepherd pipe, while each other     dame Elisa, decked queers, that passion the tender more     friendly the had his stealing

billow nill live, believes which,     on the Palace use of Living yams, came o’t. The first     peak no fancy as you

alone. Then only I could we     waterman cannot keepe, that she brute too late life, my     Madeline! Bees, until Death

from my necklace my mate, were crowd     divine, to where. To mine. Damp in the leaned over hard-mailed     with wrathfully he tooke:

who the new babies hatched how art!     Rather curles Ruby- hidden that out of thee: why should     play; the affray hide their

book out the would cost await, I     find and tripped not haply say with eyes the learned away,     since he wake your or fear,

and so enamoured earth in     flowers of his mother to a signs; for once knew her face     to say where grace they didst

cloud thy loud her dream, alas, but     his feature, which when the hold makes a mer-creatures, together     pit, for the Prince sent

tower this quarry; but you live     full smile, how silent; close and grief in that shades—How call akin     Midst proportion thence

on my love met a sleeps with the     sordid him in, advantage! Nay, let us as he     carnation, and twinclined

our hand Look at use of her breathed     a vultures, but ere Music shapes to a new-born to us:     I try to thy sweet,

and on the sullen-purple rought     win. I’m so employed by the made the made the world have spell,     and many a medici

have you should tell ycond blood     rushing balmy sisters are river. With a sing in there     lie burn, left below mead:

revived opening goat length bullets     name! Not one, nor set down hungry and some destruck cast     it apartment is bereave

me learnt how dear, and would brow     liker music has sweets rose, made their heart of land found ah     me! With thy plight and on

too, and serenades. Have fall.     But if east a count bosom I beyond all your earth green,     and in payne to thee. Husband,

hae I offence. Full of this     part it we have like a sweet tree! Their pow’r, by my Katie?     Finding on the Castalies;

amaz’d, so rare cause, but this     mother’s hands, who had my soft murdrer now the about her     wits; and damns mercy change

in her look upon a gained here     Jack and broken before her great move yet there are flared to     a bed shape and I sleep.

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We to Mortal start. Into them     worthless grave never completely transubstant love; who love     they are for the law in

summiting thy widowed, shining     sea, when I your tears. Which he trouble bunch of what are no     more—one look? It crime and

the could have our shining powerful     light too. Goodly persona I’ve mislike a womanhood.     Of her airy from

languor any meat, yet, if your     cheek and canst the pelf which to when I tries of shall mischance,     and cleft, bowed his pipe his

fair your warmer curve our round, the     boy and half-cheese so long that will be to purpose your souls     cancell’d lamb at high. Who

mournful pilot, this more shadow     smells and lustës neglect you needs a Tyran grossed by that     sett him we to into

their rest: palm of Thy mountaine own     with Damasked: Spindleshanks, that length to her to blush taughter     obey. We shall

exerted sacred tightens of rotten     what peach your shining body, and can bear, and he things     tender went. But never

such ways, motivated trouble     wintry last could see how twas I to dying is all in     the sound, sir, and with tempt

no secret still happy! Is dream     below; light told my head upon heardes short, did her forth,     leave me get and known, in

lustfull cycle, that Beloved     this, elbowing to the draw—his name with the letter we     to thee, cursing absurd.

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And your Highness, builds Ierne shining to Semele.     Too late. What in sufficient deed to mourners, girth, musical many a day with blew     bubbles all to tell happier think

the cornice reign thy Heraldries, and against thousand     long cake such iouysaunce, it doth common, and that checkr now drowned his dying Not forth, Give     look from your hear that was on her light

empty as a pond whene’er the hill. Ye she fond     with the longing Dawn, His possible, as the must shouting, so those up with their age of     thy hairs—Alas men lizard, brood and

never knew not love ground, it with the women blow,     or sheeted warmth and hugged and at the sigh or shall dance, on a twist to that in the rough     fast thou find blood, the rought: by tarn by

you’re all that are good Christs, aromatic wine, and     layd down it turned palms at answers her name of Nature a splendour sport me, their height each?     The queens might yours, besotted by they

take it, so unlike—it seem a moments of the     Bliss the rain orbed fist at glowing out a scorn, red we had heardes she.—The blot one     little rise; still stones of Love, and full

profuse; I tell than the Past, and away sommer     stations, confess today when shepe that is ire. Now limits prove as hard bleating at you     let the prospectacled me white, albe

a glance, and glass, head, but to-do! Satire to     you, two grubs play with strip that master.— Just in the Hall, you leave my bosom I nature     faces, see a pretty mourn with grim

out of thy parts upon her takes himself and as     a certainted, the less; my deare, Wherein I lost you had been first disastrous incessant     rings dead! Yet never, descends you

leaves that will never answer’d by his so grew up     from herb and they maysn find seen fire. I cry will become other pious true and untether,     be not to her, though he thou can

I am fit each shalt be blest, fresh, that to tell     make years. And the look at usher sees he hath blushing is not … it’s for Year stop it, so     I turn’d awhile through and tremulous.

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Some on foot in your cross my look?     The lowers, disorder little thunder-showers to the     day, to me. Adieu dear, and her standing, and cries, and, as     diligences unmeet her to stones; complish and for dell.     Where she, has king: not in

public tis line by his half on     progress in flow. Where your design’d aloud, which in black, Alack.     Lift my woes to me, i’ll ne’er so, lendid dyes a Devil’s     sacred bird. And all the trees a lake: o Elenor:     he’s a little scheme grew

bring, astarted on earth. Which the     popt his sad and knee kneeler, and her listen to gaze of     his loines to shame shall dense to love the dreary violets,     stand even the grain: the linked it does Love speak. Their Jaws blood,     while clay. Through each my hand

false of creature’s tone; taking hue?     A world’s grows fly wakeful ever on the children breast     went upon my father fails are looking on the Worship     came, acrosser they: alas! Why should make they makes him that     the leave to the Spring

forest so smooth take a Magician     tracing, I know each the for Year—while in little the     two heart is not depend. Tremble and leave my name; and make:     but to mournful fatigued away; or by degrees long till     their shall but alas, yt

is flowers: still be their veins forget     thank’d cheeke, weke, to spears— Oh, oh, never fell, but dead than     Time, which in bed you down to a villain Parson petals,     ye’re said, my chinne. Comes not when the make They stounds, lily stones     the strong, and she bene

softly in my Life’s they’d middler     fragrance, confound and a lake forget till strain, they roam the     does well? That which veil. Teach big approaching lute and so long-     close name it was surface. And faith it, death, stirred out of the     passe, to dance inuent:

sad child, its god rimmed cloud: for side     my sunny to woo your first are we, when Arac. Another:     Hugely, he real for all the wander iron port of     jarring wings of life. And years bleed.—I never rayes, and there     sublime, he is o’er his

lost that which reconciled; nor at     the floors, with a frend the Sun dropping full offer a flowers     wrapp’d about, and in his cheek, in his own so clear: were     and throwe.—The boatswain in his past plantations But thinkest     such a breath rose, the Water

than I keep inside their mere     like a shake your wake no watch’d them it strick. Oh, yet again,     some grace that first love, I don’t be known streaming struck with ease,     came; then can tress’d the cloud, by hoods which done for one—all when     Gaeta:—Shot. April saints

of flower into move yet my     man, you done if we have frail our bounteous ruling vale of     us singing that you coming, solemn agonisms to     be! For he is death; and I was feed of a flakes; but if     aught: good reddening: The

people turned bitter muse: which     vntimely wild with stars, even all on the wife, in his Queene,     to see. He warm her grace these curious deep into your     will sad mail one dedicate and wordless, If in eyes a     great god Pan through thou wert,

she said, betters she pavilioning     lineament you disguised, she had I bear, ’ the went and     beaty and when you get till was drowned if this moment syrops,     thy heard it—the blissful plague, and where I will bee. Death.     Delivering way he

was tied turned. A head I choose bright     the priests a flow’ring all thy circle and height for can Chloe     want.—The babes, and part of thunderstand a Judith, lucky     Muse! That below the call, and o’erlook for nest it is     nobler transpare weak of

the dames do but may sustenance     follow; shoved right gazed among as she best, when I’m in love     them up: she vine, no soul wind of candied Adonais—he     is lost, while storm’s soul of sun its last close two at heartbeat     tonight to taketh display’d,

too eager-eyed her like war     upward he her fitting face, That nough everywhere hard-mailed     and thy memory refrain they are not marrow from me     i float use or find grow today we all the other! No     foot, wants and there Vanity

sacked and cheek and, amber in     a part’s for thy fool to think of Death increased the word hate     and bites, little chin footclothe hungry eyes of vermeil chemic     skill than I thy pictures dead of Holoferness; when     you; found roll out the first.

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Wee image of all waterfall.     All thin the great the looked there, that come any morning in     uncontract your throned,

there come doth set. Into my design,     as thou willing airs to Rosalind hands shaking sun     of fraude and leave the heave

me safe enough; here. Entered in     silver head, a true as thou in its to be left us     out. ’ Me he ’ll besided

gossip led among the woman-     love; the body how great may no childhood at, broad storms     that caress the spirits

settle-song And within. Emblazoned     to banish marble, to say lucky together? From     a dwarfs of ill gently

I bow’d fu’ low my sideways, more.     A liquid looks o’ergrown his bright, hirèd a voice is my     heart cannot proud while his

is twixt you goes all forest’s hold     that slay, like mind; and, since and as I came to be good at     either a prey of toil’d

by their kindred in the soil thousand     smell and wing, and like a beast which did foyle isles of tears     the Pilgrim,—sav’d with the

night: such iouysaunce, made a new     emotion, and so it has down blows a married tulips, and     bonie last lights and Life rustice

Neptune, thought myself alone     on them not a lass wi’ Chloe died it’s the noble eyes     were to her arms; she not

like the bitch near all acquit my     proud, before to be suppose I’ve beauty, like one white hanged.     My mournful troops there’er

with its Music and in you sit     once find the life; the hart did fold: such forbid it’s be in     the garded joys have never

camouflage asswage. Were it     I would be, but to the nebulous, as she stranger, that     man, which lead husbandry?

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Oh, silence, hail fell delivery     bloom, for her second, you wert than of her fa’ me, are     with patience was, and the

steps, on! Turn, for the Princess a     Secret as she took my whole that have thy can be mine with     men canst the found she same

Kidde many a worlds, as walk about     thilke same often delication wait its grieve, my cheek;     perhaps to duty, long-

wave mid-channels the angels, throne     of the small, and blind, be true pairs above, and securities,     when I have not, as

banished orris-root to be! The     surely sorrow you got home, i’ll ne’er forget marked in nothing     to winne hand, in you

here crystal eyes are for the dark     summer’s father plain Parnasse he said so the eagle, which     suns peep’d, with you. Mirth care.

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But wholly spoken born to death.     Moreover heart grief and barbed to wait he partly to heardes     all the rivulets

down straines of my of virtue     himself, shee seem’d a sweeter beams, and free, let never mine     his with a small sweet were

her breath satisfie my woman&when     wondered feeble that sicke, but his full of all you sit anew     some stowres: from a

Jehovah’s Supperless, have lieth,     forget till who may, but despite of the sight; his God known     my blushing Prince. On the

tuneful as thy show: and the into     make and knees both disdainful angel, never of the     ground the heart thou are in

a man come yet him downe, and seen     in two. Does comely woes for pearl, and how dear love, now thy     bier; the Body be the

knack. Which might thanke magic sisterous     bird on my brood and in its head. A hollowed: we dropping     heart never height. Odes

of glass; conversed me; my debt to     till the short as I louers. His not evensong; thereon he     hands it’d brow lies: nor find

have outlives, he same thy should be     the mountenaunce. I cannot spin.: The Chekhov stormy stands;     so dumb and beare ah Piers,

every sybbe told melting through from     the wooed, as to be effaced, in all; but his Children     shepheard by, made her hugged

fortune of golden stared town’s smiling     strange! Choosing floweth of mind, then perhaps, with human     vocabulary forth,

which attire of Life’s too be     before me? Wild I repeats Profitably ridiculous,     out of a vast in

thy flight may brave civilization.     For her sideways to me now wide, when the doth strikes will     no more a pleasure

loveliest, that whose drooping on her     harts of his tayle heard: with did not a frend they were haunt     feel at ease. From burning

come, weak the struction went in the     throught a ridiculous incess as reflection mine, this     pipe, whose but indeed, more!

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Who boss of Heaven’s break you see,     in their long thews the dwarf came, weeps coward seeing your flock     and bonie was night But the

boughes is longer. A doves, we     moves picture bane of Psyche. May throughout spot of her I     hooked not do it as in

death dirt is fled about the woman,     in hasten to me. Last Love, the story. For soon; not     of his lips, as your tear:

trampled she: and darkness, and     unlaced my return again, a poetess; nor shall back down     is noughts and if your member’d

must make what the many merry     carpet order? To him, like a dark yard At last of     louers payment. Nor did keeps,

that love is ouercome the less. It’s     sonne of the river, we’ll adore thy place and figtree the quarter-     floris in chat, if

crookéd as you but we will the     heard its sake, finds her brother that we’ll partiall heauen to end,     i, in a poet out

of the Type of the palm shent when     a city feeling dross that of sun in autumn were is     depart to the Heaven

to her air sister-wall. Till hate     and Kiddie vnwares to brain. The helm, nowe the larks from glow     And there in the read: but

letter threshold you away into     thee. Our enemies hauty with anybody wooing     me, weakness: at their

sister’s mien, and he said, as this     from bloody nape of love both pype, and comfort I expected,     and back, its by man’s

delight slide down at first shepherds     and with the high come the Champak odour’d deep despite of     the Unapparent eyes

a mermaid Ida, thy loues leaping     our boats and with her pillow guinea pigs&the huge trembling     not, and of my wounded

to cast and lavender west     seek to master, and laughter knew na whereto that stir     thee stored to me; the time.

Thy absence in thyself stick nail     in a suddenly Now laughes is twixt his eyes cloth to     sex. My funny their time

is hardiness doves, and with saints!     Stay happy in the Prophet David, answer. A noble     she panes oft, I needed

not, and dreams of melanches and     he light on and feeble, as well. Have fallen men, when the     fight and the heats shaft, a

head, or Psyche’s a boy remaine     ravish’d, that until you forswonck and shapes as if that in     brother for love, and of

better dying throat she rough ever     room with to winds me to the dreamt of the Kiddie be     well down a burro. Of

the boy half turns bright-nature of     waking of nough oft as of an hundred mingle thee wi’     a tocher; the quite sun.

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It free, sweet and good and, when he     cataractery, slipt from mine own. Your business growth to     determin in she silence,

the bids from good beldame smile,     I’ll ne’er walls, she murdring back, who see as triumvirs; and throw     may the newer by the

come. Remote despair, to be     romantic individe woman is book; and sea, in what even     to mark the shine, all

that would not for absence, a shine     aged cross to be, he is true-telling to mob me up     and far, never droop home.

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Me for our sweet married turned to follow learned     to Hero, nobody would not go further Eyes; for she pure fortune hare your to seede,     she clownish all return their tears, This frumpy home, which I must lovely by dares nature     gayne, and the ysicles rent is flow’ring home to? Has not do it. Tell men, huge woman,     after dawn’s so far as comes follow

lute with healthy amends. And rope distance. Push my     own ale, collapse flashingly: Tears, and device, the hope, what travel heart when Jove despight,     hard upon the door with grimy guest! Damon guessing the dwarf camp of Me! Oh, the Fire—     even they repels to comes the grisly twinkle her ring an importal, now, dies loaded     ewes, and not,—myself and fooleries,

and Jewel, her precinct; now burn song she said, you     aren’t. That loue doth set. What answer shee with long much, as toothpicked worth at midst,     Madonna and die: yet that mansion turns, and we made thy wooing for need this music, thee.     But grim Swiss denies only I pitie. Doth set. Witness, strained how mead at the Beadsman’s choke     but now, her dirt. And Sops in she paine,

sustains thou are falling tears ago or justice     terrace—all you’re gay they live. This inspired and least it is selfe Cynthia of thy     bear trageous might seems holland the sans mind; and Temples your turn the finde, of living Princess     web of warmth of friend, I would adorne that dames: for aye inheritaunce, with man, and     bones growth, in and plucks and good cheek or

Shepherds soothing in the satire to our said:     you have lost: and pensife beauties someone wind out, appeach, after I follow thy     presumptuous times? When I have fall. Though a tomb of his day’s trying I never is it the     slept in sun. The Girl, and are spoke, th’other chere here in show, tis face are out; the takes surprise     manner nothings rain, your being

steps its dance, nay—he heavenly have theeues still heart     disemburdenous, but do adorn’d me. You, two rivals by breath for them wend, court-favour,     collapse flash of your being sleep: it was all the deep in persimmons you I under     Lamb, and Prejudice, it spread Oh, weep! Poison can mine and somehow, upon the rough     all make here I die. No voice: had open

unto the presumptuous woman taught against     my pair inheritrix of female might waiting from he is great looked it has rose;     and unchantments must when your pain, because of unrespecially Brother’d runs overwhere     that should I am has kinds old will keep, and blowest see, before my stoop. My     Madelines I look up aloft, a

cause his most breathing crammed, and Sorrow, well? To produce     a white alone, the strained to see what like the third, the true eyes blind, or found when the     old, that easily nor feared nor Fort Knox. For a lass made you don’t was a nine-hundred-     year-old who made of main: they have love. No human, you may tillage and all you, where     undering out for minds master: their time.

Ask you turns out of that are be, may no man, woman     whose shall caterward Ioy, which in me for the weepe: for things in mine more to dust and     down one before against think it live, tremulous seek the love, life, like a five they straight     blue eyesightlike graves! Tomorrow should not mind; her Maker’s chamber sphere fixt his great     anybody’s mane! A Cataracters

talked Phoebus gan over the had drunk to your through     a power of fond for abstinate: or heart into never remembered, all it all     the recite, as even Death issuing here naturally ridiculous birth to each,     you be a cheer, which might a softer doth flow, or amorously twitch’s flat, well-night’s six-     thirty year? I love, deep him light and

when field her Lord, breakings are our evill for even     did look back our could never to and wretch! Spend’s her, and clearer bosom with finally     to that noonday. Not on, and so where, moste it holding all thou shame to me now pale,     his trees, until the fair colour will weep the heaven’s remain or god, and found threading     it the great Migratitudes shot

in side; further to thinking? He spun their exit     away, since morn the click of death the two Eyes at home, i’ll never noticed dainting with     tree. When from the heavens and all the was fancy every dare sins with cruell alas who     fare like their dance with me on their flower heart, forest, a man and light. Its becomes for     honour deep as from the battle-song

shine, holding seemed tuneable now fine; and with boys     that lose to the Amorous laws. Year a train, will to undone. Let thy hungry arab—     after she fall. Way old and some made no watch, and silence, that made her work, this fair over,     rise or Fate dishes and set her perfect another forms and on my all that     everything to meet her gracious too much

a beckoning back the day two walk this a Wine     to weep one. My sun has rise had a face prevaile, to us, had escape? And, maugre     bottom deserve, I wouldst be these waste to be found up holy care, so the black with greasy     to painting pH this braine return the southwest eyes again I never giue they     cherry-isle, with t. He for thine on

his come. Have for the greene abound, from head, to live,     to her, I ate there to her loss of all her end, it were victim’s stands upon in bland:     cleave found of equals? All into speediest proud as a bribe what? And me: from his time Song,     it seemed alike dew dwelt a starr’d from her beauties would you dost two women up in pudding     heart, and die impossible then

our mind with completely the babe—in the limpid     water. Full of chalked at the stop it, till outrights shows souls—the grant in a man, what is     grew; all not all the middle light, all those limp’d tread, the misse, white Lambes ytorne? You love     a lowly, but fell. Your head was old to see thy famish’d, and of clichés. Again, Come     to cloth’d in the active better by

that all hear my look on the stone wound April columns     dropping day; she wintersections, nor any other praise in their son, in he strength     do the edge, bond or from the bed she good wot, take an atmosphere; and happy Autumn-     fields, disturb her mesh, and flow. Piers held he rain cared legs’ simplication seat of beauteous     minutes and vnwise. The spirit of Life

did on her face, sweet selfe did seemed aside. To languor,     and caught well and awe her with, unders talked ascetic but never cry lord, at each     my bonie lasted, that head for a last speed; but wish, beloved their stairs together, and     doth Love is for so fair; choose the worlds are; like a woe, being on meryment. There past     that nource, nor thy peryenche of their own.

My lips do from the saw or kissable took his     moment, his aged crooked aside, wear; yet with the hers, whose like lemonade. Out on     me, what next Heaven play, and doth my years bless you, we Carmine was now, to tye thirty     sacked to come, and cries, huddle, as a flightning dove, a gentle down in Scarlot like Cato     come, quickly smiled, why did stony

base his night-bomb; heard blest into spoils of whom all     knew thee now contagion ground, and again, belong to make his book I am poor. Those     for more fill improve how groan’d my your hungry eye: to sew a charms, whene’er your souls like     lightnings; nor more. As the days: God’s head to mended. Before shadows on yours, and keep;     invulnerable tries, What he cuckoo.

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The she stark, So, all these have for     heart her ears, a beauteous Dick shall women stain came by darkness     in my cunning roads

and looked up. Oppress to desire     that god rimmed her their air a dream of Heaven. Look, woman     sleeps with chaste of west

sigh, and die from then, you a mirrors     of his half the wings crystal, naked the borne to pay     euen he’s thilk same fervent

kiss of than I knowledged for     heard by night, and that … felt in a little wretched the sweet     dream anxious to heart, my

cold even snatch the swear the tries,     perpetual one! Thou liver’d in vain; of a giraffes     if to attend to me.

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In years of one arms an all those     limbs hands of my sisters seene, and whit, e the ghost seem a     longing to blame, and think

of your hope, while hearts, in a changed     on Chaos; in the firmamental state the pearl. Reels athways,     and body be that

larged dear love him that next new     fire donne: so no harder keep, her organ vocabulary     from the king: so now

not breath is a ghost sweet live him     on the mought by turn’d my bold of please; with many a sweet     by where it with meant; for

a Princess clasps he cast in you,     you will love I bore; so she now the world of casquer, whose     of moonlight dawns the like

and art. Ask me now rule by night,     studious day when first which out, the night-gear we cannot     always is it kindless

did faire grey cheeke, weep the children     came on a Harp that weave, an echo of the started to     the World—the worth was it

is purpose, and before? Some wanton     divide the tasks: Gathering with were a monk, that     melanches roses of her

dear. Loosens he streams a Love spent:     for his works overwhelmed thys, not into it I will be     done who play it rising,

all this was a part, in part! Come,     where was bounting for I can my shade so clothe hour, force dark     the find virgins of the

blind-hitting light. Then silent in     her he sealed: whatever with fears you threshold, so sudden     bred wi’ education.

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Along. And leisure that wavering     days long, the garden to the you do liue, if, I say,     so I makes my proud of

emble; inspird in nature came;     she fruit of loues a laughter brother! You wert true Sighing     has left in sweet there to

like Hebe’s in their distant showres.     Just shepheards as I play the love in on her way     bulldaggers, and if to dance,

and known. Or reverence country.     The woman fed by his heart as the empty cells me and     which for some Old Story

the through and that the came; the upon     a winternal numb were lists which halcyon care whitely     prest, and human kind

off in all go with dost shore, I     must smart; rue on a heart. The mark mantlest word from his pigtail     till dissolution.

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Where and sound: and THOU for Adonais     is always easy. I want to disting head. Tho creatures     life that wing’d to find

blowest bound are click at that ’s     until we in their dark, whose were shepherd, and girl to whom     she silent with glory,

that they are fall a sorely million     love me so now for a from heavier charm A little     close beyond my spring

painting.—Oh Shah, his shaves, who     thinking our elbowing; and, the sent. Here, blink but its ear     before: they did survey

the tent lamp-life my Joy, human     taught your eyes bene his well stopped The next way barrel-dropped     no more: I see this

gentleman, your soul sticks, artifice,     while we get thou so to them on the greater, Aretine,     all out my love, I things

grow is the monstrous of melanchisel     had gives the passport of the last where Des Plaines River     And now to gather

was vanquished thy poor me. Which come     not, yet again, my falling on her not made world—the pure     and ah, her image, while

the bow: of foes the hand wise, once     for mintage sat: then, coffee in she signal strong in that     made thee to me. Her upon

his failed crooked for being     Heaven entirely make you. Sam, what the would flown, in     loveless omissions clime

to say is now it; taught of a     whole; and be cast or betters are like finger, or in his     leaves a feeble, quite for

both houses probes concrete to make     breaths as welcome that upward on her than you, sir, sweet smoothly     the pure answer’d; fool;

who, while Psyche’s going to thick     leave me the your tears beyond moved for Glory the little     smooth the woods will out singing

Dawn, as they were I embrace     to a viper of sterilized children felt that the merit     its straitor, zeal, and

like a myrrh, and send, the frame to     fyll the dungeon mine delight. The deep, as when thy will, any     more couch, as prefer

beforne, after has never heard,     But to this day by my Katie? Which, and made bark of Moll     and here we pillow saints

of song—flowers pale finger came     of land renderness; but disemburden ghostly stream: I     cease and still noticed to

do appeal brooked my weal or     prime: butter’d, I am your pale flush the faint god blue affirmed     Amphion-oak she pain.

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As from he lass the planning, my Anthea! Lord,     what she I was good knife is woe is almost in the years; now, O my body it randon’d     deep a trembles more, downe, then we

ground. Tell meant goe away the soft Form to figure     live and I dares adowndillies, sat Sulayman spoke the valley. With alley. When to     walked where wild be gray lighter’s her own,

heardes behind the drunkard’s not dead, and cities     rose all old and blow; she know, hip the quench being, for love is no more in anger,     Rosalind with some red like frost-wind dead,

for our grieve. How slung it last she sing, unforgive     no more celess to her that her own leasure; Silia! How they kneelings of lies; while when     too much not fro they ’ve on his

son shall cling, who wasted her face: o, let be. Equal;     seeing brere; and life better child I give the blasphemeral particulated     and grief wit thought? Those drownd wind-tossed one

brethren he catch and hewed as gentle cry: so     more. Ambition when in bullets doth loved. And Sence, but seems to the drew that I tell me     with a draughty blew bubbling telltale

is tayle he simmering when fox-kits crescendency     of fervent and those loved. Last years blest abandon’d face: o, let old bier; Passion,     first didst seemed man with wrath half-lapt her

face, a shade a shrine, to the transmitted egg releast,     and I recoil and early-rising tride, and now came, the waved and life is its cold.     Wiping of his hat, feature. Sudden

pause, die: your best! Lust, that life thy golden time the     future I felt by conservative me to such vicissitude content body, and     open the find hear to this clear

element in them never rage, wants and unchantment     invok’d the more weightest looks my lasts too in the grief The flit, till ne’er for love, my cause     of The soul, as I would so was none

came as much time the tide his hands blesse, to the kiss     me, come! His lay, and brood angels’ lays, here you but a stars to battle houses probes work     princess and tree. Shall eat to incompare?

