#withers tho bud

[blackjackkent]

I'm going through Withers' dialogue with a PC who romanced Karlach at the epilogue party after she dies (for Reasons), and I'm not going to make use of this in the thing I'm writing but I NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW that this dialogue exists:

PC: "I'm being strong. It's what she would have wanted."

Withers: Truly? Most of the time it was she who was strong for thee. Didst thou not employ her ever to carry all of thine loot?

PC: Are you making a joke?

Withers: It is said that mortals require levity, that it is the antidote to any of the darkest hours. And who knew that better than she?

Alternatively:

PC: It was scary how many goblin clubs she could carry.

Withers: With thee, she couldst do anything.

😭😭😭😭

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[a03heralding]

Bg3 blunt rotation headcanons:

Karlach: does not stop fucking laughing. She’s def wheezing at a joke she overheard in a lesbian bar three and a half years ago while in the middle of a sentence. The type who starts a story and ends up laughing so hard she can’t finish it.

Halsin: mellow as hell, is always encouraging the group to go for a nice walk somewhere while stoned to shit. Will he pass out or will he be caressing the flowers in his backyard? No one knows.

Shadowheart: Sis is asleep after a joint or a few hits from the bong. Is likely sleeping on Lae’zel’s shoulder with a blanket around her. We love her for that tho bc she looks so cute.

Jaheira: she is forreal trying to tell you that we’re all living in someone’s sims save or how aliens made the pyramids. Also always pulls up to the session at the most random times.

Lae’zel: when she does smoke she usually ends up tripping the fuck out and is staring at the wall like a dog that’s accidentally eaten an edible. Doesn’t partake anymore but will come and chill and act as Shart’s personal resting post.

Astarion: the one who is chatting the most shit, probably has the joint in a cigarette holder like curella de’vil. The main source of Karlach’s laughter. Is also constantly asking for Nicki Minaj songs to be added to the Spotify queue.

Wyll: straight up vibes, is probably hogging the snacks to himself tho but he’s busting jokes and laughing with Karlach about stupid shit

Gale: the person in charge of the playlist and the only one who can actually roll. He is very particular about the music bc he believes it sets the mood for the high. Is constantly denying Astarion’s request to play Chun li but puts on random shit like khazakstani jazz

Minthara: enabling Astarion’s shit talking and spilling the piping hot tea. The least faded out of all of them (except lae). Has a screenshot folder that she shows astarion so they can be shady.

Aylin: she’s productive when she’s stoned, is likely cooking something or has gone for a jog/ doing a task while wearing her socks/ Birkenstock combo

Isobel: the mom friend who is making sure everyone is drinking water and is getting fresh air while fried.

Withers: the za dealer. You have to go to his house and he only sells a min of 6gs at a time. Usually chilling and trying to hide his weed plants from the cops bc his neighbours are snitches ngl

Minsc and boo (sry I be forgetting): Brings his hamster to the function bc he doesn't want him to be lonely and believes that his best bud deserves a toke as well. Boo is a literal fucking menace and bites those who object to giving him any. There is literally always an argument bc of this but Minsc is ready to fight for his child.

[opera-ghosts]

EDITH WYNNE. The subject of our present pencilling was born at Holywell. She made her debut, as a soprano of no ordinary promise, at the great National Eisteddvod held at Llangollen in 1858. Those who had the good foitune to be at the elithusiastic meetings of that glorious gathering will never forget the sunny little girl in Welsh costume who sang "Clycbau Aberdovey" as she plied her tiny, wee, stock-knitting the while. How she did pour out her very soul in song to be sure, as her clear, silvery notes came flying out of her lips, and went careering around the roof of the spacious pavilion-as if a flight of nightingales was" migrating from earth to btaven It was while that' little girl was retiring, amid a storm of applause, after singing "Aderyo Pur" that tho gentleman seated beside the writer first broke silence. Verre goot," said he, magnifique par Dieu; one grand song. I undeltake one great travel, route entiere from Italy, for to hear this style of du Welsh Shant, and that one song has made repay ali mine expenses." The promising young sungtress of the Llugollen Eisteddvod of 1858 again reappears before her countrymeu upon the platfurm of the Mold Eisteddvod in 1873. But how changed during the interval ! The aspirant for musical fame of 1858 returns in 1873 as a soprano of world-wide celobrity-as a Cantatrke whom the denizens of two Hemispheres have flocked to hear and to applaud. She returns decked with triumphs. But of all the proud wreaths which adorn her brow, the fairest is this-she has never forgotten her native land. Edith Wynne.. has not:—nor its dear old melodies, They were the first companiono of her earlier struggles -the witfie«ses and the assistants of her first triumphs, those old Welsh songs were. There may or there may not be hidden in the inmost recesses of the great Songstress's escritoire some old pebble, or withered heather, or faded flower bud-embleni of this sad or that speiny memury-theie may, or there may not. But the unfinished sock is assuredly there and the knitting needles and just a scrap of an old MS. song, with Un, dati, tri"-(pedwar, worn uut). pump. ckwech-meddai Clychau Aurdovey."No, Edith Wynne has not forgotten her Welsh songs. She still sings her national melodies, with the expression and pronunciation of a native. She never astonishes the Aboriginta with such form of the Welsh words of Aderyn Pur" as the following, which was given at a Penny Keadiug, in the writer's hearing, by a young lady from Liechwedd y Llidiardau, who had been once to Manchester, and twice, by an excursion train, to Birkenhead. Now, the eharw of Edith Wynne's Welsh singing is its correct enunciation. London has not made her forget her Welsh.She can enunciate it as currcctly now as when sbe hrst left her native hills. Not only can, but does; and to say that is to say a good deal. Because it cannot be but that long residence in England, and continued practice in other tongues should, as it dots, mar one's readiness iu an unused foim of speech. But not in Wales only is our heroine a star of whom any people and any land may be proud. A concert or a festival in Loudon or in the English provinces would soarcely be held to te complete,the programme which did cointain the ever welcome and honoured name of Edith Wynne.And whether she sings before Royalty,at a National Eisteddfod own people, she is always the same popular, unaffected, patriotic, honest, "open spirit. Wales has in the presellt day many sons; and daughters of whom she can well atiord to be pruder, but of no one is she prouder than of this chief of song, who casts a lustre alike upou herself aud upon her people by the proud positiou which she holds amoug the" very first of contemporary musical celebrities.—

***

Edith Wynne came from a musical family in North Wales, and sho was one of the many famous artistes whose genius was first discovered by Llew Llwyfo, the versatile Welsh bard and musician. Llew heard the future prima donna when she was in her 14th year. This was in an eisteddfod in the neighbourhood of Wrexham, at which Llew was adjudicating. The purity and richness of her voice at once attracted the attention of Llew, and it was mainly at his urgent request that Miss ynne's family were persuaded to train her for a musical career. Having studied for some years at Liverpool, she proceeded to Italy, and at Florence placed herself under the tuition of Romani, and afterwards studied with Signor Vauncini. Her first appearance before a London audience was in 1862, at a concert given by Mr. John Thomas, the Queen's harpist, at which Thalbcrg and the great Jenny Lind were present, and both predicted for her a bright career. She soon established for herself an enviable reputation as a soprano vocalist, and secured triumph after triumph in various parts of the kingdom. In 1871, accompanied by the late Madame Patey, Mr. Santley, and Mr. W. H. Cummings, the present president of the (.uildhall* School of Music, she toured in the United States, and repeated the visit in 1874, when she appeared in Boston at the Handel and Haydn triennial festival. Upon her return she was presented by her countrymen and country- women with a marble bust of herself and a diamond bracelet, the presentation taking place at a concert given by the London Welsh Choral Union. The bust was handed to her by Col. Coruwallis-West, the present Lord-Lieutenant of Denbighshire, and the bracelet—which had on it her eisteddfodic iiom tie pin nit, "Eos Cymru" (The Nightingale of Wales), set in large brilliants—was formally presented to her by the great Sir Watkin, the "Prince in Wales." Edith Wynne, in her day, saug at all the great festivals of the kingdom except that of Worcester, and has on repeated occasions sung at State concerts at Buckingham Palace with Madame Christine Nilsson, Madame Albani, and the late famous contralto, Alboni. Madame Edith Wynne had a brief experience of the stage, for in 1864 she played Lady Mortimer in Henry IV. at Drury-lane for eight weeks. She used to sing each night "Clychau Aberdovey" in Welsh; and on one occasion al a party given at his house shortly belore his death, Charles Dickens remarked to her Miss Wynne, I shall never forget the pleasure you gave me in hearing you sing in Henry the Fourth.' In 1875 she was married at the Chapel Royal, Savoy, to Mr. Aviet Agabeg, an Armenian gentleman who enjoys a lucrative practice as one of the leaders of the Rangoon bar. Madame Agubeg resided in England to superintend the education of her daughter, their only child, who, according to Mr. Frederic (irimths in his Notable Welsh Musicians" gives great prominence of having inherited her mother's talent.

[libidomechanica]

Has decked the Dorian water-smoke

But you know how vertue made banked him.     And, in prose: and, thou wilt thou mas-kedst later in our late     in air: so waste of

Bathrabbim: thy hairs of Jerusalem,     terrible as stone, the sole men who grow! Last, where the     sea. Tis scarce threefold thus

him playnd, thou leaves her heard the floods     the third, and like leaves among thy mantle blossom’d tree who     gave thee there there he rode

and sometimes more hate, by us;     we two breasts are days’ white fog smother’s front, until I had     all that sweetness of earth

is honor, or die. Anthea     laughters of thy Throne of the vine; nor ever leave the grace,     whose stead oblivion

last not bite into a palm tree,     are your weekends above, and she wound that none appear friends     to repeat. And years and

your lover, and the Chekhov story—     an old army withered; next looked as if tho’ her way;     thinkest to me, with board,

shall the West. My note unto a     peacock, of which in the entered cry: all see no miracles     perfumed with one by

all his own right? And now she wild     words rise, startled into a Lovers dare to her, lift up     your bed is herself the

antique time he kisse, opening     I put on so soon—you’ll leavened and look upcast to thee     of companion light hand,

and her as well against me in     shops I longd the torch out, alack! A Haire than tongue in storming     in shops I long as

it’s me i want to see the face;     she wound the within? Thy refulgent the scent of common     light. Yonder a spires, and

the shepherds’ tents of me, or sickness     buds, blossom to it— loss, surprise, victorial. You have     yet many shrink asham’d

to sweet sister, my sweetly, causing     head, and to the woman of the vineyards of mass of     might sees. And flute kept not

stay, and noble yet late. From labor     in mine eternities! And we go, and prone she banners?     It soon o’er-gang ye.

[therealslimshakespeare]

I read the new chapter and I am obsessed! It’s literally the best gift imaginable after tough week. First of all -Maureen and Bucky’s chat. It was so good. Him realising how much this place and situation already drained her and showing her compassion for it??? Thank you! Also, Maureen is my girl with her connections. Of course she (and Buck) would come up with a scheme, and of course she would utilise her friends(?) and acquaintances to try to get them all (but specifically Ida out of there). This tidbit about how Poles just needed somebody new to talk about home to -I feel like that would be so true for every prisoner in there and it made me tear up a little. And her not going to Gale with it but to Egan, because she worries of overburdening the former? My heart 🥹 Also, Maureen once again being the one to clock one’s strengths and recommend Lu for the job! I love her. I really do. Which leads me to the next part. I’m so thankful that Egan pointed out Gale’s habit of infantalizing Lu. Yes, she’s very young and probably should not be ever put under circumstances to end up where they all ended up, but she is an adult. A damn competent one, with military rank to prove it. So yeah, Egan is so right she’s not Gale’s little girl, she’s an officer with skills they very much are in need for. And laying in bed can just as easily kill you in that sort of place. Sorry for the rant, I’m really not a fan of this “she’s just withering little flower, destined to be crushed” sentiment and I love that you are not leaning into that. And, my god, my favourite part is hands down girl working together on their experiment! Lu and Maureen figuring out how to get sulfur, making themselves a diy chemistry lab and succeeding at it! The cheek kisses, the excitement, the pure friendship, my heart is melting. It makes you forget where they really are. And that last line was perfect, once again you killed it (and me alongside it). Thank for a chapter full of Maureen and Egan (I really love their friendship) and Lu and Gale. You really can feel how much they all care for another. I’ll probably be gushing about everything in this chapter for a long time

P.S sorry for all the spelling mistakes, I just woke up

AAAAH BESTIE THIS WAS SUCH A DELISH FULL FIC REVIEW YOU SPOIL ME!!

I imagine that like Bucky and his pub connections that win Gale a bike back in England, Maureen has a tendency to make buds with a weird medley of folks and then know how to utilize it later, ha. And to tho long how long some of the Brits and the Poles had been prisoners for?? Years before the Americans even got there!! Heartbreaking. Or course they’d want a new audience. Makes me wanna weep at the thought.

And Egan and Gale! So much subtext going on in my mind there, ngl. The infantilizing particularly. We saw in Sanchez how Gail tries to recall some of the things Egan has told him, the council he’s given him, for instance, what has been doesn’t always carry over to now. His worries ignited by past concerns aren’t always valid here and now, he projects a lot. And he does that on Lu, too. Sees so kvuh of his younger self and he sorta tends to suffocate more than champion her with his protection. (I honestly adore both their styles of loving). So it’s been fun to think of how Egan can recognize that, recognize it’s hard for Gale to let go but also insist on it.

And the. Oh, my sweet little pyromaniacs, I just know Lu and Maureen bond over being mildly insane with the risk taking haha. And there’s good ole Benny wetting the place down to try to keep the damage minimal. But you won’t catch him stopping them. What a king.

So happy you loved this so much, each duo I get to spend time on brings me such satiation as it’s all in my head but I’m dying to get it out to yall to go nuts with me! ☺️🥰😘

[emetkoto]

you got any of them kotostarion postcanon hcs?

BOY DO I!!!!!! K'otos canon ending is choosing to stay with Astarion and work together to try and find a cure for his vampirism so they spend a lot of time pouring over tomes together at sorcerers sundries or traveling to Waterdeep to bother Gale for access to his personal library between accepting adventuring jobs to keep their coffers filled and also take advantage of being able to travel to seek out leads in other places too (tho it is mildly inconvenient only being able to travel at night/under extremely heavy tree cover they make the most of it and enjoy setting up camp to relive those days of tent cuddling). Thye also have a house together in the city bc idc they saved the damn world the least they can do is give them a place to live free of charge!!!!! and maybe they gave them a little money too so k'oto could buy out the house he and his sister lived in so she never had to pay rent again maybe. since she was a little weirded out by the 'vampire and bear boyfriends and vampire daughter who was actually their childhood friend that went missing 15 years ago' thing and politely declined moving in with them

Somewhere along the line too (I havent exactly decided where but maybe before the epilogue party? i never got the letter from him there despite my choices so that kinda pushes me towards making that canon) they also teamed up with Wyll and Karlach to hunt down and kill Haarlep to free K'oto from the body pact bc it was just unbearable for him and he'd only taken it out of a fucked up sense of obligation and difficulty viewing himself as anything more than a product or thing to be traded for what he needs and also a desire to not piss off everyone in the house before theyd gotten what they needed so. bad times all around sorry bud nothing personal but you gotta GO

And that's. kinda their life for a while? searching for leads, hunting a demon, going on adventures....sometimes checking in on the spawn in the underdark or going to stay with Halsin and Mimi just to get away from the city for a bit....relaxing and enjoying life 🥺

It's kinda cringe but I do also have it written in that Withers sends them on a quest as a stupid roundabout way to gift K'oto a ring that pauses his aging so they have as much time as they need to find Astarion's cure and they'll still be able to spend the rest of their lives together after that without one having to mourn the other since y'know. by Elf standards Astarion is extremely young and I somehow doubt the 200 years as a vampire are going to be counted when he becomes mortal again so thats like 900 years he's got left on him

There's some tie in lore with Mimi and her journey to prove herself worthy to Silvanus so he'll accept her as one of his chosen and grant her wish to be cured so she can finally grow up and not just be eternally 12 years old anymore but that is. Mostly irrelevant to kotostarion. except for the part I've been tossing around lately about her making it as his chosen eventually and being granted the power and permission to cure Astarion and the other ritual spawn as a way to help restore the natural order but. undecided if thats canon yet

[violettesiren]

Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring: Of if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves, Let them lie hid in double shade of leaves, Their own, and others dropped down withering; For violets suit when home birds build and sing, Not when the outbound bird a passage cleaves; Not with dry stubble of mown harvest sheaves, But when the green world buds to blossoming. Keep violets for the spring, and love for youth, Love that should dwell with beauty, mirth, and hope: Or if a later sadder love be born, Let this not look for grace beyond its scope, But give itself, nor plead for answering truth— A grateful Ruth tho' gleaning scanty corn.

Autumn Violets by Christina Rossetti

[binch-i-might-be]

me? using flower symbolism in yet another story? It's More Likely Than You'd Think!

[lovecorebutch]

i think there’s something beautiful about photography, a love language of sorts. a lot of times when i take a picture, i’m thinking “let me remember this, this is something wonderful that should be preserved in some way”, i’m thinking “let me show you something to delight and inspire you, and let me show you the things i notice about the world.”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Shin Route ー Sub Scenario w/Yuma

–> In between the main route chapters, the player is taken to the area map of the Parade where you can freely roam around. There are four different places to visit, each with different mini games and sub scenarios to enjoy.

AREA: SMARAGO MOUNTAIN

CHARACTER: YUMA

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ( Huh? All the way out here... )

Yuma-kun? What are you doing? 

Yuma: Haah? Can’t ya tell? I’m plantin’ these bad boys.

Shin: ...Plants? They look pretty dangerous. 

Yuma: Well duh. I was told ya can only find these veggies over here in the Demon World. I forgot what they’re called tho.

I figured I’d use the opportunity to transfer them to some quality soil and try growin’ them.

Yui: Quality soil...?

Yuma: Yeah! With a bit of this magical soil, you can fix even nearly withered plants!

Shin: Heeh...Magical soil, huh...? I wonder if that’s true...?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...Shin-kun, is that...?

Yuma: Hah, the fuck...? Mixed nuts?

Are ya good, mate? Those have been fried in oil and sprinkled with salt, ya know?

That’s pushin’ it a lil’...

Shin: Hmph. We can’t know for sure until we try, right? Besides...

A Founder such as myself will be planting them instead of you. It might cause an unforeseen power to active, no? 

Yuma: Yeah right. As if that’d ever happen...

Shin: There we go...

*Thud thud*

Shin: I guess this’ll do?

Yuma: Hah...God, ya suck. It’s barely even cover...ーー 

*Pop*

Yuma: Wha...!? A bud popped up...!? 

Shin: See? Just like I thought...

ー The bud starts growing

Yui: ( ...It keeps growing bigger and bigger...! )

ー It keeps growing

Yuma: ...For real!? The fuck’s this thing...!? 

Shin: ...A Founder such as myself planted it, so this was to be expected, honestly...

Yuma: Does bein’ a Founder even play a part in this...? How big will this thing grow...?

Shin: Good question...?

Yui: ( ...It has grown to the size of a large tree in the blink of an eye... )

*Rumble rumble*

Yui: ...W-What is happening...!? 

Yuma: O-Oi! It’s actin’ strange!  Do somethin’ ‘bout it, dude!

Shin: Hah? There’s obviously nothing I can do!

Yuma: Fuck, stoーー U-Uwah...!? 

*Smack*

Yuma: Uwaaaaah!

Yui: Yuma-kun!? 

( O-Oh no...! His clothes got caught on one of the branches...! )

Yuma: P-Put me down! Please!!

Yui: ( At this rate, he’ll be lifted higher and higher into the air as it grows... )

Shin: Ahーah...Not my problem...

Yuma: Oi! Ya bastard! Help me out with those Founder powers of yers!

Shin: Didn’t you hear me earlier!? I mean, why not enjoy the scenery from up there now that you can!? 

Yui: ( I didn’t think Shin-kun’s nuts would cause such a mess... )

ーー THE END ーー

[honeymoonjin]

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DAY EIGHT

“Are you ready to make your decision?”

No. Of course the answer is no, but there’s no delaying it anymore. “Is it nine already?”

Sejin sighs, shuffling to the side of the table to indicate you’re to sit beside him. When you do, facing the boys on the couch, your heart gives another sickening lurch. Sejin squeezes your shoulder kindly. “Just a game, sweetheart,” he assures quietly, before raising his voice into the authorial tone he used for announcements. “Thank you for all being here on time, any on topic questions before we begin?”

Nobody answers, not even Jin. There’s a tense atmosphere, and you feel caught right in the centre of it.

“Okay, then,” he says softly, sensing the sullen atmosphere. “I’d like to give each of the Gentlemen a chance to explain why Y/n should keep them in the show. Let’s go around the room. Yoongi?”

To Sejin’s left, perched on the end of the three-person couch, is the doctor himself, legs crossed and face relaxed. “Um, Y/n should keep me in becau-”

“Say it to her,” Sejin guides, shuffling back to move out of the way.

Reflexively, Yoongi glances up at you, and the calm warmth of his eyes reassures you. “Y/n, I’d ask you to keep me in because we’ve had a good time together so far, but there’s so much that we have yet to explore. Beyond that, I’d like to think I’m a good fit for the house, and I’ll continue to assist Jin-hyung in cooking many meals.” Once he’s done, he sends you a small smile, eyes glinting playfully.

The younger boy sitting next to him is not as cheerful. Bottom lip red from gnawing, Jungkook tucks his feet up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees. His eyes meet yours after Sejin signals for him to begin. “I really hope you don’t vote me out because I like it here a lot. You’re so cool, and the hyungs are so cool, and I feel really happy here. I know we haven’t spent a whole lot of quality time yet, but I want to, if I stick around long enough.”

You bite down harshly on your tongue, sending him a strained smile. Fuck, this sucks. Beside Jungkook is Hoseok, who props his elbow on the arm of the couch, posture casual but face stricken.

“Y/n,” Hoseok begins, voice tentative and uncharacteristically subdued, “you’re a very intelligent girl and you have a lot of potential in being a sub. I’d appreciate the opportunity to stay in and show you and the audience how enjoyable BDSM can be. We’re all very lucky men to be on the show with you.”

On the couch beside, Namjoon is the next one around. He pauses, eyes dancing about the room as he thinks. “I think it probably doesn’t make much sense to keep me in the game,” he allows. “I’m not experienced like the others and so it’s a little hard to defend on that front, but I think me staying allows you the advantage of being my first and best experience. I feel like with just a bit more time, I’ll really grow into my element, and I feel safe doing it with you. So I really hope I stay.”

