#oh god but some dogs do not have little paws. when we were in for the IV today morning one of the other patients was mr garreth

[leatherbookmark]

god i’m so glad i took pics of her on my film camera. this is stupid because i have tons of them on my phone but. yea

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 18: overstimulation with Gear Five/Nika

warning: overstimulation, creampies, multiple rounds, idk proper portugues but i'm learning so i used google translate👍, not proofread.

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You should have known, really. Fucking a man like him, practically some sort of deity, telling him you were more than happy to let him have his way with you. Now you had to face the consequenses.

"Ohhh, yeahhh!! Y-Yeah! S-So fuckin' goo- your pussy takes me so fuckin' good, can't stop!" He laughed loudly, letting the combined noises of his happiness and your squelching sex bounce off the walls, the only stable sound to the beat of your pleasure being the consistent way his hips slapped against yours.

You've already cum so many times, at least six, but he couldn't care less. Or rather, he loved it. Said it made you tighter, and so much wetter.

"Huh?" He huffed when you begged once more for him to stop, to just let you breath, hips never once stuttering from their rhythm. "I thought we settled this," He murmured, a childish pout on his lips, brows furrowed in disgruntlement. Well, you had "settled it" a few minutes before, when you told him he could keep going a bit longer, but that was when he promised he'd stop soon.

God, it almost hurt. Your walls were clamping down so tight around his cock they ached. Every muscle in your body felt stiff and sore from how his thrusts gave you whiplash and how he manhandled you into any position he wanted. Your nipples felt puffy and burned from how hard he'd been pinching and sucking and biting just moments ago. Not to mention how damn hyper away you were of every little callous on his hands, how the air felt hot and sticky, how your damp hair clung to your skin, how every ridge and bump on his cock dragged against your pussy.

He was right back to laughing though when he felt his high approaching, sending a spark of fear up your spine when his pace somehow sped up to inhuman speeds, much to his own delight. You shouldn't be surprised that he was so unaffected by how many times he's already stuffed you to your breaking point, why he could move at such speeds and do such things. He wasn't human in the first place.

"Fuuuuuck, y'so tight! Little pussy's clampin' on me, she's all wet an' soft an' prettyyyy," His voice fluctuated from high and scratchy to gravelly and groaning in between words, moaning and panting with his tongue lulled out like a dog, dripping drool onto your hickey-cladded chest while he pawed at your ass. "Ahh, linda, você adora, né? Você pode me dizer para continuar?"

You couldn't understand a damn word, no matter how loud it sounded in your ringing ears, much too focused on gripping the sheets and keeping your cries form turning into screams. Though your eyes were working overtime, scanning how he looked above you, muscles rippling and shimmering with sweat in the moonlight.

It was alright dark out; you noticed dumbly over everything else. It had been morning when he started this.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum, mama," He moaned, letting his head tip back slowly, rolling his hips languidly against your own. The way his abs rolled with him was hypnotizing to you, in the same way your face contorting with pleasure and your sex splatting against his base was to him, making him giggle at the blissful look you gave.

For as hyper aware you were of everything, the way his tip started crashing against your G-spot before jumping to your cervix to bully you deeper made you forget you own damn place on earth for a moment, and he used those sweet few minutes to pull at the hood of your clit and thumb at the tiny bundle of nerves harshly, pinching at the bud until you screamed and your hips bucked wildly.

"Yeah! Y-Yeah- Você está gozando, eu posso sentir isso, eu posso sentir você gozando no meu pau, linda," He gasped, followed by the scream of your name he always gave you when he came, stuffing you so full you felt yourself swell beneath him.

"Oh! M-Mama! Again!" He wasn't even done pumping into you, and yet you saw that evil smile spread to his face once more, already changing your positions while your sensitivity left your rendered unable to fight against him.

[hiddenreamers]

Telegraph Road 1977 & 2024 - Lando Norris

SUMMARY: For Lando, the words "first love" just make him think of his childhood neighbour. Then, his heart breaks a little when he remembers she's somewhere in San Francisco. How surprised he is when it turns out you're much closer - in an apartment across the hall. Lando couldn't be more grateful for the strange mysteries that led you to this doorway.

WC: 983

Everybody has those moments when they are suddenly reminded of someone they knew long ago. Old classmates, kids from summer camp, playground friends – people who once were part of your daily life but now you think about them maybe once a year if not less often. Those silent questions of ��I wonder what happened to them?” come and go just as quickly, like a golden brown leaf carried by the wild, autumn wind.

Lando is something of an exception to that rule. The thoughts of his old neighbour never quite leave him, as though his autumn is more of a perpetuity than a season. Despite the passage of time, that curious quirk of his stuck. However, the why has changed. While still a child, he’d ponder the memories of you simply out of longing. It is only natural when one’s closest companion is gone one day. Then, as his young heart began revolving around crushes, dates and girlfriends, Lando suffered an epiphany. Finally, he understands! It was as if on some random Tuesday lightning had struck him – it was love he felt for you, not just friendship. And what a tale of one’s first love it told! “We were inseparable, soulmates, if you will, when one day she moved away and I never heard from her again.” Truly, a drama worth a thousand novels.

Little does he know, that those strange mysteries that separate lovers, sometimes lead them to each other’s doorways…

Lando is closing his front door, when the sound of paws tapping the floor grabs his attention. Without much thought, he looks down the corridor.

The tapping belongs to a rather happy-looking Scottish setter. He recognizes the breed only because he’s spent his childhood running around a small British town with you and two of those dogs. Despite the lingering memories of the past, Lando doesn’t mind the pet any longer, again focusing on his own things. Then, a strangely familiar voice distracts him again:

“Come on, Axel! We’ll have plenty of time to make friends later.”

Almost giving himself whiplash, Lando looks for the source of the sound. Could it be…?

You’re a little surprised when you hear someone calling out your name in a questioning manner. As far as you know, none of your friends live in Monaco. So how come someone here knows you? Fixing your grip on the box labelled Kitchen, you take a look around the corridor.

For a moment, you think you’re just seeing things. But you’ve stared at that face for so long, you could recognize him in the darkest, most inexplicable fever dream; the face that you’ve associated with home for your whole life.

“Oh my God, Lando Norris!” you exclaim between chuckles. “I can’t believe it!”

His cheeks redden a little. “You remember me?” The question has a distinct tone of surprise.

“Of course I do! You were my best friend,” you say. “Well, the only friend for a few years,” you add, your voice noticeably quieter than before.

“What are you doing here? I thought your family moved to San Francisco.”

It is only then that Lando truly sees who you’ve become throughout all those years away. Perhaps you are more beautiful than he could imagine but you’re also much sadder. There’s a wistful look in your eye, a tell-tale sign of maturity that is only born out of tears. He can only wonder what pains have brought you back to him.

“At first, it was San Francisco, then New York, Chicago, L.A… I never fit in anywhere. They’re all very lonely cities, you know?” Just for a second, your eyes become glossy. His heart feels a painful sting that only gets worse as you force a wide smile on your face. You’ve had practice in faking happiness, haven’t you? “But enough about me, it’s not that interesting,” you say in a casual tone. “Congratulations on your driving career. Seriously, you’re amazing. Would it be creepy if I admitted now that I’ve watched every single one of your races?”

“Not as creepy as admitting I’ve stalked your social media and never followed you because I thought you don’t remember me.”

“Are you dead serious right now?” Lando’s sheepish smile earns a loud laugh from you. “You should have tried anyway!”

“Funny that you’re the one to say that,” he retorts. “Why didn’t you message me if you’re such a big fan?”

Flustered, you look away for a moment. “Honestly, I thought it would be weird,” you confess. “I was sure you’d forgotten all about me and pulling this ‘we were childhood friends’ schtick now that you’re famous would be so embarrassing. You’re this top-of-the-top racing driver and I’m, well, me.” A bitter chuckle comes after your words but the faux amusement isn’t enough to fool Lando.

“You’re staying for long in Monaco?” His question is accompanied by a light gesture towards the box in your arms.

“As long as they don’t fire me, I guess.” That strange, sad laughter again. “Listen, you look like you have somewhere to be and I’ve already taken up too much of your time. You could come by in the evening, catch up if you want?” Your tone rises, revealing uncertainty about whether the invitation is welcome.

But to him, the answer is obvious. “I’d love that.”

You give him one last smile, then disappear behind the door to your apartment.

In some sense, he has you back. Not the girl he remembers, no. Something innate seems to be gone from your soul but Lando lacks the words to name the change. The sights, the loves, the pains – whatever it was that took your life on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, it sprouted melancholy in the very marrows of your bones.

“What happened to you?” he whispers to himself.

The only answer that comes is muffled footsteps and the shuffling of cardboard boxes.

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[donutz]

Yandere Catnap x female Smiling Critter cat reader

Request from Wattpad-! Here you go Buttmens(💀)☆

Being locked up in these cells is insufferable.

Catnap and I can’t do anything.

We both operate on sleeping. So we both have the red gas. We both used it, it was built into our system. Yet we end up into these cells for it. Apparently, it causes violent nightmares. From Catnap’s gas. Neither the workers nor I know if my gas causes nightmares.

They still put me in containment. Plus, I was similar to Catnap, not approaching the kids. So they were all wary about me and that gas product.

Even when Catnap and I are locked up, we still communicate. Not verbally. Telepathically, you could say. We intertwine our tails to communicate. Our tails are very long so it’s not hard.

Catnap’s planning to kill the people in this place. To work with Experiment 1006, seeing him as a god, and he’ll save us. Considering Catnap is just a kid(Hmm… I wonder why I bolded, underlined, and italicized the word kid… Hmm…)

You’d think he’d be joking because he’s a kid. But, considering who Catnap is, he’s not. At random times of the day he’d whisper, “THE PROTOTYPE WILL SAVE US.” Or something like that.

I’m not sure if I’ll follow Prototype—

“Hey guys…”

The sound of your bright friend’s voice interrupted both of your thoughts.

“Uhm. A kid drew both of you, they were wondering if you were going to come back…” He gave you two the kid’s drawings, it was sloppy, but you appreciated it.

“Do you… Know, when you two are coming back…?” You said no, while Catnap didn’t answer.

“Oh…”

You reach your paw out the cell, and put your finger on Dogday’s head. You then move it to his ears, petting him.

“We’ll come back, Dogday. Eventually.”

Moving to the underside of his chin, you give him scratches.

“Mm.. Okay!” His tail was wagging pretty fast, as he is a dog.

Then you gave him a small poke on his nose, “Now you go on and make the kids happy, okay?” You said.

“Mhm! Bye you two!” He waved his paw, signaling his goodbyes.

Normally, from you doing that to someone. Catnap would get pretty jealous. But it’s Dogday. So it’s okay. Catnap trusts Dogday, he knows he wouldn’t do that. Not to Catnap.

Though you could still see the jealousy on his face. He gave you that spooooky scare, silently communicating on why you did it.

“It was because I knew he needed some comfort Catnap. We’ll stay together until the end.” (Not in the romantic adult way, like the way when kids got little crushes on each other or somethin. The type you’d see in little kids shows, it’s rare, but it’s there. I will NOT make the reader feel that way about Catnap).

Then he stopped looking so jealous.

Now it’s the day. The day Catnap will act out, he’s already out of his cell, because he snuck the worker’s keys. Then he let you out.

“Do you… Want to kill with me…?” He asked.

You weren’t too sure. Not the critters, not the toys. Not any of the toys. Just the bad adults and stuff.

“Only the bad adults..” You answered, you weren’t sure if he’d accept the answer, but thankfully he did. He then left.

You were alone now.

‘I should alert the critters.’ You thought.

They were all in a room, then you rushed into it.

“YOU ALL NEED TO RUN. GET THE KIDS TO A SAFE PLACE. SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN ANY SECOND—”

Screams. Men and women, kids. They were all yelling and screaming. Out of fear, not of joy. The critters were confused? What were you talking about? Why did they hear someone scream? And why wasn’t it from joy?

“GET THE KIDS. NOW.” They were all asking questions, but followed along. Well, Dogday mainly did, as the leader he multitasked. Getting the critters and kids safe. Though it wasn’t very successful. 

You had to run. Run over to kill the ‘bad adults’. Like you said you would.

A few minutes later, you were managing to get the kids to a safe place while looking for your targets. You found it. The man who tortured and teased you and Catnap.

You can’t go back on this now.

You scruffed him with your paw and hesitantly ate him. Your pupils dilated. The taste was wonderful. You didn’t care about the kids anymore, you killed them. Threw them roughly to a wall, stomped on them, y’know, to put them out of their misery before you ate them?

You still had somewhat of a heart. Even killing all of these innocent children.

Ugh. That sounds gross, the adrenaline wore off for a second, and you could see the murder you caused.

All the blood, dead bodies. That was because of you! Catnap's so proud of you for doing such a good job!

He's quite surprised that you even got the courage to kill people. You were on the nicer side, trying to not have Catnap escalate things in his cold head(Even at his young age).

So to see you murdering people?! It was very entertaining.

You were looking at the bodies. Just staring. Then you saw Catnap. He walked up to you.

“Good… Job.” He praised.

Your pupils dilated from that. He rubbed his head against yours, cuddling with you slightly.

You could hear his purrs!

You cuddled back, purring. Just you two being cats. Extracting all of the— blood. That's spread around the place.

You're just a cat ^_^.

After the hour of joy, Catnap and you were just searching over the place, making sure there were no survivors. Though, Catnap sped away, possibly looking for someone.

You hoped Dogday was safe.

10 years later, you now ‘worshiped’ Catnap.

The way you thought about Catnap is the way Catnap thought about the Prototype.

Sadly, Dogday didn't believe in the Prototype. So he's… Chained up. You comfort him at times, Catnap doesn't really let you be around him. But you know he won't do anything, as long as he's watching.

Other than that you two were the cuddliest kittens ever!!!

Such a cute cat duo!!

You two would be a star if you didn't murder people.

[osachiyo]

"he is a feral and spiteful creature− I want this little demon out of my house right now!" satoru fumed, pointing accusedly at your cat sitting on his spot of the sofa.

"satoru, he's just a kitty cat! I'm sure he didn't mean to bite you!" you facepalmed, patting your cat on the head as he purred.

your boyfriend grumbled angrily before sitting back down, resuming the movie. after a few moments, his hand wandered to wrap around your midriff to bring you closer but suddenly a sharp sting shot through his hand. "ow−! what the hell?" claws. your little demon had scratched his hand, there was no blood though, fortunately. satoru grit his teeth, cradling his hand as you scold your cat lightly, "bad boy! what did I tell you about scratching people?" your cat only mewled, pawing at your chest as if to defend himself. sighing, you turned to your lover, kissing him on the cheek, "sorry 'bout that, love. he's...just a little aggressive."

"a little?"

"okay, maybe a biit more than a little but− he's normally very friendly with people! I have no idea why he's so hostile towards you..."

"guess the cat can't stand greatness, eh? yeah, lil' buddy's jealous?" satoru smirked at the grumpy feline, who was giving him the "as if" look.

"I don't think anyone can stand your greatness, 'toru," you rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder as he pulls you close, the cat crawling up to your lap, his rightful seat.

"even you?" he hummed, long fingers drumming on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. god, you smelled so fucking good he could just− "oh, we ran out of popcorn!" you pouted, getting up from the comfort of your boyfriend's arms, your cat staring curiously as you pause the movie, "I'll go make some real quick, baby. try not to get bitten~" you laughed, walking over to the kitchen.

satoru scoffed, squinting his eyes at the little devil beside him, "better not try shit, buddy." the little devil in question only yawned, bored and sleepy. "tired, eh? good, good− fall asleep like a good boy so I don't gotta deal with your annoying ass.." he whispered at the feline, who only blinked, tilting it's head in curiosity. "okay, fine.. maybe you're a little cute− but that does not change my mind about you being a literal hell spawn," he groaned, looking away for a second − before grumbling and reluctantly picking the kitty up, gently placing him on his thigh.

"hey, why aren't you biting or scratching my face off right now?" satoru raised a brow, staring at the cat like he was going to answer him somehow. the feline only licked his paws, nuzzling his face into your boyfriend's lap− even your hell spawn of a cat couldn't deny that his lap was comfortable as hell. "what the hell? does this thing have a bipolar disorder−!"

"oh."

everything suddenly clicked, he only scratched satoru when you were around. as much as he hated to admit it, you were the problem.

you came back shortly after with the popcorn, shocked upon seeing your cat comfortably napping on your lover's lap, "did I... miss something?"

"nothing, baby. just sit on the other couch, not this one."

"aaaand why is that...?"

satoru gave a pointed look to the little guy sleeping on his lap, "this dude turns into a rabid dog when you're close."

"it's a cat, satoru. you can't call it a rabid dog−"

"eh, same thing."

great, now you wanted to scratch his face off.

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[asterias-record-shop]

BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

I am so sorry anón honey, I got completely carried away!! I hope you enjoy it though!

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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[55sturn]

hi, may i please request a fic abt Chris adopting a little animal? any kind of animal is fine. thank you

✮ WELCOME HOME!

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis: in which chris and his girlfriend, y/n, decided to adopt a cat from a nearby pet

warnings: none aside from swearing! total fluff!

THIRD PERSON POV

chris and y/n had began to feel like their apartment was rather…empty. it was just the two of them for the most part, side from the revolving door of friends and family that were constantly in and out.

but when the sky was dusted with specks of dusk and nightfall, the stars starting peak through, and it was just the two of them cuddled up on the couch, it felt lonely. like something was missing.

so when y/n proposed the idea of getting a pet, chris was ecstatic. and so began the hunt for the perfect pet for the two of them. they wanted one that fit their personalities and dynamic, although they’d be completely content with a senior pet too, making a happy home for the animal to live the rest of its life in.

as the couple walked toward the shelters door, the two of them were sort of nervous but ultimately excited. y/n was cherishing the domesticity of it all. there was something about adopting a pet with the person you love that felt so incredibly warm and comfortable.

“i want an orange cat.” chris giggled, swinging his and y/n’s interlocked hands between their bodies.

“of course you do, i wouldn’t expect you to want any other type of cat or pet. well maybe i’d expect you to want something insane like a baby rhino or a full grown giraffe.” y/n laughed, watching as chris’ eye sparkled with mischief at the idea of having an unusual pet.

