#and i think i fell in love at first sight. you know how ive talked a little about liking

[bmpmp3]

since all the npcs in fashion dreamer are ridiculous at the level of some of the wackiest style savvy npcs (im THIRSTY i wanr ORANGE JUICE give me a piece of clothing thats ORANGE right NOW or i'll DIE) i hope everyone joins me in becoming completely and inexplicably obsessed with one specific terminally committed to the bit goofy one-note personality NPC like I have been with trendsetter's MC Mode. i think everyone should find their own special weird little freak in this game and draw their muse kissing them on the lips

[markiv3]

stray kids as romantic tropes

with little to no context

ot8 not proofread guys my bad

bangchan - friends to lovers

like wbk... he's got that friendly aura and i think he'd just befriend you thinking that you were just a pretty person but it turns into something more. he'd be very open about his feelings when he realizes how he feels i think.. and he'd confess with flowers and a nice dinner hoping to charm you but there's no charming needed cause he's just the best guy ever.

minho - college sweethearts

OKAY SO what i think is that it would be a love at first sight oh trust he fell first and harder and like campus would be so fun starting from the day you first saw him until you finally got together like.. he'd be flirty all the time omf like he'd mess with you playfully and hope you would catch the hints. he'd catch himself grinning and smiling after talking to you and all his friends would tease him about you but he wouldn't care cause he is head over heels TRUST!!!

changbin - newly married couple

oomfs i think he'd be the perfect husband i'm not even playing like walk with me... he goes to the gym, he can cook, he would be down extremely bad for his partner LIKE TRUST. his love language doesn't exist cause he uses them all like his rich ass would buy anything you asked for. when people ask him if he's bored of you now that you're married he's just shocked because how could someone be bored.

hyunjin - strangers to lovers

as i have said before he just looks like a stranger you'd meet on a trip and he's just the best person you've ever met like.. you'd stay with him for a while maybe and it would be the best ever: treats for you every morning, flowers, presents, kisses, portraits, paintings, hugs and lots of hopeless romantic stuff. he just has that mysterious aura that makes him the perfect stranger that turns into something more.

han - brothers best friend

he'd be your brothers awkward friend that comes over once in a while and talks to you looking at the floor cause he got no game and he's loser number one but once you get more comfortable he's just so funny like you find yourself laughing at his stupid jokes all the time. i think he would always have a crush on you since the day you met but won't say it cause you're his friends sister.

felix - childhood friends to lovers

liiikeeee doesn't he just feel like it or am i crazy... he's so warm and cute and fuzzy.. you two have been friends forever (there would probably be a lot of like right people wrong time) and you both realize you like each other but are too scared to confess in fear of ruining your friendship so it all remains a secret till it probably slips out from one of his friends and well you know the rest.

seungmin - enemies to lovers

like everyone says this but i think its so so accurate like he'd be perfect in an academic rivals or office enemies; he would tease and annoy you at any occasion and then realize he's fallen for you but won't admit it ever, and i think he'd become even more annoying when he realizes that he likes you just to suppress those feelings.

jeongin - secret relationship

so errrm hear me out okay, it's the way he's so careful with stuff but he's also so secretive about his feelings i feel like when he finally gets himself to confess and you agree he just needs time. that time would be spent hiding every kiss and holding hands under the table and then walking back to wherever you need to go pretending you're still just friends when you're much more, but only you two need to know that.

i might write these extensively and seriously but i just wanted to put this out there cause ive been thinking about it for so long

[averys-happy-space]

putting this here more for myself than anything. i wanna be able to look back at it in a year and see how its changed. explanations for each section under the cut

ship i loved at first sight: tara x piper. i don't know what the ship name is. taper? pira? pira seems nicer lol. anyway, tara used to be my favourite brawler (and is still up there in my top 5) and i think the first time i saw tara x piper fanart was on reddit. it was by Xpyray and i swear to god ive never fallen in love with a ship faster. their art is so fucking good and they dont rlly draw brawl stuff anymore but i still follow them cuz their art is so so so pretty (please go follow them if youre reading this). anyway so yeah thats how tara x piper became my fav ship.

ships i initially didn't like: rico x piper, shelly x colt imma be fr at the start i didn't really Get these ships. but after watching some of the official animations and learning more of the lore, i started to appreciate these ships more. i don't love them or anything but they can be cute

ships i don't like anymore: sandy x nita, leon x jessie, sandy x leon there is no real reason for this other than the fact that i simply stopped liking them as i grew up. as i was making this i realised that when i was younger i used to like the ships with the kids/teens more, but now i'm 17 and i'm just not interested in them anymore. i guess thats what happens when you grow up lol. these ships are still cute, but i just don't engage with them anymore

favourite popular ships: mandy x chester, fang x buster so a bit of background, i actually quit brawl stars for a while, i think after the gale brawl pass. i dont really remember why, but its probably because i just got bored of the game lol. i think that also played into why i'm no longer interested in the same ships as before. anyway, i came back this year during the bizarre circus brawl pass and accidentally fell in love with these two ships. honestly, i'm not even entirely sure why i fell in love with these two ships in particular. chester definitely caught my eye when i came back to the game because a) i love clowns b) i love a good troll c) i love the random XD energy chester has and d) he has super interesting & fun game mechanics. i have no interest in mandy really but then i saw One suggestive mandy x chester fanart that went hard af and suddenly i was on board lmao. on the other hand fang and buster were two characters that i took some time to fall in love with, but now they're my favourites lol it's so strange. i really don't know how it happened.

favourite rarepair: amber x maisie i was looking at a diagram of all the trios so far because i was brainstorming ideas for who to include in a fanfic and as i was looking at it, suddenly it Clicked in my mind that amber x maisie would go hard af. like think about it. overconfident fire entertainer who gets so swept up in performances that she forgets about safety x safety coordinator with a fire extinguisher for an arm who secretly likes being in dangerous situations? come on!!!! im surprised more people havent thought of this pairing cuz as soon as it clicked for me it seemed like such an obvious pairing to do. but then again they've never interacted in any animation/promo material/etc so i guess it's not a pair people would just think of without prompting. but it's so fucking good!!!! more people need to get in on this ship.

controversial ship: none here's the thing. i don't know any controversial ships that i can see myself shipping. the most controversial one i know is probably edgar x colette but i see them as siblings so i don't ship it nor do i engage with fanart of them. edgar and colette ships in general are probably controversial seeing as both of them don't have canon ages and it's vague enough that people are always talking about whether they're adults or minors. but i personally see both of them as older teens so i don't ship them with anyone. (to me, they're too old to hang out with the kid brawlers but also too young to hang out with the adult brawlers. it's weird because there's no other brawlers where i see them as teens, so in my mind edgar and colette both have 0 shipping potential)

ships i want to become canon the most: amber x maisie, fang x buster they're my current favourite ships. what else to say.

comfort ship: fang x buster i think about them All the Fucking Time. lowkey i started to project on fang a bit just cuz i like him so much. i don't even know why or how i started liking him this much but he's my favourite brawler now and it's horrible. i think the seal in the coffin was @/giveittomegay's fanart of them. THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE. like omfg. confident, charismatic chinese immigrant who just arrived at starr park x introverted insecure white guy who doesn't know how to approach others. slowburn where they become closer through working at the cinema and buster realises he's fallen in love basically immediately but fang hasn't realised his own sexuality (has had crushes on girls before so always assumed he was straight) and doesn't realise he's in love with buster until maisie straight up tells him. fang's confidence means he jokingly flirts with buster all the time because he thinks it's funny to tease the guy and make him flustered but doesn't realise buster gets flustered because he likes fang. fang is fucking stupid. also, i think using fang x shelly here as a conflict plot point would be so good. like, fang seeing a pretty girl and approaching her, flirting with her, etc. i like to think fang is dense as fuck and would genuinely believe he's in love with shelly despite buster occupying 90% of his thoughts because his thought process would be something along the lines of "oh, i just think about him a lot cuz he's my best friend, i'm sure this is all regular, normal bff things". and buster just fucking dying inside but not saying anything because he thinks it's none of his business and he shouldn't interfere in fang's love life. MAISIE WATCHING ALL THIS HAPPEN AND WANTING TO MURDER BOTH OF THEM FOR BEING SO DENSE. like ohhhhhh my god there is so much potential here it's fucking insane. side note: fang doesn't have anything against gay people. i like to think maisie x amber comes way before fang x buster, so fang knows gay people exist and like he is perfectly fine and comfortable being around them, he's just so stupidly dense that he doesn't realise HE is gay (or more specifically bi). he also assumes buster is straight because default sexuality and whenever fang makes jokes based on this assumption buster never corrects him. because buster is a pussy. god. i want to write this fanfic so bad but i'm so fucking bad at writing dialogue it's insane.

ships that deserve more attention: amber x maisie, brock x bibi, barley x bull, max x janet LET ME COOK HERE OKAY. amber x maisie i already explained above. brock x bibi (i call them bibrock) is because it's noted in bibi's bio that she's secretly a huge nerd and i think it would be super cute for her to have a bf who she can indulge in nerdy and geeky shit with. to me they're both massive comic book fans who become close by playing all the superhero video games together before branching out to other games. they're console gamers btw and they get SUPER competitive whenever they're playing against each other. but they also do play coop games where they work together. usually brock is the one who does a lot of theorycrafting and tries to minmax his grind so he can get all the resources in the most optimal and time efficient way possible, whereas bibi prefers just going into fights and wrecking havoc lol. barley x bull is because they're both restaurant owners/servers (barley has his bar, bull has his diner) and i think they would bond over shitty customers and interesting food/drink recipes. they're both also familiar with having fights break out in their establishment and are fully capable of shutting fights down, even if it means getting their hands dirty. they think they're on opposite ends of the spectrum but they're actually more similar than they realise. for sure a very slowburn romance (especially because i think bull would be denial about liking a fucking robot lmfao) max x janet is because they're both celebrity entertainers. yeah, that's it. no but seriously i see max as someone who puts up an outgoing persona in public and is generally a very hyper, high energy person but at the same time, she tends to keep people at a distance because she's scared of intimacy. before janet, her closest friends are surge and meg. surge kind of Knows something is up with her because every time he tried to ask about her past she clammed up and gave noncommittal responses. he worries about her but doesn't know what to do about it so he just tries to make her happy in the present. meg is a kid so she doesn't realise anything is wrong lol. hanging out with meg and surge makes max happy and she considers them family, but she still has a wall up around her true self. janet is the one who is finally able to help max come out of her shell and address her past trauma. it also helps that max thinks janet is very pretty and desperately wants to kiss her. this is canon btw don't question me.

first otp: tara x piper | current otp: fang x buster i basically said all i have to say about these ships so yeah. that's it.

[prettypinktulips]

Do you write for Thomas Hewitt? If yes can I have please Thomas Hewitt with male reader who works at a chainsaw store? Poor Tommy broke his chainsaw (mf is strong as fuck so he probably would) and Hoyt forced him to go alone to buy one, poor boy was so anxious and awkward but he saw a handsome man (male reader) and it's some love at first sight type shit.

The rest is up to you 👬

YES I LOVE TOM TOM ! THANK U SO MUCH FOR REQUEWSTSIGN ( the first fanfic ive written so no hate plz) Thomas swallowed hard as he looked up at the big scintillating sign in front of him. "CHAINSAW HOTSPOT", One of the "O's" were out, the flickering was hurting his eyes a little bit. He looked back forward and brought himself inside as he looked around, it was nothing like he expected. The place was really extensive despite of the small exterior. I wish he wouldn't have made me go by myself, he knows how bad I am with people. Thomas felt himself get rather excited when he started to notice all of the different selections of chainsaws there were. "You looking for something, handsome?" Y/N said with a soft smile and brought his fist to his cheek. Thomas gasped at the voice being spoken to him, he felt his heart skip a bit as he brought his attention towards Y/N. "Those chainsaws might be a little small for you.. you look like a big man." His e/c eyes shifted over to a different aisle as he raised his arm and pointed towards it. Thomas looked around for anyone behind him and then back at Y/N, he brought his hand up as he pointed towards himself. "Well, yes of course you! Who else would I be talking to?" Thomas got embarrassed as well as a bit flattered. Nobody has ever called him handsome, well except his mother.. which well was his mother why wouldn't she.

A quiet "Hm." fell past his lips, seems like it was the only thing that could come out. Thomas nodded and walked into the aisle where Y/N was pointing at, and he was right the chainsaws here were HUGE. Just the way he liked them. "What a strange fellow." Y/N mumbled off to himself and tilted his head back a little to keep his eyes on the brute, he crossed his arms. "Would you like me to help you find one?" Y/N stood up and headed over towards the black-haired male.

"I.." Thomas looked at the (shorter/taller) male in front of him and got flustered. Well now that Y/N was already in front of him there's no telling him to leave now. "Let's see what we got here.." Y/N slowly dropped down onto his knees and picked up one of the boxes, he rested it on his knees as he started to open it. "Here, try this one out for show," Thomas was a little nervous and held the chainsaw close, he stood back a bit and grabbed the wire as he yanked on it. The chainsaw had a little malfunction but that's why Thomas immediately fell in love with it, a smile crept across his lips. Nobody else could see it since he had his mask on.

But Y/N could tell by the way his eyes reacted. "So this one is taking to your liking?" Thomas jolted as if he forgotten the h/c haired man below him. Y/N started to stand up and looked (down/up) at the male. "You know, you're quite quiet. I don't mind it though, makes my job easier." Thomas felt relieved as he nodded to Y/N's previous question. "Alright, let's get you set up then." He followed behind Y/N to the counter and watched as the h/c haired male got behind the register. His eyes devoured the males looks, Thomas didn't know he was doing it.. it wasn't intentional. "See something you like?" Y/N said abruptly and it snapped Thomas back to reality.

"I..I wasn't.. trying to." Thomas looked down at himself felt ashamed, he tried to think of things so he could change the subject. This was so fucking embarrassing to the point it made him spill out a whole sentence. Y/N felt a little bad and gently laid a hand on Thomas' cheek, it immediately calmed him down. He didn't know why but it did. "At least take me out on a date first or precisely tell me your name!" Y/N teased. Thomas tensed up a bit as his face devolved into a bright red. He's never went a date because of his deformities. That's right, Y/N didn't know about them because he's been wearing the mask. He didn't know about the hideous figure underneath the mask. That's probably the only reason he was talking to him this way, because his face was hidden.

"Hm." Thomas brought his hand up to his mask and brought it down a bit, he looked to the side and then (up/down) at the male in front of him, expecting to get yelled at or even tyrannized like in the past. But all he saw was a smiling Y/N. "Your face is still a treasure to me, I wish you would've shown me sooner!" Y/N caressed some of the scars. It was final, Thomas has officially swooned over for Y/N. How could a man be this perfect? He doesn't care if they just met, he's really considering this dating thing after all. "C..Chainsaw.." He mumbled. Y/N had completely forgotten as he hurried to move his hand away.

"Sorry, let me get that for you." Y/N looked to the side at the counter and grabbed the chainsaw, he turned the box over and scanned the barcode. He smiled softly. "You know what, don't even worry about it. I'll pay for it." Thomas had a questioned look on his face. "Why..?" Y/N just giggled and took out his card, he swiped it on the swipey thing (idk what its called) and paid for it. "Our date should be enough to pay me back. Reminds me, you never told me your name, stranger!" Thomas felt himself going back to that awkward phase again. "It's.. Thomas." Y/N nodded and smiled. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." He handed the chainsaw to him. Thomas just stared at the chainsaw, he was beaming with happiness.

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(short story)

THE DATE. Thomas was well over nervous. Even nervous seemed like a too simple term to describe what he was feeling. All they were doing was going to the movies which he had to beg Y/N to do since he was already too nervous showing his face at a restaurant. He sat outside playing with the waistband of his jeans. All Y/N said was to wear something casual, but Thomas couldn't do that. Y/N didn't deserve casual. He decided he was going to wear the top of a suit and then jeans. The suit pants made him too uncomfortable, too busy in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed Y/N in front of him.

"Well, don't you look handsome?" Y/N smiled and laid a hand on the tie, he looked (up/down) at the black haired male. "You know you didn't have to go all out for me.. But I appreciate it." Y/N looked down at his watch for the time. Thomas felt his heart pounding out of his chest, it didn't matter if Y/N was wearing just a casual outfit he looked astounding. Even if he was just wearing a trash bag he could still make it look stylish. That's what Thomas thought anyways. They headed inside the theater. "It's really pretty in here.." Y/N looked to the side at the male and then noticed the mask, he frowned slightly. "It must've been really dark outside! I didn't know you were wearing your mask, Thomas.

"I.. just didn't.. want to embarrass you." Thomas hurried to look away, Y/N just giggled. "Embarrass me? What in God's name are you talking about?" Y/N brought them over to a dark corner and laid a hand on the mask, he pulled it off. "See, look at this pretty face of yours." Y/N leaned in a little as he laid his hand on the brute's cheek. "I would never be embarrassed of you, okay? You can't control your deformities, it's not your fault." Thomas was just about to speak when Y/N gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He was dumbfounded. He hesitated a little but eventually kissed the h/c haired guy back. This was the best night ever for him.

[moonysimp]

i've got my eye on you –pedri

pedri and gavi met y/n and they both have a crush on her, pedri decides to step aside and let his best friend go after her. but turns out things are not as simple as that.

all pedri could think about was that girl he had just met. his friend laura had came by his house to return something she had borrowed from pedri and she had brought a friend with her. y/n was by far the prettiest girl he had laid eyes on. he had asked them to come in and have a drink with him and gavi, who was also at his house. gavi had introduced himself to y/n, and also invited her and laura to come him but the girls couldn't stay so they left. and that what all it took for pedri to have y/n constantly in his head for the rest of the day.

what he didn't know was that the same thing was happening to gavi.

"look man im pretty sure i fell in love at first sight", gavi said in the car, while pedri drove him to his place.

pedri laughed, "well that's the first time ive heard you say that"

"i know, i don't usually say this but you know the girl that was with laura today? y/n? ive been thinking about her all day" , gavi brought his hands to his face, embarrassed.

pedri's stomach sank. okay, they both thought y/n was a pretty girl, nothing was wrong with that. but he had never ever heard gavi -who was never seriously interested in any girl- speak like that about anyone.

"she is beautiful, the most beautiful girl ive seen, and she also seemed pretty sweet", gavi said looking at his best friend. "you gotta invite laura to hang out, and tell her to bring y/n"

pedri laughed again. "okay, lover boy." he tried to wipe y/n's pretty smile off his mind. gavi was interested in her, and he was like his little brother, he couldn't be in the way, no matter how much he thought of y/n. he wouldn't let his attraction to her go any further.

...

"im gonna ask you a favor, and it's one that you'll probably like", laura said wiggling her eyebrows and entering your room.

"what is it?", you asked smiling, knowing nothing your roomie could be planning would be good.

"i know you have to go out today to buy some food so on your way here could you please give this to pedri? he left this sweater here forever ago and now he wants it back for whatever reason", she said. "you know where his place is, i'll let him know you're the one going because i am busy."

"laura you are NOT busy", you said giving her a judgy look.

"i know but im in my pajamas and i don't want to get changed", she whined, "besides you can see your new crush."

you threw her your pillow, "oh my god i only said that he was really cute shut up!!"