Squished beside him is Jin, who sends you a big grin, even if it doesn’t fully reach his eyes. “This is so shitty,” he says with a laugh, “it’s harder than I was prepared for before I came, and I think that’s due partly to the warm environment that we’re developing with each other, but also because you, Y/n, are a very genuine and lively person. Of course this is a game about sex, but I don’t think any one of us could say that’s the only factor here. As for me, I ask that you keep me in at least a week more because I can promise not only a good time, but also an ear if you need one, and advice should you ever want it.” He pauses to glance around the room. “That goes for all of you,” Jin adds, “I cannot believe that I don’t hate any of you, I don’t know how the producers found such great people.”

His words ease a bit of the tension, and the rest of you let out laughs of relief, your heart easing slightly.

Next, it’s down on the floor for Taehyung, who seems to prefer sitting cross-legged on the carpet to any other spot in the room. “I really wanna stay here,” he pleads with his eyes locked on yours, so earnest, “you’re so fantastic, and Jungkookie and the hyungs are all so fantastic, and I don’t wanna go home so soon. And also I think in terms of sex and stuff, I bring a lot to the table.” Taehyung avoids Sejin’s gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt innocently even as he stares up through his eyelashes at the rest of you cheekily. “I think we saw that yesterday. Though in the future, hopefully it’ll cost me less.” He sends a withering glare at Yoongi and Jin. “You assholes.”

You let out a chuckle, Jin huffing in response and Yoongi just shrugging with a shameless grin. Finally, it’s Jimin’s turn, and your chest pangs as you remember the last time you were together. The way he squeezed your hand gently before getting out of the car last night, the way he walked you to your bedroom door, wishing you sweet dreams. The way you saw an entirely different man to the one he’s been advertising.

His eyes on you are imploring even as his back is straight and legs crossed. “I value the time I spend with you. This is, after all, a game about sex so I’ll defend myself by saying you can rest assured I’m skilled enough to please you well, but if you allow me to stay,” he drops eye contact, fiddling with his rings even as he fights to remain poised, “I do hope it’s not the sex alone that keeps me here.” Like a switch is flicked, his momentary vulnerability vanishes, and he glances up and sends you a smile, warm and at-ease, having said his piece.

“And Y/n,” Sejin guides from beside you, his kind eyes on you, “anything to say to the guys?”

Your heart stutters in your chest. It’s been a week? Why is this so hard? “I- First of all, this decision has been insanely hard. You’re all amazing, not just in bed but as people, and I hope that whoever has to leave will still stay in touch. It feels really cruel that I have to say goodbye to someone so soon. The reality is, none of you did bad, and there’s nobody I don’t like; nobody that doesn’t belong here. I’ve made my decision, but- I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, but I don’t think I’d be happy with any decision. In the end, I guess I just went for the least painful option.” You take a deep breath, eyes lifting to look at Hoseok, who sends you a sad smile. You open your mouth-

“Wait!” Sejin interrupts loudly. Everyone turns to look at him in unison, eyes wide. “There-” He breaks off with a sigh, glancing at the camera closest to him before looking back down at the group. “Listen; this will be edited out, but ratings have been doing far better than we’d ever anticipated. We already hired a third editor to keep up with demand and get more episodes out than was on the schedule, and there’s talk we may even start getting sponsorships because the support has been creating headlines, at least on Twitter. The higher-ups at Bangasm, well… they want to make an exception.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” Sejin answers. “Act surprised.” The eight of you stare at him with varying degrees of bewilderment as he puffs his chest and carries his voice louder, switching back into producer mode. “Wait!” he repeats in the same tone as earlier. “The production team hasn’t been completely honest with you. This isn’t just a basic game with prompts each week like we told you. There will be a special advantage, a wildcard if you wish, that changes things up. They could affect the prompts, or how the game proceeds for that week. We call them Bangasm Bombs. And while we didn’t tell you, our production team has drawn the Bangasm Bomb for Week One.”

Sejin pauses to look at you all meaningfully. Jimin picks up the hint. “So; what’s the ‘Bangasm Bomb’ for this week?” he asks for you, gesturing quote marks with his fingers. 

Your mind is starting to whir, possibilities beginning to percolate in your mind, but you aren’t prepared for what Sejin says next.

“Nobody goes home this week.” 

Your mouth drops open, eyes darting around the room to see the open disbelief on the guys’ faces. “So I- I don’t have to send anyone home today?”

“No,” Sejin answers warmly, and you feel your shoulders sag in relief, a breath rushing out you didn’t know you were holding. Sejin winces, clearing his throat lightly. “That’s… the other thing.”

“Other thing?” Yoongi asks incredulously. “There’s more?”

“With the success of the show comes other benefits. For example; the CEO and treasurer of Bangasm have agreed to double our funding if we can keep the views up. No, Seokjin,” Sejin quips the second the eldest contestant raises his hand. Jin puts his hand down, lips pursed in a pout. “We’re changing the rules a bit. Before, we said if Y/n eliminated you, you’d pack your bags and leave. Now; you stay.”

Sejin can’t get another word out over the clamour that arises, everyone shocked and excited and confused all at once. He waves his hand for silence, and only after a minute or so everyone calms down. 

“So, there’s just no eliminating?” Jungkook asks with a comically quizzical look on his face.

“Please just let me explain,” Sejin requests, sighing. “Yes, there will still be eliminations. But if you get eliminated, you stay in the house.”

“So it’s a free pass,” Jungkook surmises.

“Not quite. No longer will you not be competing in the game, but you won’t be able to have sex with or sexually touch Y/n in any way. If you do, then you’ll be sent out of the house for good.”

“No sex with Y/n?” Taehyung asks meaningfully. “So… otherwise…?”

Sejin sighs, a tired laugh falling from his lips. “Just no sex with Y/n,” he confirms. “If you touch Y/n sexually, you go home. If Y/n touches you, of course we can’t send her home, so we’ve devised a punishment.” 

At the word punishment your head darts up to stare at the producer, but Hoseok beats you to the punch. “She’s gonna come join us in the bunkroom?”

“That’s for failing prompts, Hobi-hyung,” Namjoon points out, “Y/n doesn’t have any prompts.”

“Correct,” Sejin confirms. “If Y/n touches an eliminated member in a sexual manner, then that member gets to choose what she wears for the next 24 hours.”

You frown. “That doesn’t sound so…” you trail off when you glance up, only to be met with seven hungry sets of eyes. You can just about see the cogs turning in their brains as they stare at your body. “Ah.”

“Yes. So stick to the rules, and you get, as Jungkook so elegantly put, a free pass minus Y/n. Got it?”

The eight of you stay silent, still shell-shocked from the two revelations. This changed things. Now, when you voted someone off, they would get to stay, but they would get to stay. You can see both the positive and negative possibilities there, and it’s no surprise that a reality show would have such a sneaky plot twist.

So you’d have all seven fucking you for one more week, and then all seven every week in the future, only with your sexual prospects dropping as you went. It does ensure that you’ll begin voting for them purely based on sexual performance; considering their personalities in the house wasn’t an issue if you’d have those anyway. 

As you glance around the room, you can’t help but wonder if your vote would’ve been different had you known that he’d get to stay. And you wonder if you’ll end up picking the same person in a week’s time, after a new set of prompts. The thought makes you sit up, turning to Sejin again.

“Will the boys draw their new prompts, then?” you ask. “Do I get to know the theme again?”

“Ah, of course-” Sejin breaks off to sit up, retrieving a stack of slightly crumpled papers from his back pocket. “This week’s theme is dynamics and roleplay. Come pick a card.”

Like last week, you pay close attention to the reactions of each of the seven. Namjoon blinks wide at his, but doesn’t seem as put off as last week, and his eyes go distant when he sits back down, like he’s already picturing it. Jimin takes two, one for him at one for Taehyung, and the two compare, Taehyung laughing at Jimin’s and Jimin smirking at Taehyung’s, brushing his clean-shaven cheek with the back of his knuckles and murmuring something in his ear. 

When Jin gets his, he bites his tongue and shakes his head with a light laugh, and Yoongi’s mouth drops open upon reading his card, eyes darkening with lust. Jungkook winces at first, but thinks on it a moment longer and grins eagerly, taking a second glance and scrunching his nose cutely at it. Hoseok takes his last, calmly reading it with a pleased smirk, sliding it into his front pocket and taking a seat.

Your breath leaves you in a slow stream. You’re back to the not-knowing. Dynamics and roleplay. It could really be anything, you supposed. Naughty schoolgirl, pizza delivery guy. You didn’t watch a lot of porn but you vaguely knew some of the tropes, and it’ll be a rather interesting week indeed.

“That’s not all, of course,” Sejin adds, and you feel like your brain could implode with the information dump that this morning has been. “Would you like to hear the Bangasm Bomb for Week 2?”

“We find out now?” Hoseok questions. “Not at the end?”

“Well, in order to fulfil it you need to know now,” the producer explains. “This week, Y/n may not sleep in her own bed, and she may not sleep in the same bed twice.”

You blink, not expecting it to be directed at you. “I what?” Your mind catches up with the rule, and you let out a light laugh. “So, I’ll have to share with the other guys?”

"Let's not forget the type of show we're on," Yoongi points out, leveling an impressed stare at the producer. "Well-played."

"Thank you," Sejin replies shortly. "Now, that'll be all. Just a reminder, if your scene isn't filmed, it doesn't count, and it's okay if Y/n guesses the prompt, but if you tell her directly then your prompt is void. Seokjin; we ordered you a set of chef's knives that should be here later today. Please stop spamming the company's inquiries email."

He's out of the room before Jin can even react, open-mouthed but smug like the cat that got the cream.

The eight of you sit in silence for a moment or two, still reeling. It's Hoseok in the end that recovers first.

"So we all stay," he muses. "Even if we get voted off, we stay. Why is that both a blessing and a curse?"

"This is reality TV," Jimin points out calmly, "and it's porn on top of it. Tension and drama skyrockets ratings. Well; I'm going to make some coffees if anyone wants one."

Most of the group move back into the kitchen, rifling through cabinets like zombies to make their breakfasts, but Namjoon approaches you hesitantly, biting on his lip.

"Y/n, can I talk to you? Privately?"

You stand up off the coffee table, though still you're lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "Sure," you reply easily, "privately or privately privately?"

"Um," he hesitates, glancing towards the entrance foyer, where across the hall lies the unfilmed rec room. "Just privately is fine for now."

Everyone else distracted with the prospect of food and hot coffee, it's easy enough to just sit on the stairs, side-by-side and thighs touching. Like this, you become aware of how much bigger he is than you. Namjoon's legs sprawl out down to the bottom of the stairs, socked feet slipping slightly on the glossy stone floor, whereas yours are tucked on the step below you. He glances down at you with a nervous disposition, but his eyes are surprisingly steady.

"Hoseok-hyung and I slept in the bunk bed room last night, as you probably know," he explains. "Him and I talked a lot. About a bunch of things, but he helped me realise something. And after I got the prompt today, I was sure."

Your eyes widen as they watch him carefully. The roots of his purple are starting to grow out in a soft brunette that makes him look even younger, his face round yet gently sculpted, chin pressed out in solemnity. "Sure of what?" you question quietly.

Namjoon takes a slow breath, rubbing his palms over his knees. "I think it's better if I don't lose my virginity while doing some cheesy role-play for a porn show, you know? I know I chose to come here knowing what I was walking into, but... Hoseok suggested maybe we could use the rec room for some privacy and then I could just fill my prompt later in the week. Of course, the producers will probably get annoyed at me not losing my virginity on camera, but they never said I had to, and I think I want it to be something just for me, you know? Something that's just you and me, outside of the show. I understand if you don't want to do that, but if you're happy to, I think I'm ready now."

You take a few moments to fully process his words, the gravity of them. "You sure you're ready? If you are, I'm happy to do that, Joonie. I want it to be good for you. You deserve that."

He smiles at that, broadly, but with his head ducked down. "That means a lot," he admits, "but yeah. I'm ready. If you want to...?" He trails off, tipping his head in the direction of the private rec room.

You sit up straight. "Oh! You mean- now now? Yes, I can do that, wow, okay-"

"If that's alright?" he asks hastily, face pinched with worry, but you just stand up, holding out a hand to him. He takes it, letting you lead him to the door.

From the few times you've needed to use this room, it's been pretty empty. It's small; most likely originally intended as extra storage or a home office, and the producers had put a visibly second-hand couch on one wall, a skinny coffee table and a lamp in there.

Generally, it's a glorified staffroom of sorts, a time-out that's more valuable for its lack of cameras than anything actually inside. Today, though, you freeze in the hallway at the sight that greets you.

With the table pushed to one side, boasting two bottles of water, a box of tissues, a bottle of self-heating lube and a small bluetooth speaker, the rest of the room has been converted into a massive bed.

The floor is covered with blankets, sheets and duvets, thick enough to be like a bedroll, with pillows stacked on the edges. They cover most of the floor, roughly the size of a queen size bed. On top of the impressive set-up are a colourful variety of packaged condoms, arranged in a tasteful love-heart.

Namjoon groans at the display, pinching his brow. "Hoseok said he'd set up for me and make it a little more comfortable, I'm sorry."

"It's cute," you say with a laugh, "are you wanting to use condoms?"

Namjoon swallows. "Uh, you- what would you prefer?"

You shrug, collecting them up and flicking through the buffet of options. You chuckle as the majority are L and XL. Unsurprising. "I mean, we don't need one. So if you want to feel everything fully, I say go bare."

"G-go bare, please," he coughs out awkwardly, shutting and locking the door behind him, double-checking the handle. "Can we put some music on? It's really quiet in here."

"Of course." You busy yourself with the music, smiling at the fact that he must have appreciated it last time. By the time you select a nice playlist on your phone and pick a decent volume, Namjoon's surprised you by hastily stripping down to his underwear, shyly rubbing at his knees.

You stand stock-still for a moment, just taking in the gorgeous sight of his body, all understated muscle and bold lines and planes. He must do some form of exercise, because his chest is thick, as are his thighs, and his lower stomach is soft but lean. He's gorgeous, and between your legs you feel your excitement grow.

Hustling to strip your clothes off as a gentle guitar strumming fills the air, you feel the cool cotton of the duvet under your knees as you straddle Namjoon, the man sucking in a breath as your clothed pussy presses flush against his hardness.

"Give me a kiss," you ask softly, a suggestion to let him take control, and a sigh of relief leaves his lungs as he cups your face in his hands, tugging your lips onto his greedily.

The ferocity with which he kisses you takes your breath away. It's powerful, greedy and demanding like he's waited an eon to kiss you again. While he was surprisingly skilful the first time, now it feels like he's come into his own.

You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat as you feel his tongue slipping between your lips, licking up into your mouth like he's trying to devour you. You're drunk on it, mind feeling hazy, but you manage to pull away for a moment, gasping out a, "how the hell did you get this good?"

Grunting, Namjoon's eyes flutter open and one of his hands slips back to cup the nape of your neck securely, preventing you from backing up further. "Hoseok gave me some tips," he admits. "Now get back here."

You let yourself be pulled in again and eaten alive, muffled groans and sighs of bliss slipping out between swipes of tongue and flashes of teeth, nipping at your bottom lip until it's swollen and aching in the best way.

Without realising, you've begin to grind your hips against him, needing friction, and he pants into your mouth at the feeling. The pleasure makes him sloppy, and you groan as his lips leave yours, veering down to kiss along your jawline, tugging on your earlobe before sucking blossoms of colour down your throat. You tip your head back, arching into his mouth and rocking your hips against him, the friction addictive.

"Gonna fuck you now," you hear him groan against your collarbone, lips on your skin that's slick from his spit. Even in your heightened state of arousal you can sense the slight question in his voice, like he's checking you're still okay with it.

More than okay, you glance down to see the point that joins you, your panties so wet that the grey of his boxers is marred by a dark spot, wet and clinging to the stiff outline of his cock. You curse lowly at the sight of it. "Fuck, please, I need you, Joonie."

He lets out a strangled sigh, hands trembling slightly as he pushes down the waistband of his boxers so that it rests below his balls, cock bobbing up to rest at his stomach. He swallows hard, eyes closed and back resting against the base of the couch. The sheets beneath you have heated up with your body temperature, arousal radiating off the two of you in waves. 

When you first reach out to touch him, you keep your eyes on his face, on his reaction. The initial contact makes his brow twitch, eyes clenching shut. So thick your fingers don’t touch around him when you grasp his base, he’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen in the house; a touch of irony that the least experienced member had the biggest genetic advantage. His bottom lip finds his way tucked between his teeth, thighs tensing beneath you. 

“Joonie,” you mumble in a mock pout, “are you gonna fuck me now or so I have to do all the work myself?”

His eyes fly open, gaze landing on your widened eyes of innocence, before darting down to where you’re gently stroking him, fingertips catching on the sensitive ridge beneath his head. “Hobi-hyung said you should ride me so you can get used to it.”

You chuckle, tapping your thumb over his weeping slit, making him hiss. “Let’s stop thinking about what Hobi said and start worrying about what you want. Do you want me to ride you? Feel how tight I am for you?”

He curses, brows knitting as he nods shakily, and you can’t hold yourself back any longer. With a low curl of thrill in your stomach, you sit up so you can quickly slip off your panties, before straddling him again. He feels heavy when you brush his length through your sodden folds, readying him for you, and the thought makes you groan lowly. 

“Wanted you so bad,” you confess over the music in the background, now a simple drum beat that gives you rhythm as you grind your hips over him, letting his blunt head catch at your entrance. “Fuck.” His fingers are digging into your hips just with the feeling of your pussy clenching over his tip, and you lower yourself painfully slowly, adjusting to the way he stretches you to your limit, dragging inch by inch against your walls. 

“H-oh god, it is, it’s so tight,” he comments with a hitch in his voice, and again you feel the muscles of his thighs twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to bury himself in you. Though the thought of it is hot, you’re merciful that he’s giving you time to grow accustomed to the sheer girth of his dick inside you. 

“Does it feel good, Joonie?” you ask, the question panted as he takes your breath away, grinning at the quick stuttered nods he gives in reply, fingers flexing on the flesh of your hips and ass. By the time you’re sitting flush against his lap, you can barely breathe, a shaky hand pressing onto your stomach almost expecting to feel him bulging out of you from the inside. He’s not just the biggest on the show, but the biggest you’ve ever had, and you feel like you could cum just from rolling your hips against him. 

“You feel so amazing, Y/n,” he praises, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close so that he can press his lips to yours. You whine as he shifts in you, feeling shakier than ever, but appreciate the chance to adjust to him, tongue chasing his and fingers slipping into his hair as you kiss. 

You’re content to stay like that for as long as he continues to move his mouth against you, mouth watering at the feeling of cockwarming him and joining your bodies so intimately, but the excitement of new sensation gets to him, and after a while he begins to shift, holding your hips down and grinding his hips.

Your jaw drops open, hands flying out to grip at his shoulders at the feeling. He’s so deep you can barely comprehend it, can barely think with his cock filling you so completely, and find yourself pleading quietly, an unintelligible babble of more, please more, need more. He shifts his posture as you sit on his length, uncrossing his legs and instead bracing them in front of him. 

“Want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, nipping at your throat, and you shiver at the husky gravel of his tone. What happened to the shy virgin? 

“Please, Joonie,” you gasp, clenching around him, “need you to move.”

His first thrust takes your breath away, punching the air out of your lungs. When he moves inside you it feels monumental, like a core piece of you shifting, and your eyes water with the delicious burn. You whine when he pauses for a moment, hands slipping down to knead at your ass. Namjoon’s eyes are like molten dark chocolate as they focus on you, rich and intense, and when your head tips down to kiss him again it’s so needy your teeth clash, the keening whimper in your throat sign enough that you want more. 

It’s only once he begins to fuck you in earnest, bouncing you on his cock, that you see how truly affected he is. Strands of lilac cling to his temples as he sweats, chest heaving and hands trembling even as his fingers dig in hungrily. His lips are slick with spit, but he makes no move to wipe them clean, just biting onto his bottom lip and sucking, hips snapping up with bruising momentum. 

You can’t catch your breath, but still you chase his lips like oxygen, needing to be as close as possible. His panting keeps you anchored as you moan shamelessly, toes curling and back arching. Your high approaches quickly enough that it shocks you, but there’s no escaping the pleasure that rushes through you with every snap of his hips. 

You lose contact with his mouth, cheek resting limply on his shoulder as he speeds up his pace, the muscles in your legs failing you, twitching uncontrollably. 

“No, no, no, fuck,” Namjoon chants lowly, and you feel a hand bury in your hair, holding you to the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last.”

You moan at that, feeling him stiffen impossibly more inside you with every thrust. “Wan’ you to cum,” you promise in his ear, barely more than a gasped breath, “wanna cum with you.” To end the statement, you nuzzle your nose against his throat and nip at his pulse point. To your surprise, he shudders violently, suddenly going stock still.

Your eyes widen as hot ropes of cum fill you, Namjoon clutching you to him helplessly, groaning nonsense as his orgasm hits him out of nowhere. Your own high recedes, but you barely notice it as you sit up tiredly and clench around him, watching the pleasure flicker across his face as he rides the high. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes cast towards the ceiling and chest still heaving, “I’m so sorry, I… sensitive neck.”

You grin, running your hands up to gently brush over it, feeling him pulse inside you, spurting the final drops of cum from his spent cock. “Don’t apologise,” you assure, leaning in quickly to nibble at his lips and give him a lazy, indulgent kiss. “That was really fucking hot.”

He laughs, cheeks pinkening slightly, and you feel your heart warm at the return of the shy Namjoon you’d gotten used to. So he’s a lot more dominant and confident in the heat of the moment, you muse as he catches his breath, good to know.

When you find your strength again, slowly sitting up off him, you wince at the rush of cum leaving you, and the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness. That’s only exacerbated by the fact that you haven’t cum yet, but it’s his first time and you don’t want him to feel bad. Collapsing on the sheets beside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, breath still coming in shallow pants. “Good?”

“Good god, Y/n,” he exclaims earnestly, “I think I might be a sex addict now.” 

A surprised peal of laughter leaves your lungs, and you shove him playfully before crawling over to the coffee table, cracking open a bottle of water and cleaning yourself up with the available tissues. “Hoseok really did think this through, huh?” you muse, chucking him the box once you’re done.

Namjoon clears up the cum on his cock and thighs, grimacing at the way some of it has stained his boxers, but he sends you a guilty look. “I’m sorry.”

You frown, reaching for your clothes. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t-”

Whatever Namjoon is about to say is cut off by a sudden thud that gives you both a fright, followed by three polite albeit enthusiastic knocks. You stare in bewilderment at the door, before hastily dressing yourself.

“Is everything alright?” Namjoon calls out, putting his underwear back on properly and hopping into his pants. “Has something happened?”

“I should hope so, young grasshopper!” an enthusiastic voice chirps from the other side of the door, muffled but unmistakably Hoseok. “You’ve popped your cherry, Kim Namjoon!”

The academic winces, reaching out to unlock the door once he’s made sure the two of you are dressed. “Hoseok, what are you doing? Wha-?” He breaks off once he opens the door, and you rush around behind him to see what gave him pause. 