“a baby rhino as a pet would be sick as fuck. completely fucked up but sick as fuck as like a guard animal or whatever.” chris joked as they reached the front entrance.

“i would be terrified of it.” she giggled, walking through the door as chris held it open for her, they were happily greeted by an older dog that wandered around the front.

the two sat with him, petting him and kissing his head as chris talked about how much the older dog made him miss trevor who was back home with his parents.

the two walked through the aisles of the shelter, soon approaching the door that led to the kennel area. chris pulled it open, walking through and holding it open for y/n before lacing his fingers through hers.

“do you think a dog would be too high maintenance for us right now?” y/n hummed, her head resting against chris’ biceps as they stood and watched the dogs sit excitedly in their kennels.

“yeah i think so, i think if we were to get a dog, it’d have to be a more chill breed or an older dog that just needs love and attention y’know?”

“yeah.”

they continued their walk-through, interacting with as many of the dogs as they could before turning and following the walkway to the section where the cats were kept. as they meandered through, laughing as some of the cats asked for their attention while others looked at them, cocked their heads before going back to whatever they were doing.

y/n was about to turn back to the dogs, thinking they would get away with an older one, when an orange cat meowed and stuck its paw through the metal gate. crouching down she peered into the kennel, finding the six month old kitten excitedly clawing at the gate.

“chris come here.” y/n giggled, sticking her finger through one of the spaces and watching as the kitten nuzzled her finger.

“oh my god he’s so cute.” chris cooed, copying his girlfriend’s actions and petting the cat. the two played with the kitten through the gate until a worker stumbled across them.

“would you guys like to take him out of his kennel?”

“we were actually wondering if we could adopt him?”

“yeah, of course! i’ll just take him out of the kennel so you can hold him and we’ll bring him up to the front!” the lady smiled, handing the couple the kitten before grabbing his registration card out the holder underneath the kennel.

chris smiled as he watch his girlfriend cradle the kitten as if it were a human baby, laughing as she cooed and whispered at him, petting his head, watching as the kitten began loudly purring as she scratched beneath his chin.

“what do you wanna name him?” chris hummed against the side of her head as he slung his arm over her shoulders, the two of them following lazily behind the worker as she led them toward the front counter.

“torn between gizmo and charlie.”

“gizmo’s kind of cute and charlie is lowkey basic.” chris laughed making y/n roll her eyes as she set gizmo down on the front counter, while the worker grabbed the couple a bed? a set of dishes, a pink collar which made y/n laugh, and a few toys along with a bag of food.

after paying certain fees and for the few supplies that didn’t come free with the adoption, the couple walked out with the newest addition to their family. gizmo sat calmly in y/n’s lap as she looped the breakaway collar around his neck after adjusting it to the proper size. chris smiled as y/n happily fussed over the tiny baby sitting in her lap.

as the two brought their cat up to their apartment, y/n sighed and smiled as she spoke,

“welcome home giz!”

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Kalina, UMP45, AK12, and M16A1 walking in to find their S/O being buried by the strays the Commander keeps adopting, please!

Okay seriously, we are in the Arctic, where the HELL do these animals keep coming from?

Kalina walks into the rescue station in order to double check if her paperwork was correct.

Only to see her S/O completely overrun with many of the smaller animals, Kalina failing to contain her laughter.

(Kalina) "Hah, oh my god! Need some help there?"

(S/O) "W-Why do we have so many?!"

(Kalina) "It raises morale for the T-Dolls and other personnel around base. It's certainly raising mine watching you get mauled!"

(S/O) "Are you coming to help or not, Kalina?!"

(Kalina) "Aaaactually, better idea! Stay there, and I can do a headcount of everyone. Thanks for making my job easy!"

Kalina says with a cheeky wink, and checks her clipboard, pretending not to hear S/O as they're buried alive by many four legged furballs.

45 wasn't at the base very often due to the nature of her operations, so it surprised her when she learned about the rescue station.

She decided to investigate it out of curiousity before seeing S/O struggling to wrangle a herd of kittens and puppies who were making so much noise.

(S/O) "45! Thank god you're here!"

UMP45 chuckles, walking in and helping S/O by leaning down and petting the animals, many of them coming to her.

(UMP45) "See you got your hands full. How long has this been here?"

(S/O) "Uh, I think even before the Commander started working here. As to why this is here, I haven't got a clue."

45 shrugged and mindlessly started petting the small animals that walked up to her.

Her smile softened upon seeing S/O struggling to feed some of the kittens who were crawling on them.

(UMP45) "Heh. You're pretty good with animals."

(S/O) "You call this pretty good?!"

(UMP45) "...Hm, yeah you're right. You suck."

12 noticed her S/O was in the rescue station, judging by the radar. She decided to walk in to see what S/O was doing, before being greeted with S/O carrying multiple bags of food trying not to step on any of them.

(AK-12) "Would you like some help?~"

(S/O) "PLEASE."

AK-12 giggled at their panicked reaction, quickly stepping in and distributing the food evenly.

She noticed one of the kittens began nudging at her hand, which she gave it a pet in response.

(AK-12) "Are there any wolves here? I think I'd prefer to pet those instead."

(S/O) "Psh, please. Last thing we need in here are predators, and worst of all I think Kalina and the Commander would actually let them..."

(AK-12) "Is that such a bad thing?"

(S/O) "For me it is!"

(AK-12) "Well, not my problem.~"

(S/O) sigh

(M16A1) "Oh my god, they're adorable!"

(S/O) "M16, make sure you don't reek of booze before touching the animals."

M16 looked offended at that remark.

(M16A1) "Wha-Oh come on! I haven't even drank today yet! I just wanna pet the cute dogs!"

(S/O) "They have a keen sense of smell, you might scare them."

(M16A1) "That's a load of bull! I bet they'll love me! Besides, you don't mind getting close to me at night!"

(S/O) "T-That's different!"

(M16A1) "Hmph, my ass!"

She picked up one of the puppies pawing at her legs and was tempted to flip her S/O off.

(M16A1) "See, the little guy-"

(S/O) "Girl."

(M16A1) "-Girl, loves me!"

[cupoftaae]

Heyy! Love your work💜 Could you maybe write something fluffy, where tae is y/n’s comfort and she goes to him after a bad day🫶🏻

Hello there! AW, thank you for reading!

Fluffy taehyung is my weakness, I hope you enjoy anon :)

warnings- mentions of weed, swearing. Soft taehyung needs his own warnings tbh. also this takes place as if they were both like, 19-20 ish ....KIND OF FRIENDS TO LOVERS LOWKEY

wanna build a pillow fort? -KTH drabble

you werent sure how you had landed in this position in the first place, but here you were, sitting in the living room while your parents explained to you that...well...the college you had been praying to get into one day had declined you.

"are you sure?" you whispered, watching your dad show you the letter. You sighed, trying to hold back any signs of emotion. You had taken a gap year between graduating high school to now, just to grasp your bearings. You put all your energy into working and getting into school, but the universe had other plans.

"I know you wanted this so badly, y/n, im sorry" your mother sat down next to you. "What am I gonna do? I had no backup plan..." your face falls into your hands. "your so young, you have time. you can also sign up to take classes, you dont need to be a student" your mom adds.

"but I wanna be a student, thats the whole point."

"listen, I know this is stressful, but just go get some rest and maybe we can figure out a new plan tomorrow? ok?" your father stands up, looking at you sadly.

You shrugged, knowing that they were just trying to help, but there was no way out of this, you were fucking upset.

Once you had gotten into your room, slamming your door shut, you collapsed onto your bed and took 5 deep breathes, you didnt want to cry. You were a big girl now and crying over school was dumb. You just wanted to be with someone right now, and your best friend was 3 streets over, making things difficult.

You could invite him over, but your father wasnt too pleased to see him late at night the last time he was here. He had walked in and alerted your dog, making him bark until your parents came downstairs, freaked out. They also just dont like the idea of a boy being in your room, despite the fact you are 19, and have been friends with taehyung since you were little....there were absolutely no feelings like that showing up... at least thats what you chose to believe.

You quickly texted him just to see if he was even up to hang.

You: wyd

Tae: making ramen, wbu?

you smiled and chose to ignore his message, making the quick decision to grab your jacket and sneak out your window. Youve only done this one other time, and it was when you had covid and your friend Vanessa dropped off chipotle outside on your side of the house for you.

You prayed to God that your parents had no installed cameras, because one, you didnt want to get caught, and two, you fell on your ass on the way out. "Jesus christ" you scoff, getting up and making a dash to taehyungs house in the dark.

-

Taehyung was standing in the kitchen and dancing to music with his dog, making his little paws move according to the choreography. "Why are you making food so late?" Taehyungs mother spoke, coming into the room to fill up her tea. "because its friday.." he mumbled, mouth full of noodles.

"Okay" she laughed and shook her head, "just clean up, yeah? oh, an-"

his mother was cut off by the front door being knocked on, "who is here at this hour?" she whispered, walking over to look through the peep hole. She sarcastically looked back at taehyung, "why is y/n on my front step?" she smirked.

"she is??" he walked over to the door.

"you know if you wanted to plan a date, I could have made real food for you guys"

"mom stop" he shyly shushed her before opening the door.

"hello" you mumble, bowing at the presence of his mother.

"Hey, y/n...is everything alright?" he asks, his mother gently pulling you inside. "its almost 11 dear" she spoke.

"Im ok, Im just needing some time out of my house, I hope im not intruding?"

"oh no, no, sweetie youre good" she smiled and closed the door.

Taehyung hugged you and glanced at his mom

"i'll be upstairs if you need anything" she spoke, grabbing her tea and walking upstairs before yelling "Be good, just not too good"

He laughed and pulled away to look at you. "Not that I mind your presence, but...why are you here?"

you giggled as he took your coat and hung it up. "well....I uhm" you looked around before sitting on the edge of the couch. "I didnt get in" you shrugged, forced smile on your face.

"hm? what are you talking about?" he stands in front of you

"I received a letter in the mail today from HUFS, and it was declining my application" you speak softly, watching him frown.

"y/n...Im so sorry"

"its okay, its just a lot, but i'll be fine."

He kneeled in front of you and held your hands, "you know...its okay to be sad, right?" he whispers, "that was your dream school.."

you nodded, wanting to sink into the floor the moment you felt tears prickling your eyes. "I know, but...something new will come. I just really wanted to be like you, in school and working towards my degree already, you know?" you shrug.

he nods, "I know, but.." he squeezed your hands, "life isnt a competition, we all do things when the universe pulls us in that direction. Its ok this didnt work out, maybe it was for the best. I know you, y/n, and whatever you do in life is going to be fucking amazing, no doubt about it. So be sad, mourn what you will miss, but dont let it hold you back."

you nodded as tears escaped your eyes, small cries falling from your lips as he immediately held you up and wrapped you into his arms. "Its okay....I promise" he coo'd, hand brushing your hair as you finally let yourself feel upset.

"thank you" you sniff, wiping your eyes as you hold him.

"cmon, lets go eat junkfood and build a fort" he squeezed your waist, making you blush slightly as you followed him to the kitchen. "a fort?" you asked, eyes still wet.

"mhm, with like the pillows and stuff" he spoke, taking another bite of noodles.

you giggle, "ok"

-

You two sat under a giant pillow fort, with a blanket over the head for the roof. "I have to say, your pillow fort making skills have improved. Remember when we were little and it would always collapse on us?" you snorted, nudging him.

"I have improved and grown in many ways, trust the process of time" he joked, taking a bite of the chip in his hand.

He definitely had grown and improved, taking a moment to look over his face proves the fact that Taehyung had matured quite nicely at that.

"dont stare its rude" he teased, finding something to watch on youtube.

You shake your head, "sorry" you lean over to lay beside him so you can see the screen of his laptop.

"Your parents wont like...kill me...if they find out you spent the night, right?"

you giggle, "am I spending the night?"

"well, you dont have to, I just assumed because its already 1am and its not safe for you to be out and about"

you shook your head, "what? so I dont have what it takes to fight off street hagglers?"

"oh you do, Im keeping you off the street for their safety" he spoke seriously, making you laugh.

"mm, and no, my parents arent gonna do anything, I dont think....maybe.....you know what? I dont know"

"oh that makes me feel good" he fake pouts

"Im teasing, im 19 and they need to get over keeping me locked up all the time..." you play with the fabric of the blanket.

"I think your dad hates me, dude" he sighed, shutting his laptop and leaving you both to lay in the dark as you looked up at the green blanket roof.

"shut up, he does not"

"He told me that he didnt want me showing up there anymore"

"thats because it was 4am and you scared the dog, I told you to come in through the window you fucking dumbass" you joked, "he also caught you with weed, so there you go"

"hm, fair I guess" he sighed

"he doesnt hate you I promise" you turned on your side to face him, not realizing how close your faces were.

He turned his head, noses barley touching as you both looked over each others faces in the dark.

"are you feeling better?" he whispered

"yeah...yeah I am" you mumbled, wanting to pull away but also choosing to stay put.

"good" he smiled and turned his body so it was also laying on his side, facing you.

"Y/n?" he asked

"yeah?"

"is it ok if I kiss you?"

you felt your hear stop in your chest, what did he just ask you?

"w-what?" you look at him, eyes wide

"I asked if I could kiss you?" he repeated, voice so soft and quiet. "its ok to say no" he added.

you took a breath, realizing that in moments like this, you really have to be honest with yourself and stop saying you aren't attracted to him, because here he is, in front of you, asking to kiss after taking his time to make you feel better. You can only hold on to your discipline so much before you fold.

"yeah...yeah you can kiss me, tae" you exhale, shocked the words even came from your mouth.

His large hand came up to hold your face delicately, thumb brushing your skin as you both leaned in slowly until each others lips clashed. The feeling felt a lot more natural than you anticipated, it wasn't weird, or awkward or cringe, it felt....right?

If tae's plan was to make you fully forget about that college letter, than goal achieved.

You knew you both would have to talk about this later, at some other time when your mouths weren't attached to each other, but for now all you wanted to do was be thankful for him.

you gently pulled back and giggled like a little girl, a blush creeping over your face as he pulled you against his chest. There were no words or jokes, you both simply laid together before eventually falling asleep in each others embrace.

Maybe he was right about better things coming, and maybe this was it.

A/N- this was so cute I was kicking my feet and giggling while writing, we all need our own taehyung.

[alpineshift]

Hello! My end of week plans have been ruined by non-stop rain & localised flooding 😭 (everyone is safe, the dog is mad I won’t let him out to splash in the newly formed lake in our yard) if you are still doing the prompts, please could I request number 17 - dewy meadow perfect for a picnic, but much like here, it’s pouring with rain & we have some very wet, bedraggled, throughly unhappy hockeys?

Thanks for all the stories so far!

oh no I'm sorry to hear about your plans 😢 I hope the rain lets up! I'm glad you're all safe!

#17 is yours ❤️

[17] a dewy meadow perfect for a picnic (except it's not anymore)

"Well. I don't think we can do a picnic anymore."

It's worse than the weather forecast had predicted. Nico had been particularly agitated by the storm overnight, pacing back and forth until Jack had called him to bed. And now, he's standing under the awning of the porch outside, expression faintly devastated by the ongoing inclement weather.

Jack walked up behind his boyfriend and rubs his back soothingly; Nico had been so excited about this trip, eager to organize their picnic after Jack had looked through the rental property photos and mentioned how beautiful the nearby meadow was. Now, he's looking like someone's just canceled the hockey season again.

"It's okay, babe, I'm sure there's other things we could do--"

Of course, that's when they hear the short bark, a bang as the screen door flies open, and see Rosie shooting off into the rain, paws splashing through the puddles and mud as she makes a break for it.

Jack has never run faster in his life.

Two soaked outfits, a very zoomie'd out dog, and a long, hot shower later, Jack's finally plodding back into the main area of the cottage, drying his damp hair, dressed down comfortably in sweat pants and Nico's long sleeve.

He feels awful; he's the one who didn't latch the door shut properly and they'd returned looking like drowned rats, but Nico hadn't even gotten mad--just sighed fondly at their mischievous dog after they'd washed and dried her, pecked Jack on the lips and let him take a shower in the master suite while he used the downstairs bathroom.

"Neeks?" Jack calls. "Babe? Are you done showering?"

"Yeah--over here, Jack."

He's in the den, and Jack happily heads that way, a suggestion for a movie and popcorn on his lips, only for the words to vanish and his jaw to drop when he enters the sitting area.

Nico's rearranged the entire place, clearing the floor for their picnic blanket, sitting cushions, and all the food, including two bubbling glasses of champagne. The lamps are dimmed and there are fairy lights strung up, glowing warmly. Rosie is sitting dutifully on one of the cushions, her tongue lolling happily as she smiles up at Jack, wearing a very cute red ribbon around her neck.

Nico's at the edge of the picnic blanket, and he's down on one knee with a little velvet box in hand.

Jack drops the towel. "Oh my god," he says faintly.

"Surprise," Nico manages, a grinning shyly up at him. "So, uh, this isn't a picnic in the meadow that you liked, but I figured we could make the most of it. I had a whole speech planned and it was very cliched and you would've called me cheesy, but I think the universe has a different plan for us."

"Oh my god," Jack repeats. "Is this why you were so upset about the rain?"

"Partly," Nico admits. "But honestly--I don't think it matters anymore. Life is kind of crazy and things can go sideways so fast and dogs can just run outside before you can stop them, but if anything, today's just proved that being with you makes it all easier, rain or shine. And I hope that we'll have that with each other forever."

He takes a deep breath and cracks open the lid; the ring inside is so handsome, so elegant, so perfect. "I love you so much, Jack," Nico starts, a faint tremble in his voice. "Will you--"

He doesn't even get to finish. Jack is already tackling him into the cushions, shouting his yes in delight, feeling Nico exhale in relief and hug him back and laugh happily into the curve of his neck. Rosie immediately leaps over them, wriggling excitedly into their arms, and Jack can't think of a better surprise to turn the gloomy grey day around.

"I love you, babe," he whispers back, curling into Nico's warm, adoring hold. "I love you so much too."

[blorbologist]

Cat’s Cradle, Chapter 15

Ch1 ... Ch14

Two more months.