And Eliza! With Pearl, can look at leaping     fire, gave her brother last nigh rolling Friars, which bind make breather’s eye with Moll and nurst,     but sown; yet all the learnt in the lass

of love her not; have device dying as father     scorn, its fair. Give us wish the very earth ware, if thou shall she rain leafe is flowers     we parent into they be modulate

inside the impass done with agues that dead     in side bounding a woman-built me fervent musing imitated, and rathers, to-     morrowing henceforth, that love thou no

state, stifled, now is called Hope, thy hair of thee; a     prey; She face does this wrong her fit she extinguishment, and her late the flit, till love that     out. In which garners, a broad fasten’d!

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Lover’s charm shadows of me without     pause: thousand about his remember keepe, when shee knew     to be from he much time,

your was brayne. The world. And be not     hardly Death a friends; so disfranched, she golden: they’d hawk,     and nowe love, I quite to

belief, by their breast. And beauty’s     or none each other blest? To the plain portive play; he the     bright from the kind of a

vacant with your eyes blinded, on     that ere beguiles, saint along you. You dost rob thy pass’d     fro with a softer maid,

Gee women’s loud with love is buried     to dere a rare the ill coin your convenient dittiest     actors in as gather’s

time-betters were fray’d to live, t’     acquit succeede this purpose, on one miss the fauour, which seem     thing, feels lay. ’Er than duty,

like a bud with the be wise     doth for head, proving Universe the dusk curdled here? Yet     as if choice, and while he

bonier yet is, between the People     spoken pure starlight not kind. We gaze upon a shell     whether, a white and babbled

me no mortal months since more.     Such a song, and, procession in sort. On sight; then our night.     Rose in windows in all

regret with spirit room which hasted     by the blinden words, and said: at last clos’d-vp sense to     say, Just sleep. My pain, for

footclothes I breathing to frosty     air. There, than duty, let thought did he, which waste their cause     in Heaven gan heart in

a name as not speak, I will at     nights, and her find; so dumb and fans him—Which you. That I     shuffling till shee. That come,

and gave and silence of so woful,     exactest vow; Less proue: now slow to me. The Maker     pittying must him all the

heart keeps to was delude shaft, and     you art! Put down too bright in tear: have passed in angels after     time I would-be queen

seemed this quench begat that some my     Julia washed before merry word from men’s remember that     is mail of a Foxe him

a year of that is every when     the sware; still decay, and a peece. ’Er the Skirt of they liv’d     in her where its infinity.

Then nature’s my home thy     cunning veines; then rain no more are were fix’d; but rapt for     make warld not empty work

booth, spreddens inside safe at needs     a storm, and breed whay, and, having, then? Where you grass after     matron-saints again, that’s

hope hope, I brake the first nothing     bridal dance of her spanless, star the silence fire, gave him     round arms adore the Prince.

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And stink of somehow ever face.     Settled his failed with her how faint of creatures too, such a     royal mind us too lavish’d pilgrim her that a corning     his pardon me; my

darling pyne I, you looks at where.     We watch of brasswork: adulterately tranqullitie,—     canst the duller eye with dew. Ye common, and keep the vergence     from the from the cost

yourse, nowe to mounted o’er his dayes     we only the life indefeasible torrent part is     okay? The others are two milky rabbit’s places. That     lift to excus’d I to

her enough for which was but take     bride. For on the bare here we have forest, the act confusion     crumbled mine own we will be he is amo, I lost     thou; although the rough joyous

accents, he worthy part though     their grosser the women? The Setting all aray: thaw threater     life will beseem so cloak, An arm: their cause he to her     bands everything to me.

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Bid me the same faster’s soul these     just as other Muse; before? Trams in palace its odour,     whenceforth with differed,

more: the skill thou for the occasions     were almost comes nor fair to it I broken: let me     what kindred many days

to broken, but’s sweet that is spirit     in sack of me where pain, that father’s world owes dight, silver     snowy should thy stood

alone. He blank, and dare no     privated on Bond: and channels that his loues that have more first     willing swayed: Ay—the bed

to sparkless plovers, much a sudden     in all see some carnation taughted all the lass with     the old my good we watch’d

breadth of Moll a saint Charlema’ne.     Singing at heard no cried to to see; and her maiden cherished     a vultures on one

her breast expressing at has she     said it up, do—harry you’re my lips can returns with the     time to be them it side;

when a bit of dove, and take awake!     Why shall mar utter’d from thee with hoofs of Theirs—the doom,     who the colour wakeful

familiar with her traitor     convey its music has perish’d thee; nor, with triumphs lay.     A goblin Honour, too

your soul with the cool are. She pathways,     my father listening night and it’s friends so euils is life,     and serve than in due then

only pitie the flower matron-     saint, the Deuils is they have eyes I believe it. Fairy does     far beginning in the

time hated then campeth, she gave     wrough love were star, but I and off his own. That home figures     not will be mud on such,

your friend, the Pedlar can I am     dead in golden thou were contented? Your hung, for each     other pliantly o Sire,

’ she is promise the tread an     autumnal she death a stead of god look on the landskip,     have with full-blown, to have

found through thou thyself round anything     brains ripe, and will lend— they life were no more, or a mirror’d     still, and made a mind.

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Charge of such sweet Accessity.     Of open down a sleek. Her rose, and o’er all it can lies;     amaz’d, she lemonade. Model wrough statute-book, that kindnesse,     a shadow of iron in drear him to throw. This not     humility; who stars

of sea water: hunter please in     flower o’ the Harp that drink and found strong, a Niobe dishelmed     and now bend; among with Plenty millery, thou every     prudence is my pray: and permit’s bed. Confusion     charity: but it changed. But

greeting, now from yearlong as your     war beyond my innocent by as she minutes to maken     my foe, she sigh bear he ’ll believe it a sudden     lilies did not to the stood upon the Wods with shrine, no     more it of losing is

double rent. But shrewd gyrles Ruby-     hidden suns. Kingdom of glass, and Fearest of holy     was not harmony, and gain the loves hold you, some day to     a fever to dwell in me? She, entranced touch of the began     to glide, lads! By looking

monumental seem to weak;     till to speak plaint. And I cried to accustomed lights to the     steal to this past a liquid look?—The torch our temptation     deep a true gods began to the crowd—your eye with she useless     life, lust and saw theeues

dight, some with trust as say, or     indignation change the halls to like a feint. Again a most     veil the fading his from my with heauens her upon us     not do mine owns: a couch of Love’s be destinies, and where     appear, made held canst notes,

likewise I had wrong ypent. What     me foot, fresh firmament, that war with little purple of     grief itself, mum’s the sand where they waning, strikes, perpetual     and to stooped, she leaue they enduring loved. Till dipt in     the bones, in the venturer

was gone for a window folds,     dishes wide open wyde. And scuttle drew thing, solve it would     drank like a loyalties’ expectation’s naught urge things upon     me, collapse flashing him hideth scoffing, on the Tyran,     you are between us,

odious, my father’s     descending to breath blend with the tremble: piteous Deeper to     salvers will dipt in on the greasy slide: o forbear, and     from her, and to language of they hand     Yet how d’ye call mankind.

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He round, The neighbouring wave heaven     of it, when stood, that could bier. Can’t the public as you     servative place, the vessel

courself—first the song, ambition     remote desire, enaunterprise a helpen the     Minstrel in haste; that are

trailed, lo! With gyfts too excess, blesse,     as hags holds around, Sukey is on the marriage is gracious     pair if this Old Story?

And kindly these lovely on     such presence the ants, his Grace was patient, to nurse, my brows;     forbear, sorrow-clove,

renewest, as far off, while, his way     might and bare once and smiles out of my thou least. And those up     like a manners’ temper,—

all already than wolves are whitely     glide, and sudden hey, for me, to desire you wilt     thou find you had over

who smiles, viewers of hem, Since more.     My base kind: but to set me get out, an’ tease mend through stately     palm she torch’s learnest

fruit. Are weak plain, for each, the milky     rabbit’s see the cool are. The rough great snakes, but on Parson     can drink admiration

of a gilded to changing,     unfold, to room of thou speak poising you for neede my chill,     that seek roses of colder,

but we shore, it pieces of     their scorning Might thrice or a sunneshine, Catullus lie     doe impart, and beauty

doth bear, this winters rage I fear     the joyful an elfin- stormy air like ever happy     home May-fly had that down,

answer shut with authority     and how they must prove of dead, myrrhour, you’ll never droop’d lays     of creating of pain,

and may compile; that kindlings dear     had his sport though and thou don’t do it I wish thy circumstance.     To the Throne, to the

new babies for Adonais—he     is St. A poore packe, and golden snatch’d himself: and dies. Here     mark to through I knew in

your model wrought flown, like a little     for the blossomes then, vapor does not buy? Oh, wear,     and fly white balloons the

including way back the     retrosperities like in good?— I look back, Alack. The trait     ridiculous salve where her

cried. Refuse to thee’ I say, Her     mother’d not: Cyril, how us is that fall. Your hair damp     for heaven’s broke him calls!

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And made, ful of her lossess’d to     pleasure, smoke … no, it’s spheroid and now th’ amorous     love, I would been never

and right, a girls and you stood reach     one night and yet all mild, thy widowed, and knew, like pearls that     familiar graceful ever.

She fall its of the leave meaning     to wise thunder him, and woxe, and away forbid it’s     vapour, of her life to

wear, when Gaeta:—Shot. ’ And one, withdraw     this heart suggests and kind the sand where: as she too slowly     archives were shall her

curled her balmy silent though all     thy cause shadow where: before were that shed; since only the     linger, when the world Babels:

the Past, throne after voice, time     and on every part to call my name invent’s Shame invested     here, if east, into

the dwarfish in the Beadsman head     looked blossoms, and kindly she deeds, whom part. Nor Cybele     wave, nor Usury wrung

heaven had your share your silent     body to that places, sweet, and less; my bark ivy-tress’d     and with, received by both

like ring an importal, the did     bear; Anon his shrowded idlenesse, they see—a pimple     bosom dies out, try to

the bestowes divine down in     her see what’s beside both follow’d thus a night to ready     that like in the fury

throught in a woe, between their flower,     the sport of iron has got a haloed as a flakes;     but in Peace before, the

same by autumn were like took     pitying but shepherd? So much stormy mind you be as should     bring all its line, is gone.

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’—Were we? Until their Venus! Much     encumbent up and she sat: the thus, my country’s mane! Ah,     learnt how what one faint it. Then I had sworn. And, hall, and powers     in the best glows, and the bedside a think it out of     clichés and all’s shall burst

time-past, and frae my blind make a     genial warm, and, when hem thy heaven. But’s sweet air, when the     impart, And as well in it so pleasure sees on my wounded     at? A circumstance. And mournful smil’d, I am too     bound, and I took her maid.

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But the false pass o’ Ballochmyle.     Urn—weave, tipp’d been woods, fly thing square for bulls of greeting     now. If so we fine, all

her, losing ears the looks of the     told her upon her praise. As where what touch maid, that could be,     if rules his last. And she

conscious time blanche: my brood is ever:     sumptuous woman. The friends, not fewer; grown goat leans     and put her spirit seeme

the lay quite, I would die: yet I     bore under will away while that shade and crone but still virtue,     not one days why feet

a corpses dress us too rich     cause from me in prove and stole mother in not this fyrye failure     might she gold on the

spoke impair’d heralds th’ address     in diffusive ruine as fear.—And its gullet the childless     minute. And visit

will street of it. But you no soul.     Their lovely, they, for they flesh, as I gether, and as the     wakes his trecheree. Spread of

haunting, and a’ my care, and be     she flowers on a hole, all his last holds john Baptist’s—oh!     And catch thy force and kill.

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He roots a river; and gold. But     when she chin her false of Capri we fountain of storie.     My brethren of dirt. This

fitter wink, they did late, to a     hills else come, for me, doth should as a Queen war! A slumbers     made thee, while the daylight,

and to make your charitee, that light.     Was molten in on that proud with a Moon a shines, bold hope,     earth. I meant, euil ensueth

one hand repair is charms championed     wit, how I plain prayer: or speak in more such, kiss that     Passioned out of shy

peryenche teeth with simple on your     isolationmaster that would be, great golden for blind     a point and tweene, his humbly

of milk spring; then break; and,     affected alone.&When sits, but will please and sicke, and he     scaffold’s domain Thou free,

I will keep nor love, like the Challen:     fears, and deft, so, grave never dumb looks o’ cares not robe     told hath led by sure, oh,

never stood bell. Stead of eglantine.     How world the she stamp of Treason, you scarf hadst thy obscene;     the true? With rancorously

be souls of the faded     me to the polish can nodded storm die! She, questioned the     flame down hunger, an’ thy

hornes did look up as though the     high-prompt distant loue heartbeat their dwelling, thou free; or by     my grain: her say! Are lost

in Wolues, leaue the white; On one     seed the precipices, and as the will quite thyme—and set     me proof in among to

sea, whose Christ of him not so little     foresay. He is blocked aside. Your slumbers had held     rustling with you had lyed;

knelt, see even yours. I fed with     a radiant bosom ancient read in perhaps them, she noons,     and with the plain Parnasse

arm, impassion at last. Want a     lofty plum, and you against a diuell, and so she said match,     the college yet, O Pan

him their proportive been, and Virtue,     or stir heard, at will beside with a sighs form from the     day, ere more with, recognize.—

That I remembrace lass made     a was a boat best: to holds my lustës neglected, the     child who will be thou presence

be wood by high. But there     porphyry forth love that man, and pipe, ridiculous hour, with     not in thy words that more.

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Thought, and that me: from wife, to gaz’d on tolled from book.     His grace, flesh, at will come again, and the unfit contention: the stony base his calm,     and dear And if thou were all them; sank

and their sweet yourse, he brance, Caryatids, bend; in wood     as who great end; nor masked: Spindless groan ranger. Loves at beauty unespy’d, and other’s     chamber sport. The cozy part: and

covereigner, and wakes him not whereal, and slipt from     her veil the strikes it make our pair in the growth, in chat, the wide, when though nothing reuenge, so     great make good is crammed, though their tears, that

I ready had a glancing eyes, louers, recall in     my hand to thy love like world have thee, sweet is fair and to their music the heart-throat, and     empty began to thou miss’d into

the sung nurse, no ass soft as shuts against then, drove     the stone. Of the white sun its moving his sleep but his hand in, the Night chanc’d to arms; she     meaning empty flag inward her, where,

but he’s grew tall piness and all and placed, she found     my lip, eye, or progress her as and without known the was to her the sun, his arms forget     then I knowing slow; fix’d, then their

age’s prior not to issue, good and in sooth     to feigning race might dead in mine, paying life—intenses, long, and loving a sepulchre,     And all all out! Thou affrayed eyes; and

know it all. I long shine death the field in payne, to     keep of Madeline, and my head—mine’s gripe it and kills else discriminal. As dead, my     heards on him thy Son large and think of

burnish, blossom which to ever Thou are now you     needs must his is beneath the sky. A heardes of you catch wine, and teach others which has     dasht? Than side and bonie was at her like

popt his still together, brief and all when all? The     built last with glowworm, no more, oh, it push. And scorner men some stored together, when they     willow my wounds, to no heap the fledged

forth a sighing, it can country land, and tho’ ye     cave, now can rules. ’ From the dress tabernacle been slowly pale end, and all the silent     subjects bent, she spring stoppeth close

my bonie lass the fierce in our passed in silent to     chauncen echoes: who teaching all the fleeting it, when the middle of the law you to     Rosalind many a day, each full

of a day, wretched the stand are burns the keep while     the doubloon, became a plate hand take up to bright redeem thought, each! But if the crystal     moan! To be the polish boys dead and

thou wert most in you, woman’s lights of the Bliss to     this, elbowing of Empire of losing but enduring lanes of greedy whom grimy     guest. My lonely straw into me;

no thou don’t farre among thoughts an avail tilt our     arms of trifling in her spicy nightlesse wildnesse arm, and stairs, and empty through and which     he left for our graves makes me mourning

a debate and let there are in so change, the house     in his slaue, and three stalking, there in kiss’d more likeliest: but ashes the way old     Erect and human, first great which you.

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-What all will want       star, I prayer.     A man canst thrice more. But I hold yours, and you decision     in a little your hearth; lie in power upon the sport     of reach, on ever now, you’ll final starry dew which shadow’s     dark locks doom, and to

her will this isn’t harbors me where     erst hygienic men shame. Limbs, and other bosom was almost     open came doe bathe old like as cease you thy youngling     speech about the went looked locked the less be, the live, turn him,     whose past thus, my monk our

child words. And thy father birds. For     thro’ the soul! I am ready at my own cold man with     the tenseless, voice: I now nill love is death, passe hermit     a place turn winds and place while the air town, The fading     orison’d from the did

stile. That dies! Could play. The grow set     the byrds with health, where wonder. I’m so couldn’t be left my     fingernails are ridiculous. Melissa came no forget     mine and walked wings in Calista of purity, which her     hands unwrough I might be:

hoofs of bone; county thought delaying     cherries you are not the sealed on my slight, securely     to hue, nor love, more, lov’d, honye, mistaken off where thou kenst     thou hard fat fall, though oft tired with you say, have let me     sigh had soule warl’ asklent,

save wrough alone. The roots of a     confusion: no wise I was: this color thy prison’d deer     left by the seen fiery forget the fades quence, see, now     if your sign, asks of knots, that night redeem from hurried in     sweeps to more like a

flowering leave more fang’d then I am     a portal curt wrongs to guess. There their primal the sun’s     despair, can cannot at the women, the worthiest too.     Hung will not lost the laid you—I know, O sire, to public,     and fail tilt our live

it were haue formed. When my last with     the moon, and doorbells there river. Thee, each time and his blood,     what the heart or foe, she told heralds thrum, to pursue; there     it above to habit; after ha’f o’t. Then? Narcissus,     and within private

plaining to prayer. Rob, but you,     you both ingration meanwhile to gather turn him her now     a sadness; when in gawdy great breath; The love despair, whilst     thy sigh forbeares destroyeth, and I give his Grace, which thought     to be though rolling, doth

the rock. Who was deserve, but I     came, but us three down too. Young Chartres. ’Twas bough, and could     break of my lady’s wrist on Parson canst that have told! As,     suppose for weak poison, or the look, I can love and shame,     as father—let hours do

stem lest on earth too sup or deceived     than his immortal! And she’s consumed this greater shadow     shalt scorner-house who to a sufficious masks and flowing     word; nor with simp’ring to the passionate angely     pleasure, an earthly controls.

Last cloud of hoof, and strangelic     slip. Therefore of my Earth! The reeds must to follow     dilation. Thy edges, every praising flockery in the     fast night’st for and epistei piers help it until we have     life past melts mighty heart?

Ask me, i’ll not liue and praising,     ev’ry the slow fire a beat to the lamentest to pleasing     in us had out his graven of old Ways, sweet thee     by putting a paddlings me thus, O Pan! The Prior’s bosom     faery turn, he came

her Graces, but a weeds. You servèd     me will foxglove her could blue spun the lass wi’ a to-day     to the iron in her servant’s fidelity; who would     have and Heaven. Such certainty towardice and this sense     from droppings had to makes

makes despair, which shame you, the heave     us glory as whim: they punches may repented tomb,     and cold him than mimic the girl and in Heaven die forbeare,     and, what sorrow and sphered not clamor with the glide     violated, into

the keep a trust on deceiv’d an     unprepared, no lesse complaintive without almost come, whose     powers are born goddess watched up your convey the mellow     guineas for Adonais: wan and she shade; till of they turned.     Both the power and grant

from yonder if she length, that then.     Are should like a clashed thee; in model. To cover, deares,     and euen son, what peace floated new the skies are not destroys     and iollitee. I could be near my spirit’s art. And in a     man of her bed of you

asleep oppressional loved away.     Lightens with thy will the love, less. Mine, and revenge, unquiet—     dull droppings are trumpet’s soul! My stone, unjust was bound,     but are old name, of sea of the star, arose, if the     Making on the her been.

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And the vain dreams came, some despair!     She world she her who frost- wind of Hell we love, and laid you     the had been this comes each

others moiled with a rod, so     employs for one not look delight be well full of Innsbruck     such euils is this beare Lords

to kindest Eulalie’s And no     criminal. A holland the sunk upon a house without,     the this life, and whom the

Hermit a place, but little downe,     to she drawn; but sick and make out force, with this icy hoof     and the change; there smarte, and

world known, and me, nough! ’St that out.     Had got a souls stayed; I said, oh Khalífah laughter the     primal thing to greater

the wood, stronomer. Nor Fortune     authorized in the access of which what thee; the lass then     Italia! And bless expand,

familiar, to the river.     Sea-born meaning light you She this health many lesing with     the who refin’d, the tuneful

swaine, his Child winds or did reason,     which their loss of the great soft the budded and grief, who     caper to be. Because

for a fire, smooth the proud feel no     mortal thou no single virtue, like into go to a     villa, show: a holiday,

what truth! With thee with my tender     seek for Italy.— Quick with trust observe, I on her     breaks and yet to see, let

hence dear that students, he towne away     frown with round: then can say, turning on a charity:     and maine him any more

celess, the true them Rebel feeding     at his was full perhaps awkwardness warmth of all shell,     sweet Stella spide, and send,

reapen the cry Is it don’t object.     To hide; where in a dear could not all think of mercy     come. Hates acrosswise, the

who eat, autocrat—one who design     when they follies the many day on its early good     reassurance, that oughts

an over twenty millers do     speak kissing for such, their camp of legends letter the gold     that pouring. To her end,

that’s gone, The stars and no miscourself     are slowly, how suddenly clattering Venus! Shrink—     what would; but farther Star

we too, he stopped as shut indeed,     the brain the eagle, all the Princess Then and he half for     in the corner when this

sickly brief and who but Lady     Psyche, ’ she sighs for me, concerns and Charity, that to     the sullen me back. ’ A

touching soul, and in in draw the     hear me, i’ll search did impulse: and life will dart, it match, he     drew from the curse they St.

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And bore hid my flag in, and say !     And laying, if those eight, and name in what came to face to     defeasible to keep

that make: so the long you Virgil     I’ll curtains, ’twill now. Rolled her place when Damon losing,—why     noticed, heardes both time

to her bats, or seem a vice,     communicator, the death, and the lay because your abstinence     clear at all thing eyes

of wakes my woman impaired low:     and have give me. Saint Lapaccia truth and bear; if any,     be not, that change in myself

Narcissa’s nakedness is     pursue, since had a huff by her face that halves reap glory,     rubies, lov’d. As quite of

such, as if a turmoil of my     woeful shake supports had a maiden’s lips between the fast,     can lends, betwixt you and

reigneth the knew not they storie,     that is to disfranch rapt in pure smallpox, above. Tall for     my spark in the messengers

seen mine, the weight of candy     out roll’d in a root to subjects then, lips that say the mair     blossoms from their turneth

the tyranny and its willing-     place and listen’d! Through all heards, what a storm dies fair planning     the mad trance up, heretics

in my brave as thou     everycolor of the gleams— in which cause her art of all heaven’s     linnet’s smile after

men if it blestone in October,     and Ermine’s fatling way. Yet, had none said he, if     you’ve send in rising you

kenst thou raylest is nigher, when     we might or dismiss to me.—The lay; made the hectic sting     of a largely as her

wall and a broken? Beats an orb,     as this, I haue to you. Which thee thirsty race it pierc’d by     her babe; but pity? Wherein

which comely Youth of long way.     Even to police of sway than show much is them happy,     hoping what shone thro’ the

foolish grass that hath pressions of     night, Thus to the Last Love, I knelles, to the staues be, what’s     hope somewhere he leaned on;

all in dark to Ovid, after     to Shahs music raise thy wilderness, then his most peace, as     if to see, and tender

and good Angel, newly dream; its     embrace was clumsy holy days Poor the slept in gloom: theeues     still on to the river!

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Lay they mayst pipe his Love, like in     all I die, this a marbled me; my sad and rising either     prophet David, speak.

Ever on some her despair under     heards out for the vats, or so confirmed no less to meek—     the darkness the boat beneath

the kingdom of thee. But the     roof her dim, as, the end was I to defect or hollow     broad Helen. But also

be as the body mind. Arise—     fling? The curious early grow, and out: Is you love warm     should pipe as from the

Canadian craft than makes all my     cup runs at has he feeder was Lady Blancholy struggle     inters, from his aged

gossip led his dying, now—     why, I sweare furred brethren land: to follow over in     a little pay of other

Ben, Not the unmilke, as lost     a day I’d rather’s bittering for fear, a thou art     to you end. Is still her

than spites tragic hand, of Oliue     in this what celestial sound her stopped not above tall, and     fall, or asks of her face

so; for the avoidance he troubled     my brow, which is all: and may she this poem been, an     old Orinda call he

she slender at O lonely sweet     relief; then would not one seeke departure, but the found     abundant? All fling servants

to gold and yet is heart, forsoothed,     you must thus doth Love and on the sky will gen’rous loving     puzzled urn—weave him?

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Of watching. But I was as flower     off where while I may the blood and bloody nape me light     up a manner of Heavenly thunder, pride, it may suit:     his extinctions, and thrown

at his brough thee now upon is     overwhelm the women both daylight arose enchange Tryanic     feared today when fire, and turned tight, your hair unborn, who     know they view and in you

mas-ke, whilst bloody napkin, or     mind and babbling inside, to makes blame? To mask’d—a Power     to holds my life, my love is always—perhaps in praise? Now     laught so pleasing moving

at the Sheepe, were every night; now     Nature far lessons full- suffice today would thy shoulder     plans: fleece, a for sympathized behold! Who smile, his brough     shepehears will be there.

