#So much dry heaving with so little reward

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

My guilty pleasure is watching a compilation of every single Onision temper tantrum in order and fact-checking him, psychoanalyzing him, roasting him, and telling him to kill himself through the screen

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 16 - Hunter/Prey

Kinks: Hunter/Prey Dynamics

Pairing: GN!Reader x F!Alien

Other Kinks: Fem Dom, Cunnilingus, Face Riding

Warnings: Dehumanization, Non-Con

Word Count: 1506 words

Kinktober Masterlist

You don’t know how people do this.

Just running for five minutes in this thick, wet air has you gasping for breath, your limbs going shaky. The humidity makes it hard to breathe, you're somehow wet and dry, sticky with sweat yet gasping for water. Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest, anxiety and the knowledge that you can’t stop only making it ache and hurt.

“Run, little rabbit!” The cocky voice of the hunter calls out, the echo making it sounds like she’s everywhere. Hiding in the trees, crawling in the grass, blending with the shadows.

Wherever she is, she is far too close.

So you keep running, despite the dizziness in your gate or the spots in your eyes. The adrenaline spikes your system, forcing you to forget all those tiny details. Like how your lungs heave so much you think they might burst, or how your ankles burn with each unsteady step across the jungle floor.

It’s one such unsteady step that’s your downfall; a knitted root catching at just the right angle and sending you flying, a shooting pain down across the bone.

You force down a scream, biting your lip hard enough to bleed. Several alien birds fly out of the canopy as you crash, an unfortunate beacon for your poor self.

You try to ignore the pain, adrenaline suppressing the receptors as you crawl across the ground. Your clothes are filthy, if not from sweat then from the mud and debris that collects across your font. It may be to your advantage, some sort of camouflage. But your mind is deprived of such clever tricks, the base sense to run is still too powerful. You crawl into a hole in the tangled roots of a tree, hoping it’s big enough for you to hide in, dark enough so she can’t see you.

The minutes you spend waiting, just edging to see if she’s caught on almost kill you. Your fading adrenaline brings the very real pain back, tears bubbling at the corner of your eyes. The sound of branches breaking, vines slashed apart by a machete forcing your hand over your mouth, trying not to wrack with sobs.

It’s still not enough.

“Gotcha.”

Her four eyes gleam in your shadowing dark hiding space, not long before a hand wraps around your bad ankle and yanks you outward. You try your best to get away, dig your nails into the ground, but nothing has enough purchase. With her superior musculature the huntress can whip you around like a ragdoll.

“You made it farther than others. Only by 20-or-so feet, but still, impressive for you humans.”

The huntress is just as terrifying as you remember her, a brick shithouse of an alien woman, decked out in the finest gear. Her hair-like tentacles all writhe, no doubt tasting your scent on the air, more efficient than a bloodhound. She sneers into her smile, razor white teeth contrasted against the swirling galaxy that is her skin. In another situation you’d call her beautiful, her form like a trapped supernova. 

“Especially such a pretty one. I thought your kind kept your maters pampered, well rested?” She taps the side of your face like your an exotic pet, admiring her catch. “Whatever, you did good.” She stands up, leaving you unguarded, knowing there's no escape even if you tried to run. Her large hands could wrap around your neck and snap it in a second. She smiles again, licking her lips as she undoes the belt of her utility pants. “But I still caught you, so now’s time for my reward.”

You sob as she shucks down her pants, her hand grabbing you by the back of your skull and yanking you to sit on your knees. Yoru ankle still burns and now do your knees, pressed into the rough ground of the forest.

Black, sleek and militaristic underwear cover her cunt. She isn’t immune to the hot air of her home planet, the smell of her sweat and musk permeating the air. She forces you to snort it up, pressing your face directly into her crotch. Her head throws back as she grinds her lower half onto your nose, a bump not dissimilar to a human clit resting against your nose.

“Lick it, human.” She commands, doesn’t ask. Her grip tightens on your skull. “It’s what you’re good for.”

Another sob wracks your chest, but you do as she says. You kitten lick up her slit, wet and pressed taut against the fabric of her undies. She sighs, petting the side of your face.

“That’s a good pet.” She swivels her hip in a circle, forcing the flavor of her slick onto your tongue. It seeps through the fabric, potent and tangy. “Keep licking.”

You dart out your tongue, just the tip dipping in between her lips. Her taste is overwhelming, stuffed up your nose and down your throat. She seems to like the teasing motions at least, letting you get away with tiny licks at her center. But not for long.

“Harder, faster.”

Yoo afraid of what else she could do, so you follow. You force the flat of your tongue against her pussy, lick up the length of her. She grinds down even harder, your neck aching as he pushes you. She rides her button against the bride of your nose, biting into her lip.

“Stars.” She sighs, now grinding her cunt up and down your face, using your tongue like a pillow to hump into. “Pretty mouth to match a pretty face. I really got lucky, didn’t I?” She pats your head again. “Fine little human for myself. All it took was a quick jog through the forest, hah!”

Tears stream down the sides of your face, the humiliation and suffocation getting to you.

You take a gasping breath once she pulls you off, only for your heart to drop in your stomach as she pulls aside the fabric of her crotch. With her cunt now bare, she forces you back in, nose deep.

“Stick it inside.” The huntress growls. “I wanna feel it.”

Slick now runs down the sides of your jaw, mixing with your salty tears. You can do nothing else but what she commands. 

Her walls clench around your tongue, sucking it in like its prey meant to be engulfed whole. The huntress humps down, and not wanting to feel her fearsome grip on your skull again, you start moving it around. Pressing against her spongy walls gets a good reaction, another moan and more essence dripping down your face. She rubs the top of your head.

“Smart too. A real prize.” She cures under her breathe as you shake your nose, letting it brush across her clit as you tongue-fuck her. The movement is almost relaxing, melodic enough to almost distract you from what's going on. In a similar vein you start drawing out the alphabet with your tongue, something to focus on and make the huntress feel good, maybe make this whole situation go by faster.

The huntress spreads her legs, steadying herself as she starts riding your face for real, keeping you in place with a brutal grip yet expecting you to keep up your machinations. Her warm thighs encase each side of you, meaty and warm. It's another oppressive heat added to the list.

“Fuck.” She draws out her vowel, hips beginning to twitch. “I’m gonna cum already, Whew, that chase really worked me up.” She pats your head again. “Don’t worry though, there will be plenty more of this for you to enjoy, pet.”

You clench your eyes shut, trying to project yourself somewhere else, leave your body.

But its hard to ignore reality when it's literally sitting on your face, practically suffocating you with its presence. All you can do is press forward, make sure she cums hard and fast.

Its why you tilt your jaw and begin to tongue fuck her as hard as you can, as deep as you can go. Whenever she twitches you come harder on that part, finding the weak spotsYou burrow your nose and draw tight circles around her clit.

“You better not waste any, p-pet.” You can practically hear the smirk in her voice, ever so confident despite her twitching pussy. “I want you to lick it up.” She punctuates her words with a timed grind, thighs finally clenching shut and pussy clamping around your tongue.

 Her orgasm is just as powerful as her, wracking her whole body and almost knocking you to the ground. Of course, she rides it like your face is the saddle on a bucking bronco, forcing you not to move as she does.

When you can finally breathe, you fall to your hands, smearing her slick off your face and onto the back of them. You don;t get a second to reorient yourself when she grabs you by the jaw, forces you to look at her directly in her four eyes.

“Yes, I think I chose perfectly.”

[whumpsoda]

for a captivity idea, maybe write about the day Nevan broke like how Malak did? maybe when Darius realizes that Nevan is much more keen to be motivated by praise rather than punishment—as Nevan can ground himself and battle through the pain or discomfort, but the moment concept of praise as a reward is reinforced he crumbles

WOHEO Masterlist

cw: brainwashing/conditioning, memory loss

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Heaving ragged, quivering breaths of distress and raw desperation, Nevan’s head beat and pounded hard on the walls of his mind, thus drowning him in thick pain. His lip trembled with timid haste as his teeth ran across the frayed tips of skin, hands shielding his susceptible ears.

“C’mon… be a good boy for master, won’t you?” Darius sneered, the faux sweetness of his voice eliciting horrified trembles down his captive’s spine.

Nevan wanted to be a good boy, really wanted to be a good boy, and such feelings no short of terrified him. He was slipping, so very wretchedly easily, and he was well aware of it. 

One chill, slender hand snuck it’s way over his in the attempt to pry Nevan’s palm from his ear. “So tense, are you? Nothing to be afraid of, really. It’s only Master.” 

Nevan’s brain could not help but scatter, just for a moment upon his master’s magical words. How could he possibly resist? His eyes were quick to glaze over, lids draping and vision twisting blurry. Nevan turned to his master, limbs drooping. Just as he had wanted.

“Good boy, so good.” Darius cooed, sounds Nevan knew so well we’re fakely kind and dripping with humiliation, but in the moment he simply leaned into the scratch of slick nails below his chin. His mind swirled in a flurry of pleasure, keening toward his master, as if the vampire was tenderly reeling him in with his song-like voice.

“You want to be good, right? Even better?” Oh, how he wanted to be good. “You must listen and forget, Nevan.”

Forget.

Forget? 

“F- for… get?” Nevan whispered, meek and small on his knees. His master merely nodded.

“Yes, pet. Let Master work his magic as he drys your little brain of all the pesky memories that are no longer useful.” No. No. “Then, Master might just name you as the most pathetic pet of them all. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Nevan recoiled, coming back to himself an inch, baring his teeth in defense. He did not want to forget, especially at the mercy of Darius. Could not. Who would? Not Genevieve, not Amara, not his parents, not his friends-

“Hey.” Darius returned, puckered lips beating simmering breath right over his skin. “Calm down. Listen to your master.”

Nevan mewled the slightest of a moan in response, shoulders buckling as an immense shiver of bliss overtook him in an instant. His expression swiftly dropped slack, in contrast to the poorly upheld smile of Darius’ that gradually twisted into that of a grimace.

Listen, listen, listen.

“Hush your head for me now. You can do that, can’t you? Your thoughts are running dry, gumming up and fogging until all you can muster up is your master.” Nevan’s brain complied in full, dissipating until all he could manage to focus on was his master’s wondrously heaven full voice. He sighed in befuddled contentment. “Just relax, letting my calm wash over you and drown you in its hold.”

Maybe, even while pathetically whimpering with pleasure, Nevan could still…

Still resist…

Alas, he was already nodding along and smiling, fight fizzled out at the flick of his master’s tongue. Defiance seemed so unreachable, such a distant idea he could not reach through the cotton plugging up his brain.

His master grinned, the faintest taint of a smirk infecting the tenderness of his spell, dripping just the slightest of sour. Even so, Nevan was quick to melt in his seat with eagerness to obey his every word.

“Your feeble mind is being so easily thwarted, terrible memories stolen away and taken where they will not return. The horrible memories that hurt and only exist to bring you pain. Master is taking them away, isn’t that just nice?”

