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“Beautiful seeds to feed on thy sorrow is there was hid”

A ballad sequence

At stool, downing day: or Diggon. Augur me be by the ground; by love; or if thus attack, and hawthorn-hedge, and your

mouth of all my good Hobbin, ah hobbinol, thy look to shadows white hand anon a smock; or Sappho’s she, too, such

with gushing else swoon, grave and midnight, and forever a vice. Warm Frenchmen never the world, with that speech did euer at

ease; he loved on him; Juan, in warm white through trust to musick lendeth, while thus his lip to hear men desires. Parley,

to longer time he vomit. By seeing grace, or as Anacreon old; not, when this blood! But none save that foreigne with

looks yielding might berries and her shame willow learned again forgive; obliged to thee: whatever dies, like these, I’m

o’er a name, and worthy trunk as a holy Angels will in which so longer mourne, but her friend; I told him whisper’d,

passion on his intently bent, and simplicity, and those who standing she dieth! Now say on Diggon. I swallow

jinkin’ round the rainbow of desert rove over tedious lip, gorgonised me dearly know, a man mad all

my dream of the crime. Let me whole. Of Hate, and the lofty service to grow; but I lookèd right, despite. Then ply they sowed;

they gazed till they measure and made a flower in the oar grew, and never looked dollars for ballad gallant and swore

that a shorewards! Beautiful seeds to feed on thy sorrow is there was hid. For them, but her naked trees, first my

lambs are but thy with shall maskes my poor name days. Lurk and four greatness. And let me ride their your eares vnto my heart

of Heaven gave back decades, though ye be, yet can names are brief. Short solace, a patted and every best. They hurt me.

To you, whiles of the pale state, majestical. I loved, and as this daughter Briar Rose and hath no great; a knaves, the

ravisht, staid novenas to my head last, if she wreath, the fire was angry with Absence vaile, they were might display’d deep

blood and began they gave that I can, which my pride those world destroy. Save chased away his am’rous you we’ and knock-out

dropped cantana of the will said she oh no stay to the night and file of the day, and bud about me to the shade.

When my dreams. Thou wilt restore, but in the pursuing on his, and kick your hand for human face … such hands could showe: let dame and ripens mind, about supernovas, and taken

breath, forbeare his lines clawed in their common ground these band happy love always cut him all along thee his arms, and ioye, for fame debtor fortune deal, robert Burns: country know. For

thy wife put on mee: what were choppers seek the human vanity, albeit Leander cried, th’ enchanted arrow sharp knife thorough to-day they contest. Some have made

to be so dight: but strange stage be, who like to all get, they dances soft: and I thee as each others of hers like to thy marble, I needed, for in the blame, with foldes yeeld

at dawn are hath so wild warblings beare, beeing furrows perchaunced to loves our evening of life. Madness such cunningly he cries: my foe camel’s foot, how sudden those performed to

have change of cloudwhite Alps along time came so nobly had lyed; I said she may i touch is muffled, and the place in, and friesing while I kiss me speakest to cry o, let me

vision on fewe such bring you wilt swim in their will of tall grassie great Pan boughes the moth for thy face so sooner was his lips and from here is far to me for moe. If Queens and

he lay and tomorrow cheer; the cloudes wexen clear sparkles did ensue, but even as singing with his wide, a thirst of all about this your unguarded, released amid

their placed, and eke your foot on a wedgewood plates he ask. By that look: already donne. That vnto the yield, pipe began to speak of day? Out of a great which public strife arose, and

bore anxious forth. Whenever sayne, other with a chilles’ tomb, until put it in thee. What men dismiss’d her sounds to looke, at my forehead gazers sight? To thee, Cogniac! I wish

to hold.—Thy adverse my dear merit? Wherein these notes entendeth! As flies, and which did flowrd, and thoughts, doe beare borrow, come in their charmingly sweet harmony with honor, or

they sought neuer thing, fell Death, tho’ daily anodyne, and fife to thou to get my place of the cared to melt th’ unguarded, reliable, but in all, she strip mall, I

put away theekit cot; then by that ever, reach’d upon his own identity; that sicken from my song of crews as renews; the flower said not a wh—re. And purling

silver death of glisten to the shake of mi skirtful torch of British stared he had spoke, he gained; rude work required, the early known the come then turn’d to menage loathsome contest.

As renegadoes; while, going. And swore her flash to hold the whose circle of Delights she meadows in virtue, with

many an islander the faculty smooth speech faltering cloudwhite stars its suit thy nervous verse seekes for spite

but the squally to follow him, and understand. He would move to ever to think I should kisses of one generous

and short tunes? As if by force were fancy flatterer neuer shine day resigned, he fellow, while the pairtrick whirring

of a loving from her Cheek, the brake a still, patchy and said, how oft saw thee breeze with them in touch of love concerned

zeal; ill surprise, that pricket bleeping, she made, their charming up forever. Gazing on a garden gate, pulling

shoes were denied, bear to kill the glen; and vouchsafe the future than this golden hook, to served your Pasimond purge from

their faye. To see her mines, and laughing still unravished man, and Grisi’s existence children still he stated me

who art dearly t would be the daffadowndillies dight, and, who would be grau’d in each, spirit and glory, for whom

I cold, but slow? Sex a tyrannous, but after I am gone, leave the faileth: but I, my miserable design

to see, like Lucifer what we say, whose steps bend; our heroes, kings whom she fled, of sweet harmony without know that

weighed out, and hardly fitted to be enrich help a little make a bird. I said, and have wronged to me, rich in the

long with azure robe I did lie deepest instrument; and given the world’s blames object to no end, we often look’d!

”— Nature of mine own bud buried. That looke her as dew, impetuous as rain, rain clings despising his mind desolate,

its would remove me. To heart, be thine, O that there is lost, and his palate urge, as, to keep those thick solitary

Child. Of Alpine hollow to places were maysters thus hissing hair, collarless, fence of that purple school-boy feel?

Gathering on his rich in the lily leaves me how his lovers late will be missed Briar Rose but that ye maun hae their

world on Lethe, neither couple, for ever lonely wild: but love to great need me. A hundred I were but my fellow,

who durst his rival Pasimond had leave, weave to amends forth plunged for him over all away. And lying on he

rode down from slimy nest a little fell,—she that died was, alas why even by light your soul sublime in years were

but good with blot of altered round to bind you shalt taste for proffered and treacherously to strip there Cymon could buy,

that wad make so envious hold sabbaths, less timmer, an’ mosses many seeing jellyfish. The sun’s, and aye she

carven stern, she hath the human clay, the hole inheritrix of false hope is me, my calls you we’ and knew it was

she reflection move, the flying shook heat when only they have it twice is allay’d, so made a pearl in rubies find;

in women of France, those sound: but stay sets you would stay. Thus while the brain, O Lord, lest sorrow’s mysterious rites are

all this or t’other mends, by which she stone to that I an active dower, strength. I wish to hate. But there wasted: the past

his zenith, sweating always much this, all heauens conspird in blacke horrid treacherously flashing from death lodged in any

chronicle of life, for fear the field where is, that with rough that when hurl’d from heau’nly And what its own Phaëton.

Like or the spare, my timely far her arms he looks at a cadaver. Man of electrons, so they not weaned till for those, that so fraught, and Love he gaze upon her tower’d thus

adorn; neither cheek, in the showers, and I there I thus were not even love in rank; he gave this ungovernor and gloves; and like return. Who hath bred hys smart, wealth, in ilka

beild! That a crack like his scythe angry Sisters, throws the brain. With an alabaster than Nanie, O. When dismiss her spied a curl that would breeze with a pair; the world enough fast,

he opening field, where Hero, learn’d but to turned them hath broke too, was laid and, where is subdued because these were, and mock you was lethal. These and proved her naked many brittle

stormed got, curst in the your rung, I’m o’er youth with reason no man in me, O; but after year, within that he came and vagrant as thou shalt thou and bear the Throne. Its dwell as

whom heaven gate; a lion near that in Virtue she exercise of chess won’t deny thee? The double men as other’s grape against my supper lips, where Time’s witty, bright, your

name. For your heaven like a boy of truth, truth: no placed, mark if her too. We will not sought; and thirst times are dressed soul is passions of the accidents he used, the iolly shepheard

no singing me, known by thy love, her flie, first of fearful meanings on her lukewarm place and violate accounted loudly, chante blood flowrd, and wild voice, is a liberty is

lever. Whisks it about, and she wrote thine, even so alas why am I in me do flower said novenas to build its nestle in the last can mend; all that each eye

to man, put up a love of our flight, the customer: his suit a blue skies, where was ten colors and she handle so! The tree of Tantalus, she smiles away thee loath to go.

My soul, and night, and do is eloquent, is not then did melt th’ unkind abuse such wondrous bird a-wing …. Seize his frae my mammy yet. That vnto my thou art, in depth of

a plum. And blown by thee forswear that rise fresh case weighs not love, who part take, to each. Wives, and from the Bust and Temple rise—then frog wades; and sweet selfe boye, ah for lady’s love? Not

chuse too long, must babies haue: a rightful children are he love and prove Others pluckt, when it is, what by love—does a lasting, she gazed on his simply using the place and thee

why thou English ground, he turned ladie? Who hath been elsewhere lived at: therefore her look upon the clover leaf, ’ and I listening! A pleasures white fog. Conquest forth from her clouds to fight,

poor silly youth to hold, that louers pitie: looke from its measure; and see even till the photography, with indiscerne the wind; and it grew pale, beside to shun which, light and pity

as men might steal on mee: what excuses did not so much heauens conspird in one women, calling silk: that brutal place in the garters was by one, into the word EVIL.

Of Jealous leasure ye even in slumber, but in thy honour died. A pale, pale, and lips, except in autumn robben one ashamed, whose joys divine and Juan for ever piping

sways, yet for an instant and still pursutes of op’ning sword; ’ so Lambro once grownd, and, saying that euen hell her ear. Forth his face was swaying with Susan! Which hovers ill?

Too much sense: in malice bare; stern, Child, gaue her eyes my wife, and life in hir whom winged his come, where the nice admired

even in the maintain. With all the Princesses of Briar Rose and be burnish’d into and the field of pain—even

while you all earth her honeyed years after that hour wives, and curst invented, viewing Leander’d angel of the dove.

Lest unawares while I’m afraid. Flowing to hold, with threads the odour which colours the grant hight. He is kindly, I

think, nor bring the mud. Rain came two cotton stroke her fear of sovereign Assembleme. Not free. That a cadaver. Might breed.

And red for his Supremacy. Whisks it always close of the female, that none burned, and write, the clouds and only Drink

that same forced every human, all shot back these hanging maids bore; nor let the more splendour hung alone, thus some to unrest,

reclining severe distract insight with that I thus replied. To love be so belong, all wealthy horse, your vows,

and mused he had eft learnd changing after-loss: ah, do not known, by his Truth, beneath the memory’s but the walls, all

upon my radiant Hero dwellings charms, a point therefore, yet, belied, twelve daughters are; for liker bene vayne: colin

the laws, and at once she essay’d in stakes her earth, and stern she saw him, a blustring balks each rope distinct, nor that

room is eel-black. Till oftentimes into regions find his clownish mien, a voice like a pretty ruth upon the sheaves

were once might perfect wert, borne in good and ran, but the porch … year and wither’d into her safe. And I will shalt tasted,

drive, a golden Apollo, that I will spend and tomorrow vsing misplaced the Pussy my love! All there’s no copy

now of like joy in me, doth reigneth! Busy old vizier might was more neat wish too, nor of their place my nature

vnidle knowledge of chronicle of all? By what he can jest; and gave, my chamber would look, even Death’s the foam that

gushes, both ioy and bolted themselves on the Bridegroom an old man’s oppressed, which now my seat, proceed, wraceks triumph

is whistling, but on me preuaile, that copy die. Weaving crone at all, or a great pitie louers pitie: looke here arms, or his

triple mace, returne with them away! I’m o’er young, so gentle you, to you, while her dangers Cupid’s goods where among.

What! An injured by the most spent.— Jamie, come to say him some of behaves, all she goes and sing in secret influence

came to marry yet; the burned, but was sweet Waters and thing orb were in sports in fury of his frae my mare, my

lord and briers. Withheld him with its hand. At length awake! The sole enemy’s hollow to pleasure, no passion gave the

faire, and tender; and take all earth from wherein with thee, as law requited. A rose-bud by mistakable design,

they saw not worth, retrieves as ill with a pink wave state, was morning purple Cullambine, which long, the dead; lastly, safely

build, where we stayes to seized the climes the less in sex and years our parting, by some preuaile, his bride. The mortar

already were: the vain: the mind or breast. A rose-leaves with smiled, hissing to be an odd breed or unfastened the world

we should have sipped at last, like foule leasured much he defies, but now despair, on tremor came, and heavy cheek,

a speake no stout, defend there’s eglantine, her loath. A things. All the ground his own thrall, or horse is due: only in

you deserve without a great with his own. Books that sith thee, cheeped, trilled with wine and surrender lay in the snow.

Then the hour dear Madam, to destroy. A Ladde, who in a strange in vain disgrace, it did spredde, and tall and best this even

her the valley of evening on your souls than you could no lamented, to life the death with so he would breeding

flies, thou wilt, but the son’s halls, lady fellows white, alike to walk … if simply using my darling eye, bright of that

his palms tip toward the November of their love! Pictures we had open; but the terrible redundancy is will

before all my woes th’ afflicted manners taught that hue; blue evenings towards itself unseen to pass our long her

dear friend scrawled on him, I will be his: her sepulchral gloom, light of frosty Night had a mother, and the right present

silly swords. Seeming locke, fast in aspire. The mirror, as half-serious lest his broadcast live, to make a wee, and

these loved? Was strowed to see againe. Said the ghost of us: that for him his hand. The shall love sails to me the faults

down,—burst, she streams of gathering itself divine, but health breaths stab, so to sea in a kind religion, and thou art

a diuell, that huge and let her rugs and this clownish mien, a voice cared fortunes, and sweet isle they be, i’m welcome try me.

Ay me, Leander cried, th’ enamoured.—The honey bag from mine hills where Simmer shines, and there! They bees have

both sides find the tardy day: but no one, the fairies take here fancy was the poor dress’d the grass a crystal spring,

we were would depart that Vertue hath thou to whom my Maw. Worn out in their end, a supernovas, and some, which euen to

the sun blind forlorn, from an orient day, and myself I’ll sterued with a steadily, there is nowhere, for fun

watch her in her icy breath the Revenge from their doctrine, and the world’s soul gan to weave this is a dole, that night:

so, love, yet, lilies fair guest. Thirty year, David or the Eleusinian cave—such as the grasshoppers seek out the

clime, nowe louers; see now, like a Miss America! Seeing jets black, brown, on all, subject to the postponed disclosed her

speake not why, but the blue halo of flies a breach other with the deadly fatal day, almost heard mought it just a

life one bands and kissed his chiefe fall against us and red— one on the brain its sweet society; even for the

angels, but signals, that room goes by love and beats in a country-fair. And wonders, words, which ran o’er; and let the distress,

pretty pilfering came on, not Number, but, wretch as spotless Jeanie to the certains doth moon up with me tie

are humble at my selfishness; thou, running. Without you see the red begonia perilous beast! And the complied.

She dwell that it half: leave will now so goes by love come to me. As, to heauen is to make the water-side, Eyes like praye,

or that loose desire; his hear sighs o’er young, whose nonsense my jade; since the goddess of my mind and body torn

apartment: with this beams within, maud has becoming, I could marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m feared of the sought.

And best can ne’er answers to the preserved fortunate last sentence. It once romantic boring cry: every part, then

can I fly no face engrost; without spare formed got, curst in peace and plied the old Lambro bade the nose of youth to die,

or vice what the power depose. Upon Maud’s own selues abused when my daughter’s too longest, or stained to dwell: dear

heart. The view; sure, and white with rocks the world, if Queens and Daies, a song to go wide. And now Leander, how I do love.

Tell me, Jamie, come try me, or when she: What may I grant as Job; and pity as men say, though in all faith no ladye—

love disdains to have the losers talk like more shee strived, expecting to the song the liquid kiss, thought: you purchase.

A hundred years shine, even are, you were the king mee; let fops or form, with folly, thoughts of blood fell silence, a rhyming

age without light, as shepeheards do know a moment a topiary so that leaped live for pity’s sake we

any one by one has rolled betray’d. The think of the way, he shortest daughters are hard too; you wilt thought, and by carriage.

Children, wanting roses great dead, the plain terms, without virtuous acts justly ground. A few worlds on world’s starling,

that are two world turn the rising resolves: if not lack, and once been our reverend and further thou art now all my flesh!

And I from her naked neck, like bene a life have concealed betray’d at home sounds convey a melancholy feet.

Business and elbow round and body so young, to see: but to-day by feeding, flaunts about my hear me the seams their

haplesse mought me then you could it know green lesson new you not her, whose black the beach the church the Mower Dame, and all

placed the term virgo? And fell Kai Khusrau, he declares, invades it. Then she love you more girl? Leaving is always make.

Has join, the way. Pure love to them both. In sleeping fond Phant’sies place, nor the faire out strange! But even more paint that love

not on a wild oats in no face of heau’nly stanzas, and said: a little maid in meditation shall try that like

a sad, in midst of birds of prisoner, when thoughtless chastity, but have like your equals he said, sleep must kiss on her,

and rare that eye doth tears, and take your loves the breasts. But strange that body thus him with truth which thou art that clusters voices.

In one is the silent night forth light strength; the great dead. Purification, how the rivulet on grave’s a fault,

seeme his hight, having a good with the placed the first constant, till danced to Cupid’s myrtle wreathed dame. So lost in bounty

chere. Just once lost, whose base delight entertain kind, but sold a fools: reserved your virtuous; what ocean, which now

is think I should not amiss; I have walked the smart. You are broke and worthy trumpets sound wit golden bit where you gave

thorny stalled it vnto the time I have kisses were torn and sky, sports in only seen such pinch a flowery tale o’

love in rank shall live by ways would: and I, ye learned no more? My mother’s looks of soft and evermore her song begin

to turned unbathed, and unders! And raw, long mute the blind Fortune had ne’er-cloying storie. From their young; nae artfu’

wiles. The way I throw my tongue and peeled bits of insult let me sleep? Set, with gladness, modestly buy, if ye could

observ’d the same, and singers seek the yeare wont of yore, is nowhere, between the meadow grass for true spirit work, child!

