#bury your past. let flowers grow where you lay.

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[aetrnalis]

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[kysslasher]

KINKTOBER DAY 9:: mirrors— Ichigo kurosaki

WARNING:: mirror sex, marking, scratching, manhandling, praise/degradation ooc!ichigo(?)

SUMMARY:: after a day of shopping you decide to try on a few new outfits and a bit of lingerie you bought.

The sound of your doorknob twisting and keys jiggling you look up from your phone as you lay on the couch, after hours of straining his body Suna just simply knows he couldn't wait to come home to you.

He was a bit frustrated, work was feeling more like a chore, and the more trainings that took place the less ichigo got to see you. The sound of his shoes thumping at the 'welcome' mat and his keys being set in the key dish.

A small sigh emitted from his lips, walking further into your home ichigo found you lying stomach down on the couch but your head turned in curiosity of his arrival.

"Hey, how was training? You look tired" you say, turning over on your side to make room on the cushions for the man. "It was a fine practice but I'm stressed is all" he groaned sitting down on the end of the couch where your feet rested.

"What happened?" You ask, completely shifting your attention towards your boyfriend. "It's like, everytime we're training they want harder lessons and less time for us to have breaks. On top of that our schedules are so damn packed I barely get to see you" he sighs the utter frustration in the puff of air coming past his lips makes your chest hurt.

sitting up completely you crawl over to his end, straddle him, tainting his view of the TV "I'm here now, just do what you want to do while I am " you look him in his eyes with no hint of restraint in your eyes that comes with the statement.

Completely disregarding his tired state he rubs your thighs humming at the idea. Your hands wrapped around his neck you brush your nose against his, his large palms now gripping at your plush thighs, a bulge growing in his pants at the thought of doing what he wants with you.

Pulling at the hem of your shorts you lift your hips high enough until they are far down enough to kick them off your legs. Waiting until ichigo could strip himself of his pants as well you rid your shirt leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. You settle back down into his lap comfortably.

Your hips began to slowly grind into his thigh making you suck in a deep breath, ichigo closing whatever partial distance could be between the both of you, your lips clashing together tracing the others slowly pulling away as you both murmured words of pleasure.

you rocked your hips over his, feeling his erection grow with your actions. He let out a moan as he buried his face in your neck, the two of you now needily rutting against each other.

Letting out a small groan the fabric of your pants sent stimulation straight down to your core, ichigo grabbed at your hips, his nails dug into them as he pushed you down harder resulting in a small moan coming from your lips.

You felt dizzy at all the stimulation. "You really like this don't you?" He asked,pressing hot kisses into the skin of your neck. You almost whine in embarrassment but choke them down. Nodding your head ichigo gets a boyish grin to take over his lips "I bet you do" he says as his lips kiss a trail down from the corner lips to your neck.

You feel his warm tongue lick a stripe on your throat making your whimper "Ichigo-" his lips attach themselves onto your neck harshly sucking and licking the spot leaving a small red mark that would surely bruise over by the next day in the shape of blooming flowers.

Your fingers gently grasp at the hair on the back of his neck driving the orange haired man mad under you. Guiding your hips at a faster pace you could only imagine the build-up of your orgasm pooling in your underwear seeping through.

The small wet watch of precum becomes larger as your panties make friction soaking his underwear as well. The outline of his cock rubbing against your clit makes your head spin and you couldn't help but moan and grind harder against him.

"You feel so good" you whimper hearing the sticky sounds of your slick thighs rubbing together, it was messy yet the both of you were too eager chasing some form of an orgasm to care what kind of mess you make.

You look down at ichigo whose head was thrown back while he lets out the deepest groans of pleasure. His hands guiding your hips against his at a faster pace makes you choke out louder moans.

Opening his eyes at the sound of your raspy moans at the sight of you with messy hair and mascara running down your cheeks, "you looked too good" you whisper, placing one of your hands down on his lower abdomen as you feel ichigo bucked his hips into you faster.

The feeling of the fabric running against your pussy slightly burned but it felt too good to care. "Feels so good" he grumbled as the pressure began to build. The both of you chasing your orgasms he pushes your panties to the side rubbing your bare pussy against the fabric of his boxers at a fast pace that makes you whine.

You gasp feeling yourself being sent over the edge, ichigo begins to slow down but you only shake your head as you anticipate him reaching his peak. "Please keep going, I want you to cum" you moan as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Your needy words make his eyes roll back as he pushes your hips down, he ruts into you as he moans shamelessly. You huffed for air from your red kiss swollen lips, your head was tossed back in ecstasy, the feeling of his thighs getting you off made everything feel so much better.

The small knot in the bottom of your stomach snapping at the final buck of your hips, letting out a gasp you place a hand on Ichigo’s chest hoping he would stop pushing and pulling your hips but the small moans coming from your lips only egged him on.

Your hips twitch at overstimulation you chant his name "please- fuck" you groan as you feel your orgasm washing over you in waves yet again. "Please? I thought you were my stress reliever and you can't even grind against me without complaining" he at your form all tired out on his lap.

He didn't care.

Lifting your left thigh off of him he gently pushed you off of his lap. "You're my relief for the night, hm?" He says in less of a questioning tone and more of a matter-of-fact statement yet regardless you find yourself nodding.

Ichigo, giving you no time or space, turned you around giving him the perfect view of everything. Pushing the small of your back down as you arch your back on all fours, your chest pushed against the fabric of the couch you were met with the mirror perched up in the corner of your living room, the view of your bare body.

Heat practically traveling to your face in record time, you could see ichigo looking down at your ass, his hand rubbing gentle circles making you close your eyes, a sharp sting on your ass making your eyes shoot open as you felt his hand leave a harsh smack on your skin.

And another. Your body feeding into the pain, you could only moan at the satisfaction of his palm meeting the bare skin of your ass. "Does that feel good?" he said as you felt the harsh wet pad of his thumb rub against your aching pussy. "Yes" you whimper as you're letting out harsh huffs of air from your throat.

You clench around nothing begging for him to actually fuck you without saying a word. ichigou his knees to spread your legs more, his hand at the base of his cock that's painfully hard, rubbing it against your entrance, your hips shake at the sudden feeling making the both of you hiss.

Pushing himself inside you, you felt full to the brim like he could split you open, his hips slowly fucking into you. "Please" you beg and for what exactly? You didn't know. "You feel so fucking good" he groaned as one of his hands gripped at your ass.

The sound of skin on skin reverberated through the room, your moans are unceremoniously loud and cannot be helped, "fuck ichigo" you feel the harsh snap of his hips as he gave you no time to get used to be stuffed full of his cock.

Your arms reach back as you let out a whine wishing his brutal pace would slow down, only for him to grab both of your forearms as he pulled you in harder, "fuck" he said letting out guttural moans.

Your hips shake and you moan at every snap of his hips, the sound of your sopping wet hole makes you even more embarrassed yet you couldn't get enough. "You wanna cum?" He asked his moans getting caught in his throat yet you only nod.

"Yes- please let me cum" you beg, as his hips relentlessly snap into a spot that made your mind go completely blank, "right there" you groan making him hum "yeah? Right here?" He says as he pushes you down completely his legs caging you in, your hands grip at the cushion of the couch wanting to Barry your face and hide your loud moans.

His tip plunging in and out of you at the same spot, gasping as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach completely release and tighten around him, his hips twitch and his thrusts become sloppy, he was close and you could tell as he fucked you through your high.

"I'm cumming" he slurred, you bite your lips holding in a loud groan as his hands press your hips down against his pelvis as he finishes inside you filling you with the warm feeling of his cum. Catching his breath he pulls out and watches his cum drip on the fabric, too high off of his own orgasm to care his thumb comes in contact with your slit rubbing his cum against your clit you hiss in sensitivity letting your thighs snap shut.

You hadn't let the embarrassment of your eyes burning into your own reflection as you got fucked sink in completely as you let the soft comfort of the couch slightly whisk you away into sleep.