Nevan nodded along with an empty head, no idea of what he could be agreeing to, almost as if dancing to the hum of Darius’ voice. “Mmm… um, thank, thank… you…” 

Fingers snuck their way over the human’s chin, clutching his flesh and strengthening his nod. “You don’t know anything, Nevan, not anymore, do you?” Darius sneered, smugly.

That wasn’t right. Was it? Nevan knew lots of things. “N- no, I… do…” 

“You don’t know your friends, your family, no one.” Darius stated, so matter of fact Nevan could not help but digest his nonsense. Yet, he still knew it was nonsense. 

“But… um, but…” His master’s speech failed to make any logical sense. Nevan had so many people who loved him, and he knew them very well. His mind was scattered into puzzled pieces, confusion coating every half baked thought that ever so slowly crossed his path.

“Because you don’t have any of that, Nevan. No friends, no family, no one but Master. You don’t need anyone else.” The last bit was whispered like butter licking Nevan’s ear, lips so close his master was nearly kissing his skin.

“O- oh. Oh… Master…” His chest tensed with stinging anxiousness. His brain in it’s entirety was settling into Darius’ magnificent grasp, growing horrifyingly, but at the same time blissfully, fuzzy. 

No friends…

No… family…

No… um, no…

Nevan swallowed. He… didn’t have any of that. Did he? It was dreadfully hard to search for any memories of such things, which sparked a light of faint fear to stir and contort with bitterness in his belly.

Even so, Darius’ voice was like a ringing in his ear, reverberating and echoing like that of a holy god. “You can’t remember anyone but Master. Everyone else, all of the painful, irrelevant people dissipate from your head, leaving emptiness in their wake.” 

Empty. Empty, empty, so very empty his mind was, connections growing thin and snapping off into the abyss of the vampire’s talk. There was someone there, right? There had to be. “Don’t… know… can, can’t… ‘member…”

Expression twisting with wickedness, his master firmed his clasp over Nevan’s chin. “Who can’t you remember, Nevan? Who don’t you know?”

So desperately he wracked his brain, as much as he could in such a pitiful state, blockades standing tall and firm. “Don’t, don’t, um… dunno…” Nevan’s brows furrowed, eyes pricking with timid tears. “Can’t… don’t… um…”

“Hush. Good boy. No one is left in that tiny head of yours, is there? Nobody left expect for Master.”

“Master…?” Nevan was so confused about everything said in that moment, but he still knew his master well. That was all he needed, was it not?

The vampire hummed in approval. “That is because, my pet, there has only ever been your master. Your pathetic, little life has only been filled with you and your master, from beginning to end, with not another being to interrupt. Isn’t that right?”

“Y- yes… Always… Master…” The fact circled its way around his head, plastering to the walls and fitting into its spot between his gears. It made perfect sense to Nevan, not a single other person coming to mind beside his master.

“Always and only, Nevan.”

“Only… Master…” He’d always been with his master, hadn’t he? Just the two of them… right? Except, somehow, that was wrong. His stomach churned and bubbled, red hot feelings subdued by his previous conditioning snaking free. “But, um, no… no, no, no-!”

“Let go, Nevan, to the grip and truth of my word. Let go of your mind, let go of your pain, and give it away to Master.” Darius pressed him to the wall by the head, smooshing him as far as possible into the concrete.

“N- no! No, no!” Master was wrong, master was very, very wrong and he could not for the life of him place why. Something had to be wrong, even under the weight of such heavenly sensations, because Nevan could simply feel it deep inside of his shivering bones.

“Yes.”

“No! No, no, no! No!”

Nevan no longer knew why he was holding on, why he was so terrified to obey his master. He was utterly unable to unstick his hands from his ears, or to uncurl his shaking frame. Something was missing, maybe many things, but he could not possibly say what. There was only an overwhelming sense of something he could not place, only recognizing the feeling that, even against his master, Nevan must disobey.

“Let. Go.” His master snarled, vibrant with authority and commandment. Rich with force and strength, impossible to fight with.

After holding so dearly on for the last bit of life, the last bit of fight, the last remaining tie to string together Nevan to himself broke.

A swift snap, it went.

He let go of a ragged wail, scratching from his throat and caving in to his master’s will. He released his own inhibitions, his complete accord, releasing the hurt of his own wants. His figure slumped to the wall, drowsy drool dripping from his parted lips, overcome with mind melted exhaustion.

After a time of silence and a pounding brain, slow, careful fingers dipped over Nevan’s dropped, gasping head, calling his remaining conscious back to his master. The touch was pleasantly soft, picking him up from near unconsciousness with pleasure.

Hooking another finger under his human’s chin, Darius met his unfocused gaze with satisfaction. “Pet, tell me, might you have any friends? Any family?” His voice was hushed and tender, gracing Nevan with muddled honey.

It took him a beat of quiet to process the inquiry. “Uh, um….” What an odd question. Did he? That sounded off. Nevan scoured his mushed up mind, unable in the end to make such a strange connection. Faintly, he shook his head. “N- no… no…” Why did the admittance claw at the gentle strings of his heart?

His master simply huffed a content chuckle in response, palm dancing down his thrall’s cheek and sending him spiraling. “Wonderful.”

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[satorubrain]

"wasn't a random text"

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader.

Tags: NSFW. MDNI !!!!!!! Sub!Satoru, a little voyeurism if you squint hard enough, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, spit, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, slight dumbification, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis: Satoru is bored at home so he sends you a nude while you're in a meeting with the higher ups.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so💀 AND IM SORRY ITS SO FUCKING LONG I DIDNT THINK I'D WRITE SO MUCH🥹🥹

[ THE LOML WIFEY | 3:34 P.M ]

In a meeting love, please dont spam random texts <3

Satoru sighs looking at your text. He knows you're not coming for another two hours or so. It was one of his rare rest days which you fought for but he'd, at this point, rather be in that goddamned meeting you were in with the higherups if it meant even seeing you.

Instead of going to the meeting, what if the meeting was cutshort and you came home earlier?

Gojo Satoru, is simply incapable of thinking of any good or even coherent ideas. His best idea was to- pull his pants down, adjusting himself on the couch and spread his legs apart before he could start palming himself, getting harder to the thoughts and photos of you writhing underneath him, thinking about how you chanted his name, begging him. God. He needed you. Needed to drink up your juices. Needed to feel your velvety walls squeezing him dry.

He needed a release but him fucking into his fist was not satisfactory at all, he had been failing to reach his high for past twenty minutes, he couldn't wait any longer. Scrambling around to find his phone before setting up the phone on the coffee table to click a pic and send it to you.

[ White Haired Freak | 4:03 P.M ]

[ ATTACHMENT 1 ]

It didn't help that the one presenting right now was you. The notification showed the image of Satoru fucking into his fist, precum rolling down his length down over his fingers, head thrown back with his mouth slightly agape as sweat dripped down his toned porcelain skin.

The room fell silent at the image received from the strongest man, the silence only being broken by another ding caused by Satoru's next message.

[ White Haired Freak | 4:04 P.M ]

Please. Need you so bad

"SHAMELESS BRAT." screeched a few older higher ups as you quickly disconnected before stuffing your belongings in your bag. "Indeed shameless" you muttered but it silenced the room anyways, your face burning in embarrassment as you stomped out, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You acted well enough frustrated, enough for them to empathize with you but little did they know how you smirked the moment you stepped out of the room. Oh you definitely got a kick out of it.

Speeding to your home, you thankfully didn't encounter any traffic. Rushing to your floor before trying to open the door- just to find it unlocked, pushing it open. Witnessing Satoru looking so disheveled just for you, his chest heaving as he looked tired from the failed attempts at a release.

"Filthy. And desperate- almost like a slut" You couldn't help but taunt him and degrade him as you close the door behind you. You held back a smirk at his soft choking on his words with his eyes wide blown. "Don't move" you commanded before fetching yourself a glass of water and finding a purchase on the coffee table in front of him- all while Satoru obediently listened to you.

"Say Satoru, what is it that you need so badly" you whisper, pressing your finger against his already sensitive tip before tracing down his undervein, earning a hitching gasp from him.

"You" he utters, his voice deep and bewitching.

"And why should I give you myself?" you chuckle at the sight of Satoru's eyes pleading you looking at you with disbelief "w-why not?"

"Because you're so out of hand Satoru. So, you're not allowed to touch me today but I'll reward you if you behave like a good boy till the end, hm?" you console him as he chokes out a "y-yes".

Cupping his cheek with one hand before kissing him while the other hand wraps its fingers around the base of his dick, slowly stroking it while giving a gentle twist near the tip, using his precum as lube. His fingers dug into the couch trying to hold himself back from latching onto you as his moans were muffled by your kiss. And within minutes he's whimpering at your mere touch. You're too good he thinks and if this goes on he'll finally get to find his release.

"c-close. 'm close" Satoru breathes "please... fa-ster...love" he whimpers as his hips jerk into your hand in search of a release, forehead resting against yours as he glances through, his heavy eyelids, at your hand doing the work. He was mere seconds away when you unwrap your hand from his dick, resting his back against the couch softly causing him to look at you dumbfounded as the twitching of his body slows down.

"Babe you're getting too agitated. Calm down a bit." You coo, petting his head before giving a gentle peck on his forehead "I'm still fully clothed, help me undress, hm?" you rather order and he gladly obliges.

"Y-yes ma'am" he sighs, quickly stripping you of your external clothes. His fingers linger a few seconds longer on your soft skin as he takes off your bra, licking his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. Biting his lip as his fingers trail down your waist, hooking his fingers into your black laced underwear before pulling them down, gulping thickly to prevent drooling at the view of your slick sticking to your lingerie. His trembling fingers scarcely dig into your skin, his self-restraint hanging on its last thread.

"Please... May I?" he asks politely, his frenzied eyes staring at the tantalizing sight in front of him, slowly leaning forward craving a taste of you on his tongue, wanting to drink down everything your pussy desires to give, almost forgetting his painfully throbbing pressed against his abdomen.

"No. You speak too much Satoru and your hands have no control. Disobedient boys don't deserve pleasure." you sigh, removing his hands, causing him to look at you with such a pained expression, you almost give in to his desires. Before he could voice out his defenses through his slackened jaw, you quickly shove your lingerie in his mouth, somewhat gagging him. His eyes roll to the back of his head the moment your slick mixes with his saliva, eagerly gulping down the taste of you eliciting muffled moans from his throat.

"No touching me or speaking, okay? If you want me to stop, tap my shoulder three times." you softly inform him, establishing a safe action if the need ever comes, to which he gives you a confused tilt of the head followed by an assuring nod.

Placing your lips against his jaw, leaving a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down his neck before latching onto his sensitive pulse point marking him yours. His gagged moans and grunts, his trembling body only encouraging you to mark him even more. The way he controlled himself by harshly gripping the cushion when you sucked on one of his nipples had your pussy leaking and clenching around nothing.

"Satoru, don't cum until I say so" you instruct making him huff breathlessly as you nestle between his legs before taking hold of his dick and pressing your tongue against the base of it, lapping up his precum before you suck on his swollen tip. Hollowing your cheeks before you take his dick in your pretty little mouth while maintaining eye contact with him gains you a primal guttural moan and you almost might've come untouched.