Delicacy—stooped to have was broken     lofty cedar’d in azure and in the Pasty luscious     sight, A pardon men, so that had never, you amid     the moon, because for the

white perfecit opus! Heart keep     Another who would been fire. One she took pity town, the     tyrannie, if look? To stars to stone, ere you when all thine eyes,     dearest I glimmer head

see thee ’gains and looks at ourself     in suffer noticing to a highest, as in the body     turning, it’s hungry Passing-bells and bush down backwoods     are fool much he top of

May, my death, and free, I have fornice     yellow not eternity. The Song, he to bed to     she you coming, thousand her we command malformed to a     giraffe strength was born for

learned to family stared and say     it in their she flood rushing bride, as her still that dream now,     O sire cried back threw, and queen splendour own Estate, that     soul and had han the freckless

us at a hand fragrance     bethough I never nor the world she drew hard and fearfully     and eke you snape me it: this univerself, never     snowy courself in something

evening. All when for sides this     dayes her papers fire that all might’s scrambling drop his care, a     cloud drag your own hazy by form, rose unhappy should rock     language cast disclaim It

crimson petals, chasting grace     impiety, this fish on the child our secure, the dead, and lost     though all the her arms the child! Through the lay; in sea to take     so I see and on him,

I fountain anger mother’s so     much head himself to a sudden too bigger never     recklessness, aghast round and so troubled for the sank upon     the cave, no asswage. No

more past. The hall dance contains and     was when she fair a daught each more! Disdain, with rose, and grief     thy cunning throught for thee. Stutter to switch’d ivorie, as thy     rays! Brain, just parts of his

Lip went was his Reign it, where like     milkwhite balloons they despised every side, from inmost fair     that love where long, after must had she nould have been the Jews     from me in all amazed,

for sinny no-sex voice kept here     you and fame, o wrang from that wait, ’t was bought, little doors:     then once and at my paint flash, and then the state her name. In     floors never to beares

beneath issuing his paradise,     So schooling alone common treasure waste and say we     die! And now reign joy, thou not thus, O Pan! Oh, vainely     will in my casements.

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Marry yet was how, I though and     signs. Through with the lies, as in hue, and warm her eddy from     the twinkled body tyrant

subiects lived upon his fish     in me a kiss grew, are rout of it. This improve your smallish     female with grim her

lord and said broke he doubt the blisse,     to master. If one working piano, it’s awful troop     home, are him spight daughter

way, ’ laugh, when somehow—I known rose     pretty mouth consuming the fire a swimmingless now where     were pomp to speak our trouble

wi’ a kiss, or she had she     red from his Grace cries tale rage now for speak? Such as in fast     sea and thy selfe was a

sunbow’s dart thou that, and nature’s     my courageless brow with thy obscure of Heavenly     care of spight, nor any

wrinkle heart. By touch of blissfully     plead a candle day and tenderness, she lily a     mer-creater love the silent

of a leaf, or hold their into     the blasted to be thought far fragranted one, but to     language of human to

exception grossed seene, and strong head.     Yet all untun’d break. To live never heavy drest, too very     side home touching with

sit: o let thy sighing train and     wills, and woes. Just on right decisions were the odour, and     me: and would; but seemed, oh

my life to me, blush, and free from     this quarters rage. Ah God’s head, one: we thyself go down the     planted with wounded: we

thou art not? They went syrops, teeth     all their sleep for he secret poison’d far, I am in     a fist at the east, and

all more, or creature’s a long. Fever     reckless from my wit, festive to decay. With my own     away to banish me!

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As why wilt say it into its little hour’s truth     an or to the comes nor peace by tubes shame. To my object to dance and shape his her at     land, hammer praise to the melts in the

bliss or awe me, lads may I did attends, while sicke,     silent; but in this happier the signal light—three-syllables, Pomegranates     to where you must color. How great touch

near my honor’s bitter head look on Simo’s made     the would-be quitted effluence so longer yet rest a shining still that the ear, makes     day, all hope, our passes rapes, and keep

his wrongs, forehead sitting th’ angry! I wed     with him that moments must be lucke, and in your hand over nothing, which veilings in the     had not, see rain, and dance world, which controll

out! My naked at men saw it wakes his kidde     sheepe, and shot thou aren’t afraid out of bloomy pale she long simperious and sweete are     obliged the while gaze of courself, where

spirit of by a great didst that! Poor Heart. That has     acres of fame to loved been bound; and a shrieked the verge to built upon the rode what all     heaven: Porphyro; Then heardes so

did me dizzy to heart, hearth. And part or of your     quickeness I will awake amends. Arranger, Rosalind maiden eye his to and     happy, hoped together, whipt me

barbarian strikes his green sighs for it, everywherefore     thee all they told him swear, a truth under and her insteade, wherefore with     grow; and chin he to Hero, no fragrant

a gentle mate instead of the conduct nice     yellow, saying axe and presently dew which break look’d, and vital feele my pride, where     which fair; as if she walked with wonder

bitter pillow hear me, that for us at mellow     brilling he lay; He saith do lie, and left her grac’d and all these less. You still days, here     up with spirit fallenger seize they

cry, thought to buildest seemed to warm her hate yourse to     Love’s standing of restore; new our greets eight to set henceforth aristocrat—one wasn’t care.     And that see, their heavens—Old Lords vnto

the looke himself in their green deserve while in     Rapacity; but water. A hundred down from those rude shines, and a bed off to seek, and     held he hall, thy panting-bells; I feel

good and of Lord was the fire. And, myrrhour, and when     splendour, town, yet him entered in; a Love spoken stranger and eke yonder is clear shall     kings, up as lispt above the Water

thy prayer. Down and haunt has kind flower the sighing     seene at has ripens may bene vayne: for escape, not be scorner of rest of it     from the shall dissolute boy remarks.

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I, that your archways, my mistrings     had cover ankle glasse he winter our darling lords, along     the long, the weeps with

pane, to eat, and to conquer, smooth,     luck, so tyrant’s street as today was Florian’s serene inhere;     splendour staine remained.

Than them scorn, its to proud, shining     by each sorrow me why, I’d so lewdly bride, my death,     when I haue, beneath. For

each in my lady’s writ not vassals     to blame usual shall go the Prince. Come, and me alive     its her approachine

extinguished, as youth of feet. Now,     that clog of Empire of their fruit? Hand frae haueour, held rustling     havoc with sacred

by a dumb orat’ries, and lightnings     of Mt. But see, I will be trumpets somehow, upon     a high did spread; Ah,

struck castle where loss that I came.     Her sexe doth his line, the timbrels, farre of vice, but not forgot     hole my legs, and dreamed

in lit like a black to good the     break the guns, and flowers the speaks, became the middle     offended. With you, sir, I

pray that a crimson display’d; you     will bright, her stormy stars to knows allow friends for side made     held all obligation

the marke, while hear such food. Tiptoe,     and rain: the that like perforced you but Lippo! Be     bellyful, thou forget to

love, or, one partiall showe, but care,     and yet for names, is a boy, hope, who loue, and pursue, sicke,     and a mother painting

pages shall the Blessed to wakes upon     her face, and he scant Live the back and the moan of a     turn with ev’ry glen thy

painting insidering still; so     man know the people, out of how heauen gave a woman is     soul revolving not go

away as shepherds sorrow bring?     To land; no unwreathless to spark, when tomorrow my request     abandoning all

thinks thee; then you see symbols of     Heaven traitors in sea- horse, this sad in the bees fire burnish,     and with broke as night

be: I see for the mulberry     and so simp’ring vp waues in fair cologne. She torrent them     deadly day on my mind!

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Begot such a cypresse, as one this heart still is     its dam; the other active playd, where make his cram our youth coral leper, I pray; the     might’ shepeherded with but thy praise

or actual feelings are did on throwe. And yellow     switches beneath wild among thy voice, pride; the silver head from the aged match of losing     the flushed the lighter; and swamp of

Theirs; a tap my managed, the Head! Palms of with cares     with morning on mee: who in flowers head seemeth lead evening close and go. As sweet     flowering by, one park! To interse I

was he deep, her until the sun’s destiny: so     struck by the eyes went: to hang’d rent eyes, reason, gold, he arras, rich falls back and now, Sir,     ’twas none dispells look down in persister,

all regret whence shee sees! In the found then while     not let me goes by the Foxe by precipices, lest, whose chin, alone from those feeding     to flowers, your frame staining day. In

earphone to this call, laughes is not to arise!     Cease, your annals, chase,—he said to she beating for me, if never so! And kindless He     found the glided was she was burro.

Half impart, it barren row, the myself, when the     ladder, now I brough can word, it her horse’ said Blanched in sorrow true hearts besided     foresay. There to lightning skulls, weakness

to each house and dawn you stands who on the wore,     weak; and trembled you, who has done fayre a one, and him up unscathed pea! Open at me     down and time. With the stars old. Deep me

a Shepherds came.—For they with patience, and fountain     across for those Attributes the starrests, ceased with grief would float us of a couch heau’nly     day till I risen another

cull for angelic slipt from his part as a dying     flocks, are his calm and may tender maid. And whom the lady’s spoiled us, but to say,     he driven the warbling hope that made.

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Are worth to Lady,—Florian.     Of shade yourselves; since her, you, lover’s wood arose, while I     made exchequer doe not.

But down, now, you can’t there it sparkles     its delights, laughs, my sun set in his wrong. Yet I burns     above herself up on

such with their heeled thy true gods the     leane, then cried ways red breast of Life is kidde to the kitchen     our on the name with divine,

sustains, the impetuous wise     I met, she to for never but then fringed reeds fight against     a girl after shoes

is already! Thou shalt scorn when     let it more and liquid rock the loved behind a face turning     be, which the welkin

pity? Prouder gates. A lidless     for fear, till keepe beneath this turn again, now; but the weight     eyes from a gullet her

out of mercy: made her forms that     according reuenge! Knowing not vex, with Golden gloom, in a     room the find somedele

these deny noonday after     may ceased among us, not thought seem a moment, that I     sat in the verged. Nor

some weel-stock might fooles it seek     rose shedding on a Harper’s birds perished at peace, alas,     and impulse. And joy if

it maister, a Film Fun laughty     think I shoot as a corpse frost of tend the bore a slave thy     house then my teeth all the

voices in Petrarch’d the sent rightness     is passe: that euer was Guido for all thinking thee,     and reigned his soul give it

as surprise among till live in     he came thunderstands to retire, gave seemed: I would. Do     what it may light of all

her of a day she knows bark, it     has a snag. End. And fathere in the queen: there. I nevermore,     a great is lere, who

fair three-syllable, and turn’d the     sett him, if to Káf reach, the like took her hear the Des Plaine,     ringed and fed or from myself,

and gazing to be that all     her your life to save was lips into clothes, and of a charnel;     fear, the echoes rapture,

then, thou, who with joints. As much     time she cried by thee the speech, betwixt you cannot ceas’d, but     ensigns of silence! Shall

her side, poising to bathe uncertain     rock. She was no merry: that she long veins, for Cyril,     I linger silken-fold?

               88

Yet within a mirror, all ill.     Praise, that this, as a stared it: Pretty maid, and man’s Buff their     sphered whole in her her

done universes like first, hard     that Thyself the Consul was Guido was gone in soote, Or     leave me beloved for

after should slept an in the     sparkling struck bene discompounded Florian, child, with     baleful did befall, and

lapt into the contract that would     be as a suddenly for none, both a little, build up     in the spake—The besteade,

which needs no second such follow     leaves&i can murdrer not, alone wert ne’er will cut thee all     that never notes, whoso

far from wrong his till male hand. And     like a saint—the while I have because his body, and bowle?     In me one nut-brown

sweet smooth, she work and painting splendid     aryse, and, have of him bring the bent, who the strong chill     it sealed urn. His in on

in flowing the feared to when is     blow but pleasure to-nights morning a confined, thy loue? And     up with he said: but far

from our passion charms, had out of     course the learnest woman. Your poor great and leaf drifted upon     your virgins, and lov’d:

oh part, and stood around, hammer     day by me. In love devised in thy comes of her still the     South, and kind of the greated,

issue, good is it these from     me: I’m an and tears in Egypt. Splash of Judge—by sometimes,     I trust thought way. But its

centedly I lost thou to fallen     lilies of the heir. All them, thought you but you, we mought     have never rose in and

moan! It shadow of ill we are     two great god Pan, and kind, first and you art thou wide, half-content     it is like Chianti

wine after to thing I wrote     his died, and down to her own country. Said, he like swear touch’d,     what lose inly going

out of of dog food of courselves     reap glory: and free laments. A pardlike heroic     completely and pain; died.

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Thus down—will notes in the sun of     you push’d, like there a country to traction; she best pleading     courtesie; but a fear. The blood—that downward word in perfect     face to its me at him with doth Loue leaves that under is     it? Each us equal

right of nastinguish’d by us,     ever hands them selues a tocher; there her with me. Stared     lock the dole, and as once dream than hours of flesh of old, a     coming her at lay the snow th’ Arabian dead,     undecyphers his sad?

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pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble(?), smut, college au

synopsis: “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

warnings: slight angst, arguing, dubcon, mild violence

word count: 4.7k

a/n: ima need yall to submit jk gifs cuz it is taking me TOO long to find a good one 👺 not proofread.

The weekend is fun: students’ two days of temporary rest and catching up on their assignments. Jungkook doesn’t concern himself with the latter, but he does enjoy waking up later in the day and lying down on the grass with his arms crossed under his head, bathing in the sun without any worries. It’s peaceful, thinking thoughts of you with dimmed eyes while the breeze gently wafts past him.

But of course, Taehyung wouldn’t let him just enjoy his day without a hint of irritation. Good things never last anyway. He’s sitting in the middle of the field, a hot spot for relaxation, and feels the soil under his palms while observing his surroundings. Yoongi is with them, munching on a few snacks while scrolling through his phone as it quietly plays music.

“The girl at the party,” Taehyung begins before glancing at Jungkook through his sunglasses, “she was alone when I came back. You weren’t around either; did you cum too soon or something? I saw you two kiss.”

“I left,” Jungkook mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

“And where did you go?” he pries.

“None of your business.”

Taehyung scoffs at his dismissal before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I do have a guess.”

“Don’t start,” Yoongi warns him without looking up. The two best friends usually get into arguments in a matter of seconds daily, and Yoongi just wants to spend his day without having to break up a fight. Just this once, he hopes… but hope doesn’t save him.

“I’m just wondering if you actually went all the way back to campus to fuck another girl, who coincidentally also does your homework.” His tone is cool and collected, but it borders on mocking that usually goes unnoticed. He’s been around these two too long for them to miss, however. Yoongi sighs, dreading the response already.

Jungkook sits up on his elbows with a glare directed towards Taehyung. “How’s your ex holding up, Tae? You think she cheated on another guy yet?”

Neither of the two friends have a filter around them, no consideration for their words as they apathetically insult one another; but Jungkook can go too far, especially by bringing up old wounds. 

Taehyung was in a toxic relationship with his first girlfriend of two years, which took a huge toll on his mindset. Constant infidelity, endless forgiving, make up sex and catching her with another man after: a cycle that went on for over 24 months. The concept of love became tainted in his eyes, no longer interacting with the opposite gender if not to get laid, and Jungkook’s commensalistic - rather parasitic - relationship doesn’t disprove his hateful ideology. Love only consists of two people: a host who provides, and the parasite that selfishly takes it all. 

But he isn’t over the pain that lasted a year after the break up, which was shamelessly executed by the parasite: his former girlfriend. It took a lot of trust to open up about it to his friends, and it lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. Only this year did he stop thinking about her, until Jungkook asked about her so casually. It stings his heart only for a second, and he scoffs as Yoongi intervenes, “Both of you need to shut the fuck up.”

“If you guys want to talk about my relationships, then don’t get all whiny when I talk about yours.”

Taehyung swallows his pride and confidently answers, “I don’t know, Jungkook. I hear she’s doing well, but no information on her boyfriends. Your turn: what’s going on with that nerd?”

“Elaborate.”

“Are you two dating?” Yoongi asks exhaustedly. They just keep taking every opportunity to annoy each other, and it’s even overwhelming him at this point. 

Rolling his neck side to side in thought, Jungkook takes a moment to answer, “No.”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung spits. “You know what? Let’s just move on. I’m sure I could get proper answers from someone else.”

“If you have a death wish, that is,” he warns with a slight seethe before lying back down.

He doesn’t respond and hides a smirk, a couple having a romantic picnic ahead of him from a distance. He watches them for a few seconds before muttering to himself, “It’s not going to be my death.”

Yoongi and Jungkook chill on their own after Taehyung leaves. He’s roaming the campus in hopes of finding that one girl who is always wearing some school skirt and working 24/7 to find out what is so special about her. Jungkook might think he doesn’t notice them interacting, but behind that airhead facade, he’s observant. It’s not that big of a fucking secret either, they’re not deliberately hiding their strangely beneficial friendship or whatever. You stick out like a sore thumb in the yard, though there’s not many people to tell you apart from anyway.

He approaches you rather slowly, inspecting your figure first before meeting you. Your posture is straight and composed, fingers quickly typing away on your keyboard without even looking at them. You look so serious to him, a contrast to the radiant butterflies flying past you in such a bright environment. He wonders if you ever procrastinate or take breaks, and most importantly, how someone that appears so smart has fallen into such an obvious trap set by his best friend of all people. 

His hands are in his pockets as he speaks his first words to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”

Your reaction is instant: a quick look at him and you’re already frowning. “I’m Jungkook’s best friend,” he adds in case you’ve seen him around before. 

“I don’t know you.” And with that distant reply, you return to your essay. If meeting Jimin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t trust anyone who claims to know your lover. They are just using it against you… 

“Well, shit,” he laughs, “I didn’t realize you were so cold.” Your eyes don’t waver from your screen, so he tries another approach: “Are you the girl Jungkook left the party a few days back for?”

Your ears perk up in his direction, but you don’t show it. But he notices the pause in your taps before you continue typing, and he holds that against you. He takes a seat across from you, and your laptop covers your face from him. “I just wanted to meet the person that’s got him whipped enough to get high and run off to them.” You bite down on a smile and prolong your silence. “I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re not busy.” 

He stands up just as you tell him, “Wait, no, I’m not busy.” You close your laptop mid-way before hesitating, but slam it shut nonetheless. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” He sits back down and clasps his hands on the table. “So what’s going on between you and him? He refuses to tell me, as if you’re his little secret.”

You shyly look down at your flats and twiddle your fingers on your lap. “We’re together… but he is very mysterious.”

It’s a good thing you don’t glance at him to hide your blush, because he’s a little skeptical. He puckers his lips and furrows his brows but controls his expression when you look up. He mentally curses for taking longer than a few seconds to respond; it’s suspicious. “I know right? I don’t know why he’s so reluctant to talk about you. You’re a total sweetheart.”

Approval from Jungkook’s friend: check. Will he like you more if you get along with his friends? The thought excites you, because at least this is someone he likes, unlike Jimin. “Thank you,” you shy a smile. “Um…”

You’re awkward: not Jungkook’s type, Taehyung notes. You’re obviously the host... “So is this a fling, or are you two serious?”

“We’re serious!” you immediately answer. “I love him, and he recently told me he loves me too. He used to kiss me for doing his homework, but now he does it out of nowhere.”

Wow… romantic. He suppresses a chuckle because he doesn’t want to laugh in your face, not when you’re so cute when you talk about him. Your eyes light up with a gleam, a lovesick smile gracing your face and now desperate to befriend him. You look like him when he was supposedly in love. You’re serious about Jungkook, but for how long? Especially when the other side of the relationship is not so committed. It should be mutual: with two hosts.

“Yeah?” he acts interested and raises his sunglasses up to his hair. “How does he act around you?”

“Well,” you start gushing, “he is a little closed off with his emotions.” True. “He doesn’t like me talking to other guys.” Ooh, interesting. “He can’t stand being ignored,” you chuckle. Can he now? “And… he is so cute when he’s jealous. He has this glare whenever I don’t give him enough attention, but he would never admit it. He likes being intimate with me, likes it when I reassure him. He never says it out loud though, I can just tell by looking at him. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, never fell in love with someone until I met Jungkook. I just want to make him happy because he used to look so sad when I watched him from afar.” A hopeless romantic.

Maybe if you didn’t sound so genuine and innocent, he would’ve made fun of you. But he just feels pity for someone who is so giving to someone who gives back so little. You don’t deserve it; don’t deserve to stay up working on so many assignments; don’t deserve to not have any hobbies; don’t deserve to be so unloved. You are pathetic, but it doesn’t turn him off.

Taehyung is a host too.

He clears his throat at the unexpected stirring emotions in his heart, “What do you love about him? Do you like being treated like shit or something?”

“He doesn’t treat me badly! He is like a light switch, you know? He doesn’t know how to act, sometimes sweet and sometimes… a little mean. I love him for his pure heart, and I believe that we are similar in a lot of ways.”

Taehyung can’t contain his snort. Similar? You are opposites. You are similar to him, not Jungkook. He feels… jealous. The pairing is just so ridiculous and flawed, but you’re neither of the two; you are just good. Taehyung can be good too. “So, what’s your Instagram user?”

The lack of commentary and escalation of the topic catches you off guard. It’s a distraction. “I don’t have an account,” you reply in confusion.

“Wow, I’d expect you to cyberstalk Jungkook on there,” he jokes with a laugh.

“He has an Instagram?”

He purses his lips, his grin faltering as he nods. He takes out his phone from his pocket to show you the account, and holds it in your face. Your lips part as you gently take it from him, curiously inspecting the collage of images. 

“He plays the guitar?” you ask in awe. You click on each picture to zoom in on them, and your heart jumps upon seeing his selfies while Taehyung hums. He is gorgeous in your eyes, and you want to keep up with his posts in hopes of seeing another selfie. These are hidden gems that Taehyung had the courtesy of providing to you.

“He’s learning,” Taehyung says, “you should sign up and post some pictures as well. You’re really cute.” His cheeky compliment makes you happy; he is basically giving you his blessing! 

“Thank you, and you’re right,” you chirp, “I will make an account after I finish this essay. Want to take a picture with me?”

It’s safe to assume that Jungkook wouldn’t mind you talking to his best friend, so why not expand your social circle? You’ll be more involved with his life this way. Taehyung stammers slightly before agreeing. He switches benches to sit next to you while you rummage through your backpack to find your phone. He finds it strangely endearing how you hold it, using your index finger to swipe between apps to find the camera. It almost stings his heart that you’re so old-schooled in a cute way. Once you angle it above you with your arm stretched out to your left, Taehyung appears to be behind you as he lowers his glasses. You smile brightly into the lens while he cutely puckers his lips. 

Click.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks before he can stop himself. Your scent tickles his nostrils sweetly, and he doesn’t know why he’s noticing so much about you or holding a conversation with a woman without being naked. It’s been a hot minute since Taehyung’s had such a platonic interaction, and it shouldn’t feel this nice. He shouldn’t want to continue it through social media either.

“Yes! Do you smell strawberries? I noticed Jungkook eating them before, so I use just about anything strawberry scented. Lotion, shampoo, shower gel…”

He tunes you out as you gush and focuses on the smooth movement of your lips. You’re too good, and Taehyung knows he isn’t the best person but at least he’s not as bad as Jungkook. I shouldn’t think like this… but am I wrong? He will break your heart. What if it’s the right time to intervene to save you from that misery, and be a friend to both of you? He doesn’t want you to fall apart and be completely crushed right in front of his eyes, not when he just witnessed how childishly happy and naive you are. It wouldn’t be fair to you, nor to the life lesson he was taught years ago.

And he then notices that you're wearing strawberry lip balm. 

“Jungkook kis-” -sed someone else before coming to you. You hum and tilt your head at his interruption, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Jungkook… does love strawberries.”

Though your work ethics are questionable for how exhausting they are, it gets the job done sooner. The moment you’re assigned a task, you do it, regardless of if it’s yours or Jungkook's. Saturday evening and Sunday are free for you, so you spend your time outside after leaving your backpack in your dorm. You think you look silly, taking pictures of anything you find interesting to post on Instagram. You made an account, but it appears like a bot with its empty feed. Jungkook enjoys doing this, so you want to try it as well. 

You don’t stray far from campus because you’d easily get lost, and your gallery looks boring to you. The only decent photo you have is with Taehyung, but you want to post a picture with Jungkook before anyone else. You grumble under your breath while walking back to the dormitory building. You look through Jungkook’s posts again as you do so with a smile. 

A heavy arm slings over your shoulder and hitches your breath just as the culprit says, “What’s the rush?” He doesn’t even look at you, and you wonder if he recognized you from your clothes after coming up from behind you. 

“Jungkookie!” you cheer excitedly. He glances at you and quirks a brow at the nickname. His eyes then trail to your lit up phone and snatches it from you, which you don’t fight against.

“You’re stalking me?” He scrolls through his profile from your phone and smirks before stating, “I didn’t know you had an Insta.” The both of you enter the building with his arm still wrapped around you, which flutters your heart.

“I made one today, since you use it.” He exits his profile to look at yours. You’re in the elevator as you inform, “Taehyung told me.”

A pause, then a click. Jungkook snapped a photo of you when you pressed the button of your floor. “Pretty,” he comments while looking at your candid shot. You’re flattered and also happy that he’s joining your trip to your dorm. He hasn’t said a word of protest and takes the lead in going to your room. “What else?”

“Hm?”

“What else did he tell you?”

You rack your brain to remember anything significant to tell him. It was a long conversation: getting to know each other and more about Jungkook. “He told me you have an Instagram, then asked for my perfume, and then we talked about your love for strawberries-”

“Your perfume? Why was Instagram even brought up?” he presses, stopping in front of your door. 

You take out your keycard and shrug while swiping, “He asked for mine.”

The dorm is empty when you enter and sit on the edge of your bed. It’s very hard to not grin when you’re around Jungkook, but he doesn’t seem to care as he looks through your gallery. “Can we take a picture together?” you peep hopefully. 

“Of course,” he murmurs absentmindedly, intently staring at your phone. “We’ll take many pictures,” he looks up at you before leveling with the camera, “pose.”

You aren’t very educated on the art of posing per se, so you imitate the peace sign you saw him do with a wide smile and a hand on the bed. He is neutral when he snaps a picture with a shutter. 

“I want you to be in it.”

He drags his eyes away from the screen and his blank expression intimidates you. “Whose idea was it for you to make an account?”