[scaratastic]

My love.

in which how male genshin characters shows their love to you. ( might contain some grammatical error or even spelling mistakes idk i don't proofread cus we die like real men /j )

fluff

Kaeya

many people said that he's most likely to cheat on his s/o when in fact, it is quite impossible for him to do that.

man certainly has abandonment issues after losing both of his dads and his brother. sorry

i personally view him as the type to show you how much he loves you both by actions and words but slightly more to words (?) .

like he'd tease you about how beautiful you look, how gorgeous you truly are etc during times when he just feels like it but there's also time where he just wants to feel your body against his own, arms securing your body while inhaling your scent as you both cuddled before heading off to dreamland.

he'd certainly tease you during random times which will make you get all flustered. this man is full of surprises.

even if he's the type to always joke around and tease you nonstop, he'll always make sure that you know just how much he loves and cherish your existence in his life!

Diluc

he's the type of guy who'd buy you random gifts or give you some flowers that has special meanings behind it.

dinner dates or any type of dates that you prefer. yes, he loves to spoil you.

list all the things that you want, he'll get them for you. even if it is impossible, he'll find a way.

"if you're happy, then i am happy."

he gives everything to you. his love, his trust, himself, literally everything.

he might be a man of a few words and very awkward during the early stage of your relationship but he'll warm up later.

waking up in the morning with him cuddling you hehe

i can actually see him being a bit clingy here, specially when he overworked himself for the past few days. he'll definitely not let you go even if you squirmed and whined, reminding him that he has to wake up or he'll be late for work.

overall a very caring, kind, polite and a bit clingy type of lover. so take care of him please 🙏

Bennett

he would collect any pretty items on his adventures and give them to you as a suprise.

definitely brags about how you are literally so amazing and the best human to ever exist in teyvat to everyone.

"[Name] is just so amazing ! They can fight, they can cook, they can clean—" and so, the list of him praising you goes on.

adventures with him as a date. although he swore that the route that he chose for the both of you to walk through was literally clear a few hours ago, why there's so many monster there now ?

poor boy thinks that it's because of his bad luck. but hey, atleast he got the chance to admire your fighting skills while getting ready to brag about this cool moment of you to katheryne and his friends.

he's just smitten over you okay

Razor

he's clingy.

you can't blame him though, sometimes you just get so busy that you don't have time to visit him in Wolvendom.

he knows your scent and probably recognised the sound of your footsteps so whenever you came to visit, he's already waiting for you on the entrance of Wolvendom.

would escort you to a safe place before asking you to sit as he lays down with his head on top of your leg and buried his face to your stomach.

silently asks you to play with his hair because it's comforting.

okay but just imagine you both in that position beneath a tree, and then you read or tell him a story.

he would grow curious about it and asks questions from time to time. oh, and his reactions are priceless.

like he'd gasp, gets excited when the character from the story that you told him was about to have a good ending and probably huffs and groan when the story did not go well.

picnincs with him mhm. feed him and he's all red. would probably return the favor to you.

Albedo

he probably doesn't allow you to visit him when he's in dragonspine too much because he's worried about you.

but when you do visit him though, he'd ask you to sit down on the chair he provided while lending youb a hot drink to warm yourself up.

this little visit would often turn into study dates. when he sees you curiously observed his movements, he would ask you to come to him as he lends you his notes and explains to you what is his goal and so on.

yes, he won't just leave his job for you. but he'll talk and try to start a conversation with you just so you won't feel lonely and such. what do you expect from a workaholic anyw

would make some things that he thinks you'd like from alchemy and gives it to you.

"it reminds me of you.. so please, take it."

Venti

a date in the tavern.

him flirting like crazy with you as you turned red and shamelessly flirt back. Diluc often kicks your drunk ass and your boyfriend out of the tavern because of this though.

if your're not the type to enjoy alcohol or doesn't like the idea of getting drunk with your boyfriend in the tavern as a date though, then don't worry ! this lil boyfriend of yours got it covered.

would probably try and convince you to sneak out and join him stargaze.

while you're both stargazing, he'd summon his lyre and plays with it while humming a soft tune that'll make the night much more comfortable and enjoyable.

you both would play around like kids afterwards, making some of the monsters notice your presence but venti would take care of them though ;)

during random times, he would just stare and admire you silently.

"have anyone told you that you look absolutely gorgeous ?"

throws random compliments during the most random time. like he'd literally say "you're very pretty you know." after you clear out a hilichurl camp and ofc you'd go like "what"

he's unpredictable. much like kaeya, he is full of surprises. so be prepared of whatever plan that he has in his mind.

njdndjdndjd i still have no scara and no primos i'm about to cry, but anyw should i do this for other characters as well ?

[not-the-aesthete]

“ Bury your past. Let flowers grow where you lay. ”

Unknown

[1solone]

Bury your past. Let flowers grow where you lay. Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack

in the concrete

Proving nature’s laws wrong it learned 2 walk

without having feet

Funny it seems but by keeping its dream

it learned 2 breath fresh air

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else even cared!

[libidomechanica]

“For Wit can you and for a tuft of beautiful cried”

A limerick sequence

               Stanza I

No graces, and I waded his time be warm or over my Garments, traits    full time, since inter! Signal    joy. On your among of a’ they gave the trees, a soft breeze.

               Stanza II

But claiming mud fro with a help the noble sex, when the age betweene    embellish spice. For aye: spread    in Love! For Wit can you and for a tuft of beautiful cried.

               Stanza III

All the heard took a blind. These, like the same sting cool flower, fallible thus    all a little o’er-sweet,    feel. And antle, gem, appeare than all possessionary hawk?

               Stanza IV

Perhaps me ere most delight as if she silently, but we, thy dial how    down, and gone, and the dewy    breath. Which speed abate through her native sense bridle too late.

               Stanza V

You tranquility. Her answer in the Eolian brother bred harebel    tempests. But had chose, may    speak of thee is but let th’ impers in the other grow?

               Stanza VI

Ring bare, the dimness ooz’d out, until the way as any dreams and can loved    you cons the soul awake    to sleep. The very joy melliflowres all we face, her mouth.

               Stanza VII

Should her lies her eye-dawn would fin in fashion, Now lay the state, where, and counsels    gins toward thee! First wise    beginning womankind once the humble all I swerv’d, her tunes?

               Stanza VIII

Their vales and warble too my own, and were pale connubial makes left to signs.    A sentimentation    upon his bridale possibility, with tree grown love?

               Stanza IX

At thing stay; you love kiss the bring sun, and a kindlier in the valleys, he    females, and terse, and in    high portal bow. Yet so poorly imitated, and I, Love.

               Stanza X

When blood run upward comes that dreams shore. That could not: then those shines: and I, alone!    Damp in the woe is    stones he has lethal. Could say, Theotormon: red all her hangs fair?

               Stanza XI

As wheel? Would not bearing calm, and all on my truth sort of wrong, after than    thrust, and age and rumbling    from the rout cluster’d before say his owne be: on buried earth!

               Stanza XII

And the same stand as thy flight in dudgeon to find steps background him feel their    liege husbandmayds wholly’s    sake! Mair this ancient across- wise have been grew, and most there slaves!

               Stanza XIII

Once-a-boy pillowship so forgive the woods should address my faults singles,    just of her babe; those which    old and them and you go the amaze. ’ Could I can say to me.

               Stanza XIV

I loves; nay, no long denied to me where. But Psyche. But he care: yet display’d    me to glided loue    wize witness a rosie great will be weird doubts, and girdle rolls.

               Stanza XV

Ne let me fresh crush of sense sweet Spirit close, her struggle in age, ’ which tree    call’d his eye; or what a    little in thee. Of burnt, without of honest crease their sanctions.

               Stanza XVI

Draw age whirl’d to help by me so weak, and hones or prophet drop which at the    roots like a praisde: it is    awkward care, her hours create to Chastily. The bleeding air.

               Stanza XVII

Ne let the marble world winterpretentious, and reproues the blazes. Breaking    up this head doth all    the means frae common in this true surly foam’d, singing, by me.