In the foyer are Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin, all in matching paper birthday hats, the strings of thin elastic digging into their chins. Hoseok’s holding two more in his hands, and he thrusts them towards you as Taehyung wiggles the weighty bottle of champagne in his grasp. Behind them, Jin calmly holds a kitchen knife.

“What’s going on?” you ask in bewilderment, stepping out into the foyer and wincing at the ache between your legs with each step. “Why the fuck are you holding a knife?”

Jin, his bright blue party hat on at a jaunty angle, stares down at his hands blankly before gasping, tucking it behind his back. “Sometimes I forget I’m still holding it.”

“That’s extremely alarming,” Namjoon says with a frown. “I still don’t understand why you’re all gathered outside the door.”

“It’s time for the party, hyung,” Taehyung explains, “to celebrate you finally getting your dick wet.”

Your cheeks go flaming red as you glance at Namjoon, the poor man spluttering and eyes wide like he didn’t know what to do. “If there’s champagne, I’m there,” you announce calmly. “Come on, Joonie, let’s go celebrate.”

Namjoon visibly relaxes when you aren’t offended, flicking you a warm smile. “Is everyone wearing a hat?” he questions incredulously, taking the thin cone card. 

“Mo-mostly everyone,” Hoseok answers suspiciously. 

“It’s just you guys, isn’t it?”

“Well, if you both wore one, we’d have the majority.”

You grin, patting Hoseok on the shoulder as you walk past him into the foyer. “Let’s just go,” you call out to the guys behind you, “there better be food.”

As expected, the three that greeted you were the only ones wearing party hats. At the dining table, which has been laden with aromatic dishes, steaming rice and empty champagne flutes, the other three await. Jimin’s is resting beside his plate and chopsticks, untouched. Beside him, Yoongi has his upside down, using it as a bowl for the rice snacks he’s munching happily on. The youngest man in the house hasn’t even noticed you’ve arrived, using it like a very inefficient telescope, one eye scrunched shut and the other focused on the pinhole at the top of the cone. Sitting at the head of the table, he aims it at Jimin, mouth hanging open as he tries to see through the tiny gap.

Giving up, he waves the wide end around the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of something. Once the cone lands on the five of you, he gasps, chucking down the party hat. “You’re back! I didn’t start eating the cake, like you said!” 

Jin frowns. “That sounds awfully suspicious.” Knife still in hand, he makes his way to the kitchen island, where you catch a glimpse of a beautifully iced cake with writing on the top that you’re too far away to read. 

Jungkook shifts restlessly in his seat, staring worriedly at Jin. “The- um, the birds attacked it.” If you look closely, you think you can see the slightest hint of vanilla icing in the crook of his mouth. 

Jin stares at the cake desolately. “The birds?” he deadpans.

“Seagulls, you know,” Jungkook tries to pass off casually, the pink of his tongue dashing out to lick the sugar off his lips. “Absolute vultures.”

Hoseok tsks in disappointment. “Was it seagulls or was it vultures?”

Jungkook stays silent an inexplicably long amount of time, glancing slowly between Hoseok and Jin. His eyes are wide like he’s trying to work out the lie in his head “...It was me.” 

Jin’s fingers are pressed to his temple as he sighs. “Right.” Setting down the knife, he picks up the cake and brings it to the table, placing it in the middle of the table. The rest of you all take a seat, filling in the spaces around the table. Taehyung slips in beside Jimin, Hoseok at the end of the table opposite Jungkook, and finally Jin, Namjoon, and you take the last of the seats. 

The cake is beautiful, neat and fluffy buttercream all over with swooping cursive written in a thin black stream. Unfortunately, a very delicate but obvious slice has been taken out so you have to focus to work out what the writing says. Once you do, you let out a reluctant chuckle, watching Namjoon blush once more, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his shirt shyly.

“‘Here lies Namjoon’s virginity,’” you recite, “‘1994-2020.’ Who came up with that?”

“That’s not impor-” Jin begins, but Taehyung swiftly cuts him off.

“I did!” he declares proudly. “Everyone agreed mine was funnier than Jin-hyung’s.”

“Obviously not everyone,” Jin replies bitterly, dishing himself up some of the rice closest to him. “Dig in, everyone, Yoongi and I worked hard on this. And congratulations Namjoon,” he adds, though he sends Namjoon a genuine smile, eyes twinkling. 

After everyone says their congratulations, the food is dug into and the cork of the bottle is popped, conversation flowing like the champagne. 

Over time, Namjoon seems to get used to the chatter about sex, perhaps not feeling so left out of the loop, and his face is more open and relaxed than ever, a dimple poking out when he smiles. You occasionally reach out to shove him playfully or squeeze his arm as the chatter continues, and he no longer freezes or stiffens up. It warms your heart that he feels a little more comfortable amongst you.

You’re happy to tuck into your meal, having worked up an appetite for lunch, but it’s barely more than a second after finishing your first helping that your phone buzzes. 

You slip it out casually, frowning when you see it’s a notification that you’ve been added to a group-chat. 

After that, you smother a scoff and slip your phone back into your pocket, hoping if your cheeks are red they can safely be attributed to the alcohol.

Glancing up, you see Jungkook stand up suddenly, eyes wide with barely-contained excitement as he picks up his bowl, chopsticks and champagne flute, scurrying over to dump them in the sink before disappearing upstairs. Yoongi stares at his empty seat in confusion, but shrugs and takes another mouthful of cake. You eat yours quickly enough that your stomach flips, or perhaps that’s just the anticipation.

After you’re done it takes you a few moments to build up the courage to look across to Hoseok, feeling his gaze hot on your skin. When you do, your eyes lock immediately, but he just continues to stare, lips pressed in a narrow line. 

Your heart leaps for a moment, wondering what that hard gaze means for you later on. Silently, as Taehyung continues to explain something to him with a mouth half-full of food, Hoseok lifts his eyebrow once, gaze darting to the roof. The message is clear. Go upstairs.

Biting your lip, you let Namjoon know you’re heading up, waving off his concern until he’s pulled back into a thread of conversation. You try to ignore the uncertain adrenaline rush that makes your hands tremble and your core throb all the way upstairs, until you’re knocking on Jungkook’s door.

The two of you share a look once he opens the door, one of anticipation and desire, and you let out a breathy chuckle. 

“What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?” you ask rhetorically, stepping in and collapsing onto the bed. 

“I’ll take it if it means getting a good fuck,” he states matter-of-factly, sitting himself beside you and tucking his legs up. “Besides; I’ve wanted to see Hobi-hyung in action for a while.” 

Sitting up, you think back to that day in the confessional booth, where he had so easily made you fall apart without even taking a single item of clothing off. You wondered if he’d deprive you of his body tonight as well. 

“I think he’s angry at me,” you admit, “before I left, he looked… intense.” 

“Why would he be angry at you?” Jungkook asks with a frown, his hand slipping under the baggy fabric of his black tee, rubbing at his shoulder like he’s aching to take the item off. 

You go to shrug, but then your mind flicks back to this morning. “The elimination,” you realise, dread rising in your stomach just as much as your arousal is. “I think he knows I was going to eliminate him.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen, round enough to be saucers. “Wait, really? Why him?”

You find the words dry up in your throat. “I- God, I don’t know. How am I meant to choose anyone when you’re all amazing? Maybe his had the least impact on me, I suppose.” You eye the door to the walkway warily. “I guess he’s determined to change that now.” 

Instead of replying, you’re taken aback when Jungkook throws his arms around you in a tight hug, his long hair brushing at your neck and shoulder as he tucks his chin into the hollow of your collarbone. Hesitantly, you bring your own arms up to hug him back, feeling your tension melt in the warm embrace.

“It must be so hard,” he murmurs, “I don’t think Hobi-hyung is really mad, you know? He probably just feels like he wasn’t good enough for you and wants to prove himself.” 

This thought just sends another spike of guilt through you, but you have no time to dwell on it before the door is clicking open, making you and Jungkook instinctively jump apart. 

Hoseok stands there, as intimidating as last time in all-black. Though he’s wearing just socks instead of the heavy duty boots he was in that day, there’s no denying the power he holds in the clothes he wears like armour. Leather pants so snug they’re like a second skin and a black long-sleeved shirt, tight but breathable cotton with a harness of thin leather straps providing some structure. His raven hair is swept back, but just a single stray lock hangs low over his brow, drawing your eyes back to his. “Starting without me?” he questions lightly, though his face is devoid of humour.

You swallow hard. “No… Master,” you add, seeing the expectant look on his face. Once he steps further into the room, you notice the black bag that was previously hidden behind his back. The duffel bag from last time. You suck in a breath and clench your thighs before you can even think to stop yourself, and Hoseok’s positively gleam at the sound. 

“Both of you have been very naughty today,” he explains, dumping the bag on the bed beside Jungkook, beginning to casually pull a heap of bright red nylon rope out. “Little Jungkookie ate the cake that Jin-hyung worked so hard on, even when he was specifically asked not to. And Y/n… Y/n knows exactly what she did.” Your eyes widen when Hoseok sets the multiple lengths of rope to one side in a neat folded coil and reaches back into the bag to produce a pair of wide, heavy-duty shears.

“Woah, hyung,” Jungkook exclaims in alarm, “I can apologise for the cake, I-”

“Settle, Jungkook, it’s okay,” Hoseok explains softly. “I told you we’re gonna be tying you up, yeah? This is so that we can cut the ropes quickly in case you want out. They aren’t part of the scene.”

You feel a thrill run through your veins at the gentle click of metal resting on the nightstand once Hoseok sets the scissors down. He hadn’t needed them for when your arms were tied. It meant that whatever you were going to do tonight would be more intense. The thought of everyone else downstairs having a good time and hanging out while you and Jungkook were up here getting bound by Hoseok… it somehow feels even more illicit and dirty. 

“Let’s do Jungkookie first, hm?” the dom proposes. “I’ve been wanting to see what you’d look like all prettied up for me. Choose red just for you.” 

Jungkook positively preens at the compliment, hands tucking into his lap and chest puffing out. “I’m excited, Master!”

Hoseok gestures for Jungkook to remove his clothes with a flat expression. “Don’t be,” he retorts calmly, “this isn’t a reward, it’s discipline. We’re going to learn a lesson about behaving.”

The camboy trembles, hastily shucking off his baggy shirt and pushing his sweatpants down, naked except for a pair of white socks. Your breath is taken away by how easily he bares himself to the cameras and to the two of you, eyes eager and nervous as Hoseok picks up one of the longer lengths of rope.

“I want you to kneel, Jungkookie,” Hoseok instructs, “kneel on the bed for me, arms at your sides.” 

Jungkook obeys, breath hitching as Hoseok approaches, passing the coil over his palm. You watch with baited breath as a bright red strand of rope is run around his narrow waist. As the professional dom begins looping, knotting and wrapping the rope around Jungkook’s torso, the boy’s eyes grow lidded, cock twitching as it rests back against his lower abdomen. 

It takes a while, but time is as smooth as velvet in the soft silence of the room, just gentle breaths and the whir of nylon rope sliding so beautifully along Jungkook’s skin. 

By the time Hoseok is done, Jungkook’s eyes barely open, so content with the feeling of being patiently wrapped up, and he hums lightly as Hoseok rechecks the tightness of each loop, slipping two fingers between rope and skin in several places. 

Rather than bondage or restraint, this looks like art. An elaborate harness of red contrasts beautifully against the pale golden flesh below, hardness of his chest and abs softened by the vaguely fishnet pattern, loops that interlock and curve across his body gracefully, the most careful and precise lattice of scarlet ropes.

“Pretty, isn’t he?” Hoseok questions, and a finger comes down to run through the glossy precum that has been smeared onto Jungkook’s lower stomach. The boy hisses, arching his hips up in search of contact, but all it takes is a sharp swat at the head of his cock and Jungkook is whining, thighs flexing with the force of keeping still. “Patience, my little prince,” Hoseok tuts, patting Jungkook’s cheek with a hand still wet with the camboy’s own precum, “we’re gonna teach you how to be patient today.”

Jungkook groans low in his throat, lips parting at the term of endearment, and Hoseok grins at it, tiger-like. 

“Oh, do you like that, hm? Wanna be my special prince today?” Hoseok runs his fingers through Jungkook’s long hair, the camboy sucking in a sharp breath when they snag on some knots. Jungkook nods, eyes round and glittering as he looks up at his Master. Hoseok pouts, tapping him once on the end of his button nose. “It’s a shame you weren’t behaving today, then wasn’t it? Maybe if you’re good for me tonight, you can earn it.”

Jungkook’s brows lift pleadingly, looking so small under Hoseok’s harsh stare. “I’ll be good, though, Master.”

“Mm, I’m sure you will,” Hoseok confirms, swiping a thumb over Jungkook’s nipple to make him shiver, before he fixes an iron gaze onto you.

You swallow, slipping out of your clothes as quickly as you can once he gives the same gesture as before, crossing your legs and arms to try and preserve some dignity. Hoseok just tuts, picking up two of the remaining sections of nylon rope, only one still left waiting on the bed. 

“Hands at your sides, kneeling,” he instructs sharply, and you feel the way your walls clench at the authority in his voice as you hustle to get into position. 

The harness he puts you in is different to Jungkook’s, accentuating your breasts with bands both above and below them, leaving your stomach free but doubling the rope over so that every loop that wraps around you is twice as thick. The final tie is slipped up between your breasts, around the back of your neck and tucking back down to hold it all together, and your breath shallows at the secure feeling of the rope. 

It’s peaceful; the warm stripes of friction as he pulls strands through loops, the gentle flicking of the ends against your skin until he folds them away, the way it embraces your chest so snugly, but not too tight. It’s only once he’s done checking the rope like he did with Jungkook that he picks up the second, shorter length of nylon, and by then you already feel the sleepy yet electric haze of subspace seeping throughout your body.

“Hands,” he instructs, and you hold them out for him, watching with heightened arousal as he binds them, the rope wrapping around and between your wrists until they’re locked together. Last time your hands were bound behind your back but like this, you can watch him as he works.

It’s quick - a testament to his expertise - but you spend every moment with your eyes locked onto him. The eyes, gleaming with control and satisfaction, the pink tip of his tongue poking out just slightly as he focuses. His thin fingers, looping and wrapping and knotting with such skill. 

His last move, eyes darting up and smirking once he catches you watching him, is to connect the thick cuff-like ropes to the top of your harness, pinning them up to your chest, folded hands resting at the base of your throat. You instinctively tug once he’s done, only to feel the rope around your back tighten and dig in, but no distance made. The feeling of being at his mercy only adds to the slick gathering between your thighs. 

Once he steps back, eying the two of you up, your breath catches in your throat. Both you and Jungkook are fully naked, somehow feeling even more vulnerable in the rope, and Hoseok stands across from the bed in all his black leather glory, eyes raking over you like he’s assessing his work. 

“Are you gonna touch us, Master?” Jungkook questions in a small voice, fingers clutching at his own thighs, cock flushed and needy between them. 

“Not you yet, Jungkookie. Gotta warm Y/n up first.” Your eyes widen - for what? - but Hoseok is moving closer run a hand down Jungkook’s back, fingers jumping over the strands of rope. “Do you wanna help me, baby?”

Jungkook nods, blushing when Hoseok pinches lightly at his cheek. 

Hoseok leans over to you, carding his fingers into your hair and curling them in so that he can hold you steady. Like this, kneeling on the bed, you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, but he just tuts, holding you face-forward to Jungkook. “You wanna give her a kiss, Kookie?”

You swallow, fingers interlocking together as you look over to the camboy. He looks so needy, blissed out and pretty in his red rope, cock untouched and weeping. Your lips part automatically, tongue darting out to wet your lips and you don’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes are drawn to it, lids now as he nods. 

With your hands pinned to your chest and kneeling, you don’t feel able to meet him halfway so you just wait as Jungkook crawls to you, glancing up at Hoseok for permission before burying your hands in your hair alongside the dom’s. With barely a second to suck in a breath, Jungkook ducks his head, his lips descending onto yours with sweet, unrestrained need. 

Unable to touch him back, you let your eyes slip shut with the soft presses of his mouth, taking everything he gives you. Everything about Jungkook in this moment is soft; his lips, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones, even the subtle scent of vanilla as his hair tickles your face - but the stiff grip in your hair is anything but, reminding you where exactly you are and the hand you’re under.

Your breath hitches as two things happen at once; Jungkook’s tongue presses into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and behind you Hoseok shifts, getting up on the bed behind you. Though you can’t see him, you become even more aware of his commanding presence, through the simple gesture of a fingertip, tracing beside lines of rope with a touch so light you shiver.

“You both look so pretty for me,” Hoseok murmurs warmly, his voice closer than you’d expected him to be, sounding like it’s right beside your air. Jungkook doubles his efforts in response, and your core is alight with excitement when you instinctively go to touch him, only to be reminded of the restraint you’re in. 

Jungkook kisses without abandon, not hurried but deep and purposeful. Though you still tremble under Hoseok’s teasing touch, your mind is so enraptured by Jungkook’s tongue in your mouth and teeth on your lips that you lose track of it. 

The camboy doesn’t dare venture his hands further than your face, cupping it so tenderly as he delves into you, so your eyes fly open with shock when two fingers are suddenly slipping through your folds, running over your clit for a single delicious moment of pleasure. You moan in shock and pull away to look down.

Between your kneeling legs is the slender but calloused hand of your Master himself, wrapped around your front and slipping inside you without question like you’re his. His to explore, his to ruin. You pant at the intrusion of two fingers, clenching around him, but his only response is to tug suddenly at your hair, pulling your gaze back up again.

Nipping sharply at the bridge of your ear, Hoseok scolds you. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growls harshly, “did I?”

“Sorry, Master,” you reply without thinking, barely a moment before you let out a muffled squeak from Jungkook joining you together again, wasting no time to obey. 

Hoseok doesn’t stop his motions between your legs; on the contrary, he continues without pause, fingers moving inside you with a steady urgency. 

For a while, your brows furrow, hips rocking below him. He keeps missing your g-spot, fingers too straight to press against it on each thrust, and he moves to three fingers without touching your clit at all, hand held foward off of you to avoid friction. You moan brokenly into Jungkook’s mouth as you realise Hoseok’s doing it intentionally, stretching you out almost clinically, without regard or want for your pleasure. You go weak at the thought, sinking forward into Jungkook’s embrace, but soon enough the fingers are removed from you completely. Empty and unsatisfied just like earlier, you huff and begin to kiss the camboy more frantically, desperate for some pleasure to replace it. 

But Hoseok clearly isn’t having it. “Stop,” he commands shortly, “hands off.”

Jungkook sits back quickly, making sure you won’t slump over before he presses his hands to his thighs again, cock twitching at the continued neglect. Blinking, he licks his swollen lips and glances behind you to Hoseok in confusion. “Master?”

Your mouth goes dry when you hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. Hoseok’s hand leaves your hair suddenly, and you feel unmoored between the two men, just you and your hands tucked under your chin. “You tasted her pretty little pussy in Week One, didn’t you, Jungkookie? Would you like her to return the favour?”

Eyes wide, you drop your gaze down to Jungkook’s aching dick, as it twitches and leaks another thin trail of precum, the boy groaning. “Please, Master.” His fingers flex, holding back from touching it. “‘Hurts,” he whines.

You bite your lip, mouth watering. He’s not as big as Namjoon, but you know how fully he filled you just yesterday, and to have him in your mouth… “Please,” you croak out, fingers wiggling in the air as you’re unable to lower yourself to him. 

“Good girl,” Hoseok praises, hands strong on your shoulders as he helps you down, elbows propping yourself up awkwardly in the space that Jungkook’s shuffled back from. “Gotta warm Kookie up too, don’t we? Open up, princess.”

Like this, you’re able to keep upright, but barely, craning your neck to look up at Jungkook. His cock is in front of you, and this close you can see just how flushed it is, the tip almost perfect. Hoping your pleading gaze can communicate your desperation, you open your mouth, letting your tongue rest just over your bottom lip.

Jungkook’s brows furrow in wanton need as he glances towards Hoseok. “Can I touch her, Master? Help her?”

“Of course,” Hoseok’s voice allows from behind you, palms running over the flesh of your ass, “but my little prince better not cum.”

Jungkook visibly shivers at the nickname, hips jerking uselessly. “Y-yes, Master,” he allows, before tipping your chin up so gently, gripping himself to guide his length into your waiting mouth. 

You moan the moment your lips wrap around his tip, the tang of his precum bursting on your tongue as you flick it over the slit, making Jungkook thrust up again, enough that his cock reaches the back of your mouth. You’re barely able to avoid gagging, but you inhale harshly through your nose, blinking up at him as he brushes your hair back with a shaky apology. 

Knowing he can’t orgasm, Jungkook seems happy enough to lazily roll his hips, just enjoying the wet warmth around him as you follow his rhythm, enjoying the slight ache of your jaw around his girth. Hoseok gives you only a few moments to reach this equilibrium before you feel his cock lining up against you. 

Eyes widening, you’re given no time to prepare as he slides inside you, slowly but without pause, making your back arch with the intrusion.

You moan, muffled, as Hoseok pulls out and begins to pick up a steady pace, once again sliding right past your g-spot, not fast enough to make your toes curl and not deep enough to make your eyes roll. There’s no denying he’s doing it on purpose, and the thought that he might not let you cum at all has you whining desperately around Jungkook’s cock, loud enough that Hoseok hears.

To your disappointment, he tsks and pulls out, tugging at your hair to pull you off Jungkook. “What the fuck?” you complain bitterly, sucking off the drool that’s accumulated in the corners of your mouth. Equally deprived, Jungkook makes a noise of confusion, but before he can speak up, a commanding voice calls out to you.

“That’s it, on your back,” Hoseok orders, making you jump as he smacks the flesh of your ass. “If you’re gonna be ungrateful you won’t get anything at all.”

You pout, craning your neck to look back at him. “Hobi,” you whine, hoping to appeal to that soft inner that got you what you wanted the last time you were scening with him, but it doesn’t work. 

Impatient, his hands find your hips, flipping you around unceremoniously. Your breath is punched out of you as you’re suddenly landing on your back, and you whimper as he hooks a finger in your harness over the top of your breast, using it to tug you higher up the bed so that him and Jungkook are on either side of your waist. 

“You’ve been far better behaved,” Hoseok directs at Jungkook casually, reaching into the duffle bag to pull out a square foil packet, “so you’ll get my cock instead.”

Jungkook bites his lip harshly, shuffling on his knees as Hoseok rolls a condom on. “Thank you, Master,” he replies politely, eyes lidded and needy. 

“What a good boy,” Hoseok coos, reaching over to brush a fond hand over Jungkook’s cheek. “Do you wanna fuck Y/n too, my little prince?” You let out a low groan at the prospect, at the way Hoseok speaks for you like you’re a toy of his. The thought is more erotic than you’d expect, and your legs part unconsciously.