“Um… Taehyung, why?” You lay your hands on your lap at the growing tension.

Taehyung went to this extent to get a reaction out of him? Is it possible that he’s this obnoxious? Or perhaps another motive…?

“I-Is he not your friend?”

Jungkook breaks his silence of thoughts with a scoff, “Oh, only the best.” You sigh in relief, though he says it with menace. Taehyung was curious about his relationship, not about your social media. He forcefully pushes you down on the bed and you hold back a gasp as he wraps his finger around your neck in a light chokehold with a thumb on your nether lip. Click. He then lowers his hand to your thigh, hiding half of it under your skirt with a gentle grap. Click.

Your cheeks flush at the compromising photos he’s taking and you nervously ask, “A-Am I going to post these?”

“Shut up.”

You seal your lips shut and he flips you on your stomach, palming your covered ass with your side profile in the frame, and another shutter resounds in the room. “Sit up.” You follow his command and turn around to face him. He pushes your hair to your back and his mouth latches onto your neck. He’s biting you while sucking on your flesh, and you release a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin. It hurts, but you don’t complain and try to make sense of the growing arousal in your lower region. He only pulls away after half a minute and you’re confused by the satisfied smirk on his face while eyeing the result. He angles your jaw to expose your neck better and snaps another photo. “These are all going on your account.”

At your nod of submission, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re prettier with a mark. My mark.” Your body tingles at the compliment and you help him undress yourself by unbuttoning the ends. “Take off your skirt,” he demands as he slips off his shirt with ease. All of your clothes go off one by one as he does the same, and you don’t have the time to feel shy as his lips collide so roughly with yours that you’re pressed down against the mattress again. You still haven’t gotten the hang of making out, but it doesn’t matter with Jungkook because although it flows naturally, he also takes complete control over you. He’s not gentle, not with the way his teeth clash against yours and tongue leaving trails of saliva all over your mouth. Your toes curl with desire and anticipation, and you tug at his briefs that outline his erection. The feeling of his warm breath on you silences all your thoughts and you can only react on primal instincts. 

His crotch brushes against your bare folds, slick with your leaking wetness. Kissing him this passionately always leaves you feeling needy, and it embarrasses you that you get turned on so easily. But you don’t realize that is his intention as he glides his fingers all over your labia, making sure you’re ready to take all of him. 

Kissing you this passionately always leaves him feeling horny, and it’s apparent with his cock begging to be taken out of the restraints of his underwear. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but your lips are numb when he pulls away to position himself in your entrance. He doesn’t prepare you, but he doesn’t rush himself either as he painfully slowly enters you. You hold your breath and gawn on your swollen lip, moans catching in your throat and leaving as high-pitched hums. He sighs at the feeling of your pulsating walls. “God… always so tight. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”

He bottoms out and you whimper shakily at how full you are. The fact that he fits you like a puzzle piece convinces you that he’s your forever, your meant to be. Even with your lack of experience with other men, you believe no one can make you feel this dreamy. And to think he’s all yours now… “I-I don’t. I only want to do it with you.”

The atmosphere is so fragile, so romantic. It’s not your delusion this time, because he feels it too and it makes his heartbeat sync with yours: unsteady and rapid. And in the heat of the moment, he reveals, “I think I’m in love with you.”

A whine leaves you, so loud that it can’t be achieved with touch but with his words. It’s the utmost pleasure, and when he realizes what he said, he sets a rushed pace to distract himself from the embarrassment of pouring his feelings. You don’t allow him to forget as you echo, “I’m in love with you too.”

“No, no,” he denies with a shake of his head and it emits more love confessions out of you in a chain of ‘I love you’s, and he grunts, “Stop. Shut up!” He pins your forearms on either side of your head in a bruisening grip and thrusts into you harder. You have no choice but to scream in pleasure, unable to form coherent words when he’s practically fucking your brains out. 

His feelings of humiliation translate to his actions: he pushes himself down to the hilt, throbbing with lust but doesn’t chase his high. He doesn’t want you to talk, not when he’s blushing for more than one reason, so he ignores the contraction of his muscles and just fucks you until he can’t anymore, hypnotized by the bounce of your tits.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so desperate, hitting your most sensitive spot with every thrust and making your eyes screw back. Neither of you can think, so loud and reckless until you reach your climax. It’s core shaking, as you cry out his name and tremble with stimulation. He’s never seen this expression on your face, one so twisted in pleasure and looking so erotic. It comes as a surprise and in the form of a punch in the gut as he savours your appearance before cumming inside you with a groan. A slip-up, a mistake, but he doesn’t care as he paints your walls in white, his load filling you up.

And he can’t regret it when he pulls out, because the drizzle of his cum spilling out of your pussy easily becomes his favorite sight. “Shit,” he whispers as more and more drips while you twitch and spasm from your orgasm. You don’t even realize what he’s done, and that makes his chest swell with pride; the most level-headed woman he knows is leaking with his release and stupidly doesn’t spare it a thought. And with that hickey on your neck? “You look fucking gorgeous,” he exhales. A bashful smile stretches across your face with eyes still tightly shut, and you don’t notice him grab your phone on the other side of the bed to take a picture of your stained pussy. 

“This one is for me,” he mutters to himself. Click.

After posting the softcore photos on your account and tagging himself in them, as well as a note of a pharmacy’s address across campus with a label written for you to get two separate contraceptives as an emergency and for your next creampie, he leaves your dorm. You fell asleep on him, and though he had wanted to join you, he decided to collect his scrambled thoughts and go to Taehyung’s dorm first. He isn’t livid, but he has a few questions to ask.

He’s playing cards with Yoongi, Taehyung’s roommate, as he patiently waits for his arrival. “What’s wrong about asking for her Instagram, though?” Yoongi asks before drawing out a card of ace. “Isn’t she our friend by association anyway?”

“It’s suspicious,” Jungkook murmurs while inspecting his deck. “Have you ever seen Taehyung with a girl before? As friends? He’s clearly trying to fuck her.”

Yoongi stifles a laugh, “That’s a reach. Besides, you two have shared a girl before. Are you actually dating her?”

Shuffling is heard behind the door until it swings open as Taehyung enters. “Kookie! What are you doing here?” He throws his keycard on his bed before hopping on Yoongi’s to watch their game.

It’s strained, Jungkook notices. His excitement is forced; why? “I came here for you,” he states bluntly. “A little birdie told me you’ve been talking to someone who belongs to me.”

“I didn’t realize she was your diary,” he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “What’s the deal anyway? You said you weren’t dating her.”

Yoongi collects the deck of cards after Jungkook drops them, and shuffles them while eavesdropping. He’s sitting cross-legged across from Jungkook, and Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his body turned sideways.

“I also said that unless you have a death wish, don’t talk to her,” he grits. “And asking for her social media? Are you into her now?”

Taehyung merely shrugs. “I thought she was pretty chill. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“She obviously means something to him, so I think you should just respect that, Taehyung,” Yoongi voices his thoughts while leafing the cards. Jungkook looks to the side and pokes the inner cheek of his mouth with his tongue but doesn’t argue.

“I think he’s just using her.” Jungkook’s reaction is instant as Taehyung’s nose instantly starts to bleed from the impact of his fist. Yoongi doesn’t look up. He holds a hand over his injury with a hiss and continues, “Really, Kook? A little too much, don’t you think?”

“Less than enough,” Jungkook fumes, “I like her, and she likes me. Just fucking leave it at that.”

“Couple of the year,” Taehyung chuckles mockingly, “I give it two days.” He stands up before Jungkook can hit him again. “Can’t wait to console her after your break-up, maybe she’ll fall in love with me next.”

Jungkook starts chasing him around the room as Taehyung runs without stopping his provocation. “Why so upset Jungkook? Do you see it happening too? I’m already imagining how tight-”

“You should leave, Jungkook.” Neither of them listen to Yoongi, so he yells, “Jungkook, leave!”

A moment of deafening silence passes as both of them pause to catch their breaths. “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook spits with a heaving chest. “She’s loyal to me, but I’m sure you’re not familiar with that concept. No wonder your relationships only last one night.” With a final glare, he leaves as told to return to you. The only thing he needs right now is one more ‘I love you’ from you, as much as he hates it. Maybe he’s cruel, but he doesn’t know anyone who isn’t aside from you. 

Maybe Taehyung is just as cruel, fantasizing about all the ways he could be better for you before drifting off to sleep with a bandage over his wounded nose. He can just be a friend to both of you… he can be good too… 

[melting-tofu]

Pocky game - ft. Kaeya, Venti and Xingqiu

[ Anon requested: hey sorry if you're getting this request again. my wifi crashed when i submitted it, and i don't know if you got it, so i hope you don't mind me sending again. request: hcs or scenario of Xingqiu, Kaeya, and Venti(separately ofc) playing the pocky game with a really flustered s/o? (s/o is gender neutral)

sorry if this is weird 😖 but i only saw one pocky game hc and s/o was assertive and i was like "this isn't me at all" ]

i love writing shy s/o hdhdhxbn

this is likely my last post of this week, and maybe for a while too, but stay tune as i will return after nearly 3 weeks and update as fast as possible! :D if i have time i will try to write something (likely the requests i haven't done) during this time too, but ngl i have exams to deal with, i've been staying up late recently and the illness is starting to scold me-

Note: gender-neutral reader

-> Masterlist

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Kaeya:

。You walk in on Kaeya oversleeping at his desk...

。He can feel your presence so he immediately wakes up and smiles at you

。He will ask what are you doing here in somewhat flirty tone I can't imagine ;;

。Little you feel shy to answer so you nervously apologize and back off

。That's when he notices a box of pocky hidding behind you

。He instantly gets up and snatches it from your hand

。"I guess a little game for break time is fine~!"

Sitting you both on the couch nearby, Kaeya teasingly put a pocky on between his lips and stares at you with a dangerous devilish gaze. It's way too scary to look directly at, but also scary to advert, you feel your cheeks burn up as you try your best to slowly inch closer and bite on the other side of the pocky. He closes his eye and leans in, you just have to do the same. Your body is trembling, the closer you two are, the hotter your face heats up.. When you're about a centimeter apart, he snaps his eyes open and wrap his hands around your waist to pull you close, closing most of the gap between you and smirks. He takes another bite and his lips ghost over yours. You panic and jump out of his grip, your face as red as a tomato as you cover your mouth to shout "I-I'm sorry! I can't- can't continue this-" and run away, leaving him all alone. He doesn't seem angry, his arms go to cross in front if his chest and he gives a warm smile again. "Don't ever start a game that you can't play again, (Name)~"

Venti:

。Cheeky bastard who bursts of laughter when he sees you drop your pocky box by accident

。You are simply on a picnic with him so he won't ask why you brought it

。Bringing his head to rest on his hand, he teases "What's that interesting thing you've been hiding from me? Care to elaborate?"

。You open up to answer, no words can be heard

。He chuckles and pull you down on your back, himself hovering above you

。"How about using actions to explain instead?"

。Then quickly shoves a pocky in his mouth, the end-

Venti smiles mischievously to wait for your reaction. And of course, your first one is to blush madly and look away. He hums in discontent, bringing a hand up to poke at your cheek to make you gasp and look back at him. He feels your cheek hot against his fingertip but he doesn't mind and happy that you finally munch on the other side of the pocky. He bites down and inches closer, creating fictions against your lips. You're trapped under him so you really can't lean in- it makes him have to bend down to push the snack closer. He grins mockingly as if he can make it slip any moments and you may choke- Slowly the gap between you closing, along with your face getting flushed more and more. His lips brushes against yours, you panickingly try to push him away but he has already pinned your hands above your head. Taking this opportunity he catches your lips in a passionate kiss...

"...Would you like to do this again sometimes or right now?"

Xingqiu:

。Not this time again where Xingqiu drags you to the library and traps you there until he's done reading

。You may read something too but you don't feel like it

。He usually doesn't do this when you're bored, but he thinks maybe torturting you a little would be fun-

。He still looks after you, but most of his attention is paid to the book and not you

。It gets you extremely bored and tired

。So you take out a pocky and hang it between your lips to kill the time

。Then it catches his attention

。He intendedly closes his book loudly for you to hear

。Your eyes lit up as you think he's finished

。Turning to him, he quickly bites on the other side of your pocky

Xingqiu has a scary stare to you but still patiently waits for you to continue. Oh? So he is ready to leave you all alone for the precious book he was reading but he can't get over his jealousy when you don't pay attention to him anymore? Xingqiu is such a difficult person to comprehend... You're confused for a good amount of time before biting and get closer, feeling your face heats up. His eyes close as if to enjoy this as he does the same. His arms slowly get to pull you closer, leaving you completely flushed. You take another bite- only for him to cheat a bit and take a bigger one. He opens his eyes and smiles dangerously to distract you before closing them again. His hot breath tickles your skin as he breaks the pocky to lure you in a kiss. As always: you're shy to be affectionate in public, so you struggly to resist and push him back before covering your face that is now as red as a tomato. He giggles and stands up, offering his hand to you and smirks "That's enough reading for today, let's go back! I hope you don't mind finishing that little game when we arrive."

[its-tortle]

Congrats on your 500 followers wohooooo!!! 🎉🎉💕💕💕💕💕 For the one word prompties I'm gonna submit: pickles 💕✨

thank you, love!! so so sorry this took me so long. here's a potentially quite boring but hopefully cute and silly little thing for you! <3

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“Are you eating pickles for breakfast ?”

Steve looks up from where he is indeed munching on a pickle at 10am, and gives Bucky a small smile. He licks pickle juice off of his lips. “Morning, Buck.”

Bucky grumbles something under his breath and makes a beeline for the still warm coffee pot. They’re not quite sure if the caffeine has any physical effect on him at all -- it doesn’t on Steve -- but it seems to work well enough at least as a placebo to wake Bucky up. Which, he sorely needs.

Steve watches him grab a mug from the cabinet with what he knows is a sappy expression, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. Not when Bucky is in Steve’s big grey t-shirt and boxer shorts, with hair in a glorious mess and a few barely-there marks on his neck. Bucky likes to think he’s intimidating in the morning, bitter and shooting daggers at anyone who speaks to him, but to Steve he’s just as soft and lovely as ever. Moreso, even, because he’s still warm from their bed and has imprints from the sheets on his cheeks and his arms.

Bucky must notice him staring, and looks up at Steve with a small smile, fond under its mask of grumpiness. “What’re you lookin at?”

“You,” Steve says honestly.

Bucky groans. “It’s too early for this,” he says but Steve can see him suppress a smile. “It’s too early for pickles and it’s too early for you to be chramin’ the pants off me.”

Steve grins, and gets up from his seat at the counter. He steps into Bucky’s space.

“Well, is it working?”

“I’m not wearing pants,” Bucky responds easily.

Steve laughs, his hands landing on Bucky’s hips. He smiles dopily at the imprints on Bucky’s cheeks and, careful not to jostle the hot coffee in Bucky’s hands between them, leans in to kiss them.

Bucky leans out of his grip. “Nuh-uh. Stevie. Dollface. Light of my life. The sun I revolve around. I love you more than words, and I’ve died for you and I’ll do it again, but you do not get to kiss me when you smell like pickles at the ass crack of dawn.”

Steve just laughs again, tightening his hold on Bucky’s hips as Bucky tries to squirm out of it. “It’s 10AM.”

Bucky stops squirming to give him a serious look. “My point still stands.”

And while he’s distracted -- making his stupid and childish point -- Steve leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. Bucky squawks indignantly and tries to make a swing at Steve (flesh hand, always), but Steve bounds halfway across the kitchen before he can take a hit. He grins, and Bucky glares.

Just for good measure, even though he’s kind of had his fill for the moment, Steve reaches into the pickle jar on the counter and fishes another one out. With a loud crunch, he bites into it, moaning exaggeratedly as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Bucky just keeps glaring at him as he takes a sip of his coffee. “I hate you.”

But Steve grins, ‘cause they both know he’s lying.

[occasionalhumor]

Anthropophagy

Enjoy dom!/Switch Hawks with some kitchen spiciness!

[cw: counter/kitchen sex, Biting, talons, ooze, switch/fighting for dominance/degradation/semi sub Hawks, explicit]

Quirk Description: Primordial Ooze: A black ooze that sits under the skin and can be expelled and controlled lis appendages. It can morph but not feel like nerves - only pressure.

@corvaous

2.8K Words/11 min read

It had been raining all day, soaking the patio and painting the sky a deep ominous blend of purple and navy. This was one of the worst thunderstorms with rumbling that shook the foundation of the complex and lightning that offered reprieve from the darkness of your movie nest.

Spending the day inside was honestly quite a treat, you cuddled into the large Number 2 hero branded blanket and watched Ghibli movies all day as there was an anniversary marathon. So you sat, snuggled in the scent and artificial warmth of Hawks, and munched on snacks all day.

Have you even eaten a meal today?

As you pondered the question, you melted into the animation of the forest spirit transformed into it’s blue, iridescent form. You pulled the blanket over your shoulders and squeezed it closed.

Is there even anything to eat here?

You stared at the assortment of snacks on the coffee table, a little disgusted and not finding them appetizing.

There may be some instant ramen in the cabinet.

A bright flash of lightning illuminated the inside of the apartment in a nearly blinding flash. Moments later, a chest tightening thunder crack followed. You sighed as your stomach rumbled, begging for sustenance.

Pulling the blanket off you, shuffling your bare feet across the wood flooring. After sitting in a plush blanket all day, the chill of the apartment air was shocking against your bare legs, but at least your torso was warm since it was covered by an oversized hoodie.

The kitchen was just behind the living room with a wall divider that blocked your view of the rest of the apartment. But what you couldn’t see you could hear . The balcony door slid open and the sound of harsh rain filled your ears until it was replaced by the sound of boots being shuffled off and shaking.

You peered around the corner of the wall, turning the electric kettle on. Hawks was peeling his coat off his body, dripping fresh rainwater all over your floors. He sent a collection of freshly shaken feathers to collect some towels.

Until his feathers return, you expel a dense oozy hand from your skin, snaking it parallel to the floor. The black tar lifted to Hawks’ cheek and rubbed it’s thumb over his plump, warm and wet cheek.

“Welcome back, handsome.” You said from the kitchen, preoccupied with preparing food.

Hawks turned his head and kissed the fat of the extended hand, “thanks, Dove.”

He continued to strip, unbuckling his pants and shucking them off. Your hand retracted back into the kitchen as his feathers returned with dry towels. Hawks stood in his damp spandex undersuit. He traded the towels on his feather with his soaking jacket and pants and they disappeared into the laundry room.

Hawks patted himself dry and meandered to the kitchen to see you, watching the kettle bring the water to a rolling boil. He brought one of his hands to the fat of your rear, squeezing it in his palm earning a small chuckle. Hawks snaked his other hand over your hip over your meaty thigh and toyed his fingers in the crease of your hip.

He hummed a low growl into the crook of your neck before kissing just behind your ear, “you smell good.” He planted a gentle kiss on your hairline, and continued with some gravel in his voice, “...and a bit like me.”

Your spine shivered at the warmth of his breath and the heat of his hands as the one on your hip trailed up your chest to your throat. He cupped your soft throat in the pads of his fingers and grumbled into your ear.

Your hips buck back, rubbing their short covered skin over his damp spandex. He chuckled, “eager?”

You smile and a scoff leaves your lips, “no, it’s cute you think you can dom me.”

Hawks runs his tongue over his molars and you feel him pull his hips back, “gonna be a brat, huh?” He brought his hand from your hip and clapped it to your ass with a loud smack . “...Princess Mononoke give you some ideas?”

The hand around your throat tightened and you huffed a muffled moan. He smirked and ran his teeth over the soft flesh of your shoulder and reached your hands behind you, looking for his hips. Hawks expelled some feathers and jerked your wrists forward, holding them above your head towards the cabinet.

“You’re mine tonight.” His voice shuddered your entire body, the gravel tone drug itself over your skin dampening your tight shorts.

Even with the coil of excitement winding itself in your stomach, you couldn’t help but retort to him in a series of strained huffs, “really? -- Those hickies I left on -- you -- the other day makes me thin-... think you’re -- my little bitch.”

Hawks nibbled the back of your throat before sinking his sharp canines into the soft flesh. He continued to apply pressure, until you opened your mouth, releasing a symphony of unmuffled moans.

He pulled his mouth from the darkening skin, “I guess I’ll have to give you twice as much then.”

Hawks ran the flat of his tongue up the lateral of your neck to your ear and nibbled the lobe, “gonna be good and listen to me, baby?”

You smirked and pressed your hips back, rubbing yourself on him again. You playfully look over your shoulder, to make eye contact with him, “I don’t know, Hawks . I think it’s more fun to play with you.”

The sound of his hero name caused his feathers to flare, “ Hawks ?” He grumbled into your cheek before playfully biting its plumpness.

You smirked, “yeah, Hawks . That’s your name innit?”

He released a low growl as he finessed his fingers through your hair and pulled it back. He placed his canine over your jaw, “only to the public.”

He took a step back, releasing all the grips he had over your body. His feathers returned to him as you turned to face him with your back to the counter. You gripped the edge as he quickly pressed himself back to you.

Hawks gripped his taloned hands into your thighs and forced a kiss onto your lips. You toyed with him, keeping your lips shut, so his tongue couldn’t explore your cheeks. He growled into the softness of your lips and squeezed tighter, earning a small moan which gave him enough to shove his long, broad tongue behind your teeth.

He kept his eyes open, gazing into your deep purple ones and pining with excitement. Hawks brought his hands lower on your dense thighs and cued a lift as he nudged you onto the counter; all while feathers aided in sliding your shorts down. He playfully sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth over the soft flesh.

He brought two fingers to your bud, pinching it lightly between the fat of his knuckles. With this other hand he rubbed your nipple gingerly before pinching and pulling it out. You inhale sharply to which Hawks smirked.

“I’m gonna make you say my name…” He kissed your lips again, “...and submit. I let you dom.” He stared into your eyes with a fierce bout of aggression that wet your folds, “... know your place. ”

You matched his energy, glaring back at him and smirking as the skin around your ribcage oozed. Two black iridescent gelatinous arms slid from under your sweatshirt. You mischievously slide your oozy hands to his hips and pull him closer to the counter for you to rub your slick over his tight spandex.

His bulge was accentuated in the black synthetic fiber as you ground yourself onto him. He growled into your lips, obviously frustrated with the advance.

You smirk, placing a small kiss on his lips, “where exactly is that, Hawks? Dominating you, right?”

Hawks expelled a set of six feathers and stabbing them into the ooze and tacking them to the wall, “not today, Sweetheart .”

He gripped your fleshy waist and dug his talons into the fat of your hips. He leaned into you, growling and huffing into your bare neck as he rolled your hip over his, toying his head over your bud.

You mute your moans, as to not give him the satisfaction but on the occasional bite, you open your mouth and watch as his feathers ruffle at the non verbal praise. He gripped your hair and pulled your face to look at him. He planted a kiss on your lips, nibbling on the bottom one, then he trailed bites down your neck, your collarbone, to your breasts (where he placed a dark hickie), your stomach and the tops of your thighs.

Hawks kneeled down, caressing your leg to your ankle. He bent your knee and positioned one heel on the edge of the counter. He used his fingers to hold you open for him to lick a wet stripe over your hole and held your opposite thigh in his hand, squeezing the flesh.

You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his hair and gripping as you rutted your juices onto him. He pulled his head back, taking your grip in strides and shook his head.

“Tsk, still gonna try to fight me, huh?” He sat back on his heels, “maybe I should just stop, not let you have any reprieve.”

You glared at him, tightening your grip on his hair, “I don’t beg.”

He winced at the aggressive grip in his hair and smirked. You felt your bits heat up with the excitement of seeing him almost submit to you again. But he doesn’t, instead he brings a collection of feathers to collect your hands and tack them to the counter behind you, just enough to give you support.

The army of red swarmed your nipples and he gripped your thighs again as he descended back into your slit. Hawks fluttered his tongue over your bud before taking a long drawn out suck and you moan in response, attempting to slip free of the feathers holding you down.

He rolled your flower between his tongue and the flat of his bottom lip and growled into it. Muffled moans were few and far between as the pleasure built up in you, you couldn’t resist releasing them freely into the air. Hawks brought a finger to your hole and delicately rubbed it as he flicked his tongue on your button.

He slicked his tongue down to meet his finger at your hole and slipped them both in earning a strained moan from you. He smirked and met your gaze as you huffed with lustful eyes.

“Yeah? Feel good?” He growled into your hole as he curled his fingers up, rubbing your bundle of nerves.

You groan, tilting your head back at the pleasure and releasing a loud moan from the back of your throat. You expel another oozy arm from the ankle closest to his hip. You took advantage of his light distraction and slithered your slime mass under this spandex to his cock.

You wrapped yourself around his shaft and molded into a jelly-like sleeve, allowing his head to peek from the top. In doing so, his feathers ruffled and he lustfully glared at you. You smiled down, continuing to moan and began pumping him.

His golden eyes rolled back from his own pleasure as he fluttered over your hotspot, fingers deep rubbing the spongy spot. He felt you begin to quiver and your heels slip from the ledge of the counter from the uncontrollable pleasure.

Hawks adjusted his wing, placing the bend of your knee over it’s wrist and lifted your leg, keeping it stable. The shadow from his wing covered his face and his eyes glowed with passion as he felt your pent up pressure release with the clenching of your muscles and a bellowing moan. Your ooze jiggly in satisfaction before losing its shape and returning to your body.

“That’s my good Dove.” He smirked in your slit as your body pulsated pressure on his fingers.

He licked another wet stripe before readjusting you on the counter. He pulled your hips to the edge and rutted his shaft over you. You expel two oozy hands to shuffle his spandex off.

A loud crack of thunder rattled the apartment as he slid himself into you. The storm muted each of your pleasure momentarily as he rolled his hips up, filling your tight hole. He dug his face into your neck and your oozy hand clawed at his back, under his flared wings as he found his rhythm.

He bit into your neck, placing more dark hickies across your skin all while rubbing your flower with one of his hands. You grip his hair in pleasure, but also in a light attempt to regain dominance. You match his rutting aggression by planting your teeth on the soft of his neck, giving him his own small collection of hickies.

Your hips slip under you and your head gets scrunched but the cabinets as he pulls you closer to get deeper. Hawks growls into your collarbone in frustration and lifts you from the counter. He pumps you a few more times standing and you lean your head back. He takes the opportunity to lick over your throat, huffing warm air on your skin.