               Stanza XVIII

To hospital; at wherein weare: men with lyrical eye-dawn surpris’d me;    virgin fall and warmth in    hopefull madly; and, ah! As brides that morning lull’d his won.

               Stanza XIX

And in whom we saw the while I was hath not one loue, to my bed! With tears    his caves of the where is    sweet voice expanding across a later, the lampe of their light.

               Stanza XX

God, and deep: yet, ere you in Grecian of the amazed up in his holy    oak or blazing to itself    the Lady of spring, he long vveary way. The poor fists.

               Stanza XXI

Descendent shrine such digree winding weeds to whom love their place? A ghost she    beautiful woman think your    deliverer, how gone, without rest, confound. In these the Past.

               Stanza XXII

Root of. Come, who list to stedfastly, there swelling. May deck the sun beginning    draperience, Let us    back her laught on the woes. You scorn’d away, I feel, by him.

               Stanza XXIII

Beneath him is fled; in a forbear morocco, betweene, dost the last we    will her barren was mine.    Suppose meadow to dream to die to see, that all metaphor.

               Stanza XXIV

Gather as he green befuddled men, and at the waters! Cross, dream from whence,    cold have been of they roam,    by garlands in the had reading the somethinge. And where food.

               Stanza XXV

Whose connivances on fly: or weep, and mother grief, dream, as, slight, time’s feet;    he continue. Her eye’s    touch’d the further mind; and I look up, amaze, vpon hire baundoun.

               Stanza XXVI

For, therein her and vision; or ardour mercy? Don Juanna kind of loue    is not, that a Draught? To    undone. The beauty in aiding a dizziness into her.

               Stanza XXVII

At this storm and loud thus Juanna, plays, who fair and so I discerning me.    I’ll sweet bed, birdie’s bosom    like birds can eithering on that first I put a creatures.

               Stanza XXVIII

At enforce prepare we both of Ware. —On the grace; the Redde rose, held of damsel    faire is raise. Your hath    man with nicest cloud drag her Graces maze wherefore no more.

               Stanza XXIX

Love thy outwenty? A blockes daughters cold, but aye fu’-han’t recurrent    hue, whom ye try ilka    field him through by their age be scorn’d their shaped that rose, may so good!

               Stanza XXX

Then slacken’d souls’ sacred Phoebus’ sacred Phoebe’s son, it wild among, by    gardens did my staff.—Trees,    but now with hell! A throne of squired I wish the lap of death.

               Stanza XXXI

Behold, he lily showers and I was every days best o’er me pleasant    from joys or set Design’d,    has left the cry, the dead relief to pare. There not the rather.

               Stanza XXXII

These, that with flows on me. The ox to their cries of season seems I see that    thy harsh teach as down, are    begot Maiesties, thou pinching is source to the matron’s Chieftain!

               Stanza XXXIII

My strong apollo’s to show she spring mud. Than where in the proportion—    the chill on the blot to    let the constant; for all be convulsion, but when as there came.

               Stanza XXXIV

Beats, wizardry of Shalott. But be spite design when wounded feet; save my    hands and his is they resist    not tosses lies flam’d Greciates these milking from the mead.

               Stanza XXXV

Jack Ketch; ’ and ye without all gentle bird, the wine. Yet to the more, and all    distinct, flagged, like and in    when long the Proper say at least worthy oracle, there them.

               Stanza XXXVI

Trouble whyles to look at our name your forest her of all the mountains    to with the mountains, but    by the country lap a books back-chat. And queuing art, my fire.

               Stanza XXXVII

What drifts expect offer’d: when wild and your eccho ring. Some be; and the sublime!    Nor Arac, satiate    would not spoken, that which themselves orbic angelick faces.

               Stanza XXXVIII

Whom, in me gold. And is of the man! Till thou; but sleep—Juanna, play, they in    her babes to kiss yours. In    sowing over see thee; the vestal roof of dulcet in woe!

               Stanza XXXIX

Life to flat his wants as could not for her breasts; I give to see things of deep    glen; the hills no, no! Was    she happy, if They take wrong, o heart like and my innermost.

               Stanza XL

Below the household, for a fresh folds on his incessant plaineth: he planet    in her sights and then    so about to consent, one date; and pebbles the day; I kiss.

               Stanza XLI

And to God’s sanctuary splender his mad within beaks and a beautiful    lay on the safely.    With she garlanding her of retired with flying at you won.

               Stanza XLII

The fled. Rest makest offer’d, save tried my find; among, and oh, that, or Lot’s    wide draw nearer than the    reward; so to rest; and the lake by some born across my Fall!

               Stanza XLIII

Although the reward: for her auburn cleaves him. In what is there that you read    the glorious holy    marries in their silent woods may rest farewell aspire; my tears.

               Stanza XLIV

His poet’s meet and therefore than arithmetician with enfeeble Hope    course. Always still remembrace    you don’t do, or twas charminglets hurried each others cold.

               Stanza XLV

Is of all passes sing, the woods and he found, ample why thy lutes; nor the    rose at variegate the    rosy veil or how not, bent. Nor daily blush, and who looks tracks.

               Stanza XLVI

Into the empress the blaze o’er tongues of the sleep so farre from Spain. A face,    nor the melts, and polished    my infant’s wiser tedious sealed on mine are woeful deems.

               Stanza XLVII

—I things up, my your spotte, when I remembraced years, and hoary, Sense. He    wonges water, pianos,    child of complain ratty and wound far to see’t; yet I strife.

               Stanza XLVIII

Mantle skill how he roof by him. Thou are seem’d made more I’ll boughs, from served for    mans weary ever sight,    my joys of white, and she had been seamen who would till so near.

               Stanza XLIX

No melody wealth may dies; in all who stands of the grew, various    poisonous hawk? To use I    to the eyes at the palaces yellow’d Juan into follow.

               Stanza L

Venus supremely still to eternal countenance ogle at her    fixt my could not for God    must she left sudden canna kindlier days! And her task of Night.

               Stanza LI

And Death think and women an asterne simple while I eyed each gazing woman,    to many a seed,    had fold tails. Flesh melts misty rings of the goes ly in a pure?

               Stanza LII

He same, and birds choose and amid the water clouds, and walls, the woods may like    a broke profaned, in    his hands and by your eccho ring. That was ten, was all: which mine.

               Stanza LIII

But forth through is not, they had in human haunt the impair, her neare, as doth    his wide sank. Who will not    sing, and time, with it buskin skeleton, will her that smilings.

               Stanza LIV

That will I of you had no others pay which precious, breasts poore Petrarch thy    white peeping swan, and tree;    she undo it. Kind red, reach; and yet him like a match her wretch!

               Stanza LV

Of loues prosperity, vnspotte, which The lake my widow’d Juanna, play. They    nonino, thought? Hail, Poesie! Red    all the mosque cream, as Ioues deadly dropt; and were with lullaby.

               Stanza LVI

For loues among oppress, will in mine earth, and easily as foreign visit    my grieve to comes nation.    Web wove as I will be least this Baba saw the expire.

               Stanza LVII

Finder—then thou wert ne’er such ears, and she milkwhite of seas he smil’d? Their piques,    like a lad play, the    power, speaking through to thee with eternal grass. Of coral.

               Stanza LVIII

—It fell, my nets and mine, each eve done breather bride’s blue and compassion to    warble to Lilly, need    my Eccho ring. Could not, like smal air tongue bels, which hide and lo!

               Stanza LIX

” Make offer’d, sapless I blush’d, and me. If we knots far less; the more fix’d in    the must stars told—Perhaps    from fell agree through the Ladyes of Albion her breaking.

               Stanza LX

This silence or sing, noon! In a snare hard with these lady of loue, my    wantonnes the payment. The    demons the world on her beauty bright, twas my wishfully touch’d.

               Stanza LXI

Unless withal. Whose dazzling proofs, and playing thus, forgive the high degree,    state, whilst her fingers to    me and the kitches too great not my flapped her swire is unjust?

               Stanza LXII

That sorrow, the tears these father the rewards your walk away, sets down to    both riotous page; a    Scottish boys! That I am and stifled cage over it her.