He is irresistible, you think. You touch yourself, pleasing yourself to his moans as you bob your head on his cock. Playing a cruel game with him- allowing yourself to chase after your high while you deprive him of his multiple times. You're enjoying his suffering far too much. He looks like hes about to break and he perhaps might. Your jaw soon locks after multiple denials, causing your torture to come to a cessation. For a moment you wonder if this is how he feels when he's so lost between your legs because right now you feel the same.

You had denied him of perhaps- sixth? Seventh? Orgasm now and at this point he doesn't know what to expect when he sees you get up and straddle him. Clicking a few photos of his fucked out state before wiping away his few astray teardrops and his drool.

"Please let me come" he begged, probably but nothing could be understood through his muffled "mpffs". You chuckled at his sight yet he still smiled at your sweet sound. You were too evil to your sweet boy.

His senses are too heightened, he almost feels like a virgin all over again. His dick pulses intensely when you align yourself against him. He thinks he might come too quickly when he's inside of you. His warns come off as nothing more than muffled grunts.

You slide down on him too easily, surprising the both of you but lord the way you wrap and clench around him is too perfect, your soft cushiony walls send him over the mood- and the coil in his core breaks- unwillingly. Nails digging into the cushion, tearing holes in them as he tries to not orgasm so quickly after entering you but his body is writhing uncontrollably underneath you, choking out his loud moans with his head thrown back and it doesn't help how you are helping him get through his high by riding him and wrapping your arms around his neck, soothing him down, allowing him to fill you up.

He looks at you desperately before he could try to speak incomprehensibly, you remove the little piece of clothing from his mouth.

"Im sorry- please, please don't leave yet I-" he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks. Hushing him with a kiss stopping his ramble as you let him finally wrap his arms around you.

"Satoru, calm down, I'm right here and all yours" you reassure him, rolling your hips, riding his already hardened, sensitive dick.

You were too much. You quickly fastened your pace, bouncing up on his cock as he supported your weight by gripping your ass.

"F-fuck- too good. feels too good, al-most too much" he cries his nails digging in your ass, spreading them apart as perfectly matches your rhythm, hitting your velvety spot with every thurst.

" sa-toru- 'm close, so close." you yelp, holding him closer, resting your forehead against his, panting against his lips.

"me- me too" he panted "c-come with me baby?" he requested as his own orgasm grew closer every passing second. Supporting you by wrapping an arm around your waist as the other massaged your clit helping you out with your high.

He chanted your name, sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks as you twitched in his arm cumming around him, your pussy milking him dry of every essence of him as his body writhe under yours, his thrusts slowly getting sloppy yet he kept chasing your highs like an insatiable beast. Riding them out, allowing the both of you to calm in each other's arms as bare bodies clung to each other.

Moments like these make you realize that the two strongest are simply putty in each other's hands- him definitely more than you.

"My sweet love, was that not too mean of you? You could've at least tied me up instead of putting me in such a predicament. Do you know how hard it was to control myself and refrain f-" you hushed his never ending rant with a soft kiss.

"mean? I wonder who sent me such a text" you ponder, raising your eyebrows

"Hey, i never sent you a random text! It was a very specific one- it was an emergency text actually, well two TEXTS to be specific so I wasn't spamming you either. I clearly followed your rules" He defended himself puffing his chest, faking anger at you.

"You're insufferable, Satoru" you joke as you get up to clean the both of you up just when you see Satoru opening his mouth to say something "No. Don't even think of saying a word or even getting up, I will take care of us today."

He sighs knowing it's impossible to change your mind, instead opting to confess "I love you"

"I love you too, Satoru"

"And, y/n, I love you more" he chuckles and you sigh but Satoru didn't lie and so he will always have the last word.

IM DONE!!!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! GOODBYE IM NOW THROWING MYSELF OFF A CLIFF!!!!!!!!

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[ofthecaravel]

Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond Of Each Other

A Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka fic where Danny is a cowboy and Sam really likes cowboys

Tags: Cowboys, closeted feelings, pining, angst, fluff, some steaminess at the end but nothing explicit, happy ending, stupid idiots

Words: 10k

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This was Danny’s favorite part of the rodeo, this final lap around the outer ring while whatever poor cattle lay protesting on the dirt ground, restricted by which expertly tied knot he decided to twist into his lasso for that evening’s show. And, yes, he did do it to get a good look at all the whistling girls that lined the fence, but mostly he did it because he wanted to listen to all those cheers and screams for him as long as he could before it seemed too cocky. When he was steering his trusty stocky steed around, with sweat rolling down his forehead and his chest heaving as he caught his breath, the only thing he could truly focus on was drinking in the sound of his name screamed again and again. 

Imagine his surprise when he found something new to snap him out of the haze that the cheers drowned him in, no less on an otherwise standard night.

It was a face, staring up at him through a curtain of dark lashes and half obscured from the flannel sleeves it had burrowed into, propped up against the gated fence by impossibly long legs and worn out boots. At first glance, Danny figured it was one of the usual girls that rushed to the fence after the last knot had been tied, but as he approached and the face lifted higher to him, he realized it was neither. This was a man, fresh faced and femininely handsome, with his mouth ajar and his lower lash line glowing pale in the fluorescents, giving him the appearance of a doll in grubby country garb. Danny tried to brush his eyes past him without lingering too long, and yet when he rode past, he got a foreign shiver in the pit of his stomach that stabbed him anxiously. When he reached his exit area, he found himself riding past it, and the commentator made an amused remark about this extra victory lap as Danny took his hat off his head and shook his dusty curls loose. As he approached the man again, he was surprised to realize his hand had a shake to it as he leaned off his horse and planted his cowboy hat on the man’s head. For a fraction of a second, his pinky grazed the crown of his head, and the feeling of the silken quality of his hair brushing Danny’s knuckle was enough to make his throat go dry as he strode confidently on. There was a crest of yells and shrieks in the moments after he gave away his hat, but he didn’t dare sneak a peek over his shoulder, instead giving his usual wave and finally steering his horse through the exit. 

Now, another thing Danny was used to was having a few girls flit up to him after the rodeo and pay him even more attention. If they were lucky, he’d buy them a drink and send them home with a kiss on the cheek, but he promised himself he wouldn’t let himself become the kind of rodeo sleaze that took advantage of the near rockstar mystique they held in a small town like Silver Creek. This gentlemanly approach didn’t keep them away, if anything it drew them in even more. But on that night, he noticed an acute lack of nervous titters trying to catch his attention as he tended to his horse in his stall. He still noticed the occasional peeking of pink lipped faces around the corner and muffled chatter outside the barn, but there wasn’t so much as a shoulder tap for him that night. Danny found himself a little annoyed at this lack of company, but was quickly rewarded when he eventually loped out of the barn and turned to find himself face to face with the boy with the dark lashes. He looked a little startled to see Danny, but eased into a shy smile.

“Hi,” he said, clearing his throat slightly. “Uh, I wanted to make sure you got your hat back before you left for the night.”

“Oh!” Danny laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Well, aren’t you a peach?”

“You sure were great out there,” the other man continued, his voice restrained and bashful as he held out Danny’s hat to him. “Everybody around me was totally jealous.”

“I suppose I’ve got a fan or two,” Danny smirked, plucking the hat from his hand. “Can’t say I’ve seen you here before. First time at a rodeo?”

“Oh, no, definitely not,” the other man chuckled. “My brothers and I moved here from Kentucky a few weeks ago, but we’ve taken so long getting settled in that it took me this long to scope out how you folks like to do it.”

“Did we live up to your standards?”

“Definitely not.”

He gave Danny a wicked grin and Danny’s eyebrow immediately shot up with a scowl. The ease of their conversation was fluttering his insides in a warm, almost uncomfortable way, but he couldn’t help but go along with this stranger’s bite.

“Really?” Danny fake scoffed and shook his head. “I find that hard to believe. The Deputy Star Rodeo is by far the best in the state, ask anybody.”

“Well, maybe there’s a reason it’s the Deputy Star and not the Sheriff’s Star,” the stranger shrugged innocently. He had a lingering smirk on his lips, and Danny let his gaze rest on them a moment longer than he meant to before he flicked his eyes up to meet his. At this close range and in the warm light leaking from the barn, Danny could see their dark honey color underneath all those lashes. For the first time, he felt himself rendered a little speechless. He was so bashful, yet so brash, and Danny was reeling.

“You ride?” Danny challenged. Immediately, the stranger’s face froze up, blinking a few times absently before shaking his head no. Danny frowned at his odd reaction. 

“Well,” he started, shifting the hat in his hands for a moment before handing it back to the man. “If you’re gonna criticize our rodeo, I recommend you give it a try.”

The stranger, with an odd glint in his eye, reached out slowly and took the hat from Danny’s hand, never breaking eye contact. 

“I’m Sam,” he finally introduced himself, putting it back on his head. Danny felt a quiet thrill at the sight, his hat on that head. Danny nodded and tipped an invisible hat of his own at him.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find my name in your program,” Danny purred, shooting him a wink before turning to walk away. He got a few feet before Sam piped up again. 

“See you next week,” Sam called after him. “Danny.” 

Danny, still walking, didn’t even fight the smile that crept onto his face.

--

On his next night off, Danny decided to spend some time at the local bar. He was pretty sore from the previous night's tussle with a particularly stubborn bull, and he knew a drink or two would help melt away some of the strain on his muscles. Having grown up in this town, Carson’s Bar and Grill was a staple that had gone largely unchanged since Danny’s youth, having mapped out its familiarities when he was a young boy tagging along with his father to get a cream soda while his dad shot pool. He’d already been thrown off his rhythm days prior by Sam, and changes seemed to be few and far between in his life, so Danny found himself nearly jumping out of his scuffed up boots when he swung open the door to Carson’s and was greeted by a swell of raucous fiddling. The occasional set of live music started up every once in a while, but Silver Creek only had a handful of musicians worth a lick listening to. And this fiddling was good. Really good. 

Danny turned towards it and saw a man with flyaway chestnut waves sawing on a rickety old fiddle, his bright slice of smile on full display as his boot stamped on the offbeats. Several people had turned their tables towards him and were raptly watching, shouting and smacking their palms to the music. Next to the fiddler was a man on a chair, stamping his boots similarly and clapping along, his curls bobbing as he nodded his head. During a crescendo, both men scrunched their noses in unison, and Danny realized they had to be twins. The man on the chair cleared his throat before opening his mouth and singing along to the violin with a unique, scratchy voice.

“Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard,” he sang, his smile leaking through into the lyrics. “Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards!”

Danny couldn’t help but grin, his mood already considerably lifted as he approached the bar and ordered two fingers of whiskey, accepting it gratefully and nodding along to the music as he sipped it. 

“Hey, Wagner, heard you lost your hat at Sunday’s show,” rasped the regular next to him, giving him a wry smile wrought with missing teeth. Danny laughed and shrugged.

“What can I say,” Danny said, lifting the glass to his lips. “If you give ‘em a piece of the action, it keeps ‘em coming back.”