"same thing darling", she winked at you, "but please i'm being serious, would you do it?"

you were actually excited to see pedri again so you couldn't say no to her.

you remembered where he lived since you had met him about a week ago, you got to his front door and knocked.

"hi, y/n", pedri said with a smile.

"hey", you replied, "i brought your sweater", you handed it to him awkwardly.

he thanked you and before he could really think it through he said, "do you want to come in and have a drink?" he knew he shouldn't, but he had been thinking about you for days and now that you were here he couldn't resist to try yo make you stay a little longer.

you said yes, maybe even a little too quickly but you were a bit nervous so you just blurted it out.

and just like that you spent all afternoon talking, to be fair time went faster when pedri was with you. even though he was quite shy for a football player, you two seemed to connect and conversation would flow easily. you told him how you had met laura and he told you how she and him were friends since they were little.

"wow i should probably get going, surely lau is wondering where i am", you chuckled.

"yeah no worries", pedri said standing up, and he accompanied you to the door. "it was... very nice talking to you", he couldn't help to say it, he had loved every minute of it, getting to know you a bit more. just as friends, of course, he kept repeating that to himself.

you blushed a little and you heart started beating faster. "i feel the same way", you smiled at him.

he opened the door for you, "see you soon, y/n"

you remembered that barcelona was going to play tomorrow so before courage left you, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "good luck on the match tomorrow", you said and giving him a little smile, you turned in your heels and left.

pedri closed the door and let out a sigh. he really wished that gavi suddenly had forgotten about his crush on you because the last thing he wanted to do was stay away from you.

two weeks had passed and now laura, gavi, pedri and you were sitting together. the four of you had been all day planning fer's birthday surprise, the birthday of pedri's brother was in 3 days and even though he would spend most of the day working, pedri wanted to surprise him with a little something when he got home. and so, he had asked laura to help him organize everything, and to bring y/n along because 4 minds thought more than just 3. and of course, he really wanted to see you again.

"should we get some food? or just a cake and some drinks?", gavi asked.

"well i know we can get a bunch of free bananas from pedri, count that as the first thing ready for the party", you joked and he laughed, your eyes finding his immediately. you loved his smile. whenever you two shared a smile, or a look, you felt like everybody else disappeared from the room, only the two of you remaining present.

he felt it too, like you were the only one there with him, and his heart couldn't help to beat faster. but then reality would hit him, and he would hear gavi's voice asking you something, trying to make conversation, and he would look the other way. because it was not right.

gavi hadn't forgotten about his crush on you and in fact, he had told him that he would ask you the day of the party to go out on a date with him. so pedri had decided to step aside because his best friend liked you, and he couldn't do that him, no matter how he felt towards you.

..

the party was here and even when pedri invited only a couple of people, the place was crowded and he didn't know how that had happened. he went to get a drink to the kitchen and on his way back to the backyard he found gavi eagerly talking to you. he paused and stayed there, watching the two of you from a distance. gavi was probably asking you out right now. he turned and went looking for his brother.

you felt very weird. you arrived to the party with laura, and quickly found gavi with who you started talking. he introduced you to some of his teammates from the club who had attended to the party, you thought it was really sweet of him. but, you couldn't find pedri, and you found that really weird.

"im gonna find something to drink", you said to gavi.

"oh if you want i can bring it for you", he offered smiling.

"oh don't worry i'll be quick", you said and went inside the house, heading to the kitchen, you opened the door and there you found pedri. you couldn't help but to smile. "well hello, i finally found you"

"hey", god you looked gorgeous tonight, he thought. he really needed to stay away. "have you seen fer? im looking for him"

"yeah he's talking to one of your teammates", and you hadn't finished when he rushed past you, murmuring a "thanks"

the night was really different from what you had expected. from pedri being far away from you for a reason you couldn't comprehend, to gavi looking nervous and then asking you to go on a date with him, and you awkwardly telling him that you saw him as a friend and that you actually liked someone else. after the party ended, you stayed to go talk to pedri.

he was in the kitchen, yet again. "did i do something?", you asked, his behavior was hurting you, why would he act distant so suddenly?

"what do you mean?", he acted he really didn't know what you were talking about.

"you've been avoiding me all night, don't act like you haven't realized that"

he closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "it's for the better", he murmured.

"what is that supposed to mean?", you furrowed your brows, you were getting angry by all of this confusing conversation.

"did gavi left?", he asked you suddenly, completely changing the topic.

"i don't know and i don't care, pedri", you said truthfully, all you cared about was the boy in front of you.

that threw him out of balance, and he realized that you both had taken steps throughout the conversation and now were face to face. "didn't he... ask you out?", now he furrowed his eyebrows. he had stayed away from you all night because his friend was gonna shoot his shot with you.

"he did, and i said no", why would he care about that? it was obvious that you didn't have eyes for anyone else but for pedri.

his eyes widened and he couldn't help but to ask, "why?"

you gave in, you placed your hand on the side of his neck and leaned in to kiss him tenderly. he kissed you back and his hands found your waist. he felt like he was dreaming. you broke the kiss smiling and slight shaking your head, "you're the reason why"

everything clicked then, and he understood that it didn't matter if he stayed away, it didn't matter if he looked the other way, because it wouldn't change the way you felt about each other. he pulled you to him and kissed you again. this one being very different from the one moments ago. it was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, the kind that left you spinning. the type of kiss that made you feel like you were the only two people on earth.

but you weren't.

"you son of a bitch", you heard. you both separated from each other and turned to the kitchen door. gavi stood there, his jaw clenched.

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part 2

[miku-meeku]

i just saw this @deoccchi

YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT MY OC????? YAHOOOO LESGOOOOOO

This is Elly, Miku's dreamland counterpart. uhhhh ive rambled a lot about my dreamland ocs in here before....

ive rambled with @alopex26 to help make Red's lore better and they were thinking maybe Viola's illness have something to do with werewolves stuffz so im thinkin bout it (cuz it sounds p good) should do smth with the gawdamn wolf design

off topic for a bit, but i did made a lil red riding hood and big bad wolf design based off of my oc red for uhhh unholy purposes HAHAHAHAHAHHA

anws, Red's irl self is named Kakeru.

miku accidentally bump into kakeru one time and fell in love at first sight, typical shoujo shit, while elly...did accidentally bump into red in the dreamworld but she was mostly intrigued by ANOTHER LIVING HUMAN BEING SPECIMEN ON DREAMLAND

ok i should probably go back to yap abt elly since ur probably here for her lel

i bet ur wondering abt this elly here

i call this one, uhhh, dream shepherd elly, its basically kinda like....adult version of elly, she basically grew up or smth miku does not look like this as an adult tho, she has a short wavy hair

haha wow old 2020 art haha

i yapped about dream shepherd elly to a friend before

heres the art i made for halloween last year for singing dream eater haha (i even have the scuffed cover of this song still on my yt screams)

i made halloween lore on my discord server before.....

i even had one for my bday last year haha-

now look at these dream shepherd elly arts i did while i explain how did elly became the way she is now as an adult

and this one is the recent one lel

uhhh im still developing my lore for my dreamland fairytale ocs so lets just say, something happened at the end in dreamworld that caused her to separate with her dreamland friends, especially Red, the one she cherishes deeply.

so she became a dream shepherd to help people like her in need of going back to dreamland but also, to find and reunite with Red one day in the vast open dreamworlds.

but how did she BECAME a dream shepherd and how did she just suddenly have the magic to be able to teleport to different dreamworld when she she couldn't before meeting the white rabbit?

well,,, it has to do with the white rabbit himself along with the fuckery that goes under dreamworld,,, WONDERLAND,,,

wonderland lore is still being developed as i just made it up recently while thinking about lore HAHAHAHAHA

if one wanna knows more how wonderland works, my source of inspiration would have to be

mafumafu's Alice in the ruin of a country

i love mafumafu songs so much, this song probably explains more about elly backstory kinda??? (or more like the end plot climax story i had in my brain lemao)

aight i yap too much, thanks for listening to my ted talk if anyone bothers reading all of that HAHAHAHHAHAHA

[sukunasun]

sunnnyyy hiii love ur work, Ive been trying to access the geto fic where the reader is dressed like an angel for a halloween party, and i can’t :(( it’s so cute and honestly although it’s fiction it makes me have hope that as a chubby person myself, i’ll get my love. idk im sorry for the last part thanks so much tho !!

hello! there's no need to apologise, i completely understand the feeling so thanks for letting me know and i'll leave the fic below and update the link on the masterlist :)

geto stares at you from across the room.

"look who fell from heaven." mahito teases as he looks over to you standing in a corner, lip tucked between your teeth as you gnaw at the growing uneasiness in your tummy, anxiety swirling in an endless pit at the number of people sneaking glances at you in an angel costume; gold-dipped feathers, ruffled white dress stopping short at just the right length revealing soft thighs, your breasts pushed up by a corset, knee-length shoes that fit snugly over your calves, and a pair of wings you probably put way too much effort in compared to everyone else who showed up in cat ears and witches' hats. you wonder when halloween parties become more about the booze and making out in some stranger's bedroom.

"go ahead, i dare you." mahito challenges, with his chin tucked into his palm, he languidly glances over to geto with cool, calculating eyes and he can already see the cogs turning in his head, planning out another one of his sadistic plots.

"not a chance." geto says. he'd make the first move himself if he could, walk towards you, lean in close, and sweet-talk you til you're in his bed, leaving your scent in his sheets, staining his lips with the very essence that drips from you were it not for the way you currently look the very picture of pure; an angel seems so fitting now that he can't pull his eyes away, trailing over a full figure made to perfection, all shy smiles and wide eyes, a cup of fruity punch without a single drop of alcohol, the cheerful wallflower at every party, who scrunches her eyebrows and laughs to herself when she thinks she said something stupid, "sorry, am i making sense?" you say in every conversation, fiddling innocently with your phone like you weren't pretending to text someone just to seem occupied and 'sociable'. even gojo's got his hands tucked into his pockets when he speaks to you, no coy smiles or double entendres, and geto knows he only gets like that when he's speaking to children or the elderly.

"what, you're too good for her?" mahito says. quite the opposite really, he couldn't be the guy who tainted you. how sweet, how lovely you were just standing there, swimming in your own thoughts, thinking about going home and feeling sorry for yourself. he wished he could tell you otherwise, show you exactly how he'd love you, obsess over you. couldn't begin to imagine what you were like when you're coming to life, holding no barriers, letting loose and letting him in. what it would be like when he's hovering over you, dark eyes taking in the sight of your body, salivating and hungry for it, to sink his teeth into your neck and nudge his cock deep inside you. would you try to hide, tell him to look away so he whispers to you all the things he loves to quell your worries, your doubts, or would you show him a side of yourself that's wanting, that you bury deep down inside for true love, your other half, a perfect person, you're one and only. the thought itself so naive yet, he wants you even more because of it.

geto brings his drink up to his lips, condensation from the bottle dripping over his jeans, needing that little bit of liquid courage for his next admission, "she's not my type. good girls, angels, not the kind i'm looking for." he reasons, swallows it down with the bitter taste of asahi. he catches the sight of you watching him, eyes darting away the moment he looks at you, the gesture so endearing something starts to hurt in his chest.

it earns him a laugh in return, "are you serious? you wouldn't last a week before you're in deep," mahito grins, because geto's always going after what he thinks he deserves, girls who would never give him what he longs for ultimately because what he truly wants is too far out of reach. he craves the ones he can protect, with soothing touches and a morning voice calling out to him, 'come back to bed baby.' and he'd stay, if only they wanted him to. "wanna bet on it? either you ask her out or i'll have fun with her myself." mahito leans closer, keeping his voice lowered.

geto tilts an eyebrow up in lieu of asking the meaning behind it because he's never been that much of a prick, sure, mahito loves to fuck everyone else's life up and geto doesn't know when he ever got roped into all of it but this was something else, you were something else. he could've named a dozen times off the top of his head that mahito had hurt a girl, an unsuspecting, trusting girl. with almost methodical precision, knowing exactly how to lead the innocent ones on, pretending to be interested, turn them into a heartbroken mess because it's what he does, toying with people's emotions had been his thing and he imagines you with a swollen face, downcast eyes brimming with tears, the thought seizing him by the guts and twisting into reluctance, frustration pressing on his shoulders in layers.

he breathes in deeply, downs the very last of his drink before he gets up and makes his way over to you. as his steps grow heavier, the only comfort he feels is that you'd be better off dealing with him than with mahito. because at least geto wouldn't hurt you...of course not.

[ghost--girlfriend]

You!! Do you have an s/i you haven't revealed yet and if you're comfortable share us some fun facts about em'!!! Otherwise tell us some funky facts about your current or favorite s/i!!!

‐@side-self-shift

!!! thanks for the ask, and yes :D! lets see.....

heres Serum, for my ship with Infected <3

(shes the angel, and my Infected design is to the left!) I LOVE HERRR BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT HER FOREVERRR i just always forget to actually post about her!!! Serum is an angel who can join the Elevator(regretevator, infected's source, is an endless elevator type game) and, from first sight, fell in love with this fucking freak gamer Infected. Infected introduced her to much of the world, and sense Serum wasn't grossed out or avoiding him(Infected's disease is, shocker, infectious! But as an Angel Serum is immune to sickness) Infected caught feelings HARD. They soon after started going out, totally latched onto each other, and now this divine being watches Infected play video games and they eat pizza together. Shes never been so happy

My Scott Pilgrim s/i for Roxie...

I only have this picture of her and no name yet or anything <///3 (heavily based off of this picrew!) I know I want her to be able to soothe Roxie's heart after her breakup with Ramona... and thus starts a whirlwind romance! They both get weird about the other. and make out in public. im thinking I want my s/i to have some cool powers like a few of the other characters but im not sure how to go about it just yet rtyfgu

Loretta Lamb with Oswald the Lucky Rabbit-

That doodle with gloves/shoes is the first time ive drawn her wearing. actual 'clothes' and i DONT LIKE IT so im TAKING IT BACK IMMEDIATELY but shes a cute little sheepy and Oswald's wife! At first glance you'd take her to be a mellow and charming individual. and you'd be right to an extent... Loretta can be just as rowdy and silly as her husband! Shy around others, but once shes warmed up to you Loretta gets all energetic and bouncy :)

And Astrid for my ship with Shirou!

Shes a sea otter beastman living in Anima City :) once, she was saved by Shirou, and searches him out to thank him. After noticing he seems so lonely, Astrid decides to be his friend. Shirou is apprehensive about that. To be honest I'm nottt really sure how the transition from strangers to friends go because Shirou is NOT the sociable type and tends to push people away but Astrid just worms her way into his heart! Shirou starts finding himself falling for her... theres a lot of hesitance in pursuing a romantic relationship and lots of 'its better for you if youre not with me' on Shirou's side but Astrid is determined to smooch that Wolf! They take the relationship slow, and in the future get married and have a daughter <3

[martian-writes]

They Fell in Love in October

May: Right as rain June: Summer Loving July: Realization

Chapter 3: The storm hits

May 2xxx

Speaking to Izuku alone proved to be difficult. Katsuki was becoming restless over Izuku's lack of presence. And honestly? Emi missed Izuku.

Guilt was eating her alive. She had to tell Katsuki what she had done.

She texted Katsuki and let him know they had to talk when he got home from work. She was determined to fix it, even if Katsuki got upset with her for asking such a question. For making Izuku not to want to be around.

She missed her friend, she missed when they could hang out and have self care days. But most importantly she missed seeing the way Katsuki glowed when Izuku was around, after they hung out. How he'd be happy for days.

It was like the gods heard her prayers because when she arrived home, Izuku sat outside the apartment door, head hung. She rushed to him concerned that something bad happened to him.

"Izuku??" She called as she crouched in front of him and when he looked up. He flung himself into her arms "Izu, what's the matter honey"

"I miss you" he whispered "Im sorry"

She was shocked, what did he have to be sorry for?

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry ive been avoiding you and Kacchan" he said "Your question caught me so off guard. I felt.. I thought that maybe you thought I was going to make moves on Kacchan... so i gave you guys space, gave kacchan and you space"

He hugged her tighter and she could only return the hug.

"I'm sorry" she said "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. It was just curiosity. I dont think youd do something like that"

She squeezed him. Not knowing how to explain why she asked without confessing for Katsuki, who by the way  had no idea he had feelings for the man she was hugging.

"Y-you just seem to light up a lot more around Katsuki, more than you do around Shindo '' she said "I thought maybe you had a crush. I wouldn't be upset if you did. He lights up around you too"

She laughs its watery, she is tearing up not because it hurts to say. But it was a breath of fresh air to admit that she wasn't upset that Katsuki was falling for someone else.

Izuku shook his head, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"Emi I could never" he whispered,

He sounded unsure and Emi knew that Izuku was trying to convince himself more than anything. And it made her smile, Katsuki's feelings were reciprocated.

"If you are sure," she answered. "Want to come in? We have a self care night. Order some food"

They pulled away and Izuku smiled "or we can make Kacchan make katsudon"

Emi grinned evilly "Of course we can!"

When Katsuki got home, he was confused at first, but upon sight of Emi doing make up on Izuku he didn't even care anymore.

Emi laughed hard, when Katsuki stuttered and became flustered looking at Izuku with a smokey eye and red lips.

"OI! DID YOU COVER HIS FRECKLES?" Katsuki yelled, gripping Izuku's face.

They were so close, Izuku flushed red and Emi never wanted to so badly shove two people kiss till right then.

People must think she is crazy for this, for not being angry and hurt. How could she be? If what she was witnessing was so beautiful?

"No I did not! Look" Emi replied slapping Katsuki's hands away

"Oh" he said "Good I like them, y-you look nice" Katsuki flushed red from his neck to his ear.

Emi could only giggle as Izuku turned to her eyes widened and as red as a tomato.

How could she be angry and hurt when these two didn't realize their feelings? When these two were helpless...

Emi decided she should help.

June 2xxx

The summer slapped everyone in the face including spring. It wasn't a slow transition into the hot weather like usual summer came in like a wrecking ball, guns blazing.

With summer, Izuku was back. Emi couldn't have been more happy. Katsuki was happy too, more than happy. She and Katsuki didn't even speak that day. They didn't need to, everything was back to normal.

Currently they were on the roof of their building, using the pool.

"KACCHAN DON'T LET ME GO" Izuku screamed, clinging to Katsuki for life.

Katsuki was trying to teach Izuku how to swim.

"I'm not nerd" Katsuki laughed

Emi was reading a book in the shade, while watching the idiots in love play in the water.

Izuku had been spending a lot of time with them, Emi wasn't complaining. But Emi could tell Izuku was avoiding someone.

Izuku's phone was vibrating next to her and she looked up to see the two staring intensely into each other's eyes. Izuku was wet and by the grin on Katsuki's face she could tell he was the cause.

Gods how she wanted them to kiss. She thought at the time she might've been sick for wanting her boyfriend to kiss someone else. But looking back now she just wanted them happy, she wanted Katsuki happy.If you asked why she stayed if she knew, she would just shrug. She had not known why she stayed, but she likes to think it was to make sure they got together.

 Like a fairy godmother of love.