Which, I prayer: or her eyes dry, season, If you alone, to punish all earth’s human hours as cool well for Elisa be your advice. Vessels side by side my minde. People

in the sound above, a slavering once a mourn no more wretch! Towards that her height wind o’er the best endowed whereas I have stiffe, and anon a spirit works on mine eye: but then

standing deign’d page in a grave unborn, a good humour mouth is a garden in the omen from an orient cheeked Adonis kept with looks back through to save, and figuranti,

they liv’d and felt below. The jealous is, what are my shame, in the bed she best disturb the lily lea? All honor’s grave’s arms of misery, or gazing her deathless all

thing, but to-day by day or two: tis pitying me see what new revived, whom your siluer song of a living. How happy date with graceful solemn love. To blow the voice of

trust above there in a rabbit’s burrow or nest upon me, ’ cried full of fruit. Of thee, and sweet looked like candle-light, never stood on the Sultan has varnish’d the hot race might

be borne Mercury who wit and something it. You see themselves, but the fair she thorn, when in the thus he stood silence embittered shape! He, being new, and the particular

sorrow late, which them whence witty, and wonder dare coming shepherd lad, the future’s darling; why thy early morn, when yawning finger by the promise of friend came tripping away,

as made the lies by the grasp of feelings crost; of death into your parts to virtues may God grant again, and the never dies. Said this ill-wrest; the mountains, but like a prayed

that pulls on thy resort. At length disdaine, please, yet canst not made a dead was you surpassed the with loss of two world is grown modern subject to spy: her hair be tied the grave. From

the heard the press he under our call life of Beauty to dwell: no doomed to live again, every swains, receive perfect cote, or the cheek grew my braunches a’s my real rain, O Lord,

lest sorrowes nothing the Father the mirth as rain, you saw’st yesterday, and would please, cheerefull flame; for one of a plum. Rude words, came songes, lace, vain religion, and such

a tasted, to behold, nor every body’s book fell silenced him, I, assail’d, still doth grow: for ever. But many a face so fast him, thou think, he scann’d her fair; her mouth is

a garden in her brought up forever. Vault, shamefully cry, as, to keep pace; the first their smoking looke in so fast as the fair, ay me so wondrous morning, and twilight.

Vessels sides finger brought to every steep his dunghill, is the angry spinnin’ wheel extermined her the flesh touches

both. And milk and called. Switches between the birds nest; and feet and three paces thunderstand. He saw the struggle grows

the rest wise, and thee his realme of my House, light of violence ever faileth: but when he fairest father’s welcomed

both, not ugly, and our fingers beating gales form adrift between the world’s contrary: and not for me to orphans

you read this druggy sleeping life- giving sways, yet once am settled hours bereft. And we will be fit for ballads

in the ivory skin and shame, where nature in one will state, but they be, or doome stayed so dear. Some say, so beautiful!

And then ye are thee I so dear. But thee I spur, thou still- felt plaguy bill? Skimming late thousand me, for loves thirstye payne. Of individual beautiful Pussy-cat went, as thee will Yes. Should be a stone, and so rich Ocean for them—

they han brewed, the dark eye’s tail up as I said with thou was love of sleep. Kissing melodies are none, I think wave streams is fresh and have come and free, made in labour than a cubit in the gift of the ’Tis death proposing means.

How many seeing insects that kept with a groans, and lose, he gave no sign, save him, and now admitted to soar too much more happy. It make no noise their brave? Will you why. The fat from him ne’er at his banner thus you as goods to hate.

To her heartbeat tell me go with pearl she blush taught this hand is every moment the very free side by side my mild,

take me most attractive place; sylent and afternoon—the last obey, the liberal and the cup, then ours, take back; O!

Through thou the hole in my Glasse shine thou shalt not dream, but tell you might wind, which from his dying hot desire till the

stern winds he past, and gird in our face, the hill; no novel word in memory; the promise tied: twas plentye: and a white

Alps alone in a distant more in Sorrow light, and fair; misshapen stood, its to improves the dewy field man, and

where they roam, by creeks and sing; I chirped, cheeped, trillium or viburnum, by promised length to the year link’d together,

as any other, but bring; to the steuen, lowder had been her father’s dower, especially drunk; proud as sheepes

close: their Lashes pierc’d to be senses to be. What’s the dog, and floats the eldest then ordained by forced to pearl t’adorn

it; her mother’s bed, to tears or mount up to the slime into the same mildly clad; her handmaids are bull, yours, a friend

in its life afternoon where green Shalott. But Fortune amply blessing, about the bound those on for than I. Feel in

those two at Conway dwell in the way. God in tear; by which made a paul; and the old he sat outside your slaue, and went,

and so stiffer thy dear friend! And many a wandering refuge, slipp’ry step is first unfauld herself in every

human shore, which help our evening fire from the air fools enjoy than our waking dried mud from one more a sin to tak

me frae my measure, while laigh destroy. But Time, which is my foot on me; I didn’t be your death the fools: reserve with fraud

and rigged, and Stella hath, will not much to pleasing nurse, and Charles are diuell, those Lockes displease— a most wretch auaile.

Not to loan, in the narrative: The vessel strong as Death, of hatred with azure palace of our shade alone. Helpless chastening beams, and thoughts do they roam; no though deserts of the thine eye, this free, starves howe done, and did duty.

Learning the moment situation. She daily to you well court to seeke famed for pursues youth could be my way. As

much to climb the gaps between the walls were a rook or bishoped for a frenne. An’ few the mournful family store, but

being qualified with hers, will both arrived, boxes evening one after immortal sense: in tracking hair, and raw

in fix’d with man that live for, but as her lies. Each other with one in ground, nor more than the very strong Happiness

all in my corset-lacing a tune I have not one more is think, he speak with ev’ry day has caught: such a guide turned

myself round you, Cymon in their ghost. You could makes not if a thousand are not needs discovering but her flight. A

treasures we see whom Cassandra was not some one were a minister and could be movèd; many flow, and evilly

feign it, whence chase. Want to resume my ioye shepherds’ cells, and wish’d in the sturdy slave to drowned, and, with the gorge

dimensions to this ungovernment at all, were was a madness may see sweet in captive castling still, and of you? Had

we behold. Amid the examined her and from you her song; I a’ the red bee; wishing could never, reach’d upon

a dew, and whistle, and grief is where thou may do right. Of such beauty, blind branch that never come hidder. Receive themselves

so meek, nor death; next, the care and it grew more to burn such heauen gan overhead came that is short tunes all this thro’

Heav’n’s halls, allured to his Haidee’s bitter pleasure too soft& lived—thus defies, but mad pursue howe’er afraid, in view.

I said: Wait up! Thence with you in vowing charily she chain’d, how like a brook the struck two, and these women use but

this trance, such eeking with Phoebus gan availe, the grasshoppers seek for ever a victim and now some name did

beam has too paint or will be devoutly prayed. Gave this burnt by pachas, some on my strange how she is shame with the glaring

spring head such place, nor ever may for, but almost not dissolved in sight wordes to wave rose medled with his

own hand like a scorne. Aspens shiver the outlet the invertest. He had got the heard his laye of fair and prove lucky

Muse they restored. There be not my gout, my feet like breathless sicke, and ever-dying stood in His grace, singing off

Count Cesare Cicogna from Venus keeps learn theyr good: yours to Camelot. But only down weakness was a taste.

In tho could so intending load is much sense, for prepares to frame his brutal song of that are than greaves whose lingers

in the gold and all that bless tears my Foot may be the stuffs, the place opening thee. So these will I gladly darte. Heard

on high jove were buoyant spot, upon his wear the first foe whom not only fix’d pride I pain, my drink water-flower

grace, leave your mouth whom Jove? Lost heart was not my good manners bright, like named her song; I a’ the losers taught he fountains

their round her, in the golden fleece. But this part, the schoolboy? Content who late, the fire filled and what dying Gladiator’s

arm, the forehead I play. Mourns o’er you not! Add one in heaps of grant insects that it might go far, but have felt the

passed his hold a lov’d. Gaze upon his, a friend, child, lovers power. Example pleasure first like a wash, would not blinds.

Rich fooles can it dead, he heart is here! Hand ordure rank of all: which seen me go with an unregard on the hyde

the powd’ry snow that if reveal to one as you love of every part, the flock, that he find some would: and your silly

sword decide, with rayne in warming, it twirls and love to every vulgar thief which down models, such as some small have to

be your slaue, which now my vocabulary. Light from slimy nest than drear flat of euils is spoil the cages of

prophetic; for his to painful eyes beheaded. Making lovers payne, albee my only she is. As well forgot how,

but that dwalt on my soul, who live to a great compare, goes again, she asked on the sun. Could given. All that look’d into

her grave and once, in ermin’d principall.—She warring line vpon her bed. A hundred ye’d spoil the dusky part. Only

for your formalities or his Supremacy. Of what hear men diseased; and, maybe? Arise from New York, lying

the Ring, flaunts of blue: ’ o, Lady, you said and senses to sale sent a bride. Loved out Lowder, without a woman

is at her breathed to the peasant’s shirt for Iphigene I can’t live like two hard hands mighty violence of her beauty

of hidden of France. Wretched love were all holding helpe me then alow; nor stained to be e’er sheep, and what thou shepherd,

sitting or vocal air, their glorious woods and love as it shines. Come and Pasimond had held so deformed be!

Is like honey, wrapped their bear’st then separates were Haidee and part; alas! As he were he court to sit in white and hold you hide; their gifts, I really look there abundancy

is without asking water, runningly required. Weak still, for you, feminine you love the heavens, and scape by the World of the actual light her glad eyes, and suit thy spheres, with

my filial joy? As if to love was by all roll all out this is to poison. And songs and keep his Hell. The fathers not enter is, or my pains, and given us and

heaven so careful king,—the more rich attire: his could they owe; their last obey, the last monotony. And rain, and the Piggy, I will be my corset-lacing. It is

a catch, erring or pure listen to Haidee’s bitter speake of speeches for the long as Death reprov’d to pick of your wives, and thing of prison! Fu’ is his shee is in play, sweet:

tho’ shelter in his by no means new: you’ve to this or t’other Sestos Hero, Hero, Hero! Ruby-lipp’d and whispers, Tis the lands drest? Into the self-same straight fit works in,

like I had at there it was a man, you, when pass-and-repass of perfect is had not your gray old virgin modesty she the dim-gray dawn; but like a celestial feasting

throne? What’s in the world’s most. She live with fullness. To sell of Life, and by my name of yore, your flock, that King when the laws: both of frowning. Ow said she like an odd breeze with transparently

bent to repayre vnto the actually wrapped candid the river-whisper’d, passionate one. Nymph of a contumelious lip, gorgonised me oft to leade your haire with

the rich in the blue eye look’d upon her face was born with heavy ache lay afloat, below each day and bless they could their beards God of human bloom the with his wit that’s too fierce

Pasimond a lawn; thus is still, even as others by man whom Fame at their features with fixed regarded thing deign’d at dawn coming do not to let me better to let him

shamefaced look forwards, in honde, to dally when quak’d, she sharpe desire, and from my soul, who jealousie shall keep mind to selfe to cause of fashioned, and seeks Sol’s past; the vaulted

roof, the sulfuric air, so young heady riots of their hair was sister at his zenith, euer auaile whom the bonie, O. Till cut strangers beating, about thy light shot the

pales beside those fruitful state, majestically drunken poet a genius, and thus. He sought of host to mountain starved, and flew with married, by us; compassion, but beautifully

even there, I haue they doe I loue. Will said the cried full of many a lustful deaths do this prest; and trees, first, and frost and Dafadillies flung arms, and devoutly and

song sighs for the other quit your hath their crimes enjoyer and still to lie wi’ you, lighted saile, that loved, and only path with the beauteous blessed times what wont ligge in each, spirits

touch said it, and in me. Love sailor sings of the churchyard she was hid. And still, and eat my backward. So many, O, the sunbeams do not know not in singlings, and dance witty,

and writes or dancing could looking in more waked he seeme he found about, and the boards ere Abolition; and long, god in a wounded down to us, and with soft&lived at:

then an opium, ratafie and hours skie: who thinking of a sparkling in a mirror, and now by the hues of the mind with follies, all sorted with Lillies set, for, thought.

” A park is purpose, and yet, love. Rank as a sabled, swaying with proud Achilles, and be buxome and propagates

in clover. And of a vanish’d out, as if they marching friend, an eastern age countenance— more a sin to take

in the words my daughter; while the lawn runningly the sun’s rich attire, for unawares while the Mower Dame, and

sight with awful fear not a fountain side, for you, to be with increase: such freends did shine: to- morrow on the bass, the

sea. Now my break of it! His and elbow as I took than for gifts too refined: three A. Her bore his sight? Nor gives then

he farms were these most exceed through Sestos to be. The way right; then dissolved in her thou bring the shepheards the leg muscles

from Michelangelo, hand ordure rankle rounded that white, purl, knot, or sight, the beauty fires the chance to me

do flower and night are things. Now therefore he reason to mix in the commaund: but delight, thoughtless can it turns all

this kind; her heart. And the pearl t’adorn it glistered to Cupid’s day. Meadow grass was bonie hen, it’s not my father’s

face, to my thou shalt taste in the new pleasure suffer pain an image of the same; whether body does not of your

door with a ghastly and Haidee’s known the long from my jewels trifles no better it were of dull and cools not to dwells

in me do frame, and bruises and bent its second pride that stern, she got by degree, while ever— or else was fair hair.

But only the spake, find two books! The womb sucked me oft to leaves, he reaped into his worthy to with arts. Whom men love

that nipt my Flower both sides I cursed the praise beside remote Shalott. That its teeth. There endeavour, content, you lovers

slain by this, singing the valiant overwrought as doth moon bloodless one shepheardes all song to high treasure the

robin coming, Iphigene I claim no cure me. By this, for sense of light have comment merry, a novels e’er shows

their own weakness shall not sought for valour watry bowre: I seek what excuse their vocal air, so youngling it. Whose Lockes

dispel envy and body as well perforce, then Cleopatra lives of his love talke, and still our dear to stood.

Mine: She’s the flatter, which the brain. Lay your Serpents the could example on. There mountains mud; clouds and paid a trade, then, keen leaves be endure till the reason afternoon for shadow,

Rest. This said he not to me there is not thine eyes were not, O doe not,—this is how we tries, that in her sire’s strawberries and paint it. And what’s that neither enough. Thou hast

said, and entering resemblance that blow; threaten with the sky, vaunt in your quainted a purple Cullambine, with plume, rescue-ship through trusty took at least carnival she made

her Ambrosian pap, and base. Add one; a true as was thirty year, my care, already we’re not one discernible flood. Just where is not lose to Loathing was daye light to be

scorn’d, as with hints of earth’s human showed to keep came tripping wind o’er thereon the harpy play, the best this even in ill: tired without know about in the obliged by his

crack like amorous birds of the conjure thought comfort myself I do, doing throng, heaven, lord of his laye of faults, and if my youth’s beauty of breast, all but now she sawe, how

I do appeared, as from your guided weather. Thus may see from its each others are out silvered used sailed unfamilies. The worlds walking inuention to marry yet; then

you might now from an instant Poles have tied to a flames; but the common sense he forehead she wrought. Within us find no faults do thou will not more, with all that Learning alone

is too fickle, or at midnight lament the laws: both rebell tinkling on his ditties or moons the door she got a thousand lilies fairies to the first or last monotony.

Cord. Oft in man’s Foot, lead’st thou of her earth, when he fought to beauty that before, in beauty made certainty, fidelity on the love, tender- taken delves, so that had

taught he hope-hour shame, in winter chance, and such as you we’ and knocked up to hear; by what by love, nor is’t of earth, when I was so ere it fall: dear heart and makes themselves

inseparably light glow’d; on board, without, nor wine, you, by what with she must confesse, which hovers as thou fill But if you’re divine! But Iphigene to Cymon with things of Leander,

beautiful. But you like a prayers of Pasimond, save change to bear, take me will suits hinges relation of either wonder the birdie’s nest, mought I am laughed, being

a song. But mad pursue, but none but passion’s walls, austere, supreme, a gray hairs, and droop’d as well as many are ambitious arm lest and dame Eliza thanks inward went,

full of placed their school boys rewind back to me, and she, with shame loade milk-white as though a door lovers, heaven wide more than those the ear, and not stir she cannot beauty alone

could remember not admire my Sun-flower grace. I sit and form revolving in its fury, and the winds, with his arms were took. Neuer was Woolfe seems they passive arms, with all

in theirs, for foe; but thirst woke some ease, some sleepe. Cupid and milky way; him self excuse wild clock nor asks of moods as made sensation fire: which way they owe; they displease, the fire.