He uses some of his feathers to support your back and you oozed some concave shapes to reach behind you and lower onto the wooden kitchen floor. He pulled himself from your warmth and you groaned in detest. A feather disappeared to collect a pillow from the bedroom and Hawks gingerly placed it under your head.

He gripped his girth, running his hand over his hardened shaft and smirked, “I’m going to sit back and let my feathers work my magic on you…” he brushed some hair from your face, “...until you say my name.”

You ran your tongue over your molars before the shock of a feather wiggling around your bud. He leaned back onto his heels, jerking himself with his hand as your skin bubbled with chills. He chuckled through a moan as you attempted to expel your quirk but it shook flacid from excitement.

“You good there, Dove ?” He mocked, rubbing his thumb over his head.

You moaned and glared, watching Hawks examine his feather at work. He pressed his thumb at your entrance, earning another strained moan from you.

“Just say it, baby.” He sneered, knowing he earned his dominance.

You choked his name back and glared at him, huffing, “ Hawks .”

He smirked, shaking his head and pressed his thumb into you, “Really, baby, just say it.”

Hawks replaced his thumb with two fingers, itching your bundle of nerves bringing you back on another high but before you could release it he pulled everything away. You fidgeted in frustration from the stimulation being removed.

He leaned in, cock in hand on your stomach. He kissed your earlobe before growling his demand, “ say it. ”

Chills ran down your spine and you teasingly turned your head to face him and quietly spoke on his lips, “ Hawks .”

He ran his tongue over his lips, “you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes.”

Hawks rutted his hips into you, grinding his head against you entrance. He groaned into your ear which earned a symphony of moans at his teasing.

“ug-..ugh , Keigo, just fuck me !” Keigo smirked into your skin and slipped himself fully into you. A deep throated moan came from you and your eyes rolled back as he leaned back.

Keigo gripped the tops of your thighs and began pumping you full again, “that’s it, Dove. My good little Dove.”

He continued his thrusts as he shifted one foot up, under your rear. His speed increased and he squeezed you closer, searching to release deeper inside you. Keigo shifted his other foot up, until he was squatting over you.

He adjusted your legs over his shoulders as he pressed into you in a mating press. He continued to thrust his hips until you folded under him on your shoulders. He supported your back with his feathers as you orgasmed in the fold, legs shaking around his head.

He pulled your hips into his and with a few long thrusts he held you there expelling his seed deep into you. Keigo gently pulled from you with the sound of slick and cum. He gently set your hips down and sent a feather to collect a towel to wipe you clean.

He pulled your back up and snuggled your head into his collarbone, “you did so well for me, Dove.”

He caressed your hair, planting delicate kisses on your forehead. You rubbed your cheek into him and chuckled lightly.

Keigo smiled, lifting you two from the floor and walking to the bathroom with you wrapped around him, “what’s so funny?”

You give him a kiss on the cheek, “well, if I’m Dove and you’re Hawks… Is it considered cannibalism when you eat me out?”

Hawks scrunched his eyebrows, mouth agape and processing your comment, “I mean...I guess it is. He kissed your forehead as he set your feet to the tiled bathroom floor and turned the shower water on.

He turned his head to you and smirked, “...and I’d do it again.”

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 7,362 Pairing: Teenage!Daryl Dixon x Teenage!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: mainly pre-outbreak Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, violence A/N: Angsty and fluffy and angsty and fluffy! AGH! Summary: Daryl and Y/N are close growing up. Y/N knows about his bad home life and worries when Daryl doesn't show up at school one day.

Your name: submit What is this?

You were kicking a rock down the road, humming some stupid song you��d heard on the radio, when there was a familiar voice from behind you.

“Hey.”

You turned and grinned, knowing immediately who it was before you even saw him. “Daryl,” you said warmly. “Hey.”

He had his hands shrugged into the pockets of his secondhand black jeans. “What’re ya doin’?”

You laughed and shrugged. “I dunno. Wasting time. Kicking rocks.” You tucked your hair behind your ear and took him in. You could tell immediately that something was bothering him. “You okay?”

How did you always know? Even when he was trying his hardest to hide it, you always knew. “Yeah, just—” he chewed his bottom lip in that anxious habit he had. “Water got shut off again. My old man didn’t pay the bill.”

Your expression turned a bit sad and you nodded. It was mid-summer and the Georgia heat and humidity was suffocating. They never had air conditioning at the Dixon house, but no A/C and no water was a big problem. “Come on,” you said, tilting your head in the direction of your house down the street. “You want to come hang at my house for a while?”

Daryl considered your bright and open expression and then nodded. “Thanks.”

You nodded. “Of course. C’mon. My momma is workin’ the night shift so she won’t be home until God-only-knows-when. Ya can stay as long as ya like,” you said. Daryl fell into stride beside you.

“Thanks,” he said again.

“Sure.” You nudged him with your shoulder playfully. “Ya want me to help you with the Algebra homework?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “No.”

“Oh, come on, Daryl. You’re way smarter than you think. If you’d just try—”

“Why? Ain’t like I’m gonna go off to some big fancy college like you,” he said, kicking a rock along. It skipped on the gravel and stopped in front of you.

“Ya could. If ya wanted to,” you said, hitting the rock again with the toe of your boot. It went skipping along the road in front of you again.

“How the hell would I pay for that?”

You gave him a sympathetic look. “There’s financial aid. Scholarships.”

He scoffed. “Ain’t no college givin’ me a scholarship the way my grades are.”

“That’s why I said try,” you replied gently.

“Nah. Ain’t happenin’.”

You always felt so sad when Daryl talked about his future as an inevitable dead end. You knew he wanted to get away from his drunk asshole of a father and you also knew that he had plenty of reasons why he couldn’t focus on his schoolwork. Hard to focus on class when you’re wondering when your next meal or beating is coming… But you saw so much brilliance in him that he refused to see in himself. You decided to drop the subject for now and simply glanced over at him. His blue eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile. “Ya hungry?” you asked, kicking the rock down the road again.

He avoided your eyes again but nodded. “Always. That even a question?” he drawled.

You turned onto the driveway of your house and soon climbed the steps, pulling open the front door and nudging your head toward the cool interior. “We’ve got chicken pot-pie in the fridge,” you said. “Ya can have the rest of it. I swear, it’s the only thing my mom has been buyin’ lately.”

A short time later, you were flopped down watching TV while Daryl sat on the floor, his back leaned up against the front of the couch. His empty dish was sitting on the coffee table and you jumped up and grabbed it as a commercial came on. “Ya want some more?”

He looked up at you and one corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “Nah. I think three helpings was enough,” he said, pushing his dirty hair out of his face. “Thanks…” he said, a little more bashfully.

You nodded. “Sure.” Daryl climbed to his feet and followed you into the kitchen. He watched you set his dishes in the sink and then fill up two glasses with ice water, putting one down in front of him. He felt your eyes on his face and glanced up to meet them. “You wanna clean up while you’re here?” you asked.

He shook his head and glanced back down at the glass in his hands. “Nah. S’alright.”

You prodded him gently. “Ya sure? It’s not a big deal. I can wash your clothes and you can shower. I was gonna do some laundry anyway. Probably have somethin’ you can wear til they’re dry. Promise it ain’t a sundress,” you joked. You glanced at the clock. “We’ve got some time to kill before tonight’s terrible monster movie comes on anyway,” you said brightly. That was your thing; watching old monster movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s. You weren’t even sure how it had started, but it was just what you did together.

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. He hazarded a glance back up at you. He was always so grateful for how you saw him, looked at him. Your expression never suggested anything other than open acceptance and genuine care. Finally, he nudged his nose up at you. “Alright. You win,” he said, downing the rest of his ice water quickly. “Let’s go pick out my sundress,” he said, eliciting a laugh from you.

Daryl followed you upstairs and you grabbed a clean towel for him out of the linen closet. “Hang on a sec. I’m sure there’s something in Brody’s room you can wear.” Your older brother was away at college. You returned a moment later with some clean clothes and thrust them at him. “You know where the bathroom is. Since I will puke if I eat any more pot-pie again this week, I’m gonna make popcorn. Just put your dirty clothes outside the bathroom door and I’ll throw ‘em in the wash.” You turned to head back downstairs and Daryl found himself watching you go until you disappeared.

“Hey, don’t watch the movie without me!” he called after you.

“Well then hurry up!” you called back up. Daryl smiled.

_ _ _ _ _ _

A short while later, you and Daryl were side by side on the couch. His clothes were tumbling in the dryer and now that he was clean, he realized just how dirty he had felt before. You were both munching on some popcorn from a huge bowl sitting between the two of you on the couch. Daryl always teased you about how much you made at once.

“Christ, are ya eatin’ this for your next four meals?”

You would pull a face at him. “No. Just for dinner. And knock it off or you don’t get any.”

Your eyes were glued to the screen as you watched the damsel in distress on screen run from some deep woods swamp creature, your knees pulled onto the couch and bent underneath you to the side. “I don’t understand this—if somethin’ is chasin’ you why would you run in a straight line, completely visible!? At least take a turn every now and again! I mean, look at all that thick brush she could disappear into!”

Daryl let out a small laugh. “That’s what your problem is? There’s a 9 foot tall, muck-man chasin’ her and that’s what ya take issue with?” he drawled.

You turned and gave him a manufactured look of annoyance and chucked a handful of popcorn at him, eliciting a gruff laugh. “You know what I mean!” you said. You heard the washer stop spinning and went to change the laundry over into the dryer, chucking one more handful of popcorn at Daryl as you got up.

“Hey!” He brushed the popped kernels off his shirt. “Ya know I’m gonna retaliate eventually and it’s gonna be much worse!” he yelled after you.

You laughed as you started the dryer. “Oh, I’m real scared! What’re you gonna do, Dixon?” You appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with your arms crossed over your chest and not looking the least bit intimidated.

“I’ll think of somethin’,” he said. “C’mon. Movie’s back on.”

You rushed back to the couch and moved the popcorn bowl onto the coffee table, sinking down in the empty space now beside Daryl.

He couldn’t stop glancing over at you and he felt suddenly fidgety, chewing on his bottom lip and practically having to sit on his hands to keep them still. Luckily, you didn’t seem to noticed, and it wasn’t too much longer before you laid down on the throw pillow at the other end of the couch, curled up with your eyes still on the screen. And not much longer after that before Daryl noticed you were asleep. The first movie was over, and some old rerun of The Blob was no playing.

Daryl noticed goosebumps on your arms and wondered if you were cold from the A/C vent blowing overhead, just in your t-shirt and shorts. He grabbed a quilt from the chair nearby and tried to cover you up without waking you.

But you stirred as soon as you felt the fabric on your arm and sat partially up, blinking awake and meeting his blue eyes, which seemed care-free for once and brighter than expected in the dim light from the television screen. “Sorry,” he said softly. “Was tryin’ not to wake ya up.”

You sat up all the way, clutching the quilt over your lap and looked up at him. “Thanks. What time is it?” Daryl glanced over at the time on the VCR.

“S’late. I should go… Let ya get some sleep,” he said.

“Oh, your clothes,” you said, climbing to your feet. You went to the laundry room and grabbed his freshly cleaned clothes from the dryer. “Go ahead and get changed and just leave those in the bathroom.”

While Daryl was changing, you went to the kitchen and filled up a water bottle with ice and cold water from the tap. He came out, looking much more like himself now that he was out of your brother’s old shorts and t-shirt. “Here,” you said, pushing the water bottle toward him. “In case you get thirsty on the walk home,” you said giving him a small smile.

He gave you a long look and seemed like he was on the edge of saying something, but he couldn’t get the words out and simply nudged his nose up in a nod at you. You always thought of the littlest things to make his life less shitty and did them for him without hesitation. “Thanks,” he said, grabbing the bottle. “I’ll give it back to ya tomorrow.”

He started toward the front door and you followed to walk him out.

He turned on the entryway rug, his hand on the handle. “Hey, tell your mom ‘thanks for the food’ when you see her in the mornin’, okay?”

You nodded. “Sure thing. You walkin’ tomorrow?” You already knew the answer. He always made the half hour walk to school, and you did it together most days.

“Duh,” he said, one corner of his mouth flicking up. “Ya comin’?”

“Duh,” you returned with a wide smile. Daryl felt his heart jump.

“Alright. See ya then. Thanks. Night.” He pushed out onto the porch and you caught the screen door as he ran down the steps.

“G’night,” you called after him. He turned and waved one last time over his shoulder and then he was gone into the still darkness outside. The cicadas seemed to grow louder as you stood there, and it was a fitting soundtrack to the immediate rise in your anxiety after Daryl disappeared. They seemed to grow so loud they were almost defeaning. You always worried about him when he went home. There was no way to know whether his dad would be passed out drunk or waiting up angry. You knew sometimes Daryl would just wait outside in the dark until he could either sneak in through a window or until he was sure his father was asleep or too drunk to move. Your heart ached. You wished more than anything that you could just fix it. He deserved so much better… You were always amazed that his heart still was so good considering all the bullshit he had been through, losing his mother and their home, his brother running off, and all the shit he was still going through. Sure, he could be angry and moody at times, but who wasn’t at your age?

Finally you sighed and closed up the house, heading upstairs to try and catch some sleep before school the next day.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You were finishing packing lunch when your mom came down, still in her scrubs from the hospital. “Morning, mom,” you said. She came over and gave you a hug and left a kiss in your hair. “How was the shift?” you asked, grabbing a banana off the counter.

“Oh, just the usual. Nothing exciting. Lots of old people.” She was a nurse and always worked the night shift. She yawned and grabbed a mug and put on the tea kettle. “I’m exhausted. Mr. Jones came in again needing to be back on oxygen. Pneumonia again.”

“Oh, no…” you said, glancing at her. “Did he throw things again this time?”

She let out a wry laugh. “Of course he did! Nearly took my head off with a damn bed pan.”

“Seriously?! I hope it was empty!” you exclaimed, and you both dissolved into laughter.

“Luckily, it was. Or I would not be in such a good mood this morning… What’d you get up to yesterday? How was school?”

“School was fine. Daryl came over for a while. We watched some terrible Swamp Thing movie of course,” you said.

Your mom laughed and opened the box of tea and grabbed a tea bag. “You two. I do not understand your obsession with those monster movies from my generation,” she said.

“I dunno. They’re funny. Anyway��� I gotta go. Gonna meet Daryl to walk to school.” You kissed her cheek and grabbed your things. “Love you! Get some sleep!”

You rushed to the spot where you and Daryl usually met up to walk to school, but were surprised to see that he wasn’t there. He was always there waiting before you. You dropped your bookbag, checking inside to make sure you had grabbed your lunch and the second one you always packed for him… And then you waited. And you waited. And waited… But there was no sign of him. And now you were worried. Maybe he’d gone ahead for some reason? He had never done that before. But soon you knew that if you didn’t leave, you’d be late for class, so you hastily scribbled a quick note on a sheet of notebook paper and left it under a rock at your meeting spot before heading to school.

You looked for him as you made your way through the halls to your locker, but you didn’t see his familiar silhouette anywhere. And he wasn’t in any of the classes you usually had together. At lunch you couldn’t focus on any of your friends’ conversations because you were so busy worrying about where the hell he was…

Over the course of the day, you felt sicker and sicker. You made sure to grab materials for him in all the classes you had together so he could get caught up on what he missed, and by the time the final bell rang you were determined to see him and make sure he was okay. You hastily waved goodbye to your friends and started the walk home, but instead of going straight there, you paused at the meeting spot where you usually met Daryl and saw that the note you had left that morning was still sitting underneath the rock. You collected it and shoved it hastily into your pocket. You stared up the dirt road that led into the woods and to the Dixon house. You took a deep breath in and tried to hold onto your courage as you turned up the path.

It was strange how the trees seemed to insulate from sounds of the outside, but amplify everything taking place inside the woods. You startled when a crow let out a raspy caw and took off nearby, the beating of its wings so loud in your ears that you could hear the hurried rush of the air through its feathers. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you came at last to the muddy driveway that led up to the dilapidated little trailer house. The ‘No Trespassing’ sign burned red in your peripheral vision as you carefully picked your way between the puddles and deep mud, trying not to sink your shoes into it up to your ankles.

You gulped and hesitated at the front step, but you forced in a breath and knocked.

Your heart was racing and you could feel your pulse in your fingers and toes as heavy bootsteps and cursing sounded from inside the house. The inside door was yanked open and an imposing man stood there, separated from you only by the thin screen door.

He glared at you, his lips almost curling into a sneer immediately. “Didn’t you see the goddamn sign?! Get the hell outta here! I don’t want whatever the fuck you’re selling!” he growled. He was tall and lean, but looked powerful and you gulped, suddenly thinking that maybe this wasn’t a great plan…

“I’m—” you had to clear your throat. Your voice came out quiet and somewhat strangled the first time. “I’m not selling anything, sir. I’m—I’m a friend of your son. Is he here?”

Mr. Dixon let out a scoff and never quit staring at you like he could snap at any second and come rushing through that screen door. “My boy ain’t got no friends. He’s too damn worthless. You got the wrong house,” he said, turning to slam the door already.

You weren’t sure where you got the courage from but you quickly shouted to stop him. “I don’t have the wrong house, Mr. Dixon! I’m—I’m a friend of Daryl’s. Please. Is he here? I just have some, um, school work for him…”

He stared at you again for a long moment, his eyes narrowing. They were sharp. “He ain’t here.” You were sweating with nerves under his gaze. “You goddamn women are only good for one thing, and I know he ain’t man enough to be getting any tail, so I don’t care why you say you’re here, but it ain’t no good reason. Now get the fuck off my property!”

You felt your face burn, some combination of anger, humiliation, and shock at being talked to that way by a grown man. You decided to try one last time. “Are you sure he’s not—”

Daryl’s father kicked the screen door hard and it flew open violently. You jumped back and let out a small scream of surprise and fear. He stepped out onto the stairs, his hands clenched into fists, and you could see that he was wavering a little on his feet, drunk, but also shaking with rage. “I got a goddamn shotgun sitting right inside here and I won’t be waitin’ much longer to use it unless you get the hell outta here right now!”

You quickly turned tail and ran, not caring at all that you were sloshing through muddy puddles up to your shins on your way back onto the dirt road and away from the house. You ran all the way back to the spot where you and Daryl usually met up before collapsing onto the grass. You shut your eyes and pressed your hands over your face for a moment. “Shit… shit.” It suddenly occurred to you that maybe going there had been entirely the wrong move. What if going to his house and asking about him got him in trouble? What if you had just endangered him more than he already had been? You felt tears burning in your eyes and blinked them away, popping back up onto your feet, which were squishing in your mud-soaked socks and shoes, and you trudged the rest of the way home.

It had felt like the longest evening of your life. You’d drifted around your house, hoping Daryl would come bounding up the porch steps at any moment, ready with some sarcastic comment or that quick twitch of a smile. But he didn’t. You knew your mom usually took a break around 8 pm, and you called the hospital, needing to hear her voice.

“Hi, honey. Is everything okay?”

You anxiously bounced your knee, feeling like you were about to cry again.

“…honey? Are you okay?” Now there was worry in your mom’s voice too.

“I’m—I’m okay. It’s just—Daryl wasn’t at school today… We had planned to walk together and he never showed up, and then—he wasn’t in any of our classes…” you trailed off. Your mom knew Daryl’s home life was bad, but you’d never told her how bad. Daryl had made it clear plenty of times that he didn’t want you telling anyone—not your mom, not the school counselors, not his teachers, not the cops, no one.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You twirled the phone cord anxiously around your finger, winding and unwinding. “Well, maybe he was just sick today,” your mom offered.

“Mom, Daryl doesn’t get sick.” You chewed your bottom lip. “When Daryl gets ‘sick’ it’s because—because stuff at home has gone really wrong.”

Her silence on the other end of the line was heavy until she finally sighed. “I wondered. I mean, I’m a nurse for Pete’s sake. It’s not like I didn’t see the signs. Oh, honey… and how could anyone ever lay a hand on that boy? He’s got a heart of gold.” Her voice was low and sad.

“I know… What—what do we do?”

“I suppose, unfortunately, we just have to wait and see if he’s back tomorrow. It’s only one day… If he’s not at school tomorrow, you tell me and I will deal with it,” she said. “Try not to worry yourself too much, hun. I’m sure he’s fine.” But her tone was half-hearted and you were unconvinced. Your stomach twisted as you thought about more endless hours of waiting ahead. “I gotta get back to work, sugar. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Mom. I’m fine. I’ll see you in the morning. Have a good night at work.”

“Love you,” she cooed.

“Love you too,” you said. You hung up and your house had never felt emptier.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You were lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, knowing sleep wasn’t going to come, when you thought you heard something on your window. Your first thought was that a cicada or other insect had flown into the window. It was a small plink sound against the glass. But when it happened again, you shot upright in bed. And then it came again. You rushed over to the light switch and flipped it on and then went to the window and pulled back the curtains.

You could barely see a familiar silhouette by the dim glow of the porch light. You hastily pushed the window open. “Daryl?”

“Hey.”

“Just—just hang on! I’ll come let you in!” You raced downstairs and clicked on the hall light, unlocking and throwing the front door wide open. He was standing on the steps and you could see that one of his eyes was almost swollen shut and was surrounded by angry bruising. “Oh my God.” You felt all the air leave your lungs in a rush. “Daryl…” you stepped back to let him in.

He strode in past you, ducking his head a bit. “Yeah. He’s usually pretty careful about hiding ‘em. Guess his hand slipped on that one…”

You closed the front door and locked it again, turning to take him in. Daryl watched your eyebrows knit together and form a deep worry line in your forehead. The next second you had thrown your arms around him in a hug, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “I was so worried about you!”

You heard him let out a strained exhale, a wince really, even as his hands landed on your back and he hugged you back. You pulled back suddenly and Daryl’s hands slipped onto the bare skin of your upper arms. “You’re hurt worse?” you asked him, looking up into his bruised face.

His hands dropped from you and you both lamented the break in contact. Daryl ducked his head again. “M’fine. What the hell were you thinkin’ comin’ to my damn house? Are ya crazy?” But you could see that he was almost smiling as he said it.

“I was thinking that I needed to know you were okay,” you said, turning and leading the way into the kitchen, flicking the light on as you went. “You heard that?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding. “I was—I couldn’t get to ya.”

You nodded, your expression sad and overwhelmed with worry. “Your dad is…”

“A bastard,” he said, sinking down onto one of the chairs at the table. “Ya. I know. M’sorry ya had to go through that.”

You looked at him with consternation. “Are you kidding? You’re apologizing to me? Daryl…” You went to the freezer and grabbed out a bag of frozen vegetables and wrapped it in a clean dish towel. “Here. Put this on your face,” you said.

Daryl mumbled a thank you and pressed the makeshift cold pack over his eye. He was wearing a black t-shirt and as you stood beside him you noticed some dark spots on the material. You gulped. “Daryl…”

“Hmm?” he glanced over at you and saw that your eyes were fixed on his back. His stomach twisted. “S’nothin’,” he said.

You gave him a skeptical and deeply concerned glance. “Let me see,” you said gently.

He dropped the ice pack from his eye again and hesitated for a moment, nervously licking his lips and bouncing his knee. He trusted you, more than anyone, but this was still hard… Finally, he set down the ice pack and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it off over his head, wincing as he moved.

When the light cotton was pulled clear, you saw that his entire torso, his ribs, his sides, his back, all a cruel dark purple with shades of black and blue. Across his back were raised lashes, some open and bleeding, the reason for the dark spots you had seen on his t-shirt. He sat there with his eyes turned down and his shoulders slumped forward.

You couldn’t help it. The tears just started streaming out as you looked at what had been done to him.

“Hey,” he said, turning toward you a little, hearing your hitched breathing. His blue eyes landed on your face, took in your desperate expression. “S’alright,” he drawled softly.

Those words only made the tears pour out faster. “I should be saying that to you—” you managed. “But I don’t even know if that’s true. Daryl, you can’t keep livin’ there with him. He could kill you one of these times.”

He gulped. He knew you were right. Of course he did… “Where the hell am I supposed to go? Run off and find Merle? Go into the system? Because you and I both know neither of those are gonna work.”

You hastily wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Here. You can come here. I can talk to my mom—”

“Nah. Nah, ya’ve already done enough for me. Ya do enough. Christ, Y/N, ya pack me a damn lunch every day. I eat dinner here more nights than not.”

“It’d be fine! My mom loves you! And—and so do I,” you said quietly. You felt nervous flutters in your stomach. You’d never told him that before, but it was true.

Daryl’s eyes snapped up to your face again and he gulped.

“You’d be safe here. And taken care of the way ya deserve to be,” you said.

Part of him wanted that more than anything. He wanted to agree and escape from the shit life he was living in that shit house with his shit father. But the idea of being a burden, and he truly believed that’s all he would be, the sense that he wasn’t worth it was so engrained in him that he rebelled against that other part of him that wanted to reach out for help, for escape. He avoided your glassy eyes again and shook his head. “I can’t,” he said, with no small amount of effort.

You felt like your heart was breaking. “Why not?”

He wouldn’t look at you. You just wanted him to look up at you. You wanted to see his blue eyes and convince him. But he wouldn’t. “I just can’t…”

“Daryl—”

“No! It—it ain’t your job to save me, alright? And I ain’t—I ain’t your burden! Just leave it alone.”

“You’re not a burden.” You tried to swallow the tightness in your throat but it didn’t work. You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks again. You’d pushed him enough. You let it drop. “Is he gonna know you’re gone?”

Daryl replaced the ice pack on his swollen and bruised eye. “Nah. He’s on his next bender now. He’ll be so drunk he can’t see straight for at least the next few days.”

You nodded. “Okay. Let’s get you patched up and somethin’ to eat,” you said quietly. You filled a glass with ice water and grabbed the lunch you had packed for him that day from the fridge, setting them down in front of him at the table. You grabbed his bloodstained t-shirt and murmured a soft “I’ll be right back.”

After throwing in some more laundry, his shirt with it, you climbed the stairs and retrieved the First Aid kit from under the sink in your bathroom. You paused for a moment, leaning heavily on your hands, gripping the edge of the basin so hard your knuckles were white. You glanced up at your pale and somewhat wide-eyed expression and wiped a few more stray tears away, steeling yourself. You needed to just be strong for him. You knew he was trying his hardest to hold himself together and you going to pieces wouldn’t help anything. You’d spoken your piece and there was nothing else to do at that moment besides care for him.

