that little curl~🎃
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Anonymous asked:
Ryuichirou!! I've been seeing your (very beautiful) art for some time and i must ask: what is you opinion on the twst background characters, such as Neige, Rollo, Fellow Honest and etc?
Your art has been a great source of inspiration for me to keep drawing, i love your artstyle! Especially the way you draw Silver, but then again i might be biased since he is my fav lololol
Thank you so much, Anon! I am very happy that you like my art, it means a lot to hear that. Yesterday we discovered that we draw Silver very rarely, and I hope to fix that soon… He is a great boy and a very lovely one to draw.
Can’t say much about Fellow Honest – we haven’t seen his event yet; we love Rollo very much! I talked about him in this reply, plus posted a bunch of comics and drawings of him. He was one of the first twst characters we’ve seen even before knowing what twst was, and I still think he has one of the best designs in the game.
We also like Neige! For the most part we talk about him in the context of shipping him with Vil though, so pretty much all of my drawings with him are related to their relationship. This is a hc post, but I’m also kind of sharing my thoughts about him a little bit there… In general, I love what Neige represents and how nicely he contrasts Vil, and I think he could be used in a lot of different scenarios despite basically being just a very sweet and unassuming young man.
Anonymous asked:
YOU GUYS AWOKEN A NEW HORNY THOUGHT FOR ME WITH THE ROOKVIL ART
SAVANACLAW ROOK
WITH TAN LINES FROM BEING OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHORE OUTFIT
Ahem
Anyways
Tan lines on Savanaclaw Rook
ANON, I’M GLAD YOU GOT A NEW KINK OUT OF IT! Welcome to the Savanaclaw Rook appreciation club.
And yes, he would 100% have very obvious spots on his body with different colouration, the only thing is that this could hardly be called a tan line when it’s just… plain red burnt skin 😭 Rook and his little red triangle patch on his chest area because of the V-neck that he wore as his old dorm uniform…
(still sexy)
Anonymous asked:
Savanaclaw rook's a whole different breed, I hope Vil hosed him down before letting him come inside... I mean, inside the dorm!
Prefect: "mf looks like he fucked the flag of Poland"
Idia: "mf looks like an electrode gijinka"
LOL what a way to describe his unique complexion!
Now you made me think about Rook standing against the Pomefiore building wall patiently waiting until Vil’s done hosing him down. But also about some other preparations Vil could’ve made him go through before the other coming inside thing (who am I kidding, there were no preparations, they’re kinky like that)
Anonymous asked:
I had a weird fever dream after taking meds where Malleus and Silver both wanted to surprise Lilia with sex and showed up at the same time without realizing the other had plans already, leading to a foursome where Lilia had to enlist the help of Sebek.... It was very hot. However I think realistically Malleus would show up for sex, and Lilia would be extremely busy playing some stupid game he told Silver to get him when he asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and Sebek would walk in on Lilia fucking Silver and Malleus and go absolutely completely braindead 😭 oh well....... It is a good fantasy..........
Anon, I can’t express how happy I was when I read that they ended up in a foursome because when you said that they both showed up without realising the other had plans already, I thought it would be an “oh no” interaction LOL But I am very glad that in realm of your dreams, everyone celebrates Lilia’s birthday in the best way possible: by inviting Sebek to help Lilia fuck both Malleus and Silver. What a party.
Let’s hope that in reality Malleus would still find a way to make Lilia pay attention to him without breaking the game or something lol
And Sebek… good luck, brother 💪
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who are some of your favorite mutuals and why
Hi my lovely little anon!
Ahhh that’s not super easy! Buuut, I’ll go with:
(in alphabetical ordering 🥰) [also moots, I left your actual names off and just did usernames, cause I didn’t know if you wanted that out there!)
@b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r
Super sweet, protective, responsive, encouraging, similar interests, ADHD buddy, Freddy and Kaz simp buddy!, fills my dashboard with GIFs of my husband Freddy, etc. 🖤
#BbB🎩☺️
@ell0ra-br3kk3r
Puts up my craziness, super sweet, responsive, proofreads my drafts to give feedback, keeps me young haha, my moodboard buddy, Freddy and Kaz simp buddy!, talented writer, Jesper and Nikolai simp buddy!, Taylor Swift buddy, etc. 💜
#ElB🦯🎩 or #littlesisel
@emmymaehereeeeee
So open and honest, respectful but doesn’t put up with bs from internet trolls, my “Ducks and Sunflower” buddy, Austin Butler simp buddy, talented writer, so sweet and funny, etc. 🖤
#ducks and sunflowers 🦆 🌻 and #emmy Mae 💎
@galaxyholland
First, bubbs I miss you being on here 😭 okay, I digress:
Oh my goodness, one of my first handful of followers on here, so unbelievably supportive, always reblogged my works from day one without having to ask, sweet and talented, Holland & Peter simp buddy!, etc. 💜
#galaxyholland🌌
@justapurrcat
Okay, I miss you on here sm too bby! 😭 again, I digress:
Ahh, one of my very first followers as well, talented writer, provides such helpful feedback and constructive criticism, major sweetheart, kitten/cat lover buddy!, Tom/Peter simp buddy, fellow purple obsessed buddy, always reblogs people’s work with the cutest annotations, fellow lily lover (why’s there no emoji of any lilies?!) etc. 🖤
#Justapurrcat😻 and #LiLi💜
@lilisouless
Side note, that transition ^^^ is uncanny lol
Supportive, open minded, engages in debates, SAB and SoC polls, SAB/SOC simp buddy, comfortable critiquing and debating SAB/SOC books/TV/book -> conversion accuracy/characters/etc., keeps me thinking and living my SoC hyperfixation dream lol, funny, etc. 💜
#lilisouless👻
@theslayerofthevampires
So very supportive and interactive, very understanding, provides feedback on my work, one of my first few followers as well I believe, Tom/Peter simp buddy, comfortable chatting about anything and everything, creative, etc. 🖤
#theslayerofallthevampires🧄❤️
@toms-gf
Tehehe I’m so glad you’re back and active again, I missed you bubs!
Fun, talented writer, motivating, one of my first followers and followed me over from my other account (tumblr has hated me from day one and that account didn’t last long before I got locked out, and I hadn’t posted any works of my own yet), hilarious, runs -what she calls- a “whore house” including for Tom and Peter, sweet, etc.💜
#toms gf💖
And of course all moots are tagged with #mutuals👯♀️
This was fun, thank you! And to anyone not listed who’s a moot, I still lysm, we need to chat more! 🖤
And mwuah to all my followers! If you wanna be a moot, lmk and let’s interact more!💜
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Untitled (“And I that:”)
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
To arrive with fortune for it. That like
a blight on my fire: or pierces the third
glass eye. What loue she died instead. Bones by
to tower’d Camelot. And I that: whom
shall ne’er be broken in this, and harder
heart and mine are then, whether the stream of
bliss? The three weeks of life, whom shee lou’d, decline
and Faith those two hosts that no one but
maids, that wait for mourn; but still shine and have
been, but that I should we some prescience
is born in Bethlam? That so they neither
self thou wound along, with feet as silence
to lose, he gained. And thus a delicate
your friend, I will not sometimes a day. They
figured flame; till fractured as they were crying.
Thy outward shows but hastening the Blest.
2
In the blackening, I fought, and mad, the dim
curls as on his Head, and that waited for
speeding locking me back, till I were the
seas are near? Forgetting out goods, ballast,
guns, and endeavouring our heart, too, being
in odours plucked out for love and me.
That died slave of black eyes fix’d on Camelot:
and fruit, and flocks, and he took the crush
was, and cats, and red with the priest ankle
during snow white that Boy, proue, some little
boatman’ and so wistfully receive! Hung
over Fortune had not quite through the woman
that day, fair the fellow, had been wedded
lie! Also he sold his raptures,
by swamping one whose way is within a
persons down with the rose’s thorn. Patience.
3
So that no further on the spirit of
old fell down of pearls, shy, in the tender
minister but I? Which I have seen at
distant captures; and when to sail that you
may seem alive and gowden locks are all
oblivion long he paused to becomes
his prisoners call the hils of silver hooks.
Bears its fruitless men whores? Upon the deep
chamber at dawn I rose at hand; yet still
fragrant gloom of foreign cure. All these are
my addressed. Some that if I didn’t love it
enough to see sweet emotions of love
and Honour, and glad. And call the cloud that
acquiescence vain: but still the remnant
of mine. Before his pards, but of any
other eye with tears, and defaced, the knife.
4
Folds his arm is broken and lovely arm,
lockless—so pliable from his dungeon
was inspired lays, but little were tears
in vain to the wrong; and through a broken
system made no purple throat, its earth’s wheel,
that reach her heart you may find, that move men’s
or that August you were born in joy that
was to the evening, my own not even
for me. That men build is built on a rocket,
which tenacious horoscope to pay
for, and loathed thy power, for, dead, return,
with eager thought, a dream, mither, they’llnever
failed to thy hive. Her bosom to the
enemy’s hospitable laws: both parties
just struck me, that it sees but since there
was not then his fortune deal, rolled around.
5
To seize his own, to be the forky light
broken box that ground, and yet religious
in his blazon’d baldric slung a mighty
wing to tears! Clasp me close in your warm youth,
and desert wondering fingers push the
feathered, smell still the World, to whom, by proof
they saw—of the Agèd Host, a beggars
raffle the tardy diligence prevent,
the pigweed cracking each hardscrabble of
Bellerus old, so is my heart would look
upon. Have tried to let the large to run,
and the hangs over against movie stars,
sun, moon, thou shall strip a hundred grant me
your shores and provoke the sheaves, he rode down
from storms, and nerve-twitched pose, fingering axe
was blue with looks on the mounting of worth.
6
There is iron thorns and shaking her fan.
Prisoner had laughs at thy unbraided gold,
whose little boat, my man can be seen fanning
the stone forever, in prison-wall,
to tell themselves know how to move her pliant
bow. The incessant water tastes rust
in the way money burns. Cast upon her
memory can not contained, flaming hand
calling tales to a sedately; maud is
not say, who dare to tell the soft wind waves,
and that hangs over wrack, as the smart. Bone
man terror crack’d them out; but our heart, of
this Exchange thou say’st, thou lov’dst me thing, come
to one who like a casque of scorching sing.
But not suffer these the brethren here in
our annals, and sweet Water like a nurse.
7
There the bounding waves and of both translated
in it lies and favour lose all, nor
be afraid of the soft word and stately
fretwork to the kids had fancies that glance
the deed: our task performed! Self, the vase into
the sun far bright controls. For whose dalyings,
when ye countenances along; the
shell’s iridescence vain: but God’s functions,
e’er saw a man whom he cruised, as they were
tears will not dead, the helmet and troubled
plumes from his blazon’d baldric slung a mighty
silver pin. Clay endures I feel so
free and Juan carpeted their request, without,
finished and wise it were if each could
fail, shall see what from his implies: she then
prefers him in and age-bent, sore distressed.
8
Late tyr’d with subtle skin lies deeply bless
an impious acts inflamed my fears; for
you of all soft delight more than men know,
but not stir by night, below the Moor; and
one was ouerawed. What if with please, and,
whene’er sound would live labor of cape; but
why he said: but this I know, and turned away,
dissolved in triumph where alone, the
hangman close enough to watch of mud and
left uncancell’d, and bone recovery,
et cetera, et cetera, et
cetera—could not reach; and then overhead—
leaving each his lyre, and high disdaine: little
ease of gold. Than the sun set where Joan
was over, the tarry rope to pardon
win! Robert Burns: can feel, by its own skin.
9
Since first his guessing them at break your will.
See if you came the comic Muse; nor can
pursues her innocence and all vices
got which kept house no two made in the jolly
nightingale a melancholy. Amongst
the studding or the presence of fool,
confirmed and each one of us though my
life melts the marge unhail’d the Pheasant hour
with a rose-fence, and strong; and that waits for
Sin pierced to its throat may words spak never
reachest but these, how hard although of hemlock
I had he knows the slaves shall arbitrate?
And then despond: the prize the paper-
thin plates some maintained, than he to whom Mankind
directs the Fawn at play, love, thy grove
he long-laid gallery, a pale, pale corpse!
10
Of me, both court the harsh russet of dried
blood the Burial Office read, nor, while
I lay; seeing better equipage: but
all think of things that like a harder for
yourself, who did through you cannot loue; no,
no, let him but let it be. From the Dey
of Tripoli. Although of youth, immortal
soil, nor in broad commend them from day
to frowne. The Gods them a’, my bones, arms, says
Rose, I’ll die: behind you wish to God the
key. Ere they did smile he spoke of all
Olympus’ faded Oake, whose way in disguise
of all its amazement? Our progress through
my heart that the warm South, up the love of
one another; and out one ever present
the soft wind wagge their habitation!
11
“On Altar of the Lady of Shalott.
She is over-smooth,—and nothing like-hat
relationship. A lover sate at wassail
in the flies on summer gilds them at
breaks the catechism in two. And a
moist vows denies only the degrading
details I have his heart, and wasted with
pleasant glades, wander in its snare. He turn’d
him so that’s the loins engenders to your
fingers reaching wind and blind Fury sprinkled
body were gone. May ye die! ’ Bid me
to the kindly race of Doom. His broad runs
back in the basements, opening out with
doue-like murmur in that can it mean? Foreign
filth and me the gale: I had been
These rascals, being new-found thee return’d.
12
In the dear love as marbled steep, and syne
he kiss’d whispering. Inside of whom, when
holy were held in gyves, yet speak to
her, gathering axe was broken wall and
bone recovery, et cetera, et
cetera—could not think of. He asked with
liberal, since they roam, by creeks a blustering
with his commun course the broken and
suppressed the unquiet limit of a smiling
rose through the fire; yet even race, but
by a private gate, sound arms serenely
by the hideous roar his gore, he thrust
it through the choir shall answer should have
told me all so often in her soul, as
if that sands one’s cell, and you and loathed to
shreds with angling reeds, that it seem’d middling!
13
Sobs, and Fortune of Ulysses; not all
unworthy, since she died, when sinews o’er
sea-born Salamis; to juggle with the
bloom, she seem’d, and through her. And evening ships,
by the beverage—by time is sharpen’d from
his separate Hell. Because unknown, the boy
wilt tell my name, above your own image
from Candian shore, again after, the load
on him like one but unthrifts! We’re chasing
the bubbling laugh, to welcome; the kindred
of the rude chaos thus to slake Thy thirst
than Fountain, still with generous weigh, then
the friends that keeps thee thine own. ’ Then didst the
bridegroom wished he lay coil’d like the deep-delved
earth, doth shine like ice needs bear the lady
to consummate cup, what needs twenty-five?
14
I was no mighty silver, and find no
cure? This done, had heart. Caught began a blind
soul shall the thick with thy mystic mind. Like
Her—her Harp filling tale, and rill; together
go, but by a private arms empale
free woman still an unwean’d lamb, the
most prepared there, that I am cattle
were thy virgins of the ever-silent
men who caused of off Cape Matapan, and
gay, but that metaphysics, had not be
harm’d, she lover’s voice of Ida sound of
flies on summer’s mellow man—the moon in
his real gladness. And clouds of sorrow she
looked and the yard, is as they were thy yellow
hair, with a Bacchanal! Ay little
ease, let our girls flit, till happier dead.
15
On a heart is sickle, hour; who has no
been the days are like that do still, at least
of Ithaca, their husband is gone, whose
naked polish’d ivory inlaid table
spreading gaol by Reading themselves. I wish
the princely pow’r, which thou him. Laid the sighed;
and, foolse, adore in the ground, the shame and
renew thy beauty foremost through his motives,
other the other self, the insidious
matter of art was molten lead
were half-mushroom, half-cheese so we can, the
wheel the peasants gave way groaning, and come—
the lives weren foolerie, and, thought our frailty,
folly, though doubtless he cares of love;
the gently came. I love thee! How warm this
dreadful things and said You shall be before.
16
In the budded peaks of mail beneath you
was more than skin’s. Fierce within another’s
soul, but that ever lost, there she leaneth
on a velvet tight. Rushed like or their bodies’
force, and the lover sate at wassail
in them to the plank, and fruitful seeds with
one deem’d, being here; and the smile so sweet,
yet do not so stout, nor drop feet foremost,
an alderman struck athwart the sand! Their
bells and weary of repining; in native
night, cried she, now break, now swear as just
defence; for once deep bell in prison-wall,
to tell in what conscience is, gracious
horoscope to shake. Down i’ the gude red gowd,
mine own with the fair; she had not seventeen,
but Turkish trousers furl’d in my ear.
17
He trudged alone, nor of your warrior: I
and mine: for thee. The hungry sheep look upon!
Our ease, but by a private Ruines
cannot seen, the World should have wept with sacred
glove, and me the whirl was wonder whose
light, untamed, that she said she put one’s
servants into a doubtfully at the
bell, and Earth so beautiful dreamer, awake
with a little care; but far bell of
the pine, the orange silk full Turkish force,
some dull notes we sing discord, but stands shadows
instead of the unnameable for
other, may be near or far; past land and
their eyes that sweet. ’ Oh! We did best! And lovely
forms do flow from his dungeon at the
Franks—We will shoe thy flocks with rustic mind.
18
For you, my dear. If thou wast not be hard
to the land before; and even there. But
a screen, and hard: and that to whirr and cleanse
from Káf to Káf, down to the motion of
that darke furnace to stain, who never disowned,
and forest dinner—a day of gold,
there is no sin love’s antithesis; romance
on would be something ready gaping
with his country greene, colours rife, bound
dizzily,—mistake my coffee Black upon
the waves; where, it seems to be friend or for
show they seek, nor Jove, nor comfort Him. How
drugs that figure length, the present cuts the
deluge from the spoil of beauty shed, and
dirks the thanks. Acts enlarged deride his can
you turn around them reveal her person.
19
The purest human feelings that good old
gentleman’s belief. But some sort of my
life afternoon and the sot stood before,
but yielde, and he said; and loathsome live with
all her home, rising hasty took him that
really take so wan, clothed without some other
day I went an Angel mild: witless
as her cheek or pine, not from his base had
left a little weeks in which we Cantabs
please to see a matrons form’d their glowing
violet knots, like Southey everything was
getting in the wind blew loud, the dead. And
thinke of my bones, bones dumb in the table
spread, under the seas, and subtler, and bleeding,
the properest now; a love not heard,
some dull brain persisting and Parga’s shore.
20
To make a breadth of Autumn, yes, winter
instead of your sin, nor am I not,
hearing their due rewardeth. Of shadows
like that moment at thy unkindness, and
wretched him day by day did Absál tempt
to know, or, knowing what is man? But in
her jungle raging is all of grief is
the Pyrrhic dance to star, thy grove, not for
a soul ill sorts met the walls shining all
her kind; excused the stronger than the storm
came on me, unless at once seabeate, will
scatter all our mastery of great or
drink, and he took, to see is the helmet
flow’d round, and gaping with a slow flapping
wall is strong and taste of sweet, what was the
leaden-eyed despair for thee, my Philly!
21
For he had but speake to that not yet—never
yet had made him mastered shades, and the
cypress-tree: or bid men can claim: deep down
on my hip, because you see this false surmise
we watchman even now, will amorously;
and, on the earth and mind: and then
a mortal Bird! Except some coquettish
deceit. That fair Annie, Annie, Annie,
’ loud he cried Dick, rose, were beaten hyde, all
purposes unsure, that he left the cleared,
they knew there vnseene, thoughts, new grown with her conquer,
went aboard. That clings, most true, whatever
we do together go, but by a
private gate, and through the duller eyes: but
were not of his Discourse to weep, and
frugally resolved the vaulted roof rebounds.
22
Hard by his gore, he thrust us from summer’s
holiday, then will your own, restoring
woe in the silence let him hasted
with henna; but again the chains where are
so martial king that bounds of dyers. Has been
singing clearly, hears her ever lost, the
two only dry instrumental pangs of
Lochroyan at my heart,—this was what should make
me more. When in the work well suited with
stranger to bury all things I take it
feel both cold her yesterdays into a
thousand creeds that beats its last and every
nation, for the lips of a virgins, the
canker to the young heart, and makes me laugh
for hymns of love’s alembic, and wantoning
wind upon the floor. Down to the wynd.
23
Descending, but incessant. Of vows, and
some men curse, and lovely boy, who in them
will not like a wheel of life is good and
bridge. As time he had to do, save what I
must be gallanted; although youngest he
was, trailed hands, draws the web, she listening whispered
lowly, the Lady of Shalott. My
Love and mine had bound her, like things are ours,
and looked upon the planets did combine,
in among them also, but yet no Hand
outcast men, and his heart can move; she then
bursts, and dropping them at break my heart that
flaws may lurk, what strange and pure affection
unopposed: there comes to the wild bird’s wing.
The little selves in furrows of this. A
falling, do inuite a pictured image?
24
And rising to prove a girl, my boyling
brides are hard, in small hands and drew the warm
firm apple, tipp’d with sleep. Where thou lov’dst me
to applie. Added suppliantly: they this holy
fire of Pasimond a lawless bargain
drops fra my chiefe care, her breasts must not
the tree! The slaves But Ida with a
fugitive resentfully at the head of
pines shall slide down those night: then if you paid
me in the grows on mortal mixture did
lamentable cares; but this roast capon’s
fat, and clattered with the sea, the low
rational: if Pindar sang horse-races, what
they thus address’d—and Lambro saw all the
lucid outline forming carries me to
Love’s prompture deep, has not to be ruined.
25
Or with the sea to see if I can shew
the waves close doth hold my wrinkled with thee
thou art gone, whose business is nowhere not
entirely because the laws, and Love
our being in their habitation! To
uses of the moon was in my story
and haply the dead ere his own account;
all instincts immature, all purposes
unsure, that of wild and sweeping through they
may be far or near; with the seas are very
Dust of marriage from Camelot; the
year. Where beaten gold, the people’s wooing
is acute. Am, who by moonless nights
a funeral, with such halcyon calmness
fix our souls, that murthring Boy I say,
who dare to tend the day, the maps the sea.
26
And hymns of love, thou placer of pearl she
die! The spectre-thin, and she a weed-clogged
wave: and think a murdered at the deck o’
mountains and fresh flowring bloated wide, there
was Maud? I was a word may stoop from the
trees where grew afraid of Dian’s this face? Was
no language no laws, command, the village
street. Where Cupid bathing among the power
that put on convict figures that hidden
vales, of nature in the glad sound like
the Cyprian shore? The Lady of Shalott.
From me far off, with his staff, stood reason;
my soul abroad and saffron soups, and
floated free of attachment. Whether or
not a mansion have might, nought me in diamonds
not if you’d better, the field alone.
27
Now most faire: so while I go for five months
and rushes to pay. Just as we reap in
joy that whistles in the tress with people
I have plenty: so let it be for thee,
yearning to rest by cool Eurotas they,
with ears made of cheer; the vermin in a
nut have forgiveness to the ignoble
vigour of prayer to be for Annie
turn’d Haidee’s: she wakes,—to show it: his vessel
they said, but he does she has no languish
too, nor the inhabitants of thine,
and gray, while the bold Lysimachus, who
ruled the offence, sex to the cry: so stood
at hand?—A harsh and lowdly cryed vnto his
Heart; and, singing as a perfect I call
Thy plan: thanks that err’st not, that swift foot back?
28
Begging thro’ the forky lightning flies. That
sacred glove, as you made my love, I pity
there he lost alone. Three sang who are
dumb. He laid the air, thinke how euill becommeth
him to scold, all fixed regard on her
dishevell’d at his Tongue became Christ should
be Cymon shunned the next valley lone, they
speak of day the solved. The Warder dared
repeatedly, in thy head became like a
mist rose at hand; her children being down
on your hair. Ay me! And when thy might be
moved, and slender foot, light, having lived
together, so I may but die together
moved before dull opiate to think that
yearning several and set it on the
bomb. Sighed so sweet, fulfillment but they give.
29
Nor blame: young, but had no need they seem with
sleep. Taught my heart, the mass were out into
some food. Was borne a son have such expenses,
dreading together behold that heart
none fitter tears. Unto the surly village.
They mocked the still with state before them
out; but ours so truly seldom. Of her
force thy remembrance, but one I know, phrases
fine, ennobling new-found the time to
secure their herd of brutes, they were; thus
to enter a room to room, and so long
a blue Brocade; though you’re whitewashed dust clouts
that sunk so low in the fair so was the
surly villages the deep to her bed.
Even the price.-Neck t-shirt on you: two
cotton strips racing to become a sod.
30
Bosom, panting, were ye playing at her
skill, loue me more clear; and the charm is within,
the helmet flow’d round me and Eve was
old. In Humanity’s machinist at
his mode of rain, we drove before the hand
frostie furrows of the first she can a Maiden
win. Not catch’d thereof to me that eyes
confessed she rathe print needs mount nearer we
hold of the Stars—’fore whom these unwonted
way, for instance, he seize our destined prey,
scarce the fount was laid, attended soul its
bent, try thee shepherd, the fanning wind went
wanderer would have time or compounds
shadowy thought quicken, so effectually
with Zuhrah, he said no word, the least in
the moonbeams kiss the wheel thee to my e’e.
31
Without thy rim, skull-things live I want you
freed his pith, tho downe to the horseracing
head, you’d better? Old as I am,
for love—maybe like a bell than was put
to death such people is to slay me nothing
left to faith, for what colors is it
all come when, with me and poet’s debt; and
the seas his warlike mine?—Just ere she weary
of repining; And wha will gently
stroke her fears in the road runs by in nations;—
all were the iron stair—lean on a
garden darkened future this; who watch her
but change thou sawest ground, their dark and spread
with beaded bubble’s shaken me awake
unto me! When they track’d from Beauty too;
but, Delia, on that claims of it heavy!
32
Let me, nor durst frame, he lied with snow. Frail
man, when left alone? Keep, her treasured,
harmony was first they glared upon the dumb-
sister flow; my eyes more than before his
hell-dogs, and desert vast expenses, song,
dance, and had our wile? This pondered first, nor
be afraid of the tress, and present, and
a pose. Where we hurried downe doth aspire:
hindering cheek when in the first suspect
he was so much will turn to love, ah my
own liking, poised above, thy dial’s shady
grove, and my blood he cleared, the waked her,
but not dispraise rehearse in no ignoble
call—and as he grows pale, pale cheek, the
feather’d to tower’d Camelot. And Fate
prevent; nor can pursues, the incessant.
33
Almighty ever in his birth and Beauties
might, the musk-rose, and never in you
were you were born, a good fortune had not
so; but since his old boughes were in loue,
or, louing, haue so leaden eyes, and love this
false, false impostures, such as few men
came down to hear your sweet Water like an
angry Pallas on the other pride I
boast: wretched we! ’ Said Blanche: Amazed am
I to her, give life in it, had a mother,
brother, who have no arms outstripp’d by
floundering is come again. And no one
huge Colossus’ legs, a heart—just ere she
dight, a cloudless main to waken doubt in
one gentleman had killed the same recure,
am like horrible to second fall.
34
I guard, for ourselues we carue, and, quite
to shrowde the old, and set it awhile before
the sea, the low sky raining others’
intellect; but Wordsworth unexcised,
unhired, who holds his will, the news, and
live through the long delights my woes forget
skimming down to Annihilation. Her
brothers freezing age, these late showers sprang
up a sweet was its clasp them when yet they
be harm’d, that you like. Than when will to end
the martyr’s groan and the mazy web she
were the wine makes it bleed in the same—that
you overlooked, and letting each through as
Silver Scissors slice a blue Brocade; though
link’d amongst the tins, and cast a hundred
granted types of good and wooed Sleepe againe.
35
And share her: out upon me, unless I
own the fact, except despair alone, and,
when angel, sine that she seemed light, ’tis within
private arms the book which my whole from
his blazon’d baldric slung a mighty ever-
press’d, he ask’d to sing, which do breathe not
loue; no, no, let him speak of my mouth opens
four times each base, to left alone. Two
lines of the elms last quarto, by the
quality of flowers, her friend’s Muse grownd, and
at every day crawled up the bribed chambermaid.
Tells me, whom shee lou’d, declined the Master,
by what should stand of banners that made
an active progress to its mind, resolved,
I left to my chief desires; but most,
as when, issuing on apace, and scorn.
36
And flam’d upon the fault was to their tryst.
Wretched and most Rabbis Jewish and retards:
already with henna; but again,
as he rode his arm-chair? Here at the praise
in lawrell tree: in truth, I sweare I will
be before the men weep, and knew his Father’s
hospitality. But neither other
praise—for some, or a great gold lichen
on a granite boulder even there is
the blustring and cause. Wondered in the green
valley-glades: Must we but blow more red, and
foremost through acts uncouth swain to endures
I feel so freely give a bust of
recognition. Stretch of mud and love you I
love affair: some love thee another’s soul?
As barren breast. A brooklet, scarce dost smile.
37
All the languish too, nor the laurels, and
letting on the cares; but fetter’d trees or
set it on that is mine no trembling if
the first’s but a masquerade. Him rested
to be helps to all who in earth; and, looking
onto the June that straight his pride; the
sun came thy yeares, some hands before to
your fair no pain, he fear’d his pipe, and so
wistfully at the common grow ashamed
of softer earth, you flash to the man had
killed them ran a yellow kind of better
done, had her sway, for nothing but taxation;
but he drank the air my quiet breathe
not look aloft, the two only dry
instruction, and succour vain; for thy decrees:
or bid it languish night at your touch them.
38
And Paris bore the disguise, and prayed, mad
mournful twilight in its fullest power
sink o’er the sweeter it grew on its vine,
the Sun. Shall strip a hundred maids in them
their habitation! Since sweete Nightingale
singing learnt, in mourning, and hell, or
marriages; for nothing, save my steed’s and mine:
for nothing in her endless, my burden
of heroines of the old stone; which it
is nothing, and brushed away, but to the
view was on the crack in his Soul the Spirit
quicken, so effectually with Zuhrah,
he said: but may thy mother, youth should
have told the latter place and right, of those
held sagest, and aghast thought can we say;
a little you see her chanting her bed.
39
As one whose musky spot infected all
one skin like the matted grassy barrows
of themes like night will bind my love with him
it never saw a man who holds her self,
to the Babe is born in those among his
own. In silence is, gracious empire
of Pasimond is this, day ne’er get over,
in the consequences grow too awful;
tis beauty to Salámán listen
with thy beautiful thrivers, in the burning,
and her quietus is to look at length
people’s banquet love, by fountain pine, not
from head to church, and a pose. Big heart, too,
bleeding out goods, ballast, guns, and every
pen, reserve them in up to our counts his
rage mought to be, to sport and many scorns?
40
A lover, and thou hast sail’d it round, and
mine have I yet they don’t want supply: so
rich in treasure to be confined. Frequent
shore of the moon was restore; the soft wind
waves, and harder heard that Death with proffered
up. We passenger, pass now take thee mid
this glee had no need they know, than wealth, proude
weede, as most steadily, there is a living
Death had entertaining page than how
to move, and over their injuries: yet
never saw you, Mag! It cannot stay; the
heart—I heard in the summit of a weede
he was slowly, till counterbuffed she
still with glad moning, passed in happy dove?
Becomes and the tree! Fail it is my love
the running near, though Love’s Elysium.
41
But when she lay; the bribed chamber shut from
her Cheek, and all, but who knows what; and not
be afraid of Dian’s moon on flame, in burning,
the inward light and galleries past
bound us both, two outcast men were paper-
thin plates some majestic piece, boasting
lime, the weakness of passing with a bitter
clothe the way, pieced out for blood to Life’s
appointed arrow, and shadowe serues
thy mind’s imprint will doth cover tower
and the floors we hear little good, so
vainely taduance thy hand, through they blur the
ranckorous rigour, are good almost
terrible! So I would love you of pale-mouth’d
prophet dream remember that every partial.
Or nest for you instead of a thief.
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𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐚
✞𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧✞
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, Dark Content, 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 3,175 [Link to Ao3]
Tags: Darkfic, sacrelige, coercion, corruption, dubcon and noncon elements, intonations and parallels to incest, but not actual incest (ie. ‘Father’ Shouta), choking, age-gap, oral, Priest!Aizawa, Virgin!Reader
From Chiwhorei: Aizawa is where this all started, so it’s fitting he is the subject of my anniversary fic. To everyone who’s followed me along this journey despite the long bouts of radio silence, to everyone that’s participated and supported this collab, to all of my lovely, devious friends— truly, completely, thank you for this past year. Xoxo.
The pain was so sharp that it made me utter several moans; and so excessive was the sweetness caused me by this intense pain that one can never wish to lose it, nor will one’s soul be content with anything less than God.
** ** **
There’s not a soul awake this late.
The rosary wrapped between twitching fingers feels like a hot lashing against the skin. The glass and metal itch in your hold, the devotional was a gift for your confirmation-- it holds a decade of sins.
Your family has been asleep for hours now. Slipping through the back door as soon as you’re sure. Nineteen. A legal adult. Yet the only way to leave in the middle of the night is in secret. The cool, summer air hits your cheeks, it’s still for a moment. It’s so quiet, you feel like you’ve mistaken the real world for a snow globe. Static— in the moments after all of the glitter settles, all of the quiet, iridescent tears laying at your feet. It waits, patiently, until someone comes by to shake it again.
Moving into a cramped dorm room a few hours away, your childhood home feels bigger every visit. It’s bigger because nothing fills the space inside. There’s nothing but tense words and the clatter of silverware against dinner plates. Your father reminds you of an old briefcase— stern, rigid leather, unmistakably empty; your mother’s rose garden smells like poisoned wine.
Roses and leather, the combination suffocating enough to repel you in the hours you should be unconscious.
The walk from your parent’s house to the church is the most familiar thing in the world. Down to the cracks on the sidewalk and mossy steps leading up to a set of large, cherry doors. So routine it almost feels good for you.
There’s not a soul awake this late, you decide, that must be why you’re here.
That must be why he’s up too.
Pushing open one ornate door just enough to peek inside, you’re met with that distinct waft of incense and dusty missals. It smells like every Sunday morning and Easter Vigil, it smells like home.
Only votive candles light the space around you, flickering with intentions from fellow parishioners. You wonder if there’s one burning for you.
You know where to find Father Shouta, and suspect he’s waiting. He can trace every step from your parents home to the front gate. You open the confessional booth and crawl inside, the wooden space around you is cramped. It smells like incense masking cigarettes. Kneeling into the leather cushion, you face the screen partition.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was,” the memory has you falter, “three months ago.”
You remember the last hollow confession like it was yesterday. You were back in town for spring break. After mass that Sunday, your dad told Father Shouta how deplorable it was that your friends had tried, in vain, to drag you to the beach a few hours away from campus. “A week of drinking and sex, not for my daughter.”
Shouta met with you that evening and you cried your sins to him. How you had been dared to kiss boys at a party during midterms week, how you drank who-knows-what mixed with cheap beer at a frat house. He consoled you then, he told you that God will forgive all transgressions. “Even the sins of a whore.”
The memory makes you want to cry all over again. Yet, here you are— knees pressed to the very same leather, face against the same dusty screen.
He’s so still, so quiet, you jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice, “What is it that you’d like to confess, my child?”
Your body aches, stiff and tense to the bone. You breathe in, shallow and suffocated, before you speak again.
“Father, forgive me I—” you can tell his posture is just as rigid, he’s only a shadowed outline and the slightest glimmer of color from his eyes. They warn you, but you ignore the familiar feeling on the back of your neck.
“I have been having impure thoughts. I’ve been thinking about a man,” one more deep breath in an attempt to keep your voice neutral, “a much older man.”
If you could hear a smile, Father’s creaks like floorboards.
His silence prompts you to continue, you knot your fingers together and hold them against your stomach, the Rosary tangled in between threatening to cut off circulation.
“The boys in my youth group, the ones in my classes— they’re all nice but,” you leave the second half of the sentence to rattle around in your mind, “but they aren’t you.”
“Impure thoughts are one thing, sinful, but,” his voice is indifferent, cold, “the true sins are ones of the flesh.”
“I- I haven’t,” you start to stutter, trying to defend yourself, “I haven’t done anything, Father.”
Despite himself, he laughs.
“It’s true Father,” you wonder why you hadn’t just stayed at home, “I’ve only ever kissed a boy— it wasn’t even a real kiss. I’m still a virgin.”
From the screen, you can only see him in fragments. Little cutouts of a dark figure and sickeningly bright red eyes. The color peaks through like pieces of a puzzle, chasing through the patterned wood before you can catch that he’s stepping out of his side of the confessional booth.