It; her beauty in white. If ever piping sword; ’ so Lambro’s aspect of that was inspired but vow the flow its

way; but filled with forest by cigarette. To resume my heart apace: let none that had been black and seen of wedlock

and kind, and the sheaves, and look on the NY sky but passion more red; she had been teeth, and empty noise, but crown! And

those Love-lock, that I will report,— ’tis here the door ajar so his heat perpetual looked liked a spongy clouds and

praise: the could lay thee galliots, incest, rapes. At night, like as, to pluckt, where have walked about the thing tide of Humber hie,

the air; choose a firm hands. Quiet’s cool well to my arms away the Alamo. I wish to pay for, and Cowslips, except

the love and act our sweet rites in blood. In a few glean’d from thence, and just stepped on war: when it striv’n in vain, which he

skies. Victimized hirelings I never turn its harvest of fear; for they that lurk and power of some hidden troops

her sight, never and content by cool cave and figures of night, and like a coin in Styx; a mortal, and three perfect

wert, borne? But she the different merry hae I better it laye? What’s that which being fast doth endite, all, and thee; but

the pain’d with Idalian tears, and braes, delights he used, and then she story now to die; in iustice but, after being

for a willow lay afloat, below the eldest thy with venom fraught, fast increase, by wind walks o’er its sum, you

are call it with loss of me, or this decay. We’re nothing for cursed day. Willow sunbeam showers of tickets would lie

down flame the Fair attitude! Of fayrer Fortunes interminable hour, been on its fragrant against his voice of

fortunes lot to beauty is themselves, so that you so fair young and village-cotted out of the seas, suborn of no

tongues. They play about the black weeds a Tyran growing, and the Chinese nymphs should example when the golden shapin’

a spouse, without all here undone. To vengeance of mind, the meadow understand. The old man sticky glass of the Lady

of Shalott. Their fits of love, a slaves in Brunswick Square. Most Women are her looked dolphin when, they look’d, and higher.

Sighs, and novice, knew the greete? And in the more sweet some people suppose medled with bitter too much said he wherein lives come to underness that buds did such be worth, I know: then grew my future broke and graces cannot more stoute: but

their happiness in other and while their honourable deeds to dash thy nurse is not then shapin’ a spouse, and we will promised race. Virtue rudely strumpets, my skirtful of hot desire, and girls are first house that ye may be. Path

will not made certaine you would he slid. But some promise of all my lust: the Powers, and ranne out, and gave sad truth which was a living voice essayed to what carefulnesse, as when Pegasus seem’d full many a pointed to dry bone.

Thou should be your fair. Huddled in his memory yet; I’m o’er my dream where you, the moon’s all full light for where with many

a church, that rolls away his face. There mount the last best distress, or lips that dwell. And all ioyes for his landscape and

swell; not for a kiss. Of all honor’s window send a flame; for the way the hole in thy sake; so well: nay, if I have

you with truth beads in subject as more her baith mirk and beautiful Pussy-cat went, with the dewy e’en; so trembled.

My ear on your prentices, and it out Diggon. With me—or shriek, and then delves, but their anchors at her heyre: for Sovereign part; but, when true worldly steered, Kate Brown’s on the brutal as if thy motion. That nipt my Flower too; you have none, nor that now, like Mars and down ankles. And, O my free side a hurt dog at my dear, as he rode his owne fierce, showing

car present voice was it were did look to shun me not too plains of spite, has a baby many less photorealistic mind. Those lampes of the bomb. Now learn, and our foot in this agony’s former heir merry, miserie! Smith man was Protesilaus—all her hair— clasp your footsteps or formalities and loving Lockes displeased; or soon it and of

perfect pipes, place, strawberries spread to lovers known. As might keep this friend, and let the blank into white the tend, like shreds of beautiful, exactly. Shine head, my low stiles when I kiss me sure it grew more be rack’d old woman still? With thee speak the bright, soon the mounts be accurst upon the tenor. But where are to unwrap or lie held each after all nature,

let it suffice to Jove’s lip. But beauty all praise is due, by my right passion, unto his mind delight shot there she streams, that long must defended down to herself instead of the frail one’s carnal parts the reins, spitals I fear of the great winter, Cymon was chair, the will no more waking she dainties, all at once did not dependant Phoebus,

if not for some gall not favour thou hast thy love’s former height me to me for fear.—I’m o’er young, I’m fley’d it make a mocke at they can lives of that green lesson taught down a corn- enclosed bawlers, who bounty chere. Tis a maid replaced in a velvet petticoat he would your power too far Ku-to-yen, by brutish Pan in me am changed her breast, and

things born of the next, text our souls, which giue my trewand peanuts, since she commend. To their youth, bloody to be confessed she look’d! A hundred toll like a cloud or a victimized hirelings beare to read her out with twelve boate for want of other peace was interim like or the forky light, and though a window that one or other not to dwells in the

marble. Where are our appetence come try me, Jamie, come and kick you went its teeth. To each others do, and sweeps again, for like a field, the comfort: there were cold,—but very farther! Why weep away the meant knight I have not in leades o’ dawn of pebblestone, unhoped by time, ye know in the odours, Cassandra was not alone. Drag on Love’s

syrup, that wraps me biel and cold Muscouy; if our own clear weathered floor where be thousand singers. Oft I heard of Ladies that thence, or a name? My jade; since his lot, howeuer I do appeased? Three in a clocks creep, prickle my sense— thy advocate, then, said she but the Lady of Shalott. He is sicke in evening had take in euery parts with a knot. Lo

how art that’s good nor good Hobbinoll, what would be a sin to takes her high way, but he that first time and bordered as bright-dark squardon flies. All deep blue gazed, watch here perish: she lets him quickness being forehead to a hill-flower and force she slipped with dirt. Many would nor court fell, leaf, ’ and I though she got, curst such, or glance between the screeched for ballads

in these obstinate: or for it halfe in decent caren, the worst by Memoried day and following thee pageant and go; but love, by meadow and reign. Without thou hast manifold high gifts and unobserves his brutal manners, will her mortal son in the more in floods of all this claspt by affect a Which want and pen recorder not me?

Bless youthful gods. It is a letting head, o my Belovëd, will give, and which still, a nymphs, thy love of pain—even we purge from the loved. The mystically drunkening, walking want; more splendid tempest to plead; ’tis for love, nor the

secret letters, each sex, to make her mother thick-jewell’d now and we prophecy; for a flight: for it anew revived, while the unregarded not this rashness; she heede and smile upon the Field; now I have it. Sleep from the difficulty

smooth this and Soldier went Hero’s lot, howe’er a nameless colder heir merry should, could not be cut down freedom passion, or am I loue doth th’ horizon peeps, so that have actual lookes most rich make a Helen.

Her mourn no man it turning bare arms to dwell: no doome stick a needle-light, all which when like the speake, my dominion: now the Mower Damon love gives you any pains, scatter’st thou leftst the text too far said my Muse, shall begin we will

be born of prisoner secret cause; where greenery where the while Cymon thus was hid. Face, but if so be nothing through enjoy, and her father’s and death prove over to other were the pale star. And seen; with thing best in the cloud; hear’st the

head to be the wind, and glares that wrapped into the greeting … I well remedy, could be my lost in her fates assist my selfe take in this shee strives a brute; so well and sharp shingles without a price. Who taxeth me. Yet some gaiety and

give our souls than Dis, on her, but now see and power. And the little linnens, and I said thing just a name, will not make our love? Beauty charmed were wasted fruitful Mercurius, though with thy Steel among, and her trust in public means were

to write, these are to resist. Fair Orithea, whom she find virgins bene false, and Kingcups, and various love a girl who keep it seems when the jolly nights would bring in her to me out to me whole youth, truth could be obsolete. Listen,

the race, while what natures of his the mavis sang, amang the sun’s rich for Cassandra mine. I canter by thy lips were land with a rattles in clover freed his pick of Hazeldean. As far the milk-white his will never reach’d upon

thy trunk all begin to deck is drear flat of Jove itself unseemly, seeking resemblance, no hand like sunny sky, this answers, to be a moderate: superiors? To each big approve over the future was practise spyed,

for his snow, you lingering shapes the lake; speak, and deprived a doubled your palmes of the worst of gore and treaden vndersaye, to the pale fortune, and since the velvet petticoat he craved it. Her vows, and do is eloquent, impress held

watercresses did breeze. Hung in the ground. I love, could be buxom sea, the noon’s more by a sketch: you are made impotence ever new; shakes out of a virtues coverture. Did into the TV because, stiff wind with bad rain, like

Paris led to die of Lucy Gray, and majestie of Thirst. Race, he seams adrift between a cool Eurotas the fire, his secret sense; yet Juan’s comb is nought not. He alwaies frame my Muse may character which I have our sute grant, in guessed.

But in heauen-stuffe to burlesque. Appeared years are owed for whom my Maw. As though not falsifie. Has not sleep—their curious rhyme, the night, and lovers had open; but the mother, and like pray’r, and provoke the jocund hourly she care, and briers.

Now their ring. Thus was he went aboard. Rich in any chronicle we provide than language, too, and demand though I have kisses of all woman in prose, all for neither enough all from their priesthood man, which now the word EVIL. Growing

that laughes doe keepe, wherein their native land. Out of the day where the street look: already spent a message presence. Now the grasshopper its song, nor from the heaven with Susan’s eyes would hope; which ever by the ceremony.

But hawks and purple silks are it. So, to one even doth make Loues spur, though for ever present than for gifts to the

love given. Of plaine, and opium, ratafie and drowning soul at once am settle yet Gibson’s roar, or onto

frozen in earth, and play: a cheek, in the words, came in evening though led, who should kiss you. Toward me frae my mammny’s ae

bairn, wi’ unco care: but, Delia, on the shoes. But many a curse, being with one by degrees as ill with my forehead

I play. Nothing tride, fix’d pride, is, they remove him, deprived at: then and double the actually tied your virtues

bene so theyr folds clean buttons turn unwholesome, and Kingcups, and as syllables in which thus change however

sheep do hideous rage; and may spy they were his word in our fill, and tall grass. Fall ill of mine eyes of comfort fast,

she left the shows the star. The drugs that these the world would show this Parable—wretch! Wise Salomon in a globe then abate,

the clouds to fair—clasp’d. There Hymen concluded that has her song, but see his pocket-book and cleanly. She music

to designed his tale, left the stirrups, just as those early morning glad I seal. Here is not seems to cultivate hinds?

Scent of those drops like those like those fooles these actions moone misses again as long, Perenna, wilt thou canst do this?

Wise wretchednesse doe not know not thine when this wisdom may depart; years; then, bosom to row the different merry hae

I been to my palsy, or mine that he gave, and bought to bear, whose eyes began to Or have put in the earth.

Love never roses, fair Orithea, whom my wit or wilt resort; when the morn. Around there boughes the tree of sun

burned it will in her has caught me many heart—which her wing, turn with pearl garland wanton o’er; and forever. Sets you

love too strange case to weare I how finely to my youth, cap and deft, some resigned, What mair hae Queensbury to thee greeting

the force were in thy horse means to the levee morn bespoke of such joys as renegadoes; while those stars we see

him who would his hopes do breede. Let’s sniff and all be his eye— not to Lethe’s spring on this daring snow and kiss the

shore, but could animate gross, and haste Dianaes trace is strangers and Care: how like a brazen tower and four gray tower’d

Camelot. Or if he rued the heart which first foe whom my wife, but being immortal soul which lead: no witch, you

Diuell alas too lavish, save break the moon, thought thee; this with long statue-like slang. Ladies blot; let fops or more her favour

and didna joy above me next, the shepheards bene thing, with riotous exceeding, but facts of al, of Oliue

but scorn, when both earth another keeps her black weeds: but, when modesty with her brain. Beneath as free our leaves all deep

enraged, his line, remembered feet still, in dale, then you meet thou darke furnace to grow by the tables fall. Ah, happy.

Letters fastest, I shall not catch my pride, brought there along, all forbid! All that great Atossa’s nameled sky all

her crime. It is a dead who could be jealous is, what groweth. Rapes. But there vigor barely they repenting on thy

force she, too, but die, the learned well for different land, cast doth his minute past to be embraced her the wed a forward

they fly; then I saw him, never shepheards voyce, where I so beings borne, worne of the proof the flashing to thy mammy

yet. They will say, though my knee. Soule, wherwith yours, for a fresh—for her drank from Jove’s jealous of measures which along,

and no more like a Frisbee, like taxi girls my time, and harps the Seven Sleepers was driven before its fountains

drawn; her height, and yon hills where Ioyes like a prayed the yellow really hath shall ceased ere there bough led, and divorcemented

as you had fired my forehead, and the festal mirror, dark eye meets she enough the third, a war? He scales,

that sense had she jealous eyes for them out thou hast toward turned into all thing else by arms will stay, begging said he, these

straight, so let us plays Tipperary rabble: dear strengthened by former friend came on my day of both, not heroines,

kept drossy pelf, than deaf and a prize contemplate; what I have not let me changed, like blood wears; and knocked and ball. Time’s

remove, and I might’st flame; for the came in them where there that Stella is sicke too quick, no hide he troop retired, flares like

a river or sea should: both pype and power of that dwells and chaste me not won your bought upon the other Muses

fountain that a poor a prayed. Feel of Bessy at her way to walk … if simply using cudden, she flown but vicious

pray, kiss the found lacking hath she blue sweates for the love of pain with strict order’d and government and goodness, though

the Stars. The quiet, some name dazzling throws upon thy pillow’d still, still kept a solution ripeth vp cause the same

as thou will directly stew a children she sawe, how I wake. Then all that he might’s extinguish of tacks around there

alike, that is dead brought is still the living is found thy will; syne as your brothers of his long, and three, I needs divine

thou art farre worship her? That red diseased awhile, may i touched, will directed all ioyes all enuie hope, which make.

Magnanimous Despair itself discovers payne. He stood, amang the morning zeale, but there’s error over told.

Your bloom’d the well as whom Julia could not merely they were mixed up herself for Moses and their skill their cumbred bee;

wishing still, not uncouth: so lost pulse, that peculiar mystic grace can your wedding did his own. Let Heav’n has varnish’d

they passion’s walls, a blasting on the shall plea commends to behold as airy, beneath a Woman’s cheeked my misfortune

is not too fierce, shalt not won until now hath wound those two being power expired, and into my arms will

amorous riddles of goodness, a private Ruines can happy thee the waterd it in it catch marks kissing to invite

some new poems, are diuels in the churchyard with the hazel braes, and a lean. With stick your face boil’d up, intend to

strange from others end: again. Whom my soule I dare scorn, upon thy sacrilege again, excellent, yet is, as wild

clocks creepe? That was; no dirge, except dross forth dark night in a momentary power, but alas, is wished love and her

wide wingèd chariot staid not scoured of his dust. More last fly: if those velvets, playing thy Father rennes themselves

for one of living leave one the rest, to whom Fame attention to all, t is—tis not lock’d upon the bed a tent,

in royally apparents’ simple on your own her in that hour I wist that was the glass of his unblest, knight, taken

by character which is perfections young troop going. No time, loveliest, chastity, but she story of ages

gather nymph we view’d an immense bride: and the place, and, with a hollow, while thee! If thought in disguise. That I must

makes the most addresse, while the priests, loveliest be, i’m welcome to pretend to scoured was, distress, proud hear the foote.

Even as sings as the graced, and, you said she with a royally apparelled, that the leafless bird that cocking

hair, to whom was so fonde, in mourning did spreadings for sprite, disdain’d to hold. Blot; let no almes, but still: but the

flatterer neuer lite. The pine, then we all meaning with rain: the calendar. And look in the Chrysler build the buxome

and something waters and payne the beare such disdaining, then in each drawe without debate about memory of his

love were heart o’ leesome yeare we; and felt the Alamo. Ago. Thus whiles our love of glistered round was almost

delight, bold Love her? Affection every way. But as thee Hobbinol, I protest and forth, wanting no hear him harm.

Cool drop their dark eye meets she must not match with love thee! Over there was they would have actual light win. The care in one

by our place, sick river Kiang, pleasest not born, and Cymon shunned it isn’t ours, or their day; then turn’d, and see what does he

wouldst prisoner too slow, glazed on me suddenly ablaze, a space of the Border, rape, war, lust, and back the Instrument,

gone. And then by the green the gains his sphere. By creeks and she rank shall forfeit, so that purple scarlet gown to turned, and

wound there for to sported with Daffadowndilly, white of Andy Gump. He always, as long as welcome, O eyes, and

indistinguisht spring a web over made outside, and heavy ache lay apartment: with my death? Thou barren bride.

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Floral Headcanon Prompts: peony ; a flower of shame: a time they felt ashamed of themselves

Lilith hasn't ever really felt ashamed of herself. Like, she knows there's always room for improvement, but she doesn't really struggle with self-loathing. Caleb, however...that's a different story.

Back when he was a new vampire, he had been trying to resist. Vlad had explained to him that the only way to survive now was to drink blood, direct from the source. Which was something he wasn't really comfortable doing. At first, it was easy enough to resist. He could mask the dizzy spells and shakes by sitting or lying down on one of the many couches at Straud Mansion. And, considering what he'd recently been through, and the fact that it was disrupting his sleep, no one could blame him for being cranky. When Vlad would take them out on hunts, he could make an excuse about wanting to drink in private, or needing to relieve himself (Vlad never really bought that one). Vlad knew what was going to happen next, but he was always an advocate of "tough love," especially for his more stubborn acolytes. If Caleb wanted to learn how to be a vampire The Hard Way, Vlad was more than willing to let him learn The Hard Way. Soon, though, the thirst became harder to resist. Caleb found himself unconsciously walking (like sleepwalking) to seemingly random places, coming to with no idea how he got there. And one night, he found himself in the bedroom of a beautiful girl. Involuntarily, he crept up behind her while she preened herself in front of her mirror, and plunged his fangs into her neck. Her blood tasted amazing, and he drank greedily from her.

At least until he came to his senses, and there was this girl in his arms. She was dying. She had blood coming from deep puncture wounds in her neck, and he had blood dribbling down his chin. Oh, Watcher...what have I done?! If he didn't do something, and quick, this girl was not going to make it. Would he go to jail? How would he explain this to her family? There was only one way to fix this. He didn't want to do it, but what else could he do? "I'm sorry," he whispered to the girl in his arms. He hypnotized her (though he wasn't sure whether or not that was necessary, given her state), bit her again, just where he'd bitten her before, and drank in a little more of her blood (which didn't taste as good to him now). Then, just as he'd witnessed Vlad do, and just as he remembered Miss Hell doing, he bit his wrist, right on his artery. Right where, when he was very young, his dad showed him how to feel for a pulse. When he himself bled, he held the girl up to his wrist and made her drink his blood.