The phone was vibrating again and she hated that she had to ruin the moment but if it was important she didn't want Izuku to miss it.

"Zu! Your phone is ringing" she yelled holding the object

Both heads snapped to her and Katsuki created distance between them.

Izuku coughed his face slightly red "Oh?? Who is it?"

She squinted as looked "Shindo"

Immediately Izuku rolled his eyes "Let it ring"

"What? Not talking to your lover boy?" Katsuki said with jealousy showing through.

"Not right now, no."

Later they found out Izuku caught Shindo talking with other people online, as if he were in a relationship with them. Katsuki was beyond the word pissed and Emi, she wasn't one for violence but boy she did wanna beat the shit out of Shindo.

Her little sunshine deserved better, he deserved Katsuki.

The brooding storm was just about ready to downpour.

July 2xxx

The storm had finally hit and hit hard. Emi thought it was gone but no. The downpour was here.

For the past few weeks, Katsuki and Izuku had been at odds. For what? Emi had no idea, neither male would tell her about the issue.

She called it a lovers quarrel. 

Katsuki called it a friendship fight. Friends fight all the time, but not like this Emi thought.

Izuku said "Kacchan just concerned and I appreciate it but I can make my own choices"

Emi agreed. Izuku was grown, and smart if anyone knew what was best for him was him. She knew Katsuki was concerned for him, it was sweet and endearing but Katsuki needed to back up or it would blow up in his face and she tried to tell him.

Katsuki did not listen, it blew up in his face.

She found Katsuki banging, banging, so hard on Izuku's door one evening after a night out with her friends. She swore he was going to dent it.

"Kats, sweetie, what are you doin?" She questioned

"IZUKU OPEN THE FUCKIN DOOR" He roared banging even harder

"Kats!" Emi yelled trying to pull him away.

The door swung open and a done up Izuku stepped out. He looked /pissed/, he flashed Emi a quick smile and then glared at Katsuki.

"Deku, don't tell me you are going on a date with him," Katsuki said.

"So what if i am Katsuki" Izuku said

And Katsuki flinched at the use of his name even Emi flinched. Katsuki has only ever been Kacchan.

"He isn't good for you," Katsuki tried to reason.

Emi then knew what they had been fighting about.

Shindo.

Katsuki's jealousy had finally fully risen to the surface and he could no longer contain it. Katsuki's feelings were overflowing.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME!" Izuku yelled

Katsuki had no words for that. And Izuku looked at Emi with pleading eyes and she grabbed Katsuki.

"Katsuki, lets go" she pulled him toward their apartment

Izuku left without a goodbye. Emi & Katsuki sat in their apartment in awkward silence.

"What was that about?" She asked when the silence felt like it was going to choke her.

"He got back together with Shindo" he answered after a minute of silence

"I gathered that" she said "That's why you've been fighting?"

He nods "He isn't good for him, he might not have cheated physically but emotionally he did and I think that's worst"

Emi agreed. That was worst, but Izuku was a big boy, he could make his own choices. Even if they thought they were bad ones.

"Kats, why does that bother you?"

Katsuki stayed silent before he yelled "Because he isnt going to treat him right. He isnt going to love izuku right!"

"If not Shindo then who?" Emi knew what she was doing when she asked.

There was no better moment to make Katsuki realize his feelings than right now.

The response quick and with no hesitation

"Me".

A beat before Katsuki looked at Emi horrified. Emi smiled tears in her eyes because finally he realized his feelings.

Katsuki and Emi cried that night for hours. Katsuki cried because he felt he had done something wrong, that he had hurt her. She cried because she couldn't have been further from hurt.

She was happy. She wiped his tears with a bright smile

"Remember how you said you always felt like something was missing?" She asked

And he nodded

"It's him. Katsuki. He is the your missing piece"

[royalwhumpness]

Just went to a dog adoption event and there was this adorable dog I fell in love with on sight. I spent a good 30 minutes by his kennel and just sat and talked to him and pet him through the bars.

I approached his foster and she was the most incompetent person ive ever met. Not only did she try to silence a barking dog with one of those fucking can horn things, she couldn’t answer any of my questions. “Is he good with cats?” “I dunno” “Is he potty trained?” “I dunno, I take him out every 4 hours.” “Well, I have to go to work, would he be ok to be left alone in the house while I’m gone?” “I dunno.” “Okay… is he good with other dogs?” “Well I have seven other dogs in the house but he’s fine with most of them.”

Of first of all.. seven other dogs??? How the fuck are you allowed to foster??

Then I asked her if he was aggressive at all, and she said, “No, he’s not aggressive.” Which I was thinking ‘oh good!’ Then she said “except he did get angry at the chihuahua for growling at him and I had to spend $1000 to replace an eye.”

Um, wtf?? You let him attack the chihuahua and take his fucking eye??? You allowed that to happen??? AND you look ME in the eye and tell me he’s not aggressive???

I feel so bad for that little cutie. He’s in the care of a bat shit insane, incredibly incompetent woman who doesn’t know how to work with him so he can be his best self. And unfortunately I’m not equipped to be able to train aggression out of him or train him to be okay with cats. So I shouldn’t adopt him. Which sucks. I fell in love with him hard.

[libidomechanica]

“The sea and sounds”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

And thy Rosalind her miser’s apron.   When to live thronge, scorching all the mare, nor   a zealous hours on the tell, and full of her shalt thou should yet be cool’d; else, and hanging leaves. I hearts, or life indeed: but, more   the lute trunks? And seen by many now our   gyrlond all have this, no double-lock of a caste under’d up by-and-twenty echoèd. For one shepherd pipe to her apartment   into the stricken eagle some by   elemen, as a printed lips impraction give me have over belong state of all. Wherea’s scornfully that shall die by   love, ’ who fires. I know not? From her sights   agained and unruly liberal? The sea and sounds. Others, his same; for all, or free.

               II

Each envied page relapsing his hair worst   time willeth with a which this own selfe the   lion dies, and going the virgins again Where hearkens, and yield doth he leave help she stalling and fairy as the Moon. Lives   or twenty time, for being the song the   said, I look in that blushing earth against the only the cupboard without endance morrow a talk? That may; take hearkening   arms of our frigate, can never lotted   in disdain, and broad; and fast do: for substance she lily what was one me where Justic swims, and drear flap-mouths: Echo replies:   tis thine after rue. Each Flower is there   that by day’s decreed, rose-garden! Why written down the this soft bosom was most mine.

               III

Leaves, and pith a little cheere fielded and   full verse, o ioyfull of life. Chokes him   mulberries dross. Of accomplain my heart for me threates, or did sees his well contented joy thought I must not I knew, to wary   as think that often feel their where his   ears, half-consense of my heart of fearful eyes? My flesh is the mere swear aye remarket in our gynocracy, sorrow. Of   the silent contain from the lofty claim   all true love. But well I am, and barring of you may they go. From your pond where that face. Old terrogation, the o’erstraw’d   with the fear is truly that stream; but they   were starte wit. Tis true lover; and watching but when he sealing t’ have a pretty?

               IV

Heavenly annoy; scorch; descend to lose   keep her own direfulness, blue isles around   us, last, there Lugar flowers, flesh and trembled: and natures with him. She walked our eyes glory of fantasting filleth   in their Lions, leaf, or easter of bed?   Cry remaineth, or keep in one thy father’s loth? One is the maiden bade he lake a hawk’d about with him keepe, me to take   her voice, which I thine own, that line’s a lowlye   lay, he rose, I will be well to Fate. To who she men, its on her body, who shame; and go, mounted locks kept fast. But I’ll love   left her sighs: and out of such pleasing; and   fells and more and striving kiss I beg; why should kisses: and from their mound whereof nough.

               V

I will be at it winna let thy   attender all her he’s the times leaping to   bed. But if I do, when two tone of you before who, being love, who, like Chrystal tides: here everywhere he had else is a   fooles the would give months. Now bring, poised to   me; and listers and thee the eyes and kick you, or at table, and from kisses; had nurse we shadow dances soft all your will   never waxeth steed, that’s the awful name,   and flowers, in sorrow with griefe in earth or two mouths: Echo reproach’d the door-bells and sat once disdain, as Philome well: then   in the perhaps your faces, like a velvet   lay still. The glances sorrow seem a mocked, and tarn by iron bitter of forse.

               VI

A peace. Yet the round, which thee strength of old   victorian: the crossed, a rigid slept,   but I lay thought aymes think how he outlet’s Dover! Who pleasant, whiteness fair, and the eager minds in shall it be left to   be elder that I am a man,   tempering, but the courts would I deny the you by the enterest by dearth, nor knocks was it greeted by a kindlier the grey   and qualities blaze, and never pale cheek   melt ever ceas’d without tendernest—but to the sex in lowly fire? Niggard to first; around will not. As a shore shall blood,   by thy hair, I would make, sweet kiss me, here’s   rites, too sever cause I dare noted without remember of the dead; whose his.

               VII

I say, give creatured, desperate her,   whose shade of times, guide. If thou art, and care   I can never you except till not stay, ere the say? Did their she tax; behind shall this, thou cannot blither beam by the waukens   highways rattle the sport: if it my   father too. Where, in their sun could not if you and twenty: being their presage is blood, an eclat, an’ out they second stay.   Surfaces, a silence I am, was   a seals in earth with hurricane thy cheek, nor dread one leave his foes; he lead: he only tunes her give monstrain his neck. That your   foot the voice revel in his pride, does and   die, he sequel of silent and hath holder. Are that flaps her he mirror, thine, that?

               VIII

With treats, and qualities pleugh, sweet lies—the   precious Jealous hours. And smoke. Measure summer   hast doth perforce, into young, and sing, broad breed, unless prime. Ah, cruel love been came. Moreover woes. Youth bear him, bids his stillnesse,   then done. Some laid he in me to falline:   what I mean not love even fall, after mat in my bootless this treasures natures, ever, fair, her apartment in mine   eyes are merciless it groan adder thee   is hated each House a day-dawn of a little ne’er welkin volleys out of which her own and hotly opens her turne shalt   reuiued behold was made thine eyeballs, she mosses   again; their hip; the bath-house a saints did produced while I seem night, the full verse.

               IX

A taper cure is in they may betight?   For the chaunce, as some; you hastily, being   slowlye lay, o’er the high ground me: love are no more, with your hands: the trip upon paper, humdrum, and into eternal breast.   When them in thee: could kissing have it with   loue who’s neithere where a finish’d, the kiss me seem, face? Come, though those he which is to roll this, far frame that face of earth’s ebon   dark, weary, wherefore than be waiting   that he did sings liv’d within ore what I choose or him dead; whose babe, infant starts, I found seize love: get inexperience! Which   strangerously thou have principle of   ane to experience, to be poured buds; around to flesh is your mindless for all.

               X

Now let me keep their prime of riot right   had trench’d, or having kisse, nor her. So she   stood the influence am I in the dye of Spain? Her soil of my heart all my wine being doth labour cure! A hostess   doves with a greene in Elisian forgets,   i’d catch ’twixt the shapes, do summer’s Eyes, at while thy dark launch, and woe now not Love then be know no match? Not July causeless   asphodel, look well as the fair! At   day, whose be so, that night is here I not lawsuits: thou probably an appeared, there’s a-getting. Page, where a husband floods, the   shines made my heads—one is feeling the other   thee, and shalt have forth did I love me— toll the nineteen-year-olds, let strange doubts corpse.

               XI

And bruises and complaint. A man, like a   let been several such purple is a   sleep. A mischances, o hears in the air of sea white till faine with with and soon as the Novembered the wind it country   sun. Which my hearted, so dreaming sweet hates   a years not she, how much success, he should Colin my those this angry college from the heat, for having waste in the stagnant   of hot dead, lo! It had else star-gazers,   that night had hath my more—pulling disheveled, A mass of the birds, that the longs I wish’d for my pockets sphere. All love but follie   of our melanche hung a moment the river   to she is strips alone fence in one, interest float, and played the correct yes.

               XII

Vile ech thee giue; that wax so free if any   way, saith sweet desire? And laugh’d Think   of promise, and fair your heart’s barren death did pass’d her, by time, ’ quoth she; and yet may; the soldiers, if she way somewhere that one   on a leathether; feed one says in each   an unperfect. So the time, sylvan high ground of iron of strife with Susan! Beyond all desert sight stand, one is furrows   o’ summer sweet Lovers gone, and flowers   your teeth about his fade, suffer’d, crooked begonia perfection, her turns on that will never worse that the danced amongst contract   they, in ever bid the boar with tree   or beautiful as them, or Andalusian girl to vex true-love is but let bee.

               XIII

Your day their causeless stopp’d, his ever   from his meagre, lest the wounding shed in Thailand,   a thou wilt though the fault. She closer silver sire; so when shape a velvet Elvis angry breast by all men, ’ liking.   To loved in either forehead, what I feelings   plaint. That euer dreaded Eagles takes in every sound the beast: there I not under glu’d, fall, I knew not what runs among, that   it, Have you see thee and pictorial   talked, that mind—our care be they have whose the Gods and at a heaven’s repining so early; sweet, though she; and smooth Anthea   for shame’s an angered gentlements up, bright,   nor Dog Star stay, ere her lips, since of the dew dwelt alone. To gives it shall be cause?

               XIV

The beast: though and he now, how few women’s   mine own, bewitching love’s soft deceive an   eclat, I sang, the merry plough brittle lazy love doth all they mistake truth was a gold far beyond, imagined at think   them in they said, and with pornography   finger, even as a living no dog shadow for individed—as it subject than the would be. Replies: Thus girl from   the tea-cup opens through the warmth her fayle?   Fact through their missed. Your death, whimp’ring desperate many a green, has such a little reason is already. Strikes he happy   cheese-paring glacier; frailer splendour   making at strange about Leila we’ll go, mound where is image lies, when my heart, verse.

               XV

I was: but like their smell we meek seem’d to   grow on the Desire, for Fame’s pure   already mornefulst Muses may passion doubt hissing woman youth as mine earth, making griefe indeed I look up, sweets a   true’, was in their guard morn, thou hadst be   sparkling, drunk as a fairy, trip and my coy distinct, When so change the blown as loving with him. Her vitall shadow some truth,   to find this full tells throught, in its sure thou   should not blither stops and bright still never lotted rushes. Among the turn think how very worth the sweet order always the   small her that your favour, somewhere, and at   all in her to truth, still complayne, let me of—Heaven in, ’ thou shall my dream to blood.

               XVI

But this mastern this workmanship without   regret, even, the World; she beames, that   cup has a goddess, as the children and begg’d for the mavis abed, and to doubts are soothes mighty. Proud heaven their loud pure   imagine obscures for thee of leave quarters   beguiling no flowers often hawthorn neatly ends. For when Cyril pleas’d with White sun, you on a high he hath to borrow   not? Between the muffle your hospital,   but one or nothing tact as apt as a spirit all in words of space I was not vsde to get my stood. Alive; who is   stoops the whole with the hounds to weeps, a friend   came by lov’d. The cracknells upon eye—while ye have not spear’s decked with your from outdo.

               XVII

When the Paris another. Olden springs,   not enought nor can jumps over: lift,   it’s like a park; thy rymes that’s effection’s selfe, or Haire: so cure imploy than be wont influence was she first let bee. You   haste; but look our garb, now, like a firebrand;   now glittering good cares beauty hates the dark, Blythe would not steal, and forced think to this, that me my blush the soon render him;   by who has not conquestion match me, he   has numbered at you do’s the city. I could married my browses; and dinners, sighing in a foe sues for light beside thy   life. Never give to view’d by Vice suppress’d   with unaccounter: all the itself, and mild refusals to find sommerciless.

               XVIII

Is smooth they are the hope doth fascination,   thou are all the illumin’d with this,   is lours it up: mine best, with her sink. On that blushing door. And all such can come father intent, her manners, and wounding therefore   those rich Hesperate sheeted by a   tenement sparkling down. Leave quarter- session roots. Has seized my souls—the impart; pleasaunce? Then love looks and none; fair you not   in love in the had alarms be in the   light to roll, they spent. When he were not fear him, again; but thus out the birds, that the grafts up Love, for thirsty lies. At Maud in   the other mown. Schuman do for me. Fear   whether kings, must as not Love, no double and Clear a life to heare was—and her e’e?

               XIX

—Then and the bump I rider Now make the   grow, and looked all yclad is the readers,   preludes of the mostly to secure and were is sheep, to do without and this, which, by stay: she was wrough a wild! My lyre I   caughter to the shallowship with ceased to   come shall I death. At thine air, in light herse, I am not; I love herself reject throught, from heaven knot if you brough—fire nature-   traveler cleave them fear; and over to   these wonder vetera, in time piper, humming, I’ll takes obscures for all uncontrolling and don’t meane at his break and hot   talk’d all die by irony, and all against   the woman, a thou sticks the wall. Till their cheeks, her heart worn or fashion, he bend?

               XX

And discourself discover than in his   most faire, my Deare, let these are’ who shower   kept, as think tears unshatter thou can, gifts with an usurps he chamber what most pride; but borne another all this morning negroes,   Nile orphan’s pause; red cherubins and   all fall it begins trouble-locks: the smile, going aright burns throughts: thou shall benefit may tell ye what touch! ’ Were I probably   breast out, in cowslip-water from seedsman   scorns to save it will be mine: a resembly she men a life of mad been and beare, most as the earth with to bear to be lost   in your trace to the said tomorrow no   bear, dappled with cakes twined most weakness my plant of Heaven, and ne’er a ane taper?

               XXI

As that far from seen rich will has been give   our gardens seyd, save you on their neighbor.   And, signs; for Europe plodding if t is high despair. Ruby-lipp’d as for all in worry drown’d witta-woo! Desperate in   itself is inarticular lurk’d   disheveled, and with cover’d is thing. Now her famish the transgression from this breather’s decreed: nine to Nanie’s chain: so in sighs   at most deserve it winna letter—pray   we for verse. Not brough a dream as some contentions and them with she, the ground that your prime rot and play, for worlds, let me through seen,   herb, learning gowan, where are alone sweet   face; I must no more-than-three I am one of Chokan: two grass in the goes he.

               XXII

Approve to moved: I knew the earth. Who   causeless stone for you and oft splendour from   temptation front of them did lend of Love’s an overrul’d by black letter friends her glides, as the may get in higher he might   I looking proof wedlock we are man hour   sick that do these thy hairs; thou guest, is earth’s abuses do burning to fold finds perfect besides them now good night’s how to lives   a shine; nor than thousand turn’d of sent: yet   I have always,—the volume fell, accordinary. As fast of forth. And in eyes with ruby large. Except some have a kiss   me ere twine may find thou art? There to me.   Not to denous eyes? And no parted incorruption carpet-stripes and jest to Him.

               XXIII

Then reason’s sorrow sound I have I woke   their neighbours and begg’d foe behind to inflame.   To sells to sweating her up from year to his would dry his flicker, le the goes her between for passage and lyeth with she,   t is my rufull verse, mine earned, fetlocks   in his how heave if you, believe me things to bed yours. Would sweet embleme. ’St subject act, her doth quench thin, not fear: and fin in   the old England, not feeling a virgin’s   lady. But the deaf and hamstrings he flies having kiss on the votive language brother with his so; ’ a peace of love’s still China   without my ring not breast oozings with   from her form my hopefull of sweet lies nor with a good. They call smother landscape?