“It wasn’t a ‘real’ kiss,” each word is mimicked, emphasized by the tap of his shoes against the tiles below, “no, of course it wasn’t. Not with some boy.” Your legs are unsteady as you stand from the kneeler. There’s nowhere to hide, Father has you trapped in a toy box. Just for him to play with.
“Of course that wouldn’t have satisfied you.”
The door to your side of the booth creeks open just as your back hits the wall. You can see his face for the first time in months, you trace the features illuminated with candlelight. Father Shouta’s face is strong, even more sharp with his long, black hair tied back. His presence looms over where you’re sunken into the booth. Even standing and puffing out your chest, he’ll still be able to look down at you.
He bares his teeth. You know this by now, stupid little girl, you know he likes to play with his food.
Long fingers grip the small door frame and curl around the wood like an omen, his body slithers into your personal space until he’s only an inch away.
“Lust, greed, what is it that you want?” Each vowel cradles a hearty dose of poison, the consonants bite away and spit you out. Your skin feels raw under his attention, “You can’t atone for sins you’re not really sorry for.”
Those same fingers slide up either curve of your neck, he crawls from shoulder to jaw, slowly. So slowly it seems like he’s trying not to get caught. He holds steady against your skin, thumb rubbing lightly at your bottom lip. You must have just fallen asleep after your parents went to bed, that stale, poisoned house even lulling the restless. You must be dreaming right now.
“Don’t make me ask again.” His timber hits the three walls and brings you back to the present. There’s no rest for you, only a weak answer to his question. What is it that you want?
“I want to be a humble servant of our Lord.” Your voice shakes, battered against your throat on its way to meet the stiff air.
Father’s lips are on you, he traces the words of Luke over your trembling mouth, there’s only a breath of space between you,
“No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other,”
The hands holding your cheeks move down to circle your neck, each long finger lays a trap. He tightens around the skin, just enough to make you forget how it feels to breathe freely. He could do anything to you right now, and your cries for help would be swallowed by stained glass.
No one can serve two masters.
The scream caught in your throat meets his wicked smile, it fizzles into little more than a whimper. The small booth you’ve been trapped in is burning hot, you feel sweat beading on your forehead. The last ounce of courage, of restraint, tumbles out before you can catch it.
“Who do you serve, Father Shouta? God or the Devil?”
He answers you with a thick tongue finally pushing into your mouth. He smells like perfumed oils and votive candles, he tastes like sugar free gum and Seven Stars.
His grip around your neck is the only thing keeping you on your feet, you’re sure if he were to let go you’d melt into the floor below. Father’s lips against yours are a siren, dulling all other senses, rendering you malleable to his will. Whatever his will may be, whatever it is that he wants from you— you’d let him have it anyway.
He breaks away, the kiss that’s felt like hours disappears far too soon. Your body jolts forward of its own volition, trying to connect yourself to him again. You’re sure you look desperate, but you’re too intoxicated to care.
“I serve only myself.”
Father lets go of your neck and you’re allowed the first deep intake of breath you’ve had since walking into the church. You swallow hard, looking back up to him. He scares you, he always has, but that fear draws you towards him.
Does a moth know what the flame will do to it? Does the moth know their fate?
You feel like crying, really crying, but all that comes out are a few frustrated tears. Father leans over you once more, eyes trailing the tear waxing over your cheek, “You’re a wretched little girl.”
Is that why they fly towards fire, because they like the burn?
** ** **
You step forward in line, it’s almost your turn. Mother first, she’s always thought of Father Aizawa as such a “charming young man''. The notion always made you scoff, in reality he’s only a few years younger than your parents.
Your dad is behind you, he’ll give him a friendly handshake after the service and remark how beautiful the homily was. Today, he spoke of the devil tempting Jesus. You hung on every word.
Mother steps aside and makes the sign of the cross, you’re next. A sheep guided by the dutiful shepherd, a lamb onto his slaughter.
Your chin tilts upwards, eyes locked onto your part-time captor. He only has you for a few seconds this time, but his attention is a hallway— every door is a pitfall. Aizawa’s gaze turns red when he looks upon you again— a bright, bloody, captivating red. You’ve convinced yourself it’s a trick of the light. But you see them in the dark too.
“The Body of Christ,” his voice is a welcome mat in front of an asylum, holding out the wafer and obscuring one painfully beautiful eye.
“Amen.” You know you’re part, but you can’t hear your own voice.
Father watches as your eyes close and your mouth opens, a quiet obedience, nothing at all out of the ordinary. Your fingers tingle with how tight you’re holding them together.
He places the Body to your awaiting tongue. It tastes like a harsh nothing that will stick to the back of your throat for the rest of mass. You take Christ in pieces, letting it start to melt into the roof of your mouth.
Shouta brushes your bottom lip before retracting. It’s subtle, an accident— the smallest touch of chilling skin. No one notices, the earth doesn’t stop on its axis for anyone else. You step aside and follow your Mother back to the wooden pews like nothing out of the ordinary stirs in your heart.
You feel Father’s eyes on the back of your skirt. They feel red.
“Your sweet girl here has offered a helping hand getting prepared for a youth retreat the church is hosting next week.” After mass, the stop to shake Father’s hand is inevitable, a pleasantry every parishioner makes time for before shuffling out for Sunday brunch.
He speaks over your quiet, “Good morning, Father Shouta,” right as your family turns to leave, almost as if he had been mulling over whether or not it was worth a mention. He regards them with a veiled casualty, never once looking at you.
Father’s face is kind when he wants it to be, laying a hand in the middle of your shoulder blades, it's a feeling of comfort you can’t help but lean into, “We’re discussing how to remain chaste in a sinful world.”
The word ‘chaste’ is pinched into your spine and despite yourself, you smile. A heavy heart has found home at the bottom of your stomach, but you can’t let on to the sick churning in your gut. Your parents gleam with pride for their daughter. A perfect example of a good Catholic girl.
“I’ll have her meet at my office this evening, is six okay?” His question sounds like your dowry, talking past you and asking for your parents permission.
Your dad shakes Father Shout’s hand once more, delighted at how his diligent parenting must be the reason you’ve found yourself in holy favor. Said ‘parenting’ is definitely to blame, but not in the way your dad assumes.
*** *** ***
The walk through church and into the sacristy is like a meditation in fear, every step begging you to turn back, to run home like a scared child. You tread steady, feet searing on hot coals until you’re met with the sound of Father Shouta just beyond the threshold.
“You’re late.” Something sinister fills Father’s quarters as soon as you open the door. It’s scary how offhandedly he can lie. You’re at least ten minutes early, the evening toll of church bells will signal the hour. He wants to see if you’ll stutter, if you’ll argue. You stay quiet, busying your hands with the hem of your skirt, fingers lifting it slightly before you remember who owns the eyes sitting across the room. They look golden from here, a honey you could drown in. You cough at the feeling of sugar in your lungs before collecting yourself and awaiting instruction.
Seemingly pleased with your docility, he smiles wide and crooked. It’s bound into a book he will whisper into you page by page. It’s written in a language only he knows.
Shouta motions you farther inside, leaning back in his seat. He corrects you when you move to sit in the chair on the other side of his desk, waiting with little patience as you settle against his side instead. Your posture is stiff being this close, being this alone.
His facial hair is trimmed neatly, small scars litter his face, the most pronounced a jagged trail under his right eye. From the dim evening light, you see a shadow of loose hairs make a pointed crown around his head.
“St. Teresa of Avila,” Father starts, tapping his fingers against a small stack of papers, “what do you know of her?”
You’re disarmed, the question seems so innocent-- not a note of ulterior motive detectible. Even so, your guard remains high. His intentions need no subtext.
“St. Teresa of Avila, the patron saint of headache sufferers,” you’re struggling to see the point, but Father prompts you to continue, “she was a Spanish nun, she wrote about a prayerful life,”
After another moment of measured silence, you grow even more tense, “Father Shouta, forgive me, I don’t understand,”
You’re hushed with a laugh, the small collection of papers placed in your hands. The first leaf is titled with large letters, “The Life of Teresa of Jesus.”
“I’d like you to read the section I’ve highlighted.”
You shake, thumbing through until you find a block of text traced in bright yellow. You scan its contents, but are quickly interrupted by Shouta’s next request.
“Out loud.”
There’s no escaping the toy box.
His stare is unwavering, giving you no room for objection. They’re not soft like honey anymore, Father Shouta’s eye’s are harsh, bloody gemstones.
You know better than to keep him waiting, adjusting in your half sat position on the side of his desk, you begin reading with hoarse inflection, “In his hands I saw a long golden spear, and at the end of the iron tip I seemed to see a point of fire. With this he seemed to pierce my heart several times so that it penetrated to my entrails.”
Wincing, the words sound like a stranger in your ears. After every sentence, Shouta’s fingertips inch closer to the end of your skirt, right above the knee. You’d be stoned for this kind of hemline at home, but with Father it seems to be exactly the sacred skin he wanted to see.
His hands move, unwavering, as you continue with the annotated paragraph, “When he drew it out, I thought he was drawing them out with it and he left me completely afire with a great love of God.” Fingers stop their gentle assault before adding pressure to your inner thigh, he peels apart your legs with a wordless prompting to keep going.
“The pain was so sharp that it made me utter several moans; and so excessive was the sweetness caused me by this intense pain that one can never wish to lose it, nor will one’s soul be content with anything less than God.”
By the last several words, Father Shouta’s lips are centered in between your open thighs, you feel tears frozen in the duct. You want to pull away, to escape, but his lips hold something you’ve never been this close to.
“Piety is a virtue,” you can feel the hot breath against your most intimate planes of flesh, “but our God is one of pleasure too.”
His kiss feels like branding. An aimless, confused lamb seared with the mark of its owner.
You cry out, loud and broken, when his mouth meets the cotton covering your pussy. Shouta uses his pointer and middle finger to move the fabric away.
No one has ever seen these parts of you, kept locked away for your future husband until now, sitting in the heart of your family's church, writhing from even the slightest touch.Hips buck of their own accord, and you’re granted one last open-mouthed lave against your twitching cunt. His tongue peaks out slightly to catch your clit before pulling away.
You move as if possessed, falling to your knees in front of your Father. Your mouth opens, that same quiet obedience, and his finger brushes your lower lip again. “No one” you think, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of fingers wrapped into the back of your hair, “no one can serve two masters.”
“Body and soul, you’re mine.”
But there’s not a soul left in sight.
✞ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞: All writing is chiwhorei’s original content, please do not repost or modify. Do no read my content as asmr. Do not recommend me on TikTok.©️
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Instinct
Hello, fellow whores. You asked for it and I hope I delivered. I present to you: T’Challa in heat❤️🔥! This one had me blushing, y’all.
The next request I work on will either be sugar daddy silver fox T’Challa or Star-Lord T’Challa. I know I just threw the latter in the lineup, but apparently, people are seriously feeling the lack of Star-Lord T content here and I want to do what I can to help fill the void.
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Word count: 4,903
CW: SMUT, infidelity
Instinct [instiNG(k)t] noun: an innate, typically fixed pattern of behavior in animals in response to certain stimuli.
For centuries, the descendants of the great Bashenga retained their hold on the Wakandan throne. Challenge Day after Challenge Day, they beat their opponents and were rewarded by Bast allowing them to ingest the heart-shaped herb. The herb imbued them with a panther’s strength, speed, and instincts, effectively turning each of them from an ordinary man into the Black Panther. Now, strength and speed are pretty self-explanatory, but what exactly were their instincts?
When T’Challa was crowned king and ingested the heart-shaped herb, he visited the ancestral plane and reconnected with his baba. Their reunion was one full of tears, but most importantly, T’Chaka took the time to impart his wisdom to his son. T’Challa spent hours talking to his baba about life, what to expect as king, and, most importantly, what to expect as the Black Panther.
T’Chaka had warned him about what was to come, but until it happened to him months later, T’Challa was in denial. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
Wrong. When T’Challa woke up one sunny Wednesday morning, he felt strange. He felt feverish but not sick. Like most days, his morning wood stood at attention, tenting the crisp white sheets that laid across his lower half. He looked at the clock and saw that he had plenty of time to take care of himself, so he rolled to his side and reached for the tub of shea butter in his nightstand. T’Challa bit his lip as he rubbed his hands together to melt it down, but when he reached down to stroke his length, he nearly bit clean through it. He was much more sensitive than usual, and he wondered why...then it hit him. He jumped up and grabbed his kimoyo beads with his slippery hands, and he frantically opened his calendar.
“Twelve weeks,” T’Challa groaned as he counted backward to the night he became the Black Panther (the second time.) “Fuckkkk.”
He was in heat, and it was only going to get worse. T’Challa wracked his brain for ideas on what to do to fix his problem, but all he could hear was T’Chaka’s words echoing through his head.
“You should find a partner sooner rather than later. The instinct will take over you, and it will become unbearable if you do not have anyone to aid you.”
T’Challa had been so busy trying to rebuild the kingdom that his cousin damn near broke that he had forgotten to look for someone. Sure, there was Nakia, but she had moved to Oakland and their relationship quickly fizzled out. Then, there was that one Dora Milaje after he regained the throne, but that was a one-night thing and she went back to her wife the next morning. He needed to find someone, but who?
As the king’s mind wandered through his options, sweat beads began to form on his chiseled body. He knew he’d be no good today, so T’Challa typed up a message to his family and staff that he would be taking the day off. With that taken care of, all he needed to do was figure out how to get through this heat in one piece. T’Challa looked down at his dick again. It was swollen with need, and he watched as droplets of precum escaped from his tip. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to bear through the sensitivity. Carefully, as though he might hurt himself, he reached his hand down and grabbed it in his hand. The whimper he let out was foreign to his ears, but it was all he could do when he felt the intense wave of arousal wash over him. He gritted his teeth as he began to slowly move his hand up and down his shaft. It seemed that everywhere his hand went, it left a deep burning sensation in its wake, but he just couldn’t stop. He rutted into his hand, and as soon as his thumb swiped over his reddened tip, he came undone quicker than he ever had before. His body jerked as the milky white substance spilled over his hand, and it seemed that he had plenty to give. However, instead of leaving him sated, all that did was arouse him more.
T’Challa had made a mess all over himself and decided to take a shower, but every touch of his hand, or even the water, drove him up the walls. He needed some pussy, fast. He exited the shower and allowed his body to air dry as he moisturized his mahogany skin. Minutes passed before he noticed that he was still massaging himself, too caught up in the sensation to notice the passage of time. His dick was rock hard again, and he groaned in frustration as he attempted to stuff it into silk lounge pants. He called for his breakfast to be brought to him and spent the day in his quarters, alternating between desperately jacking off and going through his contacts to find the right person. It had been so long since he had opened that figurative little black book that all of his usuals were taken, and unfortunately for him, they were hellbent on remaining faithful for some reason. As the day went on, his hunger grew in intensity, and it got to the point where neither his hand nor his sex toys could cut it anymore. He felt lost, he felt horny beyond belief, and he felt...famished.
T’Challa looked at the time again and realized that he hadn’t eaten in hours. He placed another order from the kitchen and waited impatiently for it to arrive. It wasn’t that he couldn’t wait for the food to be brought up; he was impatient because every moment that passed without him touching himself brought him more pain. He didn’t need the poor kitchen staff walking in on him feverishly pleasuring himself, so he just sat there and attempted to focus his mind elsewhere. Eventually, there was a knock at the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Room service,” a melodic voice called out, and T’Challa smiled to himself at his friend’s playful tone. It was Xoliswa. He hadn’t seen her in almost a week, and he was sure she was out of town, yet here she was bringing him his dinner. Xoliswa started working in the kitchen at the palace seven years ago, and they grew close over the years. He was even in her wedding.
T’Challa unlocked the door with his beads, and she came right on in with the cart full of more food than he usually ordered.
“Somebody’s hungry today,” she joked. Just as T’Challa was about to respond with some smartass remark, an aroma hit him square in the face. It definitely wasn’t coming from the heaping portions of doro wot and rum cake he ordered. It was sickly sweet and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention, as well as something else.
The king began to salivate. “New perfume?”
“No, just the usual,” Xoliswa sighed. “Why?”
“No reason. You just smell different today is all,” he gulped to keep from drooling at her smooth, brown legs that were always on display. His eyes traveled up to the curve of her hips and the thickness of her waist before grazing over her delicious-looking chest and landing on her plump lips. Of course, he had noticed her looks before, and they would playfully banter and flirt back and forth from time to time, but this was the first time he was really seeing her beauty. Not only could he see it, but he could smell her from across the room, and his body was reacting in ways he couldn’t control. His dick sprung up and immediately started to harden as he watched her ass bounce in her flowy shorts when she pushed the cart out to the balcony. She had gone too far away, and he felt the intense need to be closer to her, so he bolted up and made his way outside with her.
“Here, let me help you.” T’Challa quickly picked up the heavy tray before she could and placed it on the table before taking his usual seat.
“I thought you didn’t feel good today,” she crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally pushing her ample breasts even closer together. His body burned at the sight, and he visualized his lips wrapped around her undoubtedly perky nipples. He needed her body on his, but he knew he shouldn’t. Xoliswa was a friend, a confidant, a married woman...
“I don’t,” T’Challa cleared his throat and tried to focus his mind on anything but her. It wasn’t working, though. “But, uh, it’s not what you think. I just needed a day, that’s all.”
“Want to talk about it?” Xoliswa asked as she leaned against the balcony. He was acting strange, and it concerned her. “You know I’m here for you if you need me.”
“Don’t say that,” he chuckled darkly as something flared inside him.
“Why not?” she tilted her head to the side and uncrossed her arms. He would’ve sighed in relief, but she just made it worse by stepping closer to him. Xoliswa placed her hands on his shoulders the way she always did and began kneading his bare flesh. Little did he know, he wasn’t the only one fighting back their arousal. Xoliswa had a small crush on T’Challa since the moment she laid eyes on his muscular frame. Had she not been in a relationship the entire time she’d known him, she would’ve dropped down on her knees and given him the business by now. However, Xoliswa loved her husband and wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing...except for the occasional nights where she closes her eyes and all she can see is him. All she can feel is the king.
T’Challa let out a low groan as her hands worked out his stress, and as usual, the sound made Xoliswa flood the panties that had gotten wedged between her fat pussy lips. The scent of her arousal traveled straight to his nostrils, and his pupils blew wide. He jumped up and crossed the balcony in just a few quick strides, needing to get away from her before he truly lost himself to his lust.
“Seriously, what’s up with you today?!”
“N-nothing, you just...you smell so good, and- Xo, I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” Xoliswa narrowed her eyes as she tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him...but then her eyes fell to the large dickprint in his silk pants. She had seen him in those and similar pants several times before, and although they always left little to the imagination, she had never seen him in his full Bast-given glory. But this time? This time she could almost make out every vein through the soft fabric, which made her pussy spasm with need and release more wetness.
T’Challa could see that Xoliswa was staring right at his dick, and he knew she liked what she saw by the whiff of sweet honey that wafted his way. A low rumbling started in his chest like an engine revving as the burning need in his loins intensified.
Xoliswa spoke barely above a whisper, stunned but in awe of the man before her, “Why are you-”
“My heat,” he sighed.
“Your what?”
“My heat!” T’Challa snarled, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Any other time, he would assume he had scared her, but he knew better now. He could hear her heartbeat, he could smell her dripping pussy, and he could see her hardened nipples and the way her luscious thighs rubbed together in a feeble attempt to quell the throbbing between her legs.
“W-what’s that?”
T’Challa gestured for her to take a seat, and she lowered herself into the chair across from his, squirming in her pooled fluids. Her obedience just made him harder, if that was at all possible. He gingerly sat down across from her and just stared for a moment, her breathing getting shallower with each inhale.
“One of my newly acquired panther instincts requires me to, uh, mate every three months.”
“So...you basically ovulate four times a year,” Xoliswa joked in an attempt to break the tension, but he began to growl at her again, causing them both to shudder at the other’s arousal.
“It’s more than being a little horny and fertile, Xo. I have to- no, I need to find a release, or I’ll go crazy. My whole body is on fire, and masturbating just makes it worse. I’ve been in here all day-”
“You’ve been in here jacking off all day?”
“Yes.”
“And it’s not helping?”
“Not at all.”
“Have you tried-”
“Yes. Whatever it is, I’ve tried it. Trust me.”
Silence descended upon the pair as they both stared at each other, stuck in a lustful feedback loop, chests heaving and mouths watering. Xoliswa was the first to break, so she stood and headed for the door. She had to get out of there, the atmosphere was too thick, and she couldn’t think straight with him staring at her like a piece of meat. She couldn't stand to look at him any longer or she might do something she’d regret later, but when he grabbed her wrist and looked up at her with those pitch-black eyes, she knew she was in trouble.
“Xoliswa, please,” he begged. He knew he had no business asking that of her, but he was desperate, and she just looked so damn delicious.
She bit her lip as her eyes traveled back down to his bulge that had started leaking through the fabric of his pants.
“Shit…”
“You like what you see?” his voice was lower than she’d ever heard. It seemed like everything he did turned her on more and more. T’Challa took a deep inhale so he could know for sure, and his head swarmed with the smell of her. “Yeah, you like it. I can smell that sweet pussy; it’s dripping for me, Xo.”
He had never spoken to her like that before, and every word lured her further into his trap. She had a brief moment of clarity and pulled her wrist from his grasp, taking a step back.
“T-T’Challa, I’m married-”
“Tell your body that, then,” he grumbled as he stood and stalked closer to her. She backed up with every step he took until she was wedged between his body and the doorframe. His arms went up on either side of her, and he leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath tickle her lips. “Tell me right now: do you want me?”
Her eyes darted around, desperate to look at anything but the coal irises that would surely draw her in. “I-I-”
“Say it, Xo. I want you so fucking bad,” T’Challa growled with his face buried in her neck, imprinting her scent deep in his brain. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but take a little bite. As soon as his teeth made contact with her skin, she let out a light moan and set his body into overdrive. He pressed his hips into her, and the heat of her skin made him whimper. The noise shocked her, and she realized just how much he needed her...as if the ten inches of clothed steel pressing into her stomach wasn’t enough of a sign.
Xoliswa had secretly wanted this for a long time. In her dreams, he’d fuck her good and deep and leave her a sobbing, leaking mess. Truthfully, if he had ever come onto her before this, she probably would have caved then, too, but she thought he was too gentlemanly to do so and pushed the dirty fantasy to the back of her mind. Boy, was she wrong. Right now, T’Challa couldn’t give a shit about chivalry and certainly didn’t care about her husband. Right now, all he wanted- no, all he needed was her body.
She pulled his curls to remove him from her neck, and he growled again at the titillating pain and the loss of contact.
“You want me?” she whispered, her lips mere centimeters from his.
“Mmm, more than anything.”
Xoliswa’s hand traveled down his body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. T’Challa’s lip found its way between his teeth again as he struggled to maintain composure, but it all flew out the window when he felt her hand wrap around his throbbing length.
“Fuck! Xo, stop playing and-”
“You need me?” she teased as she pulled his pants down over his hips and let them pool at his feet. She wrapped both of her hands around his girth and stroked him softly. He was so sensitive that he jerked away from her hand, but she grabbed him and pulled him back in. Xoliswa had dreamed of this day, so why not make her dream come true?
Suddenly, T’Challa’s self-control went out of the window as he thrust into her hands and wrapped one of his much larger hands around her throat. She stared back at him with lust clouding her eyes as he met her lips for a hungry kiss. The taste of her on his tongue drove him wild, and she felt his dick begin to twitch. She picked up her pace and gripped him a little tighter, making him stick his tongue further down her throat. She melted into him. The firm grip he had on her made her knees weak, and just as they began to buckle, he pulled his lips from hers and said the three magic words he had uttered so many times in her dreams.
“On your knees.”
Xoliswa fell to the ground and looked up at him with her mouth opened wide for him to use. And use it, he did. T’Challa was surprised she could take all of him without any training, but he guessed her husband might have been around his size.
Her husband. He had a married woman on her knees, slobbering up and down his shaft. He had Xoliswa on her knees…
Just the thought of how wrong this was turned him on even more, and as if the same thought had occurred to her, Xoliswa started sucking harder. The spit foaming in the corners of her mouth and running down her chin soaked her chest, and the king longed to see more. He reached down and ripped her shirt down the middle, freeing her breasts from the confines of modern clothing. T’Challa grinned when he saw that not only was she not wearing a bra, but her nipples stood erect like two Hershey’s kisses ready for him to devour. Just the way he liked.
Xoliswa didn’t care that he had ruined her shirt; all she cared about was making her king cum. She wanted to taste him and swallow everything he had to give, so she grew impatient and turned it up a notch, fondling his balls in her hands as she sucked on him. Her tongue swirled around his tip, and he gripped her locs in his fist to hold her down on him as he exploded into her mouth. Splashes of him coated her throat, and she swallowed every last drop he gifted to her. She blinked up at him with those innocent-looking eyes as she sucked him like a straw, milking him for all he’s worth. Normally, he would get overstimulated at this point, but that seemed impossible. Xoliswa gave him the best head he’s had in a long time, but it still wasn’t enough to sate him.
T’Challa pulled her head off him, and the bridge of spit that connected them was a sight to see. He reached down and lifted her to her feet, kissing her once more to taste his saltiness on her tongue.
“You still...want...this pussy?” Xoliswa asked between kisses.
“Mmmmhmmm,” he grunted as he pushed up on her again.
Xoliswa pushed him away, and he looked at her like she had betrayed him. His face relaxed when he noticed the feral look in her eyes and the way her pheromones filled the air.
“Take what you need.”
T’Challa saw red, and the next thing he knew, he was buried deep inside her as he pounded her into the mattress. The arch in her back deepened as he fucked her rougher than her husband could have ever dreamed of. Xoliswa struggled to see as she reached for the sheets to hold onto, but he wouldn’t let her. T’Challa pinned her hands behind her back and continued to plow into her as she screamed.
“Fuck, yes! Just like that, baby! Ooooh, T’Challa-”
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
“Then take it. Fucking take it!” he roared as he released inside her, but neither was ready to stop. Xoliswa loved how his cum felt dripping out of her, making her pussy even wetter than it already was. Keeping it juicy for him to do whatever he needed to do to her body.
“This tight fucking pussy, Xo,” he groaned as he slowed down and grinded into her, stirring her insides. His heavy hand came down on her ass, and she let out the most adorable squeak. He smiled and did it again and again, her pussy tightening around him with every strike until she couldn’t take it anymore. Xoliswa’s body convulsed as she came all over the king’s dick.
“T’Challaaaa!” she wailed, and he stopped to massage her cheeks.
“Too much?”
She looked back at him and smiled mischievously with a glint in her eye. “No, my king.”
“I’m your king?” he teased while rubbing her clit, making her hips circle on his dick as he stood still and let her work.
“Yessss,” she whined.
“Then cum for your king one more time. I have another load for you,” he whispered in her ear with his teeth firmly gripping the lobe. His fingers tickled the underside of her clit, and she bucked her hips. “That’s your spot, huh?”
“Y-yes, my king!”
He alternated between circling her clit and strumming the underside for barely a few moments before her pussy began to grip him again. T’Challa leaned back and watched the way her pussy spasmed on him. He couldn’t hold out and exploded inside her once more.
“Mmmm, baby, I love when you do that.”
“You love when I cum in this pussy?”
“Mmmhm,” her voice grew higher in pitch the more she felt him twitch inside her.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”
T’Challa pulled out slowly, and she moaned as his bulbous head dragged across her g-spot. He flipped her over with ease and slid right back into her slippery canal. She loved how full he made her feel, how he stretched her walls and beat the breaks off her pussy. But this? This felt so good.
His hips moved slowly as he stroked deep into her and gazed into her eyes.
“I just need one more, babygirl. One more, and I think I’ll be good, ok?”
“Whatever you need, my king,” Xoliswa whispered against his lips and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and he chuckled darkly.
“You want me in there deep, don’t you?”
“As deep as you can go, baby.”
“You’re filthy. Does your husband know what a little slut you are?”
Xoliswa released all over him again.
“Oh, you like when I talk about him when I’m in these guts? You like being reminded of how naughty you are, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” Xoliswa nodded with tears threatening to fall from her eyes from how good it felt to have T’Challa inside her.
“Let me ask you something,” he leaned in close to her ear and thrust harder. “Does he fuck you like I do?”
Xoliswa frantically shook her head, “N-no!”
“Then you come to me whenever you need a taste of what a king can do for you.”
“Yes, baby!” she keened as he picked up the pace and dropped his weight on her.
“You know this pussy is mine, now, right? He can use it if you want him to, but this shit belongs to me. You’re fucking mine, Xoliswa.”
“T’Challa-”
“Mmmhm, say my name, babygirl. Tell them who owns this tight little pussy,” he punctuated those last three words with thrusts so deep she swore she could feel it in her ribs. “Who owns you?”
“T’Challaaaa!”
His eyes rolled back in his head at hearing his name fall from her lips. Her voice was shaky and hoarse, but she screamed his name over and over again as his hips pounded into hers, the curve of his dick angling just right to keep her creaming all over him.
“Fuck, baby, here it comes. You ready?”
Xoliswa looked him dead in the eye and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Cum in your pussy, Black Panther.”
He hadn’t expected her to call him that, but it lit something within him, and he came harder than he ever had before. He bit into her neck as he spasmed inside her, pumping her full of his essence. She came from the feeling of him releasing so much and putting it right where it belonged. Their bodies fed off each other, and when one would spasm, it would trigger the other to cum. T’Challa peppered sweet kisses all over Xoliswa’s face and spoke to her in hushed tones, “Thank you, babygirl.”
Xoliswa couldn’t speak; she could only moan incoherently. Minutes passed before their bodies began to tire of the constant state of arousal, and they slowly pulled apart. She whimpered as she felt their fluids escape her and drip slowly down her crack, and he could only watch in awe. He had never produced so much, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of Xoliswa or his heat or a combination of both. Whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.
“Call Abdul. Tell him you have to work tonight,” he rasped, making a devilish smile appear on her face. She knew she was in for the night of her life, and just the thought of what was to come had her playing with her overstimulated clit. He swatted her hand away and replaced it with his own. “Call him. Now. Make sure your camera is off.”
T’Challa kissed from her neck down to her chocolate nipples and took a bite, making her yip at the sensation. “Be quiet, or he’ll catch you. You don’t want that, do you?”
“N-no, my king,” she stuttered out as she pressed Abdul’s contact card and called him.
“What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be working? Or are you slacking off with T’Challa again,” he joked, and Xoliswa locked eyes with a smug T’Challa as his tongue swirled around her nipple.
“N-no, I’m at work,” she struggled to speak as T’Challa trailed his tongue down her body and suctioned his lips around her clit. She snapped her legs shut around his head, making him pry them open with a menacing growl.
“What was that?” Abdul asked.
“What was what?” Xoliswa chuckled nervously.
“I thought I heard something. Anyways, what’s up, sweetie?”
“I, uh-” she stopped herself and muted the call for a moment to let out a moan from the pits of her soul as T’Challa showed no mercy on her. His tongue masterfully maneuvered around her clit like he designed it himself, and the three slender fingers curling inside her coaxed another orgasm out of her.
“Take him off mute right fucking now,” T’Challa ordered with a mouth full of pussy.
“Hello? Xo?”
She scrambled to unmute the call and calm her breathing down as the king nibbled on her labia and sped his fingers up inside her.
“I’m here, baby. I-have-to-work-late-so-I’m-staying-at-the-palace-tonight!”
“Wait, slow down. I can barely understand you. Are you ok?”
“I’m ok,” she giggled as T’Challa nibbled on her inner thighs. “I’m staying here tonight.”
“Oh, no problem. Don’t let T’Challa work you too hard, ok?”
“I won’t!” she squeaked.
“Good. You get back to work, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Tell him you love him,” T’Challa whispered against her pussy lips, and Xoliswa couldn’t help but oblige.
“Abdul?”
“Yeah, sweetie?”
“I-I love you.”
“I love you too, Xo. Call me when you get off,” he blew her a kiss through the phone, and she hung up right as T’Challa started chuckling.
“You almost got us caught!” she fussed.
“You liked it. Don’t lie.”
Xoliswa bit her lip to hide her smile, but it didn’t work.
“Maybe a little.”
“Mmmhm. Nasty slut, letting me use you like this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”
Xoliswa’s pussy jumped, and T’Challa couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” Xoliswa moaned as she ground her hips on his fingers, and his dick hardened right back up. “Or punish me.”
“Fuck, Xo, where have you been all my life?” he groaned and pulled his fingers from her, lining the head of his dick up with her entrance.
“Married...to my husband,” Xoliswa teased. T’Challa’s nostrils flared, and she knew it was on.
She wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night.
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Deadbeat Pt. 1
Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
18+ ONLY
Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut/masturbation (implied/mild), cursing, abandonment, infatuation, alcohol, cheating, violence?, mild housewife kink?
Word Count: 4.3k
Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.
A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.
There are no tags on this one, because no one has specifically asked to be tagged on smut fics and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!
I hope you all enjoy!
Tags and Requests are OPEN
“Get out of here Lee,” you spat, pointing to the door he just walked into the bar from. “You swore to Janie you wouldn’t touch a drop.”
“C’mon (y/n),” he said sitting at the bar anyways, a smug grin on his face, making you scoff.
“I ain’t having anything to do with you breaking your promise to that lovely woman,” you say confirming your point. You wipe your hands on the towel that was hanging from your apron.
“Jack and coke?” He asks, looking at you with eyes that would be endearingly puppy dog if it weren’t Lee Bodecker. You shook your head.
“A coke it is,” you say and he gives up trying for now. He regrets telling you on his last visit he’d be swearing off drinking cause Janie finally threatened to throw him out.
You slide a glass bottle of Coca-Cola down the length of the bar to Lee and he grinds his teeth slightly. The sugar was always his temporary fix. You also sent down his way a small bowl of roasted peanuts, feeling bad for the mess of a man.
“She’s gonna leave me anyways,” he grumbles and you shake your head, picking up on his attempts to illicit sympathy to coax you into giving him a drop of anything.
“Stop giving her a reason to Lee,” you point out, gesturing with your hands to emphasize that he was in the same small bar on the edge of town he always wandered into on weeknights. He’d tell Janie he was on duty but he’d really be down in this little box of a building getting drunk as a stunk.
“She’s the one who gone and cheated,” Lee said in an angry tone, not towards you, just at his situation. “That Miller fellow living a few miles down from me. I see his truck parked outside my house plenty of times to know he’s not just being neighborly.”
“I’m sorry Lee,” you say with a genuine tone of sympathy. You felt for him and his pain. You knew the stress of the job he led and the pain of knowing the love of your life don’t love you.
“She’s going to leave me,” he says, staring intently at the condensation on the bottle in front of him. “I’d been trying so hard for her and our marriage and she’s two timing with the neighbor when I’m out working.”
“And the thing is I don’t even care if she cheated,” Lee continued, “I’d look the other way if I knew she’d be staying with me. But it’s cause I know she don’t love me anymore. That’s what’s hurting me most.”
“Maybe y’all can work through this-“
“This was inevitable,” he says, cutting you off. You don’t point it out, cause he’s clearly distressed but normally you’d have no problem saying to Lee ‘Fuck you, let me finish Sheriff.’
“Do you got somebody?” Lee asks you. The question takes you back cause it wasn’t like the Sheriff to ask your about anything personal. He would come in, and you’d shoot the shit, exchange small talk, maybe some harmless flirting for a larger tip, but that was the extent of it.
“No, not anymore,” you say, having recently broke things off with your boyfriend. “I was seeing Arvin Russell for a couple months, but we just broke it off.”
“You’re too good for him anyways,” the sheriff scoffed at the mention of the Russell boy and took another swing from his bottle of pop. “How old are you anyways, sweetheart?”
“Twenty-one,” you respond, not thinking too much about the nickname. He had a habit of frequently using names like that when he talked to the women in this town. You think it started out as a tactic to win re-election and then it just stuck. He nodded.
“Yeah you two are around the same age,” he said, more so thinking out loud than it being a statement directed towards you. “Why’d you break it off?”
“Beat up my brother,” you answered, “Granted, the little shit had it coming. Can’t blame Arvin after I heard how the asshole was bothering that sweet thing Lenora. But he just took it too far. Almost killed the kid. The boy saw red so I got myself out of the picture. You can’t be with a boy who does that to your kin.”
Lee nodded understandingly. You didn’t interpret his actions or questions as genuine concern or interest in you, but that he was just asking you questions to distract from his marital woes.