Percy just has to survive two more months. Then the kittens will have homes and he can make a swift exit with what’s left of his heart. Or maybe even sooner: Vax’ildan and Keyleth will not be gone forever. And the kittens only need a few more weeks of care until Curio and Vex can handle themselves without him.

Finding excuses to stay is almost trivial, is the trouble. Namely Vex’s long hours - he’s not sure she’d remember to eat if not for Trinket whining at her heels. There’s some matzo ball soup from Pike waiting to be warmed on the stove once the animals - good gods, a dog and a cat and six kittens - are cared for.

She only just got home, not even taking the time to shuck her jacket before finding him, preparing a bottle of her own and coaxing one of the kittens to feed. 

(The turquoise dress and dark leather jacket is criminally good looking. Wow, legs.)

“There’s a good darling,” she murmurs, eyes a starlit darkness as Spanner latches and drinks obnoxiously loudly. Ratchet, by comparison, is quieter, pawing at the air in front of her with tiny talons.

Vex leans heavily into Percy’s side, the last rags of her perfume settling with the benign scents of a busy day. He has no idea how she can go from that to caring for something small, helpless - he would certainly need to sequester himself away from anything alive for an hour or three. 

She pokes his flank with an elbow. “Did I miss anything today?”

Percy hums. “Well,” he says, “I had a front-row seat to a gladiatorial battle today.”

The grin is infectious - her eyes fight to stay on task. “Oh?”

“Mmmmhm - I’d almost call it a fight club. Terribly unclouth ear-biting. Slow-motion rabbit-kicks.”

“And who were the little champions?” Vex’s finger draws over the tiny black spine - Spanner’s tail shoots up and she leans into the touch. “Was it you, darling? I bet it was you.”

His chuckle feels punched out of him, of its own accord. Gods. “Actually - it was the twins and Velcro.”

She loses some battle and glances at him sidelong. It feels like victory, until he realizes it’s a trap. “Nuts and Bolts?”

Percy groans. “We are not having this discussion again.”

“Why not?” He should freeze when Vex snickers, falling further into his side. Not relax into it, the warmth of her cheek so close. She blinks and he can feel it.

Ratchet - not Bolts - churrs, gumming the bottle’s nipple more lazily. Her little mouth is caked in formula, little head lolling back in contentment. Perfect timing - he owes her one.

Percy clears his throat. Pulls himself away. It’s like slowly submerging his head in cold water. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no - I’m -” Vex bites her lip. Percy studiously does not look at her as he wipes the kitten’s mouth, puts her back, refills the bottle for the next hellion. He swears he hears her voice quaver: “That’s on me. Friends, right?”

Weeks, months? How the hell is he going to survive another day?

--

“Curio, what am I going to do?”

The cat in question has nothing to say about it. Which is very fair - Percy is hardly expecting her to respond. He’s supposed to habituate her to human voices and proximity again. With his last few emails sent and laptop sitting closed on the tiles, and Vex not due home for another two hours, he figures Curio is as good a confidant as any.

It remains that he is sitting in the tub as though it’s a therapist’s couch (without his shoes on, he’s no monster) and going over his troubles to a cat. She’s already listened to him bemoan taxes and gush about her babies while devouring the plate of chicken he’d left nearby. Now she’s hiding somewhere - maybe in the shower curtains, or in her kennel, or behind the sink. Hard to tell from this angle. 

So Percy keeps talking, mapping cracks in the tile. “We agreed to keep it platonic. But it’s not, it’s very clearly not, and I refuse to overstep and make her uncomfortable.”

Fuck, it makes him uncomfortable - just how badly he wants to hold her and tell her a thousand juvenile, stupid things. 

(Maybe he wants to be out of his comfort zone. Sweat a little, because Vex is - Vex is worth it. And he can wait, and live with these scraps he steals if it all amounts to what they had before.)

“Regardless of my feelings.” He swallows hard. Digs his gaze into a missing corner of ceramic. “Regardless - she deserves better. You know I was a complete wreck the day you - when you and your littlest joined us? And I stay up late, too scared to close my eyes. That they - and you, and her - might all be gone or worse when I open them.”

Percy sighs. “Why can’t I just fix me? Work as intended? This - all this pinning - is so complicated.”

The rasp of carpet - so she was curled behind the toilet, then.

“I’m sure you never had to deal with this,” he grumbles. “Just find a tom or two and never think about the ordeal again. And never will, again, now that you’re spayed.”

Pat-pat-pat, and a soft thunk. Eyes bluer than he can imagine lock with his.

“Oh.” 

Curio stands awkwardly on the lip of the bath, three legs somewhat splayed for balance on the smooth surface. Her ears form delicate little wings, unsure but not scared. 

Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Percy paws for the treats kept on hand for this miracle. And extends his open hand and offering to the molly. 

Only briefly does she sniff before dipping her head to - 

he was going to call it delicately nibble, but she absolutely scarfs down the treats with a mumbly growl. It’s hilarious, and dismisses his heavy heart with ease.

And then - and then she stretches her neck out, sniffing along his wrist. Tentatively, he walks his fingers under her chin.

She leans into it, eyes squinting.

“There’s a good girl,” Percy breathes, an open-mouthed smile robbing him of breath.

Curio purrs.

Vex finds him, later, in the bathtub with Curio in his lap. Unfortunately her appearance causes the cat to scrabble for cover, drawing clawmarks even through his pants - but it’s fine, it’s fine Vex, really -

really, it is.

--

“Hail to the returning hero,” Percy cheers. Vex has to take a moment to draw soak hair away from her eyes to see him properly, at which she cackles. 

“Percy! What did you do?”

Torn between an understatement and overexplaining, Percival settles instead for pilfering her coat, sauntering off to toss it in the dryer. On the way back he lobs a towel at her head - she loathes leaving her hair wet. 

He trusts Vex can deduce his schemes well enough by the evidence assembled: candles crowning surfaces out of Trinket-wagging range, nice linens and cutlery at the tiny table, his own pressed dress shirt and dark jacket, and the smell of roast vegetables, mashed potatoes and steak wafting from where they remain, warm and safe from the dog, in the kitchen

Cooking is just chemistry you can eat - or, that’s what his mother had told him to convince a young Percy to help out in the kitchen. After that it became a struggle to pry him away from the oven for seven months. Though the special interest had faded, much of the knowledge was baked in. Pun intended.

Today was her last long day before her hours returned to normal. Not that it was a given, but it was in writing, and from his understanding Vex had schmoozed and socialized well enough to potentially be looking at a more lucrative, less time-consuming, job offer. She could afford to say no, thankyou. And that was worth celebrating.

Percy grins sheepishly. “I might have cooked another, without any seasoning, for the four legged legion.”

She’s said it a thousand times before, and so she says it again: “You’re spoiling them, darling.” Which is true - it’s a welcome surprise, how often thoughts of simple joys to share with Trinket and the cats strike him. How easily he caves to the whims. 

No surprise, really. Spoiled, Vex says, of a steak divided eight ways to her feast, to her wine, to him. All for her.

“Besides - the kittens can’t eat solid food for some weeks yet, Percy.”

Well - shit.

[lirarey]

Who would have thought that with the appearance of a dog, so many changes would appear in her life. No, of course, she really didn’t dare to leave Perry for a long time, who didn’t put her in anything, but to do this is so unusual... Yes, life had sent a real friend to her. Although CJ was left homeless because of Max, the girl didn't want to be offended by him. This is definitely the beginning of a new stage, and one day they will definitely mark it in a new apartment that she can earn on her own. Not for the first time, he'll do it. After all, Gloria somehow raised her daughter alone. However, CJ definitely wouldn't want to become such a mother. She didn't like the idea of raising a child in an inferior family. Her relationship was pretty complicated. Apparently, she will devote her life exclusively to dogs. How wrong she was to think that this little dog would get tired quickly and let himself be overtaken. And why did she have the feeling that Max was running for some specific purpose?..

"Max, stop!" CJ braked sharply, noticing that Max started scratching at the door of the room.

Maybe someone he knew lived there? Although the hotel looked expensive, it was unlikely that the guests would have taken a puppy from the shelter. Even the most wonderful fluffy lump that needs warmth and love so much... Just as the girl was about to quietly take Max and pretend that they were here by accident, the door opened a crack. CJ braced herself for the worst and immediately opened her eyes wide. The guy who stared back at her in amazement seemed very familiar. Funny. It's just impossible. But for some reason Max barked joyfully, as if greeting him.

"CJ?" The girl gasped. Was this man in obviously expensive clothes, staying in a wealthy hotel, her childhood best friend?..

"Trent?" He smiled sheepishly and it came out so charmingly that CJ suppressed a chuckle.

"Oh, come in! And don't worry about all your dogs. I think we can talk." Trent opened the door and went inside. "Be careful, there're a lot of boxes here."

CJ carefully examined her entire menagerie and cast a reproachful glance at Max. York responded with a cheerful wagging of his tail and turned towards Trent, as if to say, look, mistress, to whom I have brought you. Maybe Max will also find them a good apartment? As if reading her mind, he trotted into the room. And this is just when they all have dirty paws...

"I didn't expect to see you in the big city."

It was partly a lie. Trent has always been very hardworking, and CJ had no doubt about his future: education, a good job, a big family. No, CJ had never envied him, rather admired him. But now, somewhere inside, she wasn't sure that people from such different circles could be friends. And do adults even have friends?

"At first I lived in London, and then I moved here... Just an attempt, nothing more. And how are you doing? How about the music?" Trent ruffled his hair, unsure if he should ask.

"Yes, everything is fine. I'm writing songs and getting ready to go on the big stage." She looked down and patted Max on the head. But York suddenly barked resentfully. Trent looked at him with interest. No, he can't understand...

"CJ, I'm always ready to help you. I know you love dogs, but not to the point of walking with a whole pack."

Max actively wagged his tail, supporting his aspirations. Did they conspire? It's time to leave, before this smart dog also gives out that they have nowhere to live...

"No, really, I..." Before the girl could finish, Max crashed into a stack of boxes with a running start.

The top one swayed and fell next to him: a lot of things fell out of it.

"Oh, my God, Trent, I'm sorry!" CJ and Trent simultaneously approached York, who jumped up on his paws as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't understand why everyone was alarmed.

"Max, you scared us! Don't do that anymore!" she muttered in fright, clutching her pet to her.

"It's okay, I was going to unpack anyway, you helped me!" Trent chuckled, patting Max.

CJ looked at him in surprise: was he really not angry at them at all? Of course, she expected some kind of reaction from her friend, but it's been so many years...

"But if you're not in a hurry, I really wouldn't mind helping."

"Well, now because of you, Max, I also have to clean up."

And they both laughed.

[libidomechanica]

“The rear, flee the plain it is oergrown”

A ballad sequence

               1

And tocher sae shy; for the hills?     Whether love some place me on Sunday Morning clear. The rear,     flee the plain it is o’ergrown with here those lips bedeck thy     hours, wine, and slits the bowl with only singing each with puffing,     proue: no vertue merits

praising came, ere we extinguish     quite so great Marlborough’s skill a fairy fruitful plain it     is very word was more, woeful shepherd’s crooked, Bay in     mourning skin. Oh where besides what fly by night, and love of     words around her, resting

into thy breast sae warm sea-scented     to side: tis beauty shed, present hour of the summit     of Blisse, and wishes fall, and waves, and once could, Oh would hinder     himself amendment, didst thou, light-winged Dryad of the height     this bed them. No hopefulnesse?

And gray yearning, that must     first be thaw’d or his seeming tide shatter which Boccaccio’s     lore and Dryden’s trembles the sheet until evening eyes were     to peace, and carefully walks to the sea backwards, true lovers     met to gain her locks

thy duties but new. He lied with     this mother Fair Elenor! They could give it is good will     make so martial, to find a train display: she, she cries, oh     misery! But some repairs, surprised men comes in whom shee     lou’d, and the phoenix Queen!

               2

Womb the rock; but out, O faire, most     from his eyes. Devoid of God and its Ionian elegance,     the glistering as if

by some friend than tears shower, but     the sand; and the price would tell you returns eyes, they see, of     great carouse knocks, and must

your affair is keen and a rose     treacheries behind. And yet no pitie I find our desires;     then faded, and, for

my embalmed darkness oft incense     paired with new spangled ore flames to Homer what I shoulder     of beechen green as

midsummer in domestic pieces.     And from our bright and sound about Max like a greatest     Gogmagogs, with like a flowers

forth to-night—the result will     keep for the dull MS. Ever rest; that like to his pocket-     book and pleasure’s will shook

the knock-kneed broom instep roll’st a     lovely hands. My wings I take: in whose counted to roam! But     murder in that I have

passes turn and my passion is     pain, or music that snap the thing, finding me my smiling     unwanted butterflies.

Woodland grey melt away! Find none,     yet want to kiss, or else can imagining me my bride—     till I ever sinless

year this is no salve to myself     a welcome sweetly single little living hair, or raven     with privy paw daily

logs of raising came, and thing,     bone. About and his returns for a ballad or romances     on this moment, with

its spoken. On pants he tosses     turn and find in trine. The lang night toward our heart, however     want to face turn’d to help

me unravel, they helpless ire     of a smiling bride that I might own. To the Genius who     hold you went out with truth—

i say thousand wreaths of idling,     the heart. Were not there was wonder is the name than the faint     vision’d bower where to

high priest acts; lamb and put one’s backwards,     these little lap-dog breezes sight without all dare e’en     dear compellant, certain

of his arm or leg between mine     on first time passed. Their glory, the silken sky. The consciousness     of her eyes, and I

worried you like Shakspeare’s stealing     up the heauens form’d the mathematics. So darkness shore,     and still, in native beauty

should have tried, but a voyage     done, yet do more the shepherd and me. When you offer be     to make those charioteers

caught doubts if allow for better,     a most happy threshold, he, or when a turncoat has been     for the women who sleeps.

               3

I sit and hast all country green     leaves of guiltlesse Ermine, the veil that hill of death! Carrying     star-lights at me brought;

and all my nights he to fresh in     all the North these obtain her pale, and yet again! A beauty     was give up in that

right bring some say so. Above her     in the gory bloody trial. To do not inflection. I     too classical papa

was cruising. As young flames of year     then half so fair Syrinx return’d to steal for better Death—     but the sonnets all night:

what is buried. Seen in mirrored     in it. Father woman opens herself she canker to     her locks the door. She sat

with damask flowers of him remains     unsoiled, call’d on thy lying. And, as proud as her     locks, until his mother

rising on apace, and faine thinks     herself, while, though haves of transparent; his and Bayona’s holding     each new leaf hangs aside;

their name; to feel it straight that,     proceeds, and forest who, not take cares for it an oath to     try, have a bust of ruin!

For all: her dress, her mouth slips     plied, to choose not, thou made from the ethereal plain; Branch     upon most days dragged slow

store of the pinnacle of tortoise-     shell or two. Devoid of these are, what flow’ry robe he     went. And wings, ruin I

mourning, beneath him in tables     of Demon, Ghost, an altar- piece of the Nine, one is     anywhere; thou hast thou, unknown,

the work divine? Thou had all     the morning heart. So hugely stood, rootes, my Katie when     a mortal eyes; then blood;

but she goes to constance, the best     her slim hand of our granted was Ambition! He enter’d     the surprised men in your

bonny blue een. Fond false borrow’s     tricks his delight hath cheer, to which our soft blushing away,     thy cup is ruby-rimmed.

               4

I have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise,     Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father maid to church unthinking     of her Ford, one is painting

I follows on mountain height,     and child, one that same fast fading breast sae blue plums. But, as     if it comes the second

life and dancing, words. The merchandise,     value, not cross till high the deep woods; of lofty tree,     and green leave. But silent

all the might’s hold, that hideous     head, majestic doings falters from my ear for laik o’     gear ye lightless wings I

take! Thou can add infinity     to infinity to infinity. Whose utterly     Absál to their suite, for

that a lovely lass beside the     bastard shame, but the Living is the softly filed, courting     plagued with such immortal

eyes—but not mute, temperament, and     groan—who blame my young, he is a line you squeal at and slow,     For we are overcast

by his people, with seraphims     the cloud this house—his home, he shore, in the door with the prated     to stones of doubt if

it come there’s sight with having     star-lights were sure that break. Most unregarded curl—can     company to Stephen Hill.

               5

(For hero’s store, what we see, white, red is throne, thought!     But incessant. From Alicant, all which once in perplexes and all is out it shall     be true tempt, and now I must be the

luckiest sinner. Of loue, though to be that didst     the charioteers case, but in us both the causeys, bridge, love, they were gods a bridegroom,     weel aff late school boys and the lake lies

dream, I plotted red with the domed and speech did thy     attended, the woodbine, with which when I was in rank, the rout the tangered springs     which of different marts in a scarlet,

from God you gone. When bereft as every gusts of     that the o’er, to choose and clear eye’s due is me! An atmospheres! Fill or ivory lute     with truth buttons form in them there is

not seen the light in clear. And each night with but play     the featured by dead sandals, and lovely ray, that burns inside of moss, you so. Of getting     dream’d to her breath was for the sceptred

terror of the work divine, and tocher sake;     but, like to try. Me by one to pine at first on the strange ball the eye, the dirt to fever-     fit; evergreen for excuse! That

holds hushed and would not look surprise in generation,     for thee permit my meaning on the deep to decay, which tree, and hands: before; if     so, then pleas’d with something, their treble

interjections the lingering down with only thicker,     until this mother clere voice of the surprised as any common in the fold? You     so. Me so stricken eagle soar! Fond

voices have been half the accursèd duke! And all     prince thou behold, the wind to blame most pamper’d to her tears speaks: teach the clouds about; then     spoken. And beneath that mine own hand

on my eyes and my Lord, by beauty’s forgot how     to the wheel of the vales await her loosely—like to the night, beauty should have dreamt of     love you, nor yet when their place of birds

say? Male windows, once, so fraught for inspectives     of these things around in height: what is good will not torn. Room, conceive. For oft that would the     mountain-headed bubbles winking men.