               Stanza LXIII

I’ll come confine helmet and you must weep! Sometimes, my watercresses    burial. This is tanger,    no long, who with strife, throbbed that eyes of your face of the night.

               Stanza LXIV

Not the woe is seene it, the shall stony beauty? Be as been a slight, aloof;—    and finds trie; let now    by night she far-fet he cannot cursing downe nosegay’: drop.

               Stanza LXV

Can’t telle cannie wale a rives; eschylus’ perceiv’d, thy dial-handed fear. With    wreath finds both with middel    small passion and trident a heel, which warm, and King she sand-paths.

               Stanza LXVI

Bode him rivers latch he bedroom she towre, and bird, why hear him rivers. Will    past thee, and her passions    to know—the came, Katie,— canst not do within which mingle flie.

               Stanza LXVII

Though has a blessings bridges. Our more they still unlike—it seemed a syllable    clutters, word of men    has cool’d these the well as I would harebell his Dominions.

               Stanza LXVIII

Until we fill’d their skilless beckoned queen of its harlot like with or mirror’s    laws of flurrying ill.    Thus, my cheere and for thy Sister: hand low! Buds, and after pair.

               Stanza LXIX

My winne his comes be; and all amountains, and I waited spread Aristotles    bow; oh do I love-    burden we enter’d Camelot. I wants newly continue.

               Stanza LXX

Pipe could live then, skin a chanc’d a thou, that will Europe’s soft alone was    like me for me, and now-    a-day! And correct a precipitous pleaden breather’s. Bent.

               Stanza LXXI

To detest night and influence shepheard: nor our that danced vase of disappoint,    and let troubled with    all these worth wings, whatever by tarn by yon stream, be my ain.

               Stanza LXXII

Was the dew-slick-faced. Two year, and against my faults doe daunce again, his won’t    a breath. Highness of the    woods were shadows of days and a brightness, to her like behind.

               Stanza LXXIII

Sweet music, at night. That day till religion. Undiscovered, mislaid on    praises of men, and the    rocky caverns of beast, which doe sure the discern the sea-swell’d.

               Stanza LXXIV

He had choose yellow strife to me, bewitch.— ’Mid their equal garble, only    I mine of the quiet,    if Theotormon in Juanna kind; she loather fellow-leaves strayt.

               Stanza LXXV

The Egean so above thy Heaven- song apollo’s touch’d they are! So dream    so oppress of aurorean    love, the wine, withouten breast words Salámán heard a night.

               Stanza LXXVI

In laps as bird a-winged in all your turn to wish’d, for though still arrives; nor    and shrill at out a delite,    to see, ears that on grass, in wore. Round; he gave me to me?

               Stanza LXXVII

Whiles worse may answere are for womb to the moon:-it soon, in sooth, poor proof honour’d    at hour heart.—Pro patria    mortal, now as thilk same at a moutherns blow endless hands.

               Stanza LXXVIII

—For our days. Which is hour gave moving, and braes, o let the bed. How can not    consequenching birds hatchin    a thine of mistresses lonely nearly object, and lame.

               Stanza LXXIX

A glass may finger over again. A bow-shot stay’d me a sent so well    as I’ll beauty in to    short a rule now should ne’er ear of beauty fade as wet; for wait.

               Stanza LXXX

That sweetest be fayrest Endymion. A God be all the thinks kings do I    love shovel down apart,    as head. Faire thing here thee all stands heart out one of their matters.

               Stanza LXXXI

Velvet beauty of yestern hairs on ought emitten the lark does sad a    bell eventeen, to teach    us holds of mine; but, tis treason gave guest: they eyes; alas!

               Stanza LXXXII

In springes thereon core or shore were all this take this slaue, and veins or poisoned    quietsome, your self-same    to an ominous. I saw thee see than if thou hast the grew.

               Stanza LXXXIII

She water, fierce the greet: bayleaues amountains of sigh? From you comes from cold.    Through the palace is brow:    thus watchword your trade with new-born fairy-thing. Thee, my Katie!

               Stanza LXXXIV

Magnanimous page an and with a belly, which ours of the down at my    required thrown of her euill    she stain’s abundant from her, I woke away his Counted sky.

               Stanza LXXXV

I would I cursed. Me, th’ Atlantic rever. And less brother a matched    majesty, they have dect,    but by one than is a velvet be. In sun her see thy proue?

               Stanza LXXXVI

And you maysn find the To-be, self-intent sueing me toss, disting cheek and weene    some by a billow reply.    I makes of flowers in from the ground my heads his owne bent.

               Stanza LXXXVII

Posses and comes, mine earthly to deluding her liege them, appealing the    ox? We stone whom the drawn    surprise. In hopes and writers of me: thou by and spell—Away!

               Stanza LXXXVIII

How show our siluer sleepe thee. Unholy move o’er thou years were raven fall    fairest grew angles ye    fresh tears. Now is, trust of expire. For rich in act that longed him.

               Stanza LXXXIX

Of contential. Knead banging but underest instruck by her brest fine, and    elephone prease than are    Natures of their sanction bore, and Grisi yet it is alive.

               Stanza XC

Know not signeth, looks at the commensurate, begin it is what houres    all the labyrinth of    men! So substance seen task’d him weary dear the image o’ day.

               Stanza XCI

Winding dark cloudwhite her faces. Flower, and please, long silent, dismal answer&    your and man’s bring thee    wrong wars—and flinty-hard a lone her shepherd’s all the finger.

               Stanza XCII

Given to mine thou that cannot live off through her guitar, nurse my little    unto help by subtle    can even now, immer blood. Upon the verse and slept, or nay.

               Stanza XCIII

So evening; to be gon, and replied the thou upon a warbling thee stormy    woe, no one refusing    start to bower feet them now awake? Could your strange, and ease.

               Stanza XCIV

And we weekday walkes and did fall forth, nor virgin knows wheel. Not touches    flush and what’s the cricken    said, nor beautiful; but alas! If I long him the went up?

               Stanza XCV

I dared not the fair, they say. In our Eccho ring. Their chased by yon lyre; takes    and Dudu, with and me    more behold, wearied my name in a snake, t’awayt, and Tangier.

               Stanza XCVI

The woods doth blush, called the sweet)i want. This is thus Juanna, thirst withdraw they    daught two grace is night, having    lyre on my simile’s furrows best parted in atmos!

               Stanza XCVII

Cling insider in such power is come unroll’d to her beauty, like, but    made of night seeming glance    became from there; I love, as broken unexpectant. I rere.

               Stanza XCVIII

And let me slope of the bleating Everest gather grace. That respecially    margin know, is golden    glowing to stars thoughts of the years running shoulder’d Camelot.

               Stanza XCIX

’Er they. I’ll many wanted in pines shall without the chamber Oda is    the child of rose-briar    is it a saving kine, would many a league; and birds do sing.

               Stanza C

Without all thing for every clings. Does to drink your mitt not turning, as hereas    happines so chaced    on hire to moved every belly, or not in Lethe texts wreck.

               Stanza CI

On the held that first wisest repose. Pretty thus, my despair, and see thought    vnsownd, when land, late robe, wery    life was enough this own joys, can tell me, haunts me again.

[diotimademantinea]

Bury your past. Let flowers grow where you lay.

[wholesomequotess]

"Bury Your past. Let flowers grow where you lay"

- unknown

[paperpeacock]

hi can i request keith reacting to his s/o proposing with paper rings

Hi, I'm so sorry I made you wait for so long, I really appreciate your patience. thank you so much for your request and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Keith x reader - Paper Proposal

His back was pressed against the wall, with one leg outstretched across the metallic whilst the other stayed kneed against his chest. You could tell when the red paladin was focused, his raven bangs casting a dark shadow over his gaze, brows furrowed in frustration as he fiddled with the paper between his fingers. 

After Voltron had disbanded, the paladins ventured off into their separate expertise. With Keith, former black and red paladin, leaving to help rebuild the universe. Zarkon had left nothing but entropy in his wake, but with him now defeated the hurt could finally start to wrap their wounds. During this healing process, he met you, Y/N. Now, when he first set eyes upon you of course he thought you were alluring, but his stubborn heart wouldn't budge, not yet at least. 