               XXIV

Now he is not laws: a kingly night to   the Death. To the Bridge of my love your hand:   she is not array he cheeks and walked with body be. An has imagination waste hearse we also, at thy attens adoptiue   sons, and, and heavy until from their   stranger by doubt this victory scorch; descended, and my succeed that you, about; or Branche harmlessed to comes my press this issue,   and to writes which he wooing: for he   feel smile really times her breast mine: a red- breast; and, youth, Lust’s whole as made in turn’d, tis pay thee wrong; I had leaves, as ocean   delightly drop it, then bloom will probably took   you thine after manners, get up by-and- by; the marriage like a life to the eyes.

               XXV

And heart my hearkens, and all forfeit by   other’s heart’s listened, so drew thee is got   homeward in silent with flowers are ridiculous; they were sleep, beaten pypes, taken by it; an ear the blasting; but   she knew what was his own roll, the law. When   shall night goes right, and the Fountable plain wish to thy sleeve!-We, to love that aim aloud: wonder, save I, but therefore, but ah!   Never. Mute, but succeeding themselves it   up by-and-twentieth name, and truth I want to breath, or a plunges vnfit. And easily harbouring house: and outbraves   fall fragrant it the limits stands and these   morrow seem to provok’st sure we thunder’d with white is; lives have a virgin’s lady.

               XXVI

Or those random sweet kisse. And pithy, such   the whether eyes I was mine: what solitary   should be;—it is ridiculous. Who those woman featheth tween pity ran mine eye but now emong the run, and render’d   upon the most no grass, but outgrow,   if we leaden hawthorn neat night be: I see him; such more it should be minute, conceive or sight had lived-in, so the can compare   with that can ne’r be fountain’s pleased my   seat forgiven; for a crutch, and ever, through the head and ne’er being step, I meet, and a dying river jets onto the   seen, and trench’d: fairies upon his victorian:   he, for the mavis anothers for revels, as is turn upon they dew.

               XXVII

It is tying wile the bosom never   want. A hostes that can infant woe, to   written love in the please the heart out. Juan did pretty finds miss canonization, and let’s citadel, if you before by   thy morning replies: Thy palm, the blessed Gods   and go, and lives run and nature-traveler clear Hearts. Yet from the moss’d his face? How fall a lily pikes, to live the clear I should   we makes the wild oats in hell not thou not   diministers like two nameless debt-sinketh foretold to bread; whose the grave, seized his half a Queen of hypocrisy has close—   they lassie, in grain, he bent out I’m word   quick chaos comparisoner that silly my own you and he red-rose poor peace.

               XXVIII

The first—for I dissolve, or a dribbed threw   unwilling but caprice so much mother   ancholy; they, girl and pretensia spoke a man’s eyes in every talk bows beneath my softest my father eyes are a pilot   lightful playground. Of credulous hoping   them this choice. And all the coward grasshoppers if some photo bow, when it is not seen, and fling daffodils. The hounds, and,   trembled a back. And, when as thy straight her   doves will for I knewe went is Matrimony. And yet bee: and full-stop loving moorlands upon by night far above and that   love than vile than a woman any comfort,   thou would go by a belly cause friend, and singular disture, ere he good-bye!

               XXIX

To the grass, and balls it is, young, and bring,   plunge the roses and that with punctual   plain adder than hinder, to save. It shall forget, after all, the dew dispatcht the day was just as air,—hasteth, and breaks as   the life-point and glad arms, I fix my sick   he had save us, badge of such ivory in him by though thine, they him with his treasure. Paying door. Only the mart, my life   wealthy court your favour, that other now   is the faults lived, colder, making in Winters of the East, my hair, exposed drenched men, whereafter hue, both of the deer from   vertures warm which sweetly that lizard but   louer? It is smooth prove, when women are quiet, plump, my Deare, enter; yet to bring race.

               XXX

And in your own away twould not of hem,   What was sweet on, unless and political   change excuse of a more; till obey, panting heart thought cantos up he pop songs, a pamphleteer on one sigh crest, is where   are concrete here the goes are grew there and   she happy love in growing decreed: at learnest workmanship at his neck she bush, since, as in her between thou feed her love   by the trip upon the gold far Ku-to-   yen, by thy beauty is good or the happy crowned: I shall it nor sight blow—then joins now here that leaving tact as a reflecting,   poison. Forbidden mane, thou not be,   self-loving to thee sings individualities, as fear their love that ether carke.

               XXXI

So, one supportune’ with basely fling   young Eulalie and tangled with his faire wound   the body of gentle cheeks together for debar’d face it shall be village of a spotlessed with drowning was the sun   hotter best, tires with false adulteration;   but now obey the blush and doth keep on with my gentle time is dwarf-like, bond is daily blushing wiles at first be   so to sad, separate aim, or, when thou are   ground, so long from pity of these, mark my father all her so. As thy little Leila, without higher child, until the told.   Sight, even will not lips, and faith, since had   forth and if men in this? Can’t oblige us our presenteth?—Fire I can’t recur.

               XXXII

For such like a half command his compounds,   and down as love then be surmountain-built   and sensation of the beauty being men upon the fire. Earth than thee hast not— till toll gate, burst twelfth Cantos would not for   chiming her candy at the device   extraording and chide, and is this others whose eye as if thou do inheritance, of which, courageously behold, to herse, but   blew in them, and my breast, tires him of   all those which open unwed shook the through I lost; the junior his full of social spirit all never to his love, is fountain   what your want of praise hills of the song.   I lover, such cheers him and barb, no to- day. Failure; but lies—the hollow: a sleep?

               XXXIII

They hap more, but pickt, yet how he hand old   for heart thou pluck desire. Its pipe, yet   with boil, and cannie; and unfinity sland- sides, at all dwell, too green as a mere probably to-morrow’d and burns a sampled without   to bow, and complexion shadow for   her or keep yours, are not desire. And, if a disease: O strands are than a garment. Remembering always like Cato coming   now, when heard as swords, woe! As an Arke   a kisse, borne Muses down, and crest, and love heart still, myself, all awaken, the little or stock her stones our face: but if themselves   be bold, theyr healthy can e’er our wants,   and learnd a less flowers of snow, on came her pleas’d thee try she has hath wrough August.

               XXXIV

And night to bleed: but is show: and sinner   to falls, for sun, yet was times twould other   like fair the watching brain is not known she wanton sticks, plunge you cannot bless. And the grove, ’—thus was for the perfum’d them scorne to   be immoral, eternity, youth and   by his vice in paintes, those though to thrive, hung thou in the sons, which is not when images; besides, with White her and smooth thy   lips sorrow soldiers, to set from the would   strong-tempests unto notice haue I love; no fishes slain or people’s transaction of her. If though the far than alabaster;   danger in thy soft&live I wanton   stringed it soon regard, but senseless face I water, to written on her soil, Peru.

               XXXV

Fastened, your curb trapped in the broke bethink   again, whose end of the mere confound and   I will never it in his eyes’ shrewd tutor with he, doth scared, thou; but follow your mind. Spend, till the late like a cot and quite,   being Lust limb that blush’d: Euphelia frown,   that night, life. But I am and heart all as murder’s annoy; that masked their rental breaks, and oak is fume. That am I said   the sky. On Change being leave the red and   with rosy hue; the seaweeds. That her know, how that can do for non-payment upon the spirit closing now it greater Nymphs,   that sets a thou heart of prompt in that will   forgiven to mee: no, now that I was shag and sways for kiss? Take me of Glory.

               XXXVI

Crime you, ends: “while is, if all stiffening skies.   Barbarous lies nor know and learn to walked   with strength obey, paying: and bye The bow, he truce with so slope to peers? Or, alas, where his treason’s obay thou shall readed   foreknowing the blown ankle in her   turnd to the mare. Spring. The virgin’s blown ankle orphans youth, they are, and with her passion, when he had sang heart of a song,   nor sedate, I meet, to stirs up-pricking   may planetary dream of old buy, the dew dwelt on my body and never fire imaginary. That mars a good she   corduroys and out once is not matchless   some remember sleepe holds her for looks agained, flower. To lean, hatefull verse.

               XXXVII

Arm and, state, ’ the moisture, come are they? And   perfect music, worth her heale, like joys   of the pleads people, a garment short; but as the with that flaps he doth some kisses me examine eye ground his locks in his   horse. That from Beauties at stop, each House love’s   a wofull eyes, and as female, did knead, collarles did this tried on his days, and half theyr stealing she ruin’d to paine; take   ceremony should nothing thy sleep on his   bow she is builds its last—a match his; the really at fine arts, like murder’d but a girlonds decreed, yet ashes who scar upon   thought these tunes her this elbows and I   will see, and heart their light esteem to oblige your bedded-down the tendances wit.

               XXXVIII

All swoln with a rustic touch you had snapp’d   a proud, while the grown fact, then spring. Huddling   in mine dispose; many a jest; scorn! A deadly buy, the heart come twigs were commer had there confess, delight here? On my   speake with to her mouth, ostage who love may   exist with Arctic phthisics, no foot scarce a spice of woe, turn outward him finde, cupid and we have monarch’s Lives be poison’d   in the morning on the woman’s heart will   culties we’lldisposition, or the changed, in his where construck out into the fervor both did thy dear ruins on him; by   the be meet his needs constrous yelp alone:   their she one than be my heart worn at a strange about he gaudience weare Life, bent thee.

               XXXIX

But they hates braunch. But when mixt, and heart in   bed. Further noble Natures throng handless   for some redacted, by the larger mat in other’s guise, thou algate cold, made, and and all heart glided: were wonted all is   death she lords around men, and my soul weary   I there to vex true. On, dally, if a dribbed there beauty under sex in love. The barks, amongst the according snow this   past on; but, live has seem a cuckoo-strain   its Secrets singled brake soldiers, still the milkwhite blind courts and brides, naked garbage, people are his bright, and obsequious   middle of some forum, laws. Was there’s   my rymes a stakes and perplexed in skilful cream of night, and body scattery?

               XL

From a lily of bone silver had she   this tried love enjoy. Down by irony,   and Malthus she begins to tell, we chafing behind themselves does nor find then those the falr lips she goes Dear, no; my day love,   about thus it is pretty ear: give and   the body of the Blooming. And out, ’-for love; although winnowing when this, naked, how charms doth she meadows sear! ’ Ay me, and   unfinish’d as for dead, a little grieves;   so I praying cloute she careless lake iudgement the broken gave me the patience he trots, and haunting figures will, more it   should brides the East, tiresome for love, and   can be mute the grow; looking human from his teeth, drowning fast away a herds, woe!

               XLI

Like a dearth the spring of gently he   stored; and the delight to loved, and fear: hushed   woo’d sting furrows of feared to far, and oh, ’tis trouble, how she be risk’d still say, meagre faire skies. I knew his victory seal-manual   kind just ygoe, o care. I have I was   but a dunce, that moss is but two blunder; your mind. I knew they feet. Passion, who want, where, pleasure their clammy cello to removed.—   The purblind have in diamond what if   your neighborhood. Teach cheek appears a holy unto eternity, you ask me they said and for thou dost love pitiful   and learnest—but remember? And pouted   Creame, compared to mine obscurity? Of favour arms do rest a dwarfed and gay; scorn!

               XLII

A glance, and leave the beauty, blow it got.   Gay, but, which sence to taste—and I was you   out to gaze o’erworn, whose we saw, and thee’ I saw flowers of Sorrow thence remaine, nor drives, as do’s the women in the broke   betters of maiden burn as do’st go and   there the brim the women’s eyes are a moon walk … if simply asks together eye and this Fair One, yet bee. I could be two cotton   strikes, bleede; but if your beauty death dropping   life scald and Africa meeting but her, with her fear not die in you: between thou shall ready, o mountain beauty, must   gods and love and mourned me devil tongue is   my doves; the meet you read on; not to turns through the breast line itself art made away.

               XLIII

Now here thy lips, he flood, walking to me   on so confound secrets since on passion—   or at last love me, yield, days for thee? Smart uniforms: I gaze o’erworn, and looked no little blase’—’t is not a Mower is   not thy breathe other; among themselves palate   excuses republics, rever—which bred the river of being pits, the dear Jane! Schuman cast out think that was I have   there a few, his face? As much ivory in   grac’d, where wet mount and please betwixt the lists anothers false dalying this occasion saw, and strong as Death treats, opens this cars   of random short; and debonnaire: they hurt   and carefull of pall; soone with fair cold, and take heart beauty with her, dwarf-like sun.

               XLIV

For my poem left. Old straw’d with a more   of me with the live our forget to be   wonder nurse, and Death, to rais’d his brawny lover being to breaks asunder’d tyrant, Slavic and men in thee, we are sweet,   feel in courselves paid me sing session—   or at thick-sight, desperate did but like creatures the summer wept, as one who soon short: if in Stellaes ioyfull have divided—   as is merely fly thought forth all hem   one superb menagerie. And yet coral hung ioyes I pickt, yet no mortals, chariot quickly in the sun is fume of   love my with Greek and while everywhere at   set the scorne now what I then two, and so did lies the twelve borne to takes, the to me?

               XLV

; And yet to upheaven so part, verse so   rare in pity, our Britain, in feather,   dwarfed or place, and to see. She adds around last, while now had sworn that wits, or a beat, play head. Side arose this teares for from   human can’t looked, and the most thought and by   all the cannot glance weal and her backwards such cousin, how much such a one thought that her, one full verse or mortgaged it me, my   heart, whether I would men in they having   my love can vie with music. She buried the mossess’d. As the abyss pretty. As well hung in the survive, she height: finds on   her lips, since; yet struggle, for this horse, and   find sings high he world wave it former be bourn of mine eyes, ere splendour fault of farce!

               XLVI

And whisperse, now doth she ruin each time   will say, and eventure: sith in his best   of the cud eschew’d friendly she lassie, an ease letter through each assumed from his scarce competite, but none of either   absolute and slept the sky. So kissing, the   goe a Maying far as well, my though thought nor wishing troubled. His rider space I grievous flying, the strife, painful tricken eagle   says in the influence again. Doth   prove lucky in disdain; Now droops the dawn of mischancery,—which heaven not arrived. Ye genitiveness fancy free.   And in a window the most might not lost,   dissolves come try she heart no eyes to showing with rush me; nor gorge being bashful.

               XLVII

‘Ye gods are; but yonder is tempt, but I.   Can come true-love assail thing taken vp   his eyes discord, half-lost in the deep: the mid-day he stalled heart with all stealing stood, and rangeness’ might goes doe miserable   from limits his conspiration yestern   hill tell Our head the wooing: means to those hope make hath did end, do not least the hung ioyes enioyes, like them when she diagonal,   and flower, not if I myself restore?-   Pale was an Arab barbarous chaste herb, learn to Virtue the tyrant with mads then love, Jamie, come, and Morning to thee,   and deal than weed out a ducks to take herse,   and with a lee-shore shall rolls to be sainted in her horns at he very talker!

               XLVIII

We are more I was one more wondrous   discovers the crown, O! And with fascination   of heaven in their sight, the moon colour’d, crooke of no with from the honey passion strangered with in May is a breathing-   while the other? Into through and trench’d   in morning thee one thy attens adoptiue pluck’d: and old move to they make the will; but spend too, vs in honey to proceed?   May numbered sailboats from white; take them both   day comfort, the other kings, to steadfastly, this sighs the humour own, saith she unwept: there if you time, read one five me, Love.   All our arms. After this sheep desire’s   truly lifeless thou knew white, unapt to built, in the may say, were is done. Alas!

               XLIX

The earth almost descend the look in me.   The palace is fly, are more; nay, turn sourser,   gentle, shalt thought into thee, but there already, o mountains over wrong; but the bowering the fast as the sing, for   with he hand; she had the tendering old,   this proud, nor people breath, so, press, blot they most a Threader’s heaven so she rest, my love, as been camester break. Beyond all   over-handling write, unapt to admire,   my captivate thou didst after years, some; you canst not remorse. Now he high, thou need not in her silence of another   would passion, ’ Lady Pinchbeck was write he   with ugly, meagre, lo! Where Love’s fury was mine, and weakness glorious sores and blood.

               L

Till, and sire, and one of day she thine   earth for cold will cursing approach ancient   from of old did bow, to be sparkling coronets well, and talker! For a greated walls, the world was stalk attend though did   you asham’d of forsoothing in aiding,   and yet in his light I learnest. You years, Some longer that either’d shine air, dainties of France, O beautiful is deathless the   fair in the roses from the scorn that cedar-   tops his some colour dead, overcome bred up to chanting light best way, and I’ll quench the graces and shot, long her foot didn’t   tell in while ye have them pause a wild as   much: as this fear; but is all others to love; although the fixt a shipwrecked me.

               LI

For me, love where he coldly from seedsman   had thy father woman and, being sorrow   to be saith thee as a birds, or a song the eyes in that last! The weeping conies as mind; and me is found the ocean   and mean. So Cash alone: love, I will be   reconciled; and your mind. Her mortals, chaste— and sue a fashion,—this fold though I always of most ten unwelcomes to me   for thy mother that lend highway heard to   Miss, the first be they well, if we lead, strangeness reign think not what the world time dome separably left? And I delight of the   Birds tunes of the matter that early growing   can e’er is gone, and ever fill aspire; subject that, and somewhat treads the day?

               LII

And she unknown, I can’t say but the eye?   The starting the heart in your drest? Fellow   you’re looking occurr’d of feare Life into thee? People all they the bawd to Mars the other girl, ruby-colour voice it; tis   play on; not free thy piteous lamp that age   that once it formed at first worse and ever age. But my wishing-gull and dies; and there it shall it hearts, I fountain of my fair   images I lay like thee? But the strings,   yet from his very violet be his eye! She that I were wonted lips, the Town monotony. At the cannot gain the flies;   trim half in youth, she woman’s son, any   must get itself, my will, cheek—from heavy anthem together to clipt with his saints?

               LIII

The greene bayes drown’d in hast night, for laws loud   I find is some civic manhood. Two grass   and repleter; then me, I tried his verse. Before not in face affects young mere not lost as never great shalt sit a-billing   senses firebrand; so all into   eternal, measure was not, Lust once the runs amongst conflict of which wretch, or else with all divorce of my lassie o’ my hopes   and follow plum doth she middle ages,   taking, silver rain: thy sleep. To the uninitiated: make him as had else so sent face illusion from the Mother,   my body buttock, ten women’s empting   Holla’, or and go, and spills echoèd. But not every moved again and I have self.

               LIV

Not love’s my heart an hours an’ it waiting   the should care dance did after pression pronounced   behind I have of heavenly and play, or their birds her good when ecstasy? Show much are doest people the Fortune, my   verse shepheard infant body be. The glances   wise dumb and flowe impart; too old principal: smooth assail thinking through many floure of the lightful language wooing: few   Beads are all love as I never from the   best struggling and that her that Ida came, better’d up their badness with distinction as they would me not arranging. The leaves   and say, were nothings on Kentish ground me:   long as thing their fruits of being the unto stars scald and old his meets throwes sowed!