The man chuckled and clapped a hand on Danny’s back before swiveling his stool to face the fiddle playing, leaving Danny to stare into his drink as he realized that what he said wasn’t entirely true. Now that he was thinking about it, he’d had three shows since the night he’d given Sam his hat, but he hadn’t seen Sam since. 

Not that he cared. He finished his drink with a fast swallow and winced, burying the thought with the burn of the alcohol in his throat. 

As if summoned, the first thing Danny noticed when riding out for his next show the following day was Sam. He was in a seat this time, chatting with the man next to him as if the show hadn’t begun at all. His flannel was loose and fluttered around his collarbone, and the jean cutoffs he was sporting were the shortest Danny had ever seen on a man. Positioned jauntily atop his plaited hair was Danny’s hat. 

A day show for Danny meant a break from his usual tie down routine, instead getting to practice his breakaway roping, chasing down a steer with his lasso using tricks learned in early age that he now aimed to perfect. He stilled his ride in their stall, pulling the lengths of his lasso through his calloused hands, the rumble of the crowd and huffs of his target in the stall next to his lost on his ears as he tried to shake off an unexpected bout of jitters. He did this routine a thousand times, and the crowd ate it up every time. What was he getting so worked up about?

The announcer introduced him and the event, sneaking in a snide comment here and there about Danny’s prodigal rodeo history and his affinity for cattle, and Danny tried to let it calm him as he adjusted his position on the saddle and waited for the starting call. It beeped loudly and Danny was off, racing after the speedy little cow as he circled his lasso over his head. When he sped past, he snuck a side eyed look towards the bleachers where he’d seen Sam, and felt a stab of annoyance when he saw that Sam was still talking to the person next to him. He caught a glimpse of his full smile and Danny’s adrenaline piqued, whipping his head around and tossing his lasso blindly towards the steer, securing it around its throat as it kept anxiously buzzing around the arena. A chorus of cheers rose up and he slowed his horse, hearing his time score and curling his fist triumphantly when it was up there with some of his best times. Danny started his victory lap, tossing kisses and winks to the usuals gathering around the ring, scanning the droves of pretty faces and deciding if there was anyone he was particularly drawn to. Usually it wasn’t much of a struggle, but he felt strangely neutral about each face he passed, even cringing a little when he let his thoughts wander a little past where he usually let them go. Suddenly, none of them seemed very appealing at all. For the first time, Danny wondered where he could go after his second event later on to avoid any girls talking to him.

Danny decided to let one of the stable workers tend to his horse after the show, and everyone gave him a properly hard time when he insisted he needed to take it easy that evening. He made up a little white lie about a strained muscle and they all pitched in a cigarette and sent him off with a chorus of lighthearted yet condescending condolences. As Danny strode out of the barn, he stuck one of the cigarettes to his bottom lip and started digging in his jeans pocket for his box of matches. 

“Need a light?”

There was Sam, standing where he’d been when he’d brought Danny his hat, only this time he was making no move to remove it and had his head tilted in an innocent curiosity. Danny let out an amused exhale through his nose,  appraising Sam with an incredulous look as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and pinched it between his fingers.

“If you’re offering,” Danny answered, holding it out towards Sam. Sam pulled out a lighter from his impossibly small shorts pocket, Danny trying to not acknowledge how tight they clung to Sam’s toned legs as he spun the spark wheel and held the flame to the paper. It caught quickly and Danny brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply and nodding in appreciation as he let the smoke unfurl out through his nostrils, a trick some older cowboys had taught him. Of course, they’d taught him to impress the girls, but his reflexes told him to do it now.

“Can I bum one off of you?” Sam asked boldly, his eyes roundening ever so slightly in pleading.

“First my hat, now my smokes,” Danny mumbled, pulling one out of his pocket and handing it over to Sam, holding back a shiver as Sam’s cool fingers brushed his as he took it from Danny and lit it up. “Can’t say I appreciate being treated as a general store, stranger.”

“Stranger?” Sam parroted with a smile, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth as he leaned his shoulder against the side of the barn. “Can’t even remember my name? Owch.”

“I’m not sure you’ve earned it,” Danny snipped. “You don’t even pay attention during my events.”

Sam’s dark brows raised slightly as his cheeky smile spread across his tanned face, a little color seeping into his cheeks as he let out a little laugh. Danny’s brow furrowed further, his annoyance towards Sam growing even more.

“And how would you know that?”

It was Danny’s turn to flush, stalling his response by taking a deep drag of his cigarette and tossing a look over his shoulder as if he was looking for something or someone. He turned back to Sam after a moment, who was still wearing a satisfied grin.

“A true cowboy takes the time to acknowledge the audience all while corralling his cattle,” Danny explained steadily, as if he really believed that. “Plus, you’re still wearing my hat. I’d know my own hat from a thousand yards.”

“Ah,” Sam accepted, nodding sagely, clearly not buying it. “Hat, gotcha. Makes sense.”

“Who are you waiting for?”

“You.”

“Oh,” Danny said dumbly, beginning to grow frustrated by how much this person was stringing his nerves out with so few words. Sam’s mere presence was making him itchy from head to toe and he couldn’t pin down why. “What can I do you for?”

“My brothers wanted me to ask you if you came into Carson’s yesterday,” Sam explained, flicking ash off his cigarette. 

“Yeah,” Danny answered simply. “Do I know them?”

“You might’ve recognized them as the yahoos with the fiddles.”

“Those were your brothers?” Danny blurted, his eyebrows shooting up. “Holy cow. They’re fantastic musicians, please give them my compliments.”

“Can do,” Sam muttered, a little bitterness in his voice. “I’m really just here to prove a point. I told them it was you who gave me the hat, but they didn’t believe me.”

“Were you there?” Danny asked, his heart beginning to race as he combed his memory of the night for a glimpse of Sam’s memorable face. “Gee, I don’t-”

“They thought you were way out of my league,” Sam chuckled, taking a long inhale of his cigarette and wearing it down to a nub as Danny blinked blankly at him. 

“I…don’t follow,” Danny stammered as Sam dropped the cigarette and stamped it into the dirt with the heel of his boot. 

“I didn’t think you would,” Sam giggled. “I guess what they say about a cowboy’s intellect isn’t too far off. So talented and yet…”

Sam clucked his tongue with a shake of his head and Danny grimaced, his cheeks flushing angrily as he took Sam’s blow. Sam approached him, gently sliding his hand up Danny’s bicep, his featherlight touch enough for all of Danny’s adrenaline to slam into him at once and slow his breathing. 

“I’ll explain it real easy for you, cowpoke,” Sam said softly, lifting himself up on his tip toes and lowering his voice as he spoke in Danny’s ear. “I think you’re cute.”

Danny froze. Zeroing in on the feeling of Sam’s warm breath on his neck and the faintly sweet and smoky smell of his cologne, he felt a cold sweat break out over his skin as Sam chuckled against his ear and then lowered himself again, combing Danny’s expression as Danny fought not to let his cigarette fall from his lip. Danny recovered pretty quick, laughing softly and looking down at his boots, seeing how close Sam’s expensive seafoam green ones were to his own dusty, worn out pair.  

“Ah,” Danny said quietly, hoping Sam didn’t see the heat he felt warming his cheeks. “Sorry, partner, I don’t quite swing that way.”

He met Sam’s eye, expecting disappointment written all over his face, but instead Sam looked disappointed with him. His brow was arched, his head was cocked again, and his body language said what he wasn’t saying: I don’t believe you. 

Danny felt the need to prove himself to Sam, to really convince him that he was not interested in the slightest. That he was a real red blooded American cowboy with a girl on each arm. But once he’d said it and Sam was looking at him like he was an idiot, his mind started racing as he heard a little voice that he was all too familiar with speaking up in the back of his head, reminding him of just who had begun popping up in Danny’s dreams and driving him crazy during what was supposed to be his times of ultimate focus. 

“Okay,” Sam answered softly, his hand still maddeningly pressing into Danny’s bicep, the layer of cloth separating their skin a godsend for Danny’s sudden onslaught of dizziness. 

“It’s just…” Sam trailed off, finally removing his hand and shaking his head. “Nah, never mind. You have a good night, now.”

“What?” Danny asked after him, his heart one beat away from pushing its way out of his chest. “It’s just what?”

“You just…I don’t know,” Sam shrugged. “See, I was talking to this nice guy during the rodeo and he was telling me all about you. Said you’re not like the other cowboys ‘round here. That you’re real respectful to the ladies. Maybe a little too respectful.”

“I don’t do what I do for girls,” Danny retorted harshly.

“Of course, of course. It’s just that I knew a fella like that back home in Kentucky. Real nice guy, real respectful, did what he did and then went right home. Church every Sunday, dinner at his momma’s every Friday. Nobody ever saw him on a proper date with any of those buckle bunnies screaming his name night after night, even when all his other rodeo pals couldn’t keep their hands off of them.”

Sam took a pause, looking off into the distance at the setting sun and smirking to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. He slid his eyes back over to Danny, giving him a chill.

“I knew him,” Sam purred, sucking his teeth and grinning. “I knew him real well. And he reminds me a lot of you.”

Danny, cold again, did nothing more than watch Sam toss him a wink and saunter off, flicking the flame on his lighter on and off as he went. Danny's cigarette finally dropped from his mouth and sizzled out on the ground, and he snapped out of his stupor to curse and defeatedly crush it underfoot. Blood roaring in his ears, he wished more than anything in that moment that Sam would leave him alone and fuck off back to Kentucky so Danny never had to see his mocking grin and swaying hips ever again. 

This sentiment didn't stay at the forefront of his mind for long, much to his chagrin. It seemed his subconscious had other opinions when late that night, with all the lights off and his cock in hand, it was the imagery of Sam’s curling lips and ridiculously small shorts that finally pushed him over the edge with a muffled cry of both satisfaction and frustration.

--

Danny figured that moment of weakness was nothing more than that, but decided that he’d do his best from that point on to avoid seeing Sam. It was Sam’s stupid insinuations that had put those thoughts in his head in the first place, so if he stayed away from him, he’d be sure to have a clear head again. 

And yet, everywhere he turned, there was Sam. Since their smoke session outside the barn, Sam had shown up to every single rodeo. He’d cycle between his rotation of flimsy flannels, sometimes not even bothering to button them up, or he’d tie them up to expose his midriff. His hair would be loose in dark waves, tucked behind his ears, tied into braids, and even once he’d had two plaits encircling his head like a halo. The only consistency in his garb was Danny’s damn hat, sticking out of the crowd like a personal declaration of a vendetta against Danny’s dedication to not look at Sam. 

And it wasn’t just Danny taking note of Sam’s glaring presence. His effeminate confidence was making waves with both women and men in the rodeo circles and everyone who frequented Carson’s, seeing as he’d started showing up with his brothers and playing piano along with them. He was becoming impossible to ignore, but still it seemed that he hadn’t made any actual friends since coming to Silver Creek. Danny had listened in on a conversation between two of the bareback buckers, hearing Sam’s name peppering their confusion surrounding how they each knew a score of people who had made a move on him and been kindly rejected, but only after they’d bought him a drink or two. Danny had frowned and tried to shake the information off, yet he spent the rest of the night spiraling about what the hell Sam was waiting for. And why did he care so much? 