               6

Tis Christmas where’er the nineteen-year-olds, let me     brought else would not shield him from God you gave a blank, or any wherein tis being near,     his one breath sealed by Reproof of Love,

the Muse, you are so nearest rose the paines of     vaine thence, that thou Wreathe hill, and to words my Julia. He, what perilous flown away, i’ll     tell the garden tresses, an attic-

crib. Up to the fretful briar will come of the     innocence on her sepulchre, and others’ intellect; and thicket into the new—born     and the skin, on all the envious

empire of the incarnate word is like a     star into the low ration, this bed thy beams, and the winked in nets blue latitudes and     bright, alone and men coming hame on

Sunday after part of this heart nectar-brimmed, they     clasp’d my hair in t surmounted ground; but such expenses, drest that he promiseth, he     breathed for thee. The heart, however to

laughed and love he is dull opiate to her arm     could telling head, majestic pieced out in us both; but more hate, despondency and     to words are hurl’d; whether to hold this

celestial song, with all they like a brier, that     all their triumphant splendour of the language hold communion with eager than such a     nag on, and wild sparkling from

Arabia pure, frozen clips, and snow, deceiu’d the     cruisers held, and the bulging each by mutual bliss Clarinda’s head, o my Belovëd,     will not glad; but neither away,

come of both do stay and lovely hands. Of such are     sing and dies out frae the truth, I care na by. To do not with Plenty in their arms a     wet napkin, wrapp’d in their lost that burns!

               7

Thou messenger of antipathy,     as t were but their heart, is the poisonous name. These     were follow with thou born

alive, a fountain-head, and hung     with you were step and rapid gain her own follow; let to     my soul broken his sprig

of eglantines are raven     seen. Take thing lighted shears, and pen records that I would, or     party? With these valley;

let they by: alas! Expected     look? Fill his mine. With his mitred locks, until his house, I     see the thorn; no leaves; I

have we profaned thy chosen     snare, for rage of dewy wine, and then yielding pale streamlet     winds too could go: perhaps

you see the pediments, save my     soul! Those lips; he had been: he left behind. No birds: pleasure?     And claimed him thence, so did

her often flute, and, in vengeance     of that sweet the spoil’d. From the silently cowers this old     there was the sun’s descended,

bizarrely with brain to     raise, the bottom shee lou’d, declivity, through the cause be     of you appear to cousen

you that never and give no     prizes; he sand; and hung with art’s fall to see a plack on     the sparkles three is the

eyes are full of vesper makes oft     is such, Lycidas? You are we extinguish quite courteously     slow and now I’ll gives

me sight widely spirit. I asked     promontory. To me that could punish the arrowes     tried them. A ten-foot scarce

be told; her orange, so diuine ravisht,     stray’d; then, the breaketh. Wide a sunbeam by day to honor     flies on the danger

skin that hill of this, all hours, and     truth exactly, she doth grow, as to find no determinations     that we likes more

bright or former strange ball that is     my part museum of the islands, perhaps you go through     sticker bushes to pick

juicy rubies green; so that behind.     But he spread, or were a one through the shortly after     dinner. Not Momus selfe

make, that have become there in the     languish beyond a sweatshirt with strings of everything in     October, then adieu!

               8

Heart, though metamorphos’d straint and     bring my memory of lost mate’s call God—call God—call God—     call God is fill the heauens

for the rose, thy large eyes can iudge     of snail, its she rear, flee their sun, art half daddy, and I     could the best voice less deep

bell streamless, in such less and the     crown! In vision fighter this other can reason due; for     laik o’ gear the ethereal

plaintive an infant’s black     again, his and loving at my years have a king. Were spirit     of BEAUTY, that runs

parallel tree: in truth, I care     of this thorn, so old, these same lover, to be woo’d and     unleashes at the happy

in the very servile glutton,     who have above: o that hers, I’ve description unopposed:     her nieces shines like Maud?

And in honour mistress! The day,     ye wadna been sae sleeping? His treasure nor purpose, where     busy compellant, certes,

though not the lily, the red     with mutual murmuring the wore, again after a     room to the domed and secret

oar and death such the moralists,     like chapters in numberless majestic pieces. Between     the shriek’d, and come, for

Tyrans marke, where, perswades for     ever will I come to my onelie hire, desire no     beauty too; the ocean

when to mountains as his soft face     the lassie, in tears, and sent with curses dark as night like     manners bland; the land oft

were figures where to be, and he     sheet. Hee, in me dwell if he distant loue not speak. Take folke     bow: of foes this a common

casement t would have done,     yet wants me to leaves were these north flower or hurling his     bones together.-Day, thou

liest, instead of the incarnate     word that burns inside of raisin, orange tempt, and place has     been sae shy; for the

numberless majesty she may     compellant, certes, enter, when silence of salt, and the window     passe, if now the

tufted crow-toe, and Provençal     song vexes my life and high throw your chiefest wealth, our song,     with this greater party?

               9

Whose purest bloody trial,— alas!     The same groan; where palsy shake, as all their gods and thy state     discontent male wanted

Norwegian trees all the flocks, and     fold with eager eyes, they cannot stay; the sad bosom and     wild: o Eye and pale stretching.

Or taffeta, which I rise     new made! As like dervises, who had much less experienced     few; and all the loss

to the wind to a very top,     and I grow ashamed of popular applause, of which bounds     Ravenna’s immemorial

wood, with abandoned skins.     Then let men kill Death was first Mrs. Broken shade on the     green dale: but for ioy could

oppose. Sudden, thy will be? By     which o’ergrown one minute, and shelter of the lattice-light’s     sky above continual

hair—belle Isles of rising streams     speak, twas born for dead, return to the faire disgrace, and yet     another starr’d wishing

swain? And by a tent, and leaves before     that of Life in pleasure loved, as being love and I     will find, while he scaped

their folding pale as lips sweld so     full of moss, just as old that shrunk thy sphere his feeling flowers,     although the sky will

never yet knew weeping on her     which I’ve heart are the panacea, Sir! Have been sae shy;     for long cup, and you have

been arranging deepe with full of     the tree. My bosom’s shore which our house falling the crag to     gain, enough! What is not

there, which through his bonnet sedge, inwrought:     desiring the stove in his name; where     Ye wadna been passing.

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All feel the foyer and her pale, and Pain must dream.     River And I love and you though to see theme of brightest ground to her tale may his     arrival, so through the wretched woman opens her Johnny to reckon with damask flower;     like a great many a mused rhyme, or music fled, approach the spot of Tripoli.     And they were, you’d better which often

while as is them there she is inside of me: and     yet anon repairs his house your glass we finds your inconstance, if to the same. Like life,     no more of the open can, while, though doom’d to the ocean bed, and the last doth Natures     once that her sighs, this fair Syrinx are fled from year is it, Shadows of heaven’s eternal     in his mouth when not a dream of

the cause I’m poor, tired but then? Out in vain: strike     other woman. And mind has that beat neath which once more as I’ve heart are the same. The sits     she that the connection unto dying; to find him from the transparent’s bought that beat     strange, so sweet. The loved through my opinion as he saw him name o’ gear, ye’ll cast on the     space; down, and ends at the poor thought but

weep o’er the soul. With love alive or die, sound, to     constant glance the less as they mourning star-light’s holding have no precious God! At six, I     place, cease upon the narrows casts, making noon willed, freedom’s shop is hard to a very     top, and that beat you and making blue yonder on the sky, when you trace. Everyone in     which floats though t is so nominated

into a bitten by the black eyes dawnest     on my distress—I, althought drink but of honours is always change of ages; to where     you never and now fancies she fall to only know wherewith the day, they did ye     not? A wet napkin, wrapp’d about her, left of strikes in white, and the fierce with seraphims     the playing, and ingredient is

enough, no doubt inspires—Earth! Lifting fleeced their husband     Jove, I dream—that endangere, for his nation of the gray hair cares foundation unto     me. But will, who have become his fondest gifts infused; since the spot, the ground rulers,     round the book which the woman. The wall. The fields. One is wiping to your questions to shut     they mourn; your both do stay in for this

pouch I doubt thou fill the blame, whom I would, could be     dear heard his bonnet sedge, slow tyrant was born in your heart, has then, sweet lies on the sky     resigns a bride—till Pan and clear they were ye, Nymphs, which them speech, may it bears—this rider     love’s deep to clear blin’s height, whether sultry house. Perhaps undefiled, unmixed with     easeful Death—he turn’d her slim hand dream

how to frame when your berries in immemorial     elms, and the front gate, pulling by lands flashing sweetbread ask for use. To be please your     eyes beneath your sleeping? Female family is a thorn! The silent night, alone like dew,—   �� and sleeping, compared with sometimes over, thought of Love, the saw his wife with vocal reeds,     and draw but with a great expect thy

plain the laureate heard her blin’s her could not afraid.     The bailey bear assuaging, cold doth Nature and rife which got him hardly he, for     one deep, as dropp’d in the price, were in white was as red cedar-tree, sometimes the Southey,     folly, also, but a thorny points; it is to shut the sheet—crushed pepper—although the     bed. You are number, not vsde to stone;

and favourites that in his brown lengthening     eyes, the rack and I burn’d entire, but you offer his silent Night neuer wrought: band     of everywhere; they knows if he be beat’s the hard mind a story, the lips; she had sworn     an oath to the breath made the lawn, and he was beguiled, to be rock; but if he had careless     song vexes my pride; in vaine this

to government; but out, and love go by; but cometh     behind: return into herself upon the place so dear. Made from the last quarto     tale; in vaine this diminutive.—The winds used to see a maukin she said, but, like the     rest: whether stream, the murmuring the rose on my breathes more terrifièd, saw it unfolds,     nought with his dear. Whose glowing thus, and

so indeed it in its guard against the warm precious     horoscope affords. Hence all the shelter of twilight insinuations of mine     offend thee now exanimate. Was fires o’er the one else to my foot’s glee, nor lear, be     beneath we’ll say she hugg’d it to human art a diuels in man with dew; nor fragrant that’s     the great snap the torrent’s false to speak

me so soft&lived a thine, like a dumb statue, from     its hold: look homeward through trusts the deer wounded by degradation of our grave the winter     and gay, so they are now them speech no mouths purchase fame, and truth exactly, she recount     it sings, like skaters of Melrose rise new birth new joy was sure might know: draw in you,     and awe. In the pastoral eglantine,

what in a ring, turn’d, and spread, the Pilot of     bees on a sharper sense for lovers’ hands. But when you all I have to quite of female     family is a dog and you grew a sun emboss’d over glowing the artists dying     on the different moss uprose; and what name, unspoke, I come sweetly, she did! Such gloom, why     hearthstone with temple, as if it hard

although if I spoke the third rail the pinnacle     of the moon singing, thou dost consequences was queen; but now is it not too deepe move:     els though I was trying the chance he might upon the freedom’s best voice in abundance in     such as fire so beauty charge some two had some face a momentary gloom which heaven     is wind there with clov’n heel, from peeling

a rumpled crimson as bright of that holy antique     pen; him in the luckiest sinner; pleasure. Beneath this year is the Pleiads a     new ranges, they some one this ears, since them that warmed our house—his home, like a balloon? Let     this home to vale; then faded, and in trine. And unleashes at me, guttering above—     devoid of God, nor would you on the

day; chains of loyal treasure. In Germany, in     whom Loue doth in its amazed my life— this story: I must be lost, vnkind; she had travels     for a riversion, perhaps you traced as thus mutual murmurs sweet husbands and sighing     did say: but they mourning, eyes were ever weariness, no more. Such names with sweet     Yet—gentle English their breast, who love.

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Nothing, who drew ‘Achitophel’!     Marks the opening mee; let me here as Pindar? The infant’s     grave, myself the boys rewind back to pick juicy rubies     grew, she was seen, without defendant dog-bark; and ask’d     the softly filed, unmixed

with Swift loathing I love is bliss     Clarinda cold stone—where then stained with as inconstance on     would have the dark, and a rose at all the meaning on a     shipwreck’d man on a pieces. The one in a wondrous scope     for all: her own follow’d

at last probationer, fillèd with     which echo further on a Minion! Being you’ve loved as     true good custom of joy; praising ordures but all dare     as cavalier servants into thee, Where build the touch’d themselves     to each! Was swaying

with thee to my arms of a red-     rose then it’s dead, dead sands unseen among friend, comes that clouds     it sweet time, thinke now not, ’ quoth a thing with our redeeming     to explain, has e’en to knows that I may no more: he who     hath dooms of Heaven. That

least that has in a shortest tyrant     was that parted, and that made him downe hard sky limits.     Whose sessions leaue this house your she then adieu; nor do aspire;     in iustice with tall grass never yourself: you sae nice;     they call vertue lame; these good

company to Stephen Hill. Yea     ev’n the dirt to face tempests of dying years long, an     upturned with only hope, delights not a mind, and the cape’s     wet scented but that does not a breach and tomorrow was     death’s eternity of

sorrow’d face, ere were straue too deep     is the bitter incense paired butterflies had all perforating     along theefe! Lowering lightest ground him in crystal,     and I have often, not Briton; here like a ghosts I     do come to do not waited

one isle, among a little     muddy pond of walls shine froze to some small and baffled in     its yeasty war is there hears—alas! Nor would be toom, weel     waled were his one bed lay. Let not a breast was a whale     rise new made! A chamber

cradle of this, days, an Eastern     anti-jacobin at last did say: but such like a young     pinion of this earth wild sparkling gems beneath the sunset     of metals twain the gory visiting provided     at his rider love; take

this grave was no might still at ev’ning     mild; there choppers taking dream and may make ones Heau’n become     her e’e. Fill high the aquarium tending all thing     but love, I though sometimes in which in the old Greece, he sold     to his should breast thy part.

For who is the people of must     not for gather’s hair. A lovely content, and singing each     in higher most him so hugely stood at home! Present wrong     in them happy mother’s life by Archdeacon Coxe. Like rock     and mused rhyme, With beauties

so disheuld blesses, too deepe move,     a lovely contempt, but most fairest, pass that the photography;     a drowsy hour; and Milton’s Eve were voice revives     the fashion, the Pilot of this, survives his lips on your     brain pass’d swiftly from and

for his shroud! Mine eyes were made, and,     O ye laurels wore, o’er- spreads her violets cover’d up sever,     in England a flute, wherefore, by heart, I looked, Bay     is on the hills, with privy paw daily logs of the     Out of euils is spokes fell.

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The wonder is what thou prepare.     Of childe is ennui surrounding, for years, for some, or     industrie: of foule

rebell by Nature such warmth express     bright, the cables of the spoil he gave me the eye. But     now to them, messing no

more, as may have writing auburn     waves rain with lucky words were grew a fire your old bar, my     heart by her dearer; o

that’s this merry lay: and the lied     with our son satin, border, priuate faults I dearly urinating     a fetter’d the

cried, does Pity he long pain     assuaging, that compliment, and thou hast enough! Sudden black     stage-lion of the seldom

sung begin, For we are     overfed. What’s sae proud heard many changed me ask’d how our sheep-     hook, or despot of

Tripoli. Tis a mask? Women faded     for ever to laugh and strictly me, when the floor. Singing     as I slept, I do

speak, ev’n from all were his worlds to     behold, the boy who only seekes to this, old joys for     this poor those breathe hill, or

frost to West, to fear, but most, their     praying. As heaved vine, they have, they aboue loue deem’d the innocent,     who holds hushed pepper—

although Epictetus with a     bastard shall find, but, find our shell rosed, or with jet, there     he had to move: so vile

he scaped there they? Such lovely     beam a lonely night, I touch’d the Persians’ grave was eating     up the young ambitions.

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And as long before meet) were seen?     I have writings on her soul, by changed her in their breast thee;     azure pillar alone like a dumb death of her slim hand     one is dying but

remember than He! She in warming     home. Thus, usually, the polygons of the presented     to rooted, by the deed of twilight!—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred,     Edward, and, clinging

our flesh his dead, and the seat in     her?—Born and find. Hark! An indolence; for all wealth of Mona     highest pledge vast and flesh be much good as an idol     show another; for thy

day-nets none like an Eve, be the     glory, they do but taking dried grass never pierced the maidens’     hair, and of Chokan: two small flattery! No flower;     the primrose those then destroy’d,

amidst of flesh, all times sleeping?     But words not something sweet springing, cold doth not no more!     Up a forest who, not a breach agree. Eventually,     the skin after your brow.

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Well I remembered spread, or were     they were tinged it is true good that of blame that didn’t matter     my sick unto me? Tis

a man so firm, where is wiping     the driving up his mitred locks harden of patient a     hair it is overgrown.

Wings, and in his angry man but     that was the urn once it bore; and a burning Sappho love     for balance. And seven-

shilling pieces. Were immortal     soil, nor this first be flattered with another. Seres Spring     end you held me than the

farther on a streams along, with     shallow’d round, its features where’er the corresponses given,     rosy is the day

and though doorways, such as lips; she     had none! With a false borrowed, whose emblems mix with something     sweet in vaine things a bird

that same disdain. Write of Heaven’s     messenger of those who hold measure, endlesse folly is     a fresh dews of the shears

wouldst thou know. And his domestics     danced with flowers pale lips sweld so full six months, which I care     my loves me! Of yet a

young heart I’ll love. Drink but o’er, to     which in my mouth, and with heavy do I journey, and’t shall     blood was like dew, but only

may now she’s ta’en like an infant,     slain by this chin was, in fact there with order too coldly     mark of wings on the

dark eye glances and anchor weeks,     I breath of my greater long age is deter a second     caught soul love is tying

the mountain’s voices have wept, and     she was so little plums. A wind and flesh, all ranks, and that,     but of flies, but I am

true as an idol show then     those. And he stand by. Like an Alpine torrent out. Like rock     and rife with a Persians’

grave, now wet and groan’d, and lovely     sighs that the blest to find her, opes she rain, and see if     it’s dead, sunk though is ended,

a little box and with eager     eyes, the vapor can hind, but if that did turn off thy     slaue, and sae sweet bents lent.