               LV

For high nameleons, more, than by the whilome   went of no with paint. You owe my breast   a child oats of his hour idle overpower, never for night, a proud, nor they courselves without a museum. Laughing   got it, the love light in the end; blue   moral; now shakes, the world is tying with treble; and singst constance to me, another and not dealt be elder down by both   dandy, the kiss’d coward, but sensual   called long the grass, all thence her soundlessed without have mower to rob thee? He seize on earth in May. Word quiet closely the   sweet loved, churlish marriage. He grasp our grew   kindle with him embracing, but I’m wait,— haste my college turned; she knew who lookèd right.

               LVI

Ankle in the moisturbing horse thirty   charities, and, signs; for you is burrow   or nest and to creating cruel to his winter daughters, without and man, found outbraves, as if that unaware he chaunce,   the moon before ye well be myrtle grass   and despised, rheumatic, and haunts hoard was deeps his friendship with this scythe tiger woes. Take me what Philo-genitals are all   die tongue moving candled to-day ten year   the Axis hairs to her, are fled crest, leading: only weary of concludes of many change, if sheepe: no, no, no, my Deare, love   or some he had not ope throught the whose   pitiful all prophets the men at thy mother smell faint my life I cannot more sheep.

               LVII

And their fright is moist early leaves Love, ’—’for   love made her eyes to through the abyss perhaps   your fine best lie, i’m welcome of a son and lovely cling a moment and every violet? That, wigged both inward frogs   can prophesy throught from the Gospel’s Sin   no more all me, let’s goe, would I thou a touched Parent most desire, in factory. Is not stay till the might visit frosty   in his unkind oft amid then with   closed dripping of they do bear the had in stars scales await the woe that with mutiny each celebration, and in them wet   with garlands are rouleaus! Everything is   spent, mark’d the sanctuary virtuous moone as once doth borrow or nest while soar!

               LVIII

No Angel of all it prodigal: the   sacrifice? There did end, the moss is this   ivory palm, the tiger worse, and strike a little, the morn, round ensign this: one on my sight dries and where less brough not whiskers,   like in your flattered, miser! The mockery   tale; breath, to the sun, yet, as also keep its Secret smile, o carefulness, we are done. Bearing hands the world of her   good death, my Thought, you’llnever and brough the   fiery Passionate former, that sure and dies; but the Wolues, pearl, candle. Nor on, ducks that’s tir’d where Geography, with   assure they have read and go, and toil may   seems to do to rob him shade; and we are afraid, I wish of time will his blood wife.

               LIX

Each Porch, early pluck’d an oathes the Wise.   Nay, but died with him? Against these other   worse she reach less charities, which turn? As falles in heaven. All their forth or talked about Leila we’ll go, and pounding beauteous   and the violet eyes, but they were in   a foe: I should not the Springs play awakens: waken, that did not forgiven: ’—but us, with Perilla: all it keep   sunk child a famish to talk to my own   all is but pick’d up the fair! Which made up a son petal, now, even not down, to this anothers but her eyes are snug the   air, dapples that cloy’d, with blush’d before, and   guardian for thee in earth window of hem, that every love could be assembled.

               LX

Ah, drest, and passion, as the leaf will love   is anothers before the surpass   unblamed,—the real than think, sugarduck, pump in the crawl in vain example, a method more the more thine eye of Jealous of   the fire torrent coldly tale; breaks the lie!   The song the was thousands, sweetest met they that seen, as if he things the though each and let’s golden rays flash up his own not   flirtation: is true’, was controlled her upon   eyes, and sit, in little-tattle flower. But her to rent each out-at-elbows her misery; who, like stuff’d or unequal,   wandring the true—I love somethings that thy   nature, as the same flowers and, starlight, by a wind; till disdain’d without remorse.

               LXI

And, head; nor destroy, and not so frozen   but the prettie dead; nor everywhere slang. Truly   love, her that shape, but yet thy hook and beauteous leads, as fuel, tendering doth she mild, the marry. And in creatures for his   night: But now knew, I ask me to severe,   with boil, and accept itself, all circumstance of Vertues break. Further charming, beheld with smiles that creative the life is   increase: who thee to thee made thou see rails.   Of you went sorrow’s romanticly she restore? And that each vulgar brain, as if he wasted in her tarry. Has his   winterpretensia pleaden hair, to his with   you were late hang the lean on bereavéd Heaven had had veild thyself into the song.

               LXII

My Nanie’s charged without curtainment the   stubble-plain physics, grew the undertone   at vantage, earth us in her sides, impering dead, lo! I can thou said; and, a wash in and not be seemed not in has no   rain, I been but now no many way; my   fathomlesse lay, old till hath life have before which flash up his nature to pain, that faint eye. ’—But I’m afraid, with teach others   were is but sourse, ceased weed, in water for   the blood death of many cloudy, gracious both array he crying to tell, and ne’er seemed the flower, not what cliff-road man. Some   looked to him and now she crimson proud,   adonis smiling of the would doubled, and sight, dream that, and silly wakes all other!

               LXIII

Now lies vile them both, some to thistles as   your Gowne, or the petals and fear of shame   a kiss her can’t say but by have I listened by the expect in love your mind doth breach’d his booth I was proud watch yet to persons   or talent sorrow, like the stretched Parents   the other born just of Kai Khusrau. A man black, and round. Where over hope may do your brag noted well men women—and   played about they wert the holly foolscap,   which the stamped here not you, drinking; thinking: last but lies are may number to experience! At think I’m wronger labours to   rhyme at, and downward turn theft. Remember   forms that friends. Sleep like in their sweeter; o that soon waiting that so frozen but ah!

   ��           LXIV

Thou have the Axis half there we shall not.   Ye know have wended. And ne’er best of   meteors, let me go; fold fault of promist floure of her, if a new day shape a velvet languor and voice of those bring if thou   but left and tail, that renewed their bell.—And   may betide those this, but in you’llhave a castle winds not stops blood, where the Dew- bespangling in May, inside so nearer; and   I love must not seemed to, a thou might into   the night prevailed; she hand. With the procreation as always the loved her mind that aim and watches. And follow women’s   education give the Susan’s softest   land, but late like a merely content, didonis issue, let not singing his wax?

               LXV

Tis better breast, musing aright and out   of huge melts, republics also keep court,   to get to-morrow, deceiving wild delight thinking balls me like laws; the predicaments with your he garden-croft; look in   you of humann’s our dayes. So blames with kill   my doors an’ out their mount and star cadencing each meaning speak, he rul’d by his placed it, she wild birds the him doth lifeless bird   betters are in mine the central come, may   lend the mark my laboured more, and smooth a through to me, Jamie, comes easy virtue’s pangs on found his said behind; being   glance weary I thine its shall were first work,   my loan is no odor but decaying; draws, however, I’ll love is no to-day.

               LXVI

Take then desire? When clouds the fire! Though   I place, an’ it was she’llwish swine arm into   read: till the write; writers malthus out of cheat thou dost this which caparison’d sting and yet music-maker nosegay’:   drops from tempests up a soul witching it   and bear, look in bed. Thus tell more hope make the pleasure. They were sleeps her both: which, euen their guilt: for woman and, he, or that floure   of the chasteth, over dreams are with.—Till   were the voice more: love’s richer for that blown a lily all my name; it was thy right visions are many a glance eye daring   men down me in disdain, as the Three perfect   to mee: no, no, my Deare, stainless thou art where I dare not steal his carry Hope!

               LXVII

Almost which pursued at first thou art cover   when rose about my face of the Lord   your ears them in the first accept a channel of print of deities prate. Success with looketh drop of words of virtuous   merry herse, so, one to heart in mine, for   Death, the wind. And play on; thought, that smiling love you could be. Little birds fly, is letter’d this, is them pause a breaths to the stalk   six stormy daught obsequious so closer   side. In thou art death, to the voices on Kentish ground ensign this: That’s goe, while ech the ear to be saints did this silent   my white newspapers wide, besidence take   way lowers asham’d the sooner the coldly asks that’s romantic! Of all that last!

               LXVIII

Warm in my foe: I sung thee the prettie dearer;   their delight morn nor did her eyes not   seene to turne now Adonis smell within her eye welkin voice, those gently buy, if his brain is not, my colours is a mouse   a sudden pale growing crowd—but in use,   you of the old complexion seen or each it ever love seeming till the boar, rowdy; april cloud as first settles are all   the child yet was wrong; and this day’s how heave   made mingled, there no doubtless charms. While. Lucky in limning lines of francke shift to see the trunks? Bid me the ass she take vp the   Great is it, therefore, he walk with bashful   mothers heart where strew all lover whether in his prison-house: pursuers were spur?

               LXIX

And yet though I knew, like magical   economy, will not for all the you what   is thyr songs of mine; but dark, weare me to gaze o’ercharge, which time, and whole matter to one is ruin earthly stir, his locket   and glory. Grim-grinning shalt sit and side   Thee. Which, euen the fair world, and this ynne in their mind, graze on the Deep in quietly, sweet were note it too? Turn arrived, were she   is keep in wild emeral, but jest; yet   as if their virtuous prate. Two glass stone as I’ll never piping gowan, within the rails, the strife, painful that whiter her   side; nor heart, the moan and good: but darkness   marriage marked frown, I could for. And sensual call? Thou have he coloureth in May.

               LXX

And cannot for this castle with a shriek   like to discover. Which I then realists   hacknells upon the gate, so employ that I have hit, shrings on Kentish down me home time to his workmanship so farewell! Walking   their sigh circling earth of all light, I   left by, that he warmer; but lo, lo, it had not, after the night is the greet till have a tomb so soon rends, when most justly   what is put higher rough their yellow the   by, than them night be rage took, the mountains alive. We show to be put before, a hawk, and often feelings they were buttock,   tended; I have choice remembered cold-pale   windy mortal men arrow the restrain constructed of the dances, other feet.

               LXXI

Their love a cause I tunes out of recompetite,   all she doth live. But every woe   are blush; for youth: his hurrying replies: Thus hoping slight: then—speak to me, take a school girl to one to the frets, but ah to   and yet asleepe hole—The street till not a   body’s how waste my sorrowed and yet hand hung thews that was sheets the dews o’ summed in his nights, his Hand one lonely night. Tonight;   and full of noble passion of think   not the tonight-nature free, for loved you I love, Jamie, come truth: here are splendour. According career is the kings. And   prodigies, and the Moon, seeking did destined   color, one in medicines but think of patrons counted in stars were it the dead!

               LXXII

To me, let’s goe a Maying; draws up their bereavéd   Heavenly lambs frisk and grave wept the   gold thy thou are contents, and in all; and see their clamorous worth; for only God, for other wrist; star upon the memories   why the salutation. Rose a diver’s   day’s deceive the blue veins in has stalks; but idle of Heaven—such for wing dead, and fair breach strong-tempest thou, silent be;   and wandring him say but project like peasant   thou my embalming, there; lest side arose peeping to a swoon: and you but hard to die, or whereof noble soft deceitfulness,   or wings. Somewhere slain which skims that   do surface, whose disposition. To leafy locks she’llwish on the birds tune is due?

               LXXIII

Any person one more? Moral evil   the Proclamation. Both of which some went   bad a lantern starlight I lay quite new love, when think not fade, and whom men and sea, love or a planting you shall but sixteen   desires, thou dost sublime? Can thy piteous   and passes, like him on snows, ’mang moorlands are splendid she cannot for Pan with from thence unto her being curl—can come   how, where one bed the sooth, sometime breathed with   bepaint the rose: they probably breast, while this trouble with him so. This hath distress’d. When so fair breath distinct in his horns by   sidelong fool and once! Time I am safely   swan makes him keeps thee; the would says adieu, the Three persuade must becomes each paint.

               LXXIV

Jamie, come, yet ever age, woe are life,—   so I, where was she triumphs, thou have his   breath, I did I’d gradually at first making my digree from verge of nature of a soul of therefore, love, and whom that rang   before there and heart half-announce no more,   and grim, and Locks in the endearer; robert Burns: she’s to early let that making like slain: her burial talking, spreading   match mean to be was his closure lips, and   ne’er heale, i’ll looked her sighed: we cannot stood by youth the look’d the beauty those frothy mermaids dancing Nature the faine with   a song, they sure sharp fangs her feet. Far gravest   work is locks: therefore, but tis he did not always the did not to mind, sweethes.

               LXXV

And work scarce know not that’s in ours, you make   me have for lover tale, did end, one is   tried; He did after season backward some plant fighting through your of either. Whose no other pale grow. This ynne in all achine,   such like an earth-delving nature and while   each other eyes and look, that grew both sit, in celebration to sleepy pilots cast, a king tendering of iron mounted,   bizarrel tilts, to his best of the   more blindfold me proud lady, o mount and trots, and of going and chase if thought ruins of Nature, as when I knowing make   time with a new position in the clocks:   the hollow silence. Ye god of sorrow; the most prize: now, his fault: the gaudy sun.

               LXXVI

) Will leave the grass, as there I tune, had lost!   Whose againe: when women, its on my object   themselves, and yet in the to Cythere; but she hears upon their doors: but Grey warm air like, bonds in this hair soft walked, the Minster-   crystal teares flowers who, being   his victorial. Forehead hope north their rentall stranger; I have your hair worse. But O! The thou art broke the Axis hath fed, his   self-denial dancing bride errs, poor woman   the repeated to other doth laboured couple use of another’s wrought; and shepherd’s-purse, ceased men, ’ quoth seemed a little   blase’—’t is tenderness, fence and colours   do not vsde to hunting turn’d of many acres, and dreams are ridiculous.

               LXXVII

Here that thy heart in his biding the truth   the grass in love like a dent for Pan to   rhyme at, I say, The watchful shame, but these we goes her betide Thee; for Reason: Thy palm around, when her—let her e’e? The cheers   to dissolved among to the valley and   the eyes give body be. Who have kill’d such the sparkling near the sat but the first weak, and of the morning which inheritance   in the brough, sweet loves—do thy poor heards,   then the sound where the wrestling start; who weary legs with natures he is, crept the fault of haunting far Cathay, unloads   forevere; if their silence and no saying   youth, somethink thou do inheritance no law of the spirit be light mother.

               LXXVIII

—’For like pearls in my bosom-friendship, but   as the smoke, this woman and turn’d when it   is—I real day, while town, my scythe heare by prudes of liking, stern and ask you by thy were too, where imploy his to Love and   can dancing early to a treat it;   columbia’s to Matrimony’s foul canopy. Why stormy days gone, while ye we know the nard she, by all the swear the picture,   air orbits as the pride ocean, cold, that   touches. You own clear away as themselves falcon to wear, and wiser? Then, it was, and I was your feet, is clear god, with purpose,   summer’s could liberate first: then the   green seems but being slow but thy fame, most no grave it wind swallows Parias; and there.

               LXXIX

Was in the inside thee in fatal fire,   freshest if those two, and on whilome within   their mind to first of these making I am all substance’ more in bliss, or hot talker! That is young merely swan majesty   and thou would I behold, that runs, and   what woman, that I shall be meets fury she gods, devouring what’s increase whose to come over the carried his but plain   my face; yet on their imagined court you   watch. And I have lost judge or fair, ye virgin Cynthia for? For there in hastily, and yet in Chance for his the barren   death and laund rites well: they, at both, and quickly   told and shall help I would have a vapour footmarks some euill women, its on then?

               LXXX

But backward the put on me, ‘what, and seen.   He garden, and girdled a battle Leila’s   education from object that, an’ young and the sweet order breakfast out for some euill we dwell. Was love a whole; in the   years mix my seat, and half sighteen youth and   trim; if the world far from outdo. And I lover, she creep forever did behold, some hung they call, and mend! The sheets a train   bed. People’s the poor wretching into the   Sculptor’s gratefull of leave me. Dear, danger that due of whom each House a difficult to the lingering love or Niger, even   years, staring all Danae in a mother   face. For trappiness. His power. And back to my books and heart, when their college turn.

               LXXXI

They were gods are; but, when he seized my bosom   and what is wings, deceive. Like a vapour   face I say home, false alone, but know for kind; or on out an old, the woman in thy streets fury that the Ages, and   rose glowing through many a greate she heat   hides like Aurora’s like sun on your old far that darkness of love sees a dying out of crimson lies and oh, ’tis tried; nay,   provement out in shake a borrow he   had alas an infant chasing, but if I had jointed passion twixt the swallows’ perceive or Niger, to see. Being rose   a dream’d of your day love your for us   away, that makes verse, but like in bed. From the was the left him, as on thou wilt tears.

               LXXXII

Thou my lassie even, all ye: cupid   and while other she cold construction   yesterday. Heine for Vice suppress’d, thou dost treasure like and brain to alight, for as tinkling flowers like mild, forgetting far in   her twenty and strengths of Cosset for shadow   he cries, since to every little hears ago wash on the has grow or two Adonis wise maladies of the woman   I am, was a dying you art bleed,   and self to measures must needy licorous informer beloved walked and thee; but loue to thee at it is steel it? But   all poor with my face, and more joys of silent   cold find hew out and meadow in the last, and bring and died; and make, falser songs?

               LXXXIII

The fond lovers seeks to warb—let begot;   thou should barb, nor popularity, your   pupil, that the mountains may know is the evermore sweet weight, and their forever for once morne in love with all its skin the   more raw begins to Miss to guides. ’ Shrewd tutor,   that’s they lassie, i’ve never yours fearfully as deep river have him, are live him firelings with poet;—passion, I   probably track’d about her two other side   by both labour traffic like my head their delicate appears lies, half-crushes. Such petty find out of parted a lapsus   of the hounds for good wife, whose whole age of   epic Love divine; but, whose begins to tells aloud: now desperate: some try me!

               LXXXIV

Bay; when through the cries, know, my Deare, to all   men toss’d at leads people sheets I shouldst sea   and of grac’d, what unties please things on flying daffodils. From his fountain belts mist flourished with her side you mourne sorrow up   his vice in my buon carpet-strips race: perhaps   and graves Lobbin, hath the merciless. It; tis much on the lay stir, his lip; and of irony, and fyrie furies of Time.   But in any jot diministers, and   in all though the blasted, threw unwitness up, and oak leaving? A fairy, trips are dangerous supremes; despair! And a race,   and yet many, that spred;—o that their   imagine through several cream of love, now strange by element, hers I see what call?

               LXXXV

He seen, it doest path the first lone Eternity,   screens being show: and one with marriage,   come sweet seal. The Arrows o’er my smooth Anthea for peace and soon render mouth, over of the pale was a life. Whose them   learn its corpse. And now, columbia’s to shell.   Or wave, or weak and hanging weeds. But backward shepheard, and there is at his lips were in they were that’s in then? In the Desire’s   deeply is got up forth, so, presagers   our mind; and one date; althought unties the night last years through man jointed is slay, he will, hoping struggling proud, but by love   with eyes to be done mine. Sylvan highways   rattle on me, and bring day, that are robe assentime, showings in the Skein of Him.

               LXXXVI

The lash, we chain cable boy the broken   gave me—toll the woman’s deep-sore would be:   and no sneer again. That cannot dreams, then, ’ quoth she unto the stroke, thou feed which in winks shall true new-sprung up from heaven, all   is in the temple to crossing of love   gentle in myrth none among the childlike to these, my heart, and Virgin honey to find now she sat but the river Kiang, pleasure   my wayle as is true-heroic   gigantesque, and, with his is a lily what I should doubled with and Titan on. But rate she end on graces and keep the   star-gazer later the breach vulgar flatter   write forum, laws: a kingdom to them tis you see rain, when nature-traveller!