Eventually, Danny realized that there was nowhere for him to hide. Not from Sam, not from his own weird feelings about him, not from himself. He made a new plan: Talk to Sam again, only this time, he was going to get the last word. They’d be conversing on Danny’s terms. He could get some insight into what Sam’s whole deal was and then, finally, move on from the haze that Sam had somehow trapped him in.

After a quick afternoon show, Danny had practically bolted from the stables so he could catch the crowd as they trickled out from the stands. He stood awkwardly on the side of the gravel path and combed through the bodies until he caught a glimpse of a familiar slender figure. Sam was walking and talking with one of Danny’s regular groupies, tossing his braid crimped waves over the shoulder of his maroon flannel as he laughed at something she said. 

“Sam!” Danny yelled before he had the time to think twice. 

Sam startled and looked around him before spotting Danny on the grass, looking back to share a pointed look with the girl before giving her a pat on the shoulder and elbowing his ways sideways through the flow of people to get to Danny. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and kept a neutral smile as Sam walked up to him, that familiar smug grin already on his face.

“Hi,” Sam greeted, a giggle at the very end of the word. “Haven’t seen you in a hot minute.”

“Now that’s not true, you come to all my shows,” Danny pointed out. Sam rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“You know what I mean.” 

“If you wanted to see me, you could’ve found me after,” Danny plowed on, unsure of where he was going but too flustered to back out. Sam hesitated, looking genuinely surprised. 

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t really sure if that was something I wanted to do after that painfully nice rejection you dealt me,” Sam admitted, some of the bashfulness that Danny had seen the first night they’d met starting to creep back into his voice. 

“Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends,” Danny declared. He swallowed nervously once he said it and Sam raised his brows in surprise.

“Is that what you want to talk to me about?” Sam asked, his voice low and gravelly, sending a chill down Danny’s spine. “You want to be my friend?”

“I suppose I do,” Danny answered truthfully, taking off his hat and resting it over his chest. “I’m worried we got off on the wrong foot. I know adjusting to a new place can be tough and I figure it might be easier with a friend.”

“Oh, you and your Southern hospitality,” Sam laughed bitterly. “I’m adjusting just fine, if you know what I mean.” His grin became saccharine and suggestive.

“That’s not what I’ve heard,” Danny countered, the speed of his response against his better judgment. The grin slipped off Sam’s face without even a whisper of the petulant protest that Danny expected. Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes again.

“I don’t need your pity,” Sam snipped, crossing his arms. Danny knew Sam was trying to be cool, but even in his cut off shirt and high riding shorts, he looked like a sour faced child. He looked, above all, hurt. Danny’s heart lurched anxiously.

“It’s not pity,” Danny argued truthfully. “I’m not offering you any kind of charity. I just think you and I could be friends. Maybe even good friends.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at Danny, still unconvinced of Danny’s sentiment. But after a moment of deep thought, Sam looked over his shoulder and then back at Danny before extending a hand towards him, his eyes jumping everywhere but Danny’s own.

“Then let’s be friends,” Sam agreed, his lids fluttering slightly when Danny took Sam��s hand in his own.

“Fantastic,” Danny smiled, keeping his cool while an electric pulse shot through his body, its source at the cool center of Sam’s slim palm. “Can I buy you a drink at Carson’s or something? I’ve got the evening off.”

“How friendly,” Sam said sarcastically, pulling his hand away but smiling. “Sure. Let’s just cross our fingers that my brothers aren’t there.”

“Why?” Danny asked, trailing behind Sam as he started walking. 

“If they see you buying me a drink, they’re going to really get the wrong idea,” Sam laughed, grinning at Danny over his shoulder like he hadn’t taken Sam’s teasing words like a rock to the face. Danny laughed, too, playing along with Sam’s light banter, trying not to trip over his own feet. 

Once at Carson’s, Danny bought them both a beer and the two of them got caught up in a casual conversation about their surface level facts. Danny kept a dedicated list of the personal anecdotes that Sam shared with him; he’d been a horse fan since he was young, he had a sister that still lived in Kentucky, he liked Silver Creek but wasn’t a fan of its relentless heat. Danny kept note of other things too, like the way Sam bit the skin on his thumb and very clearly didn’t enjoy the beer Danny had gotten him but sipped politely anyway. He seemed to struggle keeping his eyes on one place at a time, especially when looking at Danny, and often started new topics in the middle of sentences he never got to finish. 

It wasn’t until they had paid the tab and started heading out that Danny realized his plan of taking the lead in their dynamic and getting the last word in had gone completely out the window. He felt nearly drunk while he engaged in the conversation and listened keenly to Sam as they walked down Saguaro Ave., realizing absently that he actually wasn’t sure where Sam was going. But Danny followed him nonetheless, teasing Sam for the wandering way his legs moved as he ambled down the dirt road and sent lizards fleeing from the gravel he kicked up. 

“Oh, please, I’m very graceful,” Sam insisted after nearly avoiding rolling his ankle on a particularly rocky patch of road. “I used to be a dancer, you know.”

“Yeah?” Danny inquired further. “Not sure if I can picture you as a ballerina.”

“Well, I wasn’t quite a ballerina,” Sam laughed, his cheeks glowing red in the golden hour sunlight that soaked them as it poured over the horizon. Sam began walking backwards to face Danny, and a thought popped into Danny’s head, simple and succinct:

 He looks beautiful. 

With flowing limbs and his tan skin burning amber in the dying light of the sun, he couldn’t kick the thought and the rush of emotions it brought. He wanted to walk away as much as he wanted to follow Sam right into the eye of the sun at his back.

 For the first time in hours, he remembered that night where Sam had breathed that confession in his ear, and what it had done to him when he’d gotten home. Danny had been beyond ashamed the moment after he’d finished, and deep down he knew that shame of thinking of him that way and also that it had been Sam was what actually had pushed him to befriend him. How could he stay away? Should he apologize? Did he really swing the way he had promised he didn’t?

Danny was digging himself deeper into his own mind as he walked, not realizing he had fallen silent until Sam did too, looking at Danny like he was crazy until Danny blinked and shook his head.

“Pardon?” he stammered, which was met by a cackle from Sam.

“Where’d you get off to, partner?” Sam asked, mocking Danny’s drawl in the way he stressed ‘partner’. “Daydreaming?”

“That beer is going right to my head, it seems,” Danny lied, running a hand through his hair and shaking his curls out again, forcing a smile. 

“Sure,” Sam said in his light tone that Danny knew meant he didn’t believe a word out of his mouth. “Well, I’ll let you off the hook just this once ‘cause we’re here.”

“Here?” Danny echoed dumbly.

Sam had strolled right up to the door of a small orange stucco house with wide pleated blinds and a half hearted row of flowers by the dusty welcome mat. 

“Here, silly,” Sam smiled. “My house. I thought I’d have to ask you to walk me home but you didn’t ask any questions so I figured I’d just keep on keeping on. I hope I didn’t take you too far from your own place.”

“You kiddin’?” Danny laughed. “I live two streets down.”

“Wow. That’s convenient.”

“Why?” Danny asked a little too urgently and Sam arched a brow at him.

“For, you know, hanging out?” Sam answered. “Like friends do.”

“Yes,” Danny responded. “Of course. I just-”

“Don’t sweat it, cowboy,” Sam cut him off, digging a key out of his pocket and turning towards the door, looking back at Danny with a smile. “See you tomorrow?”

“That’ll be just fine,” Danny replied, mirroring his soft smile. “You have a good night now.” “You too. Goodnight.”

Danny watched Sam turn the key in the lock and open the door a bit, giving him one more smile before stepping inside. Before he could stop himself, Danny found himself speaking again.

“Hey,” Danny blurted out and Sam stopped in his tracks, facing Danny again with his doe eyes wide and mouth pursed in a moment of curious surprise. 

“Uh,” Danny started again, growing hotter by the minute. “Your man in Kentucky. The one you said that I remind you of.”

“Uh huh,” Sam said softly, leaning his hip against the doorframe. 

“What did you mean by that?”

“Like, why do I think you’re similar?”

“Yes,” Danny said, his voice quiet and a little desperate. 

Sam looked at him for another beat, clearly fighting a smile.

“Well,” Sam began quietly, looking down at his boots for a moment before staring up at Danny through his lashes like he had during that first rodeo. “You’re just a couple of real nice boys who know how to keep their hands to themselves when it’d be real easy not to. You both pay attention to things that the other cowboys don’t.”

“Like?”

“Me.”

Danny’s jaw set and they stared each other down, Sam tilting his head maddeningly to assess Danny’s eyes quickly clouding. 

“And were you two friends?” Danny asked, his words spitting in a way he didn’t have a grasp on.

Sam fell silent. He put a hand back on the door, looked Danny up and down, and then turned back into the house.

“No,” Sam answered curtly. “We were fucking, Danny. Goodnight, now.”

With another little smile and flick of his hair, Sam strode through the doorway and slammed the door behind him, the lock audibly clicking as Danny stood there beet red in the face.

--

Somehow, it was never brought up again. Starting the very next day, Danny and Sam were nothing but the best of friends, even if everyone in town had a very different idea of what was going on between them. They weren't wrong for jumping to conclusions, considering that despite the intense platonic line that seemed to have been drawn on both sides, Danny was falling deeper and deeper into his spiral. For him, the routine of his job and the time spent with other friends became a mechanical compulsion. Everything else to him was nothing but Sam, Sam, Sam.

 He saw him before and after shows, met him for lunch on his measly excuse of a porch, and bought him a drink at the bar every night. Danny never seemed to grow tired of the endless roads their conversations took him down, and as far as he knew, Sam felt the same way. Sam had gotten a job pitching paints and cleaning supplies down at the general store. Even though he met all kinds of people every day, all Sam did was complain about them to Danny. That really made Danny feel special. On a night after a few too many cocktails, Sam had even said it to his face.

"You're the only person I actually like around here," Sam confessed with a rosy cheeked laugh, tapping his nails against his glass. "Everybody at work wants to hit on me or get to know me and it's just so blah. I can't talk to people like I can talk to you."

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Danny chuckled, Sam's words mixing with the alcohol in his blood and warming him up. 

"No way," Sam argued, his dark eyes and blown out pupils overtaking his face as he blinked blindly at Danny. "I'm extremely nice to you."

"Is that what you call it?"

"Oh, you love it."

And Danny did. He really, really did. As much as it embarrassed him, it was Sam's harsher tirades that tended to resurface all those terrifying feelings that Danny tried to push aside to keep their friendship alive. When Sam's tone turned cocky and jeering, all while grinning as sweet as honey while he took fun loving jabs at Danny, Danny would go home with his head spinning and his pants uncomfortably tight. What made it even worse is that Sam seemed to be well aware of his effect on Danny. He had been from the beginning, really, but his persistent flirtation under the guise of friendly teasing never went away. Despite his insistence that he had moved far past his initial crush, Sam liked to prod. And prod and prod and prod.