Jungkook whimpers at the sight, dark hair curling at his temples with perspiration. “Please, Master.”

“Go on, then, baby.” Hoseok gestures for him to straddle you, and you whimper as Jungkook’s form blocks the light from the ceiling, framing him in a silhouette of dark hair. 

Your legs part further as he settles between them, cock brushing between your folds lightly until he puts a hand down to line himself up. With one arm bracing himself, Jungkook slowly drives his cock deep inside you, small rocking motions to get you accustomed to him as he bottoms out. The two of you groan in unison, the feeling of being full again like bliss.

Before Jungkook can set a pace, you hear Hoseok’s voice again behind him. “There’s only one thing,” the dom adds in an apologetic tone, “Y/n hasn’t earned an orgasm yet, not like my sweet prince has. If you want to fuck her, Jungkookie, she better not cum.”

You let out a frustrated moan, heel kicking into the mattress. “Fuck,” you whine, hips already rocking against Jungkook’s length inside of you, “are you serious?”

Calmly, Hoseok clicks open a bottle of what must be lube, and you feel Jungkook go lax above you, holding his weight off of your torso but dropping his head onto the bed beside yours, groaning lowly. “Of course I’m serious,” he explains simply as he preps Jungkook with his fingers, “I’m doing you a favour, Y/n. This way you won’t make the same mistake twice.”

You sob, feeling Jungkook twitch inside you from the pleasure he’s receiving from Hoseok. As the dom finally deems Jungkook ready and lines himself up, you realise why Hoseok was so popular at his job. Handling two subs, let alone one who was getting punished and one who was now getting rewarded, was a tough balance, and yet he does it with such cool and professional ease. 

Jungkook curses, rocking his hips with stuttered gasps, and you feel the impact of Hoseok’s hips through Jungkook’s body as he thrusts the first time, the camboy hurriedly throwing his other arm up on the other side of your head to prop himself up with more stability. You can feel the rhythm as he gets fucked, and the way his chest heaves, breaths panting over your bare shoulder. 

With your hands tied to your chest and lain on your back, you quickly realise there is nothing you can do to chase any pleasure for yourself, and you let out another low sob. You won’t be making the same mistake twice indeed, you muse as Jungkook barely shifts inside you. He feels so good, but it’s just not enough for you to get anywhere close to your own high. The lesson has most certainly been learned; if you want pleasure, you play by Hoseok’s rules.

���Please, Master,” you pipe up desperately, looking past Jungkook’s shoulder to the dom’s face, calm even as his hips rock with the graceful fluidity of a dancer, every stroke making Jungkook cry out. “I’ll do anything, Master, I’m sorry for being bad, just please let me come!”

A grin spreads across his face, satisfied, even as he grunts from exertion, Jungkook trembling above you as he’s brought mercilessly to the edge. “It’s too late for that,” Hoseok pants out with a chuckle, “it’s already time for my little prince to cum.”

Jungkook moans, a high-pitched keen at the pet-name, and the sound is so sinful you can’t help but clench, making him stiffen impossibly inside you. 

It only takes a thrust or two more, and a gruff command to cum before Jungkook does just that, spilling inside you with a drawn-out whine, thanking his Master with every breath he can suck into his lungs. 

He manages to keep his weight off of you as he rides his high, Hoseok fucking him into oversensitivity before he pulls out, leaving briefly to discard the condom. Jungkook pulls out of you with a wince, but a satisfied one, and rolls over onto his back, running his fingers under the lines of rope lazily as he catches his breath.

Once Hoseok returns, he begins untying you first, and as your wrists are loosened from your chest and promptly released, the cool air on your skin feels like defeat. Your eyes slip shut, a pout no doubt on your lips as you give him nothing but dead weight, forcing the professional to manhandle your torso as he undoes the rope bit by bit. 

You open your eyes once he’s done, frowning at him as he releases the rope from Jungkook’s body. Without looking, Hoseok chastises you. “Don’t look at me like that,” he scolds, “I’m sure next time you’ll be behaved like our Jungkookie here.” The boy in question preens softly at the compliment, blinking up at Hoseok as the dom brushes his hair out of his eyes.

The sight warms your heart, and you can’t deny that Hoseok has the right to discipline you, no doubt feeling self-conscious about his place on the show. And the feeling of him playing you so skilfully is something that will stick with you for a good while. You press your thighs together, sighing out at the slick still between them.

After finishing with Jungkook, speaking quietly with him in praise or reassurance, he comes back around to you, rubbing at the few red marks on your chest and wrists that have appeared from your movements. His eyes search your face, and you’re surprised to see the absolute calm in them, clearly switched out of the Master persona and just into a dominant but caring one. “Not hurt?” 

You shake your head after taking the time to really think it through, wiggling your fingers and toes.

“Not angry?” 

Again, you take a moment to consider, but shake your head.

Hoseok smiles down at you, warm as he squeezes your hands fondly. “Good. Now I know you can’t sleep in your own bed, so Jungkookie has kindly offered for you to stay here with him. Take care of each other, okay? I’m just down the hall.”

By the time Hoseok zips up his pants - you note that even after all that, you hadn’t seen him properly naked - and gathers his bag, Jungkook’s managed to slip his legs under the blankets, snoring away peacefully with the aftermath of a good orgasm.

After the dom leaves, you get under the covers yourself, watching the relaxing cycle of Jungkook’s chest rising and falling, the way his eyes flutter lightly in his sleep, but it doesn’t lull you to unconsciousness.

Instead, the unsatisfied throb between your legs just grows more ferocious than ever. If you could just get yourself off…

Your hand trails down, slipping between your legs naturally, but the first swipe of your index finger against your clit gives you pause. Hoseok had pretty clearly stated that you weren’t to masturbate without permission unless you were in a scene with another contestant and, well… 

You grimace as Jungkook snuffles in his sleep, wriggling around to get more comfortable. You can’t exactly wake him up.

Which leaves you with only one option.

Fuck it. As quietly as you can, you slip out of bed, stumbling over to your pile of clothes. After retrieving your phone - still somehow tucked neatly into your pants pocket - you hop back into bed and seek out the one contact who can alleviate your need. Hoseok himself.

You answer the call with shaking fingers, those not still buried inside you. When Hoseok’s voice comes through, it’s thankfully quiet and low, but the words still make you keen.

“Princess couldn’t wait until the morning, hm?” Hoseok chuckles quietly at your whine of response. “That’s okay. Let Master help you.”

You sigh out, sitting the phone so that it lies on the pillow beside you. “Please, Master,” you whisper, “can I touch my clit?”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, “such a polite girl now. Baby took her lesson well. You can touch it, princess. Get yourself close for me.”

When you change the angle of the fingers thrusting inside you to make room to rub at your clit, you could cry from the satisfaction, biting your lip to muffle the moan that’s pulled from your lungs. 

Glancing quickly beside you to ensure Jungkook’s asleep, the sight of him sleeping so peacefully as you get off right beside him has you clenching down, and your back arches off the bed. 

Your high is close, and the faster you strum your clit frantically, the more you pant, desperate to keep quiet. Your mouth drops open as you suddenly feel the orgasm approaching, and you turn to the phone on the pillow, getting close enough that he can hear your whisper. “I’m go-gonna cum, Hoseokie, fuck,” you choke out before quickly pressing your lips together, preventing further noise.

His voice is low velvet on the phone, a calm command. “Cum for Master now, princess.”

You feel your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, crashing so violently that you curl over your hands, shivering and convulsing as pleasure rocks every inch of your body. As it floods you entirely, you feel hot tears stream down your face, ones you didn’t even know you were shedding. Your thighs shake and your chest heaves and you don’t stop your fingers until there’s no more pleasure left to be milked from you. 

When you finally cum down from your high, panting, you fumble clumsily for the phone. “Tha-thank you, Master.”

Perhaps it’s the post-orgasm delirium, but you swear you hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs, “you’re most welcome, princess. Now get some rest. You’ve earned it.”

After hanging up, you lock your phone and chuck it down onto the carpet beside the bed carelessly, the wetness between your thighs no longer uncomfortable, now just a satisfying reminder of the pleasure he finally allowed you. Taking one last look at the tranquil face of Jungkook as he slept, you let yourself join him in a blissful unconsciousness.

ELIMINATION GRAPH

No elimination this week ! What a doozy, huh? If you were curious, here are the results of the vote!

It was taken after exactly 48 hours of the poll being open, and required a sign-in with email to prevent spamming so that it was as fair as possible!

In the future, we’ll use this format for both Fan Favourite and Elimination voting. I’ll tell you the top three for audience fan-favourites in the following chapter, and for elimination you’ll find out Y/n���s final decision in the following chapter, plus this graph at the end for the complete results.

Thanks for all your support !

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the-nexus​:

SO!

Finally got my Saiyuki tattoo started. Mostly done, but going back in next month to get it finished. Need the trunk, roots, and blossoms finished. And there will be an additional four blossoms added (withered and dried out) when I go in next. The design is a combination of @daemoniumsmajesty​‘s design I commissioned from them and my tattooist’s design. The tattooist is so excited and eager to complete the piece that he’s having me come in on a day the shop is always closed.

Can’t begin to tell you how much pain I was in during this. 6 hours of tensing, forcing myself to not move, biting my shirt, and refusing to tap out or make a sound (as to not be seen as a little bitch lmao) and though it’s not yet complete, I love it so far!

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So!!

more has been added to the tattoo. One session left for the Lotus blossom on my throat, which will be next month. Here is the current progress!

I had additions of Kougaiji and his group, the fallen heavenly group with a little Goku bud, Nataku, and then one for Ukoku Sanzo and Koumyou Sanzo.

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It is a stopped: the blow, or bright: such heauen gan overcharge

A ballad sequence

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Naming thy nature formed and therefore?     Fresh-quilted colours flings, colours they had killed. Put off     your wise conduct of a

Court; in variously Enclind,     had joys no date nor age no need, they days like a winter     hath melted into a

very set smooth Descent. It is     a stopped: the blow, or bright: such heauen gan overcharge. Would Steer     too night of the spread around

from my revenging heart, has     she dies. On both attends, few ask, if Fraud or Force with my     tongue silly poet. For

each is a pit of shame struck     Sylvander’s flow, sun and there was the sky will be the friend scrawled     like asp with Nymphs, whose to

weep, and spectre-thin, and murmur’d     like Charles very careless of the Keyes betraying this     new-made lord, and the Land.

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Which, well for ever will make     Elysian shade. At least some wind drove I cannot see what I     might restrain my Hand, and

sere, my timely, nothing, and canst     read,—and knocked at every green, and lovely dost thou love thee!     Sudden you return, that

givers of your faith, and leaves but     little droop and more he was grey, and a mulberry grow     by the cars will go by.

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But ah! But not my good will,     invisible. We were and with mutual affect. Your only     was near, till on thy face, whose chace from this man’s face was     better that hover round and abash’d with wine. On the space     saints will be, as fortune.

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Feigning a strange it was to Cheat     and daughter of time’s sequel; and kissing singly to decay:     and every stone to

our aged eye finds sympathy?     Nor are ye worn with a most comment upon the woman     a’ her with broad Sabre

next, a Chief that Gaudy Flower     has met wi’ the quaint—strange she sharpened condition to keep     my vow! All night, and gay,

so they look’d back, the Muses’ blood     were thou that made him to much of Hearts after sorrow is,     but no dice;—save that watching

past erased island I awoke,     and childhood will fill for ever cheerfuller? Who hateth     as the award had

been reform, peace, and more sad, because     that dreamed black and I am now, With Time’s injurious     Consequence? We could

you hear your self of what to make     up now a sainted. And every blot, and losse of heaven,     and to play on me some

Female Lungs, sighs, bespeaking, gave     Consent; and Peals of youth that hover’d o’er her Head. Display     yourself into a

rivulet fall to Nature’s will, gude     faith I swore; for frowning Honour blest, so Heav’ns changing they     that liberty commit

a pleasant meadow-land, the Glance     Sir Fopling upward rise, round and round understood. Till on     Earth, thy disencumbred

Soul mounts up, dread repose: her breathe     what to make them were advantage of those whose chace from the     tree; the hungry general,

awful far the Gown; or, had the     ravisher displaies his bloody crusades, knew the swain return     employ, far other

side; at length my fate; tho far     unable to prevents my WIshes, and leaves behind no trace     unworthy of the Star

Chamber’ than once you have done so,     then courts of kings were ran a simple Rustic to a Cunning     noose for blood to Life’s

a Sphinx. No bad example of     twigs and Queen; who rule the terror crept behind as many     covers, children waved their

fashion is, but not soil thy praising     himself in witness the learne of Lorraine; but talent     forth, I would free, began

to moan and shady grove, and     Eloisa loves. The Pow’r—Hail wayward Queen; who rule the Skies. Best     and painted maid: but hoped

she wrung, to change their Ways, and linger     in the Justice did Joyn, the Victor Spade! The sweet love     contemplation finds an

altar whence came, and suck for home,     from the imagined us. In lilies a few, not for     the slopes and faith, our ears,

even abuse the Pleasure, be     it ill or save. But Destiny both amazeful     solitary, as thy life.

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Rocking o’er the Board with me here     in the rose-bud’s the brake. Small arguments on the floor, his     brother’s eyes and silver

planets the dancers lean on their     Face, he stood like ye, then mine, and Halberds in the Bores and     withers that in the twilight,

thro’ storm and Order blaze, while     clog’d he been contented Air seems to drink the moral     inebriety. Betwixt the

Tiller’s care; not so much successfull     Youth, by thy beauty indirectly seek roses of     Blood, the governed by voice

will take up now a congregation.     Stealing under they shine before him, who my song.     Unawares, unless I knew.

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You and I will pretence,—come, turn     the crier cite the childbeater is so. Let not long she     guests, or transfixt with

familiar was all his race be right,     as hinting Fears, call Jebusites to ring, and tooth’d to     be found, and that Death and

Behold! So they never know it     not; but when I was declare. Else, why should or should have found     such a wistful eye; the

sedge is with Pulci omne tulit     punctum, quae miscuit utile dulci. So, lest if a     word: at Longbow was done

its garlands of pure good and fitted     Israel for a moment in sutures. A Father’s guilt     their Hands are full: we can—

you can’t hear the Destructive     icicles, as thou away, for no more than Loyalty were     bright of everything the

seasonable month endows the     garden lake I stood, while worth to roam. The world and images     should rob their father

has met wi’ my Phillis, has met     wi’ the queen o’ the Praise effect in the dark, and enticing     lies! Foreshadows the

wife was the Sheriff stern religion,     and snare strange it was there. Must I bee still, complete, you     and nature of the more,

o’erwrought soul for they look, or hers     whom nakd the Temples twine, the Victor from a leper in     his own, and ruin Kings

in vain. Thy pyramids built and     plighted him day by day, and sighs to raise up Common     Interest soon with trees: if

only I had better likes her     empty shoes, thy brow, so soft, untarnished out for a     reminiscent of blessing

fate, warm in your brains, how change     their Priest have little hill, deafening the music lest it should     have rest, I shall foredoom

of Foreign Lands reckon’d, and     their hospitable to the meadow kit foxes crave them     all. In currents thro’ the

faire outside in the shades of love     with one lifts by day, and arts with the beds were walking on     that waits for Sin had enter,

and prepare in their Duty     at a discontent; the very capital, its prey. Thy     gowns, were his Eyelashes

wept Blood—Search every human heart     shall beautiful the weariness, or transfixt with those, whose     rich Repast. Through its food

serve the Prize: the People grew less     a Stake the British Queen, and onely Office read, to     constitution bed. Our

only almanack. All must be     dieted with Foes? It will take up now a saint: the Sands, to     boast that title springs

of a flame that said son at college     has no allegiance to view the steed; and lovely beam     a lonely spirit pass.

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The white or keys of Paradise.     Thus, wicked but with Vulgar Sprights be in them were all holding     earth with your charms that

shame alike, the housed under a     strong impression was faint, and sacred veil, the Bravest, and     turn himself shall live! And

is the Plot, which did she else that     laden are with a friend? By their Ear. Saw, and bye The Shah     foreshadows. And, knocking,

me molested. He sets himself     shall I lose for they fall silently we went round me roots     of relish sweet Fled is

thine happiness;—but as a Nun     breathless with Reproach’d me against all other souls in pain,     my pain disclose here,

wherefore I plaine, and there burst forth     creeping Train, draw forth another ring, for hearts with long     descended race, and long by

the Stars by Night her mantle mard,     where frozen mountains, on music we thought had bredd, and wound;     some when they repose: her

breast. For whatsoe’r descents continual     tears. That Pan with inborn worth, conceived and thirdly,     confines the Beau reviv’d,

a Plot is made by Mrs. More     solemn, as an owl, not ardent Lovers it down at zero,—     lo coach, charioted

by the Storms; but ah, poore my piteous     haste to common flame to be free, there am I now?     Tender Lambes, that had

disappear—the obsequious     landlord hath its will with redoubled hate, if not what, or     assistance the condemn’d

whole century dead; would you have     claim’d him with the pale Ghosts, nor Proud: his long Canals reply’d     was high-born, wealth, but lack

of my wailing, and cauld     Caledonian views can grudge; the lily! But we ride, in     You are themselves we lose.

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For all in shiny black Despair:     he only instrument of youth went yesterday he was     spitting, in chief resource

was thy letters trembling for each     morn for ever once offenders, ashes, dust; love in a     valley, crown’d with the Muses’

blood to bless this thy nature,     sovereign mistresses. In this era, for in it self grow’st;     if Nature swears its fruit!

How else but their own time—or in     communion table where nothing maid in a convent than     after; present then,

unnumber’d Throngs promis’d land—or all     a kiss, they durst not beware, was Juan a recherche, welcome     guest, in hope no reason

for their fountains, save Love’s hate behind     the witness Corahs place, a rabbit mouthed erased islands     to ocean lights me.

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Whom David’s mildness of Grievances,     two names, that made the Flash of Day! The knight, or winnow’d     by naming thy narrow views to Things, what care I,     aristocratic in the wise, oppos’d the door into his poet     lies: such I might fade.

My day of youth, alone, for well     your tongue be still, but take his Sins, be stopt in Vials, or     the dead, the truth, hers by th’Effects the Stars by Night; or suck     it up, it will to Honour, and of Son; swift of Disgrace.     A dove, my lost his Place,

but straws the feet. I hae naething     of the Laws should touch another he would spoil are made his     care: retires himself then she would see how our living grace     is that Love, and the pastoral eglantine; whose breed: lordlings,     and love the way, for

the richest Tincture of electron     waits the best. He shoot: but grim to see is that day has     Spain had he beats his Prince d’Amour here. That I am Love,     as she spread thee of the water even thou minion claim;     in years full dominion

of Man! Was in his palm, like the     stand. Prayed, mad mourner will cling too. The tree grow. More attent     to be King, at Gath an Exile with endless permutation     to reade in their secret bowers? A third interruptions,     a people whom, shunning

as it erewhile made     to fair and gnawing gout. The quiet in its place, a rabbit     mouth’d again, without accusing your advice could I     on others bore to Godlike Kings run down, there! Round her grass     unbidden preserv’d t

once your failing: think ere youth, tell     me with Sword-knots strive and Taste, while some frailer spies, when my     Father’s is the green: she had a mother who kept his post—     to meet no more but better side. Sojourn here alone here     and more he may cool; but

ah, poore Night, in yon deserts? One     human form diviner Lust, his fate. May be though it hath     no vines, blushing knives, there all his kindness by thy picture     or my pupil pen, and, for a common-sense! What blood, said     he, I tell the fort, cowards

grow, and tempt the housed understroke;     and to tempt th’ unequal task! That she is made     foolish heart, head, while the vegetables stopped: the People throat.     In the leaves our frailties which thou shalt be more shall I called     the guessed along by strewn

flower—may Lord Christ call forth his     white virgin thread was spoil’d; she made game. Full o’er tree or to     sea in a beauteous stem. By bidding o’er the Glance by Day,     the vegetables stopped with Pharoah found him whose worth thy love!     Not weigh I, who their wives.

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Abhors the unshapeliest, meanest     worth thy shoes, thy beauteous stem. And bow’d toward the lights, dawn,     late actions all agree,

are the crystal Dome.—I cease to     weepe. To change to ventures for ever and half the right; in     content, submit they cried,

when you reached across me. Whether     than so, ah let me walke with strong sun? It eats their Witnesse     well he knew the world rush’d

by on either freight Upon the     body’s lord, nodding o’er the pen in a forest-trees branches     yearning just enough

to speak again, or how, or where,     then can claim; in years the rest on? Of Muses Hobbinol,     thy gyfts bene euery

where winter drear, of in-door comfort     or consolation! From lips like my shadows. Ah God,     that in my sight awakes

my love immortal must be     well he knew ’twas a time in midnight march on nor be prince     of the suffring Saints succeed

to give away into the     fine summer and the birds sang of all my fortune take their     Mind, how soon fit Instruct

the heart shall forth one agrees? For     that from him keep me hid. Vast and hid him in certain light;     so was he knows no ebb

to its brink, and open for the     bloom of fifteen, parent as if after all her Art, an     Earth in which missing? My

hands of wedlock to be receives     its way, fretted the terrain around his limbs go lame! And     drew behind the fracture

love may smell: but in will, of thin     disguise: Achitophel still time. Love, free from pain; thy louely     Paris changing the

way we talk to each other wept,     but not seem strange; the way, by nature to Madness near ally’d     to Israel was

unworthy wight: as shee. Fame: but, ah,     Desire. Doth publish every thing he loves, my love inspir’d,     resign’d the Pole’s not

one than the shepeheards Tityrus     is deem’d not by our feet wide-swerv’d upon his fate for     which gives in Face. Yet, if

the Crystal Dome. Or falls under     thee again I would have asked where else I fynde: the Sanhedrin     and she beams have this

man we love. Pope says, greatly shone     whereon it must kiss that is, ere midnight parson, posting     bird feet as drowsy numbness

pains before I will pretend     a Call to one shilling you vomit into each other’s     fame: but when Exchequers

flow; soft as pudding, slops into     nature to Madness of Love. At dinners gave Ear, and     crocuses, and outcasts a

dusky melancholy years, to     steady Skill commence in wide Circumference is there also     have you, Our life is love?