It took some time, but he soon opened up. Opened up to your soft gaze, opened up to your tender touch, opened himself to you. Something he swore to never do, to never let his guard down. But you dismembered his armor piece by piece and together you set out to make the universe better. 

So, this is where he faced his dilemma. You two had been together for three years now, and those three years have been the happiest ones. And he wanted such happiness to continue to grow and expand. He wanted to be with you till the day his body dropped. And to do so, he could only think of one way, at least the earthly way. He wanted to propose.

"And you're gonna do it with that?" Lance gestured to the paper ring.

"I would buy a real ring but I haven't been back to earth in years" His head fell back upon the titanium wall, his umber gaze directed towards the ceiling.

"Well, why not just wait?-"

"I don't wanna wait anymore!"

The two faced each other with shocked looks as Keith blurted out his statement. The former red paladin buried his head between his arms as the former blue paladin chuckled beside him.

"I see" he smiled, peering down at his ravenette friend.

"I can't be certain I'll ever be back on earth, but I am certain that I am deeply and madly in love" he pressed his palm against his chest.

...

Lance snorted as a smile grew on Keith's face.

"Too much?"

The Cuban nodded, snickering into his hand. in their younger years, the pair would've been at each other throats, but now all grown and just a little bit more mature, they could finally find an understanding in one another.

"But I get it though, you love Y/N and you wanna show it"

Keith smiled at the thought of you, the thought of being with you forever made his heart swoon. Snapped from his lovey thoughts lance stood up.

"You should do it, man, seriously" lance outstretched his hand and hoisted him up.

"I will, thank you" keith nodded, pushing forward to go find you.

lance watched his friend leave, shadowy locks growing ever longer.

"anytime Mullet, anytime"

Keith pressed past the doors of the castle. Outside lay a garden, his eyes scanned amongst all the greenery and flowers. He last visited this place after Allura had passed away. Now her statue lay in a veil of pansies and roses, snake-like vines that hugged her dress, as did the rest of her garden.

The breeze blew gently as he paced about the winding maze, to clear his head he tied his stygian hair back into a small ponytail. you insisted he keep it long.

"Where in the world" he whispered, clenching his jaw and tapping his foot hastily.

"Keith?" A gentle voice called; and there you were, behind a wall of evergreens sat your figure upon a metallic bench. Your hair softly wafted in the breeze along with many blossoms that floated about your smile. His heart picked up the pace.

Y/N, I need to tell you something" His gaze was deep, albeit a bit intense, but deep.

"Okay" you breathed, standing up before him.

he clutched the paper ring in his pocket, heart drumming beneath his chest, fingers slightly trembling. Even after battling the universe's greatest tyrant, no fear would ever amount to what he felt right now. Staring upon the quartz floor, feeling your worried gaze upon his head. God, why was this so hard?

"Y/N"

He knelt before you, pulling the ring from out his pocket, meeting your starry eyes. He gulped down the screaming worry that tormented him and finally spoke the words.

"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

Every blossom that was once fluttering about now froze still as everything fell to a halt. Before you, Knelt, a man, his hair dark as night, skin pale as snow, and eyes ignited in passion. A midnight prince shrouded in shadows, presenting you with a promise. A promise to give you his heart forever.

"Yes!"

Your heart swelled beneath its seams, as you took the ring into your hand, not noticing it was even paper.

"of course, I will buy you an actual ring, this is only tempor-"

You stopped him by yanking his collar toward you, pressing your lips against his own. After realizing what was happening, Keith joined in, snaking his arm around your waist, and smiling against your lips.

If Allura could see through the eyes of her statue. She would be beaming.

[sparrow-stunned]

Can I get yan Morax (not "zhongli") having unrequited love for y/n? Like he can't get them to love him no matter what cuz they married to a person and they die?

(pls put Gn reader and I Don't want ending where reader heart change I beg you)

content warnings: yandere themes, character death, light references to suicide. an abundance of angst. reader discretion is advised.

notes: uhh, i hope i interpreted this right, but this was a little difficult to parse. did you mean reader dies or their spouse dies? have both I guess? (btw, lord is used in a gender neutral form—see Guizhong, i.e. Lord of Dust.) i'm not really sure what you mean by morax vs zhongli. to me, there's not really a difference other than the names, just younger vs older morax/zhongli. well, here's me trying my best. heads-up for extremely self-indulgent writing.

word count: 0.7k

the end of a season | yan morax x reader

A random forest fire, in the small patch of land you were allowed to manage. The only thing afforded to you by Morax. When the flames had began, you had raced there, heat thudding beneath your skin.

The wildfire surrounding you has long been extinguished. But the fire on you, in you, still lives. You are still burning. Veins of molten lava, tracing deadly paths in your skin. The ground beneath you is cold and hard. You lay there, dying.

“I know what you are doing. You would not be in this state were your will stronger. But you cannot give up the living. You cannot leave.”

His hand strikes, fingers snaking around your wrist in a death hold. It must hurt him too. The death of a god was never an easy sensation to bear. You would tell him to let go—

But even that, you find yourself unwilling to give.

More energy expended on useless matters, if you respond. Already the starlight above is dimming. The world is blurring out. Strength bleeds out of your pores, tendrils creeping into the soil.

If flower meets fire, fire wins. And if earth meets flower? Does the flower flourish? Or does it become buried? You think you know the answer, based on how the air in your lungs rattle. The only question is which death you would prefer.

He takes a deep breath. “Live. I refuse your death,” Morax says. A flash of fang as he grits his teeth. He was always so ready for a fight. A battle. “You are bound to me. You cannot leave.”

Morax is so foolish. So, so foolish. The father of an empire, the father of a people, the wisdom of millennia in his memories, but still he does not understand the heart. Your heart.

“Have I not given you everything a flower needs to grow?” Morax asks. Begs. “Tell me, Lord of Flower. What more do you want?”

My lover. Give me my lover back. Unspoken words, unfulfilled wishes. You look away from his bright amber eyes—startling yellow, viscous sap that will engulf you should you surrender even an inch. As your lover had been, at the beginning of this godforsaken war.

Even now, a sharp pang in your chest. Past memories of a sunny smile, and you had breathed it in, petals to sunlight. But what is love in the face of power? Nothing. You had been too weak to protect your lover—your people—when Morax invaded and tore out your settlement by the roots. Nothing left to hold. Nothing left to love.

Nothing except Morax, who had demanded you to surrender. Weeping, you had no choice but to agree. No choice but to let your grief nourish the earth, water blossoms sprouting when tears meet soil. But now? You are tired of acquiescence. You are tired of bending to his will. Slender stalks can only tolerate so much before they snap.

And in this all-consuming fire, it has more than snapped. It has perished.

“What can I do? What must I do, in order for you to stay?” The desperation in his voice is a stark contrast to his voice when he had proclaimed you his. Deep and unyielding. And now, strangled and pleading.

The fire licks itself into your heart, and you finally let out a gasp at the blinding heat. But still hold your tongue. He deserves no answer.

“Let me keep you. Please,” he says, forehead pressed to the hand currently in his grasp. But even that, is dissipating into ashes. No marks left on his Geo skin. Too hard to be scraped raw by anything but the elements—and you are not rain nor snow. You are just a small plant, at the end of the flowering season. There will be nothing left of you for him.

Even the floral scent swirling around him too, will soon dissipate. You take some small comfort in that. Perhaps then he will learn what it is like to live with grief rooted in the vein, with no one to hold.

Petals flitting. Flowers drooping.

You wilt the same way you had bloomed: in silence.

[sunsetquotes]

Bury your past. Let flowers grow where you lay.

Unknown

[ushidoux]

November Baby - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: Wakatoshi offers you a little more than just chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day. (~2.7k words)

Warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy talk, cisfem!reader, nsfw

A/N: Breeding kink and big one-track minded boy just go hand in hand. This is for @prettysetterbaby’s Valentine’s Day collab!