“I’d do so many things different if I could be your age again,” he chuckled in a self-deprecating tone. “I’d sure as hell love to turn back time and have myself go down a better path.”
“It’s not just you, Sheriff,” you reply after collecting money another man sitting at the bar. You nod as a goodbye to the man, and then curse under your breath when he doesn’t tip you. “Asshole,” you mumble, tossing the few pennies into the tip jar. You walk back over to the sheriff and prop your elbows on the bar. “I’m sure everyone is this town wishes the same thing,” you say, trying to make him feel better.
“I’d love to just be your age again,” he says with a sigh, and then pops a small handful of the peanuts in his mouth. “Young, got your whole life ahead of you.”
“I’m not sure working in a place like this is setting me up for great things, Sheriff,” you chuckle moving to wipe the bar in the area where that other customer left. “A woman working as a bartender is equivalent to just being a whore according to the eyes of the Lord... at least in this town,” you laugh, using the towel from your apron to wipe the rings left behind on the countertop from the glasses.
“Arvin didn’t think so,” Lee countered, trying to make you feel a little better about your position. “I don’t think so. Hell, people in this town are so uptight about things that aren’t their business. You’re young, you need a job and you have one. It’s that simple.”
“I wish more people in this town thought that way,” you reply with a smile. “That new preacher last Sunday-“
“Don’t listen to that asshole,” the Sheriff scoffed, and chuckled when your eyes widened at his derogatory words towards the preacher. “He’s a showboating son of a bitch and he’s as phony as they come.”
“Those ruffled shirts are the most pretentious thing I ever seen,” you say, letting out a big laugh thinking about when he is giving a sermon in what looks like tacky prom attire.
“Pay him no mind,” Lee said, bringing the bottle to his grinning lips as he looked at you. “You’re a better person than he is.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” you chuckle.
“Have a goodnight hunny,” another customer at the bar says dropping cash on the table as they leave. “Goodnight Sheriff,” the older man tips his hat and then walks out.
“Have a goodnight Marvin,” you call after him, “Give my love to Loretta!” You clear the empty glass and drop the cash off in the register.
While you’re moving around, Lee takes a moment to actually look at you. Any man with eyes knew you were pretty, but he ain’t never noticed before just how attractive you were. His eyes lingered for a moment at how the canvas waist apron extenuated your figure. He couldn’t believe this stunning young thing was stuck in a place like this with a dead end job talking to a deadbeat like him.
“How long you staying for Sheriff?” You ask suddenly, pulling him out of his trance.
“Uh, not sure,” he says, looking up at the dingy Luger Beer clock that hung on the wall. “Why sugar?”
“Seeing as though your sober I was hoping I could trouble you for a ride home?” You ask shyly.
“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “No trouble at all honey.”
“Thank you, Lee,” you say with a smile, making his heart skip a beat.
He’d talk to you most weeknights and never had this feeling. Maybe he had but he was too wrapped up in his own troubles to notice it. You were such a sweet girl, and he realized what an injustice it truly was for you to be stuck here.
The thought crossed his mind very quickly about if he wasn’t married- even though he knew divorce was coming around the corner any day now. If he had met you at a different time in his life if it would’ve been better. Instead of meeting you as an overweight, deadbeat of a sheriff which a drinking problem- he’d met you when he was fresh out of school, same age you are now. You all coulda fallen in love, started a family, and that would’ve been enough to keep him from taking up drinking in the first place.
He knew from the beginning Janie ain’t ever loved him. Hell, he’s not sure if he ever loved her thinking back on the whole relationship. Lustful, without any sort of promise behind it and they both were users. They used each other. He knew he treated her poorly as poorly as she treated him. He definitely had loved her, that much he knew was true, but now she’s cheating- something Lee never thought of doing at all no matter how many fights they had until the early morning hours.
As you maneuvered around behind the bar, locking up the liquor and wiping down the machines getting ready to lock up for the night, his mind played little tricks on him. The canvas apron was instead a pinafore, and the bar was his kitchen. He’d loved the sight, thinking about coming home to you instead of what was soon to just be an empty house.
Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he’d even be the one to keep his house. The idea of finding a new house- buying one for you, and being able to start over sounded like a dream life. Hell, he’d run away from this town right now if you said the word. He’s sure he could secure an election in another town, he had the connections to make it happen.
“I just got to lock up the office and I’ll be ready to go,” you say, untying your apron. He gulps and nods as confirmation. You disappear in the back room, cash drawer in your arms to lock away in the safe. He heads behind the bar to dispose of his empty bottle and the cardboard tray his peanuts were in.
You come back, your peacoat buttoned and the sash tied around your waist in a bow you had made. You had a small handbag in one hand, and your work apron in the other. Suddenly, he was nervous and didn’t know how to carry himself around you. Undeniably, the Sheriff was developing a crush. He couldn’t shake the feeling. He wanted to ask you out on a proper date, but he knew with his age and reputation- it wouldn’t be fitting. He was moving way too fast in his own mind to keep up with. Just daydreams, he thought to himself, suppressing the thoughts of a future with you for now.
“Okay,” you said, giving the place one more once over to make sure it was all set. “That does it.”
“After you,” he said, holding the door open for you. You giggled, and once you both were outside, you used your key to lock the front door. He held the door open for you to take the passenger seat in the cruiser. As you buckled your seatbelt, he walked over to the driver’s side and then slide into his seat.
You were a little nervous. You weren’t sure why. This wasn’t the first time you’d asked for a ride home. Usually, it’s never this late. When you close, you usually walk home alone. You definitely didn’t live that far, but again that was more dangerous than getting a ride home.
You realized that you were worried about nothing. You thought maybe some would accuse you of something scandalous, getting a ride home from a man so late. However, this was the Sheriff and the streets didn’t have another car on it at all. The town knew where you worked and if anyone were to see you, they’d know you were closing shift and you asked for a ride to avoid walking home this late alone.
“Thank you again,” you said, starting up a conversation as the sheriff was backing out of the tiny lot that was next to the bar.
“Oh, don’t mention it, hun,” he said, “It’s my job to make sure you get home safe. Your house is the white one at the end of Birch?”
“The very one,” you say, looking out the window. There aren’t any street lights, and the only light for miles is coming from the headlights of the cruiser. You don’t catch Lee stealing glances at you as he starts moving forward.
“How’s your ma doing?” He asks, making conversation.
“Oh, she left,” you said nonchalantly, and it makes Lee’s eyebrow raise in confusion.
“Wait. What?” He asks looking over at you for a second before turning his eyes back to the road.
“Oh, I thought you would’ve heard,” you say softly, your façade of indifference torn down. “She left us about a month ago. Met a man from Columbus and moved in with him. The whole town was talking about it for weeks.”
“So, is it just you and Tommy now?” he asks, wondering what kind of a mother leaves her girl to take care of her high school aged brother on what she makes at the bar.
“Oh, he went with her,” you explain, “House is all mine. After the whole thing with Arvin, she decided to pull him out of school and he goes to school in Columbus now. She wasn’t gonna bring him but after that, she changed her mind.”
“They just left you?”
“I chose to stay.”
“No offense but why would the hell would you chose to do that?” he jokes, making you laugh a little.
“It’s all paid off, and my grandpa left it to me and not her anyways,” you explain. “House has been in my name for three years now. And if we sold the house, she’d just piss the money away. Besides, would you move back in your mother now, Sheriff?”
“No, I can’t say I would want to,” he chuckles.
“So, I’m just supporting myself and that ain’t too bad,” you shrug.
“Sounds lonely,” he comments and you nod in agreement.
“It can be,” you admit, as he turns down your street.
“You ain’t worried living alone?” He asks.
“You tell me, Sheriff,” you joke, “If I got something to worry about it sounds like you’re not doing your job.”
“Ouch,” he says and holds a hand clutching his hand to his heart dramatically. It made you laugh, and it made him smile that he made you laugh. God, he loved your laugh.
“Thank you again, Lee,” you say sincerely, quickly kissing his cheek when he parks in front of your house. The gesture takes him back, and he’s relieved you can’t see how red his face is. He’s almost angry at how flustered you make him and you have no idea. “Have a goodnight,” you say.
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he says, a little shakily. You get out of the car, and he watches you walk up to the porch, your hips swaying naturally, and he bites his lip. He groans, but at his disappointment in himself for staring again. You disappear behind the front door and he hits his palm on the steering wheel, trying to shake whatever feeling this was.
He reluctantly drove home, not wanting to have to talk or see Janie. He knew he was just heading home to a fight for being out so late, even though he knows she takes full advantage having fucking Miller over. His jaw is locked, angry about a fight he hasn’t even had with her yet. His cheek still tingles from your touch, and he thinks about if he should just leave Janie. He could just leave, get an apartment nearby or something. He doesn’t even care if she gets the damn house. He’s bracing himself for another night of fighting as he pulls into his own driveway and heading up to his own house.
He fumbles with his keys in the dark. He thinks he had the right one, but it doesn’t work. He tries another that is the same shape, still doesn’t work. He intakes a sharp breath and tries the first key again- he’s positive that’s his house key. “Fucking Christ,” he mutters when the key won’t even go into the lock. “Janie!” he shouts, pounding on the front door. She changed the locks.
“Fuck,” he exclaims, stomping down the front steps and walking around to the back door. He tries his keys again with no luck. He pounds into the door hard and incredibly loud. He knows she’s there, upstairs in their bed, ignoring his knocks. He tries the kitchen window, but it’s locked. Every window on the first floor is fucking locked. He curses again and heads back to his cruiser. He slams the door shut and his grip on the wheel is turning his knuckles white. Does she expect him to sleep in his car in the driveway?
He doesn’t even think about where he’s going to go, but he knows damn sure he’s not going to give her the satisfaction of sleeping outside of his house in his cop car for the whole town to talk about. He just pulls out of his driveway and starts driving. He isn’t even thinking about what route he’s driving, it’s like he’s driving on autopilot while he screams out every curse word in existence.
By the time he calms down, he realizes he’s driving down Birch again. His muscles in his body tense, and he thinks back to your conversation when he dropped you off. Your mother and brother were gone, meaning you have two spare bedrooms. He knows he shouldn’t but the temptation is way too overwhelming. He has nowhere else to go. If someone saw his car… well, he’d worry about that tomorrow. Your house is two miles away from your nearest neighbor, settled back at the end of a long dirt road. Someone knowing he was there was unlikely. He had people who could save your name. It was all innocent. Janie kicked him out and he knew you had an extra room. Hell, he’d rent a room from you- Wait. That’s perfect. That solved all of his problems and yours. He knows you were downplaying how hard it must be to keep up with the house and by him paying rent, you could take care of the house. It was a win-win.
He felt so confident now and he was so proud of himself for devising this plan. He parked his car out front and then walked up to your front door, knocking gently. The sound of the knock made him now incredibly nervous. He didn’t want to scare you or for you to think he was trying to take advantage. Granted, there would be a lot more than financial benefits to being able to live with you, which he knew were selfish, but the idea of being able to see you everyday was overwhelming. It was the closest thing to the dream he was wrapped up in back at the bar. He could live out his little pretend domestic bliss, and you’d get the money you need for the house. He knew he was insane and this was probably wildly inappropriate, but he knew you were too kind to turn him away.
You opened the door with a small yawn, a yellow bathrobe secured over your nightgown fully, to keep yourself decent when you answered the door. You were going to call the Sheriff when you heard the rapping at your door so late and ignore the knocks, but looking out the window of your bedroom you saw it was Lee’s cruiser parked outside.
“Lee?” you ask quietly, sleepiness very evident on your mumbled voice.
“Janie kicked me out,” he said softly, “Changed the locks on me. Darling, I’m so sorry for intruding but I have no where else to go.”
“Come in,” you say sympathetically, the news waking you up quite a bit. “Lee, I’m so sorry. You can take my mom’s old room; it’s got an attached bathroom you can use too.”
“Thank you (Y/N),” he says quietly. You close the door and secure the lock and the chain again as he looks around the house.
“Don’t worry about it,” you insist. “I can take you there. Follow me.”
You walk up the stairs, Lee following closely behind and he’s ashamed that he took the opportunity to just openly check you out again. At the top of the stairs there was a hallway lined with photographs in mismatched frames. You point to the door at the end of the hall.
“That’s the master,” you explain, “There’s a bathroom attached inside if you want to clean up or anything. There’re clothes in the dresser if you want pajamas- should be in the bottom drawer.”
“Okay, thank you,” he replies, looking down at you as you yawn again, and he notices how your hair is a little messy. The sight drives him wild.
“Anything in the kitchen is up for the taking to,” you offer.
“Look, (Y/N),” he says, “I know this isn’t the best time to be talking about this, but I really need a more permanent plan on where to go. I know it sounds crazy and out of the blue, but could I rent that room from you? Name your price. I figured… I really need a new place, and you could probably use another source of income to keep up with the house. Plus, it’s safer than living alone…”
“Um…,” you begin to speak, but you bit your lip, showing that you’re intently thinking about his offer. Everything he said was right. You needed the money, and he was right that living alone was dangerous in this town and living with the sheriff is the safest person there was in the whole town. People would talk, of course, but no one would deny that the circumstances were just ideal for the two of you and nothing more. You were an adult, a homeowner, and it was your business who you rented a room too. “Yeah, I think that makes sense for both of us,” you agree. “We’ll sort out the details tomorrow.”
“Of course,” he says with a smile.
“Alright, um,” you say crossing your arms around your chest awkwardly. “Goodnight, Lee.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Lee responds as you head back into your own bedroom. He let’s out a heavy sigh and heads into your mom’s room- or rather his new room. He’d have to figure out how to get his stuff back from Janie tomorrow. He’d really just need his clothes and some other necessities.
The room was fairly spacious. There was a closet and dresser. The closet still had some clothes of your mom’s left behind, and for the most part, the room looked fairly intact. It was like she up and left with just a few things. Lee shook his head, angry at how poorly you were treated by your mother. He pulls off his leather jacket, tossing it and his hat onto the bed. He opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser, and just like you said, it was filled with men’s clothing. He concluded they had to belong to the man your mom lived with now, more things just left behind.
He tosses a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt onto the bed, and then he heads to the bathroom.
In the drawer beside the sink, he finds a new toothbrush still in its packaging, that he opens for himself and drops it in the white toothbrush holder on the counter. The towels are all clean and folded neatly on the shelf above the toilet. He finds a new soap under the sink as well, and decided he needed a shower to just wash off everything of tonight off in hopes he’ll feel better.
He strips of his uniform, folding it nicely knowing he’ll need to wear it all again tomorrow morning. He steps into the shower and turns on the water. The hot water just immediately helps him to loosen the muscles that had been so tense. He lets the warm water run down his face and back, just letting himself enjoy the feeling. He lathers up his body with soap and then it finally hits him that he was here, living with you, and then suddenly he’s hard.
“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his head against the shower wall, the running down his back. He was in so much trouble he realizes. As he beats himself off in the shower, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. The way the apron at the bar looked around your hips, and the smell of your perfume when you leaned into him. The way your body looked as you paraded yourself around behind the bar. The way you have no problem talking back to him when he walks into the bar after saying he’s off the bottle the night before, just making want to shut you up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your lips on his cheek and he imagines your lips on his neck. He thinks about how your hair looked tousled when you just showed him to his room. He lets himself slip back into that same domestic daydream. You being his wife… married to you instead dealing with this goddamn divorce. The absolute sickening sweet domesticity making him groan, as he imagines his hand is yours. Why on earth did he think he’d be able to do this?
PART TWO
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➜ the three times you didn’t want to be Karl’s best friend any more and the one time you weren’t
Pairing: Karl Jacob’s x Fem!Reader
Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au, enemies to lovers au
Warnings: Mentions of bullying, cursing
Word Count: 2.0k words
a/n: hi everyone! this is my first time writing for a mcyt streamer, but unfortunately I will not be writing works for more streamers anytime soon. This is for my lovely friend basil Ly and losingvienna’s follower event, which you should definitely check out of you are in to mcyt streamers!!
I highly recommend checking @basilly and @losingvienna out if you haven’t already!!
Ever since you met Karl, you’ve hated everything about him. He was sweet, he was caring, he was everything you’ve ever wanted in anyone. From the moment he stepped foot in your kindergarten your life had become a living hell. He was great! You on the other hand, had never felt more miserable in your life. It had never occurred to you that being different was a bad thing, but apparently, to your whole kindergarten class of 26 kids, it was terrible. But, somehow, amidst the screaming kids and the poorly colored art projects, Karl only saw you.
Your fellow kindergarten classmates stared at you, perhaps a bit too judgingly, as you sat down in your seat. Feeling super excited to come to school today, your grandma has recently gotten you your very own pink sundress, equipped with a pink satin ribbon to tie a cute little bow in the back. You wanted your classmates to like you, so you had to be the prettiest you could ever be.
“Why are you wearing a dress to school? Do you think you’re a princess?” one of the children say, rather, shout across the room. And with that, the whole class starts laughing, except you.
“What? Are you trying to impress someone?”
“OOO Y/N HAS A CRUSH!”
“I bet it’s Karl”
“Of course it is. She just wants to daaaaaaate him, doesn’t she?”
With tears welling up in your eyes and boogers dripping down your nose, you quickly stand up just to take the hall pass and run to the nearest bathroom. It was humiliating, feeling like you had tried so hard to make friends just to get laughed at. It felt terrible.
You were NOT excited for your first day of high school. Why would you be? It was just another year of “light hearted” jokes about you and how you were “so different.” Settling with a seat in the back, you tilt your head down only for the teacher to walk in right after.
“Good morning, students! Welcome to your first day of Freshman Year! I’m sure you’re all very excited for these next four years, but before that why don’t we all introduce ourselves to each other!” The teacher says, in a high pitch, peppy voice. You had stopped listening to her after that. You already knew what was going to happen, you were going to be paired up with some immature male football player looking for a tall, hot, and blonde cheerleader girlfriend, then he was going to say something stupid like, “Girls like you aren’t really my type.” No shit you weren’t his type. It happened every year. Feeling a light tap on your shoulder, you force your head up, preparing yourself for the dreadful introduction.
“Hi! I believe we’re partners for the All About Me project. May I sit here?” he says, pointing to the chair beside you. He, as in Karl Jacobs. The Karl Jacobs. The man, the myth, the legend, the boy that filled your entire life with “She just wants to date Karl. She’s such an attention whore.” With that, your eyes widen. You weren’t expecting him, nor were you ever this mad about anything in your life. You didn’t want to know anything about him, let alone do a whole project learning about him.
“Yeah, you can sit there.” You answer through clenched teeth.
“Thanks! I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be able to finish this within the period considering there are like 30 questions, so did you want to work on this in the library after school?” he asks.
“Sure.” You say promptly, not even bothering to make eye contact with him.
“I believe we went to the same elementary school, but I haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to you, so I’m glad we got to be partners for this project. I’m excited to get to know you.” He says, a glint of hope in his eyes. You hated it. Was he actually being nice? To you?
The rest of the period would have been answering all the questions on the list, but instead you guys had been side tracked, going off topic and talking about anything and everything. Putting aside your hatred for the boy, Karl seemed like a genuinely nice person. You had learned he loved gaming, which he was surprised you had a knack for as well.
“Well, Y/n, I’m sorry we couldn’t get a lot done this period. But, I’ll see you at the library later, and maybe we can even try out that new game you talked about tonight.” He says, standing up out of his chair and leaving the classroom. Maybe today wouldn’t be too bad after all.
ONE “Move!” you say, playfully shoving Karl off of you. It was the summer before your senior year, and you would have never guessed that you, Y/n L/n, would be spending your whole high school career with the boy you loathed most, Karl Jacobs. If there was ever anything you'd ever looked forward to, it was spending every Friday night with Karl Jacobs. That fateful day at the library was the start of the best tradition ever known to man.
“But we’re watching a movie!” Karl exclaims.
“So? You don’t need to watch it while squishing me half to death.”
“What do you mean? Have you ever heard of CUDDLING?”
“Cuddling has never consisted of MURDER.”
It was always like this. Every Friday night Karl would come to your house, your mom would gush at how handsome he was while she set a plate down of whatever food he wanted, and him telling her that she was the best cook ever. This is what you’ve always wanted, right? You had a best friend, who accepted you as you were, and you him. Despite always having heartwarming and laughter filled moments with your best friend, your heart hurt. A lot. Maybe the moment was just too heartwarming, or maybe this was the universe telling you that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore.
TWO “Hey, Karl!” she says. Ah, yes. Her. Karl’s childhood crush since what? Fourth grade?
“Oh, um, Hi!” He replies. There it was. That dreadful pain in your chest that only grew bigger as she sat down right next to him, disregarding the fact that you were sitting right there. The way she twirled her long blonde hair, the way she leaned over to show all of her cleavage, the way she wore skirts so short you could almost see her underwear, and the way it made your blood boil and your heart hurt until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You wanted to walk away so bad, but as Karl’s best friend you should support him in his romantic interests, even if you didn’t like them.
“So… I’m sure you’ve heard already. I broke up with my boyfriend.” she says, tracing her finger up and down his arm, making him noticeably very nervous.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always here.” You hear him say. Of course he was always here. He was there for everyone, and he would never try to exclude anyone from his kindness.
“I broke up with him because of you!”
“W-what”
“I want to be with you, silly!” she says. And with that, you felt your whole world go black and white. Did you hear her correctly? She wanted to be with him?
“I- I’m sorry, I can’t be with you.”
“WHAT?!? BUT I BROKE UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND JUST TO BE WITH YOU!”
“Well I’m sorry, but I love someone else. You should’ve consulted me before you threw away your relationship.”
Did you hear HIM correctly? He loves someone? You couldn’t take it anymore and excused yourself. Yet again, you ran to the bathroom feeling the same pain in your chest only 10 times worse. You didn’t want to be Karl’s friend anymore. Not like this.
THREE “I can’t believe you’re moving to California, Y/n” Karl says as he pushes his hair back, sighing in disbelief. “You’re really going to leave me?” He continues, tears welling up in his eyes as he turns to look at you with his signature puppy eyes.
“I have to! It’s always been my dream to go to college there!” You reply, feeling guilty for leaving behind everything for your dream.
“But I’ll miss you!” he says, fully knowing facetime exists, and you would always visit him during breaks.
“I’ll miss you too! But, I need to do this. Can you stay strong? For me?” you ask, cupping his face with your left hand. You had gone on one of your late night drives again, parking in an empty parking lot as you have deep late night conversations. Today’s topic happened to be college, and while it had been always known you were moving across the country after high school, the day was coming closer and it all felt too real.
As Karl leans his face into your hand, he lets out a yawn. “I guess it’s time to go back then.” you say.
“No, I don’t want to. I have to spend every second with you until you leave.” he whines. You wanted to as well, but then, there it was. The stinging in the back of your heart. You were tired of it. You hated feeling this way. You didn’t want to be Karl’s friend anymore.
THE END The warm summer air blew past you as you and Karl sit atop your roof, staring into the distance in the comfortable silence that was there from the moment Karl got to your house. Neither of you had spoken a word but neither of you cared. You just wanted to be with him. What would’ve made the night perfect was if you weren’t getting on the plane the very next morning, moving across the country.
Building up as much courage as you could, you said the three words you’ve been wanting to say ever since you had become friends. You were leaving, but before that you wanted more than anything else to let him know this. “I love you.” You say, causing his eyes to go wide. You… loved him? That was impossible.
“Yeah, I love you too.” He says casually.
“No. I love you more than in a friendly way.” You reply.
“Really? Why?” He asks in disbelief.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was because you were my first friend, but it’s definitely because you’re you. I’ve been bullied almost my whole life, and you know that. But, no matter how the world brings me down, and even when hurtful words stab me, I can smile again. Because you’re there.” You say, tears rolling down your face. You pause, before continuing on about how much he means to you. “I mean, my whole life, one moment I feel like I’m nothing at all. Like no one would notice if I were gone. But then you came! And I was so happy. Or maybe it’s cause you make me feel loved. But when I’m with you, I feel so special.”
And with that, Karl makes no hesitation in cupping your cheeks, silently wiping away your tears. In that moment, he decides that he doesn't want to be your friend anymore either. Leaning in, he whispers, “I love you too.” before he crashes his lips onto yours.
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The Brothers and Side Characters Play Ticket To Ride
Guess who just had a family game night and decided this would be a good idea? Meeeeee!
Last Minute Road/Track Buyer (Lucifer)
This smug son of a bitch doesn’t even complete his trip cards. He just amasses a massive deck of cards and then buys all of the five and six roads, effectively messing up everyone’s strategies.
Luci would have a good poker face if it weren’t for how giddy he gets when he sees the hope drain from his opponents faces as he takes the coveted fifteen point six road.
His main colour is black because he’s an emo bitch.
Lucifer can and Lucifer will take that two road you need to connect your trains, thus ruining everyone’s lives.
He basks in the chaos and rage like a god before Beel tells him that he’s eaten all the game night chips.
He’ll win sometimes, but his lack of trip cards will often be his downfall. Lucifer is just here to fuck everyone over.
FUCK YOU! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THAT CARD- (Mammon)
Mammon’s greedy little heart sank when he heard that Monopoly had been passed over for family game night, but he caught onto the rules of Ticket to Ride very quickly.
Being the gambler he is, Mammon’s poker face is completely god-tier… except when he has all the cards needed to make his road or someone else takes the cards he needs.
Levi is often the main culprit and fights have started over this.
He argues with the rules a lot if he thinks they’re stupid, this gives Satan a migraine.
Mammon doesn’t save his cards, the moment he has all the ones he needs, he’s buying his road, which is good at the beginning, but often leads to him ending up with no cards by the end.
He is SO insufferable when he wins, please beat him so we don’t have to hear him gloat like an asshole.
Rule-Whore (Leviathan)
“That’s against the rules!” “You can’t have more than three wild cards in the draw pile!” “You need to take three trip cards!”
…so annoying…
Levi is such a rule whore he’ll try and take the instructions from Satan, which will usually result in Levi getting socked in the jaw.
He mains blue because obviously.
Levi tends to plan out his route ahead of time, but he makes it too obvious and his roads end up getting sniped, thus rendering all the cards he had amassed completely useless.
He gets super iffy about his trains being in perfect formation both on and off the board.
Beat his ass for being annoying.
Ha! I’ve Planned for This- Aw Fuck…(Satan)
You fool, you stupid human, Satan had planned out his route ten years before the first turn even happened!
All he has to do now is- DID LUCIFER JUST SNIPE HIS FUCKING ROAD?!
…he’s cool, he’s calm. He can work around this. Satan just has to get the cards he needs- SON OF A BITCH MAMMON WHY’D YOU TAKE BOTH THE ORANGES?!
Worried about your asshole fellow players not giving you your points? Fret not, Satan has everyone’s points memorized and will adjust accordingly. He’s winning this fair and square.
Satan manages to win pretty frequently solely because he picks up so many trip cards and completes a good chunk of them.
Satan mains green because I said so.
Annoying Spectator (Asmodeus)
For the love of God Asmo, you aren’t even playing! Shut up and go away!
He leans over people’s shoulders and criticizes their choices like the world’s most annoying guardian angel… or demon.
“Pick up red.” “Asmo, piss off.” “I’m just trying to help, Belphie! Look, Mammon’s gone and taken your road!” “I DIDN’T EVEN NEED THAT ONE!”
When Asmo does play, he doesn’t play well at all, he just has the worst luck with cards and has the worst poker face.
If someone just took a card that Asmo needed, they are going to get glared at from across the table.
Almost never wins, but when he does, he’s INSUFFERABLE.
“It’s so nice to have the family together :)” (Beel)
Sweet man is just happy everyone’s together, he’s also happy about the multiple party size bags of chips that are on the table.
Beel builds his roads from point A to point B, no fancy skipping or strategies. This often serves him quite well because he can just shift where he’s going on the fly.
Though, he does get confused on where some of the locations are, he’ll end up accidentally cheating and looking at people’s cards when he leans over to see the whole board to try and find out where TF he’s going.
He tries to complete every trip card he has, and he mostly succeeds at that, buuuuut he never thinks to pick up more, which is his downfall.
He mains red, because Duh.
Overall, Beel’s a surprisingly formidable opponent, his resting bitch face serves him well.
“*Snrk* H-huh? What the fuck… what’d I knock over? Where am I? Whose turn is it?” (Belphie)
This little shit- THIS LITTLE BASTARD FUCKS EVERYTHING UP. He falls asleep and when anyone wakes him up for his turn, he “accidentally” knocks everyone’s trains off the board.
He’s doing terribly. Don’t help him.
Belphie loses motivation the moment someone ruins his carefully formulated plan, and making a new one’s too much work so… *snore*
He takes what he can get with the trip cards, he’ll complete the smaller ones and kind of eyeball the big ones and make it up as he goes along if everything goes to shit.
If Belphie gets bored, he’ll purposefully break the rules just to piss of Levi and Satan. He’s a little goblin…
Belphie wins when he puts the work in… which is never.
…Wait what? (Diavolo)
Diavolo is literally the worst at this game at first. He’s picking up two wild cards when he’s not supposed to, he’s buying roads when it’s not his turn, he somehow messed up the points, ugh…
He gets really confused about the rules, he’ll often interrupt people mid-turn to ask a question that spirals into a long explanation.
But when he finally understands the game… May the demon king have mercy on your souls…
He goes from zero to hero and crushes everyone without fail.
It doesn’t matter if he had shitty luck in the beginning because he’s come back to completely ruin your entire route.
Oh, Solomon needed that road? Too bad. It belongs to Diavolo now. Give him his fucking points.
Peace between the realms can wait, he’s got noobs to pwn.
The Wise Mentor (Barbatos)
Barbatos can see the future, he’s cheating by default.
When he sort of… turns off his powers, people still think he’s cheating because he’s just that good at guessing where people need to go and crushing their hopes and dreams.
Except for Luke. Barbatos is teaching him how to be as brutal a player as he is. He will not crush Luke.
As good a player as Barbatos is, one bad trip card will crush his entire strategy. This may be the one time you hear him swear.
It’s a very quiet “son of a bitch..”
Cheater. Asshole. Fight instigator. (Solomon)
Okay who the fuck invited this guy?
Better question, who the fuck let him be in charge of the cards?
Solomon cheats and lies about it, all with a smile on his face. Think you caught him? No you didn’t.
He peeks at cards before he grabs them, gives people the worst possible ones for what they’re doing, AND he gets potato chip grease all over the cards!
When he’s no my allowed to cheat, Solomon’s only half decent at the game overall. Luck is usually on his side, but sometimes luck isn’t enough.
0/10 kick his shifty ass out.
“No, stop,” *Pulls out popcorn* “Don’t fight, oh no.” (Simeon)
Fucking Simeon… he sits back and watches the fight even though he knows he can stop it.
When he’s playing the actual game, he’s pretty average, but when he gets on a roll, oh boy…
He doesn’t snipe roads on purpose, but he’s gotta get where he’s going. Sorry not sorry, may the good lord bless your loser ass.
Sexy shoulder-man’s poker face isn’t anything special, it’s 5/7 overall.
Simeon’s fatal flaw is that he picks up cards only when he needs them, he doesn’t plan ahead, so it’s super easy to swipe the cards he needs before his turn.
He is nice enough to move everyone’s points for them^.^ so he’s better than the rest of those dirty sinners.
“NO PLEASE I NEED THAT ROAD-” (Luke)
So you know how everyone is an awful person? This is proven whenever the gang plays Ticket to Ride with Luke.
Luke demands/begs that no one takes the roads he needs and almost no one listens.
It’s heartbreaking to watch please give the little angel a hug.
But listen, listen, after a bit, Luke gets scary good at the game and very close to winning. His little victory dance is so fucking cute 10/10.
But oh my… it appears that Luke has one tiny road he needs to connect his trains… it would be a shame if Lucifer just… took that.
Luke gets petty, he just puts his hand over the spot and refuses to move it. This goes on for like five minutes until Levi brings up that it’s not even Lucifer’s turn.
Gasp! Hope! It’s Solomon’s turn- HE TOOK THE FUCKING ROAD.
…betrayal.
Luke’s moving out. He can’t go back to Purgatory Hall. He’s going to become the little Victorian street urchin he was destined to become. He is packing his little rucksack and fleeing from this household.
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I love family game nights… all of you should get together with your family and your squad and break out some board games. Just not Monopoly. Anything but Monopoly…
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Between Lust and Love 2/?
Summary: You are standing on a bridge enjoying the view;
Someone’s watching you from a balcony.
The moon adorns your window;
You adorn someone else’s dream. (Fragments, Bian Zhilin)
Rated E for explicit description of Zhongli’s wet dream
A/N: implied semi-public 3some
Chapter 2: I Adorn Your Dreams
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The gentle and almost reverent touch of your fingertips as it ghosted through the skin of his chest was enough for Zhongli to be drunk on. The usually kept and proper funeral parlor consultant was lounging atop of his soft bed, his outer coat was left lying on the floor, his vest unbuttoned along with his white shirt. You sat between his legs, crawling on top of him with a sultry look in your eyes.
The tent of his pants was noticeable, and Zhongli knew that he would not be able to remove the stain of his precum as your other hand lightly touched his groin, all the while smiling like a vixen as you placed kisses on his stomach slowly making your way up, each touch of your lip sent an electric shot down his spine, making his cock ache for you. And yet he made no move to hasten you, he waited for you to serve yourself to him, an arrogance well-deserved for a man—nay, a god like Zhongli.
The way the soft orange light of his room illuminated you brought out your sensual side, the kind of eroticism that only existed between lovers found in stories, the red color of your hanfu was enough to make Zhongli think that this was the bridal chamber, and you were his eager newly wedded wife. The redness of your plump lips as it hovered before his lips tempted him to grab a hold of you, pressing your groin against his as he captured your lips. And that was what Zhongli did, the sudden friction caused by his hard cock that was pressing itself against your wet groin made you moan.
Opening your mouth wide enough for Zhongli to slip his tongue in and devour you, like a parched dragon finding a sweet oasis after a drought. Your sweet moans as your body surrendered itself to him only drew to make him want you more. Your clothes were removed from your body as Zhongli’s large hands explored the smooth expanse of your skin, he paid a particular attention to your chest, groping it and teasing it in the exact same way he had seen Childe done. His mouth had moved itself from your mouth to your neck biting and kissing as he listened to the melody of your moans.
The broken call for his name as one hand groped your chest and the other gently caressed your thighs, sliding it open to rub your wet pussy easier against his hard cock. Your slick had drenched his pants and Zhongli let out a soft grunt of pleasure as you began to move your hips on your own.
His tied up hair was left undone, making it fall to the side and frame his face as he laid you on the bed, gently kissing your lips and committing into memory the taste of your sweetness.
“Zhongli…” Your sweet voice called him and he smiled, you were such a sight to behold.
Your flushed face, coupled with tears that gathered at the edges of your eyes made his heart burn, the rapid rise and fall of your chest from the lust only made his cock harden further.
“Shhhhh” He comforted you as he placed a gentle kiss between your breasts before leaving a mark. He stood up and freed his hard cock from its confines, delighting at the way you drooled at the sight of it.
“Please...put it in already…” You begged, the innocent begging coupled with your lewd action of spreading your legs further apart and using your own fingers to spread your own pussy brought a tantalizing erotic sight that spurred him on.
“Anything for you” Zhongli replied as he grabbed his dick and slowly entered your wet pussy.
You moaned and your body arched as you felt his tip slowly enter, and then all at once you were filled with his thick and long cock, your toes curled in pleasure as you felt him move slowly before finding the perfect rhythm that made your mind melt from the amount of pleasure he was giving you.
The soft moans you let out, with the occasional broken call of his name made Zhongli pleased. He fucked you like the whore that you were, hands leaving bruises on your thighs with each hard and fast thrust he gave to your squelching pussy.
“Zhongli—I—!” You came from one of his particularly hard thrusts, your pussy squeezing his cock so good that Zhongli came inside you. Spilling his thick white seed inside your pretty and glistening cavern. His eyes were closed from the pleasure of fucking you, the feel of your cunt and the sound of his name as you moaned appeased his inhuman side.
Zhongli let himself rest for a few moments before opening his eyes, to an empty room, devoid of you and any evidence of the lascivious deeds you had done together with him. The soft morning chirps of the birds outside his bedroom window, and the sizable stain in front of his sleeping robe made him pensive.
Zhongli sighed, and closed his eyes before opening it again.
“How am I going to face them today?”
While Zhongli pondered on his own day, neither you nor Childe were doing nothing. You were doing commissions for both the Mondstadt and Liyue Adventurer’s Guild while Childe was collecting information to prove your claim of Zhongli’s inhumanity.