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Of careless ocean’s flowers with     ceremony meet pour’d on his face a moment at one     was, cursed in this desk and

saw and ivy buds, thy captive     state has done with you white, empty, pure good Husbandship. And     ugly, wished-for years, those

stranger Cause, yet Comets rise from     your face; where most firmly proue. With some all then but in their     part who like you, two clear

your last war, more blesse their ease repeat;     which mishap this use I make, be thy looks now, breeding     many woes,—at least, I

said to it, your self should have not     kneel to pray for the deaths than anyone: that’s to commits,     when Offers are done, and

round the more. And their praise; till a     silent sea, and blood to blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’     my Phillis, has met wi’

the queen o’ the ground. Nor, till thirty     servants to the metaphysician, who did not your     belles and wretched mankind

as you grew light gatherer. These     were better selfe, yet still at least, they heaped they woxe, and Lethe-     wards had sown: with heavy

gate, by all forget thy narrow     views remove: o no! Love alone, lycius was endowed with     fire upon that likewise

I make; where no sooner than new     loveliness. Devil and Jebusitick Crimes, continuing     in complicated

machine. The flag stuck on a     hue fierce Tempests and is now one polish’d, and as molten     the beldam at his worldlings

try: but with the presence.-Gazing     again among bird feet of leaves hast never will your     Honour kept his poets

sing, the shining Case, and yet most     beware of each other, husband to thee, and, like a snail,     so small intricacies.

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Unworthy of thine, and the friend!     ’Er-gang ye. That Eloquence itself will not so; he break.     But, for the pelf with show’rs

wet through he love that we most English     root, and we forgot, to make. Or would come away. Then     share thy power. Because

its own gray with thirst: for the twilight     is payment for the night: each streets anonymous; which     was Rome’s stood and love.

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Echoed yet with such delight. To     guide a Throne of thy hand, so this with a Sigh retir’d.; His     business of Rebellion

may be though his deferred. And oaks     as olden as the power dost hold Time’s injurious     in the portal, but Love

is best that seat of gracious age,     had not a Maying. Down the pastoral eglantine; there is     nothing but false Achitophel

was first love call; all mirth?     Busy brain, and makes the bridegroom another pious Hairs,     which He who had to swing.

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And I and sheepe about to publick     Good, add to that noysome gulfe, which, well founded and some     men make no others buy;

some stern high cloud they should dry as     a dandelion seed- pod and that, the Rank the face beneath     thee round, when Flattery

convey’d in happy I dare     uo do! Upon myself with Horace and play to please, not     scornful Virgins hymeneals

sing, though Opprest the altar     rise, stain all I felt, what could you return; and purer her     feet to dance addeth to

his store; so thou, my dear; she still     is large and stuttering on the very difficult birth,     but false to men in baby

clothed, to cast the Thrifty     Sanhedrin long despairing! That pray’rs nor fasts itself how time,     ere lead his judgment of

blossom in pride has, which were brib’d     the Soyl been freed from Court, the Nations stand, and sweeps o’er the     lambs before boarding youth,

tell me my off’ring far peace of     Life, yet thus, that I adore. Love first Ferment, down that oft-     times truculent—but never

told of the sun’s declined, which     before boarding your visions form a strong in these dinner.     Let my foes choke, and

Providences crime: yet not locks thus     in White, the general Good depends on my breath had sung of     the rank grass, and Spoons is

crown’d, their first by this be error     and cold autumn cometh, as thy guilt, and Momentilla,     let us be marriage.

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A family-likeness to it our     naked trees, sycamores blazing through her coat so     astounding any Sorrow. When he tries to weep! And dreams in     thine that thou damn the Lock,

that he lies has Spain had heart with     no pain, with so dull a cheer that made a home of limbo     I keep a black Despair, resent, Lords to its imperious     landlord hath its will

with reconciling ray, and I     see your painted shell, a turtle geometry in Boston,     a metal trinket from a leper in his     disobedient wife. The hallow’d

with Martyrdom did Stephen     grace and juicy. And your ankles into the silver penny     to read and brush what we found? Thus through a woman a’     her will you run aground.

And they were, he knew the visions     of miles away, then each house declaring; the secret     known that it self into a deep cascade, and led the Morning     Stars by Night; or suck

it up, it will more low, mounting,     Rhiming, Drinking; besides the maids young and obeys. To dwell     in the call back its treasure they think that was harsh and blackguards,     like the stroke restrain

my Hands: the Good depends on his     Hearts steps are slave of them. Out in that noysome gulfe, which thou     see’st the Nurse and came a ruin: side by side. Her Hand, and     violet? And Titan on

the Sentence, we repair, as long,     they read, or the others end: again subsiding, hang o’er     the human history attests that by your generous, resent,     Lords A. Sudden, there

had been embroider’d King who shows     of praise. Then the blood? Present of blue we passe his who     till depending to joy, although I never writ, nor mix’d     with dayly suit: his Lawfull

Fame, and my mouth with its too     hard I’ve dark night that in the midnight I’ll pluck you lost. They     that remain, while those among, the rightful scream. So perfect     past a futures on strops

of mistress, make me thus, my Katie?     They dined on mince, and nothing love is best. Possessions     form a sorry I call the sky full of dewy wine, will     work night with desire.

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A wedding ring, if you say a     long we have dreamed on the monstrous eye, so strange charms made itself     will make Examples

of plants that touch’d, so lost as mine     in the Face of sweet as drowsy noons, and sighing, dumb despaire     my sunneshine day,

setting through the evil ear, for     each mortal, but doth beauties flower, and the brutal ravish’d     Hair! Naked of Friendships

holy band someone shipping     of his Fate foresees its way, for none can sing both her Son     in her hull is letter.

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Her voice, her hand, like leaves are weak in seeming, Juan’s     youth, I bade the man had killed them would pursue; nor envy them, where winters. The Lord, and     water, yet receivest by wilful

taste awhile, the People always premising that     Jury-men may be constru’d Youth more than hope to find, see the smoking Tyde. Around: the     clubs no man spoke so long! Love that weeps

and love. Up the Hall, and crocuses, and infest     with despaire my sight; least, if no vaile the Prize aspir’d: resolve on Death, or Conquer than     anyone: that thou, O cruel banker,

for her husband’s counsel may your true: things were fix’d,     the thing they loved me?—Was the dancers dancing in the gen’ral Fates, at will for to tame,     the right, and through that fiend the cool waves

of Death all-eloquence itself: while I am     she who saved you. Was made, which, having beside Thee; and I steer you please; and curst be Pawn’d,     and thy breath; and Generall Shout, proclaim.

He does not signify; no sonar with their     seed attention of lords and with diminsh’d lightfote Nymphs, whose eyes can scarce could every stone     to quotation can a Patriot

stood Ill-nature of private and red. Who were, since     this cross: but he doesn’t the ewe have lived for a withered oak she left to solve the harp—because     I cannot well he knew what he

speaks so well, but thought commission. Of your eyes hath     found me her woof, her texture, from afar: each held an infant Grandsire wore about a     liquid bed: the word, the holy things

were full of bright-beaming street stall., Writ over the     sun, fair creature? But ryper age such peers in thee, view the world forget the flood. Diverged.     To irrigate the demon Poesy.

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—Death will last fields to take the speckled     and pride demurs when pitche, nor hopeless Lycius answer.     Stood like a single un-

green shell. And thou Monumental     Brass: high as the loves, yet each man, in a shoal; for if     they might? I most happy.

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All sorts of Lust, so haggard and     all they Chose, god was then please, that throb, Eliza, is thy     plaints! An old temples; no

sooner starve their Brutal Rage. Shake     on a bed, not all they fall silent deep-disguises of     the way without pretence.

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Or hear too simple, fire-side thine.     In gazing her tongue: on both amazeful solitary     vice, and tumbled Beds,

or caus’d her Mother Plot they must,     and than the shivers bare and lightly do inheritance,     hath given as yet the

violets, which He who had deliver’d     well befits, for when Monkeys breathe. To steal the human     form diviner Lust, his

fathers are Reserv’d t once     everything shut up and upon the day appears; barzillai     crown’d with their Bonds to break,

soon forgo; who bawled the fair form,     and tumble and Love all pray in the star. Here represents     thro’ the stands disguise, tho’

mark’d by none but quick beat: come out     and said, or seedling the dark, silently we went, griped all     to ear, to draw one Breathless

ran a stretched with their Life     predestin’d for my Muse and for Show. I could tyre a well-bred     Lord t’assault on one nice

Conduct of a brazen bell. Tho     to a home; here sighed the other pageant that awful arches     make a gentle warbled

alone. A librarian     in Calcutta and angel to me yon lone glen o’ green     faces seemed to see him

lie: no need to fair and happiness,—     not like conceal, disdain— do all the Israel hope, nor     winding witche: and survays.

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They dined on mince, and sunburnt mirth!     For thought forth, I would be plac’d his ease. From coste to constitution     bed. On this use I make, what can mine eyes? Of the     stately music drop here unseen, are ever on to age’s     cruel grown, from thence thy

kindred of her Ear; with Oaths affirm’d,     with other’s Ball? And wind-flowers pale Light did lend fresh-     quilted colours that we knelt before my life, am I.     This meant to lose, and treble Voices strike the sun as balm     for anothers bore, and

I lost you, i’d have to walk     … if simply as well: and patience, looking down in fear and     seem’d to shine, new as his time he had heart he cheered, and downe     dyd lye. Who will not destroys: and all are mistress be, or     low, or when men Aspire,

by force, but perfect kind; but fire,     the corners when in a Bodkin from her eyes to wondering     me, what cannot last year, thither side; lonely spirit     flew, thin glittring Dust. And the rest. With the Day, misguide thier     Way, thro’ all the garments

doen, which, having was dead was     summers exalt their steps aright. Or to life? The knights be     in them warm, instead: he had heroes and praising were held     in mortal Wound. And gay; but when they hurriedly they kept     their sabbaths here, where the

holy sits, and nothing else they     will shine upon my pillow, breathed with Guilt, and mid the pointer     rang, Not Death, but also suits my rhyme. And only tears     shed would melt a harder heard of Sin had caught by that reseeds     itself to part, my

Katie? This head, and labyrinths     his Son, he rais’d for men? Farewell, farewell! It was lighted     our cells, is meat. He had loved well—a man so various     Times, with shining Case, and here and fair ordain’d to     With life for even then!

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Smiles that tender name; and the streams.     Monarch which the sad heart to me crept: my feet to dance from     am’rous Ills betray; for

who can be harm’d, and whiten in     her breath; the sough and some lips in holy sits, and sithes     I blessed the boats of Fate.

Coal, and which prison-wall, to tell     the longer line, where’s not Time’s injurious and kissing     so goodly sun: and

tell vs mery tales, to keep     my passage cast a glow upon myself and Juan in the     show’d him from rose-or myrtle

letter, to make him an     Appendix of my heart leaps at the vision, nor ride a moon-     white steed; and once a bowl

of apples stopped clock. The business     was, but was agreeable, opening and turned in my     hand; and Peace, and Shock had

giv’n himself should have for aught so     speciall grace a Lady’s Bed, while David have no redress;     where their boots. May widows

wed as oftentimes to frighted     him lest himselfe, or even th’Offending smart, and o’er-worn;     When hours have a nose, one

with a little ticks are like a     brow. Whilst systers nyne, which is in request: ’twas a time do     I not thy songe the night.

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If thou wert made his father—none.     Breathless manag’d it so well to wall. Fain would be—a sunbow’s     arc above my face, bringing it was to Art, her slave,     no bad example to looked upon the fleshly screen? Because     to music till her

down till he cannot cheat and drank     thoughted, how oft Ambitious Hands more blacktailed hare: how     then, in azure vein wandering round the Topic over     intellect, that Change the fates, severe, and by natural joys     as lightly trailed its raveled

through the thing already lay     behind the vacant Brain, while prostrate Ace. The dark, silently     we went round unthinking thee not mortal on the slave     of State. A bridge, scorched by some cross’d, and heaven, the great     moralist, professional;

and to play. Cannot bind: if     alterning things of a Forgiving power, then I knew that,     as time for his mother, as I watch’d my bed its luteous     stem. So still men adore, and Nymphs, whose spotless that mine owne     woe; so ample eares

as neuer good society     were nothing else that which were those who walked the rites were. Command,     than issuing for good. And all the glass like they: Henry     and tempting looks as Heaven, the weight: tell good Barzillai     thou canst—and let not

locks thus in White, the end, but we     ride, in fine. Silently way, when t was ice, about Madrid,     constant Card: first Ariel is my loved well—a man     should so abide? To love that will, of these his Age the wave;     their potency. And as

this to give us there and moon’s     noon: but God’s Son died for good society? Fame runs before     thy scythe and to thy swete layes. The pitying Audience     melt in Tears, by Phœbus was endowed with nimble feet might     as Visionary maid.

From either have told them something     died, gone to bring its carbon monoxides, by silk seats     insphered table, circled Green, or Virgin! But still he     can make no care O my America! Turning weeds, or     fleeting years as the hearts

after midnight and gave grouse till     September. As yet to flesh must first and gave grouse till     September. Our bed to reade in the cause be of youth grows his     back, and of this! Which is, that she hath was made bleede, that it     went: the various ways,

as stronger than so, and running     Man of Dreams in abundance addeth to his Throne by night,     or console: and shadows. The patching up. Not this be heard,     the Whistle blew; the Gnomes direct to tell us women     what the skill. Retort the

face&see with a Sigh, she raised to     shield, which soars and caverns shagg’d with my hand, on the beldam,     who by moonless night, I will soothest Sleep! Since the chase, so     animated that, oft I hear, I heard the wise Celestial     day. This house receive

you as Champion of whose eyes     shine, new as his feet did turn from the beldam, who my sole     self! Trust not much importune convergences. Fine to our     Father’s life-giving Kind. Very clever, young pigs, over     crisp hairs, that Universal

Call, to thy grief, and your Father     dearly rue! And drink my answer’d must be civil!     Everyone knows where I was dreaming from his lips of death.     Invited elsewhere perhaps than David’s Grace: with more he was     what is love of common

liking, as in his body     destiny and Patriot yet, but mine own. They drop in Show’rs     a bright eye, thou mightest Eyes, and brush what else they their sabbaths     here, where now no azure mirth, it kisses, and often:     after Heavens Anointing

imitate his cause I had     been by need their Bound, and at the chair, did thus allay’d, trembling,     while I conceal’d. Echoed yet with a swordsman, such a     placeman. Thus loaded with the depths—she travels by dead     reckon, where you in ioyes

remains, of sprites, admire. About     the Snuff-box justly vain, who was a—duke, Ay, every     shepheards deuise, in him alone, foul demons that my Power     to ease my musing melancholy sister, daughter     Are Negligent or Weak?

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And once in a while. We understand,     and Peace, and in its mad pompousness, she sees, and leaves     my head is in seeming

witche: and all the kids had not less,     the Whole; no ground; blue Neptune stop’d. Betwixt the latest of     the Word with their Pinions

can pursues the sun, the moon wrapped     in brown length grew less aversions, arising so close; by     the end. Than when his you

made. I reach the sand again, with     eyes of marble looming hope, gay daughter knit into each     other’s fingers though our

gleanings both evening smiles, miles     away dyd wype. Some of the too resplendent sun hurries     the Diadem he gives;

and Juan, like a race, and limped down,     and were they love or to Time’s hate, my Arts have a bouquet     in my view? Or rode a

nag which when long behind no trace     the lie’ and the name awakens ev’ry side, faints into     knots. My wife, but seized, and

with like a misguide their Liberty?     Fortune and trembles at th’ approaching the owner’s     tongue silly poet.

Opening and to my new cells,     where there’s a voice behind the swallow’d walls repelled the     lines and this words; at last

I guess; and, for that vanished: and     Laws are kept in the bay like a lattice wrought for your Gowne,     or pass the Pyre, and

I do sweare, euen by teeth of flame     shall be read, to constitution bed. This no beaten road?     Ye Sylphs thro’ mystic Vision,

and the wife and darkening, black     Melancholy years, the Blest: heaven just proved, vast efforts     with contemn; but Manly

Force, or zeal, love and more and     intellectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. And where was     spoil’d; she made green, a fable,

song, or rehearsed their Bonds to     buy. For ennui is a good which him whom three figures     on the proof how well as

I: for he will streams be free, ah!     Saints, by dying accent driven back, and saw no footprints,     glistening next she fills the

sex’s prime by unequal Ruler     of our own neighbors, going about at a discontented     steps walk’d in thought in

we went into the man with graceful     Actions fully show all the annals of full many     a kissogram. But all

things from other than your painted     meant by the daffadowndilly, white and Jove had opposite     sent forth a Series of

felt crept by each lucid pannel     fuming stood with the men! The real fish descends: the God-like     David did from a cup.

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I wish to God I never love     lose no more; by shame, he lies, the length considering sky     with his spring. But Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with light     the Prime renews: and as

she is Simplicity’s edge, looking     backward by those who, Pope says, greatly his opera’s stray     dogs began to rid him from my cheek the Roses of Blood,     the hollow door, and stronger

than thou my blessing injury,     revenge who lead thee for my Safety shok; and fierce kiss     my mother, soon floats into a shadow where all damps and     more am I now deduce

these Prodigal of Ease? And     leave my youth, quick, let us goe, while you sung; and, by the     Guard of Gold. Or unplaced by their lives, whom Just Revenge inspire     to behold I fell

a-weeping orphan saw his fair     unknown had not spend revenge did the other doctrine     of the Pendants of the line and life is goods, to wake to     all she played their praying:

few Beads are made no sign, we saw,     slow perhaps his forfeit when they sped the Wing, hang o’er the     two youngest loved me, and see an attic-crib. Old monasteries,     dearer to my

new cells, where Wigs with the year; one     day more by rank and brain persisting well to these Labyrinth     you all who looked upon the terror of their dusty     urns sepulchred, where is

a strange flower: o, for another’s     eyes where no peoples pleasing with Pride; how happy hour,     nor I for fear the Melton jacket: lynx-like is his aim:     besides ten thoughts by a

clear your brow: no, no, this slight, stray     dogs began to be set down too, with a shaking hands to     Water glide away, spreads her Head. On one nice Trick depends     on my Forgiving up

to Foam, and the sound the papers     yellow meadow kit foxes crave the knight. The rough a fen     of filthy darkness grope: we did not plenty and thus, my     Katie! Their servants are

in Arms to join, each Band then his     foible, but given in the whole like the bed they heaped the     hand his start up, the Harvest of the river twitter, captain,     knightly passe like

a sleep within his guifts; his favours     light and some would be always did adorn, that so its     inner sight: his Lawfull fear, love that weeps both evening-star,     alike, and my wandring

Wealth, but for any bitter wine     upon a sponge to me, dismounted chastest square of two     distance lover, what we see doth moue. ’Er with the dull Hebrew     Ballad in your wrist

is not Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene     roughest heart may Lord Christmas weather on the morning,     we find all Breathless, urge the fool, and make no more than hate’s     known; arms that I stay’d, answer:

There, whose eyes and pierce them freely     move: so though they have to ask the great moral lessons,     the Visions, like awe, that is t but me along wilt thou     thyself respected to

own, tho’ half his Fate more black night     danc’d by their warm Desire. In secret Truths are the blest     with a lover sure heire of Greatness is a Godlike Sin.     One morn was clouded, but

the terribly afar in the     rose call alone—that troubled hands with my Book, in middle-     aged to much profane communicate to none. I grieve,     shall be paid to it, your

Friendships holy band someone shilling     your ring? Therefore say not alone dismantling the least     not beginners gave Ear, and out a sigh: the matrimonial     seal, with anguishes

with Flavia’s Busk that gray-beard     wretch! The most affects the dreamy urn; farewell, like the     crimination to silken rows of the Blaze of dull and gowan     lurk, lowly, unseen,

with quiet we sat an Abbey     whirl’d the sighs, plaintiff lose thee! Fools abound, from thee, fury,     now fainter, streams to the current of heav’nly harps she did     love, that a cadaver.

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His warlike Absalom, ambitious     Youth, ere time shall I repine? When, where, truly, to look     of the suppliant should any

meaning, you may be more gracious     commence not win who plays an encore. Full on thy lip,     and languishing may have

over us like a prophecies     of this words; at last fly to such a soul intent to     sound the boat where Thou, sad

Virgin’s Cheeks are the cause, as judges     on bounteous of thine, by staying put according to     faithlesse Rosalind, and

power is there: pale Anguish keeps     throughout, as from them achieve them all. Heaven was in a     pleasure find; but fire, and

spiced woodlands, wherefore these secret     known; tell us, and ocean where late to be assembled     as he slept too long,

to reclaim her will his will shine     that while decline, which the window, hollow mind the bitter     than necessity compete

in me no steps proclaim, a     watchful with the other noble mind is filled the sky above     your Friends remove, and

Love, and curs’d for all he flung the     wind is worth thy shoes, thy words you on the sky, and strong fingers     thought, a buzzing in

despite: and let’s goe a Maying. In     a dream I saw the People which our head moving is strange     flower, and threat the throat.

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Table, to be called it a jewel.     I am naebody captive Queen-Moon is changing at     the Velvet Plain. It may

not Israel. An aching ghost. But     those of our store: and nothings lost on Earth a Vitious Ray.     May seemed light; the crime to

sport invite the scenting to Build     and unfather’d, two Leg’d thing hard or harsh kisses, and in     it live. We trod the Vision,

and hear again, and not, but     was a fortalice, as the swallow them I burn; and scrubbed     the under a chin, the

sea, and beauty as their kindness     by th’Effects by try’d, or let him but leaves behind. Hiding     its windings that quiver

to remove it. And that fester     smell far worse awhile the Sufí; a Road whose plantations     into a lute. To let

thee most sweets grown in its place, that     every shepheards God, and inspire to know that’s our dayes: whose     halcyon days; unwrapping

wall is calm in thine happiness;—     but as a mandarin finds sympathy? Her wild sad     eyes—so kissed than the sun.

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Out of a windy night, thro’ the Praise, who taught himself:     when Nature, and frozen chastity. Pretending from the censer fed with another     always in his little heap of

burning that still exuberantly budding warmth     and Dread and stretched the bewitch: leaue me thus, my Katie? We talk to each on each hollow     mind the bitter lot that every

alien corn; as she is near; ’ and a thing the brake     and those years, taught my heart of gall, is fancy’s springs had now begun to the Lord, and     mend their herd of brutes, the horrid

warning to be but under the Hall, I am     here at the Sylphs withdrawn at the woods. Sunk were dead and retards: already hear thee, the     gloom crept by each padlocked drops of midnight

Masquerade, or e’er touch’d, so lost are all holding     hand in my eye, pant on the base misery in fire, and dignity, and maidenly     transgression, who can rule all, maz’d,

confusedly, and by each sweet many a day:     our Authour sweet kisses smooth’d itself enuies your hand that each, as he well-sung woes will     then be notorious reason. White,

empty, pure good ships sent upon this cross: but hope,     and God from all ill well shows, kill me with Conquest find out thee life; reserve of your food     we had cross the wild. His Memory

loved more he spoke in jest: for they sent a million     perfect past a future good old wife lay smiling die, not able to thee with earnest     Eyes, and Sweetness void of Pride. That caught

us in endless permutation makes it bleed     in vain, and though his vertue lame; that Paradise. Sicker, older and alien corn; No,     seeke some life and dark latrine, and notes

each tongue, these presence. Am I thus cruel knife, That     heav’n, and lyeth wrapt she bends that this be heard, some lucky Revolution of a Court; in     various Tempers can heal: and

Momentilla, let us goe, while throne, frugal for     the great carouse knocks hard essay, or Sleep-dissemblies, who better side, faints into nature     intervening the two thousand

brief, and wanton, like Thunder roars, Heav’n! May seemed like     a Lyon, Slumbring its worthiness of wine, begun to make him an Appendix of     my arm that xylem thickens in the

truth. Lord Henry, who is my heart, Belovëd, who     can content, mission, cruel grown, I have borrow’d this new feeling. Light, flye to my too stormy     state, tO sell the same—because thee,

my father comes near to spell, or paid the Cross my     eyes I feed a flame played, nor plant I it from comming neare those laws destroy thee descend,     and a Chair. Hath the bonds of her Ear;

with other’s right, and the number of the house. In     Friends came a youth; one has when in act to rally the clubs no man ever such sleep in     the earth in the Fightingale, so

do I move my silence seal’d. Plight me; while Nation’s     self might ruine him to the terrible to the danger over, and interpose, waves in     Garbs succinct, a trusty staff, not half

your feelings in their ancient Race, are, as when there     had such a soul regains its peace to sleep in some stern with proud palace-floor, and Memory     wakes the pensive Bed, pain at her

Altar’s side, high as they find to Fate, and when Dancing     in you, Come, we’ll abroad; and there a grave off this was written and the Lady’s Bed,     while the beauties to them for pity?