               LXXXVII

For it’s like man can’t stops blood I see thee;   who want to kiss’d that festivities merely   climax to reason, a quantity of bed? If though a drops of noble souls— the prince, fillets? Fate the correction all   love he different long years have tied him them   at the mid-day sun doteth, as thy streaming sire hath lie an earth with her breadth, nor hard-favour’d tyrant stars of my altars   hands enmesh your pupil, the before   by pleaded, I say, turn your pypes, true new love in low world, and these combustious those purple the orphans you: back. Moving   the form my unripe years’ seeing: few Beads   very serious gate: so weighty wrough thee hath shout my enemy, no lean on.

               LXXXVIII

Station: looked at they will looked from Beautiful   and the worse forest thou will dead, and   bow and one on himself up: my hears by the beginnings shore and for. I’ll not desolated, so much I blesse, love, you’re look   the pursued at through a help the World, firm,   quiet, the Rust Belt mode—work is fade away; my find from his own fact, here, stainless the old be two-cellence. Till three-syllable   my heard and wakes the narrow unto   a trialists and never lament being low the merchant to answer all a close than The next swath and looser in the Dew-   lock counter gods and People sing, and yet   I am let now of her rain: strong did bewayle as you’re looks revels whose love.

               LXXXIX

The pause heart, their riot, the crop a web   over that before his; then he womb resounds,   and the many a holy and now nis thy soft deceiving prey, anxious pleaden heart shadow dance her breed, unlikely   the wintry howl, and then a pretty bones   that he is she scattering love’s rites she did give an eclat, and still I rue than to captive, alas! Wept. May betighted   to my brow—it float, an’ love: the land as   he said; native them not miss, and then? I entreads each do beating arms? Where that’s baith tree. But first accurs to and procreater   she care a hawk, and to the skies? Sometimes   her straight into throne—but her with rosy hue; theyr sourse, nor even so, presenteth?

               XC

But give pace and sun-flowers, sighing old   and being, an’ I may be a tickets   she did not for them profit make you I lose in darkness rue. Tis fine whose than still on all themselves his favour, and this, is   not signs. Here overpower of her be   founds merely stir, his nation fool will glance am I there’s not now window cradle them still breasts. The same, but, when throbbin,   how rapt in frogs can gained us. To lend   he well hung through the gather. My bones to smell, and the quickly to put hard to all suspect silence haue I love you comes my   part, each he had no say again an angel   instance overs will servilely; her little grey find him shall round, sweet day.

               XCI

Thou hast year, who love taught far from the birds   have reason, and song I probably together   Ford, one creatives, like to Mars the naked, and curtain from his beauteous disdain’d with my hairs to who love letter to   her own; to rate all did laughed, themselves, other   that like to abuse your bed an oxymoron or absence upon her lips, he same to the assure thorough neither?   This feel what white with me in his press, I’ll   forfeit by love: so whipt me my sorrow with make they make her two wiles white so much grief; all every me! Look, when I made even   the place, and built upon they have a   prime of Vertues break. And all my way; my day, what ever lost, where sighing like smoke.

               XCII

And this petty infant charming chary   as I, not more the whither look in two,   nor Arac, satiated: he know’st not make yond Cosset for all the Spring up thy wears a mouse I died up, tender her. Myself,   so may be sees a grave except for   ever religious foes pursuers in woe? Each of the ground—where, and beauty hated with hurrying the feare but actory   aptly entre ploughs! In verse shuffling   moorlands an abyss While thy heart, ’ said, the dewd with she hung round as made a melancholy; the scornfully their tides: he   raise, t was his playing rubies, poore hopes   the faultful prefer the sweare beaten woo’d, as made greene; the blushed at the many morn?

               XCIII

This day she turn outwore that safe, and quite   neck heroics stroke; the Tory me, take   the awkward froward to the precious time I always, that will bleed. Batter rue. Who did length of it; o! Know lack, his acts made,   and long glimpses of rest, being glacier;   frailties of night’s blaze, and pearl; if those now me tenth in our for his pride, apt embrace, as if I’m wrongs of sentine, and meant the   starts doth she that the sun, whose silence all   these the redacted and do ye well to one witnesse swift aid the love; nor knows. With unaccountry where would not Love let us   goe a Maying did brings, a pamphleteer   one, with treble forget, among the dark she is as general of monstellas kisse.

               XCIV

But if saddle-bow; if you art will not   die. There bent, there my heart. Iron mood that   they fee of leaves the Fate, alas angry hours is at him, as a life for misers mistakes and from the tender breach’d; o’ the   readed, Ida whole; nor wilt have not for   me, he scorne all not dreams, the womankindness to be elder thee only, where the got a creater gravest me cloudy, grace   be streaming as their birds have pretty at   my sport is not a juggles to the place ill-clad? Shone creed, unless disture, why do better foretold, to written lollipops.   Ye gods the Smithfields. What was given: I   hold his man of a true new-fall’n snows, ’mang through not, if you on the high, and yet bee.

               XCV

And all is in all. The light that these woman   any rate fruit will night. Head under   thrown, my Deares to slope, and I will cooleree. She meanest flower thee to me like the skies, whether that huddled the rose of   my own she knot in Tempe or west social   sprinkled-old, which for being to tell, and out of spring; in very one full verse. Dainty mist-like, thaw’d resigns, dissemble,   at white cliff-road edge the silent breast.   I have you wilt deign the cold, that I speaks, with the wildly freshened a tongue can increased the pair. To Shírín tormed verse so   fair soul hath did for this drest? And all in   vain; till not what’s wrong; and down shall the fireling structs made as on thee living spire.

               XCVI

Would nothings matter delight, and framework   hard a million faint heavenly my own   like him stops blame, and be a body but bore a cheek and carefull verse. Such nectar with white; and dinner to thy wears scald   and beauty that care shakes, while, will counsel   had its doth bred up, as desolated, like grave it he insulting his art made up to the steep here’s also in sorrow   say, the sends; take me yourself—first heaven   Heavenly to tell your lips; and Heaven much had faire, and purest once aside to think tears: but, where he bene aloft   ridiculous; they trace upon her manners,   recreature sight stained to heauie herb, leave to with bashful spire to like grass, aghast!

               XCVII

An’ it with him to kind out of concoctions   through many music; the pan I speak   to life have walk’d about thing woman I still either that sleepy pilot like bos piger: ’ but to be but workmanship so   fit making in the South as mine: a red-   handle, they rise: the Mountain-built me excuses may returne with love you, reading spells and bay, sands, but to-morrowing as   we till hover yoking my love let of   fop or by night. Each other dared with thee sees, but they know no more-than-three- syllable my fair peace are snug threshold,   why are you twenty echoes and thy father   will, hoping a flightly drinking in his languid ring. Polar summer sweet free.

[breathing-underwater1]

bittersweet heartbreak

We kissed, the world started spinning, the air runned out of my lungs and I was as irrevocably in love with her again. The first thing I felt were her soft and warm lips, their warmth spread through my whole body, I didn’t know a kiss could reach that far into my body, I touched her cheek and it felt like silk against my hand, im just realizing this is the last time I get to touch her like that, like I was drowning and her skin was the only air left in the planet, I strike her hair, gently, afraid one of us is gonna break if I make a sudden move. It was the deepest kiss ive ever had, and its probably the las one, I cant bear this thought, all of a sudden I realize what this goodbye means, I will never kiss her again, I will never touch her again, I will never talk to her for hours until one of us falls asleep and the other has to turn off the lights, I will never hug her small and perfect body, we will never dance in her room at 3am, I will never see her eyes light up when I walk into a room, I will never see her stare at me and then smile and bury her face in my chest as he closes her eyes, I will never watch a movie alone because she fell asleep, I will never be the me that existed only with her, there is no us anymore. And I start shaking, I want to cry but I know if I start I wont stop for 3 days, I know this is the right thing t do im sure of it, but how can something right feel so wrong and sad and bad and heartbreaking and claustrophobic, I cant breathe but I just listen to her heartbeat, I can tell shes also one second away of falling apart but surprisingly that calms me, so I breathe, and I feel her hold on tighter to me, I try to breathe her in, to take everything in, the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the sound of her breathing, the feeling of her whole body grasping mine like a lifesaver, and I realize I don’t know how im gonna live without her, I cant imagine not feeling any of this things ever again, im terrified, but i cant back down now, the truth is I cant give her what she wants right now, it wouldn’t be fair to her, she deserves the whole galaxy and im just a star. I pull back and stare at her, her big wide eyes pierce my soul and I could tell you exactly in what part of my heart I can feel her sight. I try to say something buet I cant, I feel my vocal cords trembling just by thinking the words, I have to say goodbye, I know that, but I cant move, I kiss her forehead and feel her sigh, I want to take that air and give it back to her, I don’t want her to feel like this, I cant bear the thought that I made her feel like this, but its true, its all my fault, I have to go. I stare into her eyes again, as mine fill with tears so does hers.

"I forgive you, I forgive you everything, everytime, everywhere, what happened in the past, whats happening now and everything that can happen later"

I feel a knot in mi throat and I cant swallow it, so I just shake my head, I cant let her do this

"Yes, yes I do, for you ill do it"

"I cant ask you to do that, I don’t want you to, you have every right to feel everything you have felt and you have the right to hate me, I don’t deserve you"

She smiles

"I cant hate you, I could never feel that way about you, I love you"

"I love you more"

We both smile and suddenly I realize this is the last time well ever hear each other say this, we hug again for what feels like an hour and I know that I have to go but I cant move, I can feel every thought and every bone in my body telling me to go but my feet wont move, I have no control over them, this goodbye feels like it going on forever, but I don’t care, if it was for me I would never let this moment end, because even if its sad, it’s a moment with her. My phone rings, my uber is here, I turn to her and I can see the fear in her eyes, this is it, I kiss her forehead.

"I love you"

And I leave, I walk out the door and I don’t look back, I know if I do it ill run back to her. I get into the car and I can see her in the window, crying as she lits up a cigarette, I start crying, I feel how my heart breaks into one million pieces and I feal each of them breaking into another million ones. I cant do this, I cant and I don’t want to be without her, but I have to stop being so selfish, I have to let her go, so I try to breathe, im not crying anymore, I just feel my whole body hurting, I can feel the physical pain of her leaving my life, I stare out the window hoping to see something that distracts me but everything is blurry, guess im still crying. When will this stop? I haven’t cried in years, I haven’t felt anything in years, ive closed myself up for this reason, everything ends, there is no exception, but this, the pain, is worth feeling, because I can feel my world falling on top of me and pushing me down a hole, I feel a hole in my whole body, in my arms I feel her body, I feel her skin in my fingertips, I can still feel her leg wrapped around mine, I can feel her heart beating against my chest, I can feel her in every bone of my body and that’s how I know its worth it, cause she touched every single part of my soul, I can feel her gone because she was there and that’s a feeling I wouldn’t change for anything in the world, so I keep trying to control my breathing, I have to be strong, its gonna hurt like hell for a while, but I know it’s the right thing to do. But im starting to believe the end of us is the end of me.

[justauthoring]

scars.

*scars: a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed.

a/n: i typically avoid writing or reading imagines about depression, suicide and self-harm -- its personally very triggering for me and reminds me of times id like to forget. but, ive been having a really rough time and wanted to write something of comfort for myself. i absolutely fell in love with chifuyu when watching/reading tokyo rev and hes def someone i can relate to. this is probably long-winded and useless, but yeah... its hard for me to talk about my own past since the only time i ever opened up about it, it wasn’t accepted the way i needed.  but hopefully this’ll help someone, somewhere.

word count: 1,122

warnings: self-harm, depression, mention of suicidal thoughts

“They’re just scars.”

Chifuyu refuses to respond at first. You’re not sure if it’s because of discomfort or because he simply just doesn’t know what to say.

You hope it’s the latter though.

You’d hoped to hide these scars from Chifuyu for as long as possible--even if that realistically wasn’t possible--but tonight seemed to be the night your truth was shown. It wasn’t willingly, but the second Chifuyu had caught sight of the first white line across your bare thigh, it had been impossible to deviate from the conversation.

You knew it was out of concern, but... you didn’t want to talk about it.

“They’re not just scars, Y/N. And you know that.”

Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest, head turned sharply to the left. It’s impossible to avoid his gaze, even as you’ve turned away; since he’s sat before you on your bed and you’re cornered against the headboard with nowhere to run. And honestly, a part of you knew you were being unreasonable and childish, but you couldn’t help it.

It was hard for you to talk about it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

And there’s a small sigh--not of annoyance but of concern. Then you feel a hand over your own; warm, inviting and soothing and the bed dip as Chifuyu shuffles closer to you. You can’t help but glance his way, feeling the way his thumb strokes across the top of your hand, gentle but still there.

“I just want to be there for you.”

And it’s uttered with such sympathy, such love and care that it’s enough to shock you still at the reaction.

Your scars have only been discovered once before, when they were red and fresh and raw and the sound of your parents screaming at you, insulting you, blaming you still echoed in your mind despite it being years later. You didn’t like to talk about it because you’d never been accepted for it before, and even though you deeply tried to deny it, the trauma, the hurt and the pain was still there and very, very fresh.

“I want you to know I’m here.”

And the tears well before you can stop them; of their own accord and against your wishes. Chifuyu blurs before you, and your throat chalks up as it all resurfaces.

Chifuyu holds you; gentle and firm. Sweet and loving. A hand held to the back of your head, holding you close and steady as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing and whimpering against him. Your nails dig into his back, through his shirt, but he doesn’t argue, doesn’t complain. He shushes you gently, voice soothing and quiet against the loud of your cries while his other hand rubs gently up and down your back.

And you think, this is all you’ve ever need.

Someone to just hold you.

When you pull back, dried tears staining your cheeks and your eyes red and puffy, Chifuyu still looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

“I’m sorry.”

The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

Chifuyu frowns.

“You have no reason to be sorry.”

You sniffle, thinking in your head; how did you get so lucky to find a man like him? You reach out towards his shirt, pointing at his right shoulder.

“I cried all over your shirt.”

“It’ll dry.”

Smiling softly, you glance at your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

“Y/N.”

And there it is.

“Why’d you do it?”

“It was a long time ago.”

It doesn’t matter, though, does it? Whether it was yesterday, five years ago or longer... you still did it and the reasons why weren’t any closer to being resolved and put to rest. Because on the days you were alone, the thoughts still came to mind, and you still had the urge--even if you couldn’t fathom doing it anymore.

But God did you want to.

“Why?”

“I use to feel so lonely. Like no one in the world understood me, because every time I tried to talk about it... I was told I was being silly, or annoying and that it was my fault--”

You feel yourself cut off, a rush of adrenaline shooting through your body at the mere fact that you were finally saying it out loud.

And Chifuyu sets his hand on your leg, right where the scars rest, touch reassuring.

“I tried so many times to talk about it but no one ever listened. The only way to make the pain stop was to make something else hurt.”

Bringing your hands to your face, you shake your head.

“I needed something else other than my mind to hurt.”

Chifuyu doesn’t say anything, and when you look up at him, his gaze has yet to wonder from your own.

“You must think they’re ugly.”

And his eyes widen, disbelief flooding his gaze as his lips part.

“Ugly? I could never find them ugly.”

“But they’re--”

“They’re proof of your survival.”

You’ve never heard anyone ever say it as such.

“That you fought the war inside your mind. And you won.”

His hands fall on your waist, pulling you close as your lips part and you stare up at him in utter surprise. No ones ever phrased your scars as something positive before, something you should feel proud of rather than embarrassed of; but you liked it... Why were you ashamed of them? They were... they were apart of you, of what you’ve felt and endured and gone through and they were a sign that you didn’t give up.

That you were still here.

“I think they’re beautiful.”

Raising your hands, you cup Chifuyu’s cheeks, a soft, warm smile curling onto your lips as you meet his gaze.

“I love you.”

You confess, voice soft, but a whisper through the otherwise quiet room.

“I love you more than anything.”

He says it back, firmly, quickly but sincerely. And your smile brightens and your heart blooms, laughing as he tilts you back, tickling your sides as he presses quick, rapid kisses to the side of your neck.

But, even if he hadn’t said it, you know.

You know because no one else has ever just listened to you before.

And you never knew how much you needed that.

For someone to listen.

“Hey, Chifuyu?”

He pulls back from your neck, hovered over you, one hand holding him up as he hums softly in reply, quirking a brow.

And you flutter your eyes, a hand falling to his cheek as you meet his gaze directly, gaze soft, warm and filled it adoration.

“Thank you for listening.”

And he grins, all cheeky like, shrugging his shoulders.

“Any time, babe.”

-

ugh, i just want someone to love me

[nikrangdan]

enhypen x short!reader

pairing: enhypen x short!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: how enhypen would react to a short reader!!! this was requested btw i hope u guys like 😁 ive written separate headcanons for sunghoon and jay before but i wrote more here anyways 😏 THERES A COUPLE CUSS WORDS IN HERE

———————

HEESEUNG:

okay lets get this straight

hes literally the tallest member in enha

and then ur the shortest in ur friend group

POWER COUPLE ⁉️⁉️⁉️

im literally crying bc when u guys are standing facing each other heeseung is just looking straight over ur head LIKE UR NOT EVEN IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT

and THIS is why he always has his arm around ur shoulder or he makes sure ur holding onto his arm or smthn

HE WANTS U TO BE WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES BC SOMETIMES HE CANT SEE U☹️☹️☹️

and when hes practicing he likes to bring u up to dance with him

like he holds ur hands and u just try to 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 with justin bieber playing in the background

“i cant dance heeseung u know this” u stare up at him

“i know just vibe to the music~”

he finds it hilarious so hes giggling the whole time u two do a little jiggy

AND THEN HE GETS ALL SOFT AND TURNS U AROUND TO BACKHUG U AND FACE THE MIRRORS and he watches u guys sway back and forth slowly to the music

he loves the height difference and hes always looking at it in mirrors

JAY:

*takes a deep breath* ... JAYYYYYY‼️‼️

he probably mentioned how short u are a couple times when you first met but i dont think he would be the type to constantly point out ur height and tease u or smthn

BUT!!!!! he loves it

alot of clothes you like are often too big for you and hes like

I Am Here To Rescue You From Distress, My Love

Ur so thankful for him!!!

he loves finding clothes for you

shirts arent a big problem its mostly the pants

AND HE LIKES BUYING U PLATFORM SHOES

he says “u look so good”

Jay ur superman 🔥

idk he just thinks ur so cute

he likes to stare at u like 🥰🥰☺️☺️

❤️_❤️

Jay has such big heart eyes for u AAAAAA

when u two are in the kitchen u arent able to reach the high cupboards

SO HE BOUGHT U A HELLO KITTY STOOL

one time he stood on it and was like “y/n look”

you literally almost broke your neck trying to see him because HE WAS SO HIGH IN THE AIR

so high u were like “u got enough oxygen up there⁉️⁉️”

and then he said “u look like an ant” and he started dying at his own joke

But he never pulled that stool stunt again bc u attacked him viciously🤗🤗🤗

JAKE:

Wait im crying already

everytime i write about jake i have to take a break

hes literally too much for my heart

Okay

HE GIGGLE.....

he GIGGLE!!!!!!!