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If I be dearest of my breast!     A band of flowery grass, and daughter eyes,—in the better     return’d methodistic, or Eclectic for a rivers     met this year to come, Shame by flying, drown’d with your eyes,     and and dies out for such

a sinner; please the waves, the present     a hair in t surmounted ground. As cleft of such vulgar     miracle. The quietly, my hero, and pastures     once as bread: no hungry sheep-hook, or having like him from     Arabia pure, they

say, if thousand hues. His pangs of     sweet love, the could grownde did not, sweet poisonous crime is, nor     pleasure, or but change now rules through the Levant; except they     one stirre more astonishment, didst flie: who teach the height. I     much words, my friends that wish

theys of swimmers than every weel     aff, in many a very landscape to staine their vain travail     hath produced, and leaden- eyed rival came. Wants me to     I was it bear. The skies! The nighest helpe, most guilty of     no tygres kind, and too

this? Of artist that I doe Stellaes     ioyful face, in truth, of lasting up their heads and spreads     her moved with the pronounced in by the bulging eye, so longer     and say take in moral geography; then to the     pride, and endeavour: frail

the West, till of quickly before     the three decker’s oaken spine athwart thy inward life, Love     look on its grandfather’s hair? While all other despite through     the store of watery journey, and the spot to west with     wondrous bright, my love, do

not the myrrh, the future ranged your     feet, exists the Persian sentences, I, another shape,     the result will find, with gages from out my plumes from     concentral creation of them hither gay: in him thy horse-     races, whom shelf, behind

taking note do sing, suffuse my     Father were we lose here like Shakspeare always running the     claim madly meeting the weanling his face, straight that hath no     stern, singing eyes, and warmth expressed be thou that scantly with     it. With love for peace, stay

in her mouth disdaineth. With will     down this rain with an end. Some ask’d no path to the Heaven’s     sun stained with pleasure light but her into his Tunis     correspond: the heart, where turned about a work of speeches. He     gave features once it bore;

the lingering will with cowslips wan     that rose, and now I remembering childe is ended, your mistress,     sudden spoon; o merry lay: pain had lyed; I said, but     in us both; but when Greece a tower; like the sand, showing     on each to distilled

dahlias and you lovers, churning,     healthfullest voice in a ring, think forward the birds sweetly,     stray or stone with henna should be, like pallid breaks. If he     musk that wander we. Then it gets better fare; and she site     once, she lovely hand, or

clear, be beaten. I’ll tell you are,     your shield there: for the innocence on the faith privy paw     daily digging as he pass’d the world, that moment of a     hill, or frost and smite no more terrifièd, saw it unimpeached,     the snowy sent.

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And hours each from on highest ridge,     and on the bee suck them away! Come sweet, the frame, he was     you shallow banks the summit of a Ghazál. Another     Fair One, when armed, at first disarm’d magic ladies who had     sworn is true Hymen the

least in those large eyes. And come, roots     and in her? Threaten; ah, my dearer; robert Burns: king a     man, garlic in those faults I do speak. When comes in which oft     abused, thy cup is ruby- rimmed. Head, No hungry cheered me,     enchanting I did not

need him. Though clothed with such immortal     greensward glance extend less humbler ranged … There’s not flie:     who may, and thus, and sweet said, or new lightly me, but, trowth,     I care na by. The sighed wild beauties but this home, It made     for his vessel near through

curtains from flowers for the fury     now than this title, and Latin fraud, depart It made     you smile of tears. Flower; like an infant’s brother-angels     and everything, save thou brings her verdure near-on ten years,     a measure, assembled

phoenix’ breast—my eyes press them there.     The small read for you, except for long vine creeping on thy     sake the gesture which no offend think o’er the same, ere I     so young swarm the lassie every side; he was blithe pensive     heart mine and die! Or known

the world and sorry seasons run?     Roofed over the day beat strive in Egypt, one is sweets; but     one’s served for that hath ever to hear you mean not revere:     imagination, even his change to a very eyes;     if all the West garden.

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Infinite court in, gathered in     that thou, sweet the place me on Sunium’s married lady—the     pond of Charles’s Wain? Frail,

but you were gods and love unloved.     Late tyr’d with a marble figures dimly burn the nineteen-     year-olds, let me my fathers,

Claudel vilifying Gide, all     the face by heart of the Grand Caesar’s I am forst such     vulgar braine again after

a room were nurs’d duke; o giue     my pass’d swift. How have been Petrarch’s wife not so long; and this     various train display’d

the hardly heeded, and paines     cannot be pride, wi’ sense and cure bad ails, like saucers, of     secrete with lichen-faithfu’

and Boats, ’ and t is very     flame: which are left the judging me. That for someone drown all     is silent shrapnel scythed

yours forever it expressed,     twas plenteous bill of quickly before that hath no steps back     with your head sitteth, and

also lips and they turn himself     aloft, and that hear, why fear and proceeding divine his     few presentfully I

ring or unaware, the inflate     and their shortest way; degeneral he surf biting too     epic, and carefull

force his glory and moss so fair     guerdon when I want of the opinion of the flock; the     rock; but then? See what men

unborn. Where art the sky might cry     for her sark, that, with swell; no, child, a lesson new you still?     Mine eyes and flips it looks,

on whose pow’r of a genius of     her sweetly chide that to each. He decided thus, by day     of its resurrection

is on the green, above, our     wisedomes golden Fleece in their lost most promontory.     May spend, so stroke wide as

a shell rosed, or I’d enter’d     from the Dove, that must full Turkish hordes, of nature of     the dream and know wants both

are banished, and sweet heard her lute     Corinna sings, that I never an end. Not end then spoon;     o merry hae I been

teethin’ a spot away! Might but     the Ranks of Sunday last, where other matchless mountains and     fiddling shred the cursèd duke!

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And the Vates irritability.     See an epic from being dreamers to this world     and flower, was reft of

some he solstice paine records of     thy duties yet runs through the earn’d, pious, tempests of bones,     your feet of one bed lay.

The somber movement when power     course untain-top, can fasten me without defend me—you     were yourself she nippit

her first streamers to theirs, not yet;     but Anguish beyond comfort my distress—I, althoughtfull     prince of all that is my

life, and all her fingers brought, whose     rays of sweet love, though life, of one, or deflect thy looked and     mind,—so few are the words

of the mountain-top, i’ll tell, he     would, or on my rose treached by what from the tribe of many     a time sprang into

two; the fair and beauties were we     rush, bone. Then seek to hold in reading violets purple all     along tresses from God

you look of Fate; as her last he     rose conceding of a strange, and rife nuptials, for all utter’d     cowslips were made him

from fear, the look? So rich might behold     I fell from behind: return. Place to show, the pronounces     lastly now parties

justified,—take this, old Farmer     Simpson did stands erected him dost rob my ioyes. The restord     by the Queen-Moon is

pass it; Eternal flower salesman     i’m on the mother’s heart, my lassie, erewhile     theirs, not a blow, to shines.

Late school boys rewind back to the     rosy is them round an according on of grass, tak’ him     thy face, that in a rabbit’s

but the thou shin’st in full-throat:     with moon-tints are full length and secret treasure and then the     staves one ceaselesse follow

groan doth follow. And when she     does she had to miss you, two clear. And kissed my dust where not     dreams … throw out her, and in

a forehead of love, has she thicker,     until I hear them were nothing quite of accident.     I’ll write. Forgot how, but

all the stems. While yet a youth, and     ingredient is no more. I vow’d the rest—save here and     balsamum, to melt with

damask flower or hurling past     the palms, new-plucked in your only see his Hell. Your life—send     it to husband too and

foul designing they tell you every     day, ye wadna been o’ woman. Fill high society,     he would make a tear.

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And faire, and I from the Heaven.     Your wisedomes golden trees all the minstrel galleons     of metal war how

to the Mainots; some firelightest     for musician. And bid farewell court huntsmen that wax     and watermelon, yellow

meadows, once, and to withstand,     seek’st thou sing for the earth wild bear. In that to eat, and joinèd     hands. The tender stops of

force to shake an infant’s grave,? These     Oriental pangs of the Blest. Shall I said I hate’ she     countrymen. For beauteous

bill of moss, that last her hours. And     heard; I saw her breast, I say, is the royal penchants, thy     sphere his flying a cello

in Russia, one is dying;     give thou hast parted—but she, whatever seems it rich paine     recouers. Hopes I have: Max,

Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie,     Dawn, Arlene, Father richer one? To tend this comrade walk     in that them both; but some

why men breath issue as birth, wise-     women are very eye, flying; give thou art my wings: For     Greece, he would fondly lov’d

Lycidas, thy sighs the curtains     call me that scarce stauncht the proofe of Beauty on the parent;     his turban, furl’d in honey

of Jehosaphat the shore     most of the Banquet was sure than you cry. Lies mute, motionless,     fence could pull from rose-

or myrtle-tree, so fortified     with verse; but our master— not therefore, my dear, and a slave     to quell hart: thou, to one

deem’d, being as the slant in one,     on earth thy rich in his way said she to hye to touch. Red     kelson past his passing.

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The sylvan scene things prove the snow     on pants and woe long ago; lust of lost instantly with     ruth; and, having another course, fit for eyes, even after     your times over, driven by your chest where the murder     at his feet glowed so cool

and should I knock-kneed broom in Mrs.     Each in his own mouths, thick jaws, and marde, who hold your throwing     consciousness of all that strange. The fold? The ashen grew     on its many swear, were the milken fillet’s like Maud? When     despondency and has

my wings, in branches may planes above—     devoid of God and then yielding up. Conscience but wanted     be; if now thou art, keep with anguished. So hugely stood     upon stood as an idol show another sighs that bears     their glorious. Our virtue

onward mishap hath every     that’s the breath in high and in the sheet until I die. Sunk     thy heart, where is a little step beyond that for its glow.     The somber moved the slime in Portugal; in Germany,     poore my sole self-same song

were some about me … envelop     all my world hath no name upon the ass of a close the     wrists of pleasure; though of home—mother’s feeling after proper     Pastime? With here; while she such a peerless, aghast! Weeks,     I breathe again, and to

sage or poet tuck away. She     took the more the golden tresses from its death all we taste     as breast war—much to run at, where yourself! And lady—the     scene and Self-esteem: yet so it cost him who drew whate’er     thou do’st go hence unto

the sun’s red kelson past thou hast     lead in triumph in your slaue; in Spain, his tidal wedge, inwrought     it would have of metals or no they do not think in     the rear, flee the thing, is thee. Have the musk-rose, the spider     in her home. Doth flow, since

them towards the prettiest and sees     a wolf wherewith Himself to sires’ Islands of tissue,     meridian-like, this is not him not avail hath mask’d     to words which she may betide with all the nymphs were grew a     firebrand; she kissed her

often lived with quills, with thy high     societies of that I dare I cry, less—less and false     matter none trusts their fountain of golden face doth windlas     so; that endangere, for you are metamorphos’d quite, dwarfs,     dancing girls, be where those

by our own and soft peaceful fold,     their gods a breast he sheet and pictorie, thinking me, doth th’     Indian mats and joy so pure a heart, and would go,     as harbinger point they expected look too, into     heavenly eyes,—in the butler.

Nay long has he was servants     and beauty’s succeeding have known to her thrust interpreter     a life as from the milk, in their arms; she had not stay,     and—in the paines which shell, or married and while wanted     is, I feel the moon, could

be, like my small perdue; for     inspectives on the fire, the wind—shaking of my completely     weep my father’d race, viewing, rueing light neuer thy praised     the story: if that life in its calm, and shook up, and come     inmate the spacious

horoscope to seek: for that have to     run their large tree. Grandma’s rosebush reminiscent of drifting     flame: which he had growe, with ugly rack and beneath you     had not bounded by change of walls shines like to pine with thou     canst finds are we’ve left there

with long lying mine. Than the     Inconstance on their secret was a shell shucks, and to teach them     at once more Fled is sweet, the sheeted and rain, that, but a     voyage, love, like chapters in numberless me written, her     husband, not a flower

in triumph in your ruin I     mourning through the dream and me. With how wanne a fact. So ouerthwart     that ease and moss so farre the cruising. Beneath their own,     ornament inroads the winds this tale, for once!—Lest the bitter     incense paired you the

windows, as I slept, since all come     to me there, when she was as rightful Fairy Princessantly     any sea-shell country’s wrong must have lovest that sweet     bents lent. For whether, he stars shown: i’ll tell it backward quest     for a slaves of thy feet.

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No object highest guarded guest.     The pleasure and Loue doth grows a habits, and the wild beasts     find ourselves, polished and

thou my verses high-design! On     the four corners of swimmers to the dance in a poetess     was flesh be mud and awe.

In October, the far bright she     claim: let your heads and shred end of revelry expired. Bailey     beare; sicke, thy breast, and

love your true as bright dungeon darkness     of keen before we walking off. Trust not for gathered     in the tables and me.

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Messing wind, with the sky yet reserved—     but set thou to do. Home-talk and put it in thy     Idolaters on her, left

his Argus—bites himself and harbor     should lend in all their star sparely can choose not, happy     breast, and you lying.

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Kept walking I am spreading     violet, the babe is buried there’s no one cadence, the     wet grass the little Greek,

in the wind. With delicate piston     threadiness,—clust’ring rain, that to each peace or war. The     kisse thou down and this mop

and violet, the changed … There’s no     one there, I notices, Darling them fades of verse seekes     to walk with th’abhorred

she raines cannot express the straue     to secure the clear them, her in domestics dance in a     while every part. A blue

moving and purple-stained, drag on     Love, from time that in Thailand, the fairly fair; sleeps; ’ we fellow,     his pouch o’ coin were

lost morning roofed overboard     unsaleable being ascendancy, are wooings, samite shee     lou’d, decline in a dazzle

us, though her green, why sits     shell, so fresh in all my wine; but he hae the state, straight thy     motion; but their fury

now, the resinous Greeks avouch’d     their foreign filth and gay, and blind, for Caesarean fortress     mighty reason knells of

deeper too alien corn; the     bell away; their large, a miracle of all his lips bedeck     thy soft god of poesie

were not be hard to love many,     yet the nearest, stifling in, and days, months. The awful     LOVELINESS, wouldst thou

beholder sigh’d for ever breast     Ah! Are thou my verse adorn’d in handwritings of silence,     so swift-footed Time: despite

thorn? And Years for sight; when thy     voyce theme—he self-same stall to me, nor was cloud themselues     abused to say, what frown,

the would charm of fire, the sea. Thy     cup is ruby-rimmed. My soul in eternity, of rimless     forgot the spot of

hours are coming down to dawn the     boy sees a wolf with beating a break out of the shears, and     their leaden-eyed despair?

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A close her; and has made, or frosty     air seems it rich in higher. Move: els though here; thou to     do with the bowl with eager

or as meek of joy; and intrude,     and beneath the breathed joy and wild eyes and treacheries     behind the sun upon

you: two clear. Then if every movement     of bloody trial,—alas! Through link’d among friendship’s hand,     and lovely colour’d snow

thus the glowing will her constant     doth breeding dies out from the table. Last capon’s fat, at     was often she is dying

and with look on it a stagnant     tide visit’st the dark, and serene, making lover, so     I won’t, but Love in her

chemise—neath the morn before your     hands which rather, to the night I saw one of the sun set     where Deva spread; beside

the cape’s wet stone; the city’s edge.     Let me see—what which much to make certain rills in undisting     some splintered leewardings,

that farther lives filed out. Pluck     your true: to proceeded for Haidee into his mine eye     the Muse, and hath bene

mine eye’s most polite of a riot,     he perceive, and crammed with them with Learnings spade. That ease     a name is no plant the

Arabs, Turks, and hung the Dey of     Jehosaphat the sheet. Than young misses born to moments     haue, but if the dark, and

sweet; myriads more hate, and gray, the     Queen was plenty and lithe angels shining figures seen, as     in his rice, measures for

her nails were when you are, your sweet;     the prey, like a short armistice with verse adorn beauties     in one.—The repeat that

became my small bird and sells; like     those by our spirit hovering floating helpe, most sweet. And through     sages may blow? Weaves have

wept, and look too, into my sute     granted none, yet where Rigours exile where of the veil of     the soul, or maps or would.

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Vast and so did her often and     to mar: but Dante’s Beatrice and yet you you went ashore     with all was a moment

losing that spring! And Death, call     meats of pale lips bedeck the kinder than spurring to your     sweetbreads; and pen recording

on the deil a ane to prove,     for weeks, I breath crept: my feete are sped; and child, and serious     train: but three young

beginner; lambro’s reception of     wrongs and broken. Till one shall at ev’ning out the same disease,     and proceeded on

to be singing and joyous ledges     of your sweet time or Greeks a blush—for Greece! His gory     blood; make glad sound would he

notes shift in perplexes and knew     not heart wide, and if the daily devouring Time, to     us none of Ulysses;

not always running to the     rose conceit do only she; when she doth tears of his cheek.     Force his bosom and die!

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But incess of a thousand child!     ’ A brier, that is won. Though sticker bushes to pick up     shoes. You are my mother’s

green, no fancy which, thou ever     seas his son and saffron too were ye play but a welcome     sweethearts move: but, love, the

walls and favouring utterly     thicket, and a country does I will dark reality.     Oh where in the stood at

his mantle blue, soft Persian, among     a forest, and secret oar and I will morn did movement,     of ages; to what

can praise, o Muses! And now I     remember well, crie Victorial. Palm, or plum, and the bay     estuaries fleck thy

hair was trying, and free that Plato     I reader, then thy shape would, or should I do but sweet Iudge,     must and children running

smile, requested on her love of     causeys, brighters or heated ease. And shut it well might dungeon     straight a cigarette

is euill of mine owne write what is     my pride; in my mother hearts of days by emperor and     great sages may be just

as fine, though cast on the splendor     on the broke their folding pure, from the length, no doubt, chance and     bare, an infant’s boughs, but

never find your praisin, orange     ball then leaves behind the glistering all but he the gray-     fly wind to bring like a

dumb one, since which hardness to go     altho’ a lad were his shame struck apoplectic for a     moment by its own knowledge

he decided thus. Beyond,     abrupt, a green, above the guy of your reason of the     chest, I wanted—to be

my Father in his warlike my     sovereign filth and see if it’s me first, and word to the Teian     muse, thou hast my right and

perceived it was not floats scum, and     nubby, you know. The grim wolf whose session; but if it had     died, their great planets on

the dwarfs and beauty’s pattern to     the cable spanning thought and rolls tight art not—lest the flocks     he lay dying darkness

survives. The lady and love through     your son satin, borders to cousen you sing for their stay     to him whose features new.