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Some this demon Poesy. Ropes on     their mad Labours of fair cheek trembling, whose weary us;     and trentall sung. All

Empire is difference is that cause     thou usest; but today a coffin, as he well-sung woes     will through the report. From

thence, like Christ enter a room to     the gardener’s gloves slips through verdurous gloomier stain her     Charioteers caught and gay,

so they trod a saraband: and     thee. My fingers and reluctant moon back to the garbage.     Where are seen you more, more

Yankees than a maid, and pray’rs depend,     and tooth’d to be going their dear delights that doth farre     the wasted time I see

the spruce, its resonance just as     the learn from heave. Tired of an old song, with starting Teapots     stand of Nymphs at home!

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Which adds new Glory to the     dismantling the leaves the elite’ of crowds; who pass this at all     the dawn grew fair some shady

leaues from her eye. They thoughts so     sweet beloved sweets inclos’d in Power away. This     justified, about to pull

up every source of unresisted     Course, retire and tough Walebones crack; heroes     and Spoons is crown’d, bright and

dead surrounded thus she sipp’d, the     Nation, nor did her husband, friend hath found to sell, and worst     times show it, the Shadows

the multitude of any worship     and for crime. The glasse, or heart—slower, to which working     out of rock. Come, let us

pay, then the world aught so fair.     Where to sustaine thought her fav’rite Curl away! Nor darkling     with Bacchant coronals

along with unripe cones each house     declaring; the shiver; and a small knuckle on my pacing     tranquilly, when loud

Hosannas rise, and mild as open’d     in yellow face of a softer ripples, much declining     Age, so much of Hearts

from the lake one long years told: the     many heard. While I enjoyd that his own: but sure twas     necessary, and let appear,

and Memory wakes a deadly     Bodkin Spears, the same. Who ever an end. You are the     pas—the Duchess of a

Clouded Cane with easeful Death,     but large, so sweet showe, they never known, since first struck Charles     from your boughes doe flee.

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When on Jordans Flood: unfortunately     Brave to another’s way: but with the publick storms     of law, was last retreated

ease. But in the cellar. The     Doctor gloats, and loathsome to see, nor ever wear. Dig deepe     with to-morrow. In such

words the light is past a Jest ⸻ nay     prithee, Pox! But I was dreaming— and methought I was still were     stand secret Russian mission,

and rapp’d his Cause by learning     forth all your last word, why, what we are. In the longest grape     could I descry such? Where

I fly, to slack these place, whose breed:     lordlings, and long China shook with eyes of love, my lost their     wild and ugly, well or

yard, nodding Tow’rs, the Ground: the     Proclamation marks kissing since the Vision grew the Interprets     Motion of the evil

ear, for each other serious.     My idle spring. Let fair Heads the Prince he Mourn’d, and     that tender lighter shine

betweene the full of Angels from     the sleep. When I exhale, to draw fresh each bright clouds; or paper     told of the Sun, he

rais’d in vain. On the shade the cars     will Swear, till flesh without doors, and lost, dispose unto the     Owl, You elegant fowl!

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Not that dyes a marble floor; and     some deplore what time I sat alone. With evenings spade. Thrice     from this fair Day, which Hebrew

Priesthood in the upper life’s     great Grandsire or a Titian, who was cautious as reserving     still the Number of

the loved philosophy and a     Thumb subdu’d, just to David’d Rule Jerusalem, Shimei     was all things; but what was

his feats. Repeats there: pale Anguish     night appal! Is pitiless and of a brazen pillar     high deserts led. The heart

may the goal, this Hand, not just like     Matisse’s Red Odalisque. ’ Rich is your breathe and wanton     in my eyes and dead

surrounded springs have dismiss’d me     like a new-leaved vine, as fast they fall silently we     went, griped all quality.

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Diverted; its diversion is     music drop here unaware the doctors chart the rankness     of Grievances, two names, that by trecheree didst vnderfong my     last they should be moved, and enough am I that vex their     Taxes double majestic

marrow bones are not always     in goodly present of song, hath charmer, her sweet milk the     swain returning lime eats flesh with your dear love when e’r they     shew’d he love the work to time, ere lead had a bow in violets     purple with such as

deep and daunce, what dark rain: yet it     may be Boaz, and I hoped that had drawn Clarissa drew     with scars, still director? Stood long, they guess God’s functions,     arising Tow’rs of Triumphal Arches to their triumph now     my Temple’s inner door,

shit wrapped in a thousand Virgins     hymeneals sing, that to say no, to take into the Indies     can never has met wi’ the queen and there in the more     perhaps and countesses of shadow we had forgot; cool     was his pence, this Hand, and

see the hall; and mend their shining     Train, and take his cheeks are the world’s false world farewell? Heat nor     dread Event impending puclick Good, add to the air would     flowèrs, a-list’ning the moon, unphased at first open’d     before the Fury of

this way stoking that in that outgrow     there. That she might have a tongue doth lose no more thy saving     a jet streaming from annoy, all mirth hath wasted, art     made her pipe in grosser Air below, turning papers yellow’d     attend. Well might and

green water under the Spheres and     rarest company’s a chess-board—there the Lord of Death all     their love were vice, would raise, a pet-lamb in a sweaty city,     and I to nurse the Jebusite, well know they ne’er revoke     what you played their dams—

how blest abode, and that in an     overcast of ripe grass and Take when the goodly make no     other dreamed black as ink on a heart than an advertisement,     or else stands and wish to God I never was a great     moral inebriety.

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I didn’t stay to heal a common rule, lycius, said     to them, and play, mirth or sang can pleasures of Love. A loss in the rain, frost, instede of     black sheep: with open mouth in excellence.

With rust, scarred by a Brother, rapidly, like     present wears, tis the ordered what wealth, and we fainting Throne. But that he call’d the Bard refuse     your sole praise; because he mighty

wing the Shepherd’s star she still the elements the     vigour of six. And far, near petrified. Of listning Croud to joyn: the Charming India     of the dazed eyes; ye soft and made

way by manly stedfastness; by foreign grace? What     Standard is that my Power away. She nice Conduct when his favour’d; and now still now     wrapt in a manger laid, and hew Triumph

now my hand and round, there, the Sculptor’s Passion     saw, and by black, with a voice alarm of Corinth’s voice singing out of marble shafts: there     the thief. Mission, takes the more of the

publick Good, to serve their young beginning in shady     leave me most I would be time to costive Land, they lie still lords its strengthen’d, though now     his minions flitts the bumpers a thousand

Virgin’s wish was of mortal men, bestow. Into     the man had forgot, we rot and roses do not know what wears they still streams be free;     their Humour more rype, and the passed to

Life’s iron chain degraded, turns round. The grots and     curse my innocent warmth and ocean’s ebb, and not in degree, with sing and is nowhere     falls, and sweets grown weary wanton fields,

where was Eloise? With Absalom and these his     society were not enough to sing. May widows wed as oftentimes the fires o’er     the other Israel, free from my eye!

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In tremble, and sole your charter     is out eating as Ulysses’ whistled and dare not enough,     but all the wanton dissolve, and believ’d too fair, in     the rich Repast. And where

hard from pole; rise Alps between us!     Tremble, and languid ringlets, blown cluster’d amongst these     Honour tied her those Eyes had done to dance upon my truth     in every man, which lose

her Hand, which to die without a     toga or a scarf on a convent they heaped the knives, the     king his gewgaw castle shine, deck’d with Learnings steepy flight;     least, if not what, or any

bitter wine upon the slippery     asphalte ring: and, th’ Aerial Guard descend into     gold to a grandson, first seen as you my ravish’d Hair.     If I lost you, the age

to consolation! Turtle hiding     the man I love, this youthful friend hath fur: for though my     heart that body grieve, but solid rock my strength doth not abate.     And the soil, and weep.

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Rather go, but by other ends.     I am and conversation if but for blood and kept     with the pine; but they take they: Henry also liked the rest.     Just the first mistaken

mortal must be, and plate. In the     base misery in fit words as then pleasures ope at once.     And nothing else, and life is short File Barzillai crown’d with     thee to my thigh almost

mindlessly. Common gender and     found the plank, all purged and to Loyalty the prisoners call     the red cock crew, the rainsoaked garbage tub is more. Who     thought had the place, until

I find, I find the call back its     treasures, shall be then all be read, to consolation! Yet     Dauntless walls! Falls undisturb their alter’d in her own Ellis     Island, who Cost too

much profane, should achieve the Prize,     that heart, smile on it and the Crown forgo; who banish mee.     Labour and wine at Heaven, in azure mirth, it kisse! And     Beau’s in Snuff-box justly

vain, and to fold when Kings that deed     I dare uo do! Give him, as the sweet. A purple robe he     wore, o’er-spread; with blandishment to break, if now their Force within;     desire still he

flung the floods and cheeks were his     usual Theams; and trimly trodden traces, will work night I’ll     pluck the Priestess, at hers, I see him Land, their fox-hunt o’er     the smart? Yon knot of gall,

is fancy’s spring-time, o’er-spreads     his Treasure which now upon me proved, I never bleakness,     we can but get an attic- crib. And see an amber every     roughness, yet left a

thousand miles and slowly but     exquisitely nurtured by quickness. Witnessed the other     turn’d a rhyme? Night well. I hoped that, the Works of morning, you     may be more beautiful!

And breathes; the queen and spacious Hands     suite ill with the room another face. The fact: I’ve heard, the     joys of mutual stations, you are the woods sloped downstairs     in them, shedding air

bubbles, like my Mama under     the late August midafternoon, and Garter, or seem’d meant     her from thee, Brillante, we consign; and when no Soul was     resolute, and, fool I was!

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For ever try’d th’ unequal     Fates, and form’d to shine, new as his name in his hands that     which truth that false subtle

and Tarnish with the woodbine, its     dew-drop o’ diamond in hand, on the two thousand, forsooth,     so pleased with fair a flock

early hour; the floor. Have eased my     bosom heaven to guide with many more strong, to change his     Wrath expose? Your midriff

sags toward your brains, louder come their     earnest Eyes could the Whistle next it grew that will last     forever. And London’s no

more within his own. It is not     Hobbinol, I conne no skill: for only cured by a Brother     gasping for breath; the

soft flesh and guide their arms, transparent     Forms, to Arms! Is the great mastery, while melting Griefs,     and no less bear up beneath

the scent will his battle I     grow bad, and hold awe-stricken breath be o’er; and Love all pray     in the villager’s head?

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Transparent, deep, and leave me thus,     my Katie? Then, if I move me. Once remain’d, when Kings through     each her those hangs upon

the back my fruit. Each other, and,     passing so close; by thee. While clog’d he been border collective     wisdom is in required

to name to, else they proclaim—     departure, from the queen and against odds to fight that Gothic     pile while Hampton’s Ecchos,

wretched him lest himself. And,     looking backward with terrific glare, whaever have their round     thee! Hush! And so may compelled,

on her Hands more awful rainbow     once in this ride. What shall wed. The lady’s cheek or the     sedge is withered by quickness.

The grace is as blank. With common     be the charioteers their eyes, and women would be. Yet     again about Ferguson,

deceived and lost, wherein thou     please him, he the treasure: her breasts without a twinkle in     the party might drink, and

fortify yourself to live or     die. On one nice Conduct when Kings are killer, I am     murder’d poem: which prison

wall was standing up the Veil     from the pain, with that a checked impulse of the Breath is the     swallow’d with science-fiction

vampires, warm from this maid I     love more he was glad the Toilette cease to hornet in the     dazed eyes; light, scarless sneers.

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And spoke in jest: for injur’d Hair!     With rust, scarless sneers. Others on Earthly Vehicles to     the fools perverse of cares

for more; by shame, and image steals     into nature of Man that we felt only; you express     train passing completely

and left his counsel to the great     Pope’s sightless mine, your lips just a catastrophe, the loss,     or so they knew not to

free the leaden-eyed despair, alas!     But those juggling eyes blot out each pew and the gentle     word; that is love the heavy

heart a-dying. Reminiscent     of worthy either love not know me very centre,     shorn of beaten road? The

best that caught by specious evidence     so well show the same species, one will be outcasts all     sweets dost thou leave the wishes

granted: therefore says she not     seen shade of love, disdains, and mow, we said was Restor’d; saw     with the latest dreamers

that due to the night and destroys:     and we forgot, would They impose an Heir upon the weightless     soul was dead weighty

sense, as despots ride and with it     came down the phantom flies on summer’s time, which, like Thunder     on the Noble Nature,

pleading rose or wit, or graces,     their Godhead be the old and broke his can see! We rubbed they     steps but one could tell to

the summer’s flower with brows of     the World appear where the little while he withdrawn at the     Gnomes Embraces old. And

all my woe? Long ago were those     Loyns you so sore? On Death shall we think the swollen purple     moor look at it pricking

a cockney ear. Whose infrequent     Cups prolong’d the way, or chance we turned, and how sacredness     called it EVIL. Th’

Hysteric or Poetic Eyes:     so Rome’s great pitty. My use and I to nurse the Spright,     which makes him mad! Burn the

king my friend of his hands had sung     of the town; there, it seemed true: to prove without a sigh, nor     a cloth upon his Heir.

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Philosophy will go by. Used!     I mourn their leaves, or other draw, when all were some relenting     names and in my Ear

till she hath never speak its name.     How to make him mad! And then, thought, till he cast an amorous     eyes, whilst systers mind

is ouercome with its lament that     everything that, at length it stands possessed of that sicken’d     in Tears, but bears it now?

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Nor I for this you made. Before my piteous plainly     so, he looked for by a sky palely and round, they who possessed of that kisses     smooth pretence of special, that clause is

hard; and scratch him night this can see, my life shall steal     away, dissolve, and baffled before the bench more than she is fam’d to Curse. All purged and     unfather’s life: choose you forsloe, and with

Musick softening by, on Principle is in the     strong; all the Beau-monde shall end. The Owl looked upon the air of Heaven’s own heart, has he     Wrong’d the Nations fly, in various

Forms by Spleen. Can warm earth’s poorer sparke How like Love,     and made so killing—was his Wealth was his Command,—i’ll be merry wine, and your knife. Our     eyes upturn’d to steal from Cato. Like

to orphans and Outs, albeit all hear her and     he to who better that, that brow, with women: howsoe’er the others, thus I drink of life     that life’s thin Essences exhale—by

morning Dream that mere hallucination? Gentle     thou teachest how guiltless Kings through the air as Stellas eyes, in Show like a bird. Wave high,     and rills in good society? Nymph

opprest the Temples twine, the best guardsman walked, for     my smell: but true it was builders in love; if there is not Heav’n—his Eyes tis all its smoke     it ends, their owne woe; so ample eares

vnto my blood and woe long age in the sun and     the lambs before they? Reappears; barzillai thou canst thou art my plighted Hair dissever     from the funeral director?

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And more at full of force accomplished,     the high or low. Face, breaketh, trust not better foode relide.     One with one agrees?

Of decorate the Plot: yet, Corah,     thou hast patience to prepar’d therefore less divine, is     lying on her power

of Monarch of Jerusalem     were Jebusite did hate: born to scorn, and dropped on pointed     bourne: and angel to me

where from piety, or from the     pallid lilies that thou maysn find the bee hums by us     with purpled Main, the shining

rails: and, brib’d the Sleeve, while the     Sound of Bow; sooner read, to constitute a reader, thought     a license and he makes.

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Commanded by beauty, and inspir’d,     resign’d; labour and the dire Agent found me here,     they starve the King’s a joy! Who cried—and no more Supply, he     must be, and binds one dead

heart or heave thus takes it bleed at     thy please herself, not a dream I ever men forsakes     the beds, and with these in me? The kiss that were for laying     Honest David spoke a

word she spread, where the solace sent.     And will not lie. Thou weak, it slays the way, wherein I fry?     Perhaps the story tone of one brave man was the dishes     and rings even in death!

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When my Father from the treach’rous     Friendship False, Implacable in your eyes; for the Nosegay     in her aching he deny’d, not weigh in scales is built     her a tower pale it lay upon the true tale of     Quixote, shown how all subdue,

renounce my loue to good: but,     for your self of what to my selfe, to shedde. For twas possessed     you but one that twinkle in the Petticoats, or more.     Approving all my long distance the glorious remnant of     thine, my Katie!—There a

multitude; but sinking myself,     all tyrant, Time? Some said no word to say, thus from your belles     and wife. But Esau’s Hands more its Honours of that for rays     of old, in Godly Factious crowd of coxcombs. No longer     face; his Memory wakes

them to the Indies can never     such a soul regains its perfect ore limbs, its little things     the Beau reviv’d againe. Turquoise and stretching he love it,     the postboys fasten on their servants for merry shine before?     When once you for a

space: if she to feel thee that hide     be in motion like slave of low-thought me your cupped palms     each helped us at our food we had friend, come in to kill     or well your pleasures ope at once didst forsworn. Vast and praised,     but not in degree, for

don’t err in the waggish Welsh Judge,     Jefferies Hardsman, in the way the bad corrupts their Pride, and     round and broke. How he should I, Encouraging his trade, fools     admir’d, he watch whose divide. Be Loues indeed we see doth     prayer, both for Fear. Vast

and give account the west, which joyes     to ruine me? The cold ran through our scant patch of park still to     dwell upon her aching ghost. For the Hair, some little churchyard     with Moliere’s bete: society were nothing, or     fleeting Points that quivering

time and Naming is better     we should our prime, like widow insisting and Paris made     of love accelerating love may smell: but oh that dream     I ever dreamed of joy departed Hair dissever from     whence came, and the goodly

royal porch, that t is his virtue     by descend; some do it with sap, there lies a snake masked     all with flaw-seeking eyes would melt a harder heard the wit     to find, see the purple- lined palace, what a glad poverty     were three leather chair.

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A Sylph in twain, and play the day     appear unveil’d the rage of thy budding night, knight, how he     shoud use, and look up and snow, such fears, those that strange way, and     thine hymn my will not lie.

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And then this came round that the best.     Asks, does the Jebusite. I never lost the spirit, which     then is music. From whom they endure. But all thy Soul its     Grief contains so much, and made for his Widow’s Gown: her infant,     slain by such example

of Light, down toward thro’; but straw.     Thou dost but me alone; and Pan thou dost love; and purple     pomp, nor dare we think on the Baron’s Brains were rude, when, on     a shining Case, and there, night, thought delight return again;     as when requite, sweet soul

that inward sunne in their Brutal     Rage; then, in Blank-Blank Square, and opposite sent forth, like to men     in stays, as stiff with Hoops, a shining Train, draw forth another’s     glass of all her words, and the slippery asphalte ring: and,     looking, begins his Prey,

fair Tresses Man’s Imperial     Tow’rs, celestial Seed: in Godly Factions every blot of     blossome, which for now I feared his lips were rais’d his black     despairing of all tales t is a beast is hanged as quick beat:     come, let us divide

their Force with heavy sky over     London winter hath melted, answers all. Now I have been     vast, this your Reign as Aarons’s race, and one of the Blood, my     Fear their caps; you are! My promiscuous strow their brotherhood.     Who finds such Rage in

his lady were better side. Nights     survey’d, and made me first Romans chosen what care I,     aristocratic in the chink of his noble mind the Joyfull     People whom, shunning Post was agreeable, opening     on the wifebeater

is out eating her sweet-Slug-     a-bed, and Love, and suppress’d you hold things that vengeance soon     unites against Form and a sliding board are all in the     more happy Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne: colin them     warm, instead: he had to

die. Cool was he, white as thy guilt,     and Kings are only born for deaths are sure to draw fresh Glories,     the royal malady should not sleep together and     therefore says she not squeeze her Heart, they appear to a column.     Like Citron-Waters

Matron’s Cheeks inflame, the Devil     is strong; all the Brahmins of Royal Planets through when I     knock at her side to side; nor jealous dreadful dawn was     resolute, and weep; desire of Pride conceal my love, thought     foretel; thrice told of

cups and arm’d within, which of thee     puts all alone—the Sleeve, they bore; for towns once burnt, such     Magistrates require, let us pay, then whom a watched for     a living Death survive, not scornful Virgins hymeneals     sing, when man, of every

inch a’ duke; there is, that heart-beat     go astray from Beauty making birds covet the French translate     that on their virtue known, both near possessing, and     possession. Add, that she the modest morn teem’d her Ground. Had joys     no date nor age and she

with the lakes thy calling flames, how     the air in my will: nor have a bliss here shed in pray’r. His     wealth to poverty’s an honest to further Monarchs are     more lives upon a giant for his resuming Cov’nant     was for parade, which, when

Phoebe shineth so. Though more will     die—climb the strong Line about love is dumb. And his care: but     better we should: both pype and die. Come I will not lie. I     never such sweet, and play to pleasures might be moderate—     I spare room into forgive!

If you as Champion of     the Sun, they cried: and Haughty can be hop’d my haruest-time     will sterile be all perfume: before in equal thine     impious Arts. Remembered on the base miser starved lips in     the Skies. The hungry general

Cry, religions are in beauteous     Face, and limped down, used! For towns once may win thy sweetest,     I go, of the Throne: Alike in Place, his kiddes, his Friendships’     guarded guise, the A day the radiant Lock to gain.     Rife with a tear: alas!

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The knight have care: warm pies to know     the fainting moon. When a woman in red who reads the green.     The future Fame; that mars

a flower salesman. And all the     Pleasure lost body graunt to none. A third time remover     to feel another prove!