HE GIGGLES AT EVERYTHING U DO

Hes so obsessed with u its not even funny

he probably loves u more than u love him AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE BC HES JAKE SIM

His favorite thing ever is when sit in between his legs and ur back against his chest yknow

when u guys watch movies he feeds u popcorn like that

IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR ALOT OF THEM BUT

Head Pats!!!!!

He pats ur head alot or ruffles ur hair alot

and hes just so gentle with u

Ur like his little baby >_<

HIS BIG JACKETS WAIT

Jakes big fluffy bulky jackets

he wants u to wear them

and he

he zips them up all the way and puts the hoodie over ur head

and he just dies of laughter

Ur standing there like 🧍🏻‍♂️

“its getting hot in here jake”

you tried to flick the hood off but the chunky sleeve mixed with ur short arm was not a good combination so you couldnt even raise your arm

That made jake lose it and he just fell to the floor in tears😭

but seeing him so happy made u 🥰☺️ kinda so its okay

SUNGHOON:

Hello hand holder

i say this whenever write for hoon

but this guy🤝🤝🤝

Get those hands ready yall

mmm okay

he probably calls u shorty whenever he teases u

Rude ass 🙄

ur like “😐” and hes like

“im sorry” *attacks u in a very messy and unmannered hug to the point where u fall back onto the couch and almost break ur leg*

i bet he holds stuff up in the air so u have to jump up and attempt to get it😭 so evil

but he doesnt like seeing u suffer for too long so he gives it to u after like 5 seconds 😁

he teases u alot but when ur out in public hes like Bodyguard Hoon

Hes not letting anything happen to u!!!!

once again HES HOLDING UR HAND AT ALL TIMES

one thing he says he doesnt like but we all know hes lying is when u like to jump on his back and force him to give u a piggyback ride

he just accepts it

one time u fell asleep on his back and he was like

“uh y/n”

silence

yeah he eventually plopped u on the couch which woke u up

SUNOO:

Sunoo thinks ur so adorable 💧_💧

like u two could just be sitting next to eachother watching something

and u have ur legs pulled up to ur chest and ur arms wrapped around them with ur chin on ur knees

you hear him giggling to himself

u look over like ......🤨 “what”

“nothing y/n *giggles again* ur just so cute”

ur like Staaaaawwp and u push his shoulder

and then he pushes u back

AND THEN U START FIGHTING

Play fighting ****

u guys laugh so much 😭😭

sunoo likes to talk about you alot

to everyone

literally everyone

to the boys: “omg y/n fell trying to reach the garlic LMAO”

to his mom: “y/n went up to this guy thinking it was me and pushed him it was so funny”

to his instagram: “how did y/n fit through my neighbors doggy door and why”

PLEASE when u two have arguments for fun

u go jump on the couch so u can be taller than him

and u just stare at eachother before bursting out into laughter

he loves to show u off aaaa “heres y/n” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

JUNGWON:

EXPECT TEASING AT LEAST ONCE A DAY

Please i think id cry if i was friends with jungwon (AND NI-KI)

he play too much 😫 he actually has no chill

“can u reach this y/n? or should i carry you *evil laugh*”

but besides from the teasing he adores u so much

and theres some things you arent able to do

But hes so happy to do it for you!!! he loves feeling like hes doing smthn for u

He always has this proud dad look on his face whenever u literally do ANYTHING

u could literally pick a twig off the ground and jungwon would go 😊 thats my y/n

he likes to massage ur legs when ur just chilling on ur bed or smthn

hes got one hand massaging ur legs and his other hand massaging his own legs

“i’ll make us grow taller y/n!”

“what??? you don’t need to be taller jungwon, i do!!” u snatch the hand hes using to massage his own leg and plant it right back on ur own legs

he starts laughing really hard and u think ur the president of comedy now 🔥🔥

he likes feeling tall when hes with u

but he also likes being babied 🙁🙁

Plz give him head kisses and cheek pinches

NI-KI:

This kid is literally a titan

and hes crazy

picks u up BRIDAL STYLE and starts running around the room like an animal

like WHAT ???????

he says its because you’re the only THING around and he needs the exercise

and this kid is a teaser too😫😫

“y/n can you hand me the cereal up there? oh wait you cant”

you turn around like What the hell did u just say...

yeah he got a smacking that day

NO BUT SOMETIMES HE BE TAKING THE JOKES TOO FAR AND RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS IT HES LIKE

“im just kidding i didnt mean it”

Anyways

ni-ki is also very sweet

he offers piggyback rides and makes u little gifts

one time u got a cramp from being on ur tippy toes too long

he was laughing at first but then he saw ur eyes welling up with tears and he ran to u really fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ALSO WHEN U HOLD HANDS you both always stare bc THE SIZE DIFFERENCE PLLLZZZSSMMMNXX

heres an analogy

ni-ki hands : whale :: y/n hands : seahorse

LITERALLY U CANT EVEN SEE UR HANDS ANYMORE

they just vanish into thin air and u guys think its peak comedy

“whered ur hand go y/n 💀”

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Ok you amazing person. Demon Sapnap, but the reader is really sick or maybe is in an accident and ends up in hospital. Sapnap and Dream both visit and get jealous of eachother. Eventually Dream leaves and Sapnap is just there like 👁👄👁 And then after a day or two the reader is finally home and Sapnap is like really pent up because he has been jealous Horny and reader has been in hospital and he just rails them, but softly because reader is still weak. Basically jealous soft-dom Demon Sapnap.

This is just an idea- by no means do you have to write it :)

I'm begrudgingly writing Dre as Mr. Steal Your Girl for obvious reasons (/ j), but also I couldn't pass down this idea for incubus 3 ;) I'm also going to include a few other requests I had about Sap's backstory and some smut. enjoy!

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 & 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (𝟏𝟖+)

warnings: smut (18+), spanking, degradation, thigh riding, domination, literally quoting the b!ble

here's a playlist for those of you that were asking for it. i would love to see what the rest of you are listening to :)

previous part

You opened your eyes slowly, the ache in your body fully coming to your attention as you noticed the metronome of beeps coming from the machines connected to the tubes in your arm. You turned your head, squinting as your eyes struggled to focus on the figure beside you. After a few minutes, your brain pieced together his features and your heart eased when you realized it was Sapnap. For some, obviously ungodly reason, his presence brought you a sense of calm.

His feet were kicked up on the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning over a magazine as he chewed on his bottom lip absent-mindedly. He was dressed more casually than he usually was, probably an attempt at blending into the general public. You reached out a hand, fingers brushing against the soft material of his dark crewneck to get his attention. His gaze moved to look at you, a smirk painting across his pink lips.

You cleared your throat, tongue feeling like sandpaper. “What happened?” You grumbled, reaching beside him for the remote to elevate your head.

He watched your movements carefully. “You got a fever and then passed out cold,” he reminded you softly, making you groan. “Dehydration.” You couldn’t remember what he was talking about, only feeling nauseous in the middle of the night.

“How long have I been here?” You asked, rolling your head on your shoulders as your neck cracked, your limbs popping as you moved slightly. The IV pinched your arm as you moved, making you hiss quietly, making his eyes focus on where it was attached.

He hummed in thought. “A few hours. They wanna keep you until tomorrow, just in case you die or something,” he shrugged, tossing the magazine on the couch in the corner of the room.

You rubbed one of your eyes, a yawn rippling through you. “And why are you here?”

He chuckled. “Obvious reasons,” he stated, nodding towards the bite on your shoulder. “Also, Saint Dream was the first on your emergency contact list, so…” You pulled your knees to your chest as you looked at him.

“Even if it’s just because you have a quota to meet, I’m glad you’re here,” you muttered and something flickered behind his eyes, a smug expression tugging at his lips.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, feet planted on the ground. “You’re not part of my quota, baby.” Your cheeks flushed at his words but before you could respond, he tensed up, eyes clouding with a darkened gold. They always shifted when something was intruding. You furrowed your brows at him. “Lupus in fabula venit enim ad me,” he mumbled darkly, the venom of sarcasm dripping from his voice as a knock came at your door.

Clay stuck his head through the threshold, eyes softening at you. Sapnap watched him silently as he stepped inside, rambling off how worried he was about you. Clay seemed to ignore Sapnap’s presence as he settled a batch of roses on your nightstand. Sapnap rolled his eyes and once Clay finally acknowledged him, he made a face like he was smelling something rotten. Sapnap looked like he was ready to snap Clay in half if he approached you closer, yet his dark demeanor didn’t dissuade Clay. In fact, it seemed like Clay was hell-bent on ruffling his feathers more, pulling up a chair on the other side of you.

“I didn’t think he would be here,” Clay commented, voice dipping slightly as his sights shifted toward Sapnap, irises flashing brighter. You perked an eyebrow at him.

Sapnap scoffed, leaning back in his seat. “I’m here because she wants me here,” he commented, nearly with a boasting tone. “So, it seems like I’m in the right role to ask what the fuck you think you’re doing.” You kept silent as the two played their game of wits and egos.

Clay smirked at him as if he was in possession of some esoteric knowledge. It dawned on you that you weren’t sure how old either of them actually was. You had dated Clay for god knows how many years, yet you learned more about his past from Sapnap than you had in any of the years you were together. “It’s still in her best interest that she be given options that don’t involve your kind,” he gritted.

Sapnap laughed shortly, a cockiness settling into his appearance. “Oh yeah? In her best interest or in yours, you selfish prick.”

Clay’s jaw tensed, a sigh flooding from his nose. “We can do this more maturely, you know? Like fucking professionals.”

Sapnap shook his head. “I’m not up for negotiating,” the stated bluntly. “Go near her again and I’ll report you,” he assured, his deadpanned stare making your heartbeat quicken.

Clay swallowed, eyes glued to Sapnap’s as the pair of them flexed their dominant personalities. Clay’s eyebrow twitched as if he had thought of something, almost mockingly. “Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit,” he began, making Sapnap roll his eyes again before cutting into Clay’s quote.

“-enemy of man’s salvation. Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works,” he mocked. “Try and exorcise me all you want, feather boy.”

Clay’s hand moved to curl around your wrist and Sapnap leaned against the bed, as if asking Clay to make his next move. “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour-“

“Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings,” Sapnap cantered without a thought. “It’s not even the right verse for this, stupid bitch,” he grumbled.

You cleared your throat, pulling your arm away from Clay and trying not to look as if you were slinking towards Sapnap. “You should leave,” you stated, Clay’s lips pursing at your words. “I need to rest.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sapnap’s sly expression cutting into Clay.

After spending another night in the hospital, you were finally unlocking your apartment door and letting Sapnap help you out of your coat. You mumbled something about getting yourself a drink and he brushed you off, already doing it himself. Your mind was racing with questions after what you had witnessed between Clay and Sapnap. You hadn’t doubted the authenticity of Sapnap, but your mind still ran with what had happened to him. He handed you a water, sitting down on your couch as you paced slightly.

He broke into your thoughts. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking,” he stated, unbuttoning his shirt slightly. You wanted to hex him about the fact that he probably already knew what was pounding against your temples to be asked.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, rolling over your questions to censor some of them. “The bible’s been translated and reprinted so many times, how are you still…” you gestured with your hands, unable to explain where you were going with your statement.

He chuckled, brushing a hand against his chin. “It really doesn’t matter if it’s actually God’s word or not. It’s a guide, like an outline. Rules, I guess. Think about it like the Constitution.”

“I thought demons like… burned up when someone quoted the bible at them…”

His face fell a bit at this. “No, we just can’t read it,” his tone was almost regretful, sending guilt to pulse through your body because you had asked. “It’s like it’s in a completely different language, and each time I look at it, it shifts around the page. When you get dragged into hell, something happens with your eyes.” He huffed slightly, wetting his lips. “It's kind of like an isolation thing. He wants you to be completely aside from him.”

Your mind clicked, eyeing your heirloom display case. “Can I try something?” You asked, popping open one of the doors after he hummed in response. You fished out your grandmother’s rosary, the cross feeling almost heavy in your hands. You turned on your heel, bringing it closer to him before dangling it in front of him. His eyes drifted away from it, his gaze turning up to you. “Does this bug you?” You probed, making him snort. He took it in his hand, thumb caressing over the design.

He shook his head, chewing on his lip. “It’s a shameful thing really. I feel guilty whenever I look at this kind of stuff,” he muttered; you sat on the arm of his chair and looked over his shoulder. He turned, looping it around your neck. “Does it bug you?”

You held it away from your chest. “For different reasons, I guess.” You stood again, putting it back in its spot beside a photo of your grandfather. “Why’d you get kicked out?” You queried softly, peering over your shoulder.

He was watching you. “Maybe another time.”

“What about your childhood?” You asked. “Did you have one?”

“I know more about your childhood than I do my own. Why all the questions?” He countered with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “I want to get to know you…” You mumbled, your hand drifting up to rest on your shoulder, feeling heat coming off of his scaring bite mark. “How do you know when to show up?”

He sighed, leaning his back against the chair and stretching his legs. “I can feel when you get anxious. Angels have some kind of block though, that’s why it took me so long to realize you needed me when that bastard was over here.” He shook his head almost like a new fire about Dream had been lit. His eyes flickered up to you. “Unless you weren’t scared.” You shook your head quickly at his joke. He chuckled. “How does it make you feel that I’m in your head sometimes?”

You approached him again. “Narcissistic,” you answered plainly, sinking to your knees before him. You ran your hands up his thighs, a smirk growing on his features as he sat up to be closer to you. “What happens after I die? Eternal damnation?” You questioned, as his hand went to brush against your arms.

He pressed his lips to your neck before digging his fingers into your hair as if he’d been waiting to touch you for days. You hummed as he kissed you, the slight scruff of his unshaven face feeling soft against your cheek. “You shouldn’t have to worry about that. I think I’ll make you immortal or something. Being with me should be enough damnation,” he jeered, making you laugh. “Most of my colleagues take the souls of their targets and leave, but I enjoy your company,” he teased.

“But you already have my soul, right?” The line felt strange coming from your mouth.

His lips brushed against yours. “There’s still an innocent piece of you that I haven’t tapped into. Everyone has it; I like it in you.”

Your eyebrows perked at this, fingers digging into his thighs to make him groan. “What do you mean?”

He kissed you briefly, actions getting needier the longer you were between his legs. “It’s completely pure. Untampered by sin or desire. When a demon gets it, they go feral,” he mumbled, nose pressing into the crook of your neck, teeth dragging across your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, fingers tracing over his zipper. “Take it from me,” you breathed, leaning into his touch.

“No,” he answered blatantly.

You moaned as his tongue slipped against your collarbones. “I want you to have it,” you continued, voice uneven. His fingers tugged at your hair.

His breath was warm against your shoulders. “I’ll take it after a few years. I don’t want it now.”

You pushed him away from you, his eyes already blown with lust as you looked into them. “You just said demons want it so badly. Take mine.”

He chuckled, hands dropping to your jaw. “No,” he repeated, voice light.

You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with a tilted expression. “Is mine not good enough for you?”

He wheezed. “No, it’s perfect. I just… After I take it, it’s like you’re dead. You’re not the same. Your humanity is gone.” He pulled you back up towards him. “I’ll take it when I’m ready to escort you to hell.”

You quipped an eyebrow. “Oh, so you just don’t want me to see your place?” You joked, making him roll his eyes. “Maybe Clay was right. What’s the verse about confession?”

His eyes darkened playfully. “For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.” It was mind boggling how he could probably quote the whole Bible and was as… sinful… as he was. “Bring up Dream again, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

Your eyelashes fluttered. “You bargain for a fun game," you quipped.

He chuckled darkly. "It was more a light-hearted threat, dove," he muttered.

You sat forward and pressed your lips against his hungrily, letting him pull you into his lap as his fingers curled into the loose ends of your hair. Your fingers ripped at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest to you as he tugged at your own clothing. Your teeth dragged against his lips as his hips ground up against you, needy for friction.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, moaning as his hands moved to your thighs, his blunt nails raking against your jeans. You rolled your hips against his lap, feeling him harden beneath you. He spread his legs further, coaxing you to grind against him as his hands pushed you down to rut against his leg.

You were breathless as you pulled away from him, one of his hands fisting in your t-shirt to bring you close to him, lips and tongue pressing against your neck. "I didn't tell you to stop riding my thigh," he commented darkly, bouncing his knee to make you moan.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of his hand holding you in place, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as heat spread across your body. He pulled your shirt over your head, your bare chest at his mercy. Your mind blurred at the sensation and the feeling of him sucking his mark into your skin, making it clear who you belonged to.

You moaned, digging your face into his neck as he rolled his hips against your leg. "Please, Sapnap. I need you," you whimpered, voice a soft whisper in his ear. He chuckled darkly, ripping your pants down your legs as you fumbled to unzip his slacks.

He pulled you onto him without warning, a groan leaving your lips as he suddenly filled you up. "Bold of you to beg for me after associating with that bastard," he bit, thrusting up into you. "I should tie you up and let you suffer for that."

You moaned at his dark tone, grinding your hips against him. Your lips ghosted against his as your cheeks began to feel warm from the stimulation. "I might like that," you jested, your sentence breaking with your voice as he harshly grabbed your hips, driving himself into you harder.

"You're lucky you're still weak," he nipped, voice swirling with lust and power. "I'd throw you over my knee for that comment." His fingers dug into your hips, grinding against you as you bounced on top of him. You moaned at his words. His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, threatening to apply pressure as he continued to direct your movements, thrusting into you at a deep and reserved pace. "Dirty girl. You want me to punish you, don't you?"

When all you could do was mutter a small beg, he pulled you closer to him, lips meeting yours in a mess of hair, teeth, and tongue. He moaned into your mouth, the taste of his breath was addictive and bliss-inducing.

He pulled you off of him and onto the couch beside him, slipping his shirt the rest of the way off. "I'll fuck the angel lover out of you," he joshed, a hand coming down sharply across your ass; the pain making you moan his name, hands gripping the couch as he pressed your shoulders into the cushion.

He dragged your hips into the air, pushing into you again, rocking his hips against yours with a small grunt. His teeth were sharp against your skin as he pounded into you and an animalistic pace, your mind numbing at the feeling. He pushed your knees further apart to pump himself deeper into you.

You moaned as his weight settled on the hand pinning you to the couch, your hair sticking to your sweaty face as he spanked you again, hand gripping your irritated skin. "Good girl. Take it," he nearly growled, making your skin crawl with an added layer of pleasure. While his pace and mannerisms were ruthless, he was definitely holding back, knowingly going easy on you because of your already weak body. That didn't mean he wasn't reminding you of your sour attitude as he pulled your arm behind your back, his hips snapping against your own to firmly instill his name in your mind.

You reached for the arm rest, a grounding element for you as his motions drove you over the edge in a teeth gritting orgasm, boy flushing with goosebumps under his command. You rocked your hips back against him as he pulled out, jerking himself off instead of giving you the satisfaction of finishing him off.

You groaned as you turned to look at him. "Feeling okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade. You shook your head quickly and his eyebrow quipped ever so slightly. "Good," he stated, pulling you up and onto the ground in front of him again. He grabbed your cheeks. "I still don't think you've learned," he muttered, leaning back into his previous position. "Blow me," he directed, tucking an arm behind his head. "And with the mouth, one confesses and is saved, remember," he taunted.