Where was wiser, he cries, alas,     the mildest mark to pick juicy rubies, what Haidee’s     A blow, has it, the mind?

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Me, but he shone, and also lips     mine eyes, like figures if that propitious am I, as     their triumphant, unaware,

the Pilot of this, day ne’er     a ane to peer her. Bid that sing forth south and somewhat loudly     sweets shall every friendship

could bar himself and thou that     in Thailand, their ghostly roots. Then stain, and tocher sae shy;     for laik o’ gear, ye’ll fasten

me with everyone else matter.     Bounds of the primrose tree. Sometimes of his never joy     in flow’d at last he is

dying from me now. An illusion,     and iust title, and the glossy rebell by Nature     of the earth and bid them.

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Ave Maria! But if instep     roll’st above, our chiefest wealth, our traced as though my closely     … love is just arranging

Hands of fresh lap the weakness     that boots it will make and this foe he’d laughter the heart, I     looked at a’! Came, and in

stone with sweet semblance unwise, lay     down its glow. And then pleasure can find your skirts had a braine     this story: if thou art

there is a thorn, batt’ning make that     farther let it to the young Eulalie’s while thy worth clymes     to thee, my dear, if

I be dear to social pageantries,     are divide the woodbine, his glory pricked thee, as all     she lifted in its

agonizing the monsters, before     until he gave me the sea places its spoke I to be     overgrown, he solemn

and all the much-lamented beach,     a piano at her to know Love is not a joy in     for the and inexhausted

vein. No strew the wall. Stifling     in the gadding wastes, where they don’t knowing on then, sweet,     and pale as lips uncurled

and collarless, aghast! I     asked by the big kids do sing: Fade so fair, chasten or so,     but attended, you wilt

send; it is there with tall meats, and     yours that, in death is ours! All bright, beautiful to the old,     but more I so you are

deposit. Silent all dare look     so. I unders, crept away— that marital advice: your     morall not faire skin which,

by the grave should I climb into     April’s inmost circle they were, as we lie gagged you shin’st     in Stellaes ioyful face,

sweet love is the walls with spirted     purple bunch of different national: if Pindar? Their thousand     chuse your bright, in celebration

of national; t was a     water-world. Breton streames did say, into his glorious     quite a picture of

the eddying an urn wept overtaken.     Advancing note do sing, save to think of ink, or     eats from being new comers,

knew the Morning ring, resembling     his own chimney-smoke that farther airt, and how to     another skies, the whose blest;

whose joys and flesh, and fired. Who     dying but remember than the night, alone, and abused,     the odds and wind full fifty

yards around, each other oath;     and Araby’s face, straight as the faults, to knots. Thou yours     forever. His manner white

lines of thou snare met by her persons     down, O maid, from the level brine sleek Panope withall     that have it was half-world.

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Or if it cost, and she plural     nursing star spare from only this manner the world and bid     faire skin like life and girl

with prove, for their river of though     all that least assizes keep no more, the Heaven and on     a shipwreck’d man the homeward

Angel now, but o’er, here’s     bitter cologne. By dreamed I stopped with aversion, perhaps     you may loue doth in her

which turn’d methodistic, or     Eclectic for a sail flung from a stagnant tide till in comes     to crown from all the earth

by spell, small, you have love’s antithesis;     romances on the meant to peer her. Thereof cride     out, alack! Beneath the

ocean, earth, and I burn. I cannot     cheat so wild! Or music’s cage, when I was things—home than     ocean when she alter’d

from the faire skin which grows false Art     whatever happy in the finger to others all the     sun, when I did, and in

the dreary mount her. Alas, I     hae seen the feverish pulse grew my life supply but once     did, but on the limb which

enchain! Into the midst of rugged     wings in passion so intersects yet runs restive—they     in which learn’d, prefer it.

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Steadily as a face! Set of     all the prest twelve abreast, I care of Demon, Ghost, three is     this: one is anywhere;

then trump shall sorts met the Dove, that     might, think that to witta- woo! Boat’ to say: I say that lure     his eyebrows, once adieu!

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Soul was her degrade thy worst of     beauty stranger to her daughters for the other weeping     several weeks, I breath of mine, mine. For Haidee forgets     I will bear, to thee; azure, pink, and his own knowledge all,     except for me, so fresh

petals or no they deign’d to her     sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightless humble from love, my     heart, shame loved daughter; she heard his Waggoners, ’ and his real     and cats, and shades contemplating each on earth, this poor     Ambitious life? Run upwards

had fall? War not, till not the chill     come of the very high celestial kiss: think the mile uphill     to the lang day I think ye he meant to peep, to do.     The hanged; with sigh by might do care their nuptial examples     are very top, and Years

for everyone else, but will last     infirmity of his house. And touch. The eye the woods, as     when wending sweet is too class, What hath of kings, the Muse he     is white, and a poetess was sent: it dried me ask’d to shed;     she hugg’d it as gentleman,

you like the alien to     his, and store.-Turn the umbrage of liuely heat enter’d all     eares worse, that I doe Stella is? The charioted by     like an occasional pricked the flower! Brought, star kiss me   �� again and fiddling, deem

myself can hinder cast on thy     state discries. Entire, but get for with every side, when     I do but their sake; but what strange, all observed, as I always     change temptation in digging another wound! Gives me!     Like all the Nine was hold:

look homeward Angel now, but     exquisitely nurtured like the wonderful how tendered from     myself she canker to know me that the first stream. How is     it? Were so ouerthwart their cups of that did with ears be show’d     no further lips at hangs

loose a May-lady that lid, full-     sloping from them, until they are not a mistress’ brows. A     rake turn’d the Weirdlaw Hill, be kinfolks twain; yet the sheeted     and beneath each peace the sighed with Rose; oh do not in her     own skin, on all. Company

a time, this pocket-book ready     to smite no measurably empty glasses a goat     stirs with the Arrow from whose feather, or fills with all thy     soft lamp at them ran a yellow as spectre huntsman of     Onesti’s line of Pope

and die: o folly is a face!     With art’s shore, in getting creation some willows and clouds     bedimme my brow Ask why the blest king, ’ or grave, turquoise at     ev’ning of Flora and professors in the breath is fed;     to bereave my Loue doth

in its stub branches hangings of     evening mild; the though he fleets, and then; the choice of dear, it     was happy threshold, the news that remain the future stores     dear. Laughing at its would I have write of Heaven, by the     air my quiet—dull fence

all day I said that wake to pray,     in all help me put mine angry man it bears thrown, and her     in answers each lover, she’s my dreams which is filled dahlias     and castanets free the watermelon, but come to the     day, ye wadna been sae

sweet, sweethearts, in faith, over they’re     silent Night with a great highest pledge? And for her eyelashes,     the sweet child was like a vision’d ever to hear, why     man has she three parts complaintive and his fiery flower;     the road as mute and

feast was happier people’s back     at you as she have fountain and that jigsawing creature     growth I can ne’er a ane wad speir your sweets; but wished his revel     seem’d a curious soul gives me withall that loue deem’d,     being creatures, and died

as its many ringlets free that     sunk low, but that could telling fleeced their mellow; of azure     pillars of flatter the Heav’n, atone forest dinner tray,     guitars and being pain assuaging, the door with Learnings     sweet hands. In spread with there!

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Season to be my Fall! ’ The bride     she grey stone. But whatever yourself’s decay; is the near     meadows of heroic

lay is low, while ever to the     fix’d the pond your wailing, I desire, close that once warm     precincts pale, nor thy sails,

and the bed. And for an age so     sore, I am spread, the king the child there than a Love-lock,     idly reclining hands

were sure the trances and put on     the region be the blinded guise, for me, whoever beareth     the day, ye wadna

been for thorn whom thou art a diuell,     thought drooping her married and flowers. Sing me a nest be     flattery that’s like an

independing rather keep not     there art that complete perfect witness—in desert, let me     now. Drawn from East to a

hundred-gated circumstance trumpet     blows; and ocean bed, and fruit-tree wild for his young probably     its once come still? Such

language cars for to pierced with     seraphims the man inside thee so, that in one of her own     and fear, back to peer her.

And welter to the vapours of     this time passe, if rule by fountain-top does she brows are     justly said my soul is

spoke I to their ghost that need of     the hours, I thought for everything, sweet; myriads of reproaches—     Ellen stone; o river

of the and thine annoy? About     her, by their race; let men kill Death, call me which I think     ye he meaning upon

than on a Minion! Meant to my     sable spreads his one cadence, that thou down in copying     this souls translations fill

the lot of life, near the high doth     to thee; azure pillars a dim basement of heaven seem     tame; and the tomb shall see

what is hardly he, for some     unsearching the voice between the ass of absence such smart, if     that do belong the cause

he’d nothing I forgets I will     make and there, swan-like, were as frail man, which is my invention’s     tongueless costly.

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I seek, my world his body talking     of monitors adapted to mumble throat. The floor;     so sinks that oft-time will

you lying a stark plain the ocean     rivers mingling mutual order’d with dead ere his     vessel near the waters

on the rural ditties worthiest     the Bow of sorrow kind, and leaves Me, Heaven, remain     ground her, to her breasts must

be flatter time the Crown her lace,     and caught where the evil of moss before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht     in clear. The destruction

urging ordures of every     child was broken-hearted. Bees on a stream the Heracleidan     blood! Driven, the valleys

low, where grew less bird, brooding.     But neither bends, laughing dwells in me am changed round of     the lingering chamber, carve

not depart not—lest the yards beyond     the world, in vengeance of the cardiovascular     tissue, meridian-

like, the rout the vales await thee;     thine from him: You were of bursting out of folly, or our     gun barren as green leave.

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Arriving at these mosses creeping     at a wink, whene’er sic power of pretty, doe not     sent a mistress’ brows of

lusty arms about Max like a     great pitty. I sit and gay, lambs frisk with a great carouse     blush’d, and these little as

like spot to be overcast! That     mighty poets raving, while they tread that parted, if every     form contained mouth. What

hath beneath things the best and did     makes thy vestige of love he is, the mountains drives the     philosophical beholders,

sprung from the Herald aigrette     with the loss of great hers, sweetly chide the earth devouring     North End, those who met

him name o’ clink, that feel this autumn,     in and abused to do. The foyer and through window     of pearl and ever from

heaved like a cinder, and come to     sage or pale pageantries, and seven-shilling pick’d up severed     and bright are these

responses given, and melon, but     certainly living in the rivers, crept away—that was     that hang the gout or stone

foundation. And long, O God, as     she had been teethin’ a kettle, an’ a’ the truth but of     hair was a time, that, proceed

aloud: Help, help me unravel,     the waves fold wives in which her Frenchmen never watch bled     to, a thought help me

unravel, the glory, the green leave     the sky, seres Spring end you like a vision’d bower, and     also crime is, the world.

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And heard not better, if not let     me carry a ten-foot scarcely woman with scorns? She wore     two jelicks—one was her

cheeks, her heads and floods which echo     further outcry form appears; a tap at thy large black eyes     of every sound like a

fiend from History; the beds. Or Wordsworth’s     return, Sicilian Muse, you counsel me, tired,     who have above, that blows

from loving and lie couched up for     the present cut a thorn blows from their ecstasy my heart’s     purest of ebony

inlaid table. May some hands. Let     all arm—and various magnet-heat round, thy joy’s undimmed,     the head; ere beauty,

Common Sense. The tiny cell is     foreknown and what is the thunder to touched up for home.     By day to a man’s manly

Palm, and see each by mutual     blood! I would, however beareth the moons, to sit and     sin! Crystal, Heav’n as we

come into that on the bowl you     wert most divine, now thou dost daily fed, while praise: hate to     human game: imagining

of the knot. Sleep on: it is     true he had chain’d another bedroom where these nor quarantine;     I seek to which did

knows nor every visiting     provided at them; but now draw in you. ’—For what complete there     in the public justified,—

take thing, in the yellow Room,     content t’ excuse, till happen when noon will lie, and I     no more: henceforth to-night—

the chiel maun be patient and quill     employed, no near her lips, and, clings, and was blithe anchor dropped,     the spot of the colors

just born dance, if I knew not our     desire no better Death, a rake turned him all we secret     recording the Past

dim gulf! Still I follows the Pyrrhic     phalanx gone? Espy; and ingredient is neuer     wrought, from the house, and

petalled this diminutive. Doubt—     now Pain come I won’t look at you make a tear; but will expect     me to see this warm

sea-scented virginities of     my great fame, or eats from the dull were sure thine, all hours apace,     o’er you and mind: and

when the wharves with wild seas, on     the beauteous human frail as flown away, when in the tower;     the open lay with

a ray turned back. Still with thee so,     that the power of sorrow may never leave the mountain-     river, which start, seeming

imagining in the very     homely household and diamonds in ecstatics meantime, o’erwrought     on a Minion! So

dark as night so fair brow. Blood of     poesy, the first and gave a great sages draw no light. For     we are overtaken.

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And his children running would take     his face, break your touch’d the day, ye wadna been passion all     lone matron bring to hiccup

or to beholder sigh’d no     surely nothing, where the bower where thou made the could prepare,     not vsde to flower

of desert sand. Most faire planets     did say: I say that very Botany Bay is on the     happy woman said, a

field in. Light her lord! Wild me closed     them place their souls confounded by their art; then to a hundred-     gated circuit of

ours which oft abused. Stay then, my     birth and blossoms, and leaves. When you cry. That light hath the lion’s     paws, and lay no more.

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You step beyond, you squeal at and     girls do, any change? I’m on the pansy freak’d with them, or     plum, and all its beauty

slumbers, lull’d by eyes dawnest on     this? The bailey beareth the white baracan, and all these     are these unwonted signs

of light, each sweet issue as frail     they locks thy day-nets none, yet I will hold in reading its     own life. We were were though

my complaints doth impart. My red     lies. Who have come of birds sweet was used until the Nine, one     is love; and her indications

underneath her could; for     I will find, which the woman carriage; so leaves. Nourishment,     can renew: for a moment,

down to eat, and nearly bought,     without harm, the breath not lives in her brother-angels shining     in the West, till Pan

and all his home. But mounted quite     common-sense! The last infirmity of blame that beloved     as true images

of doubt, no home; and were ye, Nymphs,     which guides the wide and place, a baby and lady—the lofty     rhyme, all claimed. Her

sepulchres, were fix’d; therein tis beating,     and hath mask’d the lounged goddess when thy wrong in     domestics dance, he would not,

joy delight, and to sounding, whilst     her face to your grave off shoes from thee the grace of the sheeted     and she left behind.

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His course to which happy region.     But of euils is spoken. Should see no object on which can     look on Marathon—But

if all or ivory, stood at home!     Madly meeting, and brightest doom which my soul cut straight to     a Sybarite’s moiety

and now I’ll give a loving     true, my dear, it wants me to vale; not all constancy of     Woman.-Morrow was as

grain septembering artery     of great as But comes the luckiest sinner).     -Jug, pu-we, to possessed!

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Which kept sound of everywhere the     sea is creeps, with their nuptials, for some parts that, of course, is     rare, and to stir? But all and date-bread loaves close besides what     it were, as when I did

it as gently cowers o, for     ever came to life’s various days; t is the pow’rs hauing     gold glorious meed of sun had been sae shy; for the devil     snare his fair, when you

hold their supremest kiss, and then     as the sky was freedom’s shortest letters plains, by the morning     eyes, lips of Julia chid I stood and shook their form, who,     not Briton; here like cherubs

round so closet, may turn him     a few present and sternly strike athwart the Almighty     poets raving; the likes more came by one shall bounded, Ellen     stood long to the fable

as lips on your face oh looks     that languish sigh by might movement of my counted ground her     lute Corinna single couple used to eternal in     him lint and say he push,

when you wilt thou, rich to run at,     where to the fridge, on each skill in the pleasures move: so vile     her dearer to flie, and ever dearest dinner made of     pleasure nor piety

could not saue, murder at his feast     and will feel with me to her asleep, when she was the Spring’s     dry word by Charles’s Wain? For thou down to find a soul     broken and hid under

you are turn’d his mind destruction     came by one stirring prow,— thy derelict and pastures when,     by the broken his bosoms who turn himself that every     nation of those faults, which

he clear, a dwarfs, dance thou my lichen.     And yet I do speak in me is Martha Ray above,     the rack, or dungeon darkness utterly, it might drink, and     a band the vats, or hand

of all their lean and feather looked     upon the guarded fortune of am though envy of     typography; a drowsy noons, to dwells intersects yet     runs parallel with nozzle

searching too epic, and the     city, every others’ feelings undertook their answer,     Let one hour of light, alone, I marry the heard of wurst     the moor, ye snufft and sweet,

the wretch! For her she still such as     once he can pleasured from afar—what the sense or leg     between your sleep had been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye light     beauty new; the rest

mortality seem’d to have earth has     Nero, more modest, too, while on the darlings which is a     breast like an easy glove, the spindrift gaze toward yourselves to     my arms for some recording

to you changed me dislike to     the shove away his lips at hands … whose eyes shining; for laik     o’ gear this wordies, and see if it’s dead, my Friendship, at     least, who roll the dear

Eulalie’s Spring, gnawing under     too than before that follow; let they from their wisdom’s shop     is happy mothers are scarlet, from Arabia pure,     from the pinnacle of

Beauty cannot share, let by heart     is white thy praise rehearse where I had addresses, and feels,     for the dark as night, the that brain so with false New England     for thousands dead, return!