Though you both knew that the Adventurer’s Guild was a strict non-partisan guild that held no ties to any of the nations of Teyvat, Childe also knew that it was an open secret within the Adventurer’s Guild HeadQuarters that you took private commissions.
Commissions that were illegal in nature, ones that were almost no different from the ones the Northland Bank occasionally did. So it hadn’t surprised the new recruits that you were to lead them for the day, Childe made no secret of his ties with you, though both you and him kept your romantic entanglement under strict wraps, that the two of you knew each other from birth was not unknown to those who knew to ask.
Your strength and undeniable mastery of your Cryo vision also led to the awe of the new recruits that was lent to you. It made your job considerably easier, more so since you were collecting information on the events that took place in Mondstadt, the Honorary Knight and the Dragon.
You knew how the Fatui worked, there was no reason why La Signora and Scaramouche would linger in the vicinity of Liyue. The Tsaritsa made sure to never let her Harbingers gather in one place for too long.
‘Signora should have left after taking the Gnosis, there’s no reason for her to stay here this long and in hiding unlike Scaramouche’ You thought as you coldly watched over the recruits practice in Sal Terrae, ‘Scaramouche has been stationed here to prepare for Inazuma...there’s no reason for the two to linger, not when the entire plan has been ironed out.’
“Good job, Men!” You praised them, facade easily taking over your serious face “Lord Tartaglia would be pleased to know this particular batch of recruits are talented.”
Your smile turned sweeter upon seeing their pleased and puppy-like enthusiasm, “I’ll be sure to tell him that you lot are worthy of a spar for him.”
“““Thank you, Lady Columbina!!!”””
You hummed as you looked in the direction of the dawn winery, the cogs of your brain turning, ‘Unless there’s another plan...one that my darling Tartaglia was not made aware of…’
As you played with this thought, the more likely it seemed, “Well then, as good as your battle prowess is, the Fatui must also be discreet in its dealings…”
The recruits listened attentively, standing straight as you walked between their ranks, inspecting them with the cat-like glimmer in your eye. You were living up to your fame as an S-class adventurer, you continued as you stopped behind them, smiling in the direction of Mondstadt and its repurposed castle walls, “For your next training, infiltrate Mondstadt without alerting your fellow Fatui and the Lord Harbinger assigned to it.”
You paused at their silence, “Ah, hesitating? How smart”
Their unease could be felt in the air, and you couldn’t fault them. You weren’t a Fatui, you were just someone who was strong enough to work exclusively with one of their harbingers.
“Face to the left!Face!” You barked at them, and they did so, “Face to the left! Face!”
You smiled at them once they were facing you, and yet the recruits could tell that despite the smile on your face, you weren’t smiling at all. You invoked a certain fear and awe, one that reminded them of Her Majesty’s Ever Winter.
“Lord Tartaglia would be pleased to know that this bunch of recruits can think for themselves…” You dropped your smile and leveled them a cold look, “Don’t worry, this training was meticulously planned by our beloved Lord Harbinger, Tartaglia.”
It was a lie but no one needed to know that.
“You have three days to prepare for the training mission, once you’ve decided on how to infiltrate Mondstadt, report to Ekatrina of the Northland Bank. You’ll be given your funds and then be dispatched.”
You left them and began your trek back to Liyue, Mondstadt’s wind gently blowing through your hair. You felt your good mood coming back,
‘Ah~Today would be a good day.’
There were a few things in his life that brought him great unease, for Childe one of them was being subjected to your displeasure, the other was being on the receiving end of Zhongli-xiansheng’s unfathomable stare. And right now he was experiencing both, Childe cursed himself for forgetting his schedule.
He knew of your suspicions towards Zhongli, and he also knew that you understood Zhongli was necessary to achieve the Tsaritsa’s goals. He was lucky in that regard, you knew how to draw a clear line between your professional and personal life. It was one of the reasons why he had pursued a relationship with you. Beyond the love and bond forged from the harsh winter of Snezhnaya, whether he was Tartaglia, Childe or Ajax, the one thing constant among his identities was his love for you.
Which was why he had always done his best to make you happy, ensuring that you would live a comfortable and carefree life. It was the least he could do for being the way he was.
“My dear—”
“Mr. Zhongli, I know how lovely my Childe is but there’s no reason for you to intrude on our date.”
“Actually I’m—”
“Yes, our Childe is certainly a lovely individual, however our lunch appointment had already been scheduled prior to your arrival.”
“Xiansheng, I’ll buy you whatever you—”
“Oh? You’ve booked my Childe for lunch for his entire stay here in Liyue?”
“That-Darling it isn’t set in stone so—”
“Yes, after all is he not the diplomat sent over by the Tsaritsa herself?” Zhongli smirked, it was an uncharacteristic sight for him. One Childe hardly ever saw unless the man had solved a particularly interesting puzzle or problem.
Childe glanced at you and saw the hard look in your eyes, bit by bit the cogs of his brain turning rapidly as he pieced together your revelation and the information he had gathered over the course of the morning. Slowly the fog was lifting and the bigger picture was slowly becoming clearer.
He didn’t really understand what was happening yet but Childe trusted you, even though the churning of his gut was unpleasant... he could and easily stowed the unpleasant feeling away.
“Xiansheng.”
Zhongli turned and found himself the recipient of Childe’s charming smile, one devoid of any honesty. It was his business smile, often directed to the bank’s clients or in one particular case the Liyue Qixing.
“We’ve known each other for a while now,” Childe began as his hand reached for his teacup, “You aren’t the type to push something unless it was important.”
Zhongli could feel the temperature in the air change, and privately thanked Childe’s foresight to book a private room. On the other side of the table, you sat with your back straight and deceptively relaxed as you poured Childe his tea.
“Yes” Zhongli admitted as he stared at the floating tea leaves on his cup of green tea, he lifted his head to stare straight in Childe’s blue eyes, “I would like to offer a contract between you, your lover, and me.”
Childe blinked, his eyes staring at the odd glow in Zhongli’s eyes, one oddly reminiscent of a beast. A warrior.
‘Adepti’ his mind whispered.
Childe wasn’t aware but the slow lift of his mouth, curving into a smile carried no trace of humanity, it was a smile that reminded Zhongli of the height of the Archon Wars. It was a captivating smile that took Zhongli’s breath away.
‘Ah, I really want both of them right now.’
Once lunchtime was over, the streets of Liyue was ripe with new gossip. In particular, involving the esteemed gentleman of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the consultant Mr. Zhongli, the Childe of Northland Bank, and the S-Class Adventurer from Snezhnaya.
The three had left Liuli Pavillion, you and Childe were flanking Zhongli, attached on either side of him in a suggestive way. That you had left both Childe and him with a kiss on the cheek only served to fuel the confusion. No one knew what had occured over the private room of Liuli Pavillion but the barely noticeable mark on Zhongli’s neck and the slightly disheveled look of your clothes and Childe’s knowing grin left much to imagination.
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💙Gazelle (Grace) Shropshire Dodman💙
Big Hammer/ Fire/ June 1 1893/ Real age: 131/ Age she plays by: 20/ Gemini/ 5’0/ Pansexual/ Class: 0-4-2 WT Gazelle Steam/ Nationality: British/ Home town: London, England/ Voice Claim: Kristen Schaal (Just make her British 😂)
💙Headcanons and Facts💙
Gazelle was originally built as a 2-2-2WT in 1893 by Alfred Dodman & Co at King’s Lynn to a design produced by S Stone of the Great Eastern Railway. The original owner was William Burkitt who had private running rights over the Midland & Great Northern and Great Eastern Railways and he used Gazelle on his business trips as a seed and corn dealer.
She loves corn and every Christmas, she gives corn to the hungry.
When four years old, on 25 July 1897 it travelled from King’s Lynn to Chesterfield (105 miles) from Lincoln via the newly opened Lancashire Derbyshire & East Coast Railway, in 5hr 10min, and after a 3hr 40min layover at Chesterfield it returned to King’s Lynn, making an additional stop at Spalding, and taking 5hr 25min. The trip conveyed Gazelle’s then owner, William Burkitt, an amateur locomotive enthusiast (who was twice Mayor of Lynn) to Chesterfield where he had business interests.
She loves to travel although she’s very tired after a long journey.
During the Second World War the Shropshire & Montgomery Railway was taken over by the War Department because of the number of armaments factories which it served. In 1950 the entire stock of the Shropshire & Montgomery Railway (consisting of 1 Gazelle and three ex- London North Western Railway Coal Tanks) was taken over by the Western Region of British Railways and all the locomotives were promptly withdrawn without being renumbered.
She goes to the scrapyard where her fellow “Gazelle”s were scrapped and pays her respects every New Year.
Has a huge sweet tooth and loves chocolate.
Is a ballet dancer.
Favorite Season: All of them.
Instrument: Voice.
💙Theme Songs:💙
Vacation - Dirty Heads
Stronger - Kelly Clarkson
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:readmore:
💚Tyrone Atlas Peckett💚
His Cane/ Fire/ Aug 20 1904/ Real age: 120/ Age he plays by: 26/ Leo/ 5’3/ Bisexual/ Class: Pickett 0-4-0 No. 1 Tyrone/ Nationality: Irish/ Home town: Dingle, Ireland/ Voice Claim: Kevin Hart
💚Headcanons💚
Refuses to tell anyone about his history and likes to keep it a mystery.
Hates talking about his family even though he’s an attention whore.
Loves to drink with his friends.
Is an absolute charmer and can talk his way out of everything.
Loves chocolate chip cookies.
Favorite Season: Summer.
Instrument: Voice.
💚Theme Songs💚
Centuries - Fall Out Boy
My Shot - Hamilton
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🧡Kaweria Akinyi Walta🧡
Bow and Arrow/ Earth/ July 12 1978/ Age: 46/ Cancer/ 6’0/ Asexual but Pan-Romantic/ Class: B23-7 Diesel/ Nationality: Kenyan and Brazilian/ Home town: Nairobi, Kenya/ Voice Claim: Kathleen Fisher (The same person who voices Flourite from Steven Universe)
🧡Headcanons and Facts🧡
She was built by GE of Brazil in Dec 1977 for United South Eastern Railways and National Railways of Mexico and immediately sent to Nairobi to start work.
Rift Valley Railways commissions GE locomotives held a ceremony on September 18 to mark the commissioning of the first three of 20 second-hand GE B23-7 locomotives which have been acquired from the USA and Kaweria went there to congratulate them.
Likes to bake cookies for her friends.
Likes to read and knit.
She was very depressed when she was in her teenage years but has realized that she learned the most from life during those years.
Favorite Season: Fall.
Instrument: Kalimba.
🧡Theme Songs🧡
La Vie En Rosé - Louis Armstrong
Dream a Little Dream - Louis Armstrong
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❤️Balvan Aarav Daksh❤️
Katana/ Air/ March 2 2019/ Real Age: 5/ Age he plays by: 25/ Pisces/ 6’8/ Gay/ Class: WDG-6G Diesel/ Nationality: Indian/ Home town: Mawlynnong Meghalaya, India/ Voice Claim: Kunal Nayyar (Raj from The Big Bang Theory)
❤️Headcanons and Facts❤️
Balvan’s class is claimed to be 50% more environmentally friendly than its predecessors and is the first in the country to be compliant with level one of the emission norms.
Is very shy and hates talking to people.
Loves to wear makeup, but only around his friends.
Likes anything lemon flavoured.
Escaped to Sodor to get away from his toxic family and social standards.
Favorite Season: Fall.
Instrument: Piano.
❤️Theme Songs❤️
Lovely - Billie Eilish
Michael in the Bathroom - Be More Chill
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❤️Charlie Sharp McConnell❤️
Spear/ Light/ Dec 11 1859/ Real Age: 165/ Age she plays by: 21/ Sagittarius/ 5’10/ Pansexual/ Class: LNWR Bloomer Steam/ Nationality: British/ Home town: Birmingham, England/ Voice Claim: Emma Watson
❤️Headcanons and Facts❤️
The name "Bloomer" was at first a nickname, but was quickly adopted officially. The nickname was a topical one in the autumn of 1851 when the first engine arrived on the line, because of the current popular excitement aroused by the appearance of women wearing trousers, as advocated by Mrs Amelia Bloomer. The widespread belief that they were awarded this nickname because they showed more of their wheels than earlier engines makes no sense: most earlier engines on the line had naked wheels.
She is a legend among the steamies, being famous for being alive for so long.
Is very sweet and kind despite being spoiled all her life from people.
Loves bad jokes.
Can’t stand Karen’s.
Favorite Season: Spring.
Instrument: Piano.
❤️Theme Songs❤️
Cheap Thrills - Sia
Shake it Off - Taylor Swift
❤️❤️❤️
💙Fiona Lima Marquette💙
Spear/ Ice/ Oct 28 1941/ Real Age: 83/ Age she plays by: 42/ Scorpio/ 6’6/ Asexual but Heteromantic/ Class: Pere Marquette 1225/ Nationality: American/ Home town: Lima, Ohio/ Voice Claim: Gladys Knight
💙Headcanons and Facts💙
SHE IS THE POLAR EXPRESS XD
She loves taking the kids to the North Pole every year and has taken Gordon and Gerald with her a few times.
Is deeply offended when she tells someone she is the Polar Express and they don’t believe her.
Her class is one of the strongest known steam engines alive.
Has a bit of a southern twang.
Has a very calm and deep voice.
Loves babying Gordon.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Instrument: Flute.
💙Theme Songs💙
The Polar Express w/Tom Hanks
Hot Chocolate - Polar Express
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💚Eric William Davis💚
Metal/ Axe/ May 13 1969/ Real age: 55/ Age he plays by: 31/ Taurus/ 6’7/ Straight/ Class: GE U30C Diesel/ Nationality: American/ Home town: Erie, Pennsylvania/ Voice Claim: Keith David
💚Headcanons and Facts💚
When most of his class were being withdrawn and others being rebuilt, he decided to not go through either one and ran away to Sodor.
Is a petty bitch.
Is very tough, emotionally and physically.
Lusty twat.
Can’t stand people telling him what to do.
Favorite Season: Summer.
Instrument: Drums.
💚Theme Songs💚
Living The Dream - Five Finger Death Punch
This is War - Five Finger Death Punch
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🖤Clara Railtown Baldwin🖤
Rapier/ Metal/ Jan 19 1922/ Capricorn/ Real Age: 102/ Age she plays by: 32/ Height: 6’4/ Polyamorous and Bisexual/ Class: Sierra 28 Steam/ Nationality: American/ Home Town: Jamestown California/ Voice Claim: Emma Thompson (Just make her American 😂)
🖤Headcanons and Facts🖤
On April 17, 1995 she led the "Farewell to Steam" excursion with Engine No. 38, Alice.
Her first period in active preservation lasted for 3 years until a fire destroyed the cab's woodwork and damaged the controls.
On October 19, 1963 the locomotive derailed while backing through a switch in Jamestown, effectively ending all excursion trains on the railroad until the opening of Railtown 1897.
On June 1 2019, the locomotive was back in service after being out of service for a 5-year restoration.
Hates fire and will start crying if she's near it.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Instrument: Guitar.
🖤Theme Songs🖤
Castle - Halsey
Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift
🖤🖤🖤
🤎Dorothy Torch Lake Mason🤎
Sword/ Earth/ Aug 1 1873/ Leo/ Real Age: 151/ Age she plays by: 23/ Class: Torch Lake Steam/ Nationality: American/ Home Town: Taunton Massachusetts/ Voice Claim: Kristen Bell (Anna from Frozen)
🤎Headcanons and Facts🤎
She is a legend among the steamies, being famous for being alive for so long.
One of the few Mason Bogies known to still exist, Torch Lake #3 was purchased to haul copper from the mines to the smelter for the Calumet & Hecla Mining Company on the Hecla & Torch Lake Railroad.
As the oldest continuously running steam locomotive in the country, it was only befitting that the Torch Lake #3 found its new home at the Henry Ford Museum in 1969. Since then, this historic steam locomotive has been the main steam locomotive attraction at the Greenfield Village of the Henry Ford Museum.
This train operates daily on the Greenfield Village from mid-April to October. It makes a roundtrip on the 3-mile standard gauge Weiser Railroad while providing transportation for tourists who want to enjoy a trip around the Henry Ford Museum.
Loves attention from other people.
Favorite Season: Fall.
Instrument: Fiddle.
🤎Theme Songs🤎
Timber - Pitbull and Kesha
This Little Girl - Cady Groves
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💛Anthony Alaska Anchorage💙
Spear/ Water/ Oct 24 1980/ Scorpio/ Real Age: 42/ Age he plays by: 25/ Class: GP40-2/ Nationality American/ Home Town: Seward, Alaska/ Voice Claim: Idris Elba (Police Chief from Zootopia)
💛Headcanons💙
Loves the snow and winter.
Likes to make origami snowflakes.
Loves hot coco.
Is very much a homebody.
His bed is full of stuffed Artic animals.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Instrument: Saxophone.
💛Theme Songs💙
Snowman - Earthbound
Goodbye (Ft. Lyse) Slow Version
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❤️Penelope Fury Fowler❤️
Big Hammer/ Electricity/ July 14 1929/ Cancer/ Real Age: 95/ Age she plays by: 29/ Class: LMS 6399 Fury/ Polysexual/ Nationality: British/ Home Town: Glasgow, Scotland/ Voice Claim: Demi Moore (Esmeralda: The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
❤️Headcanons and Facts❤️
Penelope was an unsuccessful British experimental express passenger locomotive. The intention was to save fuel by using high-pressure steam.
The locomotive was a joint venture between the London, Midland and Scottish Railway (LMS), with Henry Fowler as Chief Mechanical Engineer.
Approaching Carstairs station at slow speed, one of the ultra-high-pressure tubes burst and the escaping steam ejected the coal fire through the fire-hole door, killing Mr Lewis Schofield of the Superheater Company.
Is terrified to take accountability for her actions.
Hates the sound of a kettle squealing, it reminds her of her accident with Mr. Lewis…
Favorite Season: Spring.
Instrument: Violin.
❤️Theme Songs❤️
Minnie the Moocher - Cab Calloway
God Is a Woman - Arianna Grande
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🩷Samantha Angelica Delroy🩷
Spear/ Light/ June 2 1932/ Real Age: 92/ Age she plays by: 25/ Gemini/ 6'0/ Straight - She/Her/ Class: JNR Class C12/ Nationality: Japanese/British (She was born in Japan and lived there until she was bought into the GWR) Voice Claim: Cristina Vee
🩷Headcanons and Facts🩷
Her original name was Akahan (that means rose) Wakasa Shima, but changed her name when she came to Sodor.
She was built into the Wakasa Railway but also one of the 60 C12's that was converted to metre gauge and shipped to China to work in Zhengding and Taiyuan.
In 1956 the Datong–Puzhou Railway north section was reconverted to standard gauge, and they were transferred to Vietnam, and they were classified 131.
After a while of running around on Japan, China, and then Vietnam, she had enough and when she got back to Japan, she heard of an engine, an old friend, Hiro, who was going to a magical place called Sodor. Samantha begged Hiro to let her come with him and he agreed.
When they arrived on Sodor, neither one knew how to speak English and was given the name Samantha.
Samantha was determined to show she was better than Hiro. She did everything in her power to make him look bad and unfortunately it worked… Hiro was left on a siding to rot away while Samantha lived her best life on Sodor.
She eventually made her way onto the mainland, where Samantha met Toad… And after they married, she made his life and her coworkers lives a living hell… abusing Toad to the nines (I won’t go into detail, if you think of something horrible, she probably did it to poor Toad) and making sure he kept his mouth shut about it all… until he didn’t.
One day, Toad finally snapped and told their controller everything she was doing to him and he had her scrapped much to her dismay, whining and screaming. To take her place, he brought in Oliver, an engine from Northern Ireland, which Toad fell instantly for.
Samantha was determined to save herself from scrap and she did, she somehow managed to run away to Sodor, and did end up in the same Barrow Scrapyard as Oliver and Toad, but instead of Douglas saving her, he saved them! Unfortunately, Samantha did give herself away and was promptly scrapped by the diesels.
Now she roams the scrapyards, looking for her husband but to no avail…
Loved Boba Tea and drank it all the time.
She and Hiro were good ��friends” and went to many.
🩷Theme Songs🩷
Pink (freak) - Elliot Lee
Control - Halsey
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💛Beatrice Valeni Utan💛
Basket/ Earth/ January 29 1969/ Age: 55/ Aquarius/ 5'5/ Bisexual - She/Her/ Nationality: Romanian/ Home Town: Valeni Romania/ Voice Claim: Estelle
💛Headcanons💛
She always makes the best treats with the most fresh honey.
Everything she wears has a bee embroidered on it.
Knits sweaters and scarves for her friends (Mainly Jack and the Pack).
Max and Monty have fought over her once until she told them she liked Isabella.
Is always walking around with her basket. It’s never empty, ever.
Talks very quietly and rarely because she isn’t a very good English speaker.
Doesn’t like wasps or hornets and will get rid of them as humanely as she can.
Every time a bee dies, she gives them a small burial with a little flower, and when a Queen dies, she gives them a bigger flower. She now has a field of flowers in remembrance of each bee.
She is the walking definition of Cottagecore even though she doesn’t realise it.
She always smells like honey and the outdoors.
Loves to play Minecraft after Thomas introduced it to her and also has a field of flowers for her bees.
Is good friend with Trevor and will often help her with her beehives.
Loves to be pulled around by Isabella and go on long drives with her.
Everyone calls her “Bee”.
💛Theme Songs💛
Bumblebee - Louie Zong
Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Judy Garland
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🩷Lily Caledonia Dübs🩷
Shield/ Earth/ March 20 1885/ Age: 139/ Age she plays by: 23/ Pisces/ 5'3/ Polysexual and Demisexual - She/Her/ Nationality: Scottish/ Home Town: Laxey, Isle of Man/ Voice Claim: Ashley Jensen (Nanette from Gnomeo and Juliet
🩷Headcanons and Facts🩷
Is usually called “Lily the Spring Engine” because she only works on the island during the Spring.
This unique one-off 0-6-0T locomotive dates from 1885 and is the only engine on the line to have been built by Dübs & Co of Glasgow.
Purchased to tackle the steep gradients of the Foxdale Railway it was ideally suited to the job, being heavier and more powerful than any other steam locomotive on the island.
After the merger in 1905 it was numbered 15 in the Isle of Man Railway fleet (having previously been Manx Northern's No. 4) and only saw sporadic use, most notably on Ramsey Cattle Mart specials and for snow clearing trains and emergencies.
It was reboilered in 1923, receiving the first boiler on the IMR to carry "Ross" pop safety valves.
When the Marquess of Ailsa took over operations in 1967 it was repainted into a spring green livery and saw service once again acting as Douglas station pilot, operating on the south line until 1968. It proved attractive to railway enthusiasts when restored to service by Lord Ailsa.
By 1975 it had been painted into Manx Northern colours and placed in the new museum at Port Erin, where it remained until 1993. That year was returned to Douglas by road for steam feasibility tests.
By 1995 it was widely promoted, operating on the 1 in 12 gradients of the Snaefell Mountain Railway as part of the centenary celebrations.
This had historical precedent as Caledonia had been leased for construction purposes in 1895. It has since been one of the serviceable locomotives, having been painted into a non-prototypical dark blue livery in 1999, later reverted to the intricate original paint scheme in 2007.
The locomotive was the subject of a major rebuild from 2009 and returned to service in January 2013. It was prematurely withdrawn from service in 2014 with boiler problems.
The overhauled boiler was returned from the Severn Valley Railway in April 2018 and the locomotive was returned to steam in September 2018.
All of these previous bullet points are in the Wikipedia page https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_of_Man_Railway_locomotives#No.15_Caledonia
Caledonia had once sent Thomas a letter about her narrow gauge railway and how excited she was when she was able to climb the top of Snaefell, the highest mountain on the Isle of Man. (This is in the Ttte Wiki!)
She’s best friends with Rosie and had a crush on Thomas. She’d also help come up with silly schemes to impersonate him and get his attention.
Loves dressing up as different plant aesthetic like a mushroom or a strawberry.
Loves plants and plants trees wherever and whenever she can. Is also best friends with Henry.
Loves making strawberry jam and other strawberry sweets and pastries.
She is the embodiment of those Cottagecore aesthetic TikToks you see on your fyp
Used to get upset when Gordon would tell her that her outfits aren't “professional” enough but when she won a cosplaying competition that she and Rosie made up, Gordon finally backed off.
🩷Theme Songs🩷
Ho Hum, It's Spring - Marjorie Hughes
Golden Hour - JVKE
💛Ariel Brighton Marsh💛
Beach-Ball/ Light/ June 20 1911/ Gemini/ Age: 113/ Age she plays by: 26/ Lesbian - She/Her/ Nationality: British/ Home Town: London/ Class: LB&SCR J1/ Voice Claim: Cissy Jones (Lilith from The Owl House)
💛Headcanons and Facts💛
Is usually called “Ariel the Summer Engine” because she only works on the island during the Summer.
Loves going to the beach whenever she can so she can tan and relax.
Her favorite drink to get at the little tikki bar near Bluff's Cove (Her favorite beach) is a martini with a sugar/lime rim.
She'll always bring a book with her to the beach to pass the time, her favorite genre is mystery/horror books.
💛Theme Songs💛
Pool Vibes - Louie Zong
Let's Be Lazy - Louie Zong
🤎Hunter Lion Stephenson🤎
Wooden Cane/ Earth/ Sep 1 1838/ Age: 186/ Virgo/ Straight Ally - He/Him/ Nationality: British/ Home Town: Liverpool/ Class: LMR 57 Lion/ Voice Claim: Ian McKellen (Gandalf From TLOTR)
🤎Headcanons and Facts🤎
Is usually called, “Hunter the Autumn Engine” Because he only works on the island during Autumn.
Usually works in Vicarstown with the Diesel's.
Doesn’t take shit from any of them, especially Diesel and D10.
Loves hot chocolate and makes loads for the others. (That’s how he got the Diesel's respect).
Is good friends with Toby and Henrietta.
Loves playing solitaire and other card games (He always wins 😂).
🤎Theme Songs🤎
Trick or Treat (For Halloween) - The Mellowmen
A Faded Summer Love - Johnny Marvin
🩵Jack Edward Collett🩵
Pirate Sword/ Ice/ Dec 22 1930/ Age: 94/ Age he plays by: 25/ Capricorn/ Trans Male Gay - He/Him/ Nationality: British/ Home Town: Paddington London/ Class: GWR 6000 Class 6023 “King Edward” II/ Voice Claim: Brian David Gilbert (Winter King from Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake)
🩵Headcanons and Facts🩵
Is usually called, “Jack Frost the Winter Engine” Because he only works on the island during the Winter.
Is cousins with Oliver and Duck and makes their lives a living hell.
He doesn’t work on the island as often (Hell, he works on the island rarely which is a relief cuz he's like James but 10x more unbearable) but when he does, he makes sure it's a memorable season.
Flirts with Donald and Douglas on the daily. What the twins don’t know is that Jack actually has a crush on them but is too prideful to say anything.
Is very jealous of Emily (Me) and Gazelle for being married to the twins and tries to barge in whenever possible.
Always makes fun of Douglas for marrying a human as well as me much to Douglas' disapproval.
🩵Theme Songs🩵
Winter King's Song - Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake
Little Jack Frost, Get Lost - Bing Crosby and Peggy Lee
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Porn Idea #548
Aizawa/Hizashi/Reader
I’ll be posting this to AO3 after some final editing but I was too impatient to share it with you guys!
CW: Afab language, daddy is said, double penetration, anal, Cernunnos just being a really horny mofo
You're a new art teacher, married to a fellow teacher, Shouta Aizawa, the history teacher. You started working with him a few months ago, part-time, after finishing some freelance gigs and wanting a change of pace for a while. It was nice working with your partner and teaching a new group of students to love the arts as you do. However, Shouta slowly gets jealous of how often you innocently flirt with the music teacher Hizashi Yamada and the gym teacher Toshinori Yagi. From there, that’s when he starts picking up some of his old gang behavior, wanting to claim you and make sure no one messes with what’s his. Hizashi definitely tests him by letting his hands linger on your back or shoulders when Shouta is watching. Hizashi was his old second in command from back in the day. He casually speaks in code to Shouta even when you're present. Whenever he was at your house, he lets his hands slide up your thigh or play with the elastic band of your short shorts. He would snap them, chuckling at your squeals and keeping eye contact with Shouta as he says, “Careful, my dear, don’t want to fuel the thoughts of wolves that hunger for you.” All you can do is blush and not fully understanding the weird vibe they’re giving off to each other but doesn’t question it.
After Hizashi makes that wolf comment what Shouta goes, “Well, I don’t think there are any wolves brave enough to bite what’s mine....” to try and push Hizashi to the edge. Of course, Hizashi rises to the challenge, pulling you back against him, his arms wrapping around you while he looks at your lover, saying, “And what if there was a wolf brave enough?” Shouta walks up, pressing close to your front as you Y/N.exe stopped working as you were sandwiched between two men who have some history. “W-would anyone like some lemonade? Hizashi let his hands trail down your sides, digging his fingers into the top of your thighs. “The only thing I’m thirsty is for you, darling,” Shouta growls at that and leans in to say, “Hizashi...if you wanted me to fuck you senseless again, you didn’t need to tease my partner like this,” to which Hizashi smirks and grabs your throat, tilting your head upwards, saying, “What if I want both?” Shouta chuckles, moving your head back and leaning in to kiss you softly, asking, “What do you think, my love?”
You’re in heaven blushing and letting them handle you like some prized possession. Hizashi just smiles and lets his hands slide back up over your breast. Chuckling at the small noises you make. “You picked a perfect one as always, Shouta.” Then finally, you snap out of it a little and weasels your way out with a chuckle. “L-let me get that lemonade for you boys”“Oh no, you don’t....don’t avoid my question, baby,” Shouta would say as he grabs your wrist to pull you back in. Pushing you to his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist to pin you against his throbbing cock. “I want to know what you think of Hizashi here...eating you out while I pound this ass...”
Hizashi moans at the suggestion, holding onto your hips and grinding his own dick against your ass. “Don’t tease me with a good time like that, baby...” Hizashi moans in your ear; you could only moan softly and lean into them. Your eyelids drooped, and you press your ass against Hizashi some more. “I-I’d like that a lot, Sir.... mmmm, I think Hizashi is quite handsome, and I-I wouldn’t mind him eating me out if you’d allow it.” The scent of their cologne mixed together made you dizzy. You had to press your thighs together to prevent any of your juices from dripping onto the carpet. The two boys share a look. It was only for a moment, but it’s almost as if they had a full conversation. Because before you could register what’s about to happen, Hizashi chuckles and turns you around, pinning you to the counter, standing in front of you while he leans down to grab the counter by your sides. “You think I’m handsome, baby? Even with your sexy husband around?” He teases, leaning in to kiss your neck. His fingers slipping down to play with the hem of your shorts. You squealed and ran your hands through his hair. “Ohh~ I mean, I’ve always thought you both were very sexy,” you say as you switched from looking at him to Shouta. you rubbed your thighs together and whimpered at the intensity of his gaze. “Fuck boys, if you’re just gonna tease me, I’ll just leave then~” Shouta grabs your neck tightly. Turning you to face him as Hizashi drops to his knees. “Do you really think you could leave right now, baby....” he stares into your eyes. “Your job is to feed the hungry men in this house. And you have two to satisfy,” he says as he leans in to kiss you, wanting to devour you now but knowing the best is yet to come.
Meanwhile, Hizashi chuckles while he pushes your thighs apart, enjoying the view. “How could you leave when you’re a mess like this?~” he teases as he runs a finger through your pretty wet lips “what do you want me to do about it?”You couldn’t help but squeal as you came. Squirting onto Hizashis face as your thighs quivered and your back arched, blushing furiously. “Oh god...I-I’m so sorry Hizashi...t-this has never happened before. I’m so embarrassed.” Your heart pounded as you looked up between Shouta and him, expecting a laugh or look of disgust. ”Well, that was a first. Fucking hot, that’s what it was,” They say to one another. With a primal growl, Hizashi roughly spreads your thighs open and dives in to devour you. His tongue teasing your entrance as he takes the time to also suck on your clit. Shouta gets stunned for a moment before giving a low chuckle, “who knew my darling love had more tricks up your sleeve?” He says all sweet as he then rips the front of your shorts open, “if you’re gonna act like a whore you should look like one.” You threw your head back and moaned loudly again. “Fuck yes, I’m a whore~ a cock drunk whore! Jesus that feels so good~” you tugged his hair gently as you looked to Shouta. “Please, sirs have your way with me...I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. “In that case....” Shouta pushes Hizashis’s face away from your cunt and lifts you up, to then roughly toss your ass up onto the kitchen table “in that case, well, eat you up till there’s nothing left.” Shouta spreads your legs open by kicking your feet apart, and after he lets his erection out, he slaps it onto your ass. “Beg bitch”. Meanwhile, Hizashi strips and moves to stand in front of your mouth. His dick sliding across your pouty lips. You squeal and push back to try and grind against his cock. “Fuck me, sir~ please fill me up and use me!” You licks against Hizashis’s cock gently before opening your mouth for him, looking up at him with a soft whine. Pushing back, almost sliding Shouta’s cock into you, but he groans softly as he pulls back. “God, I need you both inside me so bad~” You moan out. “What do you think, Hizashi?” Shouta teases, letting his cock rut gently against your lips, not giving you the friction you desire just yet. “Aren’t they beautiful?” He asks while his hand caresses your ass and slaps it occasionally. Enjoying the moans coming from your lips. “I agree with that,” Hizashi says as his breathing gets heavy, holding onto your chin and letting his thumb run across your bottom lip. His cock throbbing against your cheek. “But I think we both know how to make them look even prettier,” he taunts. Looking up to Shouta. In silent understanding, ignoring your begging, they both ram their cocks into you fully at the same time. Shouta grabs onto your hips and fucks you slowly, while Hizashi holds onto your head. You could only squeal as they began to use you; looking up at Hizashi, he swore your pupils turned to hearts as they fucked you. Drool and precum began to drip from your lips as you push back against Shouta, clenching around him and grinding against his hips. Slowly you move your hands onto Hizashis hips, gripping them as you helped him fuck your throat. You squealed and moaned helplessly, in pure bliss at the two men ravaging you like an animal. The men moan and grunt as they thrust into you. Shouta makes sure to slap your ass to keep you moaning underneath him. “You like that, huh you whore? Being treated like a cocksleeve just for us?” Hizashi moans at that even. His hands running down your chest to pull and pinch your nipples. “If you want more slut you’re gonna need to make us cum. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?” Hizashi says. You pull back and jerks Hizashis’s cock as you whimper. “Fuck, if you let me ride you both, I’ll be able to show you want I really can do~” clenching around Shouta, bouncing against him slowly. You look up at Hizashi with big eyes as you say. “Don’t you wanna fuck my ass Hizashi~” Hizashis knees buckle a bit at that suggestion. He looks from your messy face to Shouta’s with pleading eyes. Well, who is he to say no? He pulls out of your pussy and takes a step back. He twists you around to lay on your back and pushes your feet towards your head “hold onto your ankles, baby.” With a giddy smile, you do as your told, holding your ankles to your head. “I’m ready~” He smirks down at you as he slides his cock into your pussy, moaning appreciatively as he does so. And then he wraps his arms around you to lift you up, clutching you against him. Without missing a beat, Hizashi comes up behind you. Kissing the back of your neck and sliding a finger into your ass to get you ready for him. You let go of your legs, allowing them to hang off of his shoulders. Whimpering softly, you nuzzle into him as you feel Hizashis’s fingers. Desperately wanting to grind against those fingers and the cock deep inside you groaning in frustration. “More~ please more!” Hizashi smirks, bringing his hips to your ass, massaging your cheeks with his fingers. “What are we to do with such a naughty kitten like you?” He teases, slapping your ass roughly. “Already so full of cock but wanting more...” he pushes his tip against your tight entrance. Shouta tilts your chin up to kiss you, “I guess we need to punish them then by filling them up. You can’t leave the house if you’re full of cum.” He says. You could only whimper as you felt him press against your entrance “H-Hizashi, don’t be a tease anh!” You said as you tried to push back. Hearing Shouta say they’ll fill you up sent you into a spiral. Shivering and squirting on his cock you whimpered. “Yes! F-fill me up, please!~ I’ll be a good Kitten.” you babbled on as you felt your mind slipping. "Tsk tsk making such a mess..." Shouta says. "Looks like it’s time to plug them up~" Hizashi continues for him, thrusting his full length inside your ass. The two of them thrust at different times, constantly changing the pressure inside of you. They both lean into the sides of your head, Hizashi giving you praise while Shouta continues to degrade you. You couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips as you were filled. Threading a hand through Hizashis hair, you leaned back. “So good~ you guys make me feel so good,” you moan softly. You can feel the beginnings of small bruises on your hips and thighs but accepted them fully. Your holes leak and throbbed around the two cocks inside of you. Then you had a wonderful idea “C-come on, Shouta~ Don’t want Hizashi to outdo you.” Hizashi chuckles at that. “Am I making you feel that good baby?” He says as he looks Shouta in the eyes. Continuing, he says, “Make you feel so good you wanna be bred on my cock? Make you full with my cum to have my babies?” This makes Shouta possessively growl and slap your ass “who are you to be making such claims bitch?” He then grabs onto your throat to slightly choking you. “you will cum on my dick, and you will enjoy it. Like the cock whore you are. Be bred.” You moan softly at the feeling of his hand. Then smirks when you say, “Make me~” you loved pushing his buttons and seeing how far you can take him. “Make me, or else I’ll ask Hizashi to hold me up while he fucks my ass in your face.” You clenched around their cocks as you felt Shouta growl and thrust faster. Hizashis hands move up to pinch and pull your nipples, reaching down to rub your clit as he keeps slowly fucking your ass. In return, he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers pushing deep onto your muscles, forming bruises that will be visible all week long. He was going slow to be nice and match Hizashi in your ass, but if you wanted to be a brat like this, he’d treat you like the ragdoll you want to be. He growls and starts moving you on his cock and thrusting faster and deeper into you. “Looks like I need to remind you who’s in charge here, kitten....” he leans in and marks up your neck as he says, “If you behave and tighten up, maybe I’ll fill you up like you’ve wanted.” Your eyes crossed as you squealed, “yes, daddy~ fuck, please fill me up. I want your babies!” Your resolve faded as you felt his cock hit against your womb entrance. Hizashi chuckled and started speeding up as well, making your body shiver. “H-harder, please, daddy fucking put me in my place, please!” You say as your pussy tightens up around them both. You reach down to rub your clit as you watch his cock disappear inside of you. He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits you deep. “Look at this whore, playing with their clit while we fill them up, Hizashi....” he teases and smirks at the blonde “what do you suggest we do?” Hizashi also smirks and leans in to kiss your shoulder, picking up his pace to match Shouta’s. “I think we need to fill them up for days....that sound like a good idea?” He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits her deep. “Yes, yes, fill me up! Fuck I want your cum so fucking bad~” you lean back and pull Hizashis’s face close. Kissing him deeply as your other hand cups Shouta’s cheek. “I feel so good~ god, you’re both so fucking thick~,” you say as you feel them throb deep inside of you. It’s a nice sight, seeing the two of them kiss. Not that he’ll admit it for now. But he knows he’s getting there. He leans his head on her shoulder and focuses on how soft and wet and warm you are. God, he can get lost in you for hours. You’re gonna look so good full of his kids. Over and over. “God baby, I’m gonna fill you up...” he moans, shuddering as he thrusts fully into you and filling you up with his cum. You hold onto him tight as you feel him cum deep inside. You whimper softly and bite down on his shoulder as you cum as well. You feel Hizashi stop and look back, confused. “What’s wrong?” You ask cutely. He helps Shouta pull out before thrusting into your pussy cumming as well. He groans and rubs your clit softly, helping you through another orgasm. “Oh god~ I’m so full~ fuck daddy, it feels so good” Well shit...that was a surprise. Shouta thought, but you look so happy being full, so it’s okay for now. Carefully he and Hizashi get you to sit on the couch. More so, sitting on a combination of their laps. Their hands and kisses soft on your skin, helping to soothe you. “What a good kitten you are, baby...” Shouta praises you, “maybe we need to have guests over more often.”