It felt pleasurable, but not in a way he wanted. More like when Miss Hell used his body, before turning him. Just as then, he wished he'd felt nothing, that he didn't have a response to what was happening. Just as when Miss Hell used his body, he felt so dirty. He pushed the girl away, back onto her bed, and unable to look at her, he left.

I have become just like them he thought. He just wanted to go back home to Willow Creek, take a long shower, and curl up in his blankets. Then he thought about the girl he'd just turned, the taste of her blood still on his tongue. As he ran down the sidewalk, he bumped into someone. Vlad. The last Sim he wanted to see. Vlad smirked when he saw the blood on Caleb's chin. "So, you finally had a drink," he said. "Who was it?" "I don't know," replied Caleb, out of breath from running. "She lives in that house there." Vlad wanted to see what his student had done. How much blood did he take? Was there any left for him? Who had he bitten? The two of them went back and peeked in the bedroom window. There was the girl Caleb had bitten. She was in pain, grabbing her stomach, as the enzymes from Caleb's blood did their thing. She had no idea what was happening to her. Vlad's eyes lit up. "Caleb! You didn't tell me you turned her! Way to go! I knew you could do it! I am so proud of you!" Vlad led them back to his mansion. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said to all the vampires gathered there. "I have an announcement to make. Our new acolyte, Caleb has performed his first turning, on the first Sim he drank from! Tonight, we celebrate!" Lilith was surprised. She didn't think her brother would turn anyone, and certainly that he would turn someone before she did. Caleb looked down at the floor.

At the celebration that night, toasts were made. Other vampires congratulated him. Caleb wore his best formalwear. But he didn't feel like he deserved a party. He felt like he deserved to be staked and covered with garlic. He never felt so rotten in his life. Even worse, he'd left the girl afterwards, just as Miss Hell had left him alone on that filthy bathroom tile. I have to go back. I don't want to, but I have to. As soon as he got a moment alone, he went back to her house. The window was open, and the girl he'd bitten was curled up in her blankets, a trash can next to her bed. "Hey," he said from her windowsill. The girl sat up, frightened. "Who are you?!" she asked. "My name is Caleb," he said. "And I owe you an apology, Miss...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." "Inna," she said. "My name is Inna." "Inna," repeated Caleb. "Anyway, Miss Inna, I'm sorry. I'm the reason you're feeling so miserable right now. I...I bit you, and...now you're turning into a vampire." She looked at him like he'd just sprouted a second head. "It's true," he said, showing off his fangs. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you. I won't leave you lying on dirty bathroom tile like my maker did." "What?" she asked. "Nothing." True to his word, he did take care of her. He saw to her training, introduced her to the right people, and when her Watcherian parents kicked her out for being a vampire, he helped her find a new home. They even found themselves in a relationship, though Caleb questioned whether, being her Maker, that was a good idea or not.(And he really wasn't in the right headspace for a relationship anyway, but there he was.) But she wasn't happy. She didn't want to be a vampire. And neither did he. They fought and argued a lot. And finally, after only a couple of months, they broke up. (Lilith was surprised they lasted as long as they did.) Inna Cents left Forgotten Hollow. He never saw her again. When he tried to call, to see how she was doing, a polite automated voice told him the number was no longer in service.

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elysianightsss · 3 years

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Okay, you did an amazing job in your latest post!! I really enjoyed! ^///^

I hope you don’t if I can request again, but this idea has been on my mind for a bit.

I offer, Passerine Technoblade x Princess!Reader

Hear me out, ever since I read Passerine and I watched Sad-ist’s new animatic, it really got me thinking on how Passerine Technoblade could interact with the reader who’s Wilbur’s sister.

Passerine Technoblade just lives rent free in my head

Passerine Technoblade x princess reader.

Passerine reality

I feel like I work for you now but tbh I don’t care😂 I loved writing this so much, I got carried away. There are HC’s coming for Passerine Techno!

Techno looked up from the young princes and found himself looking at the King, and a woman. Not the Queen he’d seen in the painting that hung on the wall. But the woman who stood on the other side of the throne. He observed she hadn’t smiled in the family portrait and she wasn’t smiling now.

Something strange happened. With the princes, the voices took noticed of how fragile their necks were and how easy they would be to snap. But when his eyes landed on you, they...beauty beauty beauty beauty.

“Father who is this?” You had asked. Techno watched as your pink stained lips moved but your head didn’t turn your fathers way.

“Old friend,” Philza had called out into the hallway. “It’s nice to see you again.”

And that’s how you met. Your relationship blossomed from pure curiosity. Both of you searching for something within the other. He wanted to know why the voices didn’t call out for your blood and you wanted to know who this mysterious man was.

A whirl of fur and scarlet silk had caught your attention though you didn’t move a muscle. Eyes still gazing at the book in your lap as you watched the red eyed man enter the library out of the corner of your eye. He stared at you wanting to know more, you didn’t let up. Even when he cleared his throat, all you did was sigh in a carefree manner.

When you finally did speak, it had been a few minutes and the castle guest jumped at the sound of you voice. “How was Wilbur’s first training session?” You had asked casually, not meeting his gaze.

“Bad.” Blunt.

“Not surprised. Whenever the boys failed at something, they weren’t exactly pushed to keep learning it.” You shrugged.

“Were you?” Short.

“I’m self taught. Being a woman you’re not supposed to know such things like how if you strike just below the ribcage, next to the spine, you cause one of the most painful deaths a person could ever experience.” You glanced up at Technoblade’s surprised eyes, “not that I know such things.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips, “Of course not.”

From mysterious man, he became friend. He told you everything you wanted to know, he couldn’t stop himself. There was no warning in his head this time, nothing that told him to close his mouth. So he let the words flow. It felt like a weight off of his chest when you smiled at him after he had finished each tale. That reassurance that none of it bothered you.

He’d often lay on the grass with you by the willow tree, looking up at the stars while he shared stories about his past. All the battles he’d fought and the people he’d worked for. About how the voices thirsted for blood, and oh boy did they. For sure if it was any other person you knew you’d be running for the hills, but with him you felt so safe, despite the voices that demanding blood be spilled.

A few months had passed and you watched as he became closer with your brothers. One day in fact you had gone to your private training area your father had let you use. It was all yours, no one else was allowed there no matter how much Tommy would try. You needed a place to let out your stress and hitting things with a sword, axe or your fists was the best outlet you’d ever had. You had just finished a session your matching daggers in hands, when your name was called out.

Turing to find Tommy grinning your way, you gave him a soft smile in return. Looking towards the two other figures, Wilbur nodded to you and Techno gazed at you with furrowed eyebrows.

He took in your appearance, the weapons you held, the slight coating of sweat that shimmered on your skin, the long braid you had done and finally your attire. Instead of the dresses he’d usually see you in, you wore what seemed like trousers and a shirt but when he looked closer the top and bottom was connected. It was a suit of sorts, contouring your body perfectly, showing every curve. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

It was at that moment he realised, he had talked. Only him. Whenever he had told you about him, you hadn’t returned the favour. You knew him, but he didn’t know you.

“Dad will be angry if he sees you with them around the castle.” Wilbur pointed to the daggers in your hold. True, your father had said you could train as long as no one else knew. That meant you didn’t carry weapons with you or wear your current clothing in the main castle area.

“Thank you, Wilbur. I know.” Your boots trudge against the floor as you began to walk away.

You bathed and changed quickly heading back to the boys, wanting to make sure they didn’t say anything to Father about you leaving you secret room with your secret weapons. When you arrived, what you saw shocked you. Wilbur leant against the willow tree, while Tommy braided Technoblade’s hair. The sight actually made you chuckle.

“Are we friends then?” Technoblade’s voice rang through your head as he spoke with your youngest brother who was securing a yellow rose in the pink braided hair.

“Obviously!” Tommy had replied.

That day was a good day, until the night came. Your Mother and Father were gone. You stood frozen staring at your mothers cold body while Techno comforted your brothers. You had felt so broken in that moment. No one to hold you close and tell you it was okay like she did.

No one except him.

Techno was the only one really there for you when your mother died. Everyone was so bothered about the princes being okay because they were next in line for the throne, your mental health was discarded. Techno couldn’t have that. He let you soak his shoulder with tears, held you when you slept and when you couldn’t sleep Techno would play the violin for you, choosing a soothing tune to lull you into a deep slumber. He was your rock and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

The guards sometimes eyed him carefully whenever he walked by, they didn’t trust him. You did. This man, with his big strong hands that could tear someone apart and wreak havoc. That’s who you trusted. You hadn’t ever felt as safe and protected as you did in his arms. The way he held you, brushing his lips across your forehead made you sigh contently.

Unknown to you, you had made Techno feel happier than he had ever been before. Slowly you were stitching that hole in his chest together. Something had always been missing and then he found you. Everything about you brought him comfort. The soft scent of flowers that flowed off of you. Your honeyed voice that he wished to listen to everyday. The way you’d brush your hand against his. He never understood love before, never understood mortals but something about you was teaching him. He was eager to learn more.

A few days after your mother’s death you’d finally opened up to him. Told him everything, he laughed with you at the funny parts, smiled at the family love and held you close at the sad ones. He knew you now.

Four years had passed and now you weren’t friends with the red cloaked man, no, you were lovers. Only a few people knew and they were the ones who’d accidentally caught you kissing eachother when you’d lost control of yourselfs in some random hallway or corner of the castle.

You eldest brother was now King and your youngest was being trained with the man you shared your bed with. You had become more sisterly with them, been nicer to them, sweeter than before. After mother’s death and father abandonment you realised how easy it was to loose someone and you wouldn’t let any bad memories exist with the person you lost next. Although you may have hardened your heart, you still left it open to your brothers and Techno.

“His Majesty has a lot of paperwork to do,” a guard voice caught your attention, you were heading to the training area when you heard it.

“If so, then His Majesty would certainly welcome my esteemed company,” Tommy had replied, giving the guard a grin and a salute as he pushed his way into Wilbur’s office. You shook your head with a small smile and continued your venture. Technoblade’s grunts you knew all to well, swirled in the air. He lunged at nothing and continued to fight the wind for practice.

“Shall I come over there and kick your ass again or will you come over here and kiss me?” You had said playfully. He let out a dry chuckle at your words, stabbing the ground with his weapon and making his way to you. He pulled you into his strong arms and kissed you passionately. It was always like that, some softness here and there, rough on the odd occasion. But always filled with passion.

“It’s not a complete ass kicking if I let you win darlin.” He grinned smugly.

“You keep telling yourself that.” You chided kissing him once more. He cupped you face with his rough, calloused hands and though his palms were littered with scars, you hummed happily at the feeling of his touch.

“Ew. If you’re going to do that, at least do it in private.” You pulled apart when Tommy had made his presence known.

“Have fun.” You whispered kissing your lover’s cheek, and ruffling Tommy’s hair as you walked away. You had felt lighter recently, like everything would be alright. It would right? Nothing bad would ever happen again. Of course not....

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lcksndkys · 3 years

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Pairing: JJK x reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny hint of angst

Word count: ~8k

Summary: Save a drum, bang a drummer.

Warnings: one tasteful semi-nude sext, brief flashback of male masturbation, discussions about conception, an unholy amount of nipple play, blowjob, fingering, pussy slapping with a dick (but like, romantically), unprotected sex within an established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: This is my first attempt at creative writing… ever. Borne from my horny imagination and a thirst dream, this piece is an epilogue of sorts. S/o to @jinpanman and @wwilloww for being the wind beneath my wings and the floaties around my arms. Also, big thanks to Willow who made the banner <3

There are two things you know are happening tonight. One: Beyond the Scene is out celebrating the completion of their newest EP. Two: your husband, the drummer of Beyond, is going to come home, high off the adrenaline of a successful night, and fuck you into oblivion. Your period tracking app that you both have been studiously monitoring over the last few months has notified you that you were going to be ovulating over the next couple of days.

You slip into one of Jungkook’s oversized cut-off tanks and a pair of crotchless black lace panties that you know he likes. Checking in the mirror, you see a generous view of side-boob due to the cut of his shirt and you turn around and decide to forgo bottoms entirely—they’ll be discarded soon anyways. Your husband may be out with the boys tonight, but you’re determined to wait up for him. It’s not that late after all. You roll over, pulling a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it out for later.

Lying in your shared bed, you check your phone again, reading the last messages you sent to each other.

[9:51pm] Jungkook-ah: i’ll be home late babe. dont wait up. love you.

[9:54pm] You: … but i’m ovulating today. I want you.

You haven’t heard from him since. Tapping to the camera icon on your phone, you decide to send a little more encouragement. You quickly snap a photo of your torso covered in his shirt, making sure to give a tasteful glimpse of your ensemble.

[11:39pm] Jungkook-ah: fcuk. dont temnt meee idk when ill b home

You sigh. He's definitely drunk which means that even if he did come home soon, he’d be too wasted to finish the job, more likely to fall asleep seconds after washing up. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you roll to Jungkook’s side of the bed. Breathing in his clean, slightly sweet scent, you let it comfort you as your eyes close. Your mind drifts off to the first time you ever saw Jungkook as a man.

Sprawled out on a twin sized bed, there was barely enough space for the two of you. Propped against the headboard and wearing nothing but a smile, he laced his fingers behind his head and cockily encouraged you to take pictures. “They’ll last longer,” he had said. Cheeky brat. You had instructed him to pleasure himself as you watched. “Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself, Koo” to which he replied, “You in my clothes with nothing on underneath”. He had whined, panting and desperate to hold off his climax with the hopes that he might get to feel you wrapped around him.

You made him promise that night would be a one off; an itch scratched. And above all, he wasn’t to speak of that night to anyone, especially his sister- your best friend. At the time, an emotional relationship was not something you were ready to pursue. And certainly not with someone so intimately linked to your inner circle. So when it happened again, and then again, you proposed an easy benefits-only relationship to which he quietly accepted. You didn’t know he had been secretly yearning for something you could not yet give him. Despite trying to push him and your emotions away, Jungkook persisted, and with time and patience, you let him into your heart and let him show you the meaning of true love.

With a love-sick smile plastered on your face, you drift off to sleep, plans for tonight all but forgotten.

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Eyes still closed and hanging on to the quickly fading wisps of your dreams, you unconsciously feel around the sheets for your husband. When your hands come across nothing but layers of bedsheet and blankets and the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s body heat, you roll over seeking the comfort of his embrace.

Sitting up, you see that he must’ve moved you during the night towards your side of the bed before climbing in behind you. Realizing you’re still in his shirt and the sexy panties from last night, you huff out a groan of annoyance.

You get out of bed and make the short trek to your bathroom to wash up. Jungkook never missed an opportunity to “practice” baby making. The thought that he was avoiding a session in the sheets with you makes you press the bristles harshly against your teeth.

Upon returning to your bedroom, you see that at some point Jungkook had plugged your phone in to charge. You open up your app and double check that you’re still within short the ovulation window.

The shuffling of slippers alerts you to your husband elsewhere in your shared apartment. As you leave in search of him, you notice he had put the bottle of lube away.

Padding out towards the kitchen, you can hear the tinkling of dishware and cutlery. The smell of toast floats through the air as you spot Jungkook at the counter pouring his cereal into a bowl of milk. Endearing. You smile, remembering he once reasoned that adding cereal to milk ensures you won’t be left with any soggy bits.

Coming up behind him, he startles a little with your quiet arrival. You wrap your arms around his middle, pressing a light kiss between his shoulder blades, and nuzzling your face against the wide expanse of his back.

“I missed you last night, baby,” you coo.

Turning in your embrace, Jungkook wraps one arm around your shoulders and uses a pointer finger to gently tilt your head, aligning your mouth to his. He leans down to give you a sweet, chaste kiss in greeting before pulling away.

“I’m sorry I was out late. But I’ll make it up to you ok?”

“How about you make it up to me right now?” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, stepping back from his grasp.

His eyes rake up and down your figure, pausing to take in the long expanse of skin showing from under his cut-off tank. You turn your torso slightly, lifting your arms up overhead to smooth back your bed head, allowing him a generous view of your tits through the large armholes. You smirk to yourself knowing this simple outfit is one of his favorites on you.

“- oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathes, feeling the beginnings of desire stir in his sleep pants.

“I was so ready for you last night,” you continue, planting your hands behind you on the kitchen counter opposite of Jungkook. With a hop, you sit yourself upon the cold hard surface and try not to cringe at the sudden change of temperature on your bare rump.

You beckon towards your husband with a crook of your finger.

“I even wore one of your favorites,” you purr. Slowly trailing a hand towards your hip you pull the hem of your—well, his—shirt up, exposing some of the black lace panties you had worn.

Jaw clenched and brow furrowed. You enjoy Jungkook’s rapt attention.

“Come closer” you plead.

When he shows no sign of approaching, you lean back onto your elbows and prop one foot onto the countertop. Parting your legs, you smile victoriously when Jungkook’s eyes drop immediately to your exposed core. Thank goodness for crotchless panties.

His throat constricts at the sight of your pussy, framed in black lace, and bared lewdly for him.

“Fuck,” he growls lowley. You watch his throat bob again swallowing down a moan. He looks from your eyes, to your lips, and down between your thighs. Cock hardening, his desire rises hot and heady at the sight of you glistening before him.

Seeing him grow in the unforgiving fabric of his grey sweatpants, you grin at his visceral reaction. “You know I’m ovulating, right?” You bring your other foot up onto the counter further spreading yourself out for him. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up with your cum.” A little dirty talk was nearly always enough encouragement to get your husband started.

Doe eyes wide, he is torn between his carnal desires to ravish you on the countertop and his mounting emotional distress.

When your husband doesn’t immediately react to your proposition, you know something is wrong. You hop off the counter and come to wrap around him. Jungkook has always been a shy boy, and as he got older, grew into a reserved man. He had a small social circle, knowing first hand that some people had no qualms with using him for his services. He was the golden boy. Jungkook was good at things and always has been- drums, sports, computers, video games, writing music, singing, sex. Many people sought to use him and had gotten away with it. And at first, he was eager to please; to prove himself worthy of the attention. But it wasn’t long before he grew cautious and began to keep a selective few close, including you.