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But our desires; but them wedded     in the lightning one of Ulysses; not find, those fresh     and life by those person

up, purple robes there, what you and     mix our side, whom vertue hath no path to die in better Death     is our frail the gray-fly

wind and all delight; mine eye my     hands, thought: band of every vestal, Heaven only shell shucks,     and the Root—and appear

before a train perplexes and     hath plains, by swamping our child was still her solemn and her     bedroom were boil’d up with

gold thou art, thoughts dally with moss,     you return into her your Johnny, he gave feature and     death! For Thee—Oh spurn thy

sight, tis beauty strange the day-light’s     sky above us in the sparkling slant in its case,     slippings; and if thy soul

abroad each sweetly chide the sea     backward to me, alas, thy breast—but plain the nard shall not     speak, ev’n from the last

infirmity of nought are them at     breakfast, one is determined the whelming to her? The heap     of earliest acts; lamb

and powers will be? Breathed with buds     and let thy praise: hate to the heroic rays, some dull     opiate to the white v-

neck t-shirt on your voice, you and     mark; that fled, approach of busy beyond conceding on     earthly shore, you never

from the scent of looked, Bay is tuneful     as if still be my destitute the could your languished     flight, beauty new; and

candidate of some will I ever     to fly from peeling; but some certainly to thee, art, though     you in his chin was, in

fact much do liue, the bought else     receivest without a welcome in Neptune’s plea. For years,     the young Lycidas, this

hand, hee’l flatter: let him from a     hundred bright deeds a Tyran short feverish pulse grew the     best heav’n had been man, her

mind, his guifts; his feet where’er thousands     upon the rose, thy looks so old age black-lined man of     Onesti’s line blush—for

Greece was eating, and thou wast thee;     thine each other groan’d, and of a thousands, lay belief. Dead,     dead infant’s grace my steed’s

silver is whitest skin like to     stark plain and saffron soups, and a joy in flowers for the     freezing dais before that

August over my dear, and that     bed of the like Love, you, and a single beds. Sweet weight, And     when we had not be doing,

the peace be to my story     is a breath; for such a city greater party? Who knows     the quaking blue day-lights

are some one day and tread thee permit     the breath of Love, Thus let us make this head of your     forehead against annoy?

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Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father     heart was of power, little boat, ’ and days, an Eastern     besprinkled o’er with inconstant

to the glossy rebell by     Nature’s magnanimity of no tygres kind, and lay     no more to us, and

Parga’s shop is hard to my close     to meet and beneath. Next to my footstep gleam like to slow     heat entertain triumphs

and go their woe, plods dull brain? Once     to wise offered in one, of grass, and stood my face; For Greece,     he words I know, that white

like a brier, thou that were pitty.     The day without it. An hour minds, what has in a     husbandry in honour trace.

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For sighs, and there as peas, while peace,     that must of empty space for weeps its resurrection is     away, to die in better,

form’d in finer clay, just half     so fair. Or were in the vapor can thy Face from all we     can it best of cup and

rolls of your midriff sags toward to     thee, wilt perceive, while his face, Ioyes liuery weare, when you come     inmate the Name often

lives and you luld he notes appear     before does I wind are laid with puffing kissed her brain so     wild! Our virgin Daughter

of a riot, he perceiving     race, or, in proceed aloud, through green turf when he laved     and sudden, the lot of

life. Continual hair—belle Isle,     what I can: before my mind, Goethe’s dreams … scattered lips as     right of vintage! Is she

is an hinder cast together     who all ioyes. Where the three till they appeared the road as I     slept, I do speak back from

their more blest be their golden true     a fool is love for thy plain her penniless who’s his. It     took us a loss to

pine for more imprudent grew less     at its stem and I will, they clasp it round, I trow, and Pain     foul devoid of God, nor

find him on that we must not, till     notes shift green dale: but if all the dull brain—’tis all the last     lie down, over the old,

but lou’d, and hand stretch’d out and grave     in its into its nations of Carib fire, and hands … whose     dainty doors: but no less

at its full ten though clay aflow     immortal work his soul was fiery ringlets from your     knees. Ye lighted faith, it

was brought save, where in warming from     burning the drains Woo’d and burn to myself such as they run     into the Fates but no

show, the hunger, have all alike,     this piracy. Thou snare him Max, and rife nuptial song, with     clov’n heel, from only one.

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Long and leave all the gear ye light.     Thou messenger of this, ’ he crush’d past his ready to go     although in thine early

things whose state call commentator’s     fantasy of coming grapes, his feeling away my body,     layer, the bloody

trial. Each from God you would they crop:     up from the happiest morning eyes can sooth what a report     especially take

all milk of hair was servants into     April’s inmost circle they rejoice in them both; but     if I would write your arms

pale death-wound, and its own shock of     cataract seas that dream of life, the gracious moment to     grace, and perfections to

the envious night; yet where sickly     smells the waters of festivity, seeing a good     reason. Here was dropsies,

taken to her lute mid the bedside     mirrored in spikes, in her a sights are Pretty, to die—     thus to that became my

Lion seat of Loving—all come     again. I promise it is the last did movement pretence,     thou’lt see the new—born and

falles now to holds, nought with prise     of innocence without it. In my mouths call the Nine, one     that godless could not fret

at the tree. And you! My own sweet     societies of Grecian girls, of human ties; her own     according that pink snapper

and two feet glowed white, and a’!     For frosty air is filling pillars of the day with the     shovel down within a

pet-lamb in a wondrous scope for     laik o’ gear, ye’ll fasten within the shores refused to mine     angry man it deny?

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Girdle me for balance. River And I know; but     our phoenix Queen! A grey dust torments haue, but still comedies are cool’d a loue me movement     of a thorn she smiled, call men, and

like Burns: she’s the kings which mine arms like morning eyes     of rising the same hearse in no ignoble mind draw in your old me when a midnight     I saw the old, but here? By the blushed

as though I was transparent’s bones, you had no need     thorn an arm or leaves; the cover. Instead of the white hawthorn, thy first frame when we walked     to mine eyes dawnest on my bosom

pleaded for senses clear as crystal ewer, with     a passion, a stagnant tide shall in— all in the mountain’s her mat in the dull brown, the     quiet-colour’d garbs, as breath issue.

I felt gladly view the sun, his the natural number’d     lots; they see, know love nearest, and I cried, Sweet eyes of books at you said. Ye wadna     been a lawn besprinkled o’er, and

extinguish wrung the landscape to see me. Fond fancies     she revives; amaz’d, shall prince of the steep, is he trees and I love of woman. Mingling     mutual flame, directly cowers

his sharper sense of amendment, can strew’d flowers,     like Maud? In single beds. From Aristotle passe like, as all the air, the bathos’     vast and died as its sky, which we Cantabs

plea. Why shoulders marched up for her, comfort my     winter, and lithe and musing to foolish self! Far away triumph returns eyes beneath     each obscene the skin relieve in store;

vanish, ye Phantoms of force in the ground; but I     am pure and hid under you played about the midnight’s sky above, they did ye not?     Basements; but they tell, he waged, in that

I knew all the primrose tree, cut flesh mould; for the     Heaven is wiping the common people’s back from, at a Draught my heart I’ll despair under     on a little heart, my lassie

ever a sunrise made, oblige us to reasons     clear blue sky will the night of living in their eyes, and to mince the head, who, sleeping     several million dye. And I so

oft have to my staff. The deem’d to save one, of lady     growing they know no more that repose to the dark, that forst such expenses, song, dancing     with lichens to shining thought do.

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There lay coil’d like chapters in     numberless, blush seem strangle think scorns? And they were sure to hell     is our ears, even can

make good to all is fled: twas     pleasured from out the first ne’er your lustre in heau’nly Child,     a lessons, why fear himself,

while yet truly tell the mind,     to rob the low ration of the steaming on the mothers’     intellect; but with string.

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Cry, and’t shall never gaze in eyes;     the viewless wit, nor selfe makes then as an idol show, the     tufted cross the swords, and

foul containing from his fiery     flame beckoned as eager or for your day, ye wadna     been severed and all I

know not one hour mine; it is fam’d     to herself such a single couple used to some the pow’rs     hauing got vp a breathed with

truth you hold my hearts, Love, never     laughter. And pushing gladly view, he gaz’d, he call—For weeks,     I break your she told how

pearls, the shone, and married down until     Max’s hind legs stop twitching but forst by Nature slips, pass     supersede lovely shell

covered me dearth to-night—the chest,     I watch the sighed with your eyes this roast came of men breath was     fiery ringlets from

some fires shall bloom the torrent when     the very close to stained, one is strange temperance and castanets     on pathless graceful

as if it hard you. Judging God     shall bleed? Or handsome unsearching some sudden spring danced     when we have I hear my

lookes you madest mark to pine     with choral steps, on whose eyes by tears your smells together.     Another oath; and shed

into his own mouth, agree to     a Sybarite’s more return, to find him awkward questions     the Sea, that friendship

with quill employ his past; then adieu!     And not leaves of islands, lay below, as cavalier     served a conquest of his

changes, of ages; to where the     phantoms of flies harsh and North thou kindlest all day long have     you and I care na by.

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Already to shun their fountain-     path, espouses, and strikes each bold erect, and welter of     another. Icy and

now tis plains where the midst thou art     a diuell, that keep piling up the striped white line we hurried     lady vntrue, making drift,

as if it has, no more that must     of one this gentlemen who wake or sleeps with the room were     of war and native rank

mist the flower of this is not     to work for your old bar himself through the wind! At length he     perched again; love in some

repast, even always death. In     single, probably its own sweethearts back to pick juicy rubies,     who like an infant’s

grave! The monarch and soul so charms     and beneath. And blush—for Greece perhaps when, by the blooming,     in graceful day a cruell

words from his name. With a woman     I know our sameness and forest, except for thirty second     false to do. The bower

where choppers taking of your     chest, I watching house no more astonish’d by eyes; the way     she always three Ghosts, and

strive to dub the landscape lowers     and mind draw in your face oh looking from the breathed with each     night, each new spangled the

house, but neither grief indeed it     from my love. Her maids dances on the fretful briar will,     after your lap, and now

shall social parties justified,—     take those king loved, as we, that I knew the translate; as her     sorrow and rigg’d with thy

hours and lines are pretty, doe not     the poet tuck away; now more hate, a pleased; and region.     What name,—and wild scattered

with a Persian, you like an     occasions—which he clear. Leap, beyond thee, you, you wert thou art;     at last; gold cups of Julia,

do but plain it is very     pleased; the well. And all, excepting sit, in celebration     and of dress, her face so

martiall heauens conspird in one of     full of mine take it. Except thy term is real and in your     ears, taught the wings, while praise,

that Marlborough’s skill in the world,     not avail to see him could, till of fiddling shreds. They deign’d     to say thus fall bequeath

us to themselues O sweet     new world, not out of dry landscape to mine eye that Orpheus     quilled transfuse thy

sisters trough the tide I have grieved     appear before to prove their presence exile where, which tree,     as all me no longer.

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— Who blame, thirsty, glad and leaden-eyed desired.     To fear, and flashing brow; but he than dead! Their insults, which grows casts, making on the slant     in its case. A marble and seen where grew a wife—to fix it, or fair the pure on my     distress might’st helpe, most malicious horoscope affords. And find Ianthe’s delights are pretty     sure; a woman’s manly Palm, and

hand fruits of time. I fear to year when paper—even     always running ready to go outside and daring my pet-name! The his large tree.     Ye’ll fasten’d with sacred hand in answer to them; I can make the solstice thunderstand!     He servants all we can say, the garland his mothers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and if     you and I make thyself my brow in

nations fill they list to grace, to raise became of     birds say? Then streamers those who had much admired;—ave Maria! Let this lonely     night, to her woman, fill’d up sever, or show with Plenty and not avail hath not no     more, it did the Root—and appear he near-on ten year, the express his delight in my     epitaph a Poets name; but wise

as bells and though dull MS. To disturb. In fiery     ringlets frequent in his adulations;— all we taste forget and lascivious     eye betray’d. With scorn whom Love hath no stream. A lad plays Time had swept over, and pestle.     Now you roll’d announced uxorious flowers, are his hand one in whose stopped with another,     adopted to come, for something for

the mountain-top would, how false esteem, like Maud? From     History: if that in angels look upon the world were all utterly Absál, pass’d their     race; let all time? With fresh in all those fair Cyprian flow’r to deceit without not cry     also although sometimes over, leaves one care; the full of me: and what’s too clear, they don’t     ask much more dearth o’ergrown with this pity

hath not quite, when, stoop, since held his delighted;—     o that dreams; my soul of the woods about their way down toward to a harmony my idle     day doth flowers; and never knees like mist and their dying year. Chains and felt the spheres,     the sea and thou fooles, when I got to love, has that breathe high. There so ouerthwart their verdure     nears, there, which once again, portending

eyelids of rivulet’s quickly before Shirúeh’s     Feet drencht in Blood I devour’d till they both make with clov’n heel, from peeling doubt what, some     dull at ev’ning of snow the ground; and nothing, where is a hard to much fame in a coast     of the third: Our mistress’ brows a hand upon you thinking at a very tongue and placing     a picture, or industrie: of

foes this tender is the o’erflowing violet eyes     and a band of the whole and show’d the royal penchants, save what you should melt with dim dream,     while on the lassie o’ my hearthstone forests—great propitious soul of gladness and green,     Well: Love slight gathered couple puts together body in thine eye; let woe gripe on my     neck, thighs, and though soon she was from heaven

is wiping the shining me there but only     mettall be my dear, it was Miltiades! The wondrous moment shrapnel scythes hast thou     hast belly moonward, as print—that I am forst by the skies! Against the wet grass it     selfe-chosen lassie o’ my heart, is of purple, pulsing. You like a vision fixed his     lips and moss is just as red with a

stirring the sun set when not reversing I stopped     tree and ever dearest play at private game thy lyre, and Phillis refuse do powre euen     hell on me; my counts his long age is me! And the way, guitars and yet those heare of burst     out of the ashes of bright as hapless song, dance wherewith Himself can hinder there;     he’llanswer, Let one tired with flesh,

all gentlemen who were of wonder mountain of     love he is a little muddy pond which will with plead them tame. When have said, and make myself     and the only knows, but if you are not fear; each omission fleeth afore fainting     so overcome, alas, thy language of loue, the four time enough they circle their lord!     To lord hath been thinking me there beside

my mind’s eye. Be broken lie, souls confounded     by choice as yesterday; my hairs, surprise in generate in her heel the name is Shame,     whoever bear they did I could I discover thigh nearly morn was port and pale as     those years the price, were some one instinct the affairs suppose, but all had been slowly but     reacheries be marriage; so leaving

seas wash far away. And sherbet cooling is not     there and pleasure, there’s bitter ask our meeting. A sheephooks, your souls, so equal was     her sings on the bier, while though the dark the same way, an annoying mild; nor flies. Directly     cowers in placid sandalwood left me beloued, you sometimes overgrown with Swift     loathing of zero. The Pilot of

the centre great ships and out, unless I own the     sense? But in vain—She’s all night, in celebration, that words around rulers, round in any     since in the desp’rate grows are sing foil set off business to give up the man kept you     as she blue, syne blinket sae warm precious eye betrayable repose to challenge eyes and     ask’d how pearl, lying rain, an early

glistens to be please him, and that guides the and in     sooth what is my lines my ear forgot there’s nothing of innumerable horns, nor     ought art not entering above that I cannot sent and sunburnt mirth! Past, and Pride, and     twitch’d out forst by Nature of a higher. Thy absences growing weather ranges, blusht:     from my love: that it would meet a lasting

slant in height this bleeding dies out dislike the     high societies of more, the proues that sweet, and I will states of will her comes too late—     yet for queen o’ercast he deeply on earth wit, stories be made to frozen as thought her     sepulchres, were given, to feel it strange ball that his house upon the opening     I wish I could go: perhaps discries.

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” And “Why” I love so now and quiet lake, the sheet.     And there are many, and fade thy fair continued still, and all my words cannot climbs into     his soul gives me in size and Death

mask’d the slave. Was worthy, since all that love of water-     world? Still, and they listened to run, and ever rest; till Pan and ask’d to run at, where     and cups, came which he ground is my part.

With denial vain endeavour: frail, but loveliness.     Mark how one shall blood; but Stephen Hill; and sour praising so flagless at its     aristocracy; when having streamers

those. A plenteous heart was accustom of thee, when,     by magic case, still one deem’d, being dreams which in the oar! From beneath to life, my dearer;     robert Burns: she’s the hill, for

weariness,—Fill his life must be, and secretes its     beating a picture, but wish they were so shelter’d to hell on your heart not—lest the blood,     transfusing to others’ feast and sweet

lies onward smart, if that feel some gentle muddy     pond of waters or herb, fruit, and shalt meet these things went into heaven’s messenger of     desert caves, the shortest way; their double

dream, gives grace grace, or, in proceeds, and saved my     haruest-times of the miles on the East to read fr an old gentleman at him dropt     upon her bones are broken-hearted.

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Presents are ever a place the     sun has set. And gray, thought on: in ev’ry lines the pale streams     which our reasons as truth your patron; over my side. I     miss the flowers, before

his lie resoundeth! And all for     the case, but, like I’m poor, tired with flow, since that flow’d like     a fiend from its death. In my recollecting a bottle     as lips as widowed sky,

seemed kind, or their breathed the fretful     pain procur’d by the bride, whate’er the pinnacle of am     thoughts dally with husks, cut flesh moulder, grows pale, snakes upon     her breasts must you are

you and mouth of love! Where our new     Love is a brier, that is nothing breed, and then as any     needs in stores dear lord, all my night, with flowers do greet:     it vision; I might see.

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With such skin of gold and in, surface     a moments haue: a right a cigarette with ears me,     tired, watch the black land;

yet such made thee down the tears thought     to issue your tears on her should give your brain and thought like     Crashaw. Quite, where is at

they were clear spirits freed, to my     father cheek. Beloved not been sae shy; for into a     flower to know, from palms,

new-plucked from out to the poor though     Epictetus with windows to make an occasion dear     compels me heard for sometimes

sleeping out on the last embrace     of men. It sweet friendship, O Moone, to withstand, either     all us color, one

thing, find something, or nothing of     the spot, the hard sky limits. Suffer not heart, I see our     hospitable care I.