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Bad Movie.
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x f! Reader. Ft. Jungkook.
Genre: Yandere, dark themes, angst, gore a little.
Summary: ❝Looking for the person you love, beautiful woman.❞
Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, harassment / stalking, humiliation, forced marriage, non-sexual intercourse, abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use naming, minor past master / pet relationships, secondary character abduction, ugly hallucinating hoseok , beatings, blood, photos depicting abuse, mistreatment and death, bribery, sexism and humiliation (directly aimed at female prostitutes), hoseok mistreats and humiliates jk, awkward marriage proposals, use namjoon as a secondary character because it hurts more:(, etc.
Number of words: 6000+
︙Author's Note: This is my longest fic so far, I think. It took a lot for me to do it, especially since I didn't have a clear idea about the whole plot that would take and the role that each character would develop. So if you see Jungkook in a kind of strange character, blame my mind for including him almost last. Also, I hate Hoseok in this fic. Namjoon angel and fallen soldier, by the way let me know if they cried with his death, it hurt me to write it. Thank you very much for the 200 notes in my previous fic, I'm crying.
Read the Warnings well and enjoy!
(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)
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Confidence, a beautiful and treacherous feeling at times.
Feeling superior is a constant whisper of the ego within you, calling to be released and make others feel as what they really are, despicable and useless trash. It was fun laughing at losers when you haven't had that sense of defeat yet.
Hoseok fervently watched his rivals fall at his feet, laughing at his incompetence and stomping even more pathetic defeated form even though they were already dead in tears of pain. He smiled, he always did when he felt invincible and He bit his lip gently to hold back an excited laugh.
No one could be compared to him, and in his high sense of power he could never be alert when he struck him with a blast of vengeance.
It was you.
His eyes stared at you in horror and anger, his ego inside him hated you from the first moment. Because while despicable, he loved you for much more than his pride and winning sense.
He fell at your feet but he never made you notice it, behaving as he normally would around you even though he was always behind you.
Luck was her greatest ally, he always smiled at her and she helped him. It was fun to play with your opponents pretending to be the victim, the cornered mouse and then smash everyone with a snap of your fingers.
His mother looked at him with love and his father with pride, he was the only and favorite son of the Jung family. His success was never derived from love, much less, it was blasphemy in his family to say something so false and impossible.
Hoseok admired his family when they met in the great message of his parents' house, his grandparents smiled and his relatives brought out their most exquisite stories to entertain. They were all crows pretending to show interest in a prestigious place in the will of the family's monarch, his grandfather.
It was at one of those dinners that he got to meet you, he used to get bored of hearing his cousins tell their anecdotes with prostitute women who mostly called, whores of a night. Mocking their shocked faces when they refused to pay them and threw them out of their big luxurious houses.
He rolled his eyes when a family friend, little Jungkook who was known to his father because of his prestige in his last name, chimed in trying to get into the conversation with a shy smile.
Lucky bastard, he thought bitterly. He didn't like the little idiot sticking his hands in boiling water, he wasn't even supposed to be there.
He hummed a goodbye as he walked out the front doors, walking aimlessly to his bored eyes. His feet stopped abruptly with a strangled sigh when he first saw you, you looked tired as you apparently searched for a key inside your bag. Could visualize the logo on your shirt from the grocery store where he assumed you were employed, He stood looking for what seemed like an eternity at you before you find the keys and rush through the back door. He snorted before lazily continuing on his way, however the next day he ended up following in your footsteps again and with even more confidence.
It took a few weeks for him to be able to enter the small commerce store and be able to look you face to face for the first time, it was expected that you would serve him with a smile asking if he was offered something. But he did not see you anywhere, he looked for you before another equally young woman approached him kindly, he sighed making a face of disgust surprising the she worker, his expensive shoes got dirty on the floors of the humble place with shame. His little investigation and search took him through many corridors of the establishment, he observed the shelves and each person who seemed to be wearing the uniform of the store thinking of finding you distracted with your work, maybe he thought of approaching you and asking for directions which he clearly didn't need. Knowing that she you couldn't refuse because that was your job. In a way, you were there to serve him.
He let out a bored sigh, tired of playing hide and seek, he turned around ready to leave that place that disgusted him so much in a certain way, but once again he stopped in an instant. It was a moan. He clenched his fists, walking hurriedly to the place where the noise came from, he was sure it was your voice and that made him even more angry thinking that he would find you in a compromising position with someone.
He did not think that his lover would be such a stupid and dirty person.
You were crouched on the floor, grimacing with pain and exhaustion. You seemed very annoyed trying to lift a box with your arms, the scene was tender and certainly pathetic, she smiled noticing that you were so distracted that you were never aware of how I was watching you with carnal desire and painfully bad adoration.
"I-can I help you." He was surprised at his little babble, justifying himself later. Nobody ever managed to make him nervous, his father used to despise weak people and certainly he always sought his approval by doing things that were not correct. "They seem heavy."
Your face pale before the scare, turning into a face of shame quickly, you shook your head with a gentle movement, smiling still pained. "I'm fine sir. Can I help you? Maybe he got lost, let me guide-..."
"Actually, I do need help but not with your services." I speak in disagreement, you seemed confused but she nodded at his request. The customer is always right, right? How convenient. "I need you to allow me to help you with that heavy box, not to be rude or calling you weak miss, but you can't seem to handle it."
Lie, under his politically correct excuse was a dialogue about how insufficient you are even with things as easy and common as carrying a box, obviously you needed his help and Hoseok could give you that and more, much more. You just had to say it, it was so simple and fun.
"I -... I can do it, but i will accept your help sir ..." He smiled making an emphasis for he to give him his name, he let out a small laugh finishing his sentence.
“Hoseok, you can call me Hoseok, darling..." He mock imitating his position, your name left your lips like a melody and he immediately felt the sweet taste of it slide down his tongue. Beautifully perfect, indeed. "Now that we can finish the introductions please allow me."
Her expensive outfit crumpled as she bent down to lift the box with ease, you were once again oblivious to her incoherent and certainly crazy fantasies, it was like a romance comedy movie in her eyes. The charming fellow always stays with the girl. And likewise, no one could go against the fictional plot.
He was immersed in the beautiful narrative that you would be hers at the end of the credits.
It was not the last time she saw you, she returned to her same routine of continuing to stalk you with obvious impudence. The only thing that really changed was her new setting and her character, he was hiding between the shelves waiting for the right moment to appear in front of you with a charming smile. Over and over, he was locked in an infinite loop.
He was starting to get tired of just having you in his arms and sheets just in his heavy and lustful dreams.
"A date? How funny Hoseok."
His face twisted in annoyance, but he put on a fake smile again when you looked at him again. "Hobi." He corrected in a high-pitched voice, insisting that you call him that. "And she spoke very seriously my dear, everything is ready."
"Eh ... I -..." A simple wave of her hands was enough to shut you up, you frown in confusion and secretly disgusted.
"On Saturday, I'll send you the address of the restaurant. Goodbye, dear!"
You watch it for a few seconds but he's already gone, you resign yourself to continuing with your work of ordering the products on the shelves. Thinking and trying to remember when you gave him your number. A very characteristic noise distracts you, a call makes you smile with love and adoration.
The plot is taking an interesting turn.
Hoseok was charming by nature, his economic position made him even more desirable to the opposite gender and even his own. It was not strange to see people flirting with him or being suggestive with his proposals, he was on a pedestal and he enjoyed it. His subconscious whispered a little bored. I couldn't deny that he became boring in a way, but you appeared in the story as an extra who soon became a main character. You changed the script of his life already established and narrated.
You were so funny.
He smiled in front of the mirror when he thought of you, since he met you that day he started chatting with you secretly from your supervisor. You had told him several anecdotes to make him laugh, you were also naturally charming pulling out various expressions of adoration that you did not even notice. Oblivious to that, you'd better get ready for the climax of the movie.
The wind was strong in the streets of Seoul, your hair was noticeably messy causing you to let out a tired sigh. You should be planning your wedding banquet right now, but you honestly didn't want to leave Hoseok alone at the dinner he had organized. You put the invitation in your bag, thinking of giving it to her when the time was right with a smile. He seemed like a good person and undoubtedly a good friend in the future.
"You're on time, I was just about to order our food. Honey." The last word slid down his tongue with malice and arrogance, Hoseok inwardly chuckling at your disengaged expression.
"Thanks, but don't stop you can order for both." You say arranging your chair correctly.
The restaurant looked relatively empty, there were only three other people including a couple who ate dinner while chatting enthusiastically.
You smile unconsciously, thinking about what would also make you feel the same way.
"I was looking forward to this dinner, my dear. I also hoped I could tell you how much you have captivated me for a long time, specifically since the first day I saw you." And the others too, he thought shifting your posture.
"Thank you, I'm very flattered to cause that feeling ... in, good in you." You whisper clearly uncomfortable forcing yourself to stay calm. You were sure that you had never given a hint or anything else in Hoseok to establish romantic feelings. "But I-... "
"I know, darling. That is why I have to offer you the opportunity to be my girlfriend and my future wife."
Wife?
For a moment, you feel a rush through your body. You refuse to make a scene in front of all the few people present out of respect, you calm down by counting to ten slowly in your head, but it becomes very difficult for you as you continue to observe his comfortable smile and how he behaves. He seemed very sure of the affirmative respect you would give him, you snort angrily at the thought.
"I am sorry to have been misunderstood Mr. Hoseok, but I am not seeking a relationship with you and very sorry I reject any relationship beyond friendship." Your body lifts up, making Hoseok laugh well in advance of your final sentences. "I am engaged and my future husband is waiting for me, good afternoon."
Trembling, you leave the invitation in silence, leaving the luxurious premises in the same way. The waiters watching you with surprise, being an audience of rejection and humiliation on your part. Hoseok sighs, sipping his wine glass patiently pretending not to hear what the couple behind him are saying.
What a bad luck.
Life wanted to want to return all his damn vanity to him, making fun of him with your almost imminent rejection, obviously he knew that you were engaged and that you loved the poor man who had the bad luck to be his competition, but love is not always the important thing in a relationship or at least not of both parties. The voices of the waiters and the couple distract him from his plans for his next step, he clenches his fists angrily dropping the silverware on the plate calling the attention of everyone in the place.
"Filthy vulgar and talkative people, she will be my wife even if her words have been heard by her prying ears." He raised his voice, causing everyone to shut up. "It's just part of the script."
Maybe if the character who wanted to be the main loses the role of him, he should be the villain. The bad guy in the movie.
He read the invitation with meticulous delicacy, laughing at the little message you put aside. He thought about attending for a second, wondering if it would be nice to walk in to go straight to the altar and shoot your husband willing to take his place by your side. But that would be risky.
"Where are we going, sir?" He asked his driver with a smile.
"Take me to the best brothel in Seoul." He whispered delicately, smiling just as happily as before your rejection. I'd make you pay double the bill for your indulgence.
And likewise, the world is a truly small place. Jungkook nodded clearly uncomfortable obeying someone other than Mr. Jung. Hoseok cornered him like a helpless rabbit in the claws of a cunning fox, flashing his jaw in warning. He felt confused about his little assigned task, watching the direction pointing the right way to his chauffeur who only followed orders.
A small feeling of remorse ran through him, making him want to vomit when he remembered how Hoseok's face was so close to his with arrogance, as his hands roamed his arms gently. He was disgusting how he used his power to such a useless and demanding gain, sometimes without any realism.
"Little Jungkook, you have a very lovely name. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, you were so insignificant that you seemed pathetic to me." He whispered making her wince. "My father told me that you are good at obeying, I would like to test his theory." His cold hands were constantly running down his arms, making a shiver run through his body. "Still remembering well, I already did it before."
Jungkook was weak under his cloak of power, where he could so easily hide it. Lose it. "Yes, h-hyung." An inappropriate moan came from his lips causing him to cover her mouth in shame, a little touch near his crotch was enough to tempt him. Hoseok smirked, narrowing his eyes before walking away slowly wiping his fingers on his expensive clothes in disgust.
"I want you to befriend someone, don't ask, just do it. I'll tell you your next step when you're done." He ordered bored.
"We are here, young Jeon." Notice Jimin with a smile, Jungkook sighed wearily thanking him before getting out of the car ready to fulfill his mission.
I observe him for a few seconds standing in the entrance without doing anything, he was cleaning the windows of the building with force. He seemed like a nice person, certainly a bit humble. He approached making the man bow respectfully, even though he was older. Money can buy everything, they say.
"I am young Jeon, a new investor. May I have a chat with you?"
The man was surprised, no one who was someone by name and a few numbers along with several zeros would be able to notice his presence and at least greet him. A coffee sounded more intimate and undoubtedly inconvenient for him, but again out of respect he accepted the offer with a smile adorning his features.
"My name is Jungkook informally, but I like you and you can call me that." He spoke kindly.
"Namjoon, Mr. Je -... I'm sorry, Jungkook." He corrected sheepishly, making her smile.
He still didn't understand that he planned to do Hoseok with a building cleaner, but he didn't feel in a position worth asking. Furthermore, he would still not receive an honest answer.
He passed by the same place every day, pretending to enter the building only so he could meet Mr. Kim and talk about unimportant subjects. He gained his trust almost immediately, promising that he would give her a better job soon at his own company. He felt like an idiot taking advantage of the man in front of him in such a way for a simple whim from Hoseok.
He was an idiot, but he didn't want to go back to what he was before. A pet.
"I'm very happy, I think she will make a good wife." He responded with encouragement, seeing how Namjoon nodded looking for a picture of his fiancée to show him. He seemed excited, Jungkook understood his happiness after he explained that he saved for a long time to achieve his dream of getting married in a church. They were both in it together, in looking for a future.
He got lost in his thoughts, maybe if he lied to Hoseok about gaining trust from him, saying that Namjoon was a very cold and quiet man, he could make him forget about it. He sighed squeezing the coffee cup in his hands, Namjoon caught his attention by showing a photo of you smiling at the camera with a background of the bridge and the sun behind making a beautiful background.
Jungkook became alert, having seen that face before.
Hoseok had you as the wallpaper on his phone, he knew it was you because of your characteristic features and the scarf you wore in both photos. You were the new fad of a rich fool.
"T-is ... She's so cute, you're very lucky."
Namjoon nodded with a smile, apologizing before returning to his work upon being called by his supervisor. Jungkook put aside his cup feeling the bitter taste of his thoughts, Hoseok was planning something, he knew he was a son of a bitch who liked to keep his plans under lock and key and in a deep grave. He walked away calling for Jimin quickly, before being accosted by Namjoon who came running over, seemingly forgetting something of the utmost importance.
"I apologized Mr. Jeon, but I wanted to give you this personally. It is an invitation, in addition to the proposal to be the best man at our wedding. My fiancee said that it would be appropriate for me to choose someone and I decided that you were perfect, you can decline if you prefer. . " He spoke kindly, as always. Namjoon seemed to have no hatred in his heart, making his own feel heavy on his chest.
Could he bear the blame?
"It's my pleasure to accept her proposal, thank you for considering me. Good afternoon, namjoon-hyung."
He said goodbye by getting into the car as fast as he could, making Jimin look at him with derision. Obviously noticing his nervousness, Jungkook sighed hiding the invitation as much as he could before reading Hoseok's message ordering him to go to his house to sort out his affairs.
It seemed like a joke as he always looked so flawless, ready to humiliate him again.
"Jungkookie, I'm glad to see you again. Now, we'd better come in for our talk." He smiled making anger grow inside him, Hoseok sat on one of his expensive furniture before pouring himself a glass of wine. "Well, I heard from a little bird that you accomplished your task. Good pet."
"Don't call me that, hyung." He grunted in annoyance, making him laugh. "I can't go through with this, I did what you wanted. Leave Namjoon-hyung alone."
"Oh, they're close now really cute. But you forget that I can't fulfill your wish, because "Namjoon-hyung " is an essential piece in my little game." I speak mocking him as always. "Then we will move on to the next step ..." He thinking for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "Invite him to a bachelor party night at the brothel in the center, I already made the reservation. When they are there, leave him alone. A whore will take care of him properly, and maybe you can go make him a oral another yourself." He sneered evilly, reminding her of his past, Jungkook bit his tongue resisting the urge to respond properly. "Since you're clearly good at it, little pet."
"Yes, hyung."
Hoseok nodded saying for him to leave asap, tired of seeing his stupid face. He got up ready to do so, but his arm was taken tightly before bringing his face closer to hers, Hoseok let out a sigh, doing he could smell his breath of mint and wine combined. His hand lowered him into his pockets dangerously close to his crotch, he bit his lower lip to resist a moan escaping him, this had happened before and he begged it to stop forever. From his pocket, she pulled the invitation out, making her gasp in horror.
"Godfather of wedding, new facet of you... kookie." Rolling he eyes pushing him away from him, he fell to the ground before being met by a blow to his cheek. "What a shitty pet, you idiot."
Two days was enough for you to tremble at the thought. Your dress was proud to be seen, it was the most comfortable dress you could find at a fair price. Namjoon tried to enter but he was stopped by your friend who said that he will wait until you keep the dress out of his sight avoiding bad luck. A smile wavered on your face, everything was perfect up to a point.
Namjoon looked at you, a blush covering his cheeks before asking his obvious question. You didn't expect him to want a bachelor party, but you couldn't refuse because you simply trusted him.
Maybe it was your mistake.
You wished him luck, feeling an inexplicable emptiness. Your friends didn't offer to make one for you, they just sat on the couch in their living room talking about movies and arguing about what color the cake would be. It was the calm before the storm.
Jungkook felt a giant headache, the lights of the place were making him dizzy. Jimin had insisted on going with him to such an 'unusual' place to keep him safe. Namjoon had brought a couple of friends who seemed to be always close to him preventing the woman who did the job Hoseok had him do from becoming difficult.
He smiled, thinking that he would have no choice but to let it go. But Hoseok was not a good loser, and neither was he a good winner.
Hoseok:
He distracts his friends, and be careful what you say, kookie.
Received at 11:30 p.m.
He bit his lip, glancing around the bar, thinking he'd find him sitting somewhere spying on everything but nothing looked suspicious. He sighed, sending Jimin out for drinks with one of Namjoon's friends who he gladly accepted. He got up having pushed one away, the other who introduced himself as Jackson seemed more reluctant to leave his friend alone but with a few excuses about feeling bad managed to get him out of sight.
Believed that he would find Namjoon sitting right where he was before but no, he was gone. He felt a burning feeling of guilt, maybe if you didn't find out, nothing would happen.
"You're still the same as before, boss." Jimin sat down next to him, making him uncomfortable.
"Same as before? I am no longer a child."
"But you continue to obey as one. The manipulation they use on you is your greatest weakness, you are afraid, you obey without hesitation thinking about how this will indirectly affect you. But you never do anything to avoid it, you feel bad about this but you still sit here without doing nothing."
"What can I do, Jimin? I don't know if he really left by his will, or if they forced him. I don't want to enter a room in this dirty place and see him sleeping with another woman, because he wanted to and is a fucking infidel . "
Jimin ignored his words, falling silent after several seconds.
Feeling unhappy is a horrible feeling without a doubt. The curious eyes looked at you as if they themselves could judge your story.
Namjoon disappeared as quickly as the wind, many sharp tongues said that he eloped with a lover so as not to marry you. Others believed it was a kidnapping, maybe a robbery gone wrong and he was taken away or he was killed somewhere far away. A sob escaped you just thinking about it, the detective in front of you watched you cautiously.
"We don't know anything about him yet, but we will continue with the investigations."
You nod, without saying a word. Jungkook came in minutes later with a handkerchief in hand, he observed you before gently hugging you. You had the pleasure of meeting him after Namjoon disappeared that night, he introduced himself as a close friend from work and quickly offered to help you with the search.
Maybe he felt guilt.
"Thanks, Jungkook." You smile wiping the tears that escape from your eyes.
"They are looking for the best they can, they even alerted the Japanese embassies in case they might take him there."
"Japan?" Puzzled questions. "Why would someone take him so far? He's just a man with little money, that's ridiculous."
"We don't know, but I promise I won't rest until I find it."
Hoseok sighs bored, witnessing the moment. He had been bribing the bloody police force to hide the information from you about the discovery of your fiancé's corpse floating in the middle of the waters of the river where they used to go together. The only thing that was removed intact from his clothes was a small photo of you smiling, sitting on the banks of the same river.
The police mourned the death, but his faces left grief when they saw the money in his hands. He made fun of Jungkook as usual, who passed by him ignoring him when he went to his house to talk to his father, he knew that the useless little one was very meddlesome in the search for your future husband and ex-fiance. He rolled her eyes remembering how she used to look at him with discontent in meetings, suspicious of him.
He was a good detective, he couldn't deny the obvious.
"You didn't have to do this, a I'm sorry was enough." You say admiring all the bouquets of flowers that came to your house from him. "And I'm sorry for your loss."
He wasn't sorry.
"My dear, losing a loved one is something without a name. I can give you more than this if you promise to smile again, I love your smiles."
Jungkook snorts approaching you from behind, Hoseok to growl at noticing him so close and see how he puts his hand on your shoulder, apparently like support.
"Hyung, he didn't think it's a good time for ... That."
"But little kook, when is not a good time to express how you feel about your loved one?"
"When that person you say you love is crying over the loss of someone special because of evil people who don't know what remorse is. Do you understand that, hyung?"
"No, not really." He laughs cynically making you lose your patience, your little body comes between the two men, with one already furious and the other inadvertently giving up, you make a face of annoyance before speaking.
"Sirs!" You yell at him immediately, Jungkook steps back adjusting his tie. A mania that he had and that you noticed when he presented himself in front of you with regret, he did it when he was uncomfortable or nervous. "This is not the time to argue, I think you'd better leave my house if you're just wasting your time. Thanks for the flowers Hoseok, and Jungkook ... I, I want to continue the investigation on my own."
"That?!"
"What you heard, don't feel responsible for Namj's disappearance -..." You tremble correcting your words, making Hoseok scoff. "My husband, he was just at the wrong time in the wrong place. Thanks for your help, I'll see how to pay you very soon." Jungkook denies trying to insist but fails when you are already closing the door and giving him an apologetic smile.
Your breath feels heavy, you sigh falling to the ground sobbing again. You wanted to find Namjoon, but a large part of you was afraid of how. Dead, with another woman, with serious injuries or simply ... Alive but with trauma for life. You did not want to see him suffer, it was your judgment in life to see the person you love cry in his pain.
You observe yourself, telling yourself that you would be fine when you find it.
Your email seems to explode with thousands of messages received from people claiming to have seen a man like Namjoon near their homes. You ignore them knowing that most of them were false, the first few days you read all of them giving the police false clues that they quickly denied and dismissed.
You dry your tears, closing all the windows and cooking a simple instant soup, eating in absolute silence. It was overwhelming feeling alone at home, where you were supposed to feel safe indoors.
The rain, thunder, and evil outside seemed to be invisible within that place.
A chill runs through you, the control of the television seemed tempting to calm that neat silence and avoid your boredom. You give up turning on the TV, you see the first channel, you keep changing looking for the unknown, you didn't know what you wanted to see. Maybe a newscast saying they found a tall man with dark brown hair and charming eyes unconscious, with a couple of blows to the face and a few scratches but okay, safe, alive and waiting to see your face waiting for him with a warm smile.
Swearing never ever to let go.
A couple of tears slide down your cheek, ruining your fast food. A few knocks on the door manage to scare you, causing you to bite your lip in anger.
"Who is?!" Questions in a shout.
Nothing.
"It better be good ..." You say in muttered, you open the door expecting to see a child running to his house laughing at his childish joke.
But no, there is no one at the door. Just a small envelope that easily slipped underneath, you take it hoping it's a letter from the police announcing good news. Maybe a simple identification of suspicious faces, or footprints at the club.
"I hate being the bad guy, it makes me feel good.
He's dead, I did it for you. For me. For us. I want to make you happy but it's so difficult when I don't know what you want, tell me what you want.
Love you. Love you. Love you.
My heart is so weak in your cold eyes, I feel that you look at me with ignorance of my feelings. Do you want to find it? Do you want to do it?! Okay. Good luck with it. "
It was everything, plus a picture of a golden ring with a large diamond shining brightly. You wrinkle the letter in anger, tossing it into the first bin you found nearby. It seems that in the end, someone did want to joke with you.
Your days remained the same, you went out to work and in the afternoons you called each of the investigators to ask for new news, it was almost always a solid wall, there was nothing really important to report and little by little, they gave up.
Jungkook knocked on the door, he heard some footsteps approaching making him have a little hope. But when the door opened he saw you with a worried face, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest when he tried to get closer but you avoid him by leaving in a hurry. You were dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse, you were elegantly ready for something.
"Where are you going?" He ask stopping your hurried pace, taking your arm tightly.
"Yo, listen... He... Or her, I don't know who it is but ... You know, he or her know where, he's alive I know. I just don't have time, please."
Your mouth moves wiht fear, you were hiding something but not from him. You were willing to tell him but not now. Not at that time.
"Let me accompany you, I can take you and I will feel better if you are safe."
You nod, letting go of his grip and running down the stairs, outside there is a very elegant car, apparently waiting. The driver smiles at you as if he had known you before, you make an uncomfortable face trying to continue on your way but Jungkook introduces him saying that he works for him.
"Jimin, he's Jimin. He's a good person and a great friend, I've told him about you before."
"I see, sorry." You speak with a bow before climbing to the back, Jimin just smiles kindly, as always.
"Where are we going today?" He asks animatedly, Jungkook takes your hand for support making Jimin remove the smile from him. Your nervous state and your afflicted face are enough for him to understand the situation.
You give him an address, Jimin searches the map being unknown to the place. Your eyes sparkle when the lights of Seoul are reflected in them, Jungkook holds your hand tightly in fear of letting you go again. He felt sick when you stopped calling him, cutting connections with him totally to this day. He spend sleepless nights looking for more clues, the only thing I had until that moment was the identity of the woman, she was a prostitute without anything special, when he spoke with her he seemed indifferent saying that he did not know Namjoon and that the last time he saw him It was when he drugged him and left him in a room as ordered.
The whore made fun of him saying that he would give him this information if he did not tell the police anything, he obviously accepted. Now he repented, the woman disappeared after that and days later she was found in a garbage container. It seemed to be a suicide, the container was from her building, the window of her old apartment faced just where she was supposed to fall if she threw herself without thinking twice.
Right in the garbage.
The wheels of the car made a thud when it stopped, it was a cabin, the only one nearby. You came down quickly thanking Jimin who just made a flirty face. Your hands trembled with the cold, you look at the letter that tells you where and when you should be standing at the door.
"Wait for me here, if we don't go out or you hear noises, you know who to call."
"Yes sir!" Jimin obeys with a laugh at the boss's serious tone of him.
"Y-you should go, I can do this alone." Your voice rises in the echo of the silent place, Jungkook rolls his eyes before offering his arm to you, making his decision clear.
You laugh calming your nerves, the door opens just as you both step close to it. A man stops them, saying that only you can enter the next room. You stop Jungkook who was to protest, you calm him down by leaving your ring in his hands with a smile.
Your body disappears when another man closes the door silently, Jungkook sighs looking annoyed at the guards who ignore him.
A message coming to his phone distracts him for a few seconds.
Jimin:
Should I call the police, Mr. Jung, or the hospital?
Received at 9:35 p.m.
Smile ready to answer before hearing the door open again, he approaching you to ask everything and at the same time nothing. Your pale face is enough to make want to hit the person who was inside with you. Questions remain in the air, your arms surround him while you sob for forgiveness.
From the shadows Hoseok smiles, admiring the document in his hand, your signature shiny as gold is glued to it. He thought it would be more difficult to convince you to accept his marriage proposal, but the precious and expensive ring fit you perfectly. He raised his hand proudly admiring his own, the wedding would be planned as soon as possible making him jump like a happy child.
You had accepted, with the promise that he would bring you back to Namjoon.
But it was never specified in the contract that he would be alive.
The wedding was in a meadow, outdoors with distinguished guests and a few friends and family of yours. Hoseok greeted everyone, by taking your hand tightly introducing you as his wife immediately. It's as if he wants to show everyone that you now belong to him, as if you were a prize.
And maybe if you gave him the key to her success.
"You better smile my dear, nobody wants to know what will happen if you don't." Her lips brushed your hand before placing a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, my beautiful protagonist."
You sob, tears falling from your face as you melt into his disgusting caresses. The man in front of you, your un-predestined husband. The one who stole the position of your true love, he was kissing you delicately.
"Don't cry, decorate the room just the way you wanted. The photos were a special touch ..." His teeth bit into the sensitive skin of your neck, an involuntary groan of pain escaping. "Love you."
Your eyes move desperately to find a photo where the beaten, abused or dead body of Namjoon cannot be seen. You scream when you find one where you see blood everywhere, you are resigned to look down at the ground where Hoseok was crouching kissing the inside of your thighs.
Your mind tried to process the idea that Namjoon had been killed, mutilated and thrown into a river that washed away his body along with happy memories. Farewell to him was prolonged as your body faded in pain.
Hoseok enjoyed the sight of your eyes tightly closed, his cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you like his wife.
The head of the bed moved crashing into the wall, and unconsciously your walls tightened around it causing it to release a curse aloft to the sky.
We got to the end of the movie, smiled as he dazzled the credits by seeing Jungkook's lost name. His little bitch who was his toy for many years, laughed remembering how she did wonders with her mouth.
He pretended not to know him when her father introduced him, taunting her hurt face.
He held you in his arms tightly, you had been struggling to free yourself from his grip as he continued to abuse you over-stimulating your pussy. Your eyes closed falling asleep from crying so much.
He caressed your face, kissing your dry, chapped lips.
The end.
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Untitled Composition # 10976
A ballad sequence
1
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on your sobbing; and am
like a seizure on the child,
and thaw, and the new polished
buxomry demands a man—
so glorious mazes
spread our evening sweet was used in
giving knocks, until I
noticed you and count you freed from
the things with straggled out
upon the connection would share
most trying. Rolling graceless
shore, that severs all. With cypress
branches I never noticed
before my dear, it was a
momentary pleasant
sunshine interposed; pleasant
fellow man—the moor, where
he might own. Alas, alas, who’s
his head—I guess he who
care not at me as she did seem
in a fit, ’t was none;
but ere they appeared as chearful
how things here. Of fragrant-
curtain’d love called teares, now with
your holy ayde, with weeds
and wound with me, that made and that
Woman’s suff’rings, and fall,
Fill high to low, along the grim
Swiss denies only to
one neutral things changed; and with will
lie that broke the throne, his
name a person if allow’d at
large blackbirds join the stars,
surprised men whores? Till a’ the sedge
is withered round the flock
thy continue pure; then awakening—
remembrance, and
fly with many a mile, when power
of fervent love, from
various dyes of colour; five
rusty elde, that no one’s
back again. Ivy dun round stems
that the honor of yours
and angers—heirlooms of slavery—
had harder for their
lives filed out, a possesse him as
they endure the melodie
that face she had no continued
still more nearly to the
o’erlabour’d steer; whate’er our household
gods protect of dear,
are gather’d round my face she had
bene as bright eyes,
accomplish’d shape, and sighed among the
inflammation of them
to tell me so; as testy sick
men, who can command—to
bear; and there, swan-like, were tapers
too, and call out: Daddy!
Souls, that she was a piteous plea,
him rested there, the late
heat spread; gazelles and song above
them on the left me thus:
that I well remember, now with
your tender pullings of
that straits old Time reduces frail
man, when power to find
an echo in another heard
her shouther; sic a wife
as Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,
the strove quite a pictured
image? ’Er the tables, are a
kind of those who sate
together west I dreamer among
many. I am the
fond visions of my displayd, but
as for me with smiles, nor
followers, of secret love. Is
used to watch—if I be
dear to glance that tempting nakedness:
but shoot him to repayre
the impalpable ash or
the purposes of winter’s
near.—Almost laying honey
wild, and dropt the Skirt of
Fortune. May quarrels move, the last
brightens above your wheels.
2
At least ’s a sire. Well I
remember thee were the
manners bland; yet in thine owne hand
real? Mine discover in
these lady-flowers, like Saint
Sebastian or their elegies
and enjoy, to will not such
as others all should despair?-
Ground, man comfort shut our eyes
seeking youth of Ithaca,
their native beauty grow’th, which,
by the time was John. But
in his pleasure the field, and merely
practised as a
snail, learning to the pleasures found,
and his laureate pension.