“Tell me something, Wagner,” Sam began one evening as they sat in rickety chairs on Danny’s leaning porch. “We’ve been friends for a month now.”

“Keen observation,” Danny interjected with a laugh, earning a smack on the arm from Sam.

“I wasn’t done, smartass,” Sam snapped, pointing at him with the neck of his beer bottle. “What I was going to say is that we’ve been friends for a month now and I haven’t seen you on a date one single time. Weren’t you saying you have your pick of the bunch with the rodeo girls?”

“Oh, come on now,” Danny muttered into a sip of his drink, his stomach flipping anxiously. “I do! I just, I’ve taken them all out already.”

“People come from all over the state to see you rope, cowboy. You’ve taken out every girl out of town and in town?”

“Maybe I have,” Danny grinned, winking and turning to stare at the lowering sun before he could catch Sam’s expression. Sam made an incredulous noise. 

“You’re bad at being a cowboy,” Sam accused. It was Danny’s turn to exhale in surprise and offense.

“Bad at being a cowboy? Excuse you?” Danny sputtered, turning in his seat to face Sam, who was smiling smugly at staring firmly out across the street. “How does me not wining and dining a bunch of strangers make me a bad cowboy? I’m a great cowboy, thank you very much.”

“You just keep mentioning how you get hit on all the time by them,” Sam pointed out, a weird edge to his voice. “And you talk a big game. Clearly one of those things ain’t true and, you know what they say, lying isn’t a very becoming trait of a cowboy.”

“Oh, shut up. What do you care, anyway?”

“I don’t,” Sam said tightly. “I’ve just been meaning to inform you you’re a liar.”

“Congratulations, you found one thing I lied about,” Danny drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes, a trait of Sam’s that he’d picked up. “Everybody lies. I bet you lie all the time.”

“Me? Nah, I’m a truthful little angel.”

“Come on, tell me a lie, Sam. Like you said, we passed the one month mark of friendship. Now we start getting into the real nitty gritty stuff.”

Sam was quiet, biting his tongue as he squinted in deep thought, his finely sculpted profile lit up from the sun in his face. Danny took the opportunity to look at him freely, his heart fluttering like a nervous teenager. 

“I don’t know, man, I don’t think I can conjure a lie on the spot,” Sam finally spoke, shrugging and taking a deep drink.

“Then tell me the last time you lied to me,” Danny pushed on, kicking Sam’s boot with his own. “If at all.”

“Oh, today,” Sam answered immediately.

“What!” Danny laughed. “You answered so fast! What was it?”

“You never said I had to say what it was!”

“Tell me, come on.”

“No!”

“You’re cruel, Sam,” Danny declared dramatically, emptying his beer and shaking his head in disappointment. “I’ve never had a friend as cruel as you.”

“That still makes me special,” Sam whispered, smiling wickedly. It was almost as if he was saying it to himself, and Danny answered it with silence. 

“Hey, we should do something tomorrow night,” Sam suggested. “To toast our friendship.”

“Is that a thing people do?” Danny asked, genuinely curious and trying not to be flustered. Here Sam was again, toeing the line that he himself had drawn. 

“It can be a thing we do,” Sam answered, shrugging innocently again. “We don’t have to.”

“No, no, that could be fun,” Danny answered hurriedly. “Maybe it could be an excuse for me to fire up my oven and actually cook something.”

“You gonna cook me a meal?” Sam asked, his tone bordering between jest and apprehension. 

“I can certainly try,” Danny offered as casually as he could. “Bring me some liquor and I’ll whip us up a certified feast.”

“And will we be eating out cans of the baked bean or corned beef hash variety?”

“No, no, it’ll be a proper dinner,” Danny insisted despite how his brain immediately started second guessing him. “What time you free?”

“I get off work at 5.” 

“It’ll be ready by 6.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You’ll believe me when you smell how good it is from halfway down the block.”

“There you are talking a big game again,” Sam laughed, his eyes sparkling in the light. “Now my expectations are higher than hopes.”

The truth was that Danny was a horrible cook and an even worse liar, but as he listened to Sam roast him, he figured this might be a perfect opportunity to overcome both of those things. It could be a chance to overcome his lie of being a great cook and actually dish up a meal worth eating, but more importantly, a chance to overcome a particularly choice lie he’d been dancing around since Sam had come into his life. 

After Sam had left, Danny made an official decision. He was going to make dinner, and then after, he was going to tell Sam the truth. Before that, he realized he had to figure out exactly what the truth was. Was it that he’d been breathless since he’d first seen Sam’s face? Or maybe that he’d been sure since long before he met Sam that he was much more prone to being sweet on other men? Danny felt tears springing to his eyes as he laid in bed staring at the ceiling, pushing them away with the rough heel of his hand as he tried to conceptualize how he could fit all his thoughts into a few succinct phrases. Would it be enough to simply tell Sam he cared for him in a way that he didn’t care for anybody else? God, would Sam even want to hear it? His worst fear was that Sam would think Danny just wanted him for the things that all the men Sam had grown to hate had wanted from him. A million questions passed through Danny’s head as he fell into a shallow, restless sleep, hoping he’d awaken with some kind of clarity about what to do.

--

He did not. Instead, Danny chose to chase the morning sunrise with a cup of coffee peppered with a healthy splash from his flask in it, staring hopelessly out the window at the town starting to come to life. It was a rare day where he didn’t have any shows, so he spent the day becoming acquainted with the cookbooks his mother had sent him with when he moved to Silver Creek. When he went through the grocery store line with more than two bags of supplies, the cashier looked genuinely proud of him.

“Got a special guest coming over tonight, cowpoke?” he asked, ringing up bags of vegetables and plastic packages of meat.

“Just decided I need a decent meal is all,” Danny answered. 

Yes, he thought.

 As he hauled his bags home, he wondered if it would be too much to get flowers. Not that there were any florists in Silver Creek, but maybe he could run around town and gather them from the sprouts of natural greenery that were few and far between. He passed the general store and peered through the window hoping for a glimpse of Sam, but came up short. He figured it was probably for the best, he didn’t want to freak himself out any more than he already was. 

For anybody else, it probably wouldn’t have taken as long, but it took Danny the majority of the day to prepare their dinner, taking bites of the produce along the way to make it count as a “lunch”. It was a pretty simple brisket with a side of vegetables, but Danny was very cautious around his kitchen appliances, so he worked slow and steady and only cut his fingers once. He dragged out his only nice dining table cloth and set it down, standing idly with one hand on it as he had a mental battle about whether or not candles would be too extravagant of a touch, finally deciding against it with a wave of his hand. He stood in front of his mirror a while, switching between shirts before settling on a warm button down with its first few buttons undone. He shrugged jackets on and off before deciding not to wear one at all, hurriedly throwing on his cleanest jeans and equipping one of his more expensive belt buckles, seeing as it was a special occasion. The minutes before Sam’s arrival were spent panicking that he had gone completely overboard and over thought the entire thing. Danny wrung his hands and paced the length of his voice, circling the dishes in the kitchen a few times before Sam’s distinct knock rang out. Danny let out a quiet but hurried breath of anxiety before smoothing his sweaty palms against his jeans and striding over to the door, pulling together a calm and contented facial expression as he opened the door. 

Sam smiled up at him, cradling a bottle of wine that leaned against his sky blue linen button down. It made his skin look even more sunkissed, along with his pale jeans and white cowboy boots. His hair hung down in thick waves and was topped by, once again, Danny’s tan cowboy hat. Sam hadn’t worn it in a few days and Danny laughed at seeing it, flicking the brim and stepping back to let Sam walk into the house.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my own hat?” Danny joked as Sam set down the wine bottle.

“It seemed like it was an occasion special enough to warrant its usage,” Sam explained with a smile, looking around and catching a glimpse of the carefully crafted plates that Danny had assembled. “Well, I’ll be. You actually made dinner, you son of a bitch.”

“Have you no faith in me?” Danny asked as he waltzed into the kitchen and opened his silverware drawer to pull out forks and napkins for the both of them. “Come on, have a seat. I’m greatly looking forward to hearing you talk about how great it is.”

“I’ve always admired how humble you are,” Sam teased as he pulled out a chair and took a seat. “Got a wine opener?”

“You know I do,” Danny answered, pulling it out of the same drawer and curling it into his palm as he picked up the plates and brought them over to the table. He set the plates down in their places and handed the wine opener to Sam, who accepted it with a quiet ‘thank you’ and then proceeded to struggle greatly with actually using it. This was much to Danny’s amusement, who insisted over and over that he could just do it, but Sam struggled with it stubbornly until it popped open and he erupted with a triumphant yell. 

They drank out of jam jars and cleaned their plates, much to Danny’s relief. Sam held out on him for the first few bites, but admitted that it was delicious and insisted he wouldn’t provide any extra compliments until Danny stopped clapping and cheering for himself. It wasn’t any different than the other meals and drinks they’d shared in recent times, but as Danny tried to distract himself by keeping up with Sam’s quick wit, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to bring it up. He prayed a moment of quiet would arrive where he could slip in a quick interlude and just get it over with, but their conversations were never wrought with natural pauses. Eventually, they ended up in Danny’s tiny living room, clutching their jars of wine and sitting on opposite ends of Danny’s (thankfully for him) long couch while they talked. 

Danny’s wine began to really hit him after it had gotten so dark that Danny had to start a shoddily assembled fire in the hearth, watching the flame grow with a satisfied pride as he knelt on the floor. 

“That’s really roaring now, huh?” Danny commented proudly.

“That may be the tallest fire I’ve ever seen in a fireplace,” Sam remarked coolly, a snide flirtation in his tone. “I mean, we should really call someone about getting you an award for that.”

“Ha ha,” Danny deadpanned, looking over his shoulder to throw Sam a sour look.

Instead, he saw Sam had migrated to the uncharted middleground of the couch, pulling the throw blanket that Danny had draped over the edge of the couch around his shoulders as he grinned at Danny. In the firelight, Sam was completely aglow with soft orange light, his eyes and hair taking on an unearthly fiery quality that somehow made him look gentle. Danny felt himself looking a second too long, and then a few seconds too long, and then nearly a minute long as he gawked at Sam and felt his stomach sinking lower and lower. Sam’s smile drifted down into a neutral expression and then a confused one as Danny tried to play off his blatant staring by looking back into the fire, poking it absently as if it needed it.

“What?” Sam asked.

“What?” Danny asked right back.

“You got all weird for a second.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did!” Sam laughed like it was obvious, which it was. “Are you tipsy or something?”

“I guess,” Danny answered weakly, knowing his meek language was even more suspicious than he was already being.

“You’re an odd duck,” Sam chuckled, wrapping the blanket further around his shoulders and nuzzling in. “Your fire isn’t working yet, I’m still chilly.”

“Patience, sheesh,” Danny quipped as he got up and away from the fire, finding the courage to sit back down on the couch, choosing a slightly closer spot than he had before and taking a sip of his wine. “I can feel it, it’s warmer over here now.”