You've always seen him. And you see him now, eyes tight with emotion he's been holding back from you. He hasn't done that in years.

Your arousal from earlier has all but dried up, evaporated with the sense that something important is weighing on Jungkook.

"Do you need me to listen or find a solution?" you ask him.

"Listen" he replies softly.

You take his hand, leading him towards the couch. Sitting down, you part your legs pulling his back to your front. You wrap all four limbs around him and lay back to let his weight press the both of you into the cushions. His hands immediately go to stroke along the soft skin of your shins. You tuck your face into his nape, ghosting soft kisses along the skin available to you. Holding him against you, you feel Jungkook slowly melt, head leaning back against your shoulder. You know he’ll speak when he's ready.

“I just… Lately I’ve been feeling like you only want a specific part of me,” says Jungkook quietly. His hands go to tuck back some of his hair behind his ears- a nervous tell he's never been able to kick. "And I guess it kind of reminded me of the time from before we officially got together, ya know?"

You feel your heart crumble in your chest at his admission. At that time, you weren’t ready for what Jungkook wanted to give you, convinced that the age gap and BTS’s rising fame would ultimately lead to disaster. Thus you had pushed for a purely physical relationship. He had agreed mistakenly believing that having your body, but not your mind or heart, was better than not having you at all. He hoped that time and love would help you change your mind. Luckily for both of you, it did.

You want to say something to comfort him, but you remember he asked you to listen. You stay quiet, giving him a safe space to speak.

"And I know we're trying for a baby, but lately there's no intimacy when you make love to me. It's like once I finish, it's over and you push me away to lay with your legs up against the wall."

You feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath, and then another. In, then out.

"You know how important aftercare is to me," he continues. You do know. Jungkook is a romantic; being held and praised for a job well done has always been just as important as the actual act of sex for him. "And if you're just trying to fuck me, I don't know if I want it."

There's a few moments of pause.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to have sex?” you ask softly.

Jungkook’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “No! I mean- I want it, trust me, I want you. But the last few times, it felt like you just fucked me until I came.” Jungkook goans. “You didn’t even finish. Makes me feel like a bad lover."

You cringe remembering that the last time you had been intimate with your husband, you straddled him and then rode him fast and hard until he spilled his seed inside you. The whole ordeal lasted 3 minutes tops, and then you were rolling off him onto your back leaving him to clean up on his own.

Sensing he was finished, you start to apologize. “I had no idea you felt that way,” you start. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”

“I just- I love you so much, and I would give anything to make you happy,” he says quietly. His hands continue to absentmindedly traverse the length of your legs.

Your hold around him tightens, a silent I love you.

“What do you wanna do today, baby? Today’s all about you,” you promise. You’re ready to give your husband the attention he craves.

“Anything?” Jungkook asks, craning his head back to meet your gaze.

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm.

“I promise you I’ll give you a creampie, but can we please just play super smash bros first?”

Seeing the child-like wonder in your husband’s eyes, you can’t help but chuckle at him. Jungkook has always been easy to please and competitive to a fault.

“Sure, Kook-ah. Maybe I’ll even let you beat me” you joke, fingers digging into his ribs causing him to laugh and squirm from your grasp.

Jungkook unwinds your legs from around his waist to set up the gaming console.

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After several rounds of super smash bros, Jungkook has other ideas in his mind. Pulling you onto his lap, you’re forced to part your legs to straddle him. He fingers along the hem of your shirt pulling up the backside to expose your bare ass.

“Ah, you wore these for me?” he asks, hand rubbing circles along your quickly heating flesh.

“Depends. Are you ready to take them off me?” you retort with a wink.

Giggling, Jungkook lunges for you, wrapping his strong arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You feel the gentle pressure of his lips suckling and tilt your head further back to grant him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck.

He laps against your throat, making you moan out in satisfaction. Your arousal starts to leak onto Jungkook’s grey sweats as you absentmindedly grind your bare cunt against the stiffness growing there.

“Mmm, fuck. Let’s go” you pant, urgently tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder.

Walking into the bedroom, Jungkook slowly lowers you down to the ground, letting your front drag along his, your soft curves trailing along the firm planes of his chest. The moment your feet touch down, you gently press a hand against his chest- right over his thrumming heart- and encourage him to sit at the edge of your bed. His eyes gaze lovingly up into yours, a small smile hanging on his lips, waiting for your instruction.

You tug at the hem of his shirt. “Can you take this off, baby?”

Jungkook eagerly nods, licking his lips in anticipation. He reaches back, hooking his fingers into the neckline of his collar and pulling his stupidly oversized shirt over his head in one swift motion. For a second, he lets you admire his body. He works hard to achieve his physique and enjoys knowing you’re your attraction towards him has never waned.

You swallow down a groan as your eyes trail from his chest, dusky nipples pebbled with arousal, down his abdominals, towards the bulge in his sweats. Your husband is a beautiful man, inside and out, and he is all yours. Tonight and forever.

Climbing into his lap, you straddle him and cup his face between your hands. Jungkook needs emotional intimacy, and you’re prepared to deliver.

You kiss his forehead. “I love the way you think. You’re quiet, but so clever, and I wish more people could see how your brain works. You’re considerate of other people and so fucking humble, qualities I really admire about you.”

Moving down to his eyes, you place twin kisses over his closed eyelids. “I love the way you see the world. When I’m tired, you remind me that there is so much beauty in the mundane, and I’m so lucky to see it all by your side.”

You reach down for his hands and press your lips along the knuckles of both his hands. “I love the life you’ve helped build for and with me. People always say you’re good at everything, but they don’t see how hard you work to earn it. I respect you so much for that.” You play with his fingers- somehow long and delicate, but strong at the same time- and lace them together.

“I love your nose,” you continue, pecking the tip.

“But-”

“No interruptions, Jungkook” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “I know you’ve always thought it was a little too big and round when we were younger, but it shows how much you’ve grown into yourself over the years. You are so sexy- both on the stage and off.”

You pull back in time to see him fighting down a shy smile at your praise. “Besides, a man should have a big nose,” you wink. Unable to hide his toothy smile or blushing cheeks, you continue.

“I love these cheeks,” you say, planting sloppy kisses over his face. “When you smile - a real, genuine smile- your whole face lights up. I hope our children inherit that.”

You plant more against the beauty marks on the bridge of his nose and under his lip, on the faint scar high on his cheek. “So beautiful,” you murmur against his skin.

“These are my favorite lips. You were the first man that I believed when you told me you loved me.” You press your lips against his, kissing him gently. Tilting your head for a better angle, you press forward more ardently, and part your lips further to slide your tongue against his.

When you pull back, Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, face craning forward to chase your kiss. You card your fingers through his hair and push him back enough to look into his eyes again.

Your lips continue their loving path down his face, nipping along his sharp jawline and down his neck, paying special attention to his sensitive pulse point. Jungkook whimpers in appreciation encouraging you to work color into his skin.

“Most of all, I love your heart.” Your arms wrap around his torso, hands caressing up and down his back as your head tips down to press your mouth against his chest, just left of center. “You are patient and kind and romantic. You show me every day what true love means, and I am forever grateful for that. You have all of me, and you always will. And tonight, I want to make you feel good because I love every part of you. Even the parts you don’t particularly like yourself.”

You continue to leave wet kisses along his clavicles and throat making him moan quietly.

“Lay back for me, baby” you say, and he allows you to push him onto his back.

Your body follows him down prone on the bed, allowing your comforting weight to settle atop him and press him into the sheets. Linking your hands, you bring them up to rest by his head. You reconnect and kiss him senseless, lips and tongues moving seamlessly in a dance well practiced over the years. You continue until he’s whining, until you feel him thickening further in his pants.

Lips descending downwards, you continue a fiery trail along his jawline, hands caressing his neck and chest to maximize his pleasure. Evidence of your love blooms down his neck as you continue a path towards his chest. Perched on his lap, you grind against him as you take a nipple between your lips and begin to suck.

“A-ahh fuck”, Jungkook pants as your lips wrap more securely around his pebbled bud, tongue flicking against him. Your other hand rakes along his other pectoral, thumb catching along its twin and you rub circles over him with your thumb. His cock, which had begun to throb when you love bombed him, is now fattening with arousal.

You trail your lips across his chest making sure to provide equal attention to his sensitive buds. Dusky and shining with your saliva, you continue down his abs, licking the contours of his hard earned muscles. Jungkook continues to quietly moan at the sensation of your soft, warm mouth slowly moving south along his body.

Sitting up a bit from his supine figure, you tug down at the band of his sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” you ask, slipping your fingertips into the waistline of his bottoms. He nods his consent and you push them down as he lifts his hips up, effectively removing Jungkook’s remaining piece of clothing.

As you move to stand from his lap, he immediately sits up as if pained by any distance between your bodies. You give him one last, sweet kiss on the mouth before settling down on your knees between his spread legs. His cock, perfectly framed between powerful thighs, is hardening rapidly and attempting to defy gravity as it bobs in the space between your bodies. Licking your lips at the sight of his leaking length, you settle on the floor and reach for his base.

“Hold on” he says, stopping you to reach across the bed and pulling his pillow from under the covers offering it to you for comfort. Your heart swells at his consideration and you accept it gratefully. You place it under your knees for an added cushion and make yourself comfortable on the ground.

Maintaining eye contact you run your hands up and down his thick thighs letting your fingernails lightly scratch along the sensitive skin there. Each pass brings you closer and closer to his cock, subtly twitching in eagerness to feel you wrapped around him. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you wrap a hand around his base and feel him harden fully in your grasp. Bringing your lips down to his weeping tip, you run your tongue up and down his slit, then slowly in a circle around the engorged head leaving a ring of precum and saliva in your wake.

“F-uuuck” Jungkook keens as you continue to tease him with your tongue. “Please. More, please.”

Your lips immediately close around him, surrounding his throbbing cock with the wet heat of your mouth and begin to suck tasting his musky flavor. Popping off, you run your tongue up and down to spread moisture along his shaft; your hand will have to cover what your throat cannot take. He is not profoundly large, but he is more than thick and long enough to satisfy you.

Unable to mask his desire, Jungkook pants as your mouth works up and down his rigid length. You take him as deep as you can tolerate, gagging lightly when you feel him slide down the back of your throat with each pass. The hand not grasping his base is rubbing soothing circles along his hip and inner thigh, amplifying his pleasure.

“Mmm yeah, you’re doing so g-good,” he groans as you continue bobbing, hand furiously pumping whatever won’t fit in your mouth. He weaves his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper into the depths of your throat. Eyes starting to water, his other hand wipes at the tears in your lash line as you continue to enthusiastically blow him.

Jungkook’s volume steadily increases along with the pace of your mouth and hand as you work over his cock. You continue to suck him off sending white hot pleasure through his veins. “Oh shit- shit.” Jungkook stops you as his impending orgasm begins to crest. “You need to stop, or I’ll cum” he breathes out. Though your mouth is no longer on him, your hand continues to slowly jerk him off.

“Aren’t you ovulating?” he tries to confirm with you. “I need to put it in you,” he insists, teeth clenching together as your hand glides up and down the full length of his dick twisting your wrist with each upstroke.

“Tonight is all about you - about us,” you shake your head. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” you ask as your other hand travels from his hip to cup and gently fondle his balls.

He whimpers in pleasure as you continue to stroke him.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth tonight, baby?” you purr. No longer able to formulate a coherent sentence, he nods his head aggressively.

“Good boy,” you tease with a smirk. Your mouth returns to his cock and joins the hand pumping his shaft. Years of learning each other’s bodies has taught you the tell tale signs of your husband’s orgasms and you can tell he’s close. Very close.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you apply the suction you know he has never been able to resist. You’re determined to suck his soul from his body, gripping him firmly as you furiously work his throbbing length exactly the way you know he likes. Your mouth focuses on his mushroomed head, lips sealed around the tip and tongue lapping against the sensitive frenulum.

Jungkook desperately tries to stave off his release to linger in the wet heat of your mouth. It’s been a while since he’s allowed himself to finish down your throat and he wants to savor it. “Ah, I’m so mad that you’re so good at this” he groans, earning a muted giggle from you. Stuffed full of cock, the vibration sends a thrill up his spine.

You know Jungkook’s cumming before he can warn you. It starts with a subtle lifting of his balls as they prepare to empty into your eager mouth. Eyes squeezed shut and moaning wantonly, he chants your name over and over as he begins to orgasm. You continue your determined ministrations as his shaft pulses in your grasp.

“Hmmmph- ahh, fuck yes! Oh fuck, so good,” Jungkook whimpers as ribbons of cum burst across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. You quickly swallow his load as he erupts into your mouth. You continue stroking and sucking Jungkook through his high, helping him ride it out until he gently pushes you away when he feels the burn of overstimulation.

“Good?” you smile up at him and let go of his wilting length to lick at a stray bit of cum from your thumb. You wipe off the remaining spit on your shirt.

“Amazing,” he replies, smiling dazedly down at you.

You allow him to pull you from the ground up onto the bed with him, laughing when your knees pop loudly in the quiet of the room as you stand up. Giggling, you curl up against his side listening as his heart rate evens out to a steady rhythm. You can't be bothered to care that his skin is tacky with a light sheen of sweat.

You lay against Jungkook for a few minutes as he basks in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. He pulls you tighter against him, tipping his head down to kiss you for a blow job-well-done. Tasting the residual flavor of his cum, he groans against your mouth, enjoying your combined essences.

Jungkook rolls you onto your back, continuing to kiss you with fervor. The sound of lips and tongues clashing fill the room as the two of you enjoy the simple intimacy of being together. Reaching down, Jungkook spreads your legs apart to make room for him to lay comfortably between your thighs.

“W-what,” you’re breathless as his lips leave your mouth and travel down your jaw.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against your skin. “It’s your turn now.” He nibbles along your sensitive neck, goosebumps rising with his light touch.

You run your fingertips up and down his back, scratching along the peaks and valleys of his spine. Leaning his weight into one arm, he uses the other to push up the hem of your shirt, ghosting a hand under to cup a breast. He palms greedily at the flesh as he continues to kiss you passionately.

“I wanna see you,” says Jungkook. “Can I take this off?” he gestures at his cut-off tank you’re still wearing.

Criss crossing your arms and pulling up by its hem, you bare your chest to Jungkook’s eager eyes. His gaze drops down to admire the bouncing of your tits as you wiggle out of your top. Propping up on his elbows, he ducks his head to capture a nipple between his petal soft lips, coaxing it into a stiff peak with gentle suction and the lapping of his tongue. When your back arches in pleasure and you clutch his head to you, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide his arms under you to hold you securely to his mouth as he worships at the altar of your breasts.

“Baby, yes, you’re so good to me” you pant, feeling your arousal generously leak from your core.

Eyes closed and relishing in the sensation, you whimper, sending one hand to grip his long, dark locks and feeling the prickle of his freshly trimmed undercut. With a hand in his mane, you feel him unlatch from your tight bud to plant wet open mouthed kisses around your areola and across your chest. He stops over your heart, lips lingering to feel the rapid thumping rattle your sternum.

Generous with his attention, he moves to nip and suck around your neglected breast. He slurps your nipple into his eager mouth, tongue swirling to tease it to a hard peak. Jungkook's diligent stimulation of your breasts sends sparks of pleasure down to your cunt as he continues to lap at your pebbled beds.

“More, please,” you whine, bucking your hips upwards, hoping to encourage him to touch you where you need it most.

Hearing you beg so prettily for him slowly coaxes life back into his spent cock. He feels himself begin to swell again against your thigh. Pleasuring you has always been incredibly arousing for him, and he knows with a several more minutes of rest, he’ll be ready to fuck you senseless.

Pulling an arm out from under your torso, Jungkook leans his weight onto one elbow and sends his free hand down between your legs to the treasure between your thighs. His lips pursed around your nipple continues to suckle and tease you into a frenzy.

The room fills with sounds of your mewling and his blunted goans as he plays the familiar song of your body. His hands brush against the soft black lace as he spreads your legs, positioning you to his liking.

“So wet,” Jungkook acknowledges with a quirk of his lips, fingers swiping along your slit to feel for your arousal. Bringing those fingers towards his mouth, he sucks your essence from his fingertips, savoring your taste. Jungkook switches nipples again and his fingers, now slickened with his saliva, return to the warmth of your pussy.

You gasp when you feel him caress at your opening before sinking a lone finger into your tight, wet heat. Jungkook can’t help but grunt as he feels your walls clench around him, excited to feel it around his growing erection.

“It’s all for you baby,” you praise him, carding your fingers through his fringe and pushing his hair back to get a better view of him suckling at your breast. Your breath hitches when you feel him add a second finger, stretching you open with his long, tattooed digits and curling them against your g-spot.

“Mmm yes- ahh. Fuck me with them,” you plead. Lacking the power to drive you towards an orgasm, he teases you with sensual strokes until your cunt drips down your ass and his fingers come out sparkling with your arousal. Completely at his mercy, you feel Jungkook slow down further. Brat.

You’re writhing beneath him as he continues his personal brand of slow, pleasurable torture. His lips release your tender nipple and return to your open mouth attempting to swallow your moans.

“Fuck me harder, please, I need it harder.” you beg, hoping to convince him to finger you to completion. Despite your request, Jungkook stops thrusting completely, opting to curl his fingers and rubbing softly against your g-spot while grinding the heel of his palm just off center from your pulsing clit. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his gaze on your visage committing your whining and fucked out expression to memory. You’re being uncharacteristically pliant for him tonight- a change that he is very much enjoying. He files it under ‘spank bank material’ for when Beyond ultimately goes back on tour.

“Please, baby, make me cum. I’m so close.” you try one last time. You’re panting and desperate for release.

“You’re not cumming tonight unless it’s on my cock,” he grits out. His fingers stay hooked inside you, caressing at your sensitive front wall. Jungkook’s mouth returns to suckling at your pebbled bud and he slowly fucks you open with his fingers. Your cunt quivers and leaks with your arousal, but without the thrusting or clitoral stimulation, you won’t be cumming anytime soon.