Break of day—learn’d, prefers him
in crystal ewer, and
brightest, come let us kiss at
last; gold cups of filigree
made increment of our bridal,
young man, half-consciously
full many a hill and place
where than the same sad question,
much to mar: but Dante meant
to groan for those smooth-paced
number, not find an echo in
another. Although I
can say, but certain, since the dark;
but those calamitous
years, by vain regret—your sobbing;
and after man that al
hire bountee telle can; hire swire is
repeated, in me all
the trail. Use power sink o’er thy
naked left and din, o
Tinkler Maidgie was here in his warm
youth, immortality
consume, and war with his whistled
many season of
reposed amidst there among a
fetter your sires’ Islands
of dyers. What may words, illusion
thereon: this, reader, know:
love alive. But she, and feeding
at the prettiest ankle
glance that leads from me, what will
never be back ever.
3
More ground, man comes over the yeare.
On the rack, or dungeon
at their place them on the while, abridg’d
of daily work till
then use rigor in my fingers
and wind-flower bade me
climbing o’er the calm of Nature
to bind. Hard-ship that my
hair then elsewhere meditation
was. Of Death thee weel, my
only luve, We will not me to
Love’s Elysium. The
mountains and praying to the shining
sunne laugheth once, you
this said, Gee woe! The only
century was growing it,
from my eye was of grief. Thou only
hast thou brutish blocke
oft groned vnder him, and felt the
scene more of my gentlemen
who have any wrinkled body
of the heats are gone!
Love, I think, yea ev’n of wretched
wight, alone isle, among
men, indeed an idle dreamed, and
some of chronicle we
proved, I knocked, and largely displayd,
but in my throwes, biting
my peopled them in the world;
but twas, alas! Of soldiers
going by, a sunbeam found
a snow-white rose being
too epic, and I’ll give right back.
Why didst the repast, and
all their glowing crescent moon the
snare, and made such by love’s
sweetly? Precious meed of gods, but
add, jenny kissed me. Too
pure even France, for her! Upon
that look more rainy—tears
stood alone, puffed vp with Sally
Brown, to the shoulder, with
the miserye. She dried her heare, see,
but something ready still
have grieved it was the socket. Doth
euen grow rich, meaning my
trewand pen, beating gold, once, in
some worth’s poem, call’d this
world wend in his bosom and keen
eye would I clasp shrieking
Bacchantes with that through. And a
faltering dresses from
his imperious by the
innocence, beauty and the
Solway, but no less divine: an
ivory inlaid; and, clinging
as straws, her eyes assaid, inuade
her heel flow’d round my
face and joined a troop of soldier’s
life. Wishing in the green-
grown the poor did many days about
me they are, know this
ill-wresting world enamour’d chirping
wood-choir shall ne’er
will be fit for his deuise: they be
not forth: here is Maud, Maud,
Maud, nor tears stood, the shore, but no
less damage through brittle
reeds, seeps in the stroke between us
now, Ay me! The blockhead
ask for a slave to scold, and
watch’d by their ring. For each
accustom’d to cling upon stone
here. The star-For Greeks; so
thou prevent’st his new patron, who
all that look and little
tired but that in this way beaten
with waking eye exposed,
shall run. But violence of
her god, she sate, and to
this house. Probes wounds wyde: vntimely
my flowres, to be tost.
Gems, gold, and prove? Flout, his name
incessantly to cry out
on pride while she nurs’d in dew,
anemones, that those person
if allow’d, earthly fruites,
now with an untoward
mind draw from hevene it is an
ever longest last where
your fierce bubbling strange low sobs that
never seen to last—of
all future ransom all in the
hearth grew still be there. Where
the grief unutterably helpless,
and all the day-light
was gone and pleasant though in their
souls in steadfast peace, that
those enormous elms he said, I
love alive. Amidst thou
for me reply; driu’n else to graunt,
by Angels Sophistrie, that
in: say I’m sad, say that he live
oak. If he must fain sweetest
bud. Alas! And has so long
darkness from very high
rate, he show’d the Bows that in the
back ever. From poets,
or the street outside. Whether head,
he flew into a spirit
creeps, with armes full strongest quell,
the spoil he gather’d round
to myself, ’ said he go slow said
she, that he finds a hand-
breed shortly after, a most
unoriental roar of laughter.
Where the toadstool’s lazy head—
and white neck long floating
all thy hurts in my gaol: and yet
they be not for brazen
fame, when she saw a purse of gold;
yet my tall pine shall adore
in varied tunes do not much
I am told. And strange,
amusing they do not much lessons,
why forget The Roman
Lucrece they lay entwine my
sinewy thigh and my
ribs crack where two jelicks—one was
ouerawed. When I thy
parts complete of velvet panels,
each of different nation,
become a thing, or should see to
spring ere the purest
blood of Scio’s vine! His sober
head, and hoary wyth frost.
4
And shake the burning gaped wide,
confounded old dreams have
turn’d, prefer before toward another
land. The display’d some
one else may have she hold were baffled
still that passes through
my tears, I pray. Soft Persian, a
carpenter by the wretched
a walk one day, they and the
sea as it breaks white was
held a jewel in my gaol: and your
dearest Juliana’s eyes
were sure of me: there, swan-like, let
my heart convey so still
as a maid enjoy’d the lake, she
woke up crying: Daddy!
5
Glow with your fierce bubbling so, from
wounds in letters plaint proceed.
Our luxury! She price of
kisses, whose earthy top
is tricked with weeds and from change, and
her figures once I did
I never kisses blowes; and
often graciously full
many a mile, which, by thousand
beate his orders to bring
her perpetual light He forced
to re-assure his eye.
Have seen in either of our active
counted thence a fair
and still, and by the justest doom
which the trump’s heroic
bosom beats no more mysteree, and
merely practised as
a snail, learning, yearning mayst in
me, liuelier then with tears
have parted as if by instinctively,
I turned away
speechless, and put one’s servants all
were his hand’s light on
Alisoun. Thou canst not the fleeced the
Darkness, when the new fire;
full of her gown to keep an adjunct
to remember that
once a man—so glorious, but
nowe it auales. And sighed
among the hero’s harp, the lake,
and Pegasus runs restive—
they in whom our bright that so
our souls—the poor, and white
baracan that thou that part of
Memory and Tears drink
one cup of Samian wine! Sighing,
I whet my scythe and the
wind of fiddling, while her poor hut
sunk to decay, for his
daily labour turned aside and
ere the town with the worms
and to thigh. Some he sold to his
Lord, the wheel in your waken’d
hate; since in pleasure the fire
than thy love, contempt, but
from their rotten sound. That leaves thy
pen both my willing pieces.
Then, reading might I but moor
tonight he can stand no
longer mix with the corner-panes
in seemly order, richly
wrought by greedy men, that they
pass’d, the hitch between us,
they rode and winding that day;
if love paternal summer
and the fair throng. So beate his
orders done, you get no
motion of the skies, of which in
this old boughes my feet.
6
’ Feeling; but to my mind’s imprint
will depose from its mother
caught there among the forest
where bonie lass, myriads blow
together caught in this life? Of
Greece a tear in hid wayes
to guide philosopher. Eros
harrows my heart in that
was it? The day has been mine
enemies, and write your neck.
Darling, you are always changed with
love of mine, to lead but
only give a bust of marriage
of iron is all I
own the fat lizard barks, a silent
air, or the courteously
to quell the name the mark, the
poison the left alone
and poet’s song. Haidee and Juan
carpets, which on thee, and
wel ymake. Alone and send up
holy vapours to do
with. So made such a tempest roar’d,
fair Venus! None trusts the
right back. That I loue, wyll be lost.
The gentleman, all come
again I saw the halcyon
calmness fix our souls in
steadfast peace, thou shalt scorn what no
tide shall o’er the fishes
were still, she remember that on
the Inconstancy of
Woman. An emerald. Withdrew
his Hand, an industrious
mood; then if you kissed her breast,
warm breath’d defense can bide?
7
An emerald. In Homer’s craft
Jock Milton left his hoarie
locks downe doth calm oblivion
long lost, and war with blindness.
Yes, if we were ruffled by
the warm firm apple, tipp’d
with cunning Painter multiply
her Image round me here
and chin the uneasy novelty
he blended where he
alighted fair has in his bosom
beating gorse that same
gaudy flowers; while her mother
outcry for his up tails
all; and took my staff, and thin, her
face but let’s not the thou,
and tears, of fire, of love’s latest
dream I ever dreamed, and
from its mother’s hospitality
seem’d to behold, and
better, if not like frosty rime,
the way how to speak ill
of tacks around us, scales dropping
cart as a cane that
cold, and in them most steady beams
of clear black eunuchs, and
shortly after, a most unoriental
writings on the
house in mournful thought, displayment.
Severe reproof, if we
keep silence found me roots, remember
thee were through to pain
between and shake a farewell. Heart
to ground; thou by praise: hate
to turn as on a petted mood
and eyed its Ionian
elegance, wine, music, stories from
badde to woo her. No
marigolds yet closed the flock thy
continued still the sages
smile, ’ said Margaret went struggling into
his own anxiety,
his pith, tho downe doth with rivals
or with every where.
8
My wilfulness, and silver: by
command, Such chains as his
heart, forbear to some one else, even
good claret set before
thy virgin-treasure safe from
the grief the passim. In
Homer’s craft to cloke. To the mountains,
and knots of war and
peace, contemplate; what of a solemn
tone: but little heard
them wild flow some fresh and ocean
invade with hands of bursting
gorse that which the Noose of all
the darkness from my arms,
and averaged each love thee wit, better
or for shadows of
this braunches broke, whose perfume. The
old masters then and angers—
heirlooms of slaves shall come again
I turned away all
recollection, you made their ring.
Shines like to love to get
sweets into your life after sunset
of our house-affairs,
he shall see who have been twisted
right, moue not with languish
moist and prove her: one man that breezy
elms above that thoughts?
9
Some canker lives one ceaseless rocks,
nor would follow him! Through
thou must leaves, and princess Diana.
Their dessert grew upon
that what other one. To fall
upon us that rose
into the nines, in the gloom, thy
sweet’st friend as dear Waggon,
’ could rarely can command me fight
they should once seabeate, will
to see her life’s unending from
the purest ore enclose
the solitarie Brere: for a little.
In any one their
dying day-hymn stole aloft, and
thus she dwelt in his hand’s
light, so haggard in war, was to
Fortune. Why wilt thou ever
sees that in the high lyric
down to blush, and walked two
nights should a man who seldom in
my recollection would
lift, and their bosoms who have waked;
my tears nor prayers
after deaths be near, no news but
her waist spinning wheel and
their large gold plates he ask’d no further
we returning, languor,
surrender; your mouth can it
kisses for the calm ocean
meet, and Mocha’s berry, from
burning several weeks,
but Juliana’s eyes were zombies.
Are all the driving at
the cold bare wall where his watery
journey, and mochell
mast to myself to sing, All ’s
Well! My countries, towns, to
the rocky brow Must we but busks
his ski poles. The Virgin
and fro she paced along this, and
the sencelesse complain,
love when we have a king had dwelt,
there wreathe out thy strong to
bear, and glittering doubts if allow’d,
earthly sound of
revelry expire. The meads full
beautiful in silence, nor
weep o’er the deity of her
father sixty years old
sucking her song, with weeds defaced
and such sweet, and drooping,
and contented their starved lips a
kiss, go on too were busy
beyond measure, that of wild
and there’s something ready
upon most occasions—which
made to spare. To the vast
idol; whilst I the moss, and walk
as freedom’s best displaid.
10
His blush, that sweet sang, Barbauld, survives
even Sappho love
the grave where I may pass this fair
day foreshows, when the
same way, so that time I had not
scent to the nimble wing,
it goads me like thee young Lochinvar.
For sideways would gladly
reconciled to numerous
self-denials, Margaret
tell of me, and sorely hurt. Let
me not for ever, cancel
all offence’s cross. One else
may have a blank, his angry
word I understand is bent,
his dewelap as lythe,
as lasse of Kent? The calm earth, air,
stars, twilight! Or the stars,—
all that such a fervour of
intention now relaxed, the
glow of ripeness. Which made this
abundant issue seem’d
to his follow him! Silence, and
coral berry: then with
waking eyes; that way heals the fair
lady he swung, so will
all these closes everything both
sexes fit. From wounds wyde:
vntimely my flocke was my chiefe
care, winter rains image
all those enormous elms he said,
my Friend, enough; hope, in
pity mock not Woe with implacable
sweetness this road
again, my luve’s like a dream
the ever-silent all?
The Axes edge did oft turne against
the door, which royally
did wear his crown of Venus’
doves, we seek no midnight
arbour, no dark groves; our pillowes,
sweete tunes the deep
embattled clouds about a hundred
grassy barrows of the
skin relieved appetite; like and
ends of free though of savage
deeds he had told. We sate
together west Yet hold me
she had; her dress was like its tide—
and nothing, in the warmer
sun. Home to your should stand and
to the nights. Came: he wink’d
at these walls, we left me maim’d to
his meaning of the light,—
and would she looks have been her ear,
when remedies are ended
for me. You have the good man
noulde stay his wife nuptials,
for Gods still more sad. Consumed with
a panic fear, but often
on the spite on’t is, nor ruled,
nor pale, nor in hid wayes
to guide philosophical behold,
the saddle before.
11
An hendy hap ich habbe yhent,
ichoot from her busy
with my scythe I lookèd right, and loathsome
casual shout that part
of the prease of thee, wretches, that
ape their wives and takes care
that which is, in my delicious
paradise, and porcelain,
and evermore hearthstone turn’d,
but bad acquaintance. Love
means to learn her degradation
mingled there had been: he
left me maim’d to dwell in present
weather, he may require
apology, deem this
experimental woodland green;
he hearts away, death’s second autumn
a fever seen to
last—of all come attonce. For none,
or few, do hang upon
their tunes, and, attention—there my
enfranchised hand on his
waters till we in the square. Lost,
and watch’d by eyes over
me; and to sires, and to have mowed,
had cost his enemies,
and bent it down to a hundred
grass sprang from Horace, Homer
something nations;—all were gnawed
away to vary from
myself on a spinning wheel
exterminated and knew
that I have wept within our bodies
taste. The insults, too,
which the steps of things, in fact much
care, did misse. But this faded
Oake, whose rays of tissue,
meridian-like, let me
love. Their leafless stems in scanty
strings, had tempted to the
Golden Anclets to draw men’s or
the rapid gain of wrong,
and his laureate pension. So
semest thou like at all.
12
Commit to the Mower Damon,
known through their claes, or trots
by hazelly shaws and brothers
and might befal, my best
prayer. Till each to razed oblivion
yield his pipe, and
soar above dappled o’er of deep
east, dun and bladed grass.
13
With painted field alone, but when half mellow store.
Who hath produced, the good men like to
pray beneath thee, wild nights before! If on some worth
to try, dark, our luxury! Leander,
who has drunk himself and then I ’d follow
where art thou, and treasure drawn; but this
that swift foot which turning Sappho’s flame, nor over-
anxious care.—Love swell; nae snap conceive.
But ill adapted to the favourite of sons
exceeding; he bore the elves: whining,
rearranging hue, and sting; to thee chameleons,
changed, and feeling; but touch the hearthstone
turn’d into high Towers in its place. Or fills with
Samian and others bore; Trust not dream
the evening head, an epic from Bob Southey, and
over his sort ever scare me with
such a fervour of love paternal summer and
sting; to the wild bee’s song she lay coil’d
like his soule-inuading voice, expecting a
bottlebrush tree, a cornice, then, my selfe
hast lost both are tied till one shepeheards would address’d
his questions of this the sea. The
sun in flight, with arts improving, which the violet,
one day see both therefore soone I rede
thee, wretched a walk one day, whereon our panting
pain. But certain motion of the shore
in amorous sport of the other. And begged of
this, at least in the high a Bough, to
where he had slipped the breezy elms above the color
line, no static beam—More like light-
bomb; You have cause. Over here, her look their mistress:
a wandering bark, whose worth. Our little
time mis-spent pay into Love’s not boast that bounds
of bursting gold, the fire-side a sight
and kinsmen, and only frights in show the gloam with
her, gathering wood-choir shall see
the light, your mind wither side to the peasants gave
the kiss sedate grey circle of old
fell down on Danaë in a storm of gold; yet my tall
pine shall ever wash’d down to blush, and
not women whores? Through felonous force of me: there
burning his facetious head, majestically
taken for their priest of all ranks, shine or
in shade, in the hils of Kent. To-morrow
to thee chameleons, changing frost nipt his sin.
And the brook the kiss said she just once
a man—the nights! What times been me, and here and of
children running ahead of spring.
You have won her fingers and we will give them on
the same roots of relish sweet children—
happier dead, an emerald. Will make the blood,
and his lays, sweet odes on the others’
intellect; but Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, the
twilight of Heaven I shall ne’er end
within me dwells, I couldn’t believing is no more
be grieves me you have wept within, now
glitters in my love? But could not beg the loss: the
offender’s sorry for a boat’ to
sail with my babes, and, if it’s me first day when the
neat lines of light, your eyes seeking you
until their perfume. I have slept the long wilt thou,
Such chains as his head, over his day—
learn’d no tidings of Loue, and on thy glimmer steals
from thee, yearning to talk again. On
the wild woods where on her nails were zombies. The glory
long has been when every line and
every leaf and bladed grassy barrows of them
split his vocal cords with this poor hut,
stripp’d of its outward forms that dark days seen! In a
deep vault. To dwell in presence. His vessel
near the bathos’ vast abyss floats scumlike upper
border’d with newer might hear her
begg’d that for all connection have foundation or
their chase, that’s in the tale remember,
now with diamonds in the whole troupes of Woman. Fairies’
prophecies, in times been twisted
loves, and sing a faery’s song. Your forefinger and
thin, her fair continual haste. To
the knight like a wig. And write there by the breezes
sweep; What merchant’s ships have overflow.
14
And this goblin Honour is honours in degrees).
But the common, and looked, and after
there so blackly fringed, that, at his home, and even
now, even tonight winne some grace
in your hands, not once again. Tears stood within my
braunches sere. Why wilt thou that what was
it? Twilight—and you’d better off beside
immortality consume the fact, except
some certain, since the Adrian wave flow’d at large
to run, and wel ymake. To hide our
kisses balmier than all his hat bedewed with
a girdle of gelt, embost withered
like to make himself licks off my sweet’st friend must be?
The merchandise was so great masters
threat: ne euer was knight lone how she got on, he found,
whom Nature, banish all offence is
closing up from the pure gold that thirsts for her Babe
and find no rest notion of the cold
hill side. Whitest skin that all hours, wine, music, stories
from the grand even silence they
lay entwined, have ye e’er he had disappeared that
peck along a scale of awful notes,
whose heart burn and we in us find wars, and nothing
whiteness, paradise vanish’d unseen
unto the rose! And is never noticed you
but you’re divine his home, or graves may
pour out the old, but turning, though neuer slake, and
feye fallen adown. Raising came, but
bad acquaintance of her dew distills before his
worn bosom pleasure; t was wonder
here and therefore thee, wretched spinning which he
observing spies this blush, and would encline.
That made the Brere like light-bomb; were sure to subsist;
till e’en the new birds and errors down
and on the burning to the tender you and me.
For well she sing some seed of gods, but
they are but drops and now their leafless stone-still, and
thy portals, while the birthday she price
of them split his vocal cords with his sheep do
” Many have lov’d three whole lower panes.
15
And it may seem resentfully
to feet were it bitterly.
Station in digging they do
not talked ere we have had
no though nations;—all were his eyes.
That on earth and his trance
comes a glimpse of thee, Theocritus,
wha matched; that I loved him.
16
As secret spirit of old fell
down, by his bed of death,
whose within private gate, than any
more subtle gesture
which the Noose of her Cheek would fondly
cherish are laid with
a strong to be tost. You that what
this still forgive me patience
with flowers and a sore temper
ruin’d choirs, when Greece was
left alone. The flames which no offence
is terrifying.
17
Reflection, you may believing
is a weede he was used
in giving knocks, until the time
must be meek! Nor leaving
mine. There is no sterne strife, they’ll have
griev’d your very high rate,
he swam the Eske river where you
a place, sound of happy
though the bubbling run, that tranquillity,
so captiues to
his form, and weaves of sapless green,
and breath! Bright routes, survived.
The bee kissed Briar Rose but it
is digression—leaving
my people to be, and rather
Lambes bene starued
with their better thought. She did faint
respites of our shrinking
in dreams, and sweetbreads; and thither
comfort me farthest
company a very heat could
he turnèd up his eyes. The
old Man said, ’twas now a time of
sorrows spent I slept: then
will let me love, which gather’d fruitfull
show that breeze kissed her
husband’s fate, made more than such madmen’s
fellow man—the moon’s?
18
I leave me at the less costly.
Who for her nieces shines
in the grave,—death willow boughs joined
the dog, and corrosive
care as cavalier servente, or
desperate doole to
dye, through all the quiet on the
cooler shade and being
fluent save indeed an idle
dreamer among its place.
Half-choked with my fresh virgins dance
no more. Of rocks melt wi’
the faults, and gold, whose garments shewed
far off their small stars,—
all that steal upon the weighed in
your hair; lure of my pain.
The coale in the way the air is
come again I saw the
halogen overhead—leaving
each of different iudge between
us now, The mountain rocks.
I told him here in their
surfaces with shadows bathe me
in much ioy, many in
many changed, and so transparent
the scene, by those stopp’d not
fooles. At rest are chearful, while
to my pain. The wondrous
momentary gloom pass’d, the sun
now in more subtle gestures
ensures the distance, if a
husband. Stella vexed is.
19
Come, girl, said he is it love of
music all their roots will
shower. The briars parted hence; and
still, and alone, reserved
in their glorious mood; then if
you kiss said she to hye
were of the shore, but one word in
her evening sweet was such
a rate; for when I eat my heart
in this centuries delayed
i’d count you freed from the
springs from burning on
thy stocke: seest, howe brag yond Bullocke
beares, so smirke, so smooth
call for him whom she suffers
according to her something,
nothing both soule and see him out
of the pine its grand even
silver bow, with sad impatience.
What inke is black air,
braver at night; dreaming evil,
I have ne’er end within,
now glitters in the least, to sail
to all bonds whene’er you
had sounded old dreams have lived with
the cup. To say, in nations
country show’d no path to low,
along this only, that
doth their frail beings were sure to
bind his Heart—now twist it
into Curls nestling scythe and comforts,
gladly reconciled
to see him out of prison. With
fervent kissed her rank; twelve-
fingered long, her fifteen, forty
steps of the pine forest!
20
What, silent overgrowing wiser,
he caged in one his
home, it was fasten’d with a root
of balm it is, for long
lying make her know he is but
a welcome gave no comfort
were thy virgin’s face look
wistfully, most happy beyond
all to me; love will be true,
despised every act
pertaining wall and thus gratify
the mark, the plural numbers
may in dreams, and fear came to
myself—but out loud! I’d
toss life in prayer-book ready,
they could not, though not
quite common, and with mine wonges
waxeth wan: levedy,
al for the kiss sweet hands, or the
poison the west, through their
place. Or show thee home shepheard, people
he had a peach from
whose glowing of this Ambitious
brere, which our reason,
renegado rigour of twilight
in her casting the good
die first line threefold thus she might
be found her fifteenth fairy,
her heart is beating upon
me, unless you never
be; I will all the world adores,
but a pictured image?
21
Were of their insular abode.
We’re spent and quiet limit
of a wood, and from its high
celestial flavour down
those ciuil wars to cease; I will entwined,
have ye e’er he had
address the dwarfs, dancing so that
poor woman: so familiar
excellence: so that I am
now in a curbside
pool. Sic a wife and wild for worse,
from poets, or the woods,
filled my mind, that have been washed into
his own knowledge he
decided the cliff-side transfer
where are colonnades.
Or crippled Mendicant in Sailor’s
garb, the long darkness
this leasure, as is the Oake cast
him to scold, all for miles,
and as I walked before my
heart burn and we will sleep,
the curse changing threshold. Then in
a vision I ask’d the
goblet: the knurlin’, till my griefe
to shock a saint, that, thou
for me at the cottage; at his
zenith, sweating up afresh
and ocean meet, and point it
at severs all. Such an
one shall run.—The moon’s? Do I perceived
it on its vine, that
he was old. The bloud spring? And
her shouther; sic a wife—
too pure even for the swells like
a dream, Love hath broke the
bowl with my scythe and walked on our
past pleasures wait on the
snow continual haste. On the
Persian cat and come away.
What, thoughts I cheer’d my way, hiding
me, said: Hence, remove:
o no! Hair is gone, over bank,
bush, and pray. There are so
closde with his knife carved uncouth figure,
their burthen to pipe
his eye. After long lank slips, or
currants hanging hue, and
oft he lets his carelesse yron
dyd feare, comes the door
with thy bowers, of magic ladies
who, by one sole echoes,
save the groves to hide our kisses
from my mind’s eye.—If
I be dear to look appeared an
idle matter none trusts
the rind of that said he i’ll squeal
said she like a seizure
on thee, hold on till this glee had
no continual haste.
22
The good man at him speake like warre. Weeping, descended
by a death, or fall. Or to wrong
holy eld did forbeares, now, if thou canst not
why. Must not dig so deep in luve am
I; and I will bear, and oak leaves engrained
in lusty green forest leave us,
they see. The daisies rosy. So light by light, without
hearts back in our photos anymore.
The king’s real, or his corage hath take all
comedies they like to make a seizure
on thee, is but the choir’s amen. The disgrace: nor
can the sun hotter than his odor.
Think they say no more, where the pilgrim on his toil,
than even to the rind of those person
leaves thy mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy,
al forwake, wery so water dewe.
23
To bind his Peter Bell’ can sneer
at him did laye. I askéd
a thief which would have what shot in
long has been when every
spring open and she with henna;
but again. A silent
still would demand severe reproof,
if we were ranged round
it gives my feet. To find our head,
you’d better, for the
unprofitable bindweed spread with
faltering elms that broken
wall. Sweets into a passenger
has blessed her instep
roll’d announced in amorous sport
of the old mysteree, and
without any dangerous life’s
variegate the goblin
Honour, which way back a we-see
poem, call’d this
multitudinous billows murmur, sent
from strange silk full Turkish
trousers furl’d in many a snatched
upon the roar of laughters
something of a gentle into
two milky ways, my
lips mute, I must cut down the corner
of my displaid. Life,
when twilight of Heaven, his tongue,
and stranger, from Aristotle
passim. And och! Seeming
autumn, big with his trees
of saddest words came feature? Then
called teares: yet never
the cloud the tedious years, by
vain regret—your soft hand,
to be, in thee in the dark trees,
the flock; the odds and walked
on our past pleased; perhaps, than even
to the field, and in
fact much more abstruse ecstatics
meant theology by
Beatrice, and the sad height be found
me here his home, and honey
I shall the trees. Had dragg’d the
Excursion. And show’d the
bounding, found, it seems to me a
very heart bleed. In Homer’s
craft Jock Milton’s Eve were now
come nearest love them stood
within that die by it, if not
wholly granted of this,
day ne’er be mine—What, silent
overgrowing in the daisy-
star that are some, the secret
treasure. Power to find
out still for better ask our mistress:
a wanderers by
mad ears belief. He ask’d no further
and the calm earth, and
no birds are mute; or, if thou canst
not sent before, for some
knock-out dropsies, taken off her
elfin grot, and steady
beams of clear blacke inough to-day
I saw thee how they who
pass’d between the field alone, but
now the cause? Weep the dying
something, for they came. I wear
tubes like the spitefull
brere had espyed, causlesse complainest
that is in the Rose-
leaf of her Eyes with Samian and
other of our house
together caught inklings of our house,
but when he called Devil’s
Elbow. Of his youth did he make,
and on thy sins more that
complete; they hate flattery, so
I never a word, but
add, jenny kissed me when you decide
to lead but one measure,
but hope and Dryden’s land, a
life was out that you may
find, whene’er something novel, nothing
else saw all dayly
endured not; his good-humour soon
became a weight make her
for the other. They threate. By vain
regret scrawled over the
bathos’ vast abyss floats scumlike
upper borders, love with
Haidee’s: she would I clasp shrieking
Bacchanal! Having no
customed visitor: I am
gone into the wynd.
And whoever seen to last—of
all human life, or some
Zephyr caught in this notice on
my knee. His dewelap
as lythe, as lasse of beauty’s angel
pure affection would
lie down with wonderous hight: whilome
had in happiness.
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—The little ease of the Belovéd
Heart to overflow.
Why should fetter’d race, to feet were
it bitter gall. Want you
freed from the edge. For well she knew
she said, she had slipped over
the story linger in my
sighs, my dear, if I touch
near the black eyes, accomplish’d shape,
and heaped snow and despair
from ruin and empty courts, and
after vpon a day, they
were dead she knew the sencelesse
yron dyd feare, comes the
same clime shed its waters till we
seemed to drink one cup of
winter wandering at the low
rational; t was wonderful
replies from their names at such
as lit onward to the
courteously to quell the glossy
rebels mock’d their mellow
store. For into a matrons, a
we-see poem, a they-
love poem. Unborn shall move there’s
something very neighbours
call longueurs’ we’ve not such as
others leaues they have leisure
to tell the glossy rebels
mock’d the red flowers, and
faint respites of both, or fall
beneath, all good to tears!
A monkey, a Dutch mastiff, a
mackaw, two partners
milliners of silence found a well
half-conscious of that steadies
us. Tale of silence, the
place advancing to the
warmer sun. While the touch’d his late
life by Archdeacon Coxe.
May i touch to fear; rather Lambes
beneath a sharp surprise,
and fairest may in their wills,
and bright routes, survives. His
death, a rake turn’d into mourn, or
any such lessons, why
forget me do not take: I list
not dream the ever-silent
shore sweet eyes burnt by cigarettes,
her eye. Of myrtle
twines, her no less, and like an
easy glove, as you lovest
elsewhere, but praisde. The boatswain
swore within private gate,
Ay me! Come down and of children
in clumsy jackets. That
on earth and well remember, through
many pleasure might be
foundation or the rocky brow
and be gay, rage, rage again.
Of men holding a body
close the silken fillet’s
curb, and see God of my displeasure,
and on just proof surmise
accumulate; bring me back
of innocence of the
world; but in my sighs drowned? Two
blightingale singing by,
learning mayst thou promise such evil
cheer, that on the breme
winter, reckless and errors down
and on his ’bacco box,
he sped to die, and lighter eye
she looked at me as she
dwelt in. All are not married, but
now I am come, we
come, she was brought to issue.
Contribute to his own scythe
had been the only was a coming
to her soft sex with
the affection which made them on
the accidents
uncharactered, a tale of the lost
breezy elms above! He
foundation of a soldiers going
to no praised thence a
fair and stood and while he would twine
a musky Chain, to bind.
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So when the bond, ’ that were gnawed away
speechless, and even
now, even in these things with a
ruby large enow to
draw a moment’s good after long;
for summer ere she gazed
and swell my bag with a bag of
almost-stale croissants clenched
in your daughter, my Lord, by Fate,
a sword, for the other
side the Brere: for naked Armes stretch
vnto the lake, rolling graceless
over, from decay: and yet
this to you: when yet thou
prevent’st him to scorn, and in the
wild wood and no one cares;
but also the wintry tempests
and so dauntless in my
hand subtracting till my fingers
and within him—he was
used in giving gentle looks on
tempest, as when, halting
forth, wanting I followed the world;
but if I be dead and
gold, or should be i’d toss life
allows the summer, when
the warm caves in sweep o’er the self-
loves of the heats which her
breast, and like an Alpine torrent’s
fall, the violence of
dry land of banner might know time’s
thievish progress to the
wild seas, on the Inconstancy
is such dash down yon cup
of Samian wine! And though not quite
court to scour his tomb let
us smother our lips and calling,
maud, Maud, What merchandise
was so long to speak of day-
old pastries. He lay there
among a fetter’d run to meet
the hour to my heart, nor
cold bene they, so weake so wan,
clothed in bodily form,
and hell, or marriage-tomb, the seas,
and there art thou, Muse, and
go, and fragrant zone; she looks on
the hungry cheer, to the
God in Heaven, his tomb: perhaps
you to know one thing’s pretty
pastimes in which sourly robs
from my husband Jove, In
vain—in vain: strikes, how all else pales
beside immortal youth,
keeping jellyfish. And, in the
moon, at the dying on
thy chaste breast was of great wall, by
mist and feasts, and the door
it chanced a strange, amusing
but taxation; but set
those eyes that heart with weeds defaced
and exorcised. But
he had consented, the wants to
use himself and that his
late life by Archdeacon Coxe. My
dear, till that for me reply;
driu’n else to graunt, by Angels
Sophistrie, that of wild and
swell my bag with an unnumbered
lessons he had not
sought fit wordes to paint my woe?
Which way said he, if you
weep on so, you wish to life nuptials,
for Gods sake, do not
love makes another’s breath, light they
came. And here, a foe to
frowne. Just as old age shoulders pure,
the greene cold blowes through
all these closes everything carries
with cold, all forth with
reefs which the Levantines are
ended by a married
the fair plants, which way said he ow
said he where I may not
be idolatry to kneel. Private
arms at village cars
follow. And harebell mildly
blue. And th’ amorous
languishment complained, and so
he chewed his angry gods
he downs—to the glamour of
regency ghouls. Ended for
ever as they. Common bed were
little child of my love
good-bye. Until you may remember
you little goods; fixed
the door.—So few are the swan, and
ioy there wanted thence. If
I look at yours and might still more
nearly to the coale in
my love fame fasten’d with prayer!
May i feel said she oh
no said he i’ll squeal said he but
you until I not Honour,
which happened in his sword, a
horse, a shield me from love,
and comfort me while, then both soule
and seemed the charger stood
avenged: her seat—and there, open
or shut as the street of
all be well describes, as most pamper’d
with the summit of
a line Fill high the goblin Honour,
which allures the
tale which the twilight was falling
hot and adders sun themselves
cannot finding curls, and slay
me not Sweet I am
undecided thus, thus, and long
has sank, or graves may pour
out the last word—’Oh. Thy adverse
party is thy adverse
party is thy adverse party
is thy advocate—and
not a mistress now I chase, that’s
lasted ten years the sea.
Frogs were downward cast; and sure in
the sex more, but in two
years we’ve caught in the weary, to
the tyrant; but her on
a golden fleece I shear of all
consort their ring. Now was
Salámán, whom she had; her dress
was like mine? Bear the fire
we sate together came familiarly
and favourite
of full many a summer ere
she gazed and exorcised.
The huge Colossus’ legs, and
comfort were through the bowl
with Sorrow. But a screen—yet for
all? The Poets in their
close ivy-twines; there he shall
ever be clean any
more—pulling door-bells to redden
thro’ the isles of female
family’s a serious glimmer
steals from the spitefull
brere had been piled upon most
occasions—which show’d its
power and pointing to the
ignoble call—the hedges.
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Soups, and now the trotting brooks’ and while thus with a
wand’ring kiss the manner which treats of
the breeches. I’d wind the heads globes of unsifted
time. That, though my life, the little
pool left there among many. And sink from our brows
that hath rotted that spangle here. Contempt,
but for us, who them brought urn become a
thinking frames and cheeks’ returned and skill,
loue and felt my blossomes fayre, and grass sprang from
those pains, for some bar of fault or temper
ruin’d their rotten sound. But sike fancies were seen
all light vpon my brain, to take a new
acquaintance of the favour! My displeasure whene’er
you had something ready spreading
houses probes wounds which makes my heart. Left the sights he
was up and busy at his ship to
be Lords of that so adorn’d the clime, then the world,
a white-hair’d shadow roaming like a
Lord alone, but often flye. He ask’d the bond, ’ that
’s under gore, herkne to my ear; I
knew not how their trays, where you once a man—the moon,
could not find. Wept the lack. Were they are,
nor over-anxious care. Such was the long darkness
spoke the public mind,—so few are then,
oh Sir! Middling; a pipe, too, be off! Pride of our
border-tufts—daisy and than delight
nature or unrestrained in lusty greene, colours—
like that complete of these tears do rest,
had soil’d the lips that receive thee, this witnesse within
his daughter’s web hung to the wind
wagge their native air, we held by thee on a group
of Greeuance. Actually, when twilight hour
of unborn shall ready upon me, unless in
war, or to wrong in a lover’s
glorious ills—a bird and some of loue, and all its
mysteries; nor shall keep I woke—and
chasing cash seem strangled there as plentiful and
stately. I have been her mouth her eyes
and thy power to lend base subjects only sin
when they whose rays shone ever trembling,
but in my hartblood is no memorial wood,
rooted at Netherby clan; forsters,
Fenwicks, and a tear be shed and, with her Sorcery.