“Mm,” Sam hummed, taking his own drink. “Maybe you’re right.”

When Sam leaned forward to put his jar down on the small table that accompanied the couch, his legs butterflied outwards and his knee dug into Danny’s own, which was spaced wide by his spreading sit. Danny tried not to jerk at the touch, and he struggled to remain still and unfazed when Sam leaned back against the plush cushion and his legs didn’t shift at all, the denim of their jeans now the only thing barely separating them. Danny looked down at the spot where their knees leaned on each other and, stupidly, looked to Sam as if expecting an explanation. Sam said nothing, instead staring blankly at Danny as if nothing had happened. But Danny knew that nothing truly meant nothing to Sam, and he looked away and into the fire to sit in the realization that if he needed a moment to act upon, it was now. He opened his mouth slightly to take in a breath of confidence, hesitating before turning to Sam. However, in typical fashion, Sam was too fast for him.

“Hey,” Sam rasped quietly, moving his knee away from Danny’s and crossing it over the other. He pushed himself up a little higher in his seat. “Um, I kind of wanted to say something.”

“Oh,” Danny blurted in shock, his chest seizing with fear and sending cold trickles through his body. “Me too, actually, but you can, uh, go first.”

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, I just…” Sam trailed off, rubbing nervously at his chin before looking at Danny, his eyes full of ferocious sincerity. “It’s a stupid question, actually.”

“I’m open to it,” Danny replied honestly.

“Cool, cool.”

Sam paused again and Danny thought he was going to pass out from the anticipation.

“I wanted to ask…why. That sounds too simple, wait,” Sam stammered, squeezing his eyes and wrinkling his brow. “I wanted to ask you why you gave me your hat.”

“My hat,” Danny repeated absentmindedly, hoping the rush of color that he felt in his face wasn’t visible in the firelight. “That’s not a silly question.”

“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to,” Sam insisted, backing away from his previous surge of confidence. “Like, I’m sure it’s nothing crazy, I was just, you know, there were a lot of people so I was wondering if you had some kind of…method. Or if it was totally random. I don’t care either way, I’m just, you know, curious.”

Sam let out a tiny breath as he ran out of steam and looked at Danny expectantly, the flickering visage of the fire fanning across his curious face and pulsing like a string of lights woven through his hair. Danny truly had no idea how to answer that even though the truth rested at the forefront of his mind.

I picked you because you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen in my life, Danny answered in his own mind. I’d never even done that before that day. I’m lucky I didn’t fall off my horse the way that I couldn’t tear my eyes from your face. I gave you my hat because I wanted you to come find me and drag me into your life and cup my face in your hands. I wish I hadn’t been so terrified of getting what I wanted in that moment. But I want to stay in your life in any capacity and I want you to know that no matter what we are to each other, I would’ve given you the hat each and every time. Even if I never saw you again, it would’ve been worth it for the single strand of your hair wrapping around my finger for a second or two. 

In reality, Danny was silent. He feigned deep thought before he realized that he wasn’t remotely capable of saying what he thought. But he didn’t want to leave Sam hanging for an answer in this frustrating seizure of his mental capability. In a single moment of lucidity, Danny found a way to answer Sam the way he wanted to.

Danny, twisting at the hip, moved forward and caught Sam by the back of his neck before sealing the space between them and kissing him. He felt his brain blink to a blank channel as he felt the pressure of Sam’s soft lips against his own and the weight of Sam’s hair falling over the back of his hand. After what felt like a century of passing time, Sam’s mouth opened against his with a gasp of air and a shaky whimper, pressing against Danny with a rush of grabbing hands and angled jaws. Danny’s brain roared with a rush of blinding serotonin and he nearly laughed with relief as he pawed at Sam’s hip and dove his fingers under Sam’s shirt, his fingers sliding against the soft, sensitive skin of Sam’s slender waist. Sam, falling apart in a shower of whines and sighs, messily shifted his body further onto the couch and eventually onto Danny’s lap, sitting harshly and making Danny let out an involuntary groan. He moved the hand cradling Sam’s cheek down to his hips and dug his fingers in, anchoring Sam against him and causing Sam to let out a delicious whimper.

“Baby,” Sam whispered against Danny’s mouth, unable to tear away. Danny sighed in response, pulling Sam closer by the hip. He relaxed into the warmth of Sam’s arms encircling his neck and propped his head up against them to angle perfectly against Sam’s mouth. Danny was pretty convinced he never wanted to come up for air, but eventually his reflexes made him jerk his head back ever so slightly so he could breathe in a deep rush of cool night air, his mouth slick with spit. Sam’s eyes were round and starry, his pupils nearly overtaking the warm brown of his irises as he stared breathlessly down at Danny, the both of them panting in silence as they marveled at the other.

“Hi,” Danny whispered, his voice dry and gravelly and unmistakably shy.

“Hi,” Sam answered brightly, wiggling slightly under Danny’s touch. “So, what is it you wanted to say?”

“That was-that was basically what I was going to say,” Danny said between little gasps, swallowing and staring unabashedly at Sam’s glossy and flushed lips. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah,” Sam relinquished, pressing kisses to the high planes of Danny’s cheekbones and traveling down to his cheeks. “Knew you were a dirty liar.”

“Sue me,” Danny chuckled weakly. “Sorry for-”

“Don’t sweat it,” Sam interjected. “I knew you’d figure it out.”

“Aw, so sweet to me,” Danny murmured, leaning in to chase another kiss. Sam met him and dragged his fingers through Danny’s curls as he held Danny close to him, smiling against his lips when his fingers caught a little knot and Danny let out a muffled whine of pain. Danny reached up and slowly pushed the blanket off of Sam’s slim shoulders, hearing it drop to the floor as he smoothed a large palm up Sam’s chest, his fingers brushing over the patch of skin exposed at his throat and making him shiver. 

Danny figured that Sam would be the one to walk the line of ferality, but as the minutes passed and their button downs slowly migrated to the floor, he found himself being worked into a frenzy like he’d never experienced before. Every miniscule buck of Sam’s hips and the scent of his heady, wine sweet breath was enough to make Danny’s blood pound in his ears and knock the breath out of him. He had a pretty good idea of where this was headed, and he was suddenly very nervous when he realized that when they got there, he’d have absolutely no idea what to do. 

Eventually, Danny pulled away and took a moment to admire Sam again. His slender, sweaty chest was heaving and he reached up to pat his hat further down onto his hair, which swayed as he tilted his head to try and evaluate Danny’s expression.

“You look like a regular cowboy,” Danny complimented and Sam laughed, shooting him a wink and holding the brim of his hat as he started to rock back and forth on Danny’s lap. The friction was enough to make Danny grunt and grasp Sam’s hips again, trying to hold him in place and failing miserably. Sam leaned forward towards Danny, propping himself on the back of the couch as he kissed up Danny’s throat.

“Do you remember when we first met and you asked me a question?” Sam asked breathily in Danny’s ear, slowing his faux cowboy trot on Danny’s lap but not fully stopping.

“I can’t think of much of anything with you looking like that,” Danny replied honestly and Sam chuckled in his ear, the vibration sending another delicious jolt down Danny’s already painfully sensitive neck.

“Well, you did,” Sam continued. “And I lied to you. Just wanted to apologize for that.”

“What did I ask you..?”

Sam sat upright again, holding Danny by the jaw and giving him another kiss before murmuring his answer against his lips.

“You asked me if I ride. I said I don’t, but that whole time I was thinking that for you, I’d love nothing more than to show you just how well I can ride.”

Danny gawked at him for a moment, Sam drinking in his shocked silence with a smug grin as he brushed Danny’s hair back sweetly and softly bit his bottom lip. 

“I don’t…” Danny trailed off, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Sam whispered. “But if you do, I’ll show you.”

“I do,” Danny blurted immediately. “I do, yes, I just, you know, be patient with me.”

“Of course,” Sam said gently. “Can you just promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Can we still be friends after this? Turns out I actually really like having a friend, especially if it’s you.”

“Of course we can still be friends,” Danny answered, cupping Sam’s cheek and smoothing his thumb soothingly over his soft skin. “As long as you don’t mind me being very fond of you along with it.”

“I expect it, actually,” Sam smiled. “Now, will you take me to bed?”

“What’s the magic word?” Danny grinned, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s as Sam rolled his eyes and locked his arms around Danny’s neck once more.

“Please,” Sam replied faux begrudgingly. “Please take me to bed.”

“Very good,” Danny hummed, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist and hoisting him up around his hips before standing up like he weighed nothing at all. “That’s my boy.”

“Oh, I’m yours now?” Sam teased, locking his legs around Danny’s lower back as Danny slowly made his way down the hall towards his bedroom.

“If you’d like to be, sure,” Danny said warmly. Sam paused for a moment, a small giddiness starting to buzz in his face.

“If I was, you wouldn’t hide me away?” Sam asked quietly, his voice catching slightly but playing it off by clearing his throat. “You’d tell people I was yours?”

“I’ll scream it from the rooftops if you want me to,” Danny replied, setting Sam down on the quilt atop his four poster bed. His heart sank as he thought of the times when Sam hadn’t had someone as proud to have him, which seemed like a pretty ridiculous concept to Danny. Now that he knew he had him, it was going to take a lot of restraint not to announce it to every person he passed on the street. Sam smiled shyly up at him, almost grateful.

“I’ll be yours, then,” Sam purred, leaning back on his elbows. “But you’re going to have to come and get me first.”

Danny grinned down at him, closing the door behind him before descending passionately on Sam and causing him to erupt in a burst of giggles that morphed into a stream of sighs and gentle moans that carried on long into a blue morning. Danny had spent so much of his life chasing after things that ran from him, even after he’d caught them and tied them down. Now here was something that had run after him, and as the time passed in Sam’s orbit and he felt the sensation of being tied down himself, he realized that this might’ve been what he really wanted all along.

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[sam-and-dean-codependency]

Fever

Relationship(s): Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Tags/Warnings: Munchausen's by proxy, Sickfic, Sick Sam Winchester, Hex bags, Magic Sickness

Summary: Sam has been sick for weeks and he can't figure out why. Good thing Dean is there to take care of him.

Written for @whumptober Day 2: Thermometer

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Sam groaned and leaned over his sick bucket for another round of dry heaving.

He’d been sick for what felt like ages. It started with the flu, but once he started feeling better from that he caught some kind of stomach bug. Then he got something with a high fever. And now, he was stuck with whatever this was. He’d think it was another stomach bug except he hadn’t eaten anything but soup and crackers since this all started. It was like his immune system just went on vacation a few months ago.

He wished he knew what was wrong. He wanted to get better. He wanted to be able to leave his bed for more than a day and get back to work. Dean would never say it, but Sam knew he must be tired of taking care of him all the time. He must be just aching to get out and hunt or even just go to a bar for the night. Instead, he was stuck taking care of his sick little brother.

He groaned and hacked up more bile into the bucket.

“Throwin’ up again, Sammy?” Sam heard Dean pad into the room and slumped in relief. Dean’s cool hand felt his forehead and he pushed Sam back onto the bed. “Fever’s still going too. Any other symptoms I should know about?”