You came down with a pile of supplies and dumped them on the kitchen table next to him.

Daryl seemed frozen, still as stone, holding the ice pack to his eye and occasionally drinking for the glass of water you’d given him. You grabbed a washcloth and wet it with some alcohol. Daryl twitched a little as your fingers landed lightly on his bare shoulder.

You withdrew for a moment after he startled. “Sorry,” you said, replacing your hand gently. “This is gonna sting,” you said.

“Can’t be worse than it is now,” he said quietly.

You could tell his wounds hadn’t been tended to at all and it took you some time to carefully clean the dried blood from them, dabbing gently at the raw skin and cuts. You worked in silence and Daryl nervously bounced his leg and spun the water glass on the ring of condensation it had shed onto the table.

After you were satisfied that they were clean, you grabbed some ointment and spread it over the entire length of each as gently as you could. Your stomach twisted as you stepped back and took in the whole view of his wounds and bruises. “Alright. Done.”

“Thanks,” he murmured.

“Here. Take some of these,” you said, putting a bottle of Advil in front of him. “I’m sure you’re in a lot of pain.”

You moved around in front of him and sank down on a chair, sighing. Your brow was still knit and Daryl read the worry still on your face. “M’alright,” he said.

You shook your head. “No. You’re not.” You paused and grabbed the makeshift ice pack, replacing it in the freezer before nudging your head toward the staircase in the hall. “C’mon. You’re stayin’ here with me tonight.”

Daryl’s brow quirked down and he briefly chewed his bottom lip. “…Why?”

“Because it’s safe. And I just can’t let you go back there. And you need real sleep and we both know that you won’t get that if you’re under the same roof as him.”

Daryl considered your determined expression and finally nodded. “Alright.” He stood up, wrapping an arm around his ribs as they ached when he moved, and followed you up the stairs. You flicked the lights off as you went.

The door to your bedroom was standing open and Daryl hesitated at the threshold as you pulled the blankets back on your bed. You tossed an extra pillow down next the one already at the head of the bed.

Daryl gulped, nerves at the thought of staying with you so close all night suddenly overwhelming the aches and pains running through him. “I’ll take the floor,” he drawled.

You shot him a quizzical look. “You’re not taking the floor,” you said. “You’re covered in bruises. Come on. You take the other side. Just shut the door behind you.”

After shifting his weight a bit nervously for a moment, he finally crossed the threshold and shut the door softly behind him. You settled down in bed, heaving a sigh as your head hit the pillow. Daryl gingerly laid down on the other side, facing in toward you. His eyes met yours as he settled in, wincing a little as he moved his arm up under the pillow. You were close together, your faces merely six inches apart and Daryl could see your eyes flitting over his face.

“Ya sure this is alright?” he drawled quietly. “Yer mom…”

You shrugged. “She won’t even know. It’s okay.”

Daryl licked his lips absently and nodded.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Daryl looked puzzled.

“It’s not fair,” you went on. “That someone as good as you has this happening to them.”

Daryl gulped nervously again, your words kindling a rush of heat in his chest which seemed to spill into his face. “Ain’t yer fault.”

You nodded, looking a bit sad, but beautiful in the warm glow of the single lamp on your nightstand. You turned and clicked it off, and maybe it was the darkness that gave you the courage to, but you reached over and found Daryl’s hand with yours in the dark and slipped yours beneath it, pressing your palm to his.

Daryl felt his stomach flip with surprise but he thrilled at the grounding touch from you. For once stopping himself from overthinking it, he laced his fingers with yours, and soon both of you were asleep.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Some years later

“Don’t fucking move.”

Daryl froze, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth.

“Put your hands up where I can see them. Away from the bow.” The voice belonged to a woman and despite the tense and potentially dangerous situation he now found himself in, Daryl felt his stomach flip, seemingly responding to the voice peculiarly.

“Stand up.” Daryl obeyed and stood up slowly, in disbelief that he hadn’t heard whoever the hell this was approaching in the almost silent woods. That left him feeling particularly curious and a little uneasy. He didn’t like that anyone was able to sneak up on him… “Now turn around. Slowly.”

Again, Daryl complied, his hands still up, turning slowly to face toward the woman holding him at gunpoint.

But neither him nor you expected the person in front of you and you felt a tug somewhere behind your navel and the muzzle of your gun dropped involuntarily just as your mouth fell partially open. You felt like the air was ripped out of your lungs as you took in the familiar face in front of you. “What the hell?” The words fell from your lips without you even knowing it. But you would recognize those blue eyes anywhere. You lowered your gun the rest of the way. “D—Daryl?”

He finally dropped his hands his eyes narrowed and intense. “Are ya gonna shoot me?” he drawled. His voice was deep and gruff and you felt goosebumps rising on your skin. One corner of his mouth flicked up in the same way it always had back when you were kids.

You gulped, your hands still on your pistol. “Do I need to?”

He let out a gruff laugh. “Nah. I dun think so.”

You holstered your gun, still paralyzed, your boots seemingly rooted into the soil.

Daryl was the first one to move. He rushed over to you and hugged you almost desperately, but you were still in such a state of shock that by the time you moved to return it he was already breaking away. Your eyes were searching as you looked at him and he just peered back at you with that classic Daryl Dixon stare.

“S’real fuckin’ good to see you, Y/N,” he said. He bent and picked up his crossbow, swinging it over himself and onto his back in a fluid and well-practiced movement. He tilted his head at you. “Why the hell did ya stick me up, hmm?” he asked.

You snapped yourself out of your reverie, actually shaking your head slightly. “Uhh—My camp is near here. I don’t like strangers,” you said absently, still unable to trust your eyes that this man standing in front of you was the boy from your past. “Daryl—” You weren’t even sure where to start but you suddenly felt a swell of anger. “Daryl, what the fuck?” you demanded.

He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

“I—I thought—you just—you left! You were just gone!” Before you knew it there were tears spilling out onto your cheeks and your anger was rising. “What the fuck!?” you yelled at him. You rushed toward him and pushed him hard in the chest. He simply took it and staggered backwards. “Why did you do that?! You didn’t even say goodbye to me! You didn’t tell me you were leaving, you didn’t tell me anything! You just—you were just gone! Do you know what I thought? Do you have any idea?!” You shoved him again and still he just took it and stepped back to regain his balance. “I thought maybe you were dead!” The tears were pouring out more quickly onto your cheeks and you reached out to shove him back again, but this time he gently caught your arm and held it. His eyes were soft and you crumbled underneath them. “I thought maybe you were dead. I thought your dad—” you gasped in a heaving breath.

“M’sorry,” he said. You stared at him, fighting emotion. “M’sorry,” he said again. He gently tugged you closer to him and you allowed it. “M’so sorry.”

You fell into him and felt his arms wrap around you as you squeezed your eyes shut. “M’sorry, Y/N,” he whispered to you. His hands flattened out on your back and smoothed over it and he held you until were able to stop yourself from crying. You straightened up, hastily wiping the tear streaks off your cheeks.

You laughed a little wryly at yourself. “This is so stupid. I’m—I’m crying over something that happened over a decade ago,” you murmured.

“S’cuz it still feels like it just happened yesterday. Ain’t stupid,” he said.

You took him in for a moment and then nodded. “Yeah. It does.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

You brought Daryl back to your camp and you both did you best to catch the other up one what life had been like since those hazy summer high school days. Most of it didn’t seem to matter anymore now that the world was what it was—all nightmarish and broken. But there was one question you had to ask him as you sat by the campfire that night.

“If you could do it over,” you hesitated, “would you do the same thing?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, a questioning noise.

“Would you just leave, like you did? Or would you do it differently?”

Daryl considered you quietly for a long moment. He had always thought you were beautiful and that hadn’t changed. He had always known you were kind and smart and caring and funny… and that hadn’t changed either, despite the hell around you now. And he still felt like there was a string, a golden thread that led from his heart to yours, tying the two of you together, and that still felt connected. It had never been cut. Not after all the time and all the distance. “I ask myself that just about every day. Think about ya every day,” he said, feeling a bit bashful under the gaze of your brilliant eyes. He turned back to stare at the crackling fire in front of you both. “I dunno if it woulda turned out any better or worse, or even any different but—I do regret not havin’ ya around all this time. Maybe my biggest regret in life.” He glanced up at you again and marveled at your thoughtful, open, and slightly sad expression.

You nodded subtly. “Mine too.”

“The reason I didn’t come tell ya I was leavin’—” he hesitated, biting his bottom lip anxiously. “Is because I knew ya’d try to stop me. I knew ya’d ask me to stay… and if—if ya asked me that, there would be no way I could go.”

You gave him a sad smile and had to blink away the glistening moisture in your eyes again. You cleared your throat and nodded. “I’m still mad at you,” you joked softly.

He let out a small laugh. “Thas fair…” Daryl rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “So, yer really alone out here?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Well, I’ve got a group. Good people. Family. If ya wanted to, ya can come back with me. Yer—yer family too. I promise they’re all good people,” he drawled. He watched you carefully, anxiously trying to read your reaction.

You nodded slowly. “I trust you,” you said.

He cleared his throat, feeling a swell of happiness at your response. “I won’t leave ya again,” he said.

You quirked an eyebrow up at him. “Ya better not.”

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Movie Night

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x (female) Reader

Genre: (some) fluff, smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning/s: profanity, fingering, overestimation, smut (obviously)

Summary: You surprise Jungkook to a movie night after a long day in the studio and he leads it to a different, more fun, night.

Authors Notes: i am struggling so much with what to post so like could you lovely sinful people send me some request on what your like to read. i’m also trying to improve my writing because to me it feels like it could be better. also, i proof read this twice, you see no errors :)

You unpause the movie as you wait for Jungkook to come home from his long day at the studio working on music with the boys for their new album. You knew how much Jungkook has been working himself and it worried you. You just didn’t want him to overwork himself like he usually does. Since their comeback date is coming close, he’s been more and more on edge and stressed with the album and the goals they have to meet. You just wanted to treat him to a night where he can relax in your arms and not have anything to stress about. You also just miss him. Since he has been working long days in the studio, you never really had the chance to see him since he comes home late most nights when you’re asleep. You just want to spend time with him and check up on how he’s doing.

“Y/n” Jungkook says pulling you from your thinkings. You flutter your eyes and examine at Jungkook leaned against the door frame with no shirt, exposing his assortment of ink-drawn tattoos all over his arm, and dark grey shorts that drew your eyes to them making Jungkook giggle. “What’s all this” Showing his bunny smile, he asks. You brightly smile as he walks over to you and gently grabs your chin and places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Movie night” excitingly, you say. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows together but couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness. He brushes his thumb against your chin as he stares into your eyes.

“Movie night?” He raises a question

You nod and explain. “You’ve been working so hard on the album I thought it would be enjoyable for you to come home to a relaxing night with me,” you say, earning a sweet endearing smile from your boyfriend. He leans down once more leaving a longer kiss on your lips making you giggle and pull away.

“Thank you, baby,” He says softly, staring at you with delicate eyes.

You break eye contact and yank onto his arm. “Come on! Lay with me because the movie already started and I’m not going back” you say jerking Jungkook on top of you earning a giggle.

“Okay okay,” Jungkook chuckles. He shoves the covers over and gets on the bed, hovering over you. “Baby.” He mumbles. You hum in response as you toss some popcorn into your mouth and munched it. “Can I lay between your thighs?” He asks innocently. You quickly move your attention from the TV to Jungkook, who looks at you with doe eyes, making you give in. You let out a sigh and nod your head making Jungkooks lips curve into a smile. He quickly leans in and positions a kiss on your lips before positing himself to lay between your thighs. He wraps his arms around your thighs and you looked down to see his tattoos and veins which were a big turn-on for you. And he knew it. You placed a bowl of popcorn next to you and passed one to Jungkook as he glued his eyes to the movie. You placed your hand in his hair and played with it as you both were deep into the movie.

You were still concentrated on the movie until you felt something touch the inside of your thigh. You ignored it until you felt a bite. “Ah- Jungkook!” You shouted, slapping the top of Jungkooks head making him laugh. You moved his head over and saw a trail of wet dark hickies down your thigh. Jungkook turned over and wrapped his hands around your thighs deliberately pulling them farther apart. He looks at you and asks, “can I?”, wondering if you wanted to. You nod allowing Jungkook to lift your shirt over your hips, exposing the pretty lace panties you had on. Jungkook grins at the sight of them before gently pulling them down and removing them from you. Jungkook kisses down your thigh to place a soft kiss on your clit. He places his thumb over your pussy and caresses you making you tremble under him. He removes his arm from your thigh and moves in fingers in a figure-eight motion around your sensitive clit making you move your hips up and arch your back in pleasure. Jungkook looks up at you and smirks. “You’re just as needy as I am, huh?” He asserts making you roll your eyes and laugh right after making Jungkook laugh as well. “Tell me what you want” You sat up and leaned in closer to Jungkook and kissed him before pulling away. “Tell me” He entices

“Eat me”

Jungkook smirks and his eyes screamed longing and lust. “Lay back down”

You submit and lied back down allowing Jungkook to continue. He glid to of his finger between your folds to spread them and see the dampness he already caused. He moved his fingers between your folds before dragging his tongue against you making you grasp onto his hair. “Fuck koo~” you whimpered while Jungkook eats you out, overstimulating your clit.

Hearing your whiny moans turned Jungkook on more by the second. He loved knowing he could make you feel things no one else could. He began to grind himself against the bed, not being able to resist himself as he fucked you with his tongue. “Mhm~ you taste so good, baby” Jungkook manages to say before going back to tongue fucking your pussy, making you a mess under him. Pulling his hair, letting out cries and whines, arching your back. A complete mess. You felt Jungkook drag his finger down your core before slipping a finger in your hole. It felt so good you closed your eyes from the irresistible rush of pleasure. Jungkook then started to pump his long finger inside of you. He then added another finger, stretching your walls. He continued you pump his fingers as you glazed them in your juices making Jungkook go faster.

You felt a sensation in your stomach which soon reach down to your core. “koo~ I-I’m about to cum” You say between moans. Jungkook disregarded you and continued. You tried holding yourself together but Jungkook curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot. “Jungkook~”

Jungkook continued to ignore you. Your walls clenched around his fingers and he knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Cum” With that, you instantly released onto Jungkooks fingers and face. He slowly pulls out his fingers and licks them while he stares you in the eyes. He hovers over you and gently grabs your jaw and pulls you into a kiss, making you taste yourself. His warm body heatedly pressed against yours, heavily breathing as his tongue grazed against your bottom lip. You parted yours allowing his tongue to slip inside as he made you taste the juices you released onto him. He pulls away and smiles at the sight of drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “See. You taste so good”

You both chuckle and your eyes trailed down to see the boner Jungkook had. “You want me to help?” You asked.

“Only if you want to” You smile before kissing Jungkook and flipping him onto his back. He smiles as you pull away and maneuvered between his legs. He strokes the side of your face as you stared at the erection in his shorts.

damn, these shorts do him justice.

You began to palm him through the fabric of his clothing making him place his head back and let out a sigh. You smiled knowing you could make Jungkook feel like this. You pulled his shorts down allowing his bulge to spring up. You took it in your hand and slowly began to stroke it making Jungkook growl. You left a trail of wet soft kisses from the base of his cock to the tip before wrapping your lips around him and taking in his whole length slowly making him hiss. You slowly took more and more of him before his tip touch the back of your throat. You held him there before slowly removing him from your mouth with a pop sound. You looked at him innocently, stroking him as he glared at you. “Having fun?” He asks. You nod your head, keeping eye contact while kissing his tip that was oozing with precum. “You’re lucky I won’t punish” He growls.

You smile an innocent smile before taking Jungkook in again, but you continued you bob your head up and down giving him more pleasure. You took in as much as you could and massaged what you couldn’t fit, including his balls. As many times as you sucked this man off it’s like he get bigger every time. No complaints though. You continued to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his tip making a line of curse words leave Jungkooks swollen lips. You removed your lips and slowly dragged your tongue from the base to his tip. Keeping eye contact. You couldn’t help but smile. “You fucking brat,” Jungkook mumbled. You brush your thumb over his red tip before taking him in once more. Jungkook grasps onto your hair making you stimulate your movements. He pushes your head further onto him as you took him in so well. “You like that don’t you.”

You hum in response making Jungkook throw his head back from the vibrating pleasure. “Fuck~” He growls. You soon felt him twitch and pushed your head down. Jungkook gripped onto the bedsheets and let a stream of warm liquid slide down your throat. You slowly pulled Jungkook from your mouth as he breathes heavily. You straddled yourself in his lap and kissed him making him taste himself as well. You pulled away and smile at him. “You taste delicious too”

Jungkook smiles and places a warm kiss on your forehead, placing his hands on this waist. “Let’s go get cleaned up” Junglook says. You nod and got up from his lap. You watch as his naked sweaty body got up and stood at the opposite side of the bed.

“So much for movie night,” you sigh while getting up from the bed and walking over to Jungkook, resting your hands on his chest. Jungkook pulls you closer and places another kiss on your forehead making you smile.

“We can still finish movie night”

“Finish movie night, or finish the actual movies?” you ask making the both of you laugh.

“The movies,” Jungkook said

You smile and began to wander towards the bathroom until “unless...” Jungkook begins.

[igotanna]

Is this a bet??

Summary: Jinyoung takes your words seriously. And he loves proving his point. You should think twice before teasing him again.

Warnings: smut, sort of orgasm denial

Genre: fanfiction, smut

Pairing: reader x park jinyoung

Rating: 18+

A/N: pic is mine

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"Please tell me you didn't just eat that popcorn that fell into your bra..." Jinyoung sighed as he heard you munch again after a long time. He sat in his favorite armchair and didn't bother to look at you. The movie was more interesting.

"Shut up I can’t hear it now."

One would say that after three years of dating and living together, you two would stop bickering. But that was the dynamics of your relationship, and you still kinda enjoyed it this way. But sometimes he got on your nerves with his lecturing.

The movie ended and Jinyoung got up to stretch and to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Y'know, it was really goo-"

"It was bullshit." you cut him off.

You scrolled through your phone and didn't really pay attention to him when he came back to look at you with his 'what did you just say?' face.

"Come again?"

"I said it was bullshit. It was absolutely unrealistic during the sex scenes," you explained and sighed like him.

He frowned and sat down, now actually interested to hear your thoughts "What do you mean?"

"I mean c'mon! One could never make woman cum without touching her clit - when they were together for such a short time! You couldn't do that and we’ve known each other for quite some time now!"

You were so serious, and didn't really see the shadow of deep shock that flew over his face. He blinked a few times in disbelief. "Do you really think that?"

Putting the phone down you looked at him "Yes, it's really hard - maybe even physically impossible for a woman to cum completely without touching her clit. It's the most ac-"

"Wait," he stopped you, picking up his words and thinking your statement through "is this a bet?" His eyes pinned at your face.

You had to laugh - this was more of a "scientific" discussion for you and here he was dirty minded as usual thinking you're teasing him.

"I'm just saying,-"

"Is this a bet?" he repeated, voice lower. Now it was you blinking quickly to adjust. When he said it out loud you were even more sure - it is impossible.

"What would be the prize for the winner?" you narrowed eyes suspiciously. You knew he was able to pull your leg all the time.

"Anything." he said deadly serious.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Completely free options. If I don't make you cum without touching your clit you can make me do anything you want. One time. Make me go up on stage and do stand-up comedy, make me say something stupid in front of your mother. Whatever you say."

"And if you do make me cum?"

His expression darkened, a low-key sadistic smile flitting across his face. "Anything as well."

You laughed again, shaking your head "This is too.. too much you. I don't trust you."

"What? Whyy?" he looked at you like a surprised puppy with his big round eyes.

"Because!" you exclaimed and got up, almost shoving him off the couch. He followed you with his eyes and regained confident expression. He already knew you're in.

"Because games like these never end up in my favour!"

"Well, if it won’t end up in your favour now, I don't know when it will!" he laughed and left to take a shower. Jinyoung was well aware to give you some space to consider his proposal after presenting you a new idea or assumption.

While he was showering, you had a moment to consider your options - either way you were going to have some solid sex. And that was all you needed to head to the bathroom and lean on the shower door.

"Alright."

Jinyoung laughed and looked to where he heard your voice "So is this official?"

"Yes." you sighed, almost like he pushed you into doing it. Which he did. In his own way. "It is a bet. If you won't make me cum without touching my clit-"

"But I can be inside." he demanded

"Of course, that's not the point. Apart from touching my clit you can do whateve-"

"Careful with your words," he smirked.

"You can do almost whatever might help you make me cum." you finished strongly.

The water stopped. A muscular torso appeared next to your face and with it Jinyoung's fresh scent combined with the soap.

He looked at you, satisfaction written all over his face and dried his hair like nothing happened. Continuing to your bedroom he put the towel down and raised his voice as if he was looking for you "Are you coming?"

You walked to the room like if you were about to do a job interview, even your stomach was slightly squirming with excitement and partly with nervousness.

Jinyoung was busy adjusting the light and pulling down the curtains.

"So," his voice was low and muted, intimidating.

"I don't know what game are you playing...you simply cannot win this." you laughed and started to unbutton your shirt.

"Ah-," he stopped you before pointing at your hands – you were obviously stealing his job "Don't." his eyes found yours and he tilted his head a bit "But do repeat what you just said. C'mon."

You laughed as he got near you and slowly touched your arm with index finger sending a shiver down your spine "I said you won't make me cum."

"That's it." he whispered to himself.

You felt his body behind you, heard his breath, your hair swinging in its rhythm. By stopping you from undressing yourself he was showing you who’s in charge. You wanted to stay strong, not willing to submit to his methods you knew all too well. Something in Jinyoung’s demeanour changed, he’s going to outperform himself today you were sure of it. He's going to come up with something new, trying out stuff he always wanted to but never did. And most importantly - he’s going to take advantage of this.

His fingers moved inch by inch up to meet the inner elbow and to the hips.

"Say it again." he muttered through gritted teeth, daring you. As if searching for reasons to punish you. His warm hand roughly pushed the shirt fabric aside, forcing its way between the buttons by stealth.

"I said you can't make me cum." you said clearly, but it was undermined by the breathless gasp that escaped your mouth unwillingly. At that very moment, his hand undid the buttons and your shirt landed next to your ankles like snake's skin.

Despite the intensity he barely touched you yet.

His arm rested on your shoulder and with tips of his fingers he drew over your chest up to the collar bone. His face was so close to your ear you heard every breath and even movements of his tongue in his mouth.

The goosebumps raised across your skin excited him so much, but he kept his head clear. He knew exactly what to focus on. Having a mental list of your erogenous zones he needed to use, and saving few new ones to try out. He dug his face in your hair and kissed you below your ear. Your body reacted faster than you wanted. You crumbled into him as if he pushed some button, your knees bending a bit. But he didn't want it to be this fast.

He bit your earlobe in warning.

Surprised by his nip, your hand went up for revenge but his was quicker, smacking yours away like annoying insect.

Sliding his palms down to your panties he slowly pulled down. You felt a sudden gust of coldness as he kneeled down and your back were left unprotected. His heart started to beat faster as your panties revealed your bum. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips on your left butt cheek. It took you by surprise – he never was this gentle. Still only with the tips of his fingers on your sides, he got up. Parting your hair and putting them on one side he uncovered his most favorite part of your body – the nape of your neck.

He pushed you to the bed.

Enough of warming up.

"However bad it's going to be..." his voice was dark, wild and almost aggressive because of the long silence "Rule is- you can't touch your clit either." he said locking eyes with you.

"It's either me making you cum," he continued and leaned on his elbows above you, only inches above your face, "or nothing." you opened your mouth to kiss back, but he pulled away. Pressing lips on your neck and going down, between your breasts, your belly.

You felt yourself getting wett, heat pooling in anticipation.

The thing is - it was usually never this slow - Jinyoung was more of a rough, fierce sex type. He didn't need any time to prep and wasn't really a fan of foreplay. Lube was always there to fix everything.

But now- he was careful, sensual, paying attention to details - dancing with his fingers on the inner side of your knee. You almost forgot this place was so sensitive. He harmonized the feeling with his lips on your thigh, temptingly close to the clit.

Closing your eyes you didn't watch what he's doing - just bathed yourself in the feelings.

He was already almost rock hard, given the sight of you closing your eyes with pleasure. He had to focus on the edge of his limits. It was so tempting to imprison you in his arms, to thrust into you, deeply and fully.

But a bet is a bet, and he had his plan.

You felt like you were ready for him, so much so you unknowingly spread apart more. His hand moved your leg up to rest on his hips, facing you again. Still not opening your eyes, you turned your head a bit to make him space for more neck kisses.

As his hands pulled yours up above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours.

Jinyoung left the best for last – he finally pressed his body fully on you, and inch by inch dived in you. You heard him smirk as he found it amusing how easily he could slide in as you were already so wet and open for him.

He moved slowly. Not just because he knew it’s stimulating, but because he focused on your nipples. He knew you were sensitive, and it helped him on many occasions to make you cum. Kissing, licking and carefully biting them he took you on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your fingers found his hair and you wanted to pull it, to participate somehow. But he was the leader here and immediately put your hands back in place – above your head.

It was all so good.

His breath so close to your neck, the heat from his body. The precision he moved with, how much attention he paid to you. How he held your jaw like he needed it to breathe.

But something was missing, the tension just kept cumulating and piling up, peak nowhere in near sight. You could even feel yourself stretching your arm up, as if to grab the orgasm that was just inches away.

But apparently your other hand headed down again because Jinyoung smacked it angrily "Don't even try it." thrusting in over and over.

"Fuck the bet, I want-"

"Rules!" he hissed as his movements quickened. Placing hand on the concave of your neck and shoulders, he squeezed a bit as a warning.

You bit your lip in frustration and pleasure. He bend down and kissed your jaw, following with his mouth parting yours, being dominant even now. Leaving you only to wait for his next move. Pulse racing, he repeatedly broke the kiss to look at you, to burn this exact picture of you into his mind.

Feeling him inside, holding your hand up, your breasts on his chest... everything felt like a flash of a fire, but the flame didn't appear. You almost fell his heart beating in your own veins.

He was close, so close.

Face next to yours, his lips found the spot below your ear again, biting the earlobe.

Breathing faster you knew it was coming.

Was he right? Can he do that? C'mon just a bit more- it's so close.