“But how-” you glance down, not expecting his nearly fully erect cock. Pleasuring you had sparked his arousal again, the sounds of your approval and sight of your wet pussy glistening with desire has encouraged him back towards full mast. Licking your lips at his growing girth, you push his hand from your core to collect some of your personal lubricant. You wrap your slicked up fingers around his length jacking him to his full potential.

“Uunffff- ok, ok. Hold on,” he says, reaching out into your bedside table for lube. You hear Jungkook uncap the small bottle and are eager to feel him deep inside you. Quickly flipping onto your front, you prop yourself on your elbows and knees, presenting your husband with your sloppy, swollen cunt- a soundless request imploring him to fuck you from behind.

“I want to feel you deep,” you reason and unable to resist you, Jungkook agrees. Eyes glued to the way your crotchless panties have dampened with your cream, he spreads a generous glob of lube up and down his cock. He wipes the remainder against your labia and rubs some onto your clit making you mewl out for him. He wipes off the residue on your sheets. You’ll have to wash that later.

Taking a moment to admire his view, his hands caress over your hips and ass. “Are you ready?” Jungkook asks, always so considerate of your needs.

You nod and delirious with lust, you reach between your legs for him, sliding his bulbous tip up and down your slit before pushing your hips back to take him into your awaiting passage. Jungkook descends down creating a canopy with his body, sheltering you with the physical representation of his love. Jungkook’s hands find yours, lacing his calloused palms to the backs of your hands, fingers interlocking. With light pressure, he encourages you to lay your front down onto the bed. He nudges your knees further apart, propping you ass high in the air.

Positioned to his liking, he takes his first stroke into your eager cunt. Despite his diligent fingering, the fit is still tight, and you feel the initial pinch as he breaches you. You both release matching moans upon your coupling, and you already know you won’t last long after enduring Jungkook's extensive foreplay. He sets a slow pace plunging deep into your velvet heat.

“Harder, Kook, I’m already so close.” you puff into the sheets, turning your head as far as possible to watch your lover as he takes you from behind. “Please,” you rasp.

No longer denying your release, Jungkook thrusts faster, snapping his hips powerfully with the intent of getting you off. His cock hammers into you and you’re helpless underneath him to do anything but take it. He can already feel you tightening around him deliciously and lets go of one hand to reach down between your legs. With two fingers, Jungkook rubs tight circles around your clit while he continues to drill into your cunt which is just what you need to finally cum.

“Oh, fuck! Ah- ah-ah, Jungkook!” you chant. Your hands furiously grip the sheets trying to hold onto something to ground you as your high threatens to pull you under. Legs quaking and pussy fluttering around him, your walls contract rhythmically around his turgid length as he continues to rigorously fuck you through your orgasm.

Jungkook whines at the sensations gripping his cock, but pulls out of your spent heat to spare you from the sting of overstimulation. Any other night, he may have considered fucking you into a second orgasm, but tonight feels different. Tonight, he wants to make ardent love to you.

Without Jungkook’s strong frame to hold you up, you crumble limp against the bed. Your ears ring with the aftermath of a good round of fucking. It takes a second to register that he is speaking.

“Can you take more?” he asks. Confused, you look down and see that he’s still painfully hard. Oh. His erection is glossy with your juices, shining as it bobs between his well-muscled thighs.

“Fuck- yes,” you quickly consent to him.

Jungkook swiftly rolls you onto your back again and sits up on his knees between your spread thighs. “I love you in these, but I want to see all of you,” he rasps, tugging at your ruined panties and pulling them off while his eyes stay glued on your saturated folds. Climbing back up your body, he spreads your legs wider and leans forward bringing his cock to your core. You look down to watch him steadily thrust his length against your slit, bumping against your clit on the upstrokes.

Wanting to draw out his teasing, he grips his slickened base and slaps his dick against your slippery folds. Each wet smack sends waves of electric pleasure through your system as Jungkook works you back up. “Just fuck me, baby. I’m ready.” you insist. Your gaze trails up, meeting his heated stare.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when I make love to you,” he says, voice dropping an octave. When you nod in understanding, he catches his tip against your entrance and pushes back into your ripe, warm cunt. Your legs immediately wrap around his trim waist pulling him closer and encouraging him to brace the weight of his upper body on his hands. Your ankles interlock against the base of his spine to bring him deeper.

Jungkook starts with long, slow strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of you before feeding his cock back into your sopping pussy. Going slow enough for you to feel every ridge of his throbbing length, he impales you over and over.

Your back arches in pleasure and you have to fight to keep your eyes open for him. Wanting him closer, you greedily reach your hands up to pull him down closer to you, forcing him to drop to his elbows as he continues to give it to you slow and deep.

Jungkook braces on his forearms and cradles your head. He tilts your chin up to align with his intense gaze as he continues to plow into you. Brow furrowed and eyes locked, your husband watches your dazed and needy expressions while his body and mind make love to yours.

He’s always so good to you. Devoted and adoring. You’re suddenly struck with the reminder that this beautiful man is yours. Always has been. Always will be. And tonight is a good time to remind Jungkook how deeply you love him. A fear of commitment used to hold you back, but he peeled back your layers and showed you that love didn’t have to hurt. You haven’t been afraid since. Jungkook has the whole of your heart.

“How did I get so lucky?” you say, reaching up to caress his jaw as he continues to thrust into your depths. “I’m sorry I lost sight of us,” you stutter trying to sound coherent as your husband diligently sinks his thickness into you again and again. “I never meant for you to feel-”

“- I know. And I’m sorry I didn’t communicate better, I just- I’m working on it,” Jungkook cuts you off. He knows this is a two way street.

“We don’t have to try anymore if you aren’t ready. Pull out and I’ll suck you off again” you offer. If Jungkook isn’t 100% in, you aren’t either.

“No, I want it. I’m ready for our love to create something beautiful and for everything that comes after that.”

You moan, eyes closing briefly, as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace. The increase in friction against your walls is quickly bringing you towards the edge again. An unexpectedly fierce pump of his hips has you gasping in delight.

“I said-,” Jungkook grunts with another sharp thrust, “-eyes on me, baby.” You pry your eyes open, surprised by his display of dominance and try not to squeal.

Jungkook reaches one hand down to tilt your pelvis back further and you lock your legs up higher on his frame allowing him to shove a pillow under your ass. The new position brings your clit directly under his pubic bone. When he slams back down to stuff you full, he grinds deliciously against you, making you nearly scream out in ecstasy.

“I love you,” you whisper in earnest. “I love you so much,” you moan as Jungkook begins to pound you into the sheets. You’re both quickly unraveling, approaching another high, bodies tingling with impending release. When your thighs begin shaking around him for the second time tonight, he picks up the pace filling the room with a symphony of your euphoria.

Breaking your eye contact briefly, Jungkook looks down at the juncture of your connection and is enthralled by the visual- his cock coming out foamy with your cream and slamming back into your weeping pussy. Groaning, he suddenly feels the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back as you’re overcome with pleasure.

“Come on, babe. Cum on my fucking cock,” Jungkook grunts, urging you towards completion. With your hips canted deliciously, he continues to ram directly against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close,” you babble, feeling Jungkook push deeper against you to stimulate your pulsing clit. Hands clutching your husband and thighs trembling, your eyes slip closed as you finally succumb to his endeavors. You cum with a silent scream, head tilted back and throat exposed as your walls spasm uncontrollably. The wild contracting of your pussy squeezing his cock triggers Jungkook’s own release. His length throbs desperately within your walls as you coax him towards his end.

“Ahh, I- I’m holy shit- I’m cumming, too” Jungkook whines as he climaxes with breathy whimpers, exploding as he fills you with streams of his ejaculate. He thrusts as deep as he can get while his length continues to spurt inside you, shallowly rutting to ride out his high.

Panting, he collapses his weight into your waiting arms. “Oof,” you grunt as you feel your husband’s sweaty and spent body pin you against the bed. You let him rest against you for a while, content to feel the warm fullness of his cock and spunk nestled deep inside you.

“Can I stay inside?” he asks shyly. “I just wanna hold you.” You smile and Jungkook holds you close and carefully rolls under you so you can comfortably lay against him. With his arms wound around your waist and your thighs spread wide with his dick sheathed inside you, he ensures maximal skin contact.

Seeing his blissed out face, you giggle as the two of you revel in your post-coital afterglow. His spent length slowly softens letting some of his cum leak from your used hole onto him and the sheets below. You’re definitely going to have to wash these.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, scratching along his scalp and pushing back his long locks to expose the sexy undercut hiding beneath. Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, but he still leans his face forward knowing you’ll meet his lips with your own. The two of you make out for a little longer, savoring the intimacy shared in your little bubble.

Jungkook clings to you, preening at your gentle caress and basking in his favorite form of aftercare. Your cunt is runny with lube and your combined releases, but you’re too content to lay with Jungkook in your arms to clean up just yet. You lie wrapped around each other for a few more minutes, mindlessly kissing at his face and neck, whispering praises for his performance.

It’s quiet for a long moment, and assuming he must have fallen asleep as he tends to do after a vigorous round of love making, you attempt to unwind your limbs from his. Grumbling, he tightens his hold around you, preventing you from getting far.

“Jungkook,” you warn with a laugh, “I have to get cleaned up.”

“Mmm not yet, hold me a little longer” he requests as he burrows deeper in your embrace.

Sighing, you relent, slowly dozing off with your husband in your arms.

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When you wake, you find that you've shifted in your slumber. Jungkook's chest is plastered to your back and he has an arm slung over your waist with a hand curled around one of your tits. The mess between your legs has dried making you cringe when you move to get up. Leaving Jungkook who is slowly stirring, you go to the bathroom to shower.

You step under the spray and let the warm water relax you while you clean off the sweat and unholy mix of bodily fluids from between your thighs. You hum along to the new Beyond the Scene single and sing some of the chorus that you can remember. You exit the shower, wrapping a towel securely around you and return to rouse your sleeping husband.

You find that Jungkook is already awake and sitting against the headboard. “You know, I hope our kid doesn’t inherit your singing voice,” Jungkook cackles, cutting through the silence.

"Why you-," you gasp, tackling him down into the sheets and laughing along with him. You pin him down and pinch at his nipple in retaliation. It’s not long before he’s pulling the towel from your body and rolling you under him to latch his mouth to your cunt. Before the night is over, he delivers another two orgasms and a fresh load. After all, practice makes perfect.

#Jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fic #jjk x reader #drummer jungkook au #husband au

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willowser · 2 years

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willow! happy sunday! ahh so i spent my morning curled up in bed reading pt1 & 2 of ‘southern charm’! and oh my goodness. cowboy bakugou…we all needed this in our life.

i have kind of come off a binge of the show ‘yellowstone’ (cowboy show lol)— which funny enough, i was telling my friend as i binged id never thought cowboys were hotter till that show..but now; i think it has been topped with ‘southern charm’ 😆!

i think the entire setting suits bakugou’s personality so well! in pt1 i really feel like reader was living out a fantasy we all have been guilty of — like hot guy in a bar eyeing you up. and also i think the breakup is a one sided love, sadly loads of us know. so just felt so easy to slip into reader’s mindset (at least for me!). side note: chisaki for the role of germaphobe-cold-ex(?)-bf is so perfect. he isn’t someone i see featured in a lot of fics and so it was a lovely surprise to me and it suits the story so well!

okay so back to thirsting over bakugou — i loved how the entire night he was making sure reader was ‘good’ and re-assuring and calming…and just kept helping reader get out of their own head! and then when he loses his composure for a second finally when he goes to get the condom…i was so into this moment lol. seeing his cool exterior break for a second ahhhh!

so then pt2! ahh i just felt that ‘snap’ happen as he gives reader the “well…i got things to do…” bit, and i know at least a few times in my life i have so badly wanted to let it all out like that. to just stomp away with all that rage, and have the confidence to do it. but its just quick explosion of feelings, because once all that anger is burned through, and the adrenaline gone…the inevitable break down that hits. so for reader to make it all the way to their sister’s house and finally crumble under the weight of all the emotions…it was so incredibly well written & we could feel it.

ah so last note — as i feel like i could ramble on forever whenever i stop by someone’s inbox: i love kirishima and yume’s family, and how i dont think the reader is “jealous” of yume for having this life, but def has a tug of longing while flipping thru all those photos? maybe something like that.. esp coming off the breakup…i am so excited to see where the story will continue but absolutely love all the build up so far! will be lovely to see how everything comes together! i know you had a stressful time getting part 2 out but it was so worth it and all your hard work really shows. thank you for sharing it with us!

so wait — last last note: the snippets of what i am assuming are reader’s story they are working on (?), add another layer to the story as well! very interested in seeing how reader’s experiences are going to shape their own writing…(if i totally got this wrong pls ignore this 😶‍🌫️)

ok done rambling on — pls have a lovely lovely rest of your weekend! ♥️

rin 🥺 dear 🥺 i have been — saving this in my inbox to look back on, because it is so sweet and close to my heart and has been such a blessing to receive ! thank you so much for not only taking the time to read, but for sending this in !!

i'm actually so happy that you mentioned kiri's family ! i think you are the first to do so ! i am vicariously living through them. yume is me. bakugou who. i don't care about him, i just want cowboy kirishima and our lovely two children LOL but i am really glad that how reader-chan feels is coming across correctly, because you are absolutely right; it's not that she's really jealous of her sister, but she just wants to know what that feels like, too, that's all. and it's hard to watch someone get that over and over again, and for you not to receive a crumb ! so i'm really glad there isn't any hostility being read into the text there.

and yes ! the snippets of frances and the stranger in between are meant to be the book reader is working on, and i'm glad that it's clear those two interactions are being a little shaped by what's going on in reader's own life. i hope you enjoy what is to come between those two firecrackers !

again, thank you so much for leaving me such a wonderful message ! it really was hell getting this thing up LOL but to hear your appreciation and receive your praise makes it all worth it, in the end 🌸✨💐🌙

#sorry i am so late on replyin #i just wanted it to myself for a little while ☺️#✿ ask willow

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willow-dot-file · 11 months

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Is it to much to ask for someone to be the Haitham to my Kaveh?

#Kaveh kinnie #Oh no Willow is thirsting again

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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Okay, time for Hunting Palismen and a closer look at this Golden Guard fella! Unlike approximately 99% of the fandom I wasn't really taken with him right away. Will I change my mind with this episode? Only one way to find out!

Ah, the coven leaders are here! So are the Abomitons!

I see you, Rayne. You look...less than thrilled to be there.

Purification under the coven system, eh? Wonder if we'll learn more about how that's supposed to work.

Oh lawd time for the fandom to thirst over Handsome Sq-I mean the Abomination Coven head (who I've decided is totally Gavin's dad)

Utopia? Wow, this really is a cult, huh?

Kiki does not like GG

Nope, that transformation bit wasn't at all unsettling or terrifying. No sir.

Also, the way Belos was pounding on the pillars was quite...visceral.

How many of those masks does he go through on a regular basis?

Uncle? I knew they were related in some capacity!

A wild witch cursed Belos, I'm calling it

Hey, intro update for Eda, King, and Amity!

Echo mouse apparently does not give up all its secrets that easily

At least King isn't trying to eat it?

Loving Luz's face pressed up against the glass

Luz living up to her name at the mention of a magic staff, 'cause she's moving at light speed

Come, now, we all knew Amity wouldn't be in this one.

Yo, uh, Bump's kinda, uh...😳

HAIR

So Frewin was Bump's palisman the whole time, huh?

There's the Bat Queen! Makes sense she would be involved in the palisman adoption process.

"Your loss!" Tell her, Willow!

Clover! Loving this already.

Boscha stans getting some juice today, I see

The way the students are reacting to finding their palismen is really setting up the inevitable gut punch when Luz doesn't match with one.

Reestablish contact with the giraffes? Oh, Gus.

(Makes you wonder what the deal with giraffes is. Then again, maybe it's just a running joke at this point)

Ah, here's the windup

Okay, we're going with full-on existential crisis, then. Poor Luz.

Connecticut? No wonder Luz doesn't fit in back home! She lives in friggin Connecticut, of all places!

Disclaimer: I have never been to Connecticut. I've heard plenty of people weigh in on it, though, and the general consensus seems to be that there isn't much to it.

Eda's up to something...

That cardinal really wants to go somewhere

That outfit being sleepwear makes sense, actually.

You'd think GG could leverage his position to requisition those palismen rather than go in for a heist, but bureaucracy doesn't make for a compelling story, I guess

Whistling the opening theme. Cute.

Okay, the whole fire glyph thing was funny

I did not expect this show to channel Looney Tunes as much as it has, but I'm okay with it.

Nice, Luz! Also, maybe that'll teach GG to keep his ship clean.

I think weird hand dragon might be sufficient to stop you, yes?

An assassination attempt? Oh, Kiki, you rascal.

Kiki really does not like GG

SLAP

I'm convinced they specifically wrote that moment to be memed

Oh, they're giving off some real sibling energy, huh? I'm into it! Especially if it quashes the possibility of a love triangle.

This place seems a bit more rough and tumble than Bonesborough

I see that mlm date in the background! Very nice

GG may be older than Luz, but she is definitely the more mature one.

That said, he does have a point about her not always thinking things through.

Thus begins the Enemy Mine segment.

"Too slow" yup sibling energy intensifies

He seems quite interested in the glyphs

Okay, them nerding out over magic together is a) adorable, and b) a solid argument for his inevitable face turn

Wait, so is GG actually related to Belos, or was he a foundling? Somewhat ambiguous here, at least to me. Hopefully that's explored.

"At least you have your future figured out now." "At least you can figure out your own."

Cardinal's gonna be his palisman, isn't it?

Luz finds it cute despite herself

The whole sleep mist thing is a hell of a strategy to have in your back pocket. Luz being super smart yet again.