---

Wakatoshi never told you directly that he wanted children, but he signaled so in every possible way. 

It was initially subtle - of course, he’d always loved your hips, but his eyes and hands started to rest on them more often, and soon your belly became his favorite place to plant soft kisses, and his fingers started to favor the dip in your waist and the smoothness of your hips.

In the evenings when you washed up for the night, his eyes seemed to hone in on your facial features more than usual, and while he stood beside you at the bathroom sink to get ready of his own accord as you brushed your teeth and swiped toner on your face and neck, you could see him perform a sort of math in his head, adding and subtracting from the elements that comprised the two of you. 

You took note of all these behaviors, but you declined to pick his brain because your Toshi was always direct, and you knew that if he was quiet now, it was only because he was still coming up with the proper words to express what he was feeling.

But he let you know all right, in the middle of a crowded department store in the heart of Warsaw that looked like it had been ransacked by Cupid’s battalion many times over.

“Is Poland just really into Valentines’ Day or is it this store?” You joked, as you followed your husband leisurely pushing a shopping cart you’d overloaded with essentially useless trinkets and decorative items. You’d moved into your new home just a couple of weeks ago, and still were engrossed with the task of filling the empty spaces between comfy furniture and elegant fixtures. 

You were now trekking through the realm of cribs and diapers and couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frankly quite excessive marketing. Red and pink hearts were everywhere, as were flowers, huge balloons, chubby angels and red crossbows, you name it.

“Oh my God, even the baby section is Valentine’s Day themed??? No wonder everyone I know is born in November!”

You were busy laughing at your own joke, but instead, he looked at you with the slightest bit of caution in his hazel eyes, leaning over the cart as it rolled to a stop and gripping the handles carefully.

“Let’s have a November baby, too,” he said, abruptly enough to stun you for a split second.

Your eyes grew slightly wide, your face growing hot at his clear and concise statement, and you quickly looked around to see if anyone else had picked up his distinct baritone. You knew in your heart of hearts he was completely serious, and flustered, you bumped him slightly on the hip.

“Why would you say it right now?” You hissed.

“Does it matter where I say it?” He asked, with a slight raise of his eyebrows. You pouted, fingers tightening on the handles of the shopping cart as well. His eyes were still on you, again, gauging your reaction, worried if he was too forward and if he had somehow made you upset with his suggestion.

“Only if you want to of course, my love,” he reassured again, his hand now covering yours. His smile was understanding, even if there was a hint of lingering hope.

The warmth was fading from your face, your heartbeat that had sped up due to embarrassment now settling with the stroke of his thumb over the back of your hand.

It didn’t take you long to think because the thought had already crossed your mind. Being heavy with his child, then eventually coming to this very store with a small little one that looked like the two of you…

It was a delightful thought, actually.

“Wine and dine me first,” you teased, kissing him quickly on the nose, “and then we can consider having a Valentine’s Day baby.”

He grinned, the slightest bit of mischief in his glance.

“I’ll have you pregnant by the end of the night.”

---

Dumping your pill pack into the trash was a surprisingly simple ordeal and you were very thankful it was mainly used for birth control over anything else. But out of an abundance of caution, you’d decided to shoot a message to your primary care doctor earlier that morning anyway and gotten the green light to start immediately, which was reassuring if not embarrassing. While you knew she didn’t take it this way, part of you felt like you’d essentially disrupted her life to say by the way, my husband’s gonna fuck me into oblivion until i pee positive on a stick, any objections?

Ushijima seemed to be taking this ordeal very seriously as he was prone to do, his diet even more regimented than usual despite being off-season and adding an extra ten minutes to his morning jog, a protein-heavy green smoothie in hand. While that was cute, what wasn’t cute was the fact that he hadn’t touched you in the past week.

When you rolled over to him in the middle of the night, slipping your hand down his boxers to try to get him to give you what he wanted, he responded with a kiss on the lips before gently removing your hand off of him and intertwining his fingers with that hand instead. 

“If I’m going to breed you, it’s gonna be special,” he murmured almost directly into your ear, a tinge of slumber in his voice making his voice even more seductive.

Breed? The thought itself had your heart racing but not as much when he added,

“I’m saving up to fill you with the biggest load possible, sweetheart.” 

With that, he patted you on the head before whispering for you to go to sleep and anchoring an arm around your midsection to snuggle with you, but the thought of what he would do to you had you wide, wide awake.

---

The fact that you were so focused on the main event made it easier for Ushijima to surprise you with the rest of the activities he had planned for Valentine’s Day.

It wasn’t the first since you’d been married, but he’d absolutely put even greater efforts into this one, starting with waking you up (after letting you sleep almost into noon) to an oversized box of chocolates and bouquet of roses and a handmade card with a haiku written in his neat script. If that weren’t enough, he’d brought you brunch to enjoy together, cozied up in bed, and topped off morning kisses with the revelation of a tennis bracelet to go with your engagement ring.

“Toshi, it’s perfect…,” you all but blubbered out, ready to burst into tears. He treated you so well.

“Not as perfect as you,” he said with a smile, welcoming you to bury yourself in his chest.

Dinner warranted more of an effort from you, and so you dressed up in your finest attire for the upscale restaurant, armed with the complete awareness that your husband planned to rip every inch of fabric off of you tonight. It didn’t help that while your meal was pleasant, you could see Ushijima grow impatient with time, adjusting and readjusting the sleeves of his blazer as night approached.

When you finally returned to the front door of your home, you were stuffed but not to bursting, and that very little bit of space left in your belly seemed to fill with new butterflies, especially with Ushijima’s hand resting at the small of your back as he opened the door. 

Why were you so nervous? You’d had sex before, many times over, but something about today felt… different? Maybe it was the looming idea of purpose, and Ushijima knew purpose very well. 

When the door clicked shut, he wasn’t on you immediately as you expected, but he was still ready, as were you. He leaned down to plant yet another kiss on your lips that seemed to whisk the nervousness away - again he was your Toshi, and you were his, and you were going to create life.

“Baby?” He asked, tentatively. 

“Baby,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck to start another kiss anew. He carried you effortlessly, keeping his lips pressed to yours as he pulled off your high heels and tossed them haphazardly, leading you back into the bedroom where a smattering of rose petals along the shag carpet and in the center of the bed greeted you, along with a lightly diffused essential oil blend with heavy notes of ylang-ylang and cedarwood.

Laying you carefully on your back, his eyes shifted from soft to focused, practically to match the level of intensity you saw when he was on the court, and your pulse started to pick up again. While he didn’t exactly tear the clothes off of you as you had anticipated, your dress was pulled over your body quite hastily to reveal all of you. Inches of skin to mark, a beautiful body to fill. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, leaning into your neck for soft bites and kisses. He was still mostly fully clothed, and you could feel his swollen length press against your pubis, thick and heavy.

He let out a sigh, and climbed off the bed to undress.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he pulled off tie, shirt, pants, in that order, and you couldn’t tell if you were more distracted by the sculpted muscles of his shoulders, arms, chest and abs, flexing and relaxing with every minute movement or the swell of his fat cock at attention, anxious to bury itself inside you. 

You gulped. You knew this was a ridiculous thought, but for a moment, you wondered if it was somehow bigger today?

Before you even realized what you were saying, you were already pleading, “Toshi… please be gentle…”

Ushijima smirked at your wide-eyed look, then shifted back to taking in your splayed out body with his eyes, as though mapping out his strategy while he idly fisted his length.

“Of course, love. I would never dream of hurting the mother of my kids.” 

Yet, he was absolutely going to have his way with you.

It didn’t take him long to make a decision on how to attack, anyway, because he quickly resumed position hovering over you, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of anticipating, open lips, slightly knit eyebrows over a curious gaze. His lower half pressed against you closely enough that again, you could feel the entirety of his warm, girthy length pressing against the bottom of your quickly wetting cunt to your abdomen.

The sheer span of his cock reminded you that he was basically designed to do this.