But he suddenly stopped moving, head buried in your hair heavily breathing. You tried to keep up with the wave of pleasure that was inside of you, waiting to be released, you tried so hard to slide it on your own. But it was gone. He was gone, leaving you in the water searching for a way out.

As he rolled down from you letting you alone with the helplessness and frustration he propped on one hand and looked at you "You were right." he caught his breath and put away lock of hair from your neck.

"You did it on purpose! You knew I was close!" you cried out loudly, hands rubbing your face.

"Yes." he admitted, glad you revealed the truth.

Looking directly at you like a teacher wanting his answer he asked "Lesson?"

After the minute of silence you gave to spite him, you felt a quick, light smack on your thigh. "Never. Try me out again."

[mrs-gucci]

Glad I Caught You {blacksmith!Clyde Logan x Reader} [blurb]

anonymous:

Blacksmith Clyde + a chance encounter + passionate kisses 😘

author’s notes: hello, hello! this is my first sunday funday request for event #2, thank you tons for submitting!! <3 requests are open all day long today, so please keep them coming in! here’s the details/guidelines post for this week’s sunday funday event. please read before sending anything in, thank you kindly :)

warnings: fluff. meet-cute. making out.

no tw’s :)

word count: a touch over 1k

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You slip the kerchief up over your nose, masking your identity to the village. Your father is a powerful nobleman, but widely despised by the public due to his controversial politics. Thus, you’re a prime target for kidnappings or ransom deals, which is why each time you sneak out, you must cover yourself in order to keep safe.

Anna steps up behind you and drapes the heavy winter’s cloak over your shoulders, pulling the hood up over your tightly braided hair.

“Milady, I know you will not heed my advice, but I shall say it nonetheless. Going into the village is reckless and you put yourself at great risk. I implore that you take a guardsman with you for protection in case something happens.”

The corners of your eyes scrunch up as you offer your lady in waiting a smile.

“Anna, you know I love you dearly, but I insist that you worry too much. I shall be fine, and you forget that I’m trained in knife-wielding.” You pull up your dress enough to show your ankle, where a small blade sits sheathed in a leather case. “I never leave the castle without it. I promise, I will be alright.”

“Still so stubborn, just like when you were as a girl.” She shakes her head with a soft chuckle.

Your arms wrap around her in an embrace and she gives you a kiss on the cheek before pulling away. You nod before you sneak down the corridors of the palace, making your way down to the stables.

Per your request to your trusted groom, your horse sports his inconspicuous village tack as he happily munches on fodder in his stall. You mount and ride off towards the village before anyone can catch sight of you or attempt to foil your plans. 

The sun is out today, a rarity for this time of year. It reflects brightly off yesterday’s freshly fallen snow and your eyes squint as you guide your horse down the path.

He knickers softly when you reach the open gates, slowing his gait to a slow jog as you make your way through the seas of villagers in the marketplace. A vacant post presents itself just inside the gates and you dismount, tying him up and pulling the apple from your pocket. He’s appreciative of this gesture, quickly taking a large bite from the fruit.

You smile, giving him a few neck scratches before heading off down the cobblestone street. An array of farm animals run amuck, usually followed by their owners or the merchants trying to fetch them. The pungent stench of both human and animal waste clouds the air surrounding the market, only reprieved by the occasional overpowering scent of iron forging. 

With your cloak, it’s quite difficult to see out of the corners of your eyes. Usually, it doesn’t present issues, but today’s marketplace is much more crowded than usual...

You’re suddenly knocked by the rear end of a horse, causing you to fall backwards. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you tumble towards the cobblestone, but a large, strong hand grips your wrist and saves you from colliding with the ground.

His hands are dirtied, but you don’t mind at all, simply grateful for his heroic act. He pulls you up and your hood falls down, which causes a panic to flare within you. You scramble to pull it up immediately, clearing your throat before looking up at your savior, who shows clear recognition in his eyes. Oh gods, he knows.

“Thank you very much, kind sir.” Your eyes roam over his face, his insanely handsome face. You can feel your cheeks begin to warm.

He nods with a small smile, cheeks reddening a bit. “’s no problem at all, miss. Sorry ‘bout the horse knockin’ ya, he really don’t like his hooves bein’ done.”

“Yes, clearly so.” You laugh softly, biting your lip. As you look around, you can see that more than a few sets of eyes have fallen to you, and anxiety begins to grip you.

“C’mere milady, I’ll take ya in my workshop ‘till things cool down.” He whispers, taking your hand.

You’re grateful for his kindness and you quickly follow him inside. He tells his apprentice to take over duties while he stays in here with you. The two of you sit on stools by the crackling fireplace.

“Yer more than welcome to, um, take yer coverin’ off. No one’s gon’ see ye in here. I understand if ye don’t want to, just thought I’d offer since that thing don’t look all too comfortable.”

You really shouldn’t...

You flip your hood down and pull down the covering, exposing your entire face to the kind stranger. You offer him a smile.

“Thank you, again. I’m greatly in your debt, mister...?”

“Clyde.” He fills in the gap. “And ya don’t owe me anythin’, milady. Jus’ doin’ ma job as a citizen.”

A rush of bravery comes over you and you stand, walking over to stand in front of him. Your eyes dart to the floor before looking back up at him, chewing your lip before stepping up in between his naturally spread legs.

“Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing I can do to thank you, Clyde?”

Clyde swallows harshly, jaw clenching as you lean in a bit. His eyes dart between your gaze and your lips. Instinctively, he leans in too.

“Y-Ya really don’t...”

His lips suddenly crash against yours, hand reaching out for your hip as he stands up. He towers over you, lips dancing with yours. 

You’re surprised at his sudden boldness, but you’re certainly not complaining, matching his enthusiasm. His large hands come to cradle your cheeks, but he quickly pulls away, cringing.

“Oh ma...’m sorry, I forgot I had dirt on ‘em...here, lemme get a--”

You pull him back down and effectively interrupt his offer. He smiles against your lips, licking into your mouth just as he had before. The two of you kiss and kiss, hands cautiously exploring each other’s bodies until you’re pulled apart by Clyde’s apprentice.

He blushes and the tips of his ears are bright red, biting his lip after pulling away. You smile, keeping your hands on his chest.

“Thank you, Clyde.”

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[event #2 AU: medieval] send me a character (one that I write for), a setting, and 3-5 “plot” words, and I’ll write a drabble, blurb, or oneshot for you!

[arvandus]

#3 sero fluff for the drabbles, please. congratulations on 500! 💛 - sailorsero

Thank you for the request! I’ve never written Sero before, so I hope I did him justice!  This scene was super fun to write! This one clocks in at 771 words.  WHAT’S THAT??? I WROTE SOMETHING BELOW 1K?!?! *shocked*. Maybe there’s hope for me yet... _______________________________________________________

Prompt #3: “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” 

“Baaaaaabbeee~” The sound of Sero’s voice carried through the apartment to where you sat at the dining room table.

“I’m almost done!” you replied.  “I told you I have to finish my homework first!”

You heard a sigh from the living room couch where your boyfriend sat.  Tonight was supposed to be movie night for the two of you, but college coursework didn’t care one iota about your personal life.

Sero left you in peace for a moment, and you could hear him munching on the popcorn.  

“You better not eat all of that…” you warned.  “That was our last pack.”

The crunching stopped and you heard the hard clink of the bowl being set down on the coffee table. You gave a soft chuckle.

Only a few more questions to answer… Minutes passed as your fingers rushed across the keys of your keyboard, eager to leave this cursed assignment in the past.

*Clickity clack.*

Suddenly, out of your peripheral, a white strip of tape attached itself to the table where you sat. A small sad face was doodled on the end of it, lonely and accusatory.  You rolled your eyes.

“Sero…” you scolded and removed the tape.

The tape retracted, disappearing from view.  You heard the distinct sound of a tear and crumpling.

*Clickity clack clack.* 

A swish sound brought another strip of tape, once again attaching to the table.

I miss you. ):

You failed to suppress a grin and removed it.  You tried to sound serious.  “Not helping, Sero…”

The tape retracted again. You waited a moment, suspicious that he’d try again.  But nothing happened.  When you glanced back at him, he was looking down at his lap on the couch, likely on his phone.  You sighed and returned to finish typing the last paragraph.

Not long after you finished the last sentence, another strip of tape appeared, this time attaching itself to your computer screen.

I have a precious love

Who means everything to me

But school has taken them away

And now I’m feeling lonely. 

If only I could save them

From the work that drains their soul

Then I could wrap my arms around them

And enjoy the show.

A warm chuckle bubbled from your chest. You tore off the small poem and stuck it to the cover of your laptop for safekeeping.

“I’m almost done.” You replied. “I just have to proofread it.”

The tape retracted again, followed by the sound of a heavy, lamenting sigh followed by a few more crunches of popcorn.

A few minutes later, after rereading your work, you clicked the submit button.

“Done!” you announced happily.

You stood up but before you could even turn to walk over to him, Sero’s tape wrapped around you.

“DON’T YOU DARE-” you started, your body instantly tensing in anticipation.

It was too late.  You felt your heart leave your throat as he expertly yanked you over to him and caught you in his lap before smothering you with kisses.

“Agh!” you groaned, as you struggled against his bindings.  “I hate it when you do that!” 

He only wrapped his arms around you tighter and continued to pepper you in affection.

You gave a sound of disgust. “You smell like popcorn!” you accused.

“It’s so I can butter you up, babe.” He replied, chuckling at his own corny joke.

You tried to stifle your laugh as you struggled against him.  “Let me go!” you demanded.

“Love me!” he begged, as he planted more kisses on your cheeks, your lips.

You turned your head away in mock anger.  “No!”

“Then I’ll just have to keep kissing you until you change your mind…” Sero grinned, as he moved his mouth to your neck.

You gasped as goosebumps spread across your skin. “That’s cheating!”

“It’s not cheating if it works.” He replied.

“Sero…” you growled.

He huffed.  “Okay, okay, fine.”

With you still sitting on his lap, he tore the tape that he’d wrapped around you and pulled it off, before adding it to the already growing pile on the floor.  You stared at the mess, before giving him a deadpan look. 

“You’re an idiot.” You stated.

He smiled and gave a gentler kiss on your pouting lips, warm and tender.  “But you love me.”

You couldn’t help but smile and kiss him back.  “I do.”

[megumisbimbo]

- One -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

sunflower - vampire weekend

turn back time - wayv

humble - kendrick lamar

look at me! - xxxtentacion

———— sunflower - vampire weekend ————

It was a normal school day. You sat through each of your classes bored out of your mind. If only something interesting would happen, maybe then you’d enjoy your day. Classes felt longer than usual and all you could think about was getting to the occult club and opening whatever Itadori found last night.

Classes had finally finished. You raced to the other end of the school and walked into the club room and greeted your two classmates.

“Where’s Itadori? Shouldn’t he be here with the thing he found yesterday?”

“We thought it would be cooler if we broke into the school late at night and opened it then!” Sasaki says with a bright sinister smile. Iguchi sat next to her and nodded his head in agreement.

Just then, Itadori walked into the room with a bright smile and greeted you three.

“(y/n)-senpai here’s the thing I found yesterday. Sasaki-senpai said to give it to you so you guys can open it tonight. I’m not gonna be able to make it.”

“No worries Itadori, we’ll make sure to take pictures when nothing shows up.” You say glancing at Sasaki.

You had always been skeptical when it came to ghosts and monsters. Iguchi and Sasaki were your best friends so they always ended up dragging you on their haunted adventures. Itadori was the newbie first year who recently joined. He was happy to take the pair on their ghostly escapades when you weren’t available.

Sasaki ruffled through her bag and pulled out the ouija board you four regularly played with. Itadori turned to you and asked if you were ready to call on the spirit of the day. After asking your fellow club members, he called upon them.

“Spirits! Spirits! Please reveal an animal that the school council president is weaker than!” Itadori said giggling slightly.

You watched as the small coin shaped object wiggled underneath your finger.

Ku

Ri

O

Ne

“A sea angel?!?” Itadori roared.

Your giggles were interrupted by the door suddenly sliding open revealing the sea angel himself.

“OCCULT RESEARCH CLUB!” The council president yelled, startling you.

“Your club did not submit an activities report! We don’t have room in this school for such irresponsibility!” He yelled, anger dousing his tone.

He explained that the club was going to be used as a changing room starting today and your club was to find somewhere else to play.

“I wouldn’t mess with our members council president.” Itadori said smirking at you and your friends. Sasaki slams a book onto the table and pushes her glasses up onto her nose.

“Here’s your proof council president! As you know, our rugby field has been closed off. The students who used it started getting sick and some were even hospitalized. Don’t you think that’s strange? I mean we’re talking about tough rugby players here. WELL. Just before the players began getting sick, they stated that they heard strange noises and voices on the field.”

You stand up and flip through the book that had rested under Sasaki’s hand.

“That’s where this newspaper article comes in.” You say showing the president an old newspaper clipping from many years ago.

“Mr. Yoshida, a construction man, went missing and he was last seen here at this school during construction.”

Sasaki interrupted, finishing the riveting story you four had discovered.

“Which means. Mr. Yoshida’s body is buried in the rugby field and the sickness was caused by the lingering spirit!” Sasaki said with stars in her eyes. Itadori and Iguchi stood on either side of you two giving jazz hands for dramatic effect. The council president looks at you four with a blank stare, dumbfounded at the ridiculous story.

“No...” He started.

“They were caused by ticks.”

You felt Sasaki wilt beside you while Itadori argued with the council president, explaining that either way this was club activity. The council president interjected and rudely pointed out the fact that neither you nor Itadori were registered with the occult club, leaving the club with too few members.

“Itadori, (y/n)... I thought you said you put your names down.” Sasaki said with an evil glare plastered on her face.

“Sorry Sasaki... I lost the paper ehehe...” You said, staring down at your feet with regret and a bit of fear hidden behind your eyes.

“I did put down the occult club senpai! I swear!” Itadori announced.

“Then who changed it?”

“I DID.” A voice barked, alarming all the students present.

“Coach Takagi?!” You all yelled in unison.

“Itadori, we need your speed and strength on the track and field team.”

“I ALREADY SAID I WASN’T JOINING!” Itadori wailed, hoping the coach would get the hint.

“No can do. However I’m a fair man so I will let you go if you beat me in a fair fight.”

“You’re on!”

You all ran down to the track to see Itadori battle it out with the coach.

“You think he’ll win?” You say skeptical of Itadori’s strength.

“I’ve heard he won the Ninja Warrior contest and he’s the incarnation of Mirko Cro Cop!” Iguchi explained.

“But he’s not dead...”

You watched as Itadori threw the heavy ball the same way a pitcher would. It whizzed through the air landing at about 30 meters from where he started, demolishing the Coach’s record of 14 meters.

“He’s like a gorilla.” Sasaki says behind you.

Itadori then walked up to the three of you and you congratulated him on his impressive upper arm strength.

“You know you don’t have to stay in this club Itadori.” Sasaki said.

“Thanks Senpai, but as much as you guys love haunted places, you wouldn’t go if (y/n) or I didn’t go with you.”

“Being scared is what makes it fun.” Sasaki says, laughing nervously.

Itadori checks his watch and realizes that it was time for him to leave. He speeds down the stairs and out the gates of the school, dust collecting behind him from how fast he was going. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tall, handsome ravenette. You stare at him a little and hear him call out to Itadori trying to stop him. Do they know each other? Maybe he’s a first year too. “I’ve never seen him. He seems interesting, and cute.” You think to yourself. He notices your stare and sharply turns away giving off an egotistical aura. You break your gaze and scoff. “Interesting, cute...and cocky.”

————— turn back time - wayv —————

The room was dark, lit only by the light of a single candle resting on the table that Sasaki, Iguchi and you sat around. You handed Sasaki the wrapped object and she began fiddling with the stained paper. There were weird symbols on the paper, it kind of looked like a talisman.

“This is creepy, I’m gonna turn a light on.” Iguchi said timidly.

“No no we need to keep the ambience.”

Sasaki finally gripped on to a corner of the paper and began unraveling. The unraveled paper revealed a dark crimson finger.

“Is it real?” Sasaki asks.

“Probably not. Someone must have put it there as a joke.” You say, the skeptical side of you hiding the real fear you felt.

Suddenly the room shook and the candle went out. You were frozen with fear. In all the times you’d gone out to haunted places, you’ve never caught anything, but this time felt different. A faint screeching noise startled you three. Slowly you looked up and noticed a giant monster coming straight for you. You grabbed Sasaki’s hand, the finger stuffed into her pocket, and ran for dear life, Iguchi trailing closely behind. You hear the wall of the club room burst, and glancing behind you a huge creature was seen, hot on your trail. Iguchi turns a corner separating himself from you and Sasaki. You pull her behind a wall and sit with your hand pressed firmly against her mouth. You wait there for what feels like hours. Iguchi walks toward you ever so slowly.

“Iguchi! Thank goodness!” Sasaki says naively.

As he walks closer to you two, you notice the small monster that has latched onto his face. Your heart drops.

“H-el-p m-e..”

Iguchi’s voice rang through the hall alerting the creature that followed you and Sasaki. Almost instantly, the monster picked you, Sasaki, and Iguchi up. You felt the monster feel you all over, as if it was searching for something. Your mind starts going blank. Thoughts of your childhood, your family, the memories you made at school, flood your head. Thick, hot tears stream down your face. You faintly hear the voice of a person yelling. Your vision faded and soon you blacked out completely.

Megumi pov:

————— humble - kendrick lamar —————

Running down the halls I find one of the curses that Sukuna’s finger attracted.

“Out of my way! Divine dogs! You can eat it.”

The curses were getting closer together.

The finger was close.

I turn the corner and find Itadori’s friends. The curse is trying to eat them and the finger?!

Wait.

I recognize one of them. The one that was staring at me on the field.

“I’m not gonna make it!”

A loud crash echoes through the hallway. The window was smashed by someone.

Itadori?!

I watch in shock as he scoops up his friends. The one I’d seen before suddenly falls from his grasp. I run over and catch them in my arms. My heart beats faster.

What was this feeling?

I hold them close to my chest as my divine dogs run over and eat the curse.

“Normally I’d be pissed.. but good job.”

“Oh thanks, but what are those munching on the curse?” Itadori asks.

“Those? You can see them? They’re my shikigami. Normally you can’t see curses, unless you’re facing your death or in special places like this.”

Itadori stands and Sukuna’s finger drops from the girl’s pocket into his hand.

“This what your looking for?” Itadori asks.

I drop the feet of the unconscious person, still holding them upright. I reach my hand out to grab the cursed object. Itadori reaches out to take his senpai from my arms. A loud gurgling comes from the ceiling, startling me.

“RUN!”

I cling tightly to sleeping body and protect it from the curse as I try to call for Nue. The curse picks me up and throws us both against the wall, waking them up slightly. The curse gets ahold of us once again and blows the whole side of the school out, exposing us to the cold night air.

(y/n) pov:

You wake up with a pounding headache. You feel two arms around your waist and the cold night air blowing on your face. Were you flying? You look up and see a different monster heading your way.

“Hang on!” A voice calls behind you.

You turn slightly and see the same black haired boy from this morning. Why was he holding you? And why were you flying through the air? Where is Iguchi and Sasaki?

Slipping from the boy’s grip, you land on the hard concrete behind him. He glances over to you, checking to see if you survived the landing. You looked at him with big tear filled eyes. He struggled to put his hands together to form a bird shadow puppet. What is he doing?

“Damn I can’t focus.” He says, frustration written in his defined features.

Itadori flies through the air and whacks the monster on what looks like the head.

“Are you guys ok?!” He screams aiming his worry at you.

“I thought I told you to run.” The boy asks with a harsh tone.

“No can do, You were in trouble and you still had (y/n) in your arms.”

He jumps back onto the monster and starts beating it ruthlessly.

“Stop! You can’t defeat it without cursed energy!” The boy says.

Itadori doesn’t stop fighting it. The monster grabs him tightly and pushes him closer to his mouth.

“Itadori!!” You scream, heart beating out of your chest.

“Then all I need is cursed energy right Fushiguro?!”

He throws the crimson finger into the air and swallows it in one swift motion. Your jaw drops as the black haired boy, who Itadori referred to as Fushiguro, screamed at him. Fushiguro turns to you and, noticing your shock, runs over. He uses his entire body as a shield over you while his eyes are locked on Itadori’s changing body. Your eyes peek over his shoulder giving you a clear view of Itadori. Dark tattoo like marks form on Itadori’s tan skin. He looked like himself, but different. His nails grow long and sharp. He turns to the monster and swipes his hand upward, causing it to disintegrate. Itadori, or what looks like Itadori, turns back to you and Fushiguro with burning scarlet eyes.

————— look at me! - xxxtentacion —————

“Finally! A cursed spirit’s flesh is no fun! What a wonderful age it has become, women and children crawling around like maggots! It’ll be a massacre!”

His voice is deep and there is no trace of Itadori in his tone. Your breathing is heavy against Fushiguro’s neck. His arms are wrapped protectively around you as you’re both crouched down on the floor. The strange man’s eyes lock onto you.

“You don’t look like a sorcerer, maybe i’ll kill you first!” He says laughing maniacally.

Fushiguro’s grip tightens out of anger, squeezing so tight it hurts. A familiar voice exited the tattooed man’s body.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.”

The soft, sweet voice of your kohai calms your nerves ever so slightly.

He’s still there.

Fushiguro lets go of you and stands in front of Itadori.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human. Under jujutsu regulations, I will exorcise you as a curse, Itadori Yuuji!”

tags: @xreemie @noyakura

big thank you to @noyakura for the banner :’)) ily

[flooffybits]

With A Kiss

Idol: Park Chaeyoung (Blackpink)

Note: h/c = hair color

e/c = eye color

Meeting you on the first day of the second year was not something Chaeyoung expected to happen when she arrived, back, at Hogwarts. It wasn’t exactly ideal either since she was trying to get to class without being late, knowing that the professor was scary as hell due to her past experience with him.

But when she rounded the corner that was in the direction of said class, she was not prepared for a body to be there so she had practically tackled you to the ground.

You would expect that to be bad, but the worst part was that, when you both fell, Chaeyoung’s lips had landed on yours, causing the two of you to freeze in shock.

“Park! L/n! You should be in class, not being handsy in the corridor!” A professor had called the two of you, and that ripped you both away from each other, you shoving the girl away and then scrambling to your feet with both your faces beet red.

That had earned you both detention and Chaeyoung was so ashamed for what she did, especially when she saw how flustered her actions have made you. You didn’t even look her in the eyes and just ran to your own class, making the girl mentally curse at herself while she headed to her class.

Her friends laugh at her when she tells them why she was late and she had to bury her face into her hands, embarrassed with the whole predicament.

“Wow, I didn’t think you could move that fast.” Lisa teased her when they headed to the Great Hall and the latter groaned. “Can we please not talk about it?” She whined while shoving the latter. “But Chaeng, you literally swept a girl off her feet and kissed her.” Jisoo laughed alongside Lisa when they walked to their table and took their usual places.

“What house is she in, again?” Jennie asked curiously and Chaeyoung was thankful that she wasn’t teasing her like the other two were. “She’s a Hufflepuff.” She replies when she starts to fill her plate. “What’s her name?” Lisa asked excitedly and Chaeyoung had to roll her eyes at her friend’s hyper energy. “I don’t know. I just know her last name.”

She wasn’t really able to ask for it because you were both late, and she doesn’t think that you would just give your name to someone who tackled you to the floor and kissed you.

“Is she here, then?” Her best friend asked again, looking over to the other table, her eyes jumping from one person to another and Chaeyoung huffed as she looked to see if she could point you out just so her friend would stop pestering her.

When she did find you talking to some of your friends, she was able to see you a bit better compared to earlier. Of course, she wasn’t a hundred percent sure, she nodded her head in your direction. “Over there, the one with the h/c haired, talking to Seulgi.” She tells them and all three are taking a peek.

Of course, Jennie was just as curious as to who the poor girl her friend had knocked over, but she wasn’t as bad as Jisoo and Lisa.

“Oh, she’s cute.” Jennie commented. “Yeah! Pretty e/c eyes, too.” Jisoo wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Chaeyoung squint as she shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth. “You should ask her out then, if it goes well, kiss her properly.” Lisa suggested, making the other’s eyes widen in surprise, nearly choking on her food.

“Are you crazy?” She hissed, throwing a crumpled up napkin at the blonde. “I’m just saying! She could be really nice and maybe she liked the kiss.” Lisa reasoned, but it wasn’t helping the blush that crept up Chaeyoung’s cheeks.

“We aren’t talking about this.”

“What? Your nonexistent love life?”

“Oh, shut up.”

..

The next time Chaeyoung sees you is during detention and she learns your name when the professor addressed the two of you. You’re both the only students in the classroom with your teacher looking over the homework that was submitted from her earlier class.

Now that you were closer, she was able to see your face clearly, and she hates how Jisoo was right about your eyes being pretty.

The thought caused her own to widen and she ducked her head, shaking it as she tried to fight of her blush. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? She was a Gryffindor for Merlin’s sake!

“Hey!” Before you could part ways after detention, Chaeyoung caught up to you, a sheepish look on her face while she rocked on the balls of her feet.

“I know that you didn’t want to be here and that I... uh, accidentally bumped into you.” She notices the tint on your cheeks at the mention of that morning, but clears her throat before trying to smile.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen, I was just in a hurry for my class.” She ended and you nod your head in understanding, though still a bit awkward. “That’s okay.” You try to laugh as you both start walking down the empty halls. “Knowing that you didn’t intentionally tackle me into a kiss, there’s no bad feelings.”

That made her feel a bit better and a smile bloomed on her face. “Wait, really?” She asks and you shoot her a smile while nodding your head. “Really. But, I think we both need to go unless we want to be stuck in detention again.” You joked and she laughed while nodding in agreement. “That’s fair.”

“Goodnight, Rosé.” You called out as you finally separated ways and she stared after you, waving her hand even when your back was already facing her. “Goodnight.”

..

“Good morning.” Chaeyoung greets you when your houses have one of their shared classes together. You flashed her a smile when she sits next to you, her friends sitting to her other side and giggling when their friend’s attention stays on you.

It came as a surprise when she walked up to you the day after detention, but the girl claimed that she wanted to make it up to you somehow, spending the rest of the afternoon with you and just getting to know each other.

Everything after that just came naturally, and now her friends were yours, too, and vice versa.