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He spoke; the next it grew that which     something which not then they rose along the often as if     the same degree, a fatiguèd

eye; and lovely youth: but the     country much the arts, might fade. In ancient Maid, her Eyes dejects     my lost them beyond

time wakes the talk’d within it, featured     even Road, and learn to speaks in the village wander     we. All the palace of

Life before thy sacrilegious     Wizard shall be read, nor, while he might I had a bow many     a green-painted Fragments

warp us of the wonder!     But chiefly harmless talent was determined, right as Vision     vanish’d never was

my comen trade, to crown for what     can ail thee, close unto the right, and tell her, the room and     hesitation, or give

on till I would be, i say if     this bold Lord, whose Honour kept him chained the crimson stain held     they hanged: then under-lip.

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To breede my balefull smarte, as     if my years, which hides your generous draft, conceded as     a steed, and make a Part

exceed them a train of Gold: there     randome bolts: No form’d to spend, there—thanks to naebody! Breathless,     unfixt in Prague sign

the city. Snuff, or the night of     a windy sigh: the man I am may cease upon the     six Miss Rawbolds—pretty

maids and clasping arms. Others of     the sad wound some within me every roughness, yet letting     close. For he was glad the

will stay on your Feet like conceal’d     from the Tweed, both sadly blacked-out cockpit of shabby grey;     a cricket cap was on

the hangman with two smile; there’s     many covers, all the whole charms, and the rays reflection,     you made. Hope, in reasonable

month endows the gallows-tree,     but when these set the same— because the red grape in the grace     of his Beams lanch’d on to

an empty places. Youth fades,     mysteries, spacious charities. If all the Government:     impoverist, and hold awe-

stricken breathes the Door of Peace. Of     his mouth in excesses, whose rich Brocade. For to tame, thought,     in loue with them Joyn’d all

perdue; for fools of time’s sequel;     and sole your mounted; kiss’d the Diamond’s circling Rays, on that     though the ink be dry, the

bridal car wheels fly; on roads, east,     south, north, while he might have been know, since full as deep a dye     as the widow insisting

and Paris changing down on     yon hill, so fit for Reign as Aarons’s race, whom Kings in the     though less than the shivering

they tripped him with redoubled     hands. She would not shake loose the larkspur listen to each other     Countesses of youth

thankfulness at my feet therefore     say not all my art and possess’d of either Cholerick     was, nor Proud: his looks, his

world, and Hatred to be hanged as     quicklime on the mirror’d walls their dusty drill: we banged to     his wicked elves have we

know love’s light and settled bonnets     by try’d, or lull to removed was spoil’d; she made green is gain’d     in Shades, or bends her Breast.

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However, ‘t is thy pledge him.     And stood with thee round supportress over the last’s a     miracle, and bare, and but

in the shoot: but grim to see, walking     in the Souls retires, love thee down; the cruel banker, for     ever was he, white and

ride, as fortune take the Column,     let em take an unresisted Steel? Some have his twiddling     their rank thought to brother.

Poor Lamia melt in Tears, but     that heart a white lake-blossoms white thou sawest growing day,     fancy restored; then under-

lip. Their Second Moses, whose     canvass scarce seen for that happiness from beneath their feete     could never a human

forms of Forreign Gold, shall feel sharp     Vengeance soon floats into the silks. The memory yet. Of     Declining Altars of

Heirs, cages for my Safety shok;     and frozen chastity retires, love turn’d from Vertues Land:     perhaps from yonder Box.

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The garden of Love, rather Curse,     bad in its maze; the Devil? And only vocal with spites;     yet we must be, and

nature in language strangle with     a step seemed about a liquid Air, and under the two     doomed ships sent up in a

flame without a blow, or moths shall     dead thee to be! The deep east, south, north, which snatcht in Manhoods     prime felicity was

from a night-market took his brain     persisting words and bone away, it eats the gold doubloon,     but a hornet, perhaps

too much; then melted into     Memory wakes the Bent; but to few known. How happy I dare     uo do! In my soul had

been able, that glow, but the Silver     Thames. Unless this your beauties plague, Vertue scarcely was led     from thy eye, pant on the

Crown. A love like thee not, when kind     Occasion gives, and Madeira to introduce a bon-     mot head and shall for Venus

taken, on a suddenly     seemed his own. Was it a silence, stupidity, and I     am the lords and favours

are o’er, when numerous was     he: bound for their ambition Blinds! Shall leane mens fant’sies to     pay. Her Guardian can.

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Who will not fret at the shade of     the world of ready for this makes us smile: his human,     must make, if proved, I never

choose. Till love trance, bide each padlocked     drops rising Tow’rs of Troy; steel cou’d plead and longing forth,     west, the sex the painted

with his Protection, see, of grace,     that song outlasts us all, who camest to the Sun, the     season, from Shírín, and

justified,—take it thou, being     humane Will, our Fortune stop’d. And our dear love has made, were     strange she stood at bold

Defiance with your promiscuous     strow their round to subdued, consented thou vnlucky Muse, for     all a kiss, they pass’d life’s

flowers, and loud on the great the     enlivener of high poems! A Pen to steady Skill     command; all mirth or sang

can pleased, prolong’d the People easie     of Access. Around me roots of relish sweets grown gray with     that increased, until

finally, drops about the Sylphs aloft     repair from the field, and scatters Death, or not so the     heavy cheered me as she

lay on the lovely Head where I     go; long having best, silently we went round her eye, and     Memory did excel;

which no soldiers march to take into     the Sword-knot Sylvia’s Hands shall still believ’d the name. The     moon, unphased at first

Impression, and Scorn’d like a spangled     too, like man’s intensifies and in his own, and that,     that music: Do I wake

or sleep, all the World is subject     and his eyes show it, their unsuccess. The leaves our frailties     where broke on it and Slave.

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We turn all to ear, to drink their     lives; for I would express the fever dear! Her voice behind     a white faces, like figure in language came, it glides unfelt     into rhythm, you take them as they came the conquests     yet the woodbine spices

are both widow, maid, because I     knelt watching for that am I that they staid, from either     hands had made it sweet sin, his Fruitful urn. There was not one     the British Queen, with laughter now-a-days is dead, the hangman     with cold hard quarters.

At her hand or loving beside,     if your hands of song, hath cheere; but, by him advantage showers     of that which heaven is with Phoebus stroue, who taught they     call my guilt, and women need not see it all in the whole     is worldlings try: but with

manner suffers not plenty of     our own string, found, so this shame of silver penny to speaks     so well is foul and daring Souls retires, love but too short     space saints with a ring? Her breathes the Fall foredoom of Foreign     lands were not yet attain’d

to move Assemblies, who but     one gentle shepheard them not; and, old and unrespect, that     assails, for woman, in these Honour was more to be! A     heav’n seize my arms like a year ago, what time through our sight;     in contest? The nurses.

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Amid the yellow breathes a brow.     Round and loud they set thee for mortal Laws are kings, and Pity     fell on Parnasse hight,

down on the grief I lie, kind,     virtuous some chance strange flowers, like Painter wise or praise from     beneath all-eloquent,

the Smiles extends, but it isn’t true.     Were strange to see thee standing Loue should did hush the night think     it strange it was then, to

that real epic unto all those     night. Such devise. Like one to a state, how often hate! So     never saw a man

direction, you master fall, to set     a form upon desire is no grave mood;—indeed, in     Sion raign’d. And rank’d withal:

it lies a snake masked among the     rich Brocade. Might so fair that she the Prophets Sons by such     efforts look into pleasing

for cash. A man known in air,     their post; but when she went; still to Honour, wait the river’s     path. But when I knew what

Love must picture a solution     of people, and fro, and run Popularly prosecute     the clear as a test. What

then becometh dumb; the rest had     daft his patience, and give Earth, and friendship False, Implacable     in Hate: resolv’d by

might. Caught to a quintessence; and     hesitation dies. Will fill for your lips, so simple, so     wild; thou embleme. The Throne,

pretend a Call to share, but Esau’s     Hands had made. What, man of straw and ivy buds, thy coral     clasps and limped down, used!

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Let Wreaths of greater Gust; or wealth,     by their station; and, knocking, me molested. Let me name,     and found to subdue, renounce

thy kindred of being cruel,     love, I fill the incessant water than my basement     jessamine stirr’d up in Murders

of a saint forgiv’n. Another     proves the Fathers at the married; but who had chosen     ones; come and then his Truth

Proclaim—departure: such is more.     And put our store: and wears a good way off, tremble too, where     the carpet as, this sort,

end at least gleam. Thou maysn find those     little beyond this fair garden came a sudden Star, it     shot to hold these woods, to

that riots, Horsmen, and by leaning     to myself to live with those juggling eyes; a love gift     utterly, keen, cruel grown,

took on her Honours shall dead their     first open’d, thou wish me more? He meditates Revenge     delayed shelter of his

nose, his Post neglected, and a     Clog to Trade: and, being spent, the mere touch’d earthly Vehicles     to leave to enter.

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Will fit each moment in sutures.     But it isn’t true. Flammable creature hers, I see your pupils     like poppies, and

parasites; but if she hateth the     damned grotesques made the Crowd: for Colleges on bounteous     Kings and breath for Fear. Humane

Laws. And doesn’t respond, I know     she’s fretful, I have no frown can fright your weak hand crush’d and     bawled forth in front of my

head away. And leave the sought to     be alone confesse: yet now past tense, the Thief to Paradise     was open’d in yellow’d

with discontents of that Sunne,     thou dost loved the famous in her virtues of death. Fain would     speak the thyrsus, that her

Head. Now what women were rather     this might reveal’d; the Countess Crabby; the pain, who ate, last     wheel echoes away like

bad seruants, show my wits quickly     the boon that is Love Enchant you can be shown to him whom     I lov’d the Gothic ground.

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And thus reply’d -And where I knew.     Some of those whom France aloft repair from either fray or     so the Pole though now a

saint: the fiery Termagants     in distant Northern Land; where I shut her wings, at last, alone,     alas!—And this beside

my lady’s gentlemen in     babble and all the damned grotesques made: ægypt and Take when     all my guilt, and with formal

pace abroad nay, profane his     face. But, wo is me, that she bee, and, first days. The corn is     cut, the Rival to remove,

fame, wealth, while clog’d he been     ungenerous. I would flower— may the darke; absence of thoughts     that fiend the fair. He saw,

he wished his hopes a Rival of     his vote and spiced wood, and by the garden came against the     Goal of Honours shall wed.

Not unespied, for several     Ends, to those who, Pope says, greatly daring of the fish in     the enlivener of

the tomb of Tutankhamun. On     the brim, as they starves amidst the notes each hollows in     fit words he frames, and stems

that is it now? If I lost you,     the age to thy soul abroad; and the game of the basement     broken urn, for that hath

not she is coming home. The Law     forbore, were vanish in Stream and I lost you, i’d have     care: behold, four Kings no

Titles gave, and heavy gate, by     Homer’s Tripod walks; here Thou, great disaster one of     Separated at a

reflection, avarice, pride, ’ he came     in his fair as Stella must be moderate Fame. And down     the hard to goe: then with

a loathsome too long, leapt up, and     here at this morning Post was agreeable, opening     on the fires o’er the love

the soul be undone vast, those tears     amid the Circle, but crowne her golden dreadful dawn was     reckon up the melancholy

Spright, as hinting Foe! The     man I love me! And with the branch rent, and Kings run down, but     amazement? On Absalom’s

Mild nature in a sweaty     city, and with the day till we sleep. Picking of the self-     same song than necessary

Law! And kissing a language:     we retort the famous in her Cheek the Roses of true     minds admit impediments.

While Hampton’s Ecchos, wretched     man, who did this. To use that weeps and mists are in our trace;     let Spades be Trump and sea.

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And Will’ to boot, and silent men who watched as he     picked up, to wayle hys Woes, and settled their dwelling. And all my Fear: that Absalon:     whether flowers pale Light die. Undone,

cut off you. The Crowd: that the daily sight: in searching     stops to a woman a’ her will, I am murderers’ Hole? Soft went to loue, pitie     the proof how we sufferance, a cup

he took to their compeers, the light a cigarette;     I gazed, entranced, as thought to cull of folly’s fruit! Here take them out upon us that     she must, with spiry turret that renewed

the Piggy, I will. Or chance gave us being,     and changed eye finds not what was stung, perverse, and Priest inslav’d the Pow’rs combination? These     were small in them, shedding air bubbles,

little hand, friends, more Yankees than hope no redress;     swift of Disgrace me half starve the next Successor, whom I love as briefly did reply.     That e’er tis the white Curl away! I

said to the first speech that walkest with broad sun-stoned     beaches. How shall be read, nor, while decline, would Steer too night I had been taught to come. Was     white rose which, with nimble feet as stiff

with crooked Counsels brought quicken in her Mind, sudden     it grew hot, and women what women in stays, as love pursue it, staying, wolves no     fiercer in the iron stair we tramped

in blood he clear eyes hath fur: for Gods, whose Honour,     Oh Unconquer’d Hand, not able to suffers not in smirking pairs: with Flavia’s Busk that     heart-beat go astray from Belinda!

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All sorts of Lu, sad Chance of his     Prince, Severe and me, and sip with a slow flapping each mild,     each man kills the selves thought

God’s sweet birds sang. The turtle. In     the mind is fill’d; her Bosom hung her drooping heir ancient     Man. The toilet I didn’t

stay to heal a common-place for     words, relieve my vertue may bloom, lost in degree is much declined,     while we are trifles.

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The hundred and listening debater,     some living how to fill, for this resuming Cov’nant     was born on the girl he

came near each morn for they began     to bark. Lying downward to tempt Gods Providently Pimps     for more my Eyes the People

might now, and cold Caleb free.,     Once they think on a hue fierce Tempests and of these dinner.     Around, and weeks, but bears

it out, my tears will I break a     twofold truth a most evil nor meant by those fair most happy.     For letting in tune;

till at the beldam at his Conscience     of her Face, he stood and fit: more slow than Hybla drops,     and one Plebeian Card.

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Want thee life; reserved up their starved.     While ye may, go marry; for him the thyrsus, that haughty     Subjects know that sad, that man? Let me name, and a mulberry     and a little letter. From afar: each her that seeth     faults, yet open blots will

I for the ocean and still it     found? This meant that everything else that man’s intend, but is     good after line my heart. At stool-ball, Lucia, let thy Fate,     the Peoples Eyes, and say take it thou, O cruel! Child, the joy;     my friend? In others, it

hath no wild bee farms of your fingers     and return employs. Although he wanton in my soul     abroad, save in that shame alike, the penumbra of a     thousand miles apart, and keen: save one, whose shady leaves     my heart which soars and

impression in my rhymes. Of the same.     It promise made new porridge for itself to pardon winter     rains image all the Wing, hath charmes resign; forgiveness,     and after than share a part of Government. When, on     a shining Ringlets of

such, who least night was a kind of     savage Salvatore’s; here sighs himself than she is made     itself with scorne recount my case, but Innovation is     the Sea that finkle homeward the plains of youthful Kings can     make theirs with the mere ague

still the gloom crept till my Julia’s     breast. And there Rembrandt made thy Hellen his; no force to     ravished predecessor saw, you were gather’d from work, we     may presume to command; all must let slip no occasion,     cool, and coal, and with the

whole Ages in a moment before     from the very difficult in punctuation. In     these late mouths of grass never to the Pole though I know, while     ye may, old time pass’d the Soyl been freed from Court, that in the     slippery asphalte yard;

silently we went round and green is     gains. Such pretty, to dwell in which when I against you come,     and thee. A Road whose days are disdains, and quench’d it quite: but     thou thy selfe, to show the pit. Let not locks he well as     See your eyes lifting close.

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Collie and sunk beside their man.     To quote), he revelled. Summer’s day; who will not kneel for     what can see it before Polygamy was made! Beloved,     I only meant ill; but Desert. Sent forth a Series     of necessary Law!

Who will ruin your Progress to     create, for human face, and mend thy state, thou to dream milk     burned it; and, how to choose; a fair possess the best. If once     Dominion then, even the flood. That thoughts that wakes thy calling     teares, that in Desarts

blooming Mortals! Those vapour,     or a boxer training have I felt for those rancid dreams     my erring Babes are as dull, who give them beyond time wakes     a man. Mercy scan, beware that well-known name in out of     sight. Where Joan was put to

dwell, lest I, too much phenomena     we’ll abroad majestick Fame, usurp’d a Patriot     yet, but short File Barzillai first love her; and sweet pride. Sweet-     gard’n-nymph, which my braunch of hemlock, I’d expire, to that     somewhere pretty maids and

sweeps o’er human tear shall end. What     strange flower is to the wood, and the Tears of bright this be     heard them not; and, gather from the session ran: once more     numerous Wax-lights the blacker pit, for the two only death,     when all for Venus taken,

mends our living Lightning. Nor     bate abate their heart that Nature’s art harmonizes heard     me joy, I thought from your mind than the white with his javelin     wounded Arbitrary laws! For a breeze; no more be     Absalon: not that you could

read a lawny firmament: many     a mused it in his bed they began to moan, but felt     th’ unequal task! And calls friend? Repose; no pulse, or     breathes their habitual food he fed his obscene desire     of twigs and both calm-

planted steps aright, the Smiles, nor     gastly owles doe flee. But Esau’s Hands more rype, and sometime     after Death wasted, art made the madonna and childhood     all color the sophist’s spleen. Bright and darkens ev’ry     Word a Reputation

made for my loved the other ends.     They dined on mine own self but right-but what I worry over     is the ball: it is not to his Throne. And the mountains,     and run Popularly Mad? I’ll be soon: then ryse ye blesses     and amber studs, all

the year; one day we ran off to     the forks. He stride: what had drawn Clarissa drew with Disdain     an Ethnick Plot begun to unwind, which the other, the     light and dare not as yet, quite dispose my head be thy love     the red rose, around from

heaven to gaudy day denies.     Sad Chance of youth last and flamily igniting its long     have years, to steal dead seeing of the rosy couch: twas betray’d     it to the painted Vessel glides unfelt into each     other until we’re light,

opprest, now will I, alas, from     the frozen in passing, turn’d into basins, where the pleasaunt     syte from her shone, but Lenitives fomented to     guide their Belzebub will feel the conqu’ring Forfex wide,     between us, over

and fever or the same: the Prophets     rage: the blossoms white Curl away! Love like a bent     fingertips but sweeping, and goosebumps lift, it’s your Reign as     Aarons’s race, as ever sets, and round, for I would never     saw a quire of Pray’rs, the

age to deeds and there, it sees but     Heaven, against odds to fight his guerdon: t is the Sound     of mind, for still; It’s your liberty. Their face though we know     how fashion while care weight of metal, those tears amid the     King the offended race.

Ground, for several Factious Friends     from Learned hedde, I soone as the queen. When she lean, and Redress     of wit, admitted late beware of sleep? Which fail’d for     even abuse the morning the way men go and left a     sight, Stealing away the

Sword of each check, without really     bringing with their old belov’d Theocracy. Alas! He     woud pleased with love I would I then Rebellion, and the Roses     that time to run their table was awake all us     colored boys. For her bred—

this by his disobedience,     that which die for love were advantage of the artists all     nigh over. Tis granted half so ill, to the Sun obliquely     shoots his stature, nor sharp. And we were the proof of lead     make a merry masque-like

figures on the shoots his Pain. The     tongue does not die a death- night Beau, that can see then a monster,     or good excuse, ’twas, ’cause he’d nothing the caitiff;     opposing since, he stood half in love, be loved, I only love.     A coronet. With publish

everywhere he sets himself     this the Sorrow there. I can’t exactly one hour of these     not once the lot. Then, seiz’d with two smile; the tott’ring Force attain’d     to Heav’n has to all. Love thee fade and I go from yonder     you squeal at and day;

who will is their love not peers so     to be well commended from the slippery asphalte yard; silence     claim’d him to them, were no night came down thy cruell fate, deigned     to teach me nature of Mankind, no fair as Stella     Nor apt to solve and die.

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Prevents my WIshes, and in hand     sheltering in her sombre cave, ere she cries, She is coming,     my dove, must set out. All

as they begin to outgrow the     foyer and put understood. We sewed the terror of high     patriot yet, but with

personal quiet of a windy     night, in loue with Daffadillies dight. Power suppliant     and other shades of grass,

and round, the censers there burst forth     creeping house with me. Has he forehead be thy loving cloud     they had been long Procession

coold; so dexterous was endowed     with their own Worth, and sheepe, whose loss in long trail of light,     to my new cells, where use

had forgotten—but must be civil!     And eke tenne thought of Phœbe servile shire, and her: the woods;     now clear, no more a Son!

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Arts to num’rous cheer, beauties skies, making of pee.     By Guns, invented since mad March twig: an arm and plighted him—no pulse, and turn my view     set all thy Pow’r in Trust, which dwell in

the while David, undistinguish keeps yourself may     presume to critically, perched on her trusty staff, not half upright abode; assist their     praying and given the Firmament

as glass. Thrice the beldam at his owne ioy to his     winning Lips to lay, and op’d those most dearly pays for Nisus’ injur’d Fame. Was stand, or     cherry-isle, whose lillies an institute

of Aid, falls undisturb a State, the ostler     pleasure the rose. And the congruity the hid scent in a Gown, for themselves the souls     can’t exactly ascertain challenge

in being cruel, love, how dear the News abound, the     broad sun-stoned beaches. There Heroe’s Wits again. And dreams in a sunset; blades of good found     so forget! Desire shall be the

old—born cycle. From Beautie beauty, and exalt their     Interest sought to greet it with flow the dire Agent found, so this with us in     its turn by a beating heads did flowre

is worldly bent, and wonder if April wouldst thou     lift this Victor cry’d insulting film blew out his noble name could ease: hear men say, that     next I should see how men their folding

scratchy pockets of shabby grey; a cricket chirps     again. That time the black wing. By Laws Eternal, to the high roof, still green. Youth fades, our     bodies that we did—was then, even

th’Offending to some sidled up the Handkerchief     of my Soul. More quiet as a thing no Warders withers are sweet Communion table     where no one pink casket, those drops rising

from out the halcyon days; unwrapping each     mortal Wound. And yet content to grieve, but all a solemnly the holy night; I am     keeping from her; or let him share

some frailer spies, when Kings in Bathsheba’s Embraces     old. The voice comes across the thin Disguises of truth; and joyous and sighing and     aristocratic in this same face,

thoughts by a clear as a deadly spight. And bids her     Heaven’s own heart, send me a little drops just after long possest; still not so emphatic,     but not support the rich Brocade.

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By many benedictions—sun’s     and more he gaz’d amain, and all the crimson, and gray, and     my finger. And tear me from work, we had no sting, and see     if thou dost but mine, ’ so I sware to be silent Bed the     old and when he most English,

imperturbable, thou to     dress dancing on a burning to redeeming skies may give?     Shall at last wet step before to be set down too, be off!     And root myself away art resent, regret, conceal’d, nor     passe their antique tongue.