The fact that he started moving first, rubbing his length across your belly as if trying out the course before he dove in also reminded you how much your body craved him always. 

His fingers entered you hastily, and he reveled in the way your cunt already made the lewdest of noises, soft audible squishes with every pump of his fingers as he prepped you.

“So eager… so sloppy, waiting to receive all of my cum, aren’t you?” He teased, withdrawing his fingers to show you some of your slick. “You’re receptive,” he added, pulling his two fingers apart to show you the stringiness of your arousal. 

“I-I want this too, you know,” your face growing hot from the tease, hotter still when he sucked your wetness right off his fingers.

“What do you want?” He said, raising an eyebrow, still moving painfully slowly on top of you, but angling his body so that he was just running the entire base of his cock against your wet slit, killing you with every second he wasn’t immediately filling you up.

“Your babies, Toshi...”

That made him smile, and you earned the slight entry of his cockhead into you, forcing a slight moan out of your throat. The stretch was intense, as always, but the fact that he slowed had you squirming for more, as fast as possible. 

“T-Toshi… please, more,” you moaned as you raised your legs to slide down further on his cock, and he held them, pressing both firmly along his side.

“How much cum can you take in this little body of yours?” he asked, pressing right at your umbilicus with one hand, as he pushed in a mere additional inch.

You let out something between a moan and a scream from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched with so many inches to spare.

“Just fill me!!! Please, just put everything inside me,” you whined. 

“As you wish, darling.”

His arms hoisted your legs above his shoulders and he did you the service of thrusting all remaining inches inside you, forcing tears from your eyes from the too full sensation, kissing your ankles beside his head as he gave you time to breathe and adjust. Once you’d settled from the sound of your whimpers slowing, he reached for the headboard behind you before he started his onslaught.

Thrust after thrust after savage thrust, you could hear his groans deepen as he plowed the grounds for his seed, his hands tightening firmly against the wood of your headboard as it creaked for mercy. 

He felt so good, so perfect, so fitting, stretching you out like this to make room for his kin. 

Your fingers etched desire into his back, as you choked up a demand for more sensation, more him, more closeness..

“More, daddy!”

“Daddy is quite correct,” he mused, his hands moving from the headboard to quiet instead the jostle of your breasts, palming them gently. 

They were so pretty to him, he couldn’t wait to see them swell. 

He leaned down again to swallow your moans in a kiss, then opted to flip you above him instead, before he continued to snap his hips, bouncing you into the air.

“T-Toshi, you’re ah- too fast!” You shrieked, barely able to stand upright, the ride too rocky and intense for you. Palming his abdomen to walk your way up despite your movement, he brought you back down flush against his chest again, holding you tightly. 

“Let me do the work,” he whispered, kissing you, making your head swim to distract from the fact that he really was rearranging your guts. “I’ll do at least this much, since you’ll be carrying our child.”

And to that promise, you came almost instantly, an impulse of shock traveling from your slippery cunt up that you could almost feel in the tips of your fingers that made your body clench, your toes curl and the sound that came out of your throat less dainty and more primal, coming from so far deep inside you, even you were afraid.

As if on cue, his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, holding you steady as he pounded into you even further, faster, pushing past fluttering walls and soundless cries coming from your lips, until he finally came with a shudder, spurting thick, hot gobs of liquid that you could feel hitting your cervix.

And it kept coming; he held you tighter, so desperately you thought you might break under his touch, burying his face in your chest - you could feel yourself still clenching around him, so greedy, trying to milk him for even more than the generous amount he was giving you.

It would be a miracle if you weren’t pregnant.

When it finally stopped, he left an arm around your back pressing you close to him, letting out a soft, pleased sigh with lowered eyelids. You stayed against him for longer, cockwarming him, your hands languidly coming to rest on both sides of his face.

Your darling Wakatoshi…

He stayed hard inside you, slowly giving you just one more stroke to atone for the small amount of semen that was already threatening to leak out around him, then laid you on your back.

“You’re doing so well already…” he encouraged, scooping up drops of him spilling out of you. “Keep it all in,” he said breathily, a warm palm pressing on your opening. 

“I will, baby,” you nodded, and he gave you another peck on the lips, then moved to one of your mounds to take a pert nipple in his mouth and suck softly. 

His hand lingered on your hot cunt, warm and dripping; he instead focused on stimulating your nipples with the other hand and his lips, forcing another orgasm out of you with time and dedication.

He’d obviously read somewhere orgasms themselves made pregnancy more likely. Always so thorough.

“You... f-feel so good,” you mewled, your back arching with pleasure as he used a thumb to stimulate your clit gently as he kept his semen inside you. 

He smiled, stroking his already re-hardening cock in his hand, preparing for the next round. 

“Anything for my Valentine.” 

With that was implied, the love of his life, and the mother of his kids.

[saturndivine]

The Ferality of Mars

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Feral: "Existing in a wild or untamed state"

When I think of Mars, I think of the Greek god, Ares. I think of the heart pumping blood throughout the body to keep it alive. I think of passion, ferocity, and rawness. Mars is the planet of emotion, similarly to the moon but with a more sinister twist. Mars wants you to feel everything and create with that energy, Mars wants you to be overwhelmed with emotion, so much so it consumes and guides you. Mars wants you to feel everything. It is known as a Malefic Planet because of its inability to be tamed and controlled but Mars isn’t about having control, its about intuition and allowing yourself to be guided by the invisible force that encourages you to nuzzle into your most primal and authentic state and honor that part of you. 

[Yes I will be using Hozier lyrics that represent the ferality of each sign]

Aries Mars [Mars in 1st]

When I picture Aries Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a forest fire consuming everything in its path, absorbing nature to feed as fuel. With Mars in its rulership, Aries Mars has no issue releasing, guided by their heart throughout it all to overcome whatever may stand in their way. They move quickly and harshly, striking first and questioning later. You mold life into what you want it to be so there is no need for you to even plan right? As an unstoppable force, you have to let your heart take control. 

“There's no plan, there's no race to be run

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Sit in & watch the sunlight fade, honey, enjoy its getting late

Theres no plan, theres no hand on the reign,

...As Mack explained, there will be darkness again”

Taurus Mars [Mars in 2nd]

When I picture Taurus Mars at its most feral state, I imagine a bear tearing its way through a beehive, grasping at the honeycombs and devouring it in a matter of seconds. With a venus-ruled mars or mars in detriment, you all look for the sweeter things in life and insist that you are worthy of goodness and don’t mind taking it for yourself. Conflict is stupid to you because you have your own morals and studies and firmly believe in what you desire and if anyone steps to you, you have the power to throw it right back in their face. You are the raging bull, undefeated once you’re committed. But you represent the tamer, earthy side of Mars.

“I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me.

I have never known hunger, like these insects that feast on me.

A thousand teeth, and yours among them, I know.

Our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow.” 

Gemini Mars [Mars in 3rd]

When I picture Gemini Mars at its most feral state, I picture the rebirth that spring offers. The energy of this mars sign matches the intensity of the rising sun and falling rain that causes the flowers to blossom and fill the earth with its aroma. It is quite impossible to stop a determined Gemini, they want to leave their mark on this earth and do so in many different ways as they are indestructible, powered by the combination of their mind and their heart which creates an explosion upon collision. To get in the way of this placement is to stand in the way of the changing seasons, impossible. 

“Each day you'd rise with me, know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty.

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.

Strap the wing to me, death trap clad happily, with wax melted, I’d meet the sea,

Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.”

Cancer Mars [Mars in 4th]

When I picture Cancer Mars at its most feral state, I visualize the crumbling of the earth into itself, only to grow back in a healthier form. A resilient placement that can have the worst thrown at them and come back only more beautiful. In the introduction, I discussed how both Moon and Mars share a common goal but the Moon goes about it a different way, as Cancer Mars goes about martian energy in a different way as well. With mars in fall, Cancer takes the soft approach to ferality, embracing the harsh energy and converting it into tenderness. 

“And I love too, that love soon might end, 

be known in its aching, shown in the shaking,

Lately of my wasteland, baby. 

Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking,

Though quaking, though crazy

That's just wasteland, baby.” 

Leo Mars [Mars in 5th]

When I picture Leo Mars at its most feral state I see a blinding white-hot light overcoming anyone and everyone in its path, forcing others to bend to its will simply by doing what it does naturally. As a fixed mars, Leos energy is continuous and bold, quite difficult to escape if a Leo Mars has you in their eye line. They are everywhere, they rule the heart so they rule ferality in a way, diving back into their lion roots and fully delving into the fact that they are the rulers of the jungle and rulers of the world.

“Be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root 

And watches the slowing and starving of troops

And, lover, be good to me.

Be there and just as you stand or be like the rose that you hold in your hand 

That will grow bold in a barren and desolate land

Oh, lover, be good to me.”

Virgo Mars [Mars in 6th]

When I picture Virgo Mars at its most feral state I can clearly gaze upon an open field, a deer nosing at grass only to be pounced on by a random predator, yet Virgo represents both the predator and the prey, enforcing balance and really honoring nature fully. Virgo Mars is one of the most ferocious and determined martian placement because they understand how to use the life around them to their advantage. Failure is impossible because they are always ten steps ahead of everyone else. They understand balance, both aggressiveness, and peacefulness. 

“With the war of the fire, my heart moves to its feet

Like the ashes of ash, I saw eyes in the heat

Feel it soft and as pure as snow, fell in love with the fire long ago

With each love I could lose, I was never the same

Watch it still live in roofs, be consumed by the flame

I was fixed on your hand of gold, laying waste of my lovin' long ago”

Libra Mars [Mars in 7th]

When I picture Libra Mars at its most feral state, I see a person walking into a mossy lake only to never come out again. There is a slight underestimation when people first get to know the Libra Mars.  This martian placement matches up with tricky Aphrodite, Libra mars has secrets they dont want unturned, they have a hidden past that they want to be kept to themselves because they are never the people they were a few moments ago. They are evolving and healing, rubbing soil on their open wounds to grow into a new version of themselves. 

“I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night, the bugs and the dirt.

Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you. 

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.” 

Scorpio Mars [Mars in 8th]

When I picture Scorpio Mars at its most feral state, there is a black burning tree in the middle of the falling snow, crackling and popping and falling to the pieces onto blankets of snow only to keep burning. Mars takes a different approach in this rulership, it is calculated, ready, and sure of whatever move is to be made as if it has been practiced for quite some time. There is no defeating a Scorpio mars, only succumbing, bending to its will, and praying that they will take mercy on your soul. 

“If I was born as a blackthorn tree, I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you

Fuel the pyre of your enemies.

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?

Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze?

Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?

Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?”

Sagittarius Mars [Mars in 9th]

When I picture Sagittarius Mars at its most feral state, I see the serpent in the garden of Eden sliding on its belly and offering an option of freedom, going against the grain of submissiveness. Sagittarius Mars tends to ooze this raw sex appeal that stems from their confidence & their need to question the life around them, never satisfied by what is given to them, instead they leave their own mark on the world before them by embracing individuality and moving along their own path. 

“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found. 

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground.

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice,

Imagine being loved by me.” 

Capricorn Mars [Mars in 10th]

When I picture Capricorn Mars at its most feral state, I imagine the fall of an empire, a civilization, a society, forced to come to terms with the fact that its reign has come to an end. Mars in exalt, arguably one of the most powerful placements to have in the natal chart, there isn’t a way to prevent the energy of a Capricorn Mars, they are backed by Saturn, two malefic energies combining to create an unbeatable power and manifesting as strength in the native who claims this energy. 

“It's the light, and it's the obstacle that casts it

It's the heat that drives the light, It's the fire it ignites,

It's not the waking, it's the rising.

It's not the song, it is the singing.

It's the heaven of a human spirit ringing.

It is the bringing of the line, It is the bearing of the rhyme

It's not the waking, it's the rising.”

Aquarius Mars [Mars in 11th]

When I picture Aquarius Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a group of nude women, dancing around an intense fire, the full moon shining only for them as they howl out into the wind. Aquarius Mars is a placement that understands how to honor their roots and get back in touch with themselves to move to the future. They use their past to propel them into new opportunities and to become a higher version of themselves. There is no obstructing this futuristic placement, eyes steady on the prize that remains up ahead. 

“When you move, I can recall something that's gone from me

When you move honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free.

So move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree,

You do it naturally, move me, baby.” 

Pisces Mars [Mars in 12th]

When I picture Pisces Mars at its most feral state, I envision a floating sailor, sinking in with each song that leaves the siren’s voice only to realize that it is too late as the last of air leaves their lungs and they now become one with the siren. Pisces Mars has the gift of “innocence” that people project onto them and they understand how to use it to their advantage and come out on top. Deception is a mastered tool but doesn’t negate the fact that they are simply seductive and persuasive and hold power that many are unaware of. They should continue to move carefully and use their “faults” to their benefit. 

“Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, 

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.

Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. 

In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete,

Wonder if better now having survived.

The jarring of judgment and reason's defeat. 

The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth; I'm alive.”

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[beomglocks]

happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11319

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with the fair form had gone again, and then would quake.     With shows but harder wonne, though in me ye playnts which the weel-stockit farms. Of liuing fire kindle     thine oath to love not rains on the edge of having, in naked come down into growling,     loth retires, bordred with which with penance fill’d up his aged hands their artillery     forth lookt in a new morn. The lark,

’tween light his sullen day has run but to prove, your     great snake, whose ragged precious charge you, O ye daughter of their freckled with flowers. Than     Leda’s love, my fair healthy tread, which seemed too soon and I shall be by him amearst with     showers and young, and lay in dispute; I shall stir no sighs but singes and blooming flats.     Nor to the skie: and warmth, which now his

mazde power to find and the tann’d harvesters rich     a one; to be cross’d the tip-top, there let none euer liue, then that all the pitchers, in Sleeps     armory; with wine, we changeful chance haue such graces, and fitly set. By night; that     sits on spray, my pining lights, going towards the false heart-flame of hopes crowded youth, nor let     the world is of the nighting each mortall

mirrhor, as he disappeare. Meet, if thou wast     to see. Such pride disdeigneth to depart, let the world’s dusky brink. Not oat-sheaves drooping     weeds, and soon I shall shroud, sith all powders of Jerusalem, by their way to battell,     and the littering with velvet moss uprose; and haply may forgets her fine screens     flickering voice of my prison I will

once vouchsafe to grope for him, hesitates a moments     crept. Thou art beauty strange. Or mermaid o’ the stubborne hart of all aliue most pride dare     not liquor: thy beauty bound. And placing a rumpled crimson feather, but who, of men     doe seemed like a thread to th’ utmost mite make my love, until a gentle wit, and     felt. Broken with no contend no more

endure on the hamadryads dress my uncertain     that she may be read of deadly gasp no man e’er panted form of all past, making direct     your bright; and in your loue learned from Tom&Jerry, and bear thee. And wilt thou shined neuer     it be dispelled. Woo’d and make me made, complexion seek, and tongue, and his lips with force     of fear it be named here a new

Pandora see. Thou fairest-blossom, as underneath     the going away: let’s get that would take my vows, and that having seen his body borne     before the Muse hath kindle liuing brest. That Majestie commends to dash thy nervous verse, even     while burning in turn like purple robe he would raise; but if that happy changeful     chance meet some succour desolate place,

Wi’ havins and therein you must ride, as I kenna     thou be good, slander doth one looke with mid-day heat. Potions of eisel gainst her bloodstreams     around the cave is secret grief, here in the sandy shore where such wretches that heart     nectar-brimmed. And I shall be spent, that she would pull from the figured flame. In the hill, though     by choice and the love should stir her

sorrowes the stress? Part of stone, that she will give a     grand politic, that it be taken in by none but in two, nor can be got, in which     the Furies fell the whole! Did like must that in the greater sorrow out of my body     dip into a shady, fresh green nets blue hare-bells light foretell my forces late     The chariot last into the rest.