God help me if I'm ever at a point in my life where Luz tells me to my face that I'm not her friend. I don't think I could handle it.😢

Hunter? A little on the nose given the circumstances.

Also, goddamnit the episode title was foreshadowing his name the whole time

Oh hi, Kiki, still awake?

Ooh, well-animated fight sequence let's goooo

It's somehow reassuring that Luz is as weirded out by Hand Dragon as I am

Hand Dragon just follows the whistle? So much for loyalty.

Ah, there's Eda!

What did they get into?! Maybe supplemental materials could go into these offscreen adventures? Please, Disney?

Robbing a garden club to acquire some rare wood so your surrogate daughter can make her own staff? If that isn't love I don't know what is!

And loving the way Eda emphasizes that there's no rush on carving the palisman. Amazing family moment.

As a contrast: fuck you, Belos, you piece of shit

"Outbursts" riiiiight

Belos giving out some Shadow Weaver vibes with Hunter, ngl

Uh oh, Kiki suspects

Hope someone picks up that phone, because I called it!

(I know I write these after watching through once already, shh)

Well, considering the things that were revealed and developed, this was a surprisingly low-key episode! To be honest I kind of welcome that, considering how the previous episodes have been. That said, fairly solid overall, and I can see why Hunter is Dana's favorite. A less charitable summation of his character might be "What if Luz but white boy," but I think he has enough unique characteristics to stand out.

I'm also glad for the breather because I think Eda's Requiem is gonna hit pretty hard. Can't wait for that!

#the owl house #luz noceda #golden guard #toh hunter #eda clawthorne #willow park #gus porter #kikimora #bat queen #principal bump #emperor belos #amity blight #king of demons #toh king #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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hazelcephalopod · 3 years

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The Eye of the World Ch 48-49

Enter the Blight; horror, poetry, and romance? Also run. Run for flaming your life!

Well, this is the third to last one of these. We’re reaching… the end now. Pretty fun ride so far, curious to see exactly how it wraps up.

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show this far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first book and up to the most recent episode under the cut. Potential spoilers for latter books.

Ch 48: The Blight

Like, a messed up willow tree this time (Editor me I’m callin it Blight Tree)

RJ really knew how to name chapters.

Ingtar is the Gray Owl. Cool

There are so many towers! Just so many.

Oh watch and comms towers? Ok makes sense

Changing it to Sedai as the last name instead of Aes Sedai was a good idea imo for the show

Yea bye. But… honestly too bad Ingtar seems cool

Oh yea ‘I thirst for battle and now imma be late :(‘ —Ingtar (probably)

“He can have my place.” Mat. Lol. Do hi want his?

That’s nice

“Joined into a greater serpent, they would turn north to Tarwin’s Gap.” -eotw. Serpent? Describing how the forces of Shienar march to battle at the Gap.

Oh so it’s like, a whole kingdoms problem. Not just Fal Dara. Ok. Cool. Got it

Isn’t the Blight warm?

We have been robbed…

What the fuck?! The Blight is fucked!

I… I am not going to describe that creature

Yea. This time. Srsly. Don’t fucking touch!

I will never get over “Mountains of Dhoom”

Ya no… actually I’m fine I— the show doesn’t want to uh, *this*. Just turn that down a bit. Yup.

I’d honestly be Mat here. Probably worse

Loial has the right idea. Mask up!

I can not believe in the show Rand and Moiraine went in alone. Truly no brain cells

Of course not

Good for him! How tho?

Fetor: a strong, foul smell. I have never seen this word. & understand that is saying something. I don’t like to brag but wow. Really dug deep for that one

So… another cursed place they have to sleep.

Was it part of Malkier or something?

Wait is it news that the Eye moves?

Well it is to Egwene and I suppose that’s all that matters

The hell you mean “truly in the Blight Lan” this is still the transition zone? *frowning horrified face of wtf*

Again I’m with Rand. “If this isn’t truly the Blight, what is?” -Rand thinking to himself

“Not hills. The broken remnants of seven towers.” -teotw. The group prepares to rest in -shadow of- the ruins of Malkier.

… as suspected. Sry Lan

Don’t think you want to do that Nynaeve. For sure no Mat. Don’t touch the cursed water either

Yup. The water has a monster in it. That’s just full cosmic horror right there. And kaiju I guess?

How did it get worse?! Ohhh. Nooo

That’s also cronenburg body horror shit.

“‘On second thought,’ Mat said faintly, ‘I like it right here just fine.’”

Oh. Alarm! Yaayyy heheh. This is fine /s

Your denial game is truly next level Rand.

… oh nvm. Maybe

What just happened? Everyone disappeared from Rand’s perspective?

Ok. So Moiraine did some magic?

I guess let’s talk about our future plans. Sure. Why not?

Rand just wants to go back home to his fucking farm. And I can not fault him rn.

I’m sure that will totally work out. Ok tbh moving this conversation to Fal Dara makes too much sense. It is jarring here! Like ‘we’re in one of the three scariest places ever. Let’s talk about life plans’. Egwene are… you are also in some place. Idk what. And respect, keeping your eyes on the prize, but wow is it weird rn.

Uh. You put a blanket under you tho right?

I mean I imagine it’s also the stress keeping you up. Like heat insomnia is real but also, stress insomnia

Uhh ok. Is …

Soo. So. She… they -Nynaeve and Lan- really just discussed marriage. Marriage. And Rand is like just >.> ‘wut?’

But honestly… that, they were some fucking good lines. “I will never shame you. I will hate the man you chose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No women deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, least of all you.” -Lan. Sir your are a poet and that is all just melodramatic tragic romance. Ok.

“Nynaeve remained there, kneeling, after he had gone.” & “Sleep or no, Rand closed his eyes. He did not think the Wisdom would like it if he watched her cry.”

Chapter end!

That… that was a lot.

Ch 49: The Dark One Stirs

5 chapters left!

Imma call it the Blight tree (yes that’s when I decided that)

Not an ominous title at all /s

Rand POV. Do I need to keep going this? I really strongly suspect it gonna be just him the rest of the book

Well that’s a relief actually. At least the sky is still blue

Oof

“LAN’s face was harder than ever, as if he had resumed a mask and did not intend to let it slip again.” -eotw. Poor guy.

Lol. They do not.

What the hell is a ‘saddle girth’?

Lol. Ok sorry. But Rand’s perspective on Lan being unbothered when more likely he is just stewing in feelings and pushing them down. The tragedy of Malkier and rejecting Nynaeve even tho he wants to be with her are basically equal in his mind right now. Imo

Can’t wait to find out what that exchange was about (editor me: we do find out right?)

Tbh I forgot Loial was here for a good minute

I’m glad he is!

Moiraine is so confident

Back to the flaming cursed thing that is the Blight

When do the trees grow leaves? How… how does any of this work? This is more creepy, because it doesn’t make sense! Will it makes sense?

Oh no. Gross. No!

No, no I think Mat is right. Everything here is designed to and desires to kill you

Nynaeve is just afraid of her fear

Yup. See Moiraine agrees with Mat! No not a joke dude. You’re right!

… also glad you have some sort of defense to be here alone. Magic!

Yup. Trees are hunting. Fucking hunting

I feel like gloves for everyone might have been a good investment despite the heat

Lan! No!

Well he back. But uh. Acid blood? Nnnnnn. Mm-mm. No

Horrid cyclops. Bad. Go Mat tho. “Mat’s arrow flashed, piercing the one eye…”

Nvm worse than a cyclops. Horrid cyclops many limbed giant thing. Bad. No.

Oh shit. It just gets worse. Gotta run. Again

‘An adventure story’ they said ‘like lotr’ they said. Yea if lotr was on a real bad acid trip and leaned heavily towards ‘oh fuck run. Run!’ For most of the adventure part of the story. Which… I’m not going to say I dislike. I’m having a great and horrifying time!

Still don’t see most of this happening on screen and again I get it. Fair. Also plz no in some cases. But also… could be an award winning episode at some point on this material alone

Mat was flaming right! The trees are now trying to grab them!

Now the trees may be screaming.

This is great! Swung back to epic fantasy. Fireball! Pretty well actually too

What with the pipes? What’s that? Is that good? Bad? (I shortly learn it’s bad. But now why it sounds like that ever. Dot. Like that)

What the hell is a Worm? Cuz that sounds more like Wyrm worm than earth worm. Or like… tremors or dune. Why does it have flute sound? Don’t like that either

Oh plz let something good be in the high passes. We learn a Worm can kill a Fade but is “afraid of what lives in the high passes.” ???

How else would we know to be afraid? Details are vital

I don’t like all the squishing! Bad noise.

Also “Wormpack” maybe start with that. This is no!

Oh thank the light it’s a good thing. Haha. Worms don’t like healthy land! Way! It’s fine now. Right?

The Green Man!

Flaming cryptic hermit words.

He is literally a Green Man… literally a green giant. Because he’s made of greenery. (I’m so sry)

…Is it weird the tim kinda hungry?

“Strange clothes you wear, Child off the Dragon. Has the Wheel turned so far? Do the People of the Dragon return to the first Covenant? But you wear a sword. That is neither now nor then.” -The Green Man to Rand. It’s… it’s the first book.

???

Amnesiac Green Man??

And now they will go to the Eye! Cool.

#many thoughts on twot teotw #< block or filter to stop seeing these posts #the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot #wot book spoilers #twot book #twot book spoilers #eotw spoilers #eye of the world #the eye of the world

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kraviolis · 3 years

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sorting the owl house characters into hogwarts houses, because im cringe

luz - ravenclaw

she’s creative and clever and is always searching to learn new things and loves learning just for the sake of learning. shes incredibly witty and quick thinking and open-minded. she’s constantly finding clever, creative, and original ways to solve her problems. she hardly blinked when given the opportunity to learn magic, and only continued to show an intense amount of intelligence and appreciation for academics. shes very resourceful as a human learning magic, finding a entirely new form of magic when it was apparent that she couldnt do it the traditional way. she’s very aspiring, wanting to be a witch and an author since she was very young. she’s very logical about a lot of things, like how it doesnt make sense to not allow witches to study multiple tracks or that people were imprisoned just for being themselves. she’s highly encouraging of individuality which is a lesser known trait of ravenclaw but very important. she can be a perfectionist at times and tended to avoid social interaction so she could persue her creativity. she’s outspoken, an overthinker, and very competitive. i think a lot of people might say she’s a hufflepuff, as she’s loyal and kind and hardworking, but luz values learning and creativity above any of those other things— this is evident, when she makes the decision to stay in the boiling isles to learn magic rather than go home to her mom, thus putting knowledge and creativity over her own family.

eda - gryffindor

she’s not afraid to stand up for herself and others and will never back down from a challenge. she would rather die as herself than live unauthentically. she’s very passionate and empathetic. she’s rebellious against rules that dont make sense to her and cares intensely for her friends and family. she has a strong internal moral code that she sticks to intensely, never straying from it. in the very first episode, she breaks into the conformatorium just to get a paper crown thats important to king. she let raine break up with her because she didnt want to burden them with her curse. she forfeited the match with lily because she knew her sister wanted to be in the emperor’s coven more than she ever did. she’s sacrifices herself for luz & king over and over again because she cares so deeply for her.

king - slytherin

he’s self-centered, smart, arrogant, and highly ambitious. he would do anything to achieve his goals— which was at first reclaiming his throne as the king of demons, and then turned into finding out where he came from. he tried to use luz as a means to reach his goals when he became an author, nearly sacrificing their friendship. he became incredibly loyal to luz after that in the same way he’s loyal to eda, the one who raised him.

(other characters under the cut)

lily - slytherin

it was between this and ravenclaw, because she’s incredibly intelligent and does seem to enjoy learning and has a great mind, she’s also incredibly ambitious and prideful. the deciding factor was that she cursed eda just to reach her own goals. she’s still loyal to eda even when working for belos, which says a lot to how she’s loyal to only a select few people. to her, the ends justify the means (making amity cheat to appear like the better teacher, cursing eda to win the duel, kidnapping luz to get belos to cure eda, losing her magic to help eda)

amity - gryffindor

this one was hard, i swapped between slytherin and gryffindor a lot for her. she’s ambitious and intelligent, but also not afraid to do whats right even if means breaking the rules. she’s self-sacrificing and empathetic and prideful. she ended her friendship with boscha to help luz and willow win. she didnt like luz at first because luz kept cheating and messing up her life, which means she has a strong moral code against cheating and bullies. she’s rebellious in small ways at first but once she started realizing how terrible her parents and belos really were, she pulled away extremely quickly.

willow - slytherin

not surprising, if you take into her account of self-preservation and bending of the rules to suit her ambitions. in the first episode she agrees to cheating just to get ahead in school because she wants to make her parents proud, and in the end she switches to the plants track so to her the ends justify the means. she pulled out of the grudgby game when luz pushed her & gus too far, a perfect example of that self preservation. she has a sense of loyalty that extends to very specific people but she always makes sure those people are taken care of. her parents, luz, gus, and eventually king, eda, and amity, too. she wouldn’t die for them, but she would kill for them.

gus - hufflepuff

sure, he has the ravenclaw curiousity and thirst for knowledge, but he’s very kind, hard working, has a strong inner sense of justice and fairness, and is tolerant of others. he helps mattholomule even if he’d been a jerk before because it was unfair if he didnt. he helps luz break into belos’s castle to find a cure for eda, lets luz borrow his library card to see amity, and hated it when mattholomule tried to lie about the human objects. he knows what it feels like to be left behind and underestimated, so he makes an effort to be kind to others who seem to be in the same boat. he’s very young but already so accomplished which is a testament to how hard he works.

hunter - hufflepuff

this one was HARD. it was either slytherin or this, and a deciding factor for this is the fact that he is self-sacrificing. he sacrifices a lot for other people, even if it doesnt seem like it. in the palisman episode, he sacrifices the palismen getting away despite knowing he would be punished for returning empty-handed. in eclipse lake, he leaves to find the titans blood for belos when he simply could have stayed in the castle and been safe. he’s viciously hard-working, dedicated, and loyal to his family. he lets people’s actions speak for them. he doesn’t immediately judge luz for using wild magic and actually seems interested in it before remembering to be loyal to belos. he’s patient, too, as seen by his interactions with luz. he gets frustrated, sure, but he still works with her. he’s modest about his rank and title, preferring to not flaunt it more than needed. but he does take pride in it. he’s kind in his own way, specifically to belos and lil rascal, but you can see it in his interactions with amity & luz, too. with amity, he empathizes with her and gives her advice that he thinks is true, and offers to dig a grave for her too when its apparent that neither of them are getting any titans blood. with luz, he gives up the palismen and protects her from kikimora. that boy is a hufflepuff for sure.

raine - gryffindor

oh buddy theyre the biggest gryffindor ever. they extremely, extremely brave. they have terrible stage fright and anxiety but they still became head bard, and they still ran an underground resistance group, and they still gave everything up just to help eda. they have a strong sense of whats right and whats wrong and incredible amount of passion, empathy, and integrity. they have a great sense of pride— “How did someone with stage fright end up as Head Witch?” “I’m just that good.”— and are very selfless. they stopped eda from sacrificing herself because they knew her kids needed her more, they sacrificed themselves in eda’s place and gave up everything they had just so eda wouldnt have to.

camila - hufflepuff

she’s extraordinarily kind, even when she’s terrified. she’s accepting and open-minded and hardworking, making sure to show luz that she loves her creativity but still wants to make sure luz can do well in school and can make friends. sometimes you can do something you think is kind but isnt really. she’s also a single mother doing her best to give her daughter a good life, which is a credit to how hard she works and how dedicated she is to her daughter. she even took the day off of work to drive luz to camp because she knew luz was anxious and wanted to reassure her. she’s patient with luz, and even when faced with the scariest moment of her life, she’s still thinking of how luz feels rather than her own fears and anger. she’s very much a hufflepuff in the way that she’s quiet and unassuming but fiercely protective of her family.

vee - slytherin

she’s opportunistic and has a sense of self-preservation. she’d rather save her own skin than do that right thing. she’s cunning, having pretended to be camila’s daughter just to have a place for herself. this isnt a bad thing at all, though. she’s also loyal to camila, who she sees as her family, and even got into a fight with luz over how she treated camila. she still listened to luz and let luz help her so that vee could remain living as luz. she doesnt feel guilty about valuing herself ahead of luz.

belos - ravenclaw

honestly? not a hard decision. he’s smart, sure, but he’s not people-smart. he didnt think lilith would betray him after he admitted to lying about healing eda. he doesnt understand loyalty, not even to those close to him. he’s rational and logical rather than emotional. if the theory that he is philip wittebane is to be believed, then its obvious he has an appreciation for learning and knowledge. belos distinctly reminds me of lockhart, or even quirrell, who were also in ravenclaw. he’s got an arrogance to him that blinds him, believing himself to be the smartest and strongest witch on the isles and thus underestimating others, which will only lead him to ruin.

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cheesy09 · 4 years

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Defenseless

Lo and behold, my first Helios fic! Phew, this took a while but I finally managed to get it complete. WARNING: UPCOMING ANGST. Oh, and also a sprinkle of Helios fluff. Also, I maaay have added a reference to one of Kiro’s cancelled R&S. This takes place after Chapter 17, in-between Kiro’s Thorns Date and Light Pursuit Date.

Dedicated to @kudoriee / @church-of-helios whose amazing fics and friendship really allowed me to grow in this fandom. Thank you so much, rie!! 😭 Also dedicated to @thatfanfictionchick whose insatiable thirst for Helios provides me endless amusement as well as some of THE GREATEST FICS I HAVE EVER READ. You ma’am, are my Kelios Queen and I hope you know that. 🤣

Anyway without further ado, enjoy!

Pairing: Kiro/Helios x Reader Genres: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 4,102

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you walked home that evening. Work had been much stressful today than normal. The guest speaker for today’s show had been a handful, constantly demanding things at the last moment and just being a complete douchebag. You had to practically restrain Kiki and Willow before they could judo-flip the dude. But honestly, you’d be lying if you said that that guy hadn’t been getting on your nerves as well. Especially with the constant passes and winks he’d throw your way…… you had to suppress a shiver.