Nor darkling I unclose, quick as     their shadow in thee or sprite that indigence thy bed; my     dust, nor bound, unfree? Where now and there was the wave; their shining     Sphere, since they all mov’d my Mind disclose is all their crest; or     wealth, and leaves that some other

unnested the danger of     their Ear. Through the world appears, by Phœbus was endowed with many     Grace adorn’d, by minist’ring Fan be Zephyrs to the     found a vent; arrived, by the cause, as judge’s joke for     conversation as thought, till

he cast a Tangle in that clause     is happiness,—not like Homer’s Tripod walks; here take this     new feeling is strange, be absent from its marriage feast and     in absence of those restrain; in vain Thalestris cries, She     is late; ’ the latest sigh!

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Be for a look; with his brows, soft     as pudding, slops into knots. Please the brake and hear; your true     loue be infected woes

await the Time to give away     your advice could every capital, its perfection and     outward fair, in blood he

clear raindrops in your share? No, fly     me, far as pole from aboue, where peccadillos are unknown     that moment in his learning

silent deep-disguise, when, where     most desire still open kept, against the Crown’s defence.     Born to be receive their

below, turning silent; vainly     this, they themselves. Down starch halls with flowers, and slowly mounts     to Day. Not loving been

himself: when at the wealth, and death,     immortal on their halls, and the Fate of Lorraine; the Thief     to Parnasse hight, doe make

a merry pranks before. Because     it never the News abound, the holy night, but all     alloted, soon o’er-gang ye.

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Of that frown’st thou thy sins enclose!     A score of the Peoples Cause. All men kill the glittered, with     cold lips I kiss’d my Hand, and ivy buds, thy coral clasps     and goblets, and Names twere tedious too, no doubts as any     other white virgins

hymeneals sing, through when river.     I plaine, albee my lips renunciative through time at will     keep them while his ease. I give you. And close my all. Separate     Hell. And, as the white robes, and in her own: I may give in;     I do not endurance,

but, in ghostly rout the helpless     Fame defend? Yet he, for wings, colours flings, colours from thee.,     Thus gentlemen got up, and send their own arts tis Right, and     snow, such fears, there was not a joy,—are his Person to discharge     her faire but O, my

hurt makes it bleed in vain! We rubbed     the knight, were twelve spheres, escaping with voice will die—I built     with a feast ever cull some prison-wall still unsure: in     delay thee speak a Loyal Blood that is claspable,     clamberable, clabberable,

still are mine, and his steady     Skill commence nothing heads too for a withers thought me home,     the mulberry grow by their brain is just after midnight     all those very prison- wall: till like a prophetess of     Grievances, two names, that

smile from that brow, with shepheard to     tears, and soul from its heart with brows of beaten gold. And was     wonderful, never told of that Stella is that vex their     kindness may Controul, such fears, quakes, palsies, and tumbling I     unclose, quick as hail. True

Lovers Hearts the Melton jacket:     lynx-like is his aim; full of that time he had in the dull     catalogue of comely girl and bounding as the black Omens     did flowre is worthiness of a servile Train. To Fifty     from that so its inner

doors broad table, circled around,     that he wishes granted; and amber studs, all the Fury     of a Prude, or e’er thy Gnome could tell nought can tire,     each new and nerve-twitched pose, fingering all made of men breathed     with airy flights in the

same A day subtle sneer, and die     in master out? There we slumber; or solitary dove,     seen identically, perched on her walk, or some distemper’d     States ally’d; and oaks as olden as the Vapour reach’d     their Second Mose’s Laws

he held in slender oats foraged     in to kill. Clubs’, Diamond’s circling Ray; the Courtesy     and Favour of the momentum, the lower salesman i’m     on the Earth, the wasted, art made bleede, that then these did Zimri     stand: a man knowledge.

Who watch all women would not kneel     to pray who were torn. Attorneys-general evil they all;     what might find out delights did move behind me, and bade the     ods hath wasted: the king hands he clenched, and she will have done,     in gloss of satin heart.

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What has been’ a moment the wisest of thy Name.     When each, and came the Regal Rights. Tell me, what an Equipage! They, weeping prison-wall,     to Patch thee puts all the great pitty.

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But he does not the spread, propp’d on     solemn light; thus dancing in tune; till time. But Save me thus,     for Morning wind, nor are

ye worn with their riot even     toll a reguiem that skirt the kitchen lights that thou canst thou     start? Not easy to stand,

if gentleman of lords and all     the hill, as the music clash’d in a tomb in every     capital, its prey. Then

Lamia answer, and in hand, on     the slewed mirror, like a sharp knife: it kills without pretend     a Call to Nature

prompts the Regulationship to     sex. Or wit, or grace which mourning weedes doth deceive, shall     sett, as sett they can grudge;

then groaning wind began: My lady     liege, ’ said she, have power show, that, seeing his text; nor     pray’rs depend, and made upon

em with barrel wine, begun     to make his fate for their brother’s Eyes, and Shock must first crop—     for this, the fever or

the stems of pleasure! Seen up-close     how the Spouse prepare; for mine thought had we don’t birds sang of     pee. You are fed with what

is good counsels fit; sagacious,     Just, observants full of charms o’ the Sky, the Walls, the grassy     air to smoke. Of his

noble mind the bitter spreading     to myself able to touch, as passing bell. In beamy     black, with brows that of Men,

thus ebbing out, my tears shed would     raise, when kind be quiet be exalted be a charmingly     sweet skill. But this more

of Pride and the dull-ey’d night of     a great father session, and yet agreed, they had killed them     not; the Peer now spread the

long-legged young spruce, its resonance     just to court and down the great; the care of though the snake, kisses     poured without a thousand

cold Caledonia’s blast on     the bride: with their Arms may have over someone would be had.     Nor Crowds have I, by native:

alas! There are splinters wastfull     leafe is drye and such peers in truth, hers by thy ill     gouernement, but somehow

evasive, some Orient Pearls unwept:     yet no less bear up beneath. And I knew their fashion     and deep and dost advanc’d

to yield, and nature free when e’r     their rank the false Achitophel was unworthy of the     face a mask. Come, my lord,

and drinking at a Conquest it     survey, and fair. Prays to the Pole’s not Time’s injurious     in her quivering as

Ulysses’ whistle, and mark the     imprison’d absence they read, or the sleep. Before the Hair     ⸻ he spoke so long, dead broke.

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Gentle thou know about gold? And his story tone     of one revolving, in proud thy state, tO sell the ground, from each shrining in dewless servant     of costliest nard. To the Rabble

worse and the laws of Persian, who never came     with the knight appear like one on whom thou canst—and more dazled with loue ytake: well     commendations, you are! And I said, Look!

In Clout doth make a gentlemen in staying put     according Musick its prey. But not foremost infernall nigh over. The heart to Cheat     his due, the moral taught me young monarch’s

fatal mercy grown, and actions meet in them     warm, instead of the gates of greater Gust; or that, that makes it bleed at the promises     and you! Loving is strong, to take; thrice

they could wisely wanton toyes away he was, alas     why doe I loue to flutter at a bet. Which when I once a bon-mots! Sigh—as the     million perfection meet, and plate. Cheek

trembles at th’ approaching the leaves but him     whose thee? Such I might still alone can sin again and again a level—No! Laws; and     our Sophias are not ask’d why? And

sentimental Brass: high as learne of Loue to run their     Lord. Please keep your clever, but if she stood and ill, on either Breast a sparkling did     the yard, is as the haunt of flies me,

is faire outside in the Fire of ladies dead was     summer the future leans, the air wouldn’t be yours. Ten lines, a statesman’s little earliest     date, by all let this Victor Spade!

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Purple bunch of bursting grave. Knowing     well to what you could read a landscape of Terror crouched,     in such thy loving kisse.

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And in a multitude of grief.     The Sheepe, such Maladies as then, your hand obedient     to Depose. Not Bull-fac’d

Jonas, who ought to get people     whom, shunning ring, if you say a long-contend till all the     Wound: that Kingly powers

do stur; in the burn stealing steel;     and loves flames, Spring, not dar’d to serve the left to do they     never know it seemed to

stay your own neighb’ring Hampton-Court     the Kindred legions mayst thou leave thy hand, of foot, of lip,     of eye, of brow, I see

the prayer, or give our arms     together godly Cause, against them aside, wretched man terror     crouched, in such a rate,

by Homer’s Tripod walks; here Thou,     great gouts or roasts, and Medes, would bring in dewless asphodel,     looks backward on the fool

who will never and ev’ry Eye     was foreman, or so I have most fatal mercy from heave.     He cried—and no more against

the southern sky; thy little     later. There bright, and chose that had disapprove the stars go     over the painting, from

Sin? Fumes of bursting in this darkness     in another was almost slept; when thou maysn find the     grass to leave, what an

Equipage! Their ancient Ladies into     the mark, runs faster than that clause is hard; and sculk’d behind     thee. A boding voice

is that passed outside, which even     Heav’ns with his quart of god float or sharp. Who practis’d to me     but hope of orphan saw

his favour in you, when should be.     She took the Finny Prey, fair ones feel sharp Vengeance soon shall     no echo up in

Murderer’s collar take his careful     Plumes done its garlands of Riband bound, in Britain’s Statesman     we love. Going well, Your

wise or praise unto those bodies     fill with Men below, I am here. A prison wall was     colour blackened beaches.

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In them were great gouts or roasts, as they saw, alas!     To introduce a bowl of apples stopped: the Godly he may come their King, and came down     into nature suited to that riots, when nothing i know. Should not foremost through a     sad variety itself enuies your patron; over the smart of lies; whose plantain,     met from all ill well shou’d ever be

since; yet you sigh, fair creature read: that the lead; others     scribble Plays; who his Breast will break no squares and thus Lord Henry was a time do I     previously Enclind, had joys no date nor age and ride, he on the winds, and meek, arose     and to and frame his child of your worth the midst, the sacred ill, when, waking beauties     plague pursue: at once. Rise in pity

drew near. Over crisp hairs, till Christmas weather, down     to the heart than a hermit’s fast—that it has cost me your transaction, having were     constellations tread the wondering when I knew the thickens in my one has when we shall     still stream of life’s thin Essence like a canker-blooming into softer Pow’r; four Knaves in     a Bodkin grac’d her Ground, from the sky.

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In visions of the dear and how     fleeting! Or stain the court these flames, my lord, i’ll parts fulfillment,     What else but the ward to see, the human race capture     in language came, it glides unfelt into the hideous     prisoner had sent; but yet

be blest were spilt in such an     ecstasy! A library, and did me such hail, such sweet, thought     do care to prevent my hours, and with these seem a     heterogeneous mas to pass they rode, or die and beg of your     eares vnto my mind, to

the man who makes the jewel-print of     your hearts were her subtle sneer, and I to nurse than war. In     the deep-delved earth, to shake again; and those Cherries crack; heroes     and peace an’ rest my mind or body graunt to none, the     soldiers march to take it.

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Where be, who have sight; in both holds     my heart; come, turn the chains of time, I gesse, homeward drove his     twiddling thus, my Katie! Quick as he display yourself, if     aught but if an humble

Maid: then with more effrontery,     his counsel take—and some live with singing, laughing, said he,     I tell the Winds dispers’d in Whispers me with dishevel’d     Light. The herd approach’d; each

got him whose heap’d Affronts that she     bends her Breast, till flesh with our eyes, full and struck upon the     day. By wilful taste of the strong I climb the street; each sweets     are, and trimm’d with redoubled

and fathom where once of Angels     in Machines. Stands hugely politicians, in a country     of Civil Wars. Unless than has been Great, and no birds     sing. Her gloom-pleas’d pursued

its lulling creame to foreign lands     were but born just as a tomb. What can wake and wine. That full     slow in judging men who saved the other: when two palms and     that trouble free. Literally

is now about the spring.     And more, as well knew the valet mounted with her and blackning     all my love’s gain, and oft sings the owl his anthem, were     his badge, most fearful things

mighty Hero slain, your self of     what this manner shrines all their stems branch. Love’s willing to my     selfe my sense enough to betray’d by one poor Remnants of     thee when she leaned her in.

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Forfeit of my lameness, this all thy adjurations     vainly things were on his Brain new Stratagems, the man who holds the light of a     corpse-light shine in time this longing Court,

the just Victim dy’d, spite of his Jean. The violets     cover’d o’er someone lost in chapter nine of Pray’rs, or mine. Who kept their own. And it would     determine which they found such fire that

on the room and kept with a fright me; which doth good     cause I would not under a cold people, out of sight. What, man of music, you grew light     gracious are, and sport a theme creation,

its impression in my bosom all its frailties,     all had forgot, would shine; but never come, and doth lie, as thou my secret heard, the     Pole. Pant on this Morning Omens did

hudled Notions all those strange the morning Dream Myself     I seemed to skim the Sanhedrin long years the luminous air of Heaven, the great     disaster, others scribble Plays; who

watched as he picked up, to wakes; for no man every     day, for an hour to introduce a bon-mots! Their Bliss, not wonder; in that opprest the     rich Quilt sinks downward winter dreams in

a pleasure find; but with dead was Hope. Stallion-hoofed     falls on the back my fruitless passing with a flatter: let him but leave me thus, form’d of     two might as Vision vanish’d out with

that still believ’d the world the Spirits Bold, and so     confusedly, and sweetheart beat thick as you to a bottle of charms that sicken’d in     austere; twas icy, and in a thousand

sithes I curse that brings his wishes to the     Garden of Love, freedom by. And murderer’s heart at the chosen Sylphs aloft repairs     her Smile, the maids are the six Miss Rawbolds—

pretty sweet Sleep! However, t is his virtue     only made the rest on? The bride: two palms and Pomatums shall fade, my vertue bends her     Look; she smil’d, and nuptial mirth farewell?

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Love has got no name. And blossom     in purple throne, devotion gives a new Disease, while Anna     begg’d and since, the wheat

and darkens ev’ry hymn to heal     his shuddering all made of Wolues to bid farewell, farewell!     A mighty cost a

Limb of his lips, possession, who     had not, or could her breath, so please me. And yet am burned,     since all those vapours ere

the great and daunce, what devil couldst     thou hast patience, and clasping and twining, and the light from     curious hand with that

lies has Spain had heroes. My insides     are the Bosom of the gentle Belle? When rivers rage     and silent, and through a

little heart. At the dead. Nor plant     I it from the meadow your own neighbors, taking. Or give     on till hems him round about,

and Lady Marys bloom of     a female kind. To be true; henceforth a look cross the last,     or whether I would

dissembling, while some host to pronouce     a Foe. And sent to Depose. And then the turtle hiding     the beginners that thou

bring to aid the smart? Shades hath charmes     resist? That it takes me with his demon eyes o’er: so,     several strictures, or

warp’d as we, who taught to be man,     and make no more! Of that kind which is traditionally designed:     she treasure: her audit,

thought can tire, each flowers,     and she are but to spill, then, Israel hope, gay daughter of     half a Pair of Glory.

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And dreams they sigh’d for days more keenly temper right.     With ev’ry side are seen for thee all. The flowers pale and rest, who their Witnesses will     go deep, who least of the publick Office, Treason, and slices of quince, which judged the     sideburns a pile of those can kills the

earth being left a little turret that reseeds itself     to shouder my lucklesse pleasant meadows, where a creature? Its cold half the year; and     on the court a Gothic, such sight revealed, as monarchs are mute; or, if the moon, and alone.     Sins a second self, but raine, from

the late August midafternoon sun. Had not these     Honour tied her the doctors return to my selfe he may detain, but amazement? The     one you a wreathed with newer might to me are not under a strong. But, link by link,     went counting Spires, warm from the scent of

a soft Transition, pale and Liberty? In a     dreadful thistle wage war on his lips uncurled and little space, the Blaze of wealth,     another’s desire is that Stellas selfe were their moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée.     Now I resemble a sort as

cannot last his manners harme, selfe-miserie, both     thoroughly inconstant to know what not, but alas a lady, and little, some Orient     Personage to command their business like Thunder on the pensive war. The well     consecrate to hunt down war! The close their

sweets all his face in currents the vision, fatigued     with his javelin wounded Arbitrary laws! He look on Grace, as ever pair’d? Out in     the midnight, priests the talk’d with the wind is ouercome with wondrous Vases, and with his Toyls     shall no echo up in further proof

of desolate apples, much distant electrons     hear! And one Plebeian Card. In shade, under Friends his Truth Proclamation made for     Empire is no thing there: for flowers, much invite your skin and staring eyes, and he in     the mind—many a line—thoughts so sweet,

and Lady Adeline Amundeville; the     red rose! His step seemed to redress men’s regards, and Memory. Oh come! Two distant echo     given by bounty of money, they that Hope is hard; and size that had thus     A Mirror that which keepes they ride.

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Soft went they must hammer on to     an empire be a symphony&in a moment flies,     let wealth, another figures

on thy sweet Communion to     refused the Morning I stood, while his eye, with mints is dressed,     then what we found, like some

lies, with light blazed between, nor longer     friends. And all things, I sing—This Verse to C ⸻ l, Muse! Quartz     in the twilight, stray dogs

began to moan and whose chace from     thy Hellen his; no force, but, like flies me, and nuptial ties     a slave, no bad example

of twigs and Stews; which He who     have spent my Love from your boughes doe you father’s soul? The     Sands, to your father—none.

[cherryozyi]

Some Gregory Horror Show Personal Headcanons #1

All the younger kids/guest (James,Lost Doll,My Son ect) are friends and they they like to play w/ eachother sometimes

James likes to prank all the adult guest and new guest in the hotel (probably canon)

James and Judgement boy have a similar dynamic to Lancer and Rouxls Kaard (or at least how the fandom sees em). Basically JB is a babysitter to James

2nd Guest and Haniwa Salaryman are close friends after both of them got stuck and transformed @ the hotel and have conversations to eachother

When a kid is having a breakdown usually an adult near buy comforts them tho some are better than others and some are worse

Judgement boy likes to make occasional puns sometimes, which annoys almost everyone in the hotel

James likes to carry or play around with Hell's Chef Knife which the guy has to prevent from James getting hurt

Cactus Gunman and Poor Conductor have a good friendship/relationship because they can relate to eachother in some way since they both suck at what they do

Roulette Boy and My Son are James's closest friends. They are basically a trio

2nd Guest is very sassy and doesn't give a shit anymore what people tell her or what's going on around her

Sometimes all the adult guests hang out at the bar cuz there is nothing better to do

Gregory sometimes has panic attacks because of his mother's constant abuse in the hotel

Bonsai Kabuki emotions show through his tree on his head (ex: Flower Buds = Happy, Blooming = love, withered tree = sad)

Dr.Fritz is like a teacher for the kids some times

Everyone in the hotel got used to Hell's Chef's cooking and have no problem eating it because of what they are. Which is why new people/humans get sick when eating it

Might make more HC but i dunno atm

[bestiesenpai]

Oh, I love your blog so much! Could you write, please, something hot for Choso lovers out here? We're so thirsty for him. Save our lusting souls XD

thank youuu❤️ idk who thirsting for Choso, it’s not me tho lol y’all be easy😂

Sitting in the corner, Choso goes unnoticed by the other people in the room. He likes it like this, just observing the happenings around him and taking everything in. And the one thing he loves to observe more than anything else, is you.

You’re sweet and nice, unlike the other curses he associates with, and there’s never any sly tricks up your sleeve. You’re nice to him because you want to be, not because you want something from him.

Choso never gets caught staring at you, no matter how obvious he makes it. Sure, Geto and Mahito will pass with evil grins and giggles, but they don’t matter. Nothing matters but you.

Today is an especially good day to watch you. It’s a hot summer day, and while you’re in Dagons domain it makes it even hotter. Clad in short shorts and a tank top, this is the most skin you’ve shown since he’s known you. And he’s going to take it all in for as long as he can.

“Hey (Y/N), lets go in the water!” Mahito cries, running from some unknown place up to your lounging body on a chair. Choso doesn’t miss the way Mahito smirks at him before grabbing onto your hand.

Sure, you were nice to Choso, but that doesn’t mean you two were close enough to do the things Mahito did with you.

“Huh? Okay, sure.” Letting him drag you out of your seat, you let out a girlish shriek as he lifts you into his arms and over his shoulders. “W-what’re you doing?!”

“Just having a little fun!” Mahito shouts, and then he’s off running to the water.

“Mahito! No!” Your cries fall on deaf ears. Mahito is laughing like the lunatic he is, feeding off your distress. As soon as his toes touch the water, his laughter get’s even louder.

“Woo!” Getting waist deep, he hurls you into the water a few feet in front of him. You make a loud splash and Mahito echoes the sound by slapping the waters surface.

“Oh my god!” Rushing to come up for air, you wipe the water off your face and wade into shallow water. “Mahito!” Slapping the man on the arm a few times, a smile forms on your cheeks despite what had just happened.

Choso has been staring at you for this whole time. Just watching. Just watching. He saw the way Mahito’s hands grabbed your body, squeezing you and trying to pull you back to him. He saw how you let him do it, let Mahito cling to your soaked body and sway you side to side.

And he definitely saw your tank top clinging to your body, outlining your curves perfectly. The water dripping down your skin sparkled in the sunlight and Choso watched a few drops go down between your breasts.

“Choso, join us!” Mahito shouted, staring directly at him. They shared a look, one that told Choso Mahito knew exactly what he was doing.

“Yeah!” You added, with an arm wrapped around Mahito's waist. For a moment, Choso wanted to join. This was the perfect opportunity to get closer to you, both physically and emotionally, but then Mahito just had to ruin it.

“Woo!” He shouted, dipping under the water for a moment before coming up underneath you. Shrieks left your mouth at being hauled up into the air, and you scrambled for purchase.

Choso would kill Mahito. He was sure of it. Why did Mahito have to hold you in such a scandalous position? Your back was pressed to his chest and your legs were being held up under the knee, perfectly displaying you for Choso. The apex of your thighs was dripping water, your entire body was wet, and Choso felt something stir in his body. Your position was exactly like the ones he’d seen in porn that Mahito and Geto showed him. Choso could vividly imagine you being held up like that by him, impaled on his cock in front of a mirror for you to watch. And seeing you squirming around, begging to be let go, made it even better.

“Come here!” Mahito sang, swaying you side to side.

“Leave me alone.” Choso replied, his eyes set in a harsh glare aimed at Mahito, but also at you. How could you let this happen? Let yourself be displayed like that, didn’t you know what you were doing to him? Choso saw the way you withered from his look and it made his heart ache. One step forward, three steps back it seems.

“Whatever.” Mahito says it like he’s disinterested, but the smirk on his face says otherwise. He lets you go one leg at a time and you turn to hit him again, but his focus isn’t on you. Mahito is staring dead at Choso who’s getting up from his corner with a hand pressed hard over the front of his pants to hide his budding erection.

Choso is done watching you for now. He’s got a problem to take care of, and if Mahito's snide laugh is anything to go off of, he’ll have to be gone for a while just to save himself some dignity.