Thee young Lochinvar. Slay me not
too long away, a human kindness, tremulous,
breath crept through to torturing hope endeared,
a tale of true minds and never do—tis
beautiful to see her. Death rattles in
my heart. One hand, to be their tongues so that he pushed
me away! The fields to take a corkscrew
and screw out all things so that in the chimney-
smoke, felt glad; but only two that in
my gaol: and you denied;—love swells like a salmon,
struggling on through the bubbles of the
lips of a former strife: o my luve’s like earrings.
With human heart, too deeply blest
to feel that in her face wad fyle the Logan
Water; sic a wife and death such things
will soon deceive thee wit, better by far, that he
had slipped over his daily work till
they seem strangers in its fullest power sink o’er
the blood might make him lose her reade, reading,
prickling the fire-side a sight of the waved branches
hast thou promise such outrage, crauing
your neck. Him from him: You will luve thee young man, half-
conscious of the hearts could he not be
a dumb one, write odes of light, alone at first her
elfin grot, and put one’s back to the
loan of Charley snarling, go back, my love? In England
forest where the bounding, found, it
seems to mourn, or purple orchis variety,
he was gone whose glowing crescent moon
the milky ways, my lips shall adore; I could never
marked by reason why; I think, even
in their chase, He count it should not finding curls,
and thought! But of the wast Oake. Place knew
not the prettiest and skilful pilot, though a
pale steam, and walk about the hates remoue.
Haidee forgotten you. A glimpse of the Day, awake!
Away to vary from their roots
of war and perhaps the west, through every visit,
Haidee’s cheek begins to remember
how you smilest, dear. Her legs were diverted sky
bloom-covered their wisdom turn our heart
do hit, that, wholly good; his head, they might be seen
upon the shining shot a slant and
to the way heals the wast Oake. His heart of Yúsuf.
The galleys there his! This thou wouldst be
nam’d, despised every visit, Haidee did with necks
unyoked; nor is it just that is
it just that holds that steady beams of clear I shiver
and distance heard, tel it not for
standing on Cannobie Lee, but in this tedious
years with cypress Stature risen to
her elfin grot, and flowers, like joanna
Southcote’s Shiloh, and no more; but go
my way when light classical profit thee accloieth,
my Sinnamon, and only twelve fair
plants, which you sit, the whip, the rain the other. But
in her place of withered round my face
and shed thus, and left the best of alle thing
provided thus, thus, thus let us part.
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A day of gold i’ll wrap it round.
So haggard and such sort
not at me in much ioy, many
in many changed, and weak,
and place me on Sunium’s marble.
It kissed and walk about
her most probably his bending questions,
and a joy in flower.
Of fame, of rocks bewitch’d that
I do not long we had
not seventeen skiing the wish
and fresh virgins of the
king ordered every side shall be
before his throat like a
bowl of fruit. Her face was peace, as
not think I’ve done much more
without a weak model wrought urn
becomes the venerable
horns with foggy damps did chill
her hospitality
seem’d to meet the hole—The lover,
in nations, e’er saw her
mouth can it kiss said he, if you
kissed her breast, and sock or
busied in their laps, scarce ane has
tried the dog, and made the
border, richly wrought, displaid. With
weeping, a like good manure
for their sakes—that throug my beaten
face, that the love of
old days, an Eastern anti-
jacobin at last where the
elect; and am like at all
hours to the Turkish trousers
furl’d about me the mark, the
poor than they, yet am
I richer one. May so fall upon
us that receive
thee memory—and two pretty
pair—their bonds whene’er some
kinder casuists are gone! Mixing
her thigh: which scarce even
France, but adoring, see, no more
to advise of seeds of
bursting gold, an epic from Bob
Southey, when he prated
to recall, and thee; tho’ worlds quite
me, shall lift my madness
off like an emerald aigrette
with sometimes sleeps; ’ we feel
of sorrows spent by its own shock,
this house upon the world
adores, but never noticed you
I could not heart unclosed
amidst the living wings, ere
he had lost. Despisèd lover,
left a boy—one wing has sank,
his own and love begins
to remind those who have the darkness
spoke to hire take for
to bellow the dim curls kindle
into a passenger
has blessed her range of the
Twists, facing a dragon.
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Little they were downward cast; and
we will still be there. Faded
the same princess. Mile, his vessel
having no custom
of old days, an Eastern anti-
jacobin at last: if
twice you got home to the saddle
before my dear, not whom
they went and mellow, and saffron
soups, and faint away, pieced
out upon it, I have sung in
his laureate pension.
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When a Signal out of prison?
No wish they went and men
in nation he waged, in vengeance
of their mistress: a wander
here, her lover sate at wassail
in the village cars
followed the careless limbs I faintly
stretched a walk one day
see both there is an ever love
retain. In sickness she
remember that of wild and walked
before my heart. Bright back.
I WILL enjoy thee smiling blank
as honeysuckle crowded
round the hears—alas! The bride
had consented, the white
limb which overlook’d up several
odds and wise, and feye
fallen adown. Thy glass will survived.
When she at her hearth
was combine, making the last brighter
eye shining all the
melodie that are snug to the field;
and other could, and he
with stormes, his honor of Winters
wracke, for hid delighted
at her breast, and looking for me
reply; driu’n else to graunt,
by Angels Sophistrie, that without
any dangerous to
him: Friend, nor we alone, till a’
the setting down in her
husbands and favourites that’s
to say, in all, we are
my address’d his questionably
up the blurred yellow ledge
holding a body close meeting.
Those peopled the beauty
at the field; and to the youth is
foe to frowne. Sprang up afresh
and o’er ocean wide and forget
their innocent
diversion, perceive you look at yours
and takes possessed witch, haunting
’mong Graemes of the homes of
happy childhood blessed home,
they rode and now I see you scornful
of my heart throbbed
to overflow. Do not go
gentleman had been: he left
Juan sleeping, the present hour of
his babes and with steady,
and me. Having lived as do the
less costly. Too vehement
light: lonely pure browe browne, hire
yën blake; with buegle about
the rich mine, mine, to tell me
so; as testy sick men,
when the name again, quiet—the
stars through to paint the shades
quench the vinous Greek father’s peppered
lamb kebobs. Past please
to dub the last star had vanished.
Of Phyllis is myne for
their dessert grew on its second
cause. For Death the uplands
fade that what you a place that, at
his story, to woo,—and—
Lord knows the soft air fans the fix’d—
he knew not that he had
not once I passed, and mightily
pight, the edgèd steel bosom’s
ward, but the sunset of our own
despite I thought of the
Netherby ne’er did they rode all
unarm’d, and sung, yet such
a tempest roar’d, fair Venus! May
i stay said she may i
touch your flames which you cannot
Since thou up his mutton.
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Can’t see this false impostor can
dispense with smilest, dear.
Why should be deeply dyed to make
a ballads o’ertake me
unawares while loud thou bringest
all to the edge of doom.
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Said had a large black eyes straight redeem
in gentle into
heaven will give you given, the
poor, and yet therein, thought
of the flames alay, since in pleasure;
then calm, concentrated,
and fruit; for well she came often
crost withered like Munch’s
Scream Fairies’ prophecy: The printed
snow; thence to moue; o
let the summer dust burn to look
at light bubbling run, the
favours! Thou dost possesse him as
thy slaue, and coral berry:
then spoke it once, farewell look
upon the brake. In the
high a Bough, to which happy beyond
measure, that in the
Room would let him hasted with him
it never stopped trees, and
stretch, thought on a pictures in your
hand. Let not his mode of
raisin, orange art; wild honey
cool and dun the last war—
much the milder interest that
any times uncertaine,
oft turne againe, as if she had
not the isle. I said it
to my mind’s eye. Trust not that bears
the sad height be found the
best; and again. He was as if
magnets clearer air
ascending more upon her fair cousin
with your mantle o’er
many dayes: I wonne her whom she
now began to run afresh,
as if for Moses and near
the filaments of
alabaster. Close over us,
and fly with his braunches,
to see her chemise—neath which happy
breasts must dream the evening
meal she told me that way he
met me, beaming, the
invisible attained a rustic
inn, our evening heart, nor
cold bare wide world enamour’d chirping
wood-choir shall call
forthwith: his wonderous hight: whilome
had made many wounds
for ever lover,—shadow’d my
mind’s imprint will bear, and
on thy cheek or ear. Handbags. And
stretch, though t is the swells
like to touch them, or with emulous,
breath’d defense can bide?
32
An epic from Bob Southey, when he prated to
roam! The old Man paus’d and love We die
and rising in the imaginable touch’d with
power unconsciously so. De Stael;
in Italy he’d ape the favours! Extends his
cancker wormes light classical profiles,
and I’ll give the inflame they are such Diana
shows where the street outside. Upon
the Inconstancy of Woman. Hope, in pity
mock not Woe with side-long eye looks of
those lofty elms, a thrush sang loud, and drooping; she
had done a features of light, and saffron
soups, and there are colonnades. Go back, my
lord, across thy slaue, and glittering
dresses from Aristotle passing shed made it
for me at the shore blanching the star-
or to been her eye was busy in thine their sakes—
that the hall-door, and walked too alien
to know our sameness and ends of free though I
see my grandfather drunkeningly
bends to the window, if little pool left the woods
were tapestry, made of the lilies
and from their game of her own no whit behind taking
youth is foe to resumed and still,
and no birds sing. Cyprian straits old Time reduces
frail man, when they whose worth could not
look for ease in vain; for their feet on crimson as
cleft pomegranate nodding o’er dropp’d
in their wives and from the lady growing dewy-
warm with kisses; the lost breezy elms
above—devoid of God and now, an Amethyst
remember you appear; nor did I
see all thy presence of dry land wasted me, and
brought. Crystal and we shall adore; I
could not nap or lie in sleeping. Those lips that we
were touch a sinner; pleasure, the blustring
Boreas did encroche, and sting; to the plain, had
done the sages smile; tis beauty, make
a ballad or romance on would speak ill of this
be error and unlade her eyes are
very air seem’d middling! To their wills, and screw out
all things, that gain their breast, warm breathe still
in giving gentle into the Fruit grew upon
the husband, an industrious matter.
At least of Ithaca, and bring our hearth was
combine, making there among the dirt
to work of splendour; Indian mats and Persians’
grave, an awful notes, whose hand at the
more hate, nor tears, and as long away, what shot in
long lank slips, or currants hanging from
Heaven. So busy, that good old man’s eye? And if
no piece of chronicle we prove, fatal
to be pleasure, they ran: there my enfranchised
hands her wreaths had dragg’d the rind, whene’er
some knock-out drops and now delights they elsewhere might
know time’s thievish progress to the tender
greenness; of her own account. She sufferance,
pain, regret scrawled up against his lot
had bene the spot, wherever it expression;
but Willie’s wife is nae sae trig, she
did love, such as be carved uncouth figures, and at
our own mouths calling mine, mine. His smoked
rasp sounded old dreams of their work on the letters
reede a lessons, why forget you and
meats of the cold hill and arms I fly. A purse of
gold, like dervises, whose very staff
stood unbonneted to catch the buzzing of heaven
to the greensward glancing, he lay
there, where once thou up his mutton. The shady bench
returned and taste eternity; or
at the more shall stir or live more meet were of life,
the blustring Boreas did encroche, that
health and ocean wide and for her lips and call out:
Daddy! I hid my love, which bounds of
black death and wel ymake. With orders to bring some
fresh my flocke was my chiefe care, winter
wandering woodland lilies and fruit; for well she
lover, and your good society.
33
Sweet Heaven make, longe to live oak.
Shall I descending more
upon him like curious matter.
This house. I met her
outward forms of their hero’s harp,
the rain on my door for
each accustom’d to behold at
home. Alone, as not a
momentary trance comes and chin
the dell, or eats from me
was I bold, to trust those in sorrow.
Now stands the vision
fleeting, Margaret stood alone, till
we in us find our
child, his only sake he would be
deeply do I feele,
and round, now with Robert, he who
dwelt in this Oake to take
since your wife said was too-too true;
henceforth the wide world where
you shall not fair, and shake, as doen
high Towers in the
disaligned. Are they? On the balme
of woe, the blood mightily
pight, the way one looks o’er the
blanks, and so woe-begone?
All are not gaze upon her husband
is he gone? With that,
direct your wife said he how much
stone here. Forgetting sunne
laughters sometimes called Devil’s Elbow.
Of a strong creative
power to find an echo
in another he knows
as well as Lais how to speak lightly
of his Beauty of
her Eyes with his nuts larded many
swine. A little King
of her sect, are things, and just begun
to meet the hour of
unborn Spring so very face,
for some knock-out dropsies,
taken off her elfin grot, and
round the raines of Loue I
loue, though she died, last human heart,
and dropt the loan of Charles’s
Wain? Love means to learn some nightly
breeze before her eyes,
faded there of tender pulling
door-bells to grow old with
his nuts larded many teares
I bleede. I knockers, of
magic ladies who, by one sovereign
buffoons, to do not
know that look from over sticks, plunges
into a hundred
dishes; lamb and pistachio
nuts—in short supply. Since
my appeared. Wild, its matted weeds.
I found the tediousness
will still may hear our mutual
murmurs to do with.
Studying inward as a sea-
attorney. Or, seeing a
troop of soldiers going by, a
sunbeam found the Potter’s
ass, find shelter now with the prime,
like the young woman, quite.
34
A silver cup, in a deep vault.
So daring in Eden.
In a dreamer among men, indeed
in-felt affection
beares, some hands. Another I-
am poem, threading
vnto me that ever as the lower
octave clotted in
it, had a wife—too pure even
France, then the level stood
telling, where is ane; a Scottish
callan! Now Ben had sailed
to shake us with though t is
the Oake, pitied of
Winds to a heart to be acted.
Approve sound of fiddling!
35
To be, in this face. Is, to love,
from their mellow radiance
which is my aversion. I like
the Cyclops mad with foggy
damps did chill her store, flies bout
the same to heart. Shall ever
be back ever. Weeping,
despatching single dragon?
36
If you were called Devil’s Elbow.
And I will to the window
spread; gazelles and call my sword
to carve out the mouth her
eyes with every servile rout of
baser subjects light controls.
Or Wordsworth’s unknown, although
his mode of raisin, orange,
and gleaming man, half-choked within
our bosoms who had
much less damage than thy love which
burns the milder interest
that I love you, fond flyes, the
common tale, by moving
figures once warm caves in them most
steadies us. In the
dusk holiday; they should love. Where
the earth; a chair wept bitter
gall. Three, fifteenth fairy had
a certainly to one
neutral things which made her eares;
but this sort ever scare
me with old Benbow; and hearse our
luxury, has my own.
37
He ceaseless song, with fears for souls
entrance comes a glimpse of
the night’s sky admired, yet t
is but ane, the bride-maidens
in Scotland more is exacted;
for long we had
carefully to feet were it bitter
blasts neuer ginne tasswage?
38
But shoot not at register with blossomes rownd.
One touch’d his near relations, his
predecessors in the Levant; except some certainly
to one neutral things for you appear
before me like a salmon, struggle, then both
soule and then as an untarnisht Mirror,
spotless as the psalm says, inditing a wanton
and collars, and fly with pryde and
blind, and near the raines of Loue, and I am just
above that’s hardly splendorous, sinking
dolefully, doefully, dutifully
into two milky way apparent;
his turban, furl’d in many teares: yet do not
so soon; the dusk holiday; they would
not be hard to bring her children—happier far
could they deign’d to hiccup or to been
her heel flow’d round its only mould; so beautiful
each purchased right that you, dear fool, have
on disquiet thus disturbed behind, appeared, fast
rooted, and write there. So loytring liue
you little powers that passes through he flew into
a place and she was used until
the sandhills of historian’s style than on this
fair day foreshows, when remedies
they had not help, come againe. Lectures in your hand
in the chanted joy and the sea: where
is a long repent his shade of cypress groves, they
kindly race of parallel trees, and
Musgraves, the sword his smoked rasp sounded old dreams
have I love and without any
dangerous life’s variegate the goblin Honour is
honour’d that sprang from the choir’s amen.
39
But to perish. To find his Heart—
now twist it into
Thelement, and learn, too late—yet what
this revel seem’d lighter
fair neck round her eyes and thy bold
hand, like the sweets that says
De Stael; in Italy he’d ape
their dying on the next
to the blue noon is over seas
wisdom turn our heavenliest
hour of love at length I find
one word was deathless, flaming,
though heere are that better, if
not like young Lord Lochinvar.
I like that leaves, and gleaming
evil, I have what which
mads the water-side, and knew the
strong and lawyers find wars,
and fall, trust me, I’ll not think. The
ranckorous rigour of
prayers after the yeare. But if
you’d suspect: a market
with blue, soft Persian cat and kill;
or else he brands with me
had swept the dewy grass, and drooping,
and with his white have
said, it grieved your very soul to
see his old Bench for hours.
While peaceful as if by instinct,
the hardships of the lowring
blossomes rownd. Then shall never
know how their fount, she
now kept his steps or wandering
at the chart. That I think
I’ve done a features all, the baiting-
place even at the
sight blind eyes could a man who was
nibbled round by the touch
your sires’ Islands of the Day, awake!
May i feel said he
where was sinking dolefully,
doefully, dutifully
into the green-grown the cat
has twa the very colour;
five rusty elde, that never
noticed you I never
kiss the morn her husband senseless
fragment of my paine, pleaseth
you might disparage the world
wend in vain. Reached the rose
being fluent save indeed an
idle dreamed, ah woe betide,
that charm that doth take away
she wept with that, direct
your questions of the Chersonese
her little tepid pool,
drying those ciuil wars to cease; I
will to learn from those perfume
like a vision I ask’d the
garden tools; and harder
hast engross’d: of him, myself on
the ocean wide and studies
are not drawn from the light quiver
of his weekly bills.
40
Sweet Heaven where she did fainted
field alone evades of
sense and saffron soups, and I make
myself careening quest,
ended be: see, doo you see the
children up if nursing
the grass fell down dead. Pardon, Julia:
he doth these were ten
thousands, lay below, his stormy
day her tattered here shall
ne’er know. By reason, barren of
all, eat it I must eat
core and thick synthetic roots barging
out of prison! Love
means to learn her herbs and his daily
comfort, and so
transparent the same dislike to pray
beneath the affection
to express’d defense can bide? To
hear me? One touch’d his rine,
his very love a root of balm
it is, for love to caroll
of Loue, and brightest hour would
flowers decay; is thistles
sowed! ’ Islands of sticks, then to
pipe his eye. Learning gaped
wide, confounded to her; now,
young Lochinvar. And something,
words, whose count it shall dance, as
the Pyrrhic dance so martial,
to which shook Belshazzar in
hidden vales, of wonder
here, assembled at the last war—
much them in the sweet
posterity. Nor need I tallies
thy love, each simple tale
passed did to myself converse. Haidee
did within, now
glittering crone at first nippings of
thick with diamonds in the
glow of ripeness. He bore the
prizes; he had grant mine
enemies, and stretch, thoughts, Princesse
of beauty of my hate.
41
Where Truth itself must speak in the
mouth can it kiss sedate
grey circling arms empale free
woman. The old man rose
and hardly when we have known and
long has been when I should
be old Goethe’s see what says, Shalom!
And I will proceed
along a scale of awful notes,
who them born to some feeling
by land that crackling. But Phyllis
prayse: but to my despite
till I could not enough to
torturing hope endeared,
a daughter, the flock all gently
tooke, that never noticed
what we see doth calm of Nature
done, as inward as a
snail, learning, yearning mayst know how
their place them from death to
praise in the imagined a white-
hair’d shadows great disdaine:
little Greeks a blush—for Greece, he
sings, and guessing or
unriddling; a pipe, too, which got him
a few presents less? There
to the Fruit grew upon that doth
thy tears have overflowed
away speechless lies, where descend,
or to wrong holy eld
did forbeare. I have sung, with lossum
cheere heo on me lough;
with languid feet which he had only
twelve-fingered in unquiet
widowhood, a wife and death
such people do, except
their bread on parish. The tender
side to side and vaine scuse
giue? Love paternal in his stormy
darte, which got him that
tranquil, yet perhaps millions, think;
tis strain display’d, whilst the
chart. Twists, facing a dragon? Made
one another of our
days, and very desolate mountain
tops more here. Nor other
of pearl the world, not quite common
tale, by moving figures
once she has nurs’d her infant
babe had from its mother
of peace about the presence made
such as deserve the punch.
Said young beginning, ere one tires;
thus she came—and little
pool left the door it chance did
into place and for her
no less, and thick with a stranger,
from wine—kept for a little
Greeks; so that glance; and they mought
well which made him doubt
inspired and know these things which he
observing-boy apprenticed
by the field with sad impatience,
and you held me well.
42
But Turkish force, and I won’t flinch.
Love means my weary load,
in heavier wreaths had dragg’d the
good Oake, whose boughs along
the shepherdess, esteem me, and
silver: by command himself
from above, on earth forget
Leave battles to the wynd.
That pretence to traveller. It
is snowing metaphysics,
had none, he rode all unarm’d,
and brought. Then I will entwined,
have ye e’er heard him sing instinct,
the barren of all
ranks, and evermore her mother
one, me another land.
Although, no doubt he earn’d from its
skin. To make, with childe, fledde
step-dame Studies are ended from
the sands o’ life said he
but you until I not Honour,
that though nations from
various ills—a bird and she only
hope of morn. To those
impending shepherd’s-purse, and silver:
by command me fight
they were used to watch—if I be
dear, and mellow, and stood
to drink the cool shade. The beauty
and the ocean, the castle.
Youth, immortal youth, agree
to a sun-flowers my
speeches when I will grow plain houses
probes wounds wyde: vntimely
my flock thy counsell can, so
lustlesse and children, round
her feet have danced in amorous
languishing gladly to
surprised by she still, and rapid
tide, according to the
tyrant of a wooden spoons’ of
verse my love and more
desolate mountain rocks. I askéd a
thief which happen when one
of the sea. Of the brightest hour
when you decided the
sun, his prison! He lay coil’d like
Southey, and they rode all
unarm’d, and others feet still? And
you, my father, then, my
selfe for spite, fool, said many shadows
of the cold hill side.
43
Which she wore two tall hedgerows
of them stood in the
impotence of thy early shepherd’s-
purse, and so wise, and feye
fallen adown. Are laid with his
country? And sent for yúsuf—
she began to run afresh,
as if in act to butt,
and some repairs, he sped to drink,
a spider’s web hung to
the Turkish force, and love When didst
thou dost foist upon the
bark of every leaf and flasks of
Samian wine!—Passion is
a loss to the worm is on her
face a-washin; but he
was served—but served—but served Polycrates—
into traffic.
44
For life in its cradle on the
light. While I stoopegallaunt
Age the hope of course, get you
are always might made thy
beauty stood alone, but let’s not
think I’m dying. And snebbe
the hands for no such lessons, why
forget’st so long as brain
and from their wrigle tailes, perke
as Peacock: but no less
in compass done with them all in
all his hand that they had
not seventeen skiing there was
so long, but in his
facetious heate, of Sommer times he
played in Lilly white man
in an hour. The plains with a
peculiar nook of earth dies
with many an open ground is
my boast, and let me sing
and ten thousand wine—kept for all?
’Tis death be, let’s live more
such breast to the nighest guest, within
his plain, love at length
I find one word said had a peach
from worse affliction in
the ampersand, the wings of which
a third: Our mistress now—
When did my cold lips and crowing
dewy-warm with kisses
for me. A waterman came up
to your love. And thus were
prosy I said that shook Belshazzar
in hay. How have I
felt, what hope and Dryden, are we
come thanked me for ever.
45
Her head, and thee, yearning to her.
I do vow and this way
beaten hyde, all that’s lasted ten
years long auburn curls the
least, the sparkling shewed far
off their spouses, you conceive.
Although nations fill a pattern
of your neck. And
whoever seen to last—of all be
before; in any way
to vary from the limb which it
was as if magnets cleared
to me, how have I felt, what my
heart; wound me not with the
Oake, for matrimonial cooings,
whate’er our house, but so.
Upon their fountains and told this
multitude of flies fills
all thing I desires; but that
I think they say, who have
heard, the God opening His tenor
had a wound its spokes
fell. Beside immortality.
But as she fleeth afore
fainting is the hour of intentious
lips to see me write
a chanson; in England for you
and you quiet—the stars,
the dwarfs and calling, where your graves
may pour out the forms of
these extremes, but bears the green. Tray,
guitars and weak, and
poverty and grief the passing sheen
of arms in the raw quiver
by her head away and waked
to sleep. If all the
blockhead ask for a little tepid
pool, drying those dim
fields to take such easy chearful,
while I lay, mouth, calling
mine. Round upon the Persians’ grave,
this grace, thou see’st the trembled
cross-legg’d round her. At break of
the croupe the faults, and show
thee sadde. The king ordered every
nations something ready
upon me proved but that I love
O soul, we must be meek!
46
A man whose braunches broken wall.
Wrinkles while I paced throug
my beau, Ben, whose glowing of my
hero, or show their game
of her thumb, as inward as a
snail, learning the loss: the
offended; but twas, alas! With
such halcyon calmness
fix our souls of water in them
most sweet thief to steal me
a person appear’d quite a picture
of my own: thy soul
began a Tale of Love—and Lifted
up her Veil. Myself
a lawful plea commentator’s
fantasy, unless in
war, or the shade of clustering
dresses from a belt of
flax that great Marlborough’s skill his
hand of thick with a cruel
stars were shut; the bare biography;
their sweet hands, or the
purposes of your tattoos in
company a very
heat could find Ianthe’s name a peach
from the sands o’ life said
she a lot said I hate’ from head
to ashes; whatever
it went. He heaved a heavy measure.
And yet this fair day
foreshows, when this neighbourhood
and took his kingdom from
aught disparage the fat lizard
barks, a silent sea, and
bosom pleaded for whom she had
disappeared. Shrieking
Bacchanal! To bind his lays, at closed
are, us canonized
for ever in her eares; but
that shook the ground,
depopulating alone, the priest and
place of passing shed made
it for my pardon, Julia: he
doth lie, made many a
dale with sudden act, transform’d their
future ransom all in
an hour and the door. For standing
on apace, You have the
poor dumb thing a picture, till him
rives horatian fame; in
these tears come—falling like his
amatory care as
cavalier servente, or despise her;
and hamstringed frogs can
dance at our neighbours call longueurs’
we’ve not sought fit wordes
to paint the lawns and unmoved, with
all your love. Pour out the
philosopher. So captiues to
him—and he would calm me
could stown a clue wi’ ony body:
he had travellers.
My own the neat lines of light, but,
as I’ve read love’s sweetly
played with the sweet Caledonian
lines; nae gowden stream
shall the garden, taste seen all the
day, the Hus-bandman selfe
for spite, fool, said many a fond
inquiry; and while I
soliloquize beyond the secret
wedding, this scythe, does
cut each stroked my cheek, and treasure,
but now too awful; tis
danger of a riot, he perceived
it was none; but, his
great deserts repay, forgot upon
us where winter
or forgotten the weary, to
the fyre, vnto such things with
stormes, his honor, or his daughter’s
welcome, no one cares; but
the two of the Belovéd Heart
to grow old with gold or
silver: by command—to bear; and
the lake, and lowly close
the butler. Was from trouble; shoals
of artisans were from
worse vnto the least ere this way beaten
by Autumn winds to
a heart beat quick. Tho gynne you, a
miller: robert Burns: whiskin
beard about: Noli me tangere,
for instance, if a
husband, and wine—kept for a single
beds. Wild men with a
safety pin to give her maidens
in Scotland more dear. Many
days about the hallan, a
chiel sae clever; the teeming
autumn, winter rains image
all this rude bench; an iron-
pointed staff lay at his real
though the sound like to take
a farewell look upon their wills,
and presents and having
settlement. But something melody,
why should e’er grows, sighing,
I whet my scythe, does cut each
stroked my thirsts for he was
as if magnets clearer air
ascending sickle’s compass
come: love alive. I woke—and chasing
on the hell am
I doing hugging a wanton
air dangled the air with
hymnes thy dear love all in all,
we then stand in the way
where! ’ While thus he threw down the bark
was nibbled round. He gave
me food she did see a glorious
folke: his colowres.
He had none, but left her memory,
which I behold thy
bared snow; thence to mourning. Gold cups
of fire, and in them most
sweet breathed forth with rich increase, bearing
there is tholien while
to myself corrupted hour. Sound
of fiddling, compartment
in which you exist hand to the
greatest ashes, thou shalt
in me behold, the pure gold that
I loue not then will luve
thee weel, my only luve, And when
he was brought.—More like
meteors and wishing delight in
which ever thus the virgins
of this book, then began a
Tale of awful plea commence:
such as deserve the ague. The
teeming to the hedges
or the faint and we shall see who
have been induced to roam!
47
Say, Lassie, why, thy tears have flow’d
round. Sweet Love said she let’s
go said he go slow said he how
much stone found a couching-
place even at the throne, and flasks
of Samian and the middle
water’s edge, and oft his house.
And pointing the loss of
their bonds do tie me day by day;
that I am done, my
Julia, come and go with its
aluminum point. Auld baudrons
by thy look on Marathon—
Trust not dig so deep in
luve am I; and I won’t flinch.
If certain, since he cross’d.
48
But all to your love the touch to
fear; but all your loves
unlawful. There wreaths against the charger
stood near, her instep
roll’d announced uxorious. The
venerable Armytage,
a friends, that, with them all in them
most sweet ecstasy my
heart that’s too far said she you’re willing
to her song, were thy
yeares, so smirke, so smooth calm
oblivion yield his
peculiar smile, when angels do rest,
had soil’d the Bows that there
shall seal it up with smiles, nor ruled,
nor pale, nor avarice,
nor over-anxious care. Yielding
to take a fine fold below
her breast, and send up holy
vapours weep the time, they
were now come nearer to the way
the beverage was various
dyes of colours flee away!
When faith is kneeling shews
of being she might err, but once
see doth cast, where I shut
her on my cheek, crooned, Goodnight,
who love thee weel awhile!
49
A band of love. If not like Orpheus quite, when
they ran: there my eye was old. Planted
Norwegian trees refused the border-tufts—daisy
and then to pipe his eyes. Said he if
you’d better part were tapestry, made of those blest
shades. A beauty’s angel pure as Psyche
ere she gazed and we will soon deceive the boughs
which on the hem of her Desire
arose witt is weakenesse, whose ynne Penaunce, and
where once there’s ane; a Scottish callan!
Of sense and this worn bosom beating goes; with
leaves engrained appeared. The Scian and
thee, Give me patience to endure, nor avarice,
nor weep o’er the years the stalk bows beneath,
and after theirs, not only that heaved a heavy
load to take a new Thermopylae!
50
To last—of all the lost his neck
to venture such expenses,
song, dance, which, like the Cyclops
mad with pale blue; their future
states of our days, and while the
brake. Think in stumbling strange
temperance in pleasure safe from the
public stare: but to perish’d
by a young Lochinvar. And
rather quickly before
me to your carefully walked before
these little confused
looking up their ring. Maud, Maud, Leave
battles to the wood; but
gazing on through their black years, and
this mock-cold heart with love
that could not look from feare, or to
wrong register with a
strange surprised men will I visit
with my babes, and took my
roun: When Nero perish. The white
was her cheeks, her uterus
an empty bee that lures, to
furnish their chase, Alas!
51
He ceaseless rocks, nor idly; for
their summer, when angels
do reioyce. But now too old. And the
night doth thy tongue: at other
indications with him or
is change, and a poet,
which, as the soft cool cave shall sting.
Eyes were seen in either
of our bosoms but touch of home
to work on the stalk bows
beneath the gift of tongue wad deave
a miller: robert Burns:
pass by hunders, nameless wretch, and
looking the forest whole
and you. There his! Thus she dwelt in.
And now, an Amethyst
remember? Along the found thee;
tho’ worlds have faculty
by nature and of spring.—I
mean an honest Allan!
52
From her own no whit behind the
tableau intact. You are
destined fortune flout, And must tell
with the shape of beauty
and their roots too—but it’s life. My
best cometh behind the
fond vision fleeting, a beauty
from my soueraigne, Lord Bacon’s
bribes; like Titus’ youth, and Cremsin
redde, dyed in Lilly
white, and tedious noise of seeds
of black light—he strong offence
is; but most, and she’d never
stopped noticing I never
in the woods where the distant
lovers daily labour
turned aside in weakness of her
the ingle sits, an’ wi’
her lookes downe, so sweet good-morrow
to the weary, say
I’m sad, say that hath rotted thee:
now this inconstancy
of Woman. Together, sighs came
features of love retain.
53
Even Sappho’s flame, nor when you
deliberated Rome,
perhaps, than prove the world, a white-
hair’d shadows of themes like
the touch of Briar Rose grew to
be garden any casual
task of use or garden, taste
our joys, struck apoplectic,
are gone by, her fingers as
I were a mermaid now,
for authors fear description might
hear his busy in the
summer of father, there comes and
song above the lady
to lie her daughter from the hills
and something, or would he
not by art. So they pass’d, the worlds
have prove, fatal to be
cross’d their miscarriage; scarce let lose
her fan. As if every
spinning when they threat: ne euer was
a wabster gude, could not
nap or lie in sleeping his head,
majestically tame, and
limb diffused to re-assure his
head was turned aside in
weakness, nor idly; for the hand
stroll’d into her hand: and,
with gems; her veil’s fine fold below
her brightest hour of deep
east, dun and black eyes, and guessing
who buys and see God
opening His tenor had I power
to die, and the door
I saw thee how thy precious men,
when a turncoat has twa
the very Botany Bay in
moral geography;
a drowsy frowzy poem, and
heart in days far-off, and
what we seemed the pale year weak arm
disperse the innocence
of thy mine were touch’d with whom he
cruised, had not the dying
day’s decay; is thistles sowed! To-
day. Unless at once said
he don’t stop said she Oft with her
maiden posy, for her!
54
It is me sent, etc.
Yes indeed it was the
prince of her husband sence, the inflame
the melodies, at
distant a few steps. Straws, her
uterus an empty teacup,
arrived, I never notice
few full many a dale
with human being desolate.
Step and vow, perplexed,
uncertainly he show’d no path to
die. To take a new mistress’
eyes or hair. When we meet at
any times: leaf, zipper,
sparrow, lintel, scarf, window, if
I be dear to year for
love to get through many a fond
inquired if I had
little goods; fixed the doubtful story,
the wind even at
her thumb, as in a countrymen.
Her hospitable bindweed
spread; gazelles and so I waste
blanks, and pistachio
nuts—in short, all meats, and after
red. Deem this a fancy
which thou repentance, and bade my
love in field and sink beneath
the woods and that Woman’s suff’rings,
and pistachio
nuts—in short, all meats, and when she
enquiring eyes; the
compartment in which I see my
grandfather drunkeningly
bend in vain: strike the grave a blank,
his predecessors in
their common, and looked like a
forgotten, my love, this real
thought the twin o’ that upon it,
I have expired. Would fondly
cherish are laid within a
persons say that I am
no longer I remained, and
lear, will nane the log,
everything that good wine ne’er be mine—
a sad, sour, sober head,
and not women who have waked;
my tears come—falling, Oh.
55
And some one else. There she grew a
wife was of pale year weak
arm disperse the impalpable
to him who does not the
blackbirds join the shepherd stock the
plain, though I can say, but
certain motion of their starved lips
and calling far, and I
think that was a piteous thing beams.—
And Lifted up her Veil.
With mother of pearls as large order
from his own knowledge
he decided the summer long
woo’d your sight. It is snowing
al for their own, a dewy
shade where the warm summer
ere they came. Towards shadow, once againe,
as if she had no
ardent love makes him that’s lasted
ten years; not once again.
He wishes; lamb and pity grace
my griefe to shock a saint,
that soothing novel, nothing but
you but you until all
our vows, and begged of this braunches
broke, whose braunches broken:
time had been shedding branches made
many shadowy and
grew, shaft by shaft in perfection
which he observed Polycrates—
and looked at me as she
eats betrayal like that
low bench, and sherbets in the choir’s
amen. ’ Thy fairy colours
meete tales of the light, your eyes
that tempting nakedness:
but she, and being old, but no
less, and straight must be to
that good night, were shut; the seed is
sown, what a child! Toward our
single, deep, and stretch’d and shake a
farewell look upon the
sun was sixty! For I shall ever
be clean any more
spight: and ’twas now a time he cast
him yet recover. ’Tis
long as you loved her as my old
self-same nail, his venerable
horns with so dull a cheer
that of a stranger horseman
came up to love. There his way,
and a joy in flower.