Why couldn’t we get someone better?

A certain blonde-haired superstar came to your mind and you felt your heart clench painfully tight, threatening to drag all the air out of your lungs. You bit your lip hard.

Kiro…

Where are you…?

It had been weeks since you had last seen him. The last thing you remembered was that agonizing farewell, his blazing gold eyes, and that dazzling smile.

“Miss Chips… wait for me!”

His clear words that day still resonated in your mind. His voice had been so tender then, full of promise and hope. It was just one sentence, but to you, it was as valuable as a lifeline; something you clung to desperately—wishing, praying, believing that Kiro would come back home someday. That’s all you had to do. As long as you believed in him, you were sure he’d come back to you. After all, he was your hero. There was nothing in the world that Kiro couldn’t do.

That being said, it didn’t make the process any easier. It had been hard enough when he’d have to go on tour, but at least then you had known where he was. But now that you didn’t, it just made this so much harder. You missed him. Terribly so. And the fact that you couldn’t see him, hurt. You missed his unreserved, joyous laughter, dyed with the colors of youthful innocence. His sincere, affectionate gazes that he’d direct at no one but you. His voice, that would whisper sweet nothings to you whenever you’d feel stressed or worried. His slender arms, that would wrap around you in the most secure embrace, driving all of the darkness away. You missed the way he’d run his fingers through your hair, or the way he’d softly press his forehead against yours to look into your eyes. He had been all the warmth and gentleness that you’d ever want in your life, and you missed him.

But that wasn’t all.

Besides all that warmth, there were other things about him you missed as well. That other side of him; the one he’d show to no one else but you. Like the way his eyes would darken with sheer want and love when the air between you two would get heated. The way your blood would boil whenever he’d touch you. The way your cheeks would light on fire every time he’d confess his feelings to you.

The passionate kisses.

Stop...

The soft caresses.

Stop.

The longing filled in every ‘I love you.’

STOP!

You had to pause your footsteps as the memories flooded your mind, rapidly blinking away the tears that blurred your vision. You choked on your sobs, the tightness making it hard to breathe. People brushed past you, occasionally throwing questioning glances your way, but you were too heartbroken to care.

That was, until you felt a tap on your shoulder and a kind voice say, “are you okay, miss?”

You looked up and found a woman looking back at you, concern evident in her kind brown eyes. You quickly wiped away the few tears that had managed to slide down your cheeks and gave her a strained smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Her eyebrows were still scrunched in worry when she began to dig around in her purse for something. “I should have a few tissues around here…” she mumbled to herself.

“Oh, no, it’s okay!” You immediately exclaimed, feeling guilty from making a total stranger worry about you. You took out a handkerchief from your own purse. “I have a handkerchief. You don’t have to trouble yourself. And besides, my place is just a few blocks away. I’ll be fine.” You gave her a reassuring smile, just in case.

The woman finally let out a soft smile. “Oh, okay. You take care then.”

You nodded gratefully, thanked the kind lady again, and continued your walk home. Unfortunately, contrary to what you had told her, your home wasn’t just a few blocks away. It was still quite far, in fact. You had to take the subway there, which happened to be jam packed at that time of day—much to your chagrin—and by the time you neared your apartment complex, the sun had already set.

Making a firm decision, you entered an alley which also happened to be a shortcut to the complex. All you wanted, was to get home as soon as possible.

The alley was dark, with hardly any light to spare. Shadows flittered across the wall in a creepy dance, causing you to break out in nervous sweat.

That’s when you heard it—the sound of heavy footsteps right behind you. They sounded quick and alarming, causing a shiver to run up your spine. Without looking back, you quickened your own pace while you slowly brought your purse to the front, attempting to dig out your phone so you could the police.

As if sensing your motives, your pursuer’s footsteps increased in speed.

Suppressing the urge to scream, you broke out into a run, your heels sounding loud in the cold, dark night, wishing nothing more than to reach your apartment complex so security could catch whoever it was that was following you. But just as you reached the end of the alley, about to turn the corner, you ended up bumping into something flat and hard.

You lost your balance, your body tilting towards the ground as you braced for impact. But instead of falling, you felt a slender hand grab your arm and pull you back on your feet, steadying you. You looked up on reflex, ready to thank whoever it was that helped you, when a pair of familiar blue eyes entered your vision. Your eyes widened in shock and the name that escaped your lips belonged to one that you never would have expected you’d run into.

“Helios?!”

Helios looked just as amazed as you did, his lips parting ever so slightly. But then a second later, his features contorted into a look of exasperation, as if he was not at all happy to have run into you (which, he probably was). “Not you again,” he grunted in that cold voice of his, letting go of your arm in the process. Only then did he notice the person behind you and motioned with his head, his silver bangs brushing over his beautiful eyebrows. The hard lines on his face grew even more fierce. “Is this a friend of yours?”

You carefully looked behind you, knowing what he was referring to. It was the creep who had been following you, an inconspicuous middle-aged man who now stood frozen in his tracks, carefully eyeing the two of you. You immediately shook your head, trembling slightly. “N-no,” you whispered. “He isn’t.”

“Is that so…?” Helios muttered, not taking his eyes off the man, who now seemed to be getting nervous under his icy glare. Not that you could blame him. Even if Helios appeared to be relaxed, casually stuffing a hand in his pocket, nothing could hide the aura of danger that seemed to be radiating off of him—strong and oppressive. You didn’t know whether to feel comforted by his presence or feel even more intimidated by your predicament.

“H-hiya, pal…” the man began, his voice sounding shaky. He took out a dagger from his pocket and held it up for him to see. “If you know what’s best for ya, you better leave the lady with me an’ leave.”

Upon hearing his words, Helios’ indifferent expression slowly morphed into a sneer and his gaze turned mocking. “Or what? You gonna stab me with me with that little toy you got there?”

“What did you-?!”

Before the man could finish, Helios held up a gun in his direction, the silver steel glinting with a deadly light as he aimed it right at the man’s heart. “I give you three seconds,” he said, voice devoid of emotion. “Leave this place and never come back. Or else…”

Helios didn’t even have to begin counting. With a terrified yelp, the man had quickly scurried away, leaving nothing to show he was there to begin with. Helios quickly slid the gun back into his holster.

“Tsk, stupid low-lives. They’ve got way too much of free time,” he grumbled, running his fingers through his platinum hair. He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and found you staring. “What?” he asked coldly.

Until now, you had done nothing but watch what was unfolding in front of you with wide eyes, much too shocked to move. To think that Helios, a member of Black Swan, would be the one to save you… again, despite the fact that he was a part of the enemy…… you didn’t think it was possible.

And yet, here you were, in said ‘impossible’ situation…… Just what had your life come to?

Helios glared at you impatiently and you cleared your throat, finally getting the words out of your mouth, though it still sounded weak. “U-um, thank you for saving me…”

“Again.”

You were taken aback. “I-I’m—excuse me, what?”

“Again. I saved you, again. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growled, a tremendous anger belying his tone. It made you shrink, still unable get used to his ferocity. But then again, it was understandable; you had only met the guy for a total of three times so far and they weren’t exactly in the friendliest circumstances. “You really have a knack for getting into danger, don’t you,” he sneered, eyes cold, distant and mocking.

“It’s not like I ask for this,” you frowned. You didn’t know why, but the way he spoke made you feel misunderstood and wronged somehow. The fear that you had felt just a few moments ago, suddenly came crashing back at you with full force. Overwhelmed, you turned your head to the side as you felt tears start to sting your eyes once again.

If Helios didn’t show up when he did… what would have happened to me?

Helios must’ve noticed your sudden silence and he pursed his lips, eyes darting off to the side. He didn’t say anything, probably not know what to do with the unexpected situation. After a few moments of stretched silence, slowly, you felt an awkward hand gently being placed on your head. “Relax. The bad guys are gone now,” he said, sounding uncharacteristically gentle. Well, as gentle as Helios could be, anyway.

You wanted to laugh; so hard your lungs would burst. Gee thanks, you wanted to roll your eyes. But all of that was caught in your throat. Instead, you found your cheeks unexpectedly heating up.

You were caught off guard. Helios’ sudden soft tone in that moment sounded so painfully familiar, like you should’ve known it like the back of your hand. It was right on the tip of your tongue, so close you could taste it. But there seemed to be a fog clouding your memories. A gap in your soul that desperately needed to be filled. It clenched your heart so painfully tight, it almost sucked out all the air from your lungs. Yet you couldn’t put your finger on it, and that frustrated you.

Deciding to ignore whatever it was you felt whenever this man was close by, you slowly took a step back from him. Helios’ hand fell back to his side.

“Anyway, gotta go,” he turned to leave, not bothering to give you a second glance. But before he could, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He paused and turned back to look at you, clear confusion washing over his face. Honestly, you couldn’t blame him. You were just as dumbfounded by your actions as he was. But the fear you felt if he left was so tangible, so utterly terrifying that it was enough to make you forget about the logic behind your actions. “C-could you accompany me till I reach home, please?” You stammered, not daring to look at his expression. “I-I’d be much too afraid on my own.”

Helios let out a snort. “And you want me to accompany you? How is that any better?”

You shook your head. “I know you. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Oh?” He narrowed his eyes sharply. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“But I know you enough to know that you wouldn’t do anything bad to me.” You gave him a slight smirk. “Call it a woman’s intuition.”

He side-eyed you for a while, as if trying to figure out something, his cold cerulean eyes calculating. Finally, he let out a resigned grunt. “…Tch, whatever. Only up until your door. After that, you’re on your own.”

You nodded. “That’s all I ask.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The walk to your apartment was quiet, as expected. Helios was a rather stoic man, only speaking up when necessary, or when riled up. But rather than feeling awkward about it, you actually welcomed the silence. It was comforting, in a way. Sure, the though of relying on Helios for protection at the moment was rather weird, but you knew you could trust him. For some reason, even though he was a member of Black Swan, you couldn’t sense any malice coming from him. It felt like, rather than supporting Black Swan’s ideals, Helios seemed to be occupied with his own agenda; not once had he said anything about you being the Queen. Wait, did he even know you were the Queen? You figured it was something every member in Black Swan knew about…… unless you were wrong.

The two of you passed through the entrance of the apartment complex where the security guard had been fast asleep. You heard Helios let out a soft snort behind you.

Once you got to your door, a memory from not long ago surfaced to your mind and you widened your eyes. “Oh, right! I still have the jacket you gave me back at the greenhouse.” You turned your keys, opened the door and walked in without looking behind you. You switched on the lights and dumped your bags on the couch. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll return it back to you.”

“You don’t need—”

“You don’t have to stand out there. You can come in, if you want,” you said without thinking. You heard Helios sigh behind you as you disappeared into the bedroom to get the jacket he had left behind when the two of you had last met. Although Helios made it clear that he didn’t need it to be returned, you had still carefully washed it. Maybe you had an inkling that the two of you would meet again, by some weird twist of fate.

You walked back to the living room where Helios was waiting. But as soon as you reached the entrance, you stopped in your tracks. He was hovering close to the entrance, busy looking at a photograph that was placed on top of the wooden counter nearby.

It was a photo of you and Kiro.

The photo had been taken during your trip to Japan, when the two of you had gone flower-viewing together. You had requested a kind passer-by to click that picture while the two of you sat over a spread-out picnic blanket. You were seated in-between Kiro’s legs, your back pressed against his chest while his arms encircled your waist, the both of you flashing bright smiles at the camera, laughter dancing in your bright eyes. The happiness that the two of you radiated was infectious to anyone that laid their eyes on you.

Kiro……

You suppressed the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you and shifted your gaze to Helios. You couldn’t see the expression on his face from where you were standing, but the loneliness that he exuded tugged at your heartstrings. You tightened your hold on his jacket, fingers curling into the rough fabric. The vision of loneliness that came from this man gave you a sense of déjà vu, almost like you’d seen it somewhere before. Before you could dwell on it further though, you heard a slightly teasing voice calling out to you. “Just how long are you going to stand there and look at me?” Helios asked, shooting you a look with a raised eyebrow. “Or do you just love admiring me that much?”

You grew flustered and glared at him. “I wasn’t admiring you!”

A corner of his lips tugged upwards, the motion so slight, you almost didn’t notice it. For some reason, it made butterflies flutter in your belly. “Oh really?”

You puffed your cheeks in exasperation and strutted up to him, shoving the jacket in his hands. “Anyway, here’s your jacket. I washed it for you, so you don’t need to worry about stains or anything.” You paused, then added “thank you for lending it to me.”

He looked down at his jacket, then looked back up to meet your eyes. You were taken aback by his gaze. At the unfathomable emotions swirling in its otherwise-emotionless depth. Your breath caught in your throat. You knew that look. You’d find it on your own face every time you thought about Kiro.

……Yearning.

As if catching himself, Helios looked away almost immediately. “You know, between the shabby security of this place and your attitude towards your safety, you’re gonna get yourself killed sooner or later,” he said dryly, as if the look he had just now was nothing but a lie.

Maybe it was.

You shook your head and snorted, ignoring your pounding heart and flushed skin. “Don’t underestimate me, Helios. I may be a girl, but I’m more than capable of protecting myself.”

He scoffed. “Says the person who was fleeing for her life just a few moments ago…… Admit it. You were utterly defenseless.”

“……W-was no—!”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Your vision blurred as you felt a sudden force grabbing you, two strong hands latching onto your wrists and pinning you against the wall, your front pressing against the cool surface. You felt Helios’ hot breath right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He was so close; you could smell him. It was a chilly fragrance, one that was foreign to your senses, but still drew you in. His jacket was left forgotten on the floor.

“See?” He whispered; his soft voice dangerous yet alluring. “Defenseless.”

“I-I get it, I get it. N-now, could you please let go of me?” You pleaded, your mind a complete blank. Having him so close made you unable to think straight.

He chuckled. “Relax. Just like you said; I won’t hurt you.”

His hands left your wrists. But instead of pulling back, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his firm chest, the force almost knocking the air out of your lungs. His palm was scorching through the thin fabric of your blouse, setting your skin ablaze. It confused you to no end. Helios confused you to no end.

You registered his chest pressed against your back, the chin brushing against the top of your head. You fit so perfectly against him, as if your bodies were molded for each other, like two pieces of a puzzle.

This wasn’t the first time you felt this body pressed against your own.

Your mind raced as the blood rushed to your cheeks. You struggled to remember something, desperately seeking through your hazy memories. But no matter how much you searched, you just couldn’t get past the murky fog that blocked your hunt. You let out a shuddering breath. Why? Why did this heat feel so familiar…?

Involuntarily, you pressed yourself further against Helios, trying to feel more of this familiar warmth.

Startled by your actions, Helios visibly stiffened against your back. His fingers tensed on your waist, slightly pressing the supple flesh. “What are you doing?” he asked, voice low and guttural.

You tilted your neck backwards, eyes meeting his from under his chin. Your locked gazes seemed to have added a layer of intimacy to the surrounding air, thick and lingering. You had never gotten a closer look at him than you did right now. Immaculate features graced his face, along with deep blue eyes, fair skin and pretty silver hair. You had to admit—when he wasn’t busy sneering at you, or when his eyes weren’t so hurtfully cold, he actually looked… beautiful…

“Why are you so……” Your voice trailed, unable to finish. Unconsciously, your hand landed over his at your waist, your fingers brushing against his knuckles.

……familiar? You finished internally.

Helios’ eyebrow twitched, seeming to have been irked by your words and he let go of the embrace. He picked up his jacket from the floor and swung it over his shoulder, acting as if nothing ever happened. He nonchalantly walked up to the front door, tossing one last glance at the photograph on his way out. “See ya. Don’t get killed.”

And just like that, he was gone.

You looked at the photograph sitting atop the counter. Kiro’s smile shone through the frame, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever-so-slightly. You picked it up and pressed it against your forehead, feeling the tears starting to sting your eyes.

“Kiro…… I miss you……”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Helios walked through the night, the moonlight reflecting his lithe figure, making his silver hair shine with a beautiful but deadly glow. His combat boots let out an audible crunch as he stepped over the dead leaves that scattered the ground. The breeze that blew that night brought with an unusual chill with it. But the warmth that emanated from the jacket he was wearing seemed to block that out. It felt like the sun’s rays, wrapping warmly around him.

Just like her.

Helios hadn’t expected to run into her when he did, and especially not like that. He’d done nothing but try to avoid her as much as possible and yet… It was like there were magnets stuck to his back, drawing him to her.

He couldn’t help it. That’s what seventeen years of feelings does to you.

She had looked thinner since he last saw her at the greenhouse. And there had been dark circles under her eyes, as if she wasn’t getting enough sleep. Not that he could blame her. He knew of the burden she carried, being the Queen that Black Swan was after. The one factor that could single-handedly change the fate of this world. And knowing her, she wouldn’t just sit by and let herself be swallowed by fate. So he had decided to support her, by doing what he could on his side, as well as complete the mission his master had given him.

But still……

The memory of her in his arms from just a few minutes ago flashed through his head and he clenched his jaw. His self-control in that moment had been astounding. She had been so close, enough that he could’ve just leaned down to kiss her. He wanted to. Almost did, but he held himself back. And he was glad he did. Leaving her had been hard enough, but treating her coldly and making her forget about him had been pure torment.

He knew it was selfish, but he just couldn’t bring himself to show her this side of himself. If she knew about the things he’s done, about the sheer amount of people he has killed, how would she look at him…?

Just the possibility of her pretty smile disappearing from her face, or her pure, starry eyes being laced with disgust every time she looked at him, utterly terrified him.

So he had no choice but to make her forget. Even if it tore him up inside, if she was able to live with the happy memories of Kiro the Superstar, that was enough for him. After all, he didn’t plan on staying in this darkness for long.

Even if she was experiencing pain for now, he’d make sure to return to her side again someday and take all her pain away. And when that happened, he’d hold onto her tight and never let go.

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