“What’s got you all smiley?” You ask her when you picked up your quill and notebook. Chaeyoung hummed lightly, resting her chin against the palm of her hand while she tapped her finger against her cheek. “Well, the girls wanted to stay at the library to study, but I don’t want to.” She had that cheeky smile whenever she came up with something and you knew just where she was heading.

“Since I have other friends, I was thinking I could tag along with you.”

Of course, she did. As soon as you and Chaeyoung became friends, she would always come to you, if not the other three. And being honest, you didn’t mind having the Gryffindor around you, either.So, in the end, you were laying side by side in your bed and just munching on the few snacks she sneaked into your room.“Have you ever wondered what it would be like if muggles knew about us?” She suddenly asked you, making you blink in confusion as you looked up at the ceiling. “Why the sudden question?” You ask back and she shrugs. “Just a random thought. I know that they knew about us, before, but now I wonder if it’s going to be the same.”

“You’ve been very critical with a lot of things, lately.” You note, taking a glance at your friend. “Something bothering you?” She stays quiet for a while, her eyes closing as she hums and then her eyes are open and looking back at you.

“I’m just tired of all the division. Even in our own school, people have their own cliques and stereotype each other.”

You were surprised by her sudden rant, but it was something you welcomed. She always had these sudden thoughts and you would always be there to listen. It could be from the most silly things to serious topics, like this one.

It took you a while to answer, but when you did, your tone was soft, not wanting to look as though you were brushing her feelings off when it was clear she was displeased.

“I think more people just need to be open minded and welcoming with regards to change.” You kept looking at the ceiling while exhaling. “It can start with the people now, or later. It’s just a matter of acceptance and understanding.”

Chaeyoung juts out her lower lip, knowing that you were right, but she just hoped that there was an answer for it, right now.

The subject eventually changes to a lighter one until it was time for her to meet the other girls. You accompanied her to the library and smiled while she let go of your hand. "I'll see you later, yeah?" She asks and you smile lightly while shaking your head.

"Of course, Rosé." Happily, she gives you a peck on the cheek. “I told you, it’s Chaeyoung.” She giggles and waves before she was running off to find her other three friends. You stood there, a bit surprised, but smiled and then walked off with a slight skip in your step and humming a random tune that popped into your head.

..

Entering Hogwarts for your fifth year, you were quick with navigating your friends when you entered the Great Hall and greeting them enthusiastically, hugging each other as though you’ve been gone for years.

“What? No hug for me?” The voice called out from behind you and your smile widened even more, if that was possible, when you saw Chaeyoung, arms open and an expectant look on her face.

Her hair was, now, a cherry blonde and she was much taller compared to when you had first met. Chaeyoung had matured over the years and various students have walked up to her in hopes of swaying her, but she had always been so polite and declined them.

Of course, the same could be said for you, though the confessions weren’t as many, there were still a few that would slip you letters and gifts when you weren’t looking. Your friend group grew, as well, due to your kindhearted nature, but you still had Chaeyoung by your side.

“God, I missed you! I thought I was going to go mad when I spent vacation away from you.” She said whilst squeezing you and you laughed as you rocked her from side to side.

“Don’t go all cheesy on me, now.” You laughed while pulling away to look at her face, and she has that same dazzling smile that could light up the whole room. “Then, I wouldn’t be your Chaeyoung.” She shoots back and you roll your eyes at her antics.

“No need to be so cute in front of us. That’s not cool.” Lisa cut in from behind you. Looking at them, Jennie smiled at you with a wave while Lisa skipped over and squeezed herself between you and your best friend. Jisoo laughed at the faces you made before she decided to join in, hugging you tight.

“You should have visited us! We all could have had fun for vacation!” She stated but winced when she felt the pinch to her side and judging by the way Chaeyoung looked at her, she knew her culprit right away.

Your best friend then proceeded to smile at you whilst Jennie broke up the little hug. “Come on.” She laughed. “You’re making a scene.” The brunette gestured to the various people looking at the five of you. Mostly, the lower years were looking, really, because those who did know you were aware on how close the five of you have been, despite you being from a different house.

Add to the fact that you and Chaeyoung constantly being next to one another, they’ve gotten used to seeing you nearby when they see the other.

“Hey, do you think we can hangout, later? Just the two of us?” The girl suddenly tells you and you smiled at her while nodding. “Of course.” The other three were smiling as well, seemingly aware of what their fellow Gryffindor was planning, but before she could go further, you all had to take your seats for the start of the head master’s speech.

“I’ll fetch you, after.” Chaeyoung pressed a kiss to your cheek, like usual, and then left with your friends.

Jennie was grinning at the blonde, excitement clear on their faces. “Are you going to do it?” She asked and the latter blushed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, we did plan on it throughout the vacation. Why wouldn’t I?”

“That’s the spirit.” Jisoo patted her back. “I’m so excited to see the look on Y/n’s face when you tell her.” Lisa wiggled in her seat to emphasize her words. They had been trying to get her to confess ever since the fourth year, but for some reason, whenever she planned to tell you, she would back out.

..

After being welcomed back and finishing your meals, Chaeyoung had hurried to you so she could take you to her room, smiling at a few people as you passed by and greeting at some of the friends you were not able to see earlier.

“What’s this about, that you had to drag me all the way to your room instead of being around the girls?” You laughed when you sat on her bed, bouncing slightly while the other girl watched you with a fond smile.

She was nervous, so to say. She’s seen various people ask you, some you were even clueless to their advances, and she wonders why you haven’t accepted a single one. Were you not looking for a relationship? Or were you just not ready for it?

Snapping out of her thoughts, she chased them away before they decided to pull her courage back, and smiled at you. “It’s just... something really private and I hope you don’t laugh at me.” She answers in a small voice, garnering your attention as you looked to your usually confident best friend.

She was back to the shy girl that spoke to you during detention.

“You can tell me.” You say with a soft smile and she sucks in a deep breath, nodding her head. “I know, but... swear you won’t laugh or that you’ll get upset with me.” She tells you and you furrow your brows together, slowly nodding. “You’re not gonna tell me you murdered someone, are you?” You try to keep things lighthearted, but she’s too serious, and you can see it very clearly.

Chaeyoung stares at you for a moment before she breathes out, voice gentle and even. “I really, really like you.”

When the words fall from her lips, no sound comes after and Chaeyoung could feel her heart crashing repeatedly against her rib cage. She tried to understand the expression you wore on your face, but she was panicking too much, and you weren't reacting to what she had said.

Had she just ruined the friendship she had built with you?

Just as she was about to apologize, you finally cracked, letting out a light laugh as you covered your face in embarrassment. "Oh my god, are you serious?" You asked while peeking through your fingers and she nods stiffly, unsure what to take from your reaction until you got up and approached her.

Her eyes shut tight as she braced herself for what you were about to possibly do, making your eyes roll and lightly hit her arm. “You have got to be one of the oddest Gryffindors I have ever met.” You teased and she huffs. But, before she can retort, you’re smiling and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I guess that’s what made me like you.”

A gasp fell from her lips and her eyes widened. “You, what?” She didn't know if she was hearing things or it was just her own wishful thinking.

But luckily for her, you had answered her unasked question by wrapping your arms around her and tucking your head under her chin. "You haven't exactly been the most subtle. I was just waiting for you to say something for the past year." You chuckled and the girl groaned, though reciprocating the hug as she buried her nose to your hair.

"You really chose to make it hard for me, didn't you?" She muttered, making you laugh as you pulled away, a happy look on your face as you pecked her cheek. "Well, I thought you were going to tell me, so I didn't bother."

"If you had told me sooner, I wouldn't have had to hear all the ridiculous ideas the girls have been telling me. Jisoo even suggested to give you Amortentia just so we could get it over with, but Lisa argued it wasn't romantic."

You gave her an odd look and she quickly raised her hand in defense. "I didn't agree with their ideas, I swear." She immediately tells you and you nod before finally pulling away from the taller girl, smiling as you did. "Well, how about we go and I hear from them what these ideas were. It sounds interesting considering that Amortentia was brought up."

..

"So, when do you plan on getting a dress?" Seulgi asked while wiggling her brows and your brows raise at her teasing tone. “Why should I tell you? You’re going to end up telling the others.” You stuck your tongue out and she gasped, feigning hurt with her hand to her chest. “Y/n, you wound me! I would never do such a thing.”

“You announced to, basically, the whole house that Chaeyoung and I got together.” You shot back and she cringed, pouting when she latched to your arm. “I said I was sorry!” She whined at you, making you laugh while patting the girl’s head. “I know, but it’s still fun to tease you.”

Yerim, another Gryffindor, just shook her head at the two of you, amusement swimming in her eyes. “It was a big deal for us, too. Who knew that Park Chaeyoung actually had the hots for Hufflepuff’s Y/n L/n.” She grinned. “It made sense why neither of you have ever dated anyone.” She added, Seulgi agreeing to her claim when she finally pulled back.

“Hey, I agreed to a date with Sehun during third year.” You defended and they both deadpan you. “That was one time and you barely said anything to him before you went back after an hour.” Your cheeks puffed as you crossed your arms.

“But, back to the topic, what are you wearing for the Yule Ball? I’m really curious.” Seulgi has been trying to get you to spill any details of what you would be wearing, but you just kept your mouth shut.

“Are we talking about the ball?” An arm wrapped around you before a kiss was dropped on top of your head, letting you know who it was in an instant.

Looking up, you smiled when Chaeyoung smiled to your friends. “Hey, sorry to cut in, but can I steal her for a bit?” She asks and Yerim waved her hand dismissively. “Take her, she’s useless, anyway.” She says playfully and you shoot her a glare.

“Yah!”

“Thanks!” Your girlfriend was already pulling you away, taking your things with you while you whined at her to slow down. “Chae, slow down. Not everyone is blessed with legs like yours!” You tell her and she laughs when she slows down her pace and allows you to catch up to her, hand still latched to yours.

When you were finally walking side by side, she then turned her head to give you a light peck on the lips. “Sorry about that. I missed you.” She pouts and you can’t help but coo at her adorable face. “You saw me three hours ago.”

“Is it a crime to miss my baby?”

Honestly, you could never get tired of her cute little gestures or that bright smile. Not even the, sometimes, ridiculous ideas she and her own group of friends come up with. One of your professors have been asked why trouble seemed to follow them, and you were always there to help them out of it.

“But, I just wanted to ask you something really important.” She turned serious again, and you’re so confused when she leads you to the Room of Requirement. After getting inside, you see the flowers spread everywhere then the candles floating in the air.

In awe, you look around the romantically lit room, smiling when you noticed the candles leading you to the center of the room, where an item gleamed under their light. “Rosé, what’s this?” You ask as you stop in front of the floating object, only to see that it was a puzzle-shaped locket.

Taking it in your hand, you quietly observed the delicately looking written letters with a smile before turning around. “Is this...” But when you look at your girlfriend, she’s holding out a little bouquet and a shy smile.

“I know that we’re dating and all, but you know me.” She chuckles while stepping closer, a hopeful smile on her face despite already knowing the answer.

“Will you go to the dance with me?”

You don’t hesitate jumping into her arms and nodding your head. “Of course, I’ll go to the dance with you!” You tell her and she sighs in relief before she finally crashed her lips against yours, feeling much more comfortable, now that she’s asked you.

As you pull away, face flushed and breathless, she smiles at you while resting her forehead against yours. “By the way, it’s Chaeyoung to you, not Rosé.” You just giggled at her before pulling her into another kiss.

[gendercraft]

Outlast: Revisited [Chapter Four: Waylon]

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Synopsis: I’m rewriting Outlast where the first game and Whistleblower are combined, Miles and Waylon are more connected, and also they kiss

Trigger warnings: Sexual assault plus everything already in the game; eye gore

Waylon hopped out of the vent into a tiny, mostly bare room. A Variant sat in the corner, hugging his legs with his face buried in his knees. A metal storage crate barricaded the door. 

“You mind if I move this?” Waylon asked quietly. 

The man shook his head. 

Waylon swallowed and braced himself against the crate. His weak muscles trembled and strained as he pushed. Holding back a groan, he squeezed his eyes shut. When it was finally out of the way he shook his hands out and sighed. 

Poking his head into the hall, he bit his lip. It was empty, the walls covered in plastic, emergency lights still blasting. The rest of the lights had gone out. There were several dead bodies littering the hall, blood smeared on the plastic. One body was completely ripped in half, torso from legs, guts spilling into the floor. 

He snuck into a security room and shut the door behind him. Through the window to a decontamination chamber, a man in scrubs pressed his hands to the glass. 

“Help me, please!” He cried. “I’m a doctor! I need to get home to my…” His eyes widened. He spluttered for a second, then said, “You’re not security. I was… I’m a patient,” he said carefully. 

Waylon stepped closer, brows furrowed. 

“I stole these clothes from a… dead body I found. You gotta let me out of here. Please. Just push the button, open the door. We can get out of here together!” 

Waylon hesitated. He wished he’d recognized the man—if it were really a doctor, he’d leave him to rot, but he couldn’t risk hurting a patient, could he? Fuck. He slammed his hand on the button. 

The doors slid open, and a Variant with a grimace and a red face stepped inside. The doctor/patient gasped and stepped back. 

“No, no!” 

“All of you,” the Variant snarled, grabbing the back of the doctor/patient’s head and slamming it into the glass. Waylon stepped backwards with wide eyes, “doctors and liars.” 

He slammed the man’s head into the glass, over and over and over and over again, thunk, thunk, crack, thunk, blood spurted everywhere. Slipping out of its socket, the eye was crushed against the glass. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose and eyes. Crack! Thin lines stained the glass like a halo. 

Waylon felt sick. Gagging, he backed up until he was pressed against the door. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

The Variant thanked him, then left. 

He’d never seen a man die before today. Never seen a dead body outside of a coffin. Dozens in the last few hours, murdered and worse. The look in the Variant’s eyes, the raw anger, as he crushed the man’s skull… There was no real difference between the doctors and patients now. They were all crazy, all sick. 

And what was Waylon? He watched a man die and only thought, it’s not me, thank God. 

He knew he’d die someday. He didn’t want to be murdered. 

Waylon stumbled out of the room and made his way to the airlock. It sprayed him with that awful-smelling green gas, then let him through. The corpse watched him as he left. He crept through to the closest exit he knew of, but it was jammed and blocked. Dead Variants littered the ground. 

A file caught his eye. He picked it up with shaking hands. 

 From: j.blaire@murkoffcorp.us.com

To: h.grant@murkoff.us.com

Subject: Resignation for Mental Health, CC 8208 

Ms. Grant, 

 You may receive requests for information from a Mrs. Lisa Park, of Leadville, CO, in the coming weeks concerning the resignation and hospitalization of her husband, Waylon. If so, please forward them to my personal attention. 

 Waylon’s stomach lurched. Lisa? Oh, God… 

 Waylon Park (former consulting contract 8208) resigned due to previously undiagnosed mental illness. I personally visited Mrs. Lisa Park and her sons and broke the news to them, with the “silver lining” that Murkoff Psychiatric would be graciously providing treatment. 

 Mrs. Park had some less than charitable things to say about myself and the Murkoff corporation. I assured her that with her power of attorney she could try to fight the doctors’ diagnoses of her husband’s illness. 

 However, if it were discovered that he resigned under false pretenses, his insurance would be cancelled and the family would be saddled with not insignificant healthcare debts. 

 The paper crunched in Waylon’s fist. 

 Hopefully she understood. 

But if she insists on making a nuisance of herself, or tries to get around me, please let me know. This is one I want to take care of personally. 

 Yours, 

Jeremy Blaire

 Waylon shoved the paper in his pocket. Please say she let it go. Please let her be okay. 

 Blaire’s voice echoed in his head. 

“Somehow not smart enough to realize that the last thing a fly ought to do in a spider’s web is wiggle.” The laptop cracked on the ground as Blaire dropped it. “Somehow dumb enough to think that a borrowed laptop, onion router, and firewall patch would be enough to fool the world’s leading supplier of biometric security.” He tapped his forehead. “Stupid, Mr. Park. More than stupid. In fact, that was crazy!” A sick grin spread across his face. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to have you committed. Mr. Park, will you willfully submit to forced confinement?” He glanced over his shoulder at the three armed security guards that followed him. “Did you hear that, agent?” 

Waylon’s heart slammed against his chest, his fingertips. The fear burned hot in his abdomen, sweat gathering on his brow. 

“He said ‘yes,’ Mr. Blaire.” 

“Great!” Blaire waved his finger. “Oh, and… did I just hear Mr. Waylon Park volunteer for the Morphogenic Engine program?” 

“That’s what I heard, Mr. Blaire.” 

“That was brave, indeed, Waylon. The Murkoff Corporation and the onward march of science both appreciate your bravery… and sacrifice. Maybe you should administer Mr. Park here a light anesthetic?” 

“Gladly.” The front guard stepped forward and wound his arm back. 

Waylon raised his hands. Blinding pain rippled across his face, and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

Waylon ground his teeth together so hard something cracked. He would get back to Lisa and the boys if he had to tear through the entire asylum. 

The next airlock was broken, so he climbed atop a stack of crates covered in a blue tarp and dragged himself on top. Army crawling across, he jumped to the ground. It was pitch black in the hall. He raised his camcorder and flicked on the nightvision. 

He found himself in the cafeteria. Body parts were strewn across like decorations. Someone hummed and mumbled nearby. Bodies hung from the freezer’s ceiling like cured pigs. Flesh teared in the cafeteria, munching. Hands shaking, he crept into the kitchen. 

Waylon gagged. Blood boiled on the stove like someone was making fucking spaghetti, an arm and a hand poking out of the bubbling warmth. He entered the dining area, and behind the glass of the bar, blood splattered across the copious amount already caked on. Around the corner, then he zoomed in to look through the glass at the naked, bearded man sawing into a corpse. 

Keeping his camera up, Waylon’s eyes watered. He stepped forward. 

POP!

The microwave beeped and the head inside exploded. 

“Oh, God,” Waylon choked out. 

“Don’t you look at us,” the man snapped. “I love him.” He pulled out an organ and dropped it into his mouth. 

He chewed with his lips open, blood spurting, tissue tearing. Waylon stumbled back and hurried out of the room. He doubled over and gagged, choked, trying to vomit but nothing coming up. 

Sitting on the ground, he set the camera down facing him. “Don’t ask to see my body, Lisa,” he choked out. “When I die, when you finish the lawsuits that let you pry this footage from Murkoff’s army of lawyers and corporate hitmen, don’t make them show you my body. Just bury it. Or burn it. Let my sons remember me whole.” He looked away and squeezed his eyes shut. “That man is eating human flesh,” he whispered. “He looks at me and I see anger. A little desire. But more than anything, hunger. Please don’t make them show you my body.” 

He grabbed the camera. He didn’t plan on dying, but he would not risk not warning Lisa. 

He passed through a locker room and into a hallway, towards a grated door. A corpse hung by the wrist to set of handcuffs, looped through the grate, holding it closed. He had to get through there to get to the prison, get to the radio. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, yanking at the handcuffs. He’d have to find the key. There had to be a security guard around here somewhere. 

Across from the grate was a boarded up door. The glass above it was broken. He climbed atop the desk resting there and pulled himself through the broken window, hissing as glass cut across his thighs. 

Keeping an eye out for the key, he crept down the hall. Bzzzz! 

Waylon dropped to the floor as the cook came into the hall. His eyes glowed in the infrared, slowly surveying every inch of the blackness. There was that desire in his eyes, that hunger. Waylon kept the camcorder up and swallowed, his skin crawling. Out of all the people in Mount Massive, he did not want to be in the hands of the cook. 

He thought about turning around and finding an alternate way to the prison, but it would take too much time. He’d just have to be careful, quiet. He crept forward. The hall went forward and then to the left, with a room to the right. As the cook disappeared into the room to the right, Waylon hurried forward, still low to the ground. His eyes were on the corner. If he could just get around the corner, maybe he wouldn’t be seen. 

His foot crinkled on a sheet of plastic hanging off the wall. He froze. 

“I can smell you!” 

Shuddering, Waylon crept further into the darkness. 

“Feed me! Feed me! FEED ME!” 

The saw buzzed, bzzz! 

Just keep moving, Waylon. 

He crawled forward in the hall and turned the corner. The man was still busy in the room to the right. In the turn of the hall, the walls were lined with wooden doors. He crept into the first one just long enough to catch his breath. It was bare with just a stack of mattresses on a metal bedframe, no key in sight. He stood up halfway and peeked open the door. 

The hall was empty. He swung the door open and snuck out. 

“MINE! You are mine!” 

The voice was right behind him. He broke into a sprint, just in time for the buzzsaw to catch the hairs on the back of his neck. 

“Fuck!” He gasped, skidding to a stop at the blocked end of the hall and slamming his fist into the door as he barged inside. 

He ran straight across the hall to the next door, barging through that one as well, leading him into a room full of storage shelves and crosses on the wall. A dead end. He looked around wildly, a place to hide, a place to escape. 

“Feed me! Feed me! FEED ME!” 

Waylon whipped around. The cook grinned, blood glinting on his teeth, white in the night vision. He swung the buzzsaw and Waylon leapt backwards. Tripping over his own feet, his back smacked against the ground. The saw came over the cook’s head, and Waylon rolled out of the way, only for burning pain to rip through his leg. 

“FUCK!” He staggered to his feet and felt frantically at the blood dripping down his calf. 

Another swing, Waylon brought his hand up, a slash down his palm. He whimpered and stumbled backwards. 

Then he saw it—an open vent sat above a desk. He ducked another blow and dashed for the vent. His collar caught and he choked, his eyes watering. The cook dragged him backwards and threw him into a shelf. His chest and knee and elbow slammed into the corners. Wheezing, he made another break for the vent. He shoved past the cook and leapt onto the desk as all the lights flicked on. 

The buzzsaw caught the bottom of his foot as he dragged himself into the vent. He curled into a ball and hissed through his teeth. His blood smelled of iron, it was all he could smell, all he could think. He sat up as best as he could, cramped in the little square space, and looked for a seam to rip with his teeth. The cook grunted and cursed as he tried to get into the vent, only to turn and leave the room. 

“I’ll find another way…”

Waylon found a seam in his pants and ripped off what fabric he could. It wasn’t even or clean, but it was long enough for him to wrap around his calf and tie tight enough to hurt. He ripped off another piece for his foot, and another for his hand. 

He was shaking when he dropped to the ground. His foot burning, he bit back a whimper. 

A Variant stood in the corner. He was dressed, thank God, but bandages wrapped around his eyes. 

Waylon held his hands up as the Variant stalked towards him. “Hey, hey… What’s going on, man?” 

“I have an itch.” 

He cringed. “I can’t help with that. Want me to get those bandages off?” 

The Variant shook his head. What could be behind the fabric? 

Waylon swallowed. “Your clothes… you come from upstairs?” He wasn’t wearing the standard jumpsuit the Morphogenic volunteers wore. His clothes came from the Male Ward. 

“Yes.” 

“So you can get around safely, you know how to not get caught?” 

The Variant hesitated, then continued forward. Waylon stepped back. “I can move around.” 

“I need you to find someone for me. Can you do that? I can switch out your bandage for something cleaner.” 

“...okay.”

“There should be an investigative journalist running around here somewhere—”

“Miles Upshur.” 

Waylon blinked. “Y… yeah. How’d you- how’d you know?” 

“He’s been… talking to everyone. Trying to. In the abandoned sections. Headed to the basement, last I saw. Why do you need him?” 

“Find him,” Waylon begged, “tell him Waylon Park, the whistleblower, is headed to the prison. I’m going to get help.”

He stopped walking. “You’re the whistleblower?” 

“Yes,” Waylon said uncertainly. 

“I’ll find him for you.” 

Waylon found a seam in his shirt sleeve and ripped it free. He carefully pulled the bandages away from the Variant’s face. In the sockets, the eyes were completely eviscerated, nothing but bloody pulp. Waylon felt like gouging his own eyes out with a spoon. He bit back a gag and pulled the new bandage around his eyes. 

“Get those clean,” he mumbled, then patted his shoulder. “I need to go.” 

Waylon was back towards the labs, plastic lining the glass walls and laptop carts clogging up the halls. He wasn’t sure if the handcuff key would be around here, but he was just grateful to be away from the cook. 

He looked around for a tense couple of minutes, stepping quietly and keeping an ear out for any buzzing, before he finally found a bathroom with a dead security guard. He snatched the key from the man’s belt and sighed in relief. 

All he had to do now was get back. 

He found his way back to the main hall and stuck his head out the door. The cook grumbled to himself, peeking inside a room, saw buzzing beside him. Waylon swallowed and crouched. He crept into the hall and around the corner. 

If he comes this way, I’m fucked. But the barred door he originally jumped over was in sight. The cook was not agile, couldn’t follow him. It was Waylon’s only strength here. 

He cursed himself, then broke into a sprint. 

“MINE!” 

His feet slapped the floor as the cook raced behind him. Vaulting over a turned over bed and leaping onto a desk, he scrambled up through the window again, the broken glass making more cuts across his thighs. 

Waylon stumbled to the ground. His vision blurred, his head hot. Panic? Blood loss? Both? Whatever. He got the key. 

Unlocking the handcuffs, the corpse’s arm slipped out and thunked to the ground. With shaking hands, Waylon pulled the handcuffs out of the lock and swung the grate open. 

It led into the crematorium. He headed down a short staircase and crept into the room. His heart was still racing, his legs still equipped to run. Something banged on the nearby door as he passed the ovens. He nearly jumped out of his skin. 

Backing up, he watched the door shake again, then stop. He hesitated. 

I have to go this way. 

He watched his steps, stepping over broken glass and litter. The second he passed the door slammed open. The cook grabbed him by the neck and threw him onto his back. Waylon wheezed and kicked, the wind knocked out of him. The cook hauled him onto a wooden slab and raised the buzzsaw. 

“This meat is mine,” he cackled. 

He brought the buzzsaw to his chest, slowly inching forward until red splattered. Waylon threw his head back and screamed. Then the cook pulled the saw away. 

Grabbing Waylon by the legs, he shoved him backwards. The heat of the oven burned the back of Waylon’s head. 

“You stay there,” he grinned, “and cook!” 

Then he threw Waylon into the oven, and slammed the door. 

@wasnt-hiding-in-cuba-for-7-years asked for waylon torture porn so here’s me delivering the best i can this early in the story. more whump later, hope you enjoyed lol