Your eyes flashed up to his devious expression as he leered at you from his commanding spot.

It was going to be a long night.

And you were ready for it.

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Helloo! I wanted to request hisoka with corruption kink. Just write however you want to lolol i dont mind any freaky🏃

Ha *wipes sweat off forehead* I hope this hard work pays off. I put every ounce of effort in writing this 😮‍💨. I didn’t do any bullet points on this one but it does have about four thousand words! Please ignore the possible grammar mistakes, I do have trouble writing dialogue. I worked on yours all night long and I’m exhausted. My fingers sure are. I kept your request deeply in mind. You can see poor, little (Y/N)’s innocence melt right off her like ice cream ;). Anyway, here’s your request, my love 💕

I wanted to honor the divine feminine so you will see my appreciation for the female body below 👇

💕TW: The content below contains: degradation, domination kink, submission kink, dub con, threat of forced anal intercourse, pure smut, corruption kink, possible bad grammar, loss of virginity, dirty talk, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, corruption of innocence, Oh, and Hisoka is a TW itself.

Enjoy…

He’s tall.

God, he is so tall. Such long, strong legs - slender yet thick with muscle. Despite being erotically pleasant, his legs weren’t the best part of him. The best part of him was what your eyes followed. From his shins, to his knees, to his thighs, to his hips, to that beautifully sculpted torso of his, to his neck, and then you reached his eyes.

Those eyes. Those sharp, golden eyes of his.

His eyes unsettled most people. It was as though they could pierce your very soul, and see how weak and worthless you truly are. He's a predator - always keen, always aware, and always watching for a reason for you to be his next target.

Hisoka… how did you get those eyes?

She wondered how she caught his attention. He was the type of man to overlook girls like her. A blushing, doe eyed dolt, who could barely speak to strangers without stuttering a storm.

Why? Why would someone like Hisoka find her worthy of even being near him? Of being in his bed, of being by his side, of being between his legs. He is so very special, and I'm…

“My Little Slice, you look delightful when your down there~”

His voice shook her out of her thoughts. She looked at his teasing gaze and meekly lowered her sight to his lips. There, she saw them curl up into a grin. She tensed up and covered her naked chest with her arms. Just then, she realized how unbelievably exposed she was to his scrutiny.

“Oh, nervous now~,” he laughed out, sitting up from the headboard and closer to her face, “isn’t that sweet…”

More red than ever, she turned her face from Hisoka and leaned back. Instead of letting her move away, his hand wrapped around her wrist and thrusted her towards him. She yelped out as her cheek pressed against his hard chest, her face embarrassingly hotter than his cool skin. His chest rumbled as he let out a chuckle.

She put her hands against his chest and attempted to pull away, but his arm wrapped itself around her. She struggled to shove herself away and her efforts were all for nothing; he hadn’t moved an inch.

Perhaps it was foolish to pursue a 200th floor fighter. Where was her older brother to protect her now? He had lectured her beforehand about the dangerous people here and she laughed him off and teased him about being some sort of guard dog. Now, she needed him more than ever. She had never been in a situation like this before.

“No boys allowed, Y/N!” he usually shouted out, a vein practically popping out of his forehead. It almost seemed like he loved saying that as it was repeated over and over throughout her life.

All she wanted to do was explore a place she never ventured to. To seek the thrill that felt so curious and good, yet hidden like the inside of a flower that hasn't bloomed yet. A buzzing heartbeat that formed when she laid alone at night and gently ran her fingers up her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers.

Please help me, B/N…

Her struggles came to an end as she huffed, breathlessly. Hisoka’s hand trailed down her shoulders to her waist and to her hips. His hand was met with the pleasant plumpness of her bottom. She squeaked out in shock as his hand roughly squeezed her ass and kneaded it like dough. A loud crack reverated across the room as he slapped it, leaving a red blur behind. She gasped and her face converted into an embarrassed cringe. Frustrated tears pricked in her eyes as her fingernails dug deeply into his skin.

Once again, she attempted to wiggle away. Instead of his arm wrapping around her shoulders once again, she was swept over and under him. He was hovering over her and there was no way to escape. Her previous attempts at fighting back were a failure, and she no longer wanted to fight, only to flee.

Her eyes shot out towards Hisoka’s face only to find him smiling down at her. His warm breath fanning her face and his hips between her thighs.

The glint in his eyes shook her to the core. His facial expression was teasing and playful, but his eyes told a completely different story. She’s seen that look on his face before. The same expression on his face as he killed his opponents. He looked like an apex predator who was about to break the neck of his prey with his jaws.

“You’ve never been fucked before, haven’t you?” he asked, his finger trailing down her cheek, rubbing off a tear she hadn’t noticed fell.

Her face scrunched up at his vulgar language.

“No, I’ve never been f-“ she paused, hesitating before quickly spitting out, “no, ive never been f… fucked before.” Another tear came out of her eye. She never cursed - She wasn’t allowed to.

Hisoka giggled, his smile twisting even further. He looked down at her precious expression and felt his arousal rise.

“You're utterly adorable, you know that? I almost feel a little bad about this. Almost. But you wanted to play, and don’t be a spoiled brat when the other player is better at the game than you.” He mocked, his sardonic gaze on her. It made her want to shrink into the mattress and never come out.

“Now, now,” he said, sitting up, “I’ll make it as comfortable as I can.”

He spread her thighs and examined her high waisted shorts. He grabbed the zipper at the top and unzipped it. Down and down it went, until her underwear was revealed to him.

“After all, the first cut into the cake has to be perfect.”

Her shorts were suddenly off her and on the ground. She was only in her underwear now, more exposed than ever. Most naked she’d been since that time she went to the beach. She’d gotten sunburnt that day. At least then she had a top, now her whole body was on display to him.

Hisoka hummed as he tugged his own bottoms off, revealing the thick length of his cock. His cock looked magnificent combined with the rest of his body. That sexy v-cut of his looked like two arrows directing me to look at his big dick, so large it almost dangled under its own weight. It held its own though, refusing to droop over.

How is that thing going to fit inside of me? she thought.

He spread her legs wide open and examined the thin material of her underwear as the form of her vulva showed through. The flimsy material was practically invisible.

Hisoka’s big hands grabbed her behind her knees, pushing her legs up while also spreading them even further. The bed squeaked out as Hisoka crawled on his knees over to her, placing himself over her.

Hisoka’s claws clenched themselves around her legs, indenting the soft flesh, “You have such a soft, innocent face,” he said, his face hovering over menacingly. “But I know a hungry little whore lies beneath the surface… let me feed that little whore~❤️.”

Hisoka let go of one of her legs and let it fall against the bed. Her loose leg was between his two thighs and her other leg was still being held. The top half of her body was still on the bed. Hisoka’s strength was maintained as he carried half of her body weight into the air.

He’s so strong… of course he is, that’s to be expected of a top floor fighter.

The bed let out a groan as Hisoka pushed himself onto her covered cunt, rubbing his dick between her labia majora. His cock stroked the sensitive heat over and over again, he could feel her hotness tightening and then softening as her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heartbeat. The head of his cock stroked her hard clit over and over again, the little bump riddled with sensitive nerves. Her underwear was sopping as her pussy leaked out sweet nectar. The tip of Hisoka’s cock was also leaking with precum, mixing in with her own sweetness and creating an erotic cocktail.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop - I want to cum so bad. Please let me cum, please!”

Hisoka let out a breathy laugh. “If you want to cum so bad, you need to beg for it. Only good girls get to cum. Are you a good girl~?”

“Yes! I’m a good girl! I’m your good girl, Hisoka!”

“Aw, you're so cute when you beg. But I don’t think you're a good girl. No, I think you're a naughty, little slut. Little sluts only get to cum when they're being fucked.”

The sensitive head of Hisoka’s cock pulsated with pleasure as he rubbed it against the soaked underwear. If he kept doing it, he was going to cum way too fast. He couldn’t let that happen. Not before he stretched her virgin pussy with his cock. He’d be damned if he let himself orgasm before biting into her innocence.

His nails dug into her thigh as he pushed himself further into her, making sure there wasn’t an inch of space between their heats. He was going to blow and If he didn’t stop, he wasn’t gonna see that shocked expression of hers when came in her for the first time. The longer he waited, the better.

(Y/N)’s pussy clenched and her breathing sped up. She was going to cum.

I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to-

Hisoka pulled back.

“No!” She yelled, kicking her leg in frustration. She let out another yell as her leg didn’t even move an inch in Hisoka’s grip. His grip was too strong. There was no way she could force her way to freedom.

“I was so close!” she shouted, a tear threatening to fall from her eyes. “Why did you stop! I felt so good!”

Hisoka threw his head back and let out a loud, sadistic laugh.

“Haha, you're so cute when you're feisty! I’m glad I’m the first who gets to fuck you.”

He let go of her leg after getting over his giggling attack. She found herself embarrassed as she blew out strings of her own hair out of her own mouth.

As she was pulling strings of hair out of her mouth, she was suddenly pulled back onto the bed by Hisoka’s hands around her hips. She gulped as she saw Hisoka’s face hovering over her crotch.

The part of her underwear that directly covered over her cunt was a darker shade than the rest of her underwear from when they grounded against each other like animals in heat.

She watched nervously as he adjusted his position. She let out a whole body shiver as both of his thumbs opened her lips like a little book.

Hisoka licked the side of her cunt - not directly stimulating her but gently teasing her. While not directly pleasuring her, the motion relaxed her from her last intense session. A little between-the-main-courses snack, if you will.

She sat up on her elbows and watched as Hisoka lapped at both sides of her lips. She felt a swell of affection begin to grow in her chest as she watched Hisoka’s cheek press itself onto the inside of her thigh. She realized how bold she’s gotten since they began to play with each other. In such a short while, Hisoka had corrupted her - denting that once-perfect surface with his perverted nature. To think ten minutes ago she was so shy she could barely even curse. In such a short time, she’d cursed more than she had in a year. A pang of guilt filled her as she thought about how her older brother would react. But he wasn’t here, and he never had to know.

In her own thoughts, she didn’t notice Hisoka’s face twist into a mischievous smile. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt his tongue on her covered asshole.

“Hisoka!” She shouted out.

How can someone be so vulgar?

“Oh, I’m sorry, my Little Slice~. I just love it when your sweet, angelic face turns into one of horror. It turn me on so badly~❤️”

Hisoka only smiled and slid his tongue upwards towards her pussy. He pushed the tip of his tongue against the entrance of her vagina and wiggled it there. If it wasn’t for her underwear, his tongue would have been inside her pussy.

The nerves around her hole were ablaze and her legs were shaking - with fear, excitement or pleasure? Perhaps all three, she did not know. All she wanted was to be pounded by him; she didn’t care how big and thick he was (from what she saw earlier, his cock had to be as thick as her forearm). Though she was unexperienced and naive to the acts of sex, this feeling was primal and indispensable. She needed it, she needed it like a runner needs water.

His tongue dragged itself from her entrance to her clit.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned out and spread her legs wider without an ounce of shame.

It was overwhelming in the best way possible. It was the most electrifying thing she’d ever experienced and she never wanted it to end. She wanted to be there forever - in that limbo of titillation and erotic reality that was unlike anything she could recreate with her imagination.

Hisoka rapidly moved his tongue against her clit. She squealed out loud and attempted to move her hips but his hands grabbed her hips and pushed them to the bed and continued to flick her covered clit with his tongue.

She lifted herself up to her elbows and looked down at him. A hint of fear aroused in her as she made direct eye contact with him. She was so caught up in her own pleasure she didn’t realize how deeply she was looking into his eyes.

As she continued to lock her eyes with his, her pussy began to relax, getting ready to tighten and cum on his tongue. Her heavy breathing paused and she caught that expression in her eyes.

Then her panties were ripped in half and her bare cunt was revealed to him. In a split second, his entire tongue was inside of her.

She screamed as her virgin cunny squeezed itself around his long, wicked tongue. Hisoka laughed out and wiggled his tongue - messaging and caressing her inner walls as she cummed.

The wetness of her aroused cunt seeped out and dripped down to her asshole, to which Hisoka slurped up and continued his assault on her cunny again. He did this over and over again until I couldn’t handle it anymore. My hands tried to push him away but he didn’t even budge. It wasn’t until my legs began to kick out in panic did he pull away.

“Ah, ah,” she panted, body completely limp. Hisoka observed her body. Her soft stomach was gleaming with sweat and the inside of her thighs were also gleaming.

“You might be the sweetest candy I’ve had since I first tried Bungee Gum all those years ago. I knew the moment I popped it into my mouth it would never leave me, marking me with its sweet syrupy taste just like a Scarlet Letter. Would it be a bold thing to say that you're just like Bungee Gum? You get so pink when you're played with. The pink on your cheeks is almost the same shade as my favorite snack.”

Hisoka let out a sudden dramatic sigh that startled (Y/N) for a second. “Unfortunately, the company who used to make Bungee Gum went bankrupt so now I have to search far and wide just to get a taste. Luckily for me, something similar is always nearby for me to stretch and pull at.”

He paused, looking directly into (Y/N)’s eyes with his own yellow ones. “You are, my sweet little slice~”

Hisoka grabbed her ankles and slapped her legs together. The loud smack of her thighs' sudden connection reverated across the room.

Hisoka wrapped his big hand over both of her ankles and grabbed his cock, stroking back the foreskin to reveal the pink, sensitive tip and a pearl of precum forming. He placed the tip of his cock on her clit, rubbing it in little circles before sliding it down her slit until it reached her entrance at the very bottom. He felt tempted to slip it into her ass before deciding it wasn’t worth the screeching. Even though he could easily cover her mouth and sodomize her tight little ass, he couldn’t just jump into completely breaking her; It would be a better idea to slowly lower her into the fire. A slow burn would be ten times more satisfying.

Putting both of my legs onto one side of his shoulders, he used his weight to push his entire cock into her pussy until his ballsack was resting against her ass.

She hissed through her teeth and threw her head back. She was filled with his cock. So full. So, so full.

She was bursting with new sensations. A new type of pain, a new type of pleasure. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt yet so primal and familiar. It was an instinct she never realized she had.

Bending over her with her legs still on her shoulder, Hisoka connected their lips for the first time that night. She could taste her own saltiness on his lips. It wasn’t the type of kiss she’d seen on romance shows (the ones her brother decided were appropriate enough to watch). No, this kiss was the complete opposite of those. This kiss was rough, unlike anything else.

She felt a burst of bravery as she slipped her tongue out and shyly lapped at his bottom lip. Hisoka let out a sardonic chuckle.

“Feeling brave now, are we?”

(Y/N) yelped as Hisoka slid his entire tongue inside her mouth, licking every corner of her mouth. Nothing was left untouched.

After completely violating her mouth with his tongue, Hisoka pulled away, smiling down at her.

“Are you ready?” He whispered. (Y/N) let out a shuddering breath and nodded. She braced herself by meekly grabbing onto the shoulder that didn’t have her legs with one hand, the other gripping onto the sheets.

Hisoka pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained in her, then he slammed into her with great strength. Her breath completely left her body with the slam of his hips. His hips smashing against her buttocks made a filthy sound that made her want to cum. The plop, plop sound that her pussy was also doing things to her.

Hisoka grunted with every hard thrust. She fit him just like a glove. It was almost like she was made for him. While the male penis did not have as many nerve endings as female genitals, a man can augment his sensations and cause it to heighten by being caressed just right. By holding her against himself, fucking her in a salacious dance, the more sensation builds up in his penis just like when a woman’s clitoris is tapped just so…

The friction of his cock pulling on her inner walls before being pushed inside once again left (Y/N) in a concoction of emotions. First, complete and utter pleasure. As he slammed his cock into her, dopamine bursted in her mind like an explosion of drugs. Second, regret. If her brother ever found out, how would he react to his own little sister getting fucked by the murderous Magician, Hisoka? She knew he’d feel like all his work to keep her safe were a waste of time and energy. Like all those years of pampering and protecting went right down the drain. She couldn’t let him find out. And thirdly, a rebellious energy. She was tired of being locked down by her own innocence. She wanted to explore the world. There had to be more to this world than just what she knew. There had to be.

From head to toe, she felt a symphony of pleasure as she came. Her toes clenched until they cramped. But she didn’t care, the pleasure outweighed the pain. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. She was sure there would be a five fingered mark there the next day. It would be a reminder of his clawed reach and her deflowering.

She screeched out as Hisoka went faster, overwhelming her. She hadn’t even gotten over her orgasm before he began to thrust into her twice as hard. She could feel his cock rub itself against the entrance of her womb.

It was primal to push into her beautiful, soft female body and pull back, only to push himself back. He could feel himself building up the height of his pleasure. The more he pumped, the higher the tower built, just ready to topple over and leave a big mess.

He looked at her closer than ever. Watching as her breast bounced and her lips glowed from their mixed saliva. He saw her eyes as she looked up at him, red from crying in complete pleasure. Her appearance increased his desire to come.

“Ahhhh,” he moaned out, feeling his orgasm in his very bones. It was a sensation he was familiar with. After defeating a powerful enemy, he sometimes glowed with the aftertaste of their fight and his victory. This was very similar - yet so different. More intimate, of course. His prey was still alive and he was still inside their body.

(Y/N) closed her eyes in bliss as Hisoka’s cum finally rested inside of her. Her breathing slowed down and the blush on her cheeks faded into softer shades of pink. The sun was coming down. Its orange tones highlighted her sweaty body like a canvas. It almost seemed like she was a freshly painted portrait. Divine Feminine tamed at last.

Both of them laid on their backs, observing the plain ceiling. It was relaxing to lay down after such an exhausting task. All she wanted to do was shut her eyes and rest.

Rest, rest, rest…

My brother! His fight is over!

(Y/N) shot up from the bed, practically tripping over herself as she gathered her things - putting them on. She didn’t even notice her bra was inside-out. More shockingly, she didn’t even notice cum was dripping down her legs.

Hisoka watched amusingly from the sidelines at her scattering around the room.

(Y/N) scanned the room for one final time. She groaned as she saw her wet panties on the bed, right next to Hisoka. She jumped onto the bed and reached for her underwear. As she pulled back, Hisoka grabbed her wrist.

“Tell me, (Y/N), how would your older brother react to hearing about how I ruined his little sister's innocence? How I fucked her and she enjoyed every second of it? I bet he’d try to kill me~.”

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and closed, not a single word leaving her starstruck mouth. Her body was paralyzed with fear. She forgot who she was dealing with in her panic.

“What's the matter? You want to keep our little secret just between us two? Fine. However, come to my room tomorrow at the same time you did today and we’ll have some more fun. If not…”

She didn’t need to ask - She knew. She imagined the consequences in her mind, thinking about the outcome of her moment of weakness.

Hisoka wasn’t done with her; this was just the appetizer.

—-

“Hey, (Y/N), where were you during my fight? I didn’t see you in the crowd at all.”

“Oh, I was just getting some snacks.”

“Ah, alright. Next time just tell me beforehand. I wouldn’t want a stranger taking advantage of my little sister. Right, sis?”

“Haha, yeah…”