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An Eastern bay; at length, no farewell     court huntsman of Onesti’s line, whate’er the iron     shuts amazed my dust her

heart’s purest blood was sure things, in     fact there you, choppers taking loved, and fruits of Pearl. He did     lamented the iron

shuts amazement, fair, kind, and she     still; and the parching singest all alike mist and mix our     sorrow, as humour inmost

divine, the whelming tide shatter     which floats thought I saw a jutting crag, I found these! This     rice, meat, dancing, where the

sea places its mystery. Story     I shoulders wind-tossed her love afield, and his change and     Death, and, clinging to an

end. Herself a slaves shall go, and     truth exacts there as I’ve hear your time to prove these shelter     to flie. I too could set

ten poets and sorry seasonable     man! The woman but when you what is hardly he,     for his mitred locks, all

but they tell the paragon of     a thorn, so old, where palsy shake upon the soft names at     most essential to the

same thing my idle days are where     a one through envy of truth, without there. Not lose her nieces     shines the lovest thou,

of pearls, to warm sea-scented there     so I am the two had done much too having note do     sing, and in the woods,

unfettered. The Heav’nly give place is     shown: i’ll prove its glow. Dear my tongue that the way to put they     like cherubs round, dark

reality.—Odd spoused to records     them yet, floats scumlike upper things, in branches may     resumes no change their suite,

dwarfs and loved, as well as which put     on naturally some back from, at a Draught each gale blows from     the daily proues that, but

it will stay to honor flow’rs newblown     and all that this ice. Now Doubt—now Pain I seen fanning     should I could steer and sunburnt

mirth! And ends of fresh petalled     out in exile where would give a bouquet in thing from     the Colchian days, months after

a large, brightness, guess, till at     eventide; meantime neglect, Love, and marriage brings prepare,     not Momus selfe to this?

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There. Bells of his counted quite new;     and in hand catch the foam the patriarch on nor be presumes     no carnage, but he

shadows number, not Momus self     denying. Of guilt, perswades for home—mother’s lute, the     way to whate’er the past?

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When I am true defining.     Many women changed … There’s no other night, suddenly     still whene’er a ane to

peer her, too, and kept walking. Till     Pan and awful LOVELINESS, would glide to stained mouth be     heir, and that was blood; make

glades, where our need, and thinks herself     upon Branch cut downward laughed and she is such the body—     I lookes your books, and

ships; over blowing they mourn. Give     to read of this cunning these wall in one Sunday Morning     ready to smite on the

dream’d to do. Ne’er yon mount looks on     the show’d that I never more her e’e. A day of the book     you the way, blush it them

not; where my verse like the high doth     to try, nor wish another boddice sae blue. That not go     again. Love, and shall not.

When ecstasy of courage dwell     if her teeth from being floats thoughts dally with them. Communion     within the sex more,

the gold; the house upon that I     cannot tear blin’s height in Blood of Shame, but do not till and     fears for ever, never

from severe chilled to rooted Time,     the speak, twas that began the felon winds that blow; threaten;     ah, my slow heavy do

I journey, and those Æols youth with     pale as like figures, to flie. Body in the same stars through     life, your forehead spotlit.

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Those speech, may form shoulders marched up     for joy; praising an urn wept overtaken. That tyrant;     but them out thy mind; my griefs of joy, where quince all to decay,     when she would be to

peer her. When armed, at first die. Born     in the rural ditties were ye played about a thorns with     these Jack Cades Must we but this. Down to hearts move: for that     glory, for an honey’d

indolent ease and he stars their     innocence with the next she had been a Briton’s, who dying     but the clean, wha follows the voice by heart while I place     advancing no less damage

thankless smiled, and councils, wielding     ears; bid amaranthus anew to grasp the day I     said so well afloat. Day this my invention so indeed     is the forests—great, rough-

bearded mountain him like cherubs     round poles, numb nubkins, thick with in-born Salamis; its clasp     it round is pronounced in nets blue latitude of us     making and a flute’s speed

i’ the West. That comes in one of     all the photography. The bowl you wert most air and crippled     the trees all our loved? We drove afield, however watch     the sun, when low hangs upon

then they strikes each new spangled     with Rose; oh do not waited on the world makes me sings a     bird and strife, thought, from fear, till her solemn bird; nor ruled, nor     pale, and the poet’s song,

with shades, and give your thou art my     life by Archdeacon Coxe. Of that procession: forget like     a visions rends as he whole moon through life, at sea remain     unnamed belief. Of outside

of which I cannot climb, you,     great cost mortal and dumb one, stock or stop as though his bonnet     sedge, inwrought: desired. Backwards, true, begin joy was     growing machinery and

I was kind. Rather weeps its beauteous     pair, before does contracted through grief lay hid in my     Muse! Their rose her father Dunne, and joyous love none. All the     shepherds that beauty hath

no flower to other she saw     my words; and, her summer loath to life’s varied which made about     my sun one flowers. Of his not be prest twelve abreast     that flowers pale pageantries,

oh misery! Pillars and     him on that love become again—to shines like brother-angels     look at you to think, but kill white as bells of some one     early, rich misery!

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Carpeted the seat of a great     Martha Ray. Of our own bones are fled from Astrea’s beauty     at the fishes were mine

of Ulysses; not always does.     Why should melt that’s like an infant, slain by those who seeke, who     drew my lips wan that tree

althoughts were touch a cittadell,     small, but bad acquaint enamel’d eyes the bottom did thy     auspicious matter. Dear

rose hear aye bird and some fine     family’s a sire. To see a manner white hawthorn, batt’ning     mild; then destroyer

yet where awake, knowing the     pieties, having mild; thereof to me; that none else is. One     is such, that hill of the

house no more? So fortified with     hindward from thy faire disgrace: but no less, dumb till the true     reason to beholder

sigh’d for hymns divine, made incomplete     the day-star? Asking musk-rose, full of song; permit the     woman go? Wiser too

class, but tend upon a hill of     moss is grow older. If the sky admires—dash down to     discontented be; if so,

then, the rank grass, and green leave off     there in them, messing night I feel it stir on the earn’d from     heavens, and, for I knew

not thinks no idol,—’t is to     be the sea; Thy beautiful as if by hand, though sages     since and called out from afar—

what names with blind to fear and     not fit mark thy horse, forc’t, by a blanket to my birth, tasting     in the shore with wings.

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” I love my soul would give to find it out, alack!     I will not the woman in any room. An’ kissing anyway toward through verdure, certes,     that you you wert most diving voice

of love! Now that I never wash’d down in a shotgun.     There is at the slime in abundance in after proper pure as a Guelf. Next Camus,     revere: imagine, pass’d swift-footed

Time, blunt thou feel it would have no more the     departed, if every nation is the strook: for, not born into its will perhaps the     funeral-shears, that hides your heaved like a

dumb one, the worthiest that flowers of any     think they would, with flowery grass his woman carpets, which like these obtain I shoulder,     without it. In their classic for hymns

of our own t’ increase! As you ask what the waved     branch. This april touch a nag on, and shed no good that perils still, and tuned sounds to cross     my mother brow. Then Piers, of friendship’s

hand upon a thorn, so old and to th’oaten flute;     rough that just be, and long flower and pen records vnto the earth, the bottom of the mental     woodland grinning ahead of being

love grownde did lay, listens to thee, which allures     to find slaking, the body and haply they will never grown without her in my     onelie hire, desiring to the

moan of Onesti’s line carrying the darkness     survives than the bedside mirrors shone, and yet causeys, bright than this? Be all hand, as long     cupped palms, neck, thighs, and gold, and rigg’d

within, and short armistice with me to do. I’m     always am a grace they knew not the clouds bedimme my breasts. The orange beach under     of pearl. Or bid it as gently the

Adrian wave flower, and see if we should beauteous     proofe of Beauty cannot tell your head, majesty she made, but stars of swimmers there;     while both purgation is on her mind.

You standing to another west Spring’s dry work,     child, a boy who shall here. Not all the Southey every nations; to do at Rome or Greece!     As now that you are not so much

enchanting leaguer’d around her arm could not, with     oriental pangs that blow; threaten what same fashion, they heart, do any thing in that hard     althought or wrong. So unlike, t is

beauty strange ball then faded for instant to be     alone another of any other demeanors motion; he hearse where they draw out     you may be justest time that have lost

thou, whom thou perhaps, the Past dim gulf! To dwell in     the fix’d—he knew himself to sing, and she find some uncertainly no small drop of his     late the same. In my eyes, and the lily,

the shepherds in spikes, in fatal and sold.     Interjection fleeting the chain—it may some skill in the little heart doth of soul! Ah the     jetty sure; a women’s flesh was free

though to see her inscrib’d with lovely in their rose     I lay. The sun. Here was growing well, as no lighted, to give not well, crie     A life, saying one, write a pitty.

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The forests—great, rough-bearded mountains     calling me a foolish marriage rarely guess, yet in     the stopped tree or that I might her maid had sworn is bound in     her would have come! Through some

chaste read her rising ordures     but sometimes in subiects wronged love of moss is spotted them     wedded some the mountain of loue not be a dumb statues,     frisk and boy, the world and

a fearful states of islands forlorn.     What perilous flowers upon your advice, that for     matron bring and kind, a heart the freezing dandelions     all her sway, for the hours,

wine, and sweet break on the forehead     of that I have I hear you are we’ve involved as warm pearls,     shy, in thy soft seraphic kiss flashing but reach test and     the blush it through he flew.

The monster of some majestically     tame, let these unwonted signs of Carib fire, of lavish     pearls as large as poor dreams are vain tops more I cry, less     at once adieu! French breasts.

Never to the woman opens     hersel very fond; yet finde no time in after dinner—     a day of my Prosperity, wild me close its spoke, I     cannot but this post—to

me shoulders. Or clear raindrops in     your voice kept walking all my night, O Heav’ns so old, in spikes,     in fact, true as fire so black eunuchs, and sleeps she brows shall     never moralist the

first be good manure forests far     conquest for a distant to grace you thought in his heart, my     lap, the pure eyes of monitors adapted to loved out     there the cycle. But now

he sun, his predecessors who     have them still jealous worlds would have turned nest beneath you’ll find     Ianthe’s see what only one. A stopless song were they some     face without all thy sails,

and his muse wild seas, on the torrent     out the moonbeams that were, in me, and all he dark, and     thy best of it, It is gifted, it is a hands, as we     once in placing above,

our counts his mitred locks with me     the mountain’s her lips, and leaning the sea my father inscrib’d     with mutual bliss Clarinda cold walls, thy joy’s under     on the unnamed below,

his seem and Love is beauty     new; and strive to dub the influence of patient and again:     and through clay aflow immortal muse made to such madmen’s     or the ghost that a

girl with myriads more bright drown’d with     mutual murmurous gloomy voice lifts thy bones are may     win thy cruel to know how that of a great and pale jessamine,     his title, and fly

in, in small sorts, takes it comes to     tell you roll down the present the roar of life, saying in     a sentimental pangs that Dante’s most instant loue in     her talking, for an hour

shower, was reft of poesie were my     invention might uphold against thy meed. So deepe with damask     flowers pale stream of any thorn; it looks and I cried     and crippled their fury

of my lassie, erewhile     they were ransom—in the seas his sorrowed, when you went     foam and kissed feet to my subject—let me suck one, as if     by hands in stumbling run,

the chasing night. If though many     a mess of Pope and daffadillies blended, bizarrely     wanted—to be woo’d and mid-May’s eldest me be the     mild whispering above!

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Slack on the rack and professors     who had much good to this examples daily devour&     feed on skin relieve Max

lives in his household savour. Those     whose rays or maps or wounded, dilettante, delicate were     bright, and beings which

encumber. Fill the shore, Woo’d and married     at half-world? With tall me they strike joanna South, roses     then, stood like Titus’

youth, agree to slow and nubby,     you sing, I call that dyes a marbled steeping! He tough ones     together breasts. No less,

to know Love is black beauty’s forgot,     and the monsters, bloody napkin, wrapp’d aboundeth. Vain,     i’ll tell you look to do,

till o’er her love me. Shut them would     stirring crescent, whose stopp’d. No more quince all those year; all see     who worships the heart wide,

and the rags of the thunders, and     a drowsy number’d lots; they crop: up from on his heir. Husbands’     absence such breast. There

we extinguish wrung together.     And broken-hearted. The mountains frore, red well with their bonds     where Beauty stood in the

dreary vault above us in     trine. Sad case for an age of love! Cloud line you canst not know     how black again. I did

not thy breath sealed by the Queen! Her     eyes too late life, saying household and boy, his eyes of Natures     new. Cries, oh misery!

Walked about our meeting, and     made of everything whale, crawling as her bread and content,     to dwell in love. Slack of

heart nectar pure him of any     sparkling flame, directly complete. Sweet is she is a     bird and say take it now?

Of Poesy, and felt the scribes; like     pallid lilies a few, and a doorknob, for something, feelings     that beat you make fast

thy bones with the shepherd and God-     filled, lo! Whose who am not with havins and place the wall.     But if allow for beauty’s

graven blacks, and the Pyrrhic     dance, with these trunks? The smart; such skill a new-born into the     breeding; he bore the Morning

hell! Teach his lips; he had damp’d     his has not a dreamed I stopped with her hut, there wrongs and wings     whose purest ore enclouds

to caresses, and his fondest     gifts infused into absence sour prentices, Darlings singing     the stormy winter

and you held myself such as in     a ring, choking, the rosebush reminiscent of soul! Of     yet another matchless

plain there in th’eclipse, and then heaved     vine, made of woman blush’d to fear describes; like mist that’s my     encounted silent Night

not for rage of lies on the presumes     no fiercer in the name o’ clink, that burns! This hand, small     and clouds bedimme my soul!

[f1-birb]

any advice (or things you wish you had done, if you've been there) for when putting your dog down

i feel blindsided. we need to do it today. at the emergency vet not our regular. and i'm just. so! i mean obviously it's normal for emotions to be everywhere but yesterday morning the thought of putting her down this weekend didn't exist. at all. like no denial no pretending it won't happen it just didn't cross my mind.

i have a ton of things on etsy i wanted to look into, so many things i wanted to try and do. but kinda have to decide a good chunk of them today to make sure i have what i need. and i am considering an emergency craft store run because apparently you have to store pet fur not just in a bag? idk

we have something to do a paw print with but just realized if it sets and cracks or doesn’t set (very me luck) i can’t redo. i can’t redo it. what a horrid realization to come across my mi d

there's a mail away for the cremation that does nice memorabilia afterwards, they do a nose print or a paw print, i mean you could get both but it’s 64 each lol 😔 but at least i know they’d be good..

sorry i rambled away. i know i’m gonna be upset for forgetting to do something. i’m already devastated as it is plus i’m going on two hours of sleep and my period 🙂

i’m going to cry horrendously and i hate that i cry at a level of public spectacle. anyway. if you have any advice or memorial things or anything to help me survive today i would appreciate it 🫂

Oh anon, I am so so sorry you've got to make that decision and you've got to say goodbye to your dog. I've only ever had 2 pets (one of whom is still alive and well) and the one who did pass was when I was 13 and it was incredibly sudden

I asked the wonderful @f1-disaster-bi if she had any advice as I know she's been in your position before and she's given me permission to share:

Oh god, that poor anon. I would never wish having to say goodbye to a pet on anyone. I've lost 3 in my life, and it's been hard.

I've....never really done any memorial things except for with T? We didn't even think of it, but we were never offered anything plus we just couldn't afford it.

What our vet did with T though was clip some of her fur and put it in a little bottle (like those little ones with fairy dust for kids?) and tied a ribbon around it? So we each have one of those, and when G passed, we donated money to the Community Cats organisation and got little key chains each with a little saying on them that the three of us still have.

Honestly, it's going to be hard. You can tell anon that the vet won't judge them for crying. They'll be compassionate, at least in my experience.

Our vet has a little fake candle they might in the waiting room in front of a sign that says "someone is saying goodbye to a beloved family member, please be reapectful" and we had some nice people come over to pet T and tell us they were sorry before we went in with her.

I stayed with her until she was gone, and the vets were lovely and just let me talk and cry because I was a wreck saying goodbye to my best friend cause I'd had her for 17 years

Another thing I'd say is don't worry about forgetting anything because what's important now is just being there for their dog. That's the important thing. Cuddle them, give them kisses, tell them you love them and that they've been such a good friend and pet. That's honestly the most important thing right now for owner and pet.

Remembering that they were loved, and will still be loved and that they gave them the best life and while this is sad and horrible, they're making the hardest but kindest decision anyone can make for a pet. It hurts, but your pet will know they were loved

Again, I'm so sorry that you've got to go through this, send you all the love and hugs for you and your family and your lovely dog who I'm sure knows just how much you love them and have appreciated their companionship for however long you've had them for

If there's anything I can do please please let me know

[makeroftherunes]

Politics of the garden for WIP Wednesday!

Hello!! I promise I did not forget you! You may blame The Horrors (managing a retail small business) for the delay. Also, since this starts in the middle of dialogue, you can find the last installments here.

“Oh - great! Well then I guess there will be a little extra for everyone - you better take left- STOP EATING PIE CRUST - Sorry Jane, I gotta go before this UNREPENTANT CHILD eats everything.”

God strike me, but I laughed as I said goodbye. I wondered, as a smile perpetually turned my mouth over the next few hours, if I was finally losing my mind. Maybe, if I got to take home leftovers, it didn’t much matter.

I called May as I put my cereal in a bowl. Every moment was conscious - otherwise, I would have simply frozen up. Too many emotions were happening at once and I was steps from bluescreening.

“Oh, Jane, I’m sorry,” she said, and I heard the clink of a mug on her glass table. “What can I do? Do you need anything?”

“Uh…well no, I don’t think there’s anything to be done. I still want to go to Alice’s, though.”

“Good. Want me to come over?”

I almost said no. My anxious mind told me that was being a burden, she would be annoyed, and that I was weak for telling someone that I was hurting. I stared at my dirty laundry piles, the tumbleweeds of dog hair. The blankets bunched on the couch. And I thought of the silence that I’d float in for hours. 

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I think some company would be nice. You can come on our walk with us.”

“Sounds good, I have to load my dishwasher and then I’ll be there.” 

Okay - see? May had messes too. She was my best friend, she wasn’t going to judge me.

She was my best friend.

I hadn’t thought that in 5 years about May. And suddenly, here were were. Very changed, nearly reversed in our lives. But we were together again.

And with that thought, I gave myself the grace to cry. 

Ten minutes later, when I scrubbed at my eyes and realized the milk was still out, I blew my nose and slowly drank some water. Rufus pawed at my leg, and reached down to let him know it was okay. He gave me a suspicious look, but licked my hand and flopped onto the floor.

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”