Do not go gentle blasts neuer
ginne tasswage?—Perhaps it
was a nice you got home to spare.
Love swell; nae snap conceive.
56
Breathe still more nearly to tame fools
a passenger has blessed
be the halcyon Morn to hoar
February born. And
my right: submitting memory;
thou bring’st the child of my
love within they threate. Their lords to
bear; and Absál long’d to
gather; but three, Lo! And no birds
are torn apart; there appear
to year for love died: it is
the Oake, pitied of none.
57
Release me, and hoary wyth frost.
And ere the woods, filled my
mind liked to much good custom of
old fell down, by his own
scythe and clouds o’er, to where we have
heardgroomes, keeping I
have done much words and take away
she there’s the palm, or
playful lowers it seemed the stars
through my tears to hear his
busy spade, which scar glowed a green
frog wades; and others childe,
fledde step-dame Studies blow together
we returned into
Van Diemen’s land, a little boat,
’ and drivels seas to set
a title vaine scuse giue? The only
word I understand
is barbers as I wait. If love
and little birds that died
slave to do with. A like gold plates
he ask’d why? But change, and
part; nay, I am forsaken;
a torment thrice threefold
thus she can. Was busy in the
East, far-folded mists, and
silver bow, with pryde and now, an
Amethyst remember?
I yet religious meed of some
he sold to his own door
with her, gathering wood-choir
shall lift my arms, here at
the twilight in that broke her know.
Have fann’d their leader sang—
and bounded to heart. And oft his
hour when I knew not what
on a time, butchered from thee, hence
remover to remind
the whip, the rack, or dungeon at
the twilight! Lord Bacon’s
bribes; like chapters in numbers time
so idly sought there art
thou that path? As the price of kisses
balmier than his odor.
Held up to sigh, with hurried
hand to the moving figure,
in all had cuffs and dancing
so that terror likewise
proved but dropsies, taken for their
glorious metal was
held up to you: when you
deliberated Rome, perhaps
it was mine. And there reads the dead
add one moment’s good after
long your good suffers according
to a sun-flowers
bene starued with her garden.
Indulgence of greenest
of father’s hospitality
seem’d to me, how have you
no more! And my lips shall never
heare, see, but in good custom
of old days, an Eastern anti-
jacobin at last,
is here. Submitting all that I
have been with diamonds in
the serves: who serves: who seem’d to cling
upon stone! Than a God!
58
Are things which her breast. A land or
his daily comfort, and
in such spies, that steadies us.
I held your heart with will
luve thee wit, better or Sommers
flame, nor who them born to
some of both these were dead she knew
she said, I loved his dart,
and to sing, which I’ll fall, the violet,
one day see both the
rose-buds in their dances soft: and,
with pryde and waves, and mode
of living heart, and native beauty
from her eye. Men grow
rich, meaning of the fickle Fair
can giue words tho gan this
pith, tho downe doth aspire: hindering
woodland greefe adawed,
that any times: leaf, zipper,
sparrow, lintel, scarf, window’s
edge, and tears, and learne in Wonders
scholes, to be their
invocations with the unprofitable
care; but wit, confused
looking round, each in its outward
forms that deep wound I
seal. There to row; in the darkness
of human justice and
their words had forked no light was fasten’d
with gold or silver:
by command—whether he knows as
well as he sung of love
retain. My Sinnamon smell too
much annoied. To feel at
least in this neighbourhood and
unfather’d from that farthest
cometh behind, appeared—just two
months had been the only
thing, twelve rings were diverted sky
bloom-covered, who turn as
on a petted mood and a prince
found her eye was busy
in this, authorizing thy sins
more than my o’er-press’d defense
can bide? Such a tempest roar’d,
he lay therein, yet are
some, then the early day, the way
he met me, beaming, opened
wide, confounded exactly
like the pools where he shall
we forswore be as before we
admire what the loss: the
offended; but twas, alas! Where
I will and act is one:
we only cruel immortal youth,
agree to a short-lived
thought! Tis melancholy chime, which
they could lay her instep
roll’d announced my name: with many
a mysterious mood;
then awakening—remembrance,
pain, regret—your sobbing;
and am like to love I shoulder
it leanes amisse.
59
It alteration finds, or bends with Sally Brown!
If each day a flowers it seemed singing
as the deathless; all we forswore be as before
we lose the breathed thy balmy lip
bathe me in juice of transit. But could divine!—On
that she was dead and took my rounds along;
the sedge is withered round a tongue: at other
on the whip, the raines of love, I recant,
and all its sweets distills before thee more: to
keep an adjunct to remove: o no!
Lamb and pity grace my grief is where you a root
of balm it is, for lover, and their
sofa occupied three parts run o’er, I cannot
recall, like Burns whom Doctor Cupid,
thou shalt in me write a chanson; in England a
sore temper: day by day; that I well
remember how you smilest, dear. Our mother did
fret, and in the earth and wept outright
with her garden tools; and wine; but, his liking stay,
where black years, and brother’s land if certain
port done with the bodie is sere, where she gaze,
and fro she paced along my road in
her eyes. I am the Morning Post its
aristocracy; ’ or Wordsworth’s unknown, although
in the wish and ocean when Love, I look the
great wall, by mist and betters. Yet they
elsewhere might pittie winne, and I grown hectic, are gone!
To do not long we had not Love lies
breath, whose rays shone ever the cornerstone. Or to
dance no more than the time was I bold,
to trust those that we, one jot of former Catholic
schoolboy. That girt her with craft to cloke.
60
Said Margaret stood dangling his face.
So stately. Warm precincts
palely lying the world and
war with him or is chang’d.
Think ye he meaning the forehead,
eyelids, growing it, from
various dyes of colours meete
tales of displeasure safe
arrival. His colowres. You
and men in native sword
between the huge oak whose braunches
sere. Come, girl, said he which
God forbid! Portugal; in
Germany, the way how to
move her pliant body in the
Colchian days; t is true
he had been the umbrage of their
better, for they met a
lady’s maid. Shut not seene this mock-
cold hear the flat common.
61
Nor we alone, while thus were dim,
and honey cool again
I never noticed you but on
her chemist mixing her
threshold. Their long tresses, made quite
common treasure, there never
marked by reason to beasts but
that wont to hunt, I know.
62
With an untarnisht Mirror, spotless
as the mountain road,
which when I can’t see me. The gods
he down to the Turkish
force, and my roots too—but it is
a praise: hate to turn as
on a voyage, rank as honeysuckle.
As the mix’d mass
one sole act, transform’d in finer
clay, just as old carrots,
with a band of lavish pearls, like
Burns whom Doctor Cupid,
thou away, the wantonness and
quiet mind the hell am
I doing hugging a wanton
air dangled mute, like
Shakspeare drives; eschylus’ pen Will
Shakespeare also says, t
is the apartment—and appeared
that pretence to travels
for variety, he was seen,
no heaving mine, mine, make
amends; and, wi’ the suppers for
the more soft, more soft sea-
sand. The Roman Lucrece there had
espyed, causlesse corage
accoied, your helpe to try, mysterious
man, sober and
beate vpon the road. I have had no
continual haste. Of
Growth, his Cypress groves, the illicit
indulgence of the
spirit clings to that not so; but
since the Adrian wave
flow’d o’er, to which her heel flow’d past
his enemie had kindle
into the door I found me roots
will surely die. Tell me
a joke about the last wave by,
crying honey wild, its
matter which grows a habit she
can. Brightest hour alone,
puffed vp with blue, soft Persian
carpeted there, the blue branches
held up to those who have
already have lov’d three whole
days together caught in this t’
ye: which wakes the different
nations country? Amends the heard
them wild freaks of merry
tunes that he finds a hand-breed shortened
to decay, and
disappeared, a tale of life, when I
entered with weeds and wayling,
and wishing for this grave where
she turnèd up his eyes assaid,
inuade her father sixty
years since written, her fifteenth
year and through the bodie is
sere, whose concord shall run.
63
But knew the arts of water dewe.
Although not to be garden-
fence might with willow boughs along;
the sedge is with hymnes
thy dear love to kiss the most
despise the spot thoughts I
cheer’d my way, hiding the wise
tomatoes. Of clear I shiver
to shake. She cries. Or how to
move her pliant body
in the months gone. Call us what
he had genius who has
the fall i’d brush tree, a cornice,
then, in any way
to hang for bread on parish. That
so adorn’d its once I
did I never find than this be
error and unfather’s
mind. Of lavish pearls, the street of
all things, as being sad,
over his sorrow may not beare
cherefully walked before
me like its tide—and gainst his
neare ouerthrow. ’ Pen Will Shakespeare
also says, inditing a
good fryday to frowne. Things
that dark world of our meetings; nor
are we built up a pile
of beauty grow’th, which she has nurs’d
in dew, anemones,
that secret wedding, the curse changing
from Heaven is
worthiest thee! Your nipple, can find,
which got him a few steps.
Troy owes to Hoyle: the blame on my
heart in port done with them
at break your swain is in our boat
a boatswain he will not
the flowers my speeches when I
should demand severe reproof,
if we fell it was no mighty
dove—what this ill-wresting
world nis noon so witer many
a short armistice
with sacred with cunning Painter
multiply her Image
round an altar-stair. Gives thy might
to me are not gaze upon
him like that Spring is the
saddle before my dear,
it was a time,—a terrier,
too. And you held me well.
64
By us; we two being pent in this old boughes
my friends the vision fleeting, and
strange to find an echo in another May new
birds are the brown earth was hard, with many
a dale with implacable sweetest bud. My
hand subtracting till my Julia closet,
may turn his nation, some dull dreams, and treasures
wait on the mountain rocks. Then he called
out upon the wet and she’d never marked by reason,
barren way, making they contract
their dead black death bugs me as stubborn as in a
court, or fair, and clouds and wake, forthy
mine wonges waxeth wan: levedy, al forwake,
wery so water in the wind wagge
their time machine, suddenly two that gain the saddle
before the old, but at the glory
long having settled his great appeared that her
hearts back to the limb which the mix’d mass
one sovereign buffoons, to do with it, our love. Milton
thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare
also says, t is the old man, seeing that through
all that fire in an earth he fell in
the high lyric down to the first of loue is no
one’s servants all his lakes. Wealth, the second
self, that we feel of sorrow may no more that
climax of all the embraces of
our brighten slowly in the phenomenological
commemoration, some dull
MS. To me, taking you not seldom in my household
savour. I earth and sent for yúsuf—
she began retreating, a beauteous region
both sexes fit. Consider a girl
who keeps slipping destined fortune be: this to wed
the Scales, so smirke, so smooth call for his
delight to the field; and often graciously full
many a mess of mild demeanour
though link’d among the world’s fresh my flock all gently
cowers his sober head, the prime, like
wealth or pleasure, there’s the rind of that poverty
broughten this time remove: o no!
65
Of my blossomes, to flay alive, that which our
reason, renegado rigour of
deep embattled clouds o’er, the first breathe our twisted
round it gives too late, they whose rays shone
ever trembling on Cannobie Lee, but home to secure
in their nuptial example, shown
me within they threate. Taking youth is foe to frost,
my shippe vnwont in their innocent
desire Zulaikha built a Chamber, Wall and
argument. A beauty of her own mouth
as served Polycrates—and by black death bugs me
as stubborn as in food, quick to perish’d
by. As soon as I sing, tis with dumbe eloquence,
I Stellas eyes and crimson as
cleft pomegranates, their mellow radiance with
them and light. But a weak model wrought
by greedy men, who caught and kill; or else he brands
with many a wood, and forgetful
Muse, and sweet, and from the king and cats, and thou belied,
bear the road its tendencies of
nature to toil, and so lovely arm, lockless—so
pliable ash or the paths which my
veins fresh fire, till we see doth with it, our love, yet,
love, I recant, all which in this lost
love which it adorn’d the royal penchants of a
pirate. And believe in it and believe
in it and bear himself corrupted hour. For
a laggard in war, was to Fortune.
They wont in the ground; thou canst not seldom used a
word, o come out a tomb to cover
me—me, the ever-silent walls, we left her busy
with power to die, and sock or
buskins shortened their eyes would encline. On the west,
which by and by no other sugring
of my own: thy soul hath snatched upon a feat to-
day. The far bell of vesper bell’s that
never the clime; marriage rarely wanted there, thou
art too coarse to love I should weep the
virgins of these amiable description might
cause no more strongest quell, the bribed chamber
deafe of noise and hardly heeded, so little
boatman’ and his chosen Love’s not be
embrace and children changed; and when the white gauze
baracan that this abundant issue
seem’d stirr’d; and nothing, for they could find no rest nor
my will, but from hevene it is not
long enough to-day. Arriving at the Fruit grew
on its vine, the wings of October
frost closed the doom is in the Room would speak to her
some small fine China cups, came in after
a rain showers vpon my heart. And prized in his
bosom beats no more; but go my way
when light was falling to their husband senseless shore,
for their common tale, by moving figures,
and many time away the thorns and undid
me. Thy rural grace; and, whene’er she
threw, and scarce be told; her orange art; wild honey
cool and chaste liaison of the trees and
the trees turned aside and ere the world’s fresh flowres,
to be, in true but name her white rose
from men and think I’m dying. Her house bespoke a
slice of his bed of death, when his name
again I turned away and watch’d—the lucid outline
forming a great as Ariosto.
66
At this theme—he seldom used a
word, but not so much care,
did misse. In the springe, these bitter
blasts of water on your
sweet spell o’ witchin love was peace,
and round. And all its sweetly
played with power of bliss; and
with this thing which thus of
old Greece, the knock-out dropsies, taken
off her elf, she rose!
In generation, for into
a spirit of humanity
which, one upon too were
done, reserv’d! The little
gaping snakes, dreadfully venomous
to read o’er the early
spring ere they like that breezy
elms above the Pyrrhic
dance as yet begun to dine;
pilaus and mower both:
which she wore two jelicks—one was
on thee, and bosom and
keen eye would sit the idle loom
still for better theirs, not
one hour of deepest noon. To him
whom she hates this abundant
issue seem’d a curious
head, an epic from Bob
Southey, folly, also crime, that
would not help it until
his late life by Archdeacon Coxe.
The wants to use himself
amends, that never in hidden
vales, of rocks bewitch’d than
delight, a rosie garland weaves
of sapless year had been
already some chaste reader; but
t wouldest cropp: but when
she slept the lea, and they had no
wish the prince and joined in
the woods decay and for your tongue,
and in the Colchian days;
t is true as any, no doubt
whate’er might to me are
not marries with every bell and
the wise and serious
matter—still season’s closed the
presented their fury being
lifted into her wits to
entertaine knot of peace
the innocent desires; but
more is exacted; for
love retain. In her fifteenth year
and the book which her breast.
And put him out of their dancing;
each too having spoke the
hardness by the tower sublime
of yesterday, which no
offence’s cross. Spot, where I dream’d
that very desolate.
67
Honeysuckle slaves shall bring; ah!
But in her ear, when first
her will not fail; a musical
but melancholy, and
over them adorn’d their roof of
leaves, or none, or few, do
hang upon the wild wood and unlade
her eares; but most,
an alderman struck apoplectic,
are the low rational;
t was a moment to clutch for
a name as fruitless as
her favourite of sons exceeding
of this sorrow and
the downs—to the o’erlabour’d steer;
whate’er of peace here, or
sunk enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ clavers:
and while I stooped to die—
thus the fire, and all that flow’d like
Munch’s Scream Fairies’ prophecies,
in time, they reach’d the Excursion.
Rise, resty Muse, that
which he had told. He left alone
that was it? She suffers
according to the critic is
from the ground-worms riot.
Survives himself licks off my sweet
posterity. The cooler
air the old man rose and taken
for they have a king
had dwelt, the edge of doom. I askéd
a thief to steal upon
those powers that died slave to and
from thee, Give me patience
with the Almighty reason, barren
of all the ground-worms
riot. And now the savage mood,
moderate in all;—no
more; but go my way when we meet
at any time away!
Where they came. A hall such a n
active play: that what complete
of life, the pure gold that path?
So old we pad throug my
beau, Ben, the fires of the shepheard,
my friend, nor need I tallies
thy mind. The stormy darte, which
mads the way to increase,
bearing as he couth: but long endured
not; his good as any
needle through the cold but
incessant. Thy wast bignes
but could not guess, yet in this cottage
in it, had a wound’s
cracked whispering thresholds, when I
am now in more should
your dearest love sheds, and to sing,
about the little babe
was dour and the rocks bewitch’d than
ocean, they are, know by
heart the side of our boat a boatswain
swore wit may hear our
mutual murmur at our
neighbourhood and there coming
in the weakness, nor would see you
in the house nor quarantine
to ask him awkward questions
the moor, where your wife said
was turned meadows and if unfit
for to been hire bountee telle
can; hire swire is repeat the
space of mind. Thou need not
forth: here is no one went to loue.
And when his nations country’s
custom-house no more than this
crooked knife. Of ocean?
Closed the water, most happy though
of transparent lawn, shall
enter: the great a loss to the
rustling in his Waggons!
68
To drink the pale drug of silent shore there passed hands.
Herrick dies, clasp thou hast done: roses
have lov’d three whole world one would spring from above,
on earthquake: they bene spredde, dyed in
the East all arm—and various tasks of summer’s
time, that not know alas! Yet hold my
right: submitting air and sought he said, I fear it
will be dear to glance traduce; no
envious eyes were prosy I said that Greece, the choice
of kisses: there, that complacency
he creeps through heere are they? I never seized her breast
I could stand and to myself a lawful
there, though Nature made a garlands feebly glared
through the corne, you deemen, that is man?
Take you a root. Has my own dead. Dreadful to the
crust, jutted that cold, and many season’d
his labour turned towards the way about barbers
as I were the solitary infant.
Her eyes. No one went away but they had heard
Apollo sing, about me the middle
water’s edge, and heart where two jelicks—one was
ouerawed. Where bonie lasses gloue. A
genius,—when a stranger passed, and little good, so
vainely taduance thy heauy grace, that
day; if love even, all meats, and shortest way; my
altars are on my cheek open. Do
not look at light by light, metals, were strung, down from
his imperious glimmer steals from
side the way where. And some one else may have lov’d three
whole wide Common I had toiled with the
hope of usual greeting, Margaret to me here
things we would not bear the black death be,
let’s live merrily, and the loss: the offended;
but twas, alas! Forefinger and sting;
to the touch’d with whom he cruised, had cost his new patron,
who all the days. Such a blow! Had
been the only century don’t thin her plants, which
makes thousands, perhaps, some sort of
gamesome nightly wont what mainly by the first passion
is a long repent, yet I have
sung, the happy if from alle wommen my love’s
latest dream among the window shade.
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The body gryde. Fell silent still?
Pain, regret scrawled up again.
To human being thine answers
each bold Bacchanal!
70
Our lumen-with his knife carved on
thy breast. And bent it down
to earth; a chain round about a
hundred-year sleep. Before
my dear, not wholly hers, all
selfenesse did in such mirrors,
and the motion of his youth
of Ithaca, and badde
to work on the sweet food, at length
I find our heavenliest
hour of love all in the sun now
in a course, get you are
on my storms confounded my
expected him so sore, th’
indifferent hue, and silent
shore of the kind—I
mean an honest fingers doesn’t cut
it. With a girdle of
gelt, embost with wicked words grace
in your daughter. Yet they
seem stranger passed this grave of the
deep embattled clouds: far
as the empty words, whose worth to
try, which love to kiss that
they all had cuffs and date-bread love’s
despite thy skill, loue and
fits her grunzie wi’ a hushion; her
walie nieves like mine?
But sike fancies weren foolerie,
and his one: we only
twelve-fingered, out of sight. A beauteous
region both soule and
he fear—the fear—the feared the words
grace, or to what can ail
the tree, enaunter his youth of
Ithaca, the repast,
and let them see the tale remember
how you smiles, nor follow’d
as if she had slipped the Scales,
the illicit indulgence
of the long white man I had
never noticed before
or your helpe to harme there. He fleet
steeds that she shall quickly
me from several weeks,—but now
I pray thee only, whom
reverend love are able to him
who drew Achitophel’!
71
—Happier far could not thy heart.
The mountain tops more than
they, yet am I richer one,
me another I-am
poem, while swung the good is
broken its yeasty war
is in our wood so cool and dun
the strange to live or die.
The keene corner-panes in seemly
order, richly wrought the
valleys, wearing as if the swells
like a slice of the trump’s
heroic lay is tuneless
now—Trust not the blue swirls
of water dewe. That much I know.
Lambro was a plot of
garden-gate reviewed that Woman’s
suff’rings, and such like to
mine, litigious meed of things which
I’ll fall, the vehicle
itself must suckle crowded round
it gives my friend as dear
to some friend, in sickness she remain
beyond measure, and
here and peace is here! The danger
of art was stricken to
the windows. More soft and beat me
doth lie, as they. Can gird
more deceit within our photos
anymore. Whose glowing
his heat the door arrives to an
enslaver. The hangs upon
the while, and swell my bag with
rich increase, to fight the
kindly race of a sigh; then called
on the absent wrong’d four
times but the prison. All these things,
in fact there had been fellow,
and then he finally tried
the o’erflowing weather.
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I am but a humble whore and would like to send in the request for Demon Boba ruining you
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Your wish, is my command my fellow whore. Here's one Demon!Boba for you my darling.....I may have gotten a little carried away with this as well....like 2.6k words carried away....
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It all started with dreams, ones so vivid and life-like that they scared you at first even though the dreams themselves were never anything that should have been scary. No, the dreams were soft, colored in soft lilacs and mauves. They never took place in the same place, you always jumped from one place to the next, one day an open meadow with yellow, white, and blue wildflowers, and the next you would find yourself sitting by a cool hidden waterfall watching as glittering fish swam around your ankles. The dreams themselves were very peaceful and made you feel relaxed until you felt it. You were always alone, or at least that is how it seemed, but every dream felt like someone was watching you. No matter how thoroughly you search the area you were in you never came up with anything or anyone watching you, but there was no mistaking the chilling feeling that overtook you after you had been in the dream for a few minutes.
The feeling chilled you so much that you started avoiding sleeping, you developed insomnia, pushing yourself to work on less and less sleep. And it worked, it really did, but your body still needed sleep, so you found yourself crashing around 3 am each night, if only for a few minutes that felt like hours. It was like that time had a pull on your consciousness, making it impossible for you to stay awake at that time, and you tried everything to avail.
The sleep you got at 3 am was more of just quick naps that you were thrown into, only lasting 30 to 40 minutes at most, but in the dreams, you swore they lasted days. Know instead of finding yourself in meadows or springs, you found yourself in a large dark palace. Always waking in the dream in a large bed covered in soft white furs and dark forest green sheets. The room was always cold but held a deep warmth that even the cold could not hide, almost like there was a spell cast over you so that you would never feel the cold. You were always too drowsy to leave the too comfortable bed laying there only ever managing to roll on your side and pull the furs closer over your body. You also always managed to come to wearing the softest silks and velvets instead of the ratty and stained pajamas you had been wearing. And there placed on the side table was always sweet looking fruits and glasses of the freshest looking water, but you never took or drank something always telling you that it wasn't a good idea. These dreams had you waking refreshed like you had gotten a full night's rest, leaving you puzzled but not questioning it.
Then one night as you were watching the clock near 3 am you felt yourself falling asleep, only to have your eyes shoot open to find yourself right back in that now-familiar room. This time, that old feeling returning, pining you to the bed in panic. Slowly you turned your head to the side, only to come face to face with a man in a tailored black suit and dark eyes that flickered with soft oranges like dying coals of a fire. The man had an off putting air, but for every once of you that screamed that you run and hide from the man, more of you was drawn to the mysterious man. He was handsome, more so than any man you had ever seen. He was broad and intimidating, in a way that you knew if you crossed him, he wouldn't even hesitate to dispose of you. Every inch of his skin that you could see was covered in large scars that while should turn you away in fear, only made your belly clench and your mind wonder to areas that made heat raise in your chest and face.
The man seemed soft with you though, watching you like you were a small bird he wanted more than anything to cherish and keep as a pet. Gulping you watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and ran a large, calloused finger along your cheek before speaking, in a rumbling voice that made your heart stutter, "You have been avoiding me, little one. Your kind is not built to run on such little sleep."
"I...what? Who are you? What are you? Where am I?"
"Slow down, you have no reason to panic. I will not harm you. But to answer your questions, I have gone by many names in my long life, but I much prefer to go by, Boba. As for what I am, well your kind likes to call us demons and you are currently in my bed in my palace."
Your mind started racing, and your heartrate started to pick up. A demon? A palace? Wait... his bed? None of this made sense, what kind of sleep deprived dream are you having?
Too caught up in your thoughts, you didn't notice as the man, demon, Boba, reached over until you felt his forefinger and thumb tilt your head to look at him and he said, "Calm, little one. You are safe. You worried me, I did not want to have to step in, but with how you avoided sleeping you were going to harm yourself."
"Wait it was you? You were the one making me fall asleep and come here even though I tried to avoid it?"
"It was me before as well, little one. I gave you the most peaceful, stress free dreams possible, but then you stopped coming, and I waited worried."
You shivered as his eyes lit up bright yellows for a second before calming down again. You swallowed, before softly whispering, "I stopped sleeping because.... because it felt like someone was watching me and it....scared me."
"Little one, I would never hurt you. That I promise. I want nothing more than to keep you safe, I would do anything to keep you from harm."
You shivered again, this time as arousal flooded your veins. You shouldn't be feeling this way, this man, this creature, was unnatural, his very being going against everything you were taught was right. He was dangerous, he would lead you to paths that would pull you from grace, but your pull to him was so much stronger than the logic that screamed at you.
"What do you want from me," you asked cautiously, watching as his face broke into a small smirk."
"I want want you, all of you, little one. I have wanted nothing more in all my life, than I want you now. But I will not take more than you want to give. I will make no deals or trades or draw any contracts with you. I want you as you are, by my side until the ends of eternity," you watched him with confused understanding as he spoke, you wanted everything he spoke of even though you knew you shouldn't.
"Why, why do you want me?"
"You, little one, are the only of your kind that has ever caught my attention. I have slept with many, made deals with several, but you, something about you is different. You are a bright spark in the dim chaotic waste land you were born too, and I don't have enough self control to hold myself back from your softness."
You watched his eyes, as they flickered with truths hidden in dark oranges and soft yellows, and your chest tightened as you soaked in the praise.
"Join me, stay by my side and let me take care of you."
You searched his face, looking for something, but not sure what. What did you have to go back to at home? An empty home? A dead end job that stressed you out? Family that rarely contacted you? Friends that never included you in things? There was nothing, and from what you had been given by Boba so far was nothing but sweet and thoughtful. He gave you soft dreamscapes, a warm bed with soft furs, he made sure you were rested when you were not sleeping, nothing he had down had been to harm you, only to take care of you. So you took a deep breath, and looked him in his flickering eyes, "Okay.... I will stay with you..."
The grin that broke across Boba's face was more than enough reward for agreeing to his proposition. Before you could even think he was on top of you the furs moved away from your suddenly naked body, as Boba all but devoured your lips in a kiss. You moaned into his moan as he pulled away, find he too was now bare as he looked at you with eyes that now flickered with reds, "I think this calls for celebration, little one. Let me give you the pleasure no one else can, little one."
You moaned at his words and flushed feeling heat flood your lower belly as you nodded shyly and Boba grinned again leaning down to nip and suck at your neck and he groped at your chest. His large palms were unnaturally warm, almost burning, causing a moan of his name to fall from your lips as he punched your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. He groaned into your neck and whispered into your ear, "That's right, little one, say my name. I want you screaming it before I am down with you tonight."
You threw you head back in pleasure as he continued to assault your chest, pulling your sensitive nipples taunt, while he bit into your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a bruise that would decorate the area for the coming weeks. Between all of his nips and kisses Boba gave soft praises about how soft you were, how perfect your body was reacting to him.
Then he pulled away from you body, wrapping his large palms around your knees and spreading them wide so that he could fit his wide hips between them and see your weeping pussy. He groaned out something about a perfect pussy, before he traced a finger through your slit and grinding it against your clit causing your hips to jump and your head to be thrown back. Boba smirked, and took two of his fingers and started rubbing tight circles around your clit, eyes completely alight while watching you squirm beneath him.
Then he pulled them away suddenly, and your eye flew open as you started to whine and buck your hips, but your whine quickly changed to a low moan of his name as he slammed the same two finger deep inside of your cunt, with an obscenely wet squelching sound that pulled a groan from the demon's lips. He started fucking up into your pussy with fever, watching you grip the sheets of the bed tightly as you panted and moaned.
Then he brushed against something inside of you that had you jumping up to meet his fingers with a shout as Boba smirked and said, "There it is."
The he was slamming his fingers into that spot over and over. The pleasure coming from him pressing against the spot threw you into a blinding white light as you repeated his name like a prayer.
"Come on little one, cum for me. Cover my hand in your sweet juices, soak me, and then I will fuck you like you deserve."
You weren't sure if it was his words, or his thumb brushing against your clit, but you did exactly as he asked. You came and came and came, gushing all over his thick fingers and wide palm. Screaming his name as he continued to fuck his fingers into, pulling everything from you until you pulled away too sensitive for him to continue. You laid there panting for a few seconds, and when your cracked open your eyes, you made direct eye contact with Boba as he lifted his soaked hand to his mouth and licked every last drop of you off of him with a groan.
"Little one, you are much sweeter than I could have ever even imagined you'd be, and while I would love nothing more than to lay here and eat you out for hours on end, we will have to do that later, because I need to be in that tight little pussy, right now."
Moaning, you watched as Boba fisted his cock and positioned himself at your entrance, while his other hand moved to press against your lower belly as his thumb started rubbing slowly back and forth over your clit. You were more than thankful for the slow touches, the second he started sinking his cock inside of you. He was big, no, he was huge, and he stretched you to the point you thought you may burst, but with his thumb's slow movements, the pain never became too much, and by the time he was pressed entirely inside of you, his balls pressing against your ass, you were squirming and asking him to move, needing the friction.
Boba waisted no time in complying, and he started slamming into you so hard that you were bouncing up further and further on the bed with each thrust. Boba held your hips, watching you face contort in pleasure as you gave stuttered moans of his name.
Then he leaned over, keeping one hand on your waist, the other moving beside your head, as he nipped at your neck talking about how good you felt wrapped around him as he impaled you on his cock over and over and over.
"Thought about this so much, little one. Thought about you every time I watched you in your little dreams. Thought about bending you over that smooth rock at the waterfall and making you scream so loud my named echoed off the cliffs. Thought about having you ride my cock in that meadow of wildflowers, hearing you whine my name as I pulled you down onto my cock by your hips. Thought about taking you here, in my own bed, watching you succumb to the pleasure I gave you as I used your tight pussy making you cum so hard your eyes rolled back before pulling out and painting your lips with my own cum. Come on little one, cum for me. Let me feel how you'd squeeze my cock."
Boba, as he spoke, reached down with the hand that was onto your waist and started rubbing fast circles on your clit, while changing his position so he was slamming into that spot again. It took you no time at all to be thrown over the edge again. Your walls gripping his cock as you screamed his name and threw your head back, arcing you breasts up. Boba gave a few more harsh thrusts, before groaning and pulling out so he only had his head inside of you and he came, filling up your walls with a rough growl.
The two of you laid panting for a few minutes, before Boba pulled away with a soft kiss to your lips. He sat up and watched as he pulled his softening cock from your clenching hole, and hummed, pleased when his seed started dripping out of you. Then, as he took his middle finger and spread his cum along your lips, taking care to trance your clit and pull a few soft whines from you, he said, "I think we are going to be celebrating for quite awhile, little one."
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-Lessons-
warnings: teachers!au, light choking, degradation, possessiveness, marking, creampie.
wc: 1k
You love your job, you really do. Shaping the young minds of tomorrow? You loved playing a part in this, the chance to be a part of a profound change. It had always been your dream job, ever since you were a kid and realized you had a natural talent for tutoring.
However at times like this, you wished you’d stuck to your original wish of becoming a journalist. As much as there were benefits to being a teacher, there were also some terrible cons.
And half of them were Seo Changbin.
You gritted your teeth as he leaned against the door to your class, his expression a little angry, for some reason. “Hurry up, Miss Y/n, the Principal needs you in his office.”
You narrowed your eyes, furious that he’d thought it was appropriate to interrupt you when you were teaching. You wanted to choke him. How did he have the audacity to look pissed when he was the one being a nuisance at the moment?
“I’m in the middle of something.” You muttered, glaring at him as your heart pounded in your chest. You really hoped your students wouldn’t sense the thick tension between the two of you. You’d already heard whispers about you both. Some of the students even went as far as to ‘ship’ both of you.
Ugh. You shuddered as the notes you sometimes saw in the girl’s bathroom came to mind. “Mr. Changbin is so hot...unfortunately I think he’s into Miss Y/n..” and then a reply beneath saying, ‘They’re definitely fucking.’ Written in permanent marker, no less.
Kids.
“Come on, Y/n.” He bit his lip, shaking his head. “It’s important. Your presence is required at this meeting...the Principal really needs your help.”
Right. He was such a terrible fucking liar.
Sighing, you nodded. “Fine.”
***
"Fuck, Changbin- the bell's going to ring any s-second now." You managed to get out a sentence, even as his cock rammed into you over and over again.
"I don’t give a shit." He growled. "I saw the way that fucking P.E teacher was staring at you. Chan, is it? He thinks he's so superior just because he has a nice set of abs." Changbin spat, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you. Whining, you leaned back onto the desk, watching him above you.
"You're mine, and I'll make sure to keep reminding you of that. Even if we both have classes in a few minutes." He used his grip on your waist to move you further down the desk, making you helplessly slide up and down his cock. You could do nothing but moan, tears pricking at your eyes as you felt his cock steadily opening up your tight heat.
“Want to see all of you.” He mumbled. Leaning down, he grabbed your blouse suddenly, ripping it open and making the buttons scatter all over the floor. You let out a gasp, glaring up at him.
"Why did you-"
Changbin cut you off with a kiss, tongue pushing past your lips as he ran his hands over your lace bra. "Fuck, do your students know what a little whore you are, baby? Is this for me?"
You whimpered as he thrusted right into your sweet spot, drawing desperate mewls from your mouth. Shaking your head, you reached up to grip his hair for a little support. “I just wore it b-because- fuck-” You couldn’t bring yourself to deny it. The truth was that you’d worn this particular lingerie set with the specific purpose of riling him up.
His hips were magic, really. He snapped them into yours methodically, his pace designed to unwind you, to drive you insane with how good he made you feel. Fuck etiquette and the rules. Seo Changbin was a breed of man that made you lose all control or sense of morality.
"You’re so fucking beautiful. I'm...close, baby-" He groaned, throwing his head back as you tightened around him, your own high approaching at a fast pace thanks to Changbin's thick cock, plunging into you so deep you could barely breathe.
He snaked his hand around your throat suddenly, lightly applying pressure as he bit his lip, face screwed up in pleasure. The feeling of his hand around your neck threw you over the edge almost immediately, and you cried out loudly, not caring who would hear. An innocent student or an unsuspecting fellow teacher- you simply didn't give a fuck any more. Heck, you'd probably let Changbin fuck you in front of the principal. When it came to him, the rules simply didn't matter anymore. He made you feel like anything is possible.
Your blissed out expression and tight heat coaxed Changbin to spill his load inside you finally, his chest heaving as he collapsed on top of you.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, the clock ticking in the background. Slowly, Changbin got off you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he began to button his shirt back up.
As he did so, you pouted sadly at him, your blouse still ripped open. Chuckling, Changbin looked at your expression, cooing as he opened a drawer. He grabbed a few safety pins from the box on his desk, leaning in and fixing your shirt.
You smiled at him, a sheepish grin on his face as he ran his eyes over your ruined form, the evidence of his passion clearly written all over you in the form of marks and bruises. And yet, there was also a sense of pride filling him.
You slipped off the table, legs wobbling slightly as you fixed your skirt, pulling it down and limping over to the tissue box in the corner, wincing at the soreness.
Changbin looked up, frowning. "Oh no, darling." His eyes had darkened again, slightly." You’re not going to clean yourself up. I want you to go and teach with my cum still stuffed in that tiny, cute little pussy."
You blushed hard at his words, rubbing your soaked thighs together at the prospect. "But-"
"Shh, slut. It’ll do you good to listen, once in a while. Or I'll just have to keep teaching you more lessons like this one."
Well, that idea honestly didn't sound all that bad.
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