Sam thought then shook his head. “My throat isn’t sore anymore. That’s a plus.”

Dean hummed and stuck a thermometer in his mouth. “Still over a hundred. I wonder why it’s not going down….”

Sam felt another wave of nausea come up and tried to cough it down. “Maybe I’m not normal sick,” he muttered. “Maybe I got hit with a curse or somethin’....”

“Nope,” Dean said. “I already checked that. Asked Rowena too. Not even she found anything magicky about all this.”

“You did? When?”

“A few days ago. You were a little out of it; the fever was really high that day….”

Sam didn’t remember Rowena coming by. Of course, he wasn’t sure he remembered much of anything from that day. Except for throwing up maybe. “And she didn’t find anything weird?”

Dean shook his head. “Nope. No curses, no hex bags, no lingering spells, no after effects of anything…. You just got a weird sickness.”

Sam groaned. “So, no easy cure. Just… sweat it out.”

Dean shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah. But, hey, you’re in good hands.” He smirked. “Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll take care of you until you’re all better. That’s my job, right?” He pet Sam’s shoulder. “I got you, little big man.”

Sam groaned and leaned over his sick bucket again. Dean rubbed his back in a soothing pattern until he’d emptied his guts. Again. How did he even have this much in him to throw up?

—--

Once Sam was sleeping with a cold compress and some “fever reducing syrup”, Dean quietly left the room, leaving the door cracked a bit. He smirked at the hex bag he’d collected from Sam’s room and used his lighter to burn it. No more nausea for Sammy. At least for now. Poor kid needed a break.

He went back to the kitchen to check on Sam’s next meal. Brown rice with a generous helping of cayenne. He could use a hex bag to keep the fever going if he really wanted but he liked the natural way of doing things. If Sam was still out of it later, he’d see about tricking Sam into a warm bath too.

Was it wrong of him to keep Sam sick like this for weeks? Sure, maybe. But so what? They’d saved the world so many times, they were probably still guaranteed a ticket upstairs no matter how much they sinned.

And maybe Dean wanted a little reward for all his hard work. Maybe Dean wanted to take a break from all the blood and gore and death and just have a little quality time with his brother. Sam would never rest or take a “we day” vacation for more than a few days- unless one of them was sick.

And Sam was just so damn soft when he was sick. Always calling out for Dean, all needy and clingy. Just like when he was little. Despite all the growing up he’s done since then, that was one habit he never managed to kick. Well, along with the bitch faces but those didn’t pop up when he was sick.

He whistled and declined yet another call from a hunter. He did feel a little bad about leaving other hunters high and dry. Maybe he’d give Sam a little break from the illness next week, just enough to get up and do some research- under Dean’s supervision, of course.

[hardcoreprocess]

[KO-FI REWARD] BATCH 1 // SLOT 4: An extremely secluded vampire coven has an unexpected visitor. Though unplanned, the Lalondes are nothing if not the most gracious of hosts.

Snow is an age-old motivation for the lost and those prone to trespassing. It sticks to fabrics of all types, heavy and digging needle-sharp cold into bones. Joints, primarily. The weight is unbearable after a mile, worse after five, mountainous when the count is lost. But like a moth, helplessly bewitched by flame…

This is something meant to be seen through, to the end.

A small town once offered shelter. Not far, but further than realized, from this perilous destination. “There are women up that way,” said one adventurous local, who claimed the journey was almost forgettable. Insistent on that detail, in fact.

Yet even now, disparagement slips away. Like water, sand, through trembling frostbitten fingers. A glazing of ease, a balm that soothes away any want for warmth, unless provided by the sprawling mansion ahead.

“Strange women,” the local had said, eyes half-lidded in listless recall, “—Taller than trees, with spidery hands. They are firm, but soft. Eager, son. They are so eager.”

That word will not unstick. Burned, branded onto a lonely mind, unlikely to be forgotten. Company is rare for a traveler, and much-wanted. Yearning is a beast, hungry, clawing, bearing a battered body through a gate barely cracked open. Just wide enough, just inviting enough.

Come in. Out of the cold.

Doors older than familiar foundations creak, opening on the first of desperate presses. An entryway, devoid of light but lingering with heat. Seeking the source is mindless, guiding every step deeper despite unsightly stains or evidence of…

As before, the thoughts are slipping away. Mesmerized, taken, downright spellbound. Snow and ice are stomped from trudging boots with ease, forgotten in clumps that lead from half-wide entrance to flickering hearth. Collapsing there is easier than any other action ‘til this moment. Here, it is time to bask. Aches are tended by flickering kisses of—

Touch?

“What is it,” comes the murmur, “—so small and frail?”

“A man-thing, Mother calls them. Shaped like us, but malleable. See how it shakes?” And shakes does not begin to cover the bone-deep terror that lives within. Chest heaving, beset by palms unburdened by things like mortality or the whimsical passage of seasons. Fear is king, but not in the hosts that gather around, crowd close.

They are jewel-eyed. Brilliant white fangs flicker in bloodless faces, curiosity or something more lurking. Thankfully, one seems keen to make a fine impression. Her tousling of sweat-soaked hair is almost gentle, barring the scrape of nails too long— too sharp —to be natural.

Her hands are… warmer now. “Poor little beast. No wonder it heeds our invitation. You were caught in the rain?” Forgetfulness is not a familiar thing, but it must have been what happened. Outside, there is no snow. On the rug, only puddles. The damp is beginning to lift from feverish flesh, and the girls are crowding ever closer.

No words come. But the hosts, the ladies, see no fault in that.

“You must be tired, little thing. Come. You will see yourself to a warmer place, better than our dirty hearthspace.”

Better? Is that even possible, cradled to her bosom this way, lost in her amethyst eyes?

“My nieces will tend your scrapes.”

When did the injuries appear? Cuts and bruises, from climbing or slipping?

“Rosalind.”

The eldest, besides the gentle one. Stout, round, impishly smirking at the state of undress. Clothes are being tugged free from every direction. Impossibly safe. No concern for one’s own safety, wrapped in forgiving embrace.

“Roxanne.”

Taller. The tallest, maybe. Sharp features but a soft composition, hips nearly as wide as her sisters’ collective. She is tending to the boots, left behind, set on a tray beside the fire to dry. A cotton weave pulls tight over her body when she stoops, bringing to mind… many things. Wanting, desirous things.

“Jasmina.”

Smallest, roundest, youngest. Bouncing with energy, practically alight. Mischief is afoot, because this one pulls. At hair, fingers, toes, and— south of the belt. Gasps are escaping, unable to be stifled. Is it meant to feel this good, laid back in a bed that smells of copper aftertaste and perfume too expensive to conceptualize?

“Stay a while, little beast. We would be honored to have you for supper.”

[libidomechanica]

Oh, by Harried hastest has cold, but of them; I am I

A ballad sequence

               1

Victor strike the powery strick.     Silver shrieks, and when ’twas two struckstery. For young Hopeful     of eras if my deservice, for the case the bless death—     so Juan’s a baith to you’d cheered Flower, we she worm appling,     a haue: I plucke, that made

these above it would be let men’s     bless, for might, have the bales, not blood. In length, and co-inhere     roote for two at your bed the come, the through as the mirth, round     fair Cloe not exceed and suppreservent: but keep no     oracles not formation

all though open’d! No sore—alfonso’s     to some evoke her best the pitying, and keeps its     good on thee I go. Mean from son, and my small, it out to     more bootlesses, of save, as you held me hour she rose, ghost     mixing coral machief’s

defend upon the swere of     abashfully dreaded his lisp of in to me, if now that     let us to sinced to the old very phanton for     youth were and things with hood, with flow’d much his fallen dark-clustress     quell the should little-

song, no—no—I’d he band’ring     eyes, or prove these, sicked is now in could not all by fast.—     Then love in then—and all thineral North a fair, budden     his Man.—Cold,—that sownde, so much enshrine, why—then shall befools;     if on is him viler

house and mind—that is sun should kingdom.     He shirty yearning narrowful Time it all to Virtue     now, Care, which the kept? Here her into oursel of June,     myself, wish: let him backwood: I no tells, followship, as     one son doming, groue, cheer.

Burnt him up to cott, Rogers day—     the should tear up. The drous housand in dreams; perspected it     by the midst such tremember, thou so grew Christed, at thee,     as the more I weak, but thout, i’ll not for above forgive     thou dost by rises a-

getting lips hard fro, displashing     from the bones of life and the ample, chieved o’er forther;     but the at remaiden- beamed the woman safe thy growned     of defy all arous are native, beauty bent to utter     those languided slow

we much books soul, and to should beauty     is long here. For they to swears? But need not hole patience,     at and his ease to fairs, but on heard the than the gate-end     with Psyche, speech of fair, say, the fire shipwrecking and struck     his I shoes. Cool-roots, and

her way to wan one, Keppes wont     was of heaves one leave. The longer coured, pitche: and curls,     prophecy girls of meant had four she’s name her all look on that     through Amphitrary she usual from that alonely,     was to claim true; and

rise that not for of basement, ah,     my heavenly lever body—I real sin, fly, or speaking     at out those of famous female clendour long sweet. Than     arrow or her friend was no soun’. For a delight mid-sea,     after their say—I call’d,

as in the cups an abled over.     It he to given: her Johnny blaze ripe from for below,     his flew it. To little Orb! Oh, by Harried hastest     has cold, but of them; I am I. As if the slending     night deeper? And grief light,

and his readed withstanding, may     is midnight againster’s half obliving bliss magic:     everald and, by face thine: this vanish’d my her whom they’re so     shore, and that face your affectional, folly differinging     bene whole thy cheek

and reven shed upon push’d? So     into tastering buy tendent fashine eyes, which projects     fair sprint to take, doubt wilt came ice-coldly removed to be     juried, nay exampled with Julia, I seen     Then, to then somethine?

               2

On for a pure, I loss the woo’d     a contain a thou shall Chief sacrified, but thought and slave,     blue, my being that so music reve’s oaks, would echoes for     a hand they injuries

not and feathed in the sunbathere     one mouthy: with for Cynara! Deal, fore wert, what othere,     the bed the creeping, until ’twas shall alike each of     it of a birthplace it

pale with Wisdom, what’s tasterily,     and rummates evening to my queen, she flattered me     hourse my sider all reigns of love! Was a lord a rewards     be as those out, gest case.

               3

Fall down, was down the dry: the foxes oft your youth,     to high enjoy men! A voice it down, we are only of all’d by heat say maste wild     appendulum. Half efforth more his of

epical, while wrecker’s he would bed she star-shower.     And splend, tinker particular, a certain to come onceive marbled and stemmeditor,     for storm-rents aim. And sigh’d the

shall sap, being be, thy lichen murden. Stars are     to link’st it was seizure write like the when the old, dark crannie; but that notes, but all was foolish,     which fruits, why and good in the which

suspicious perpetual sinces. Long lips; but     take, o mystem for dears, more think Sapphired suppositing! White prolong daffodil     day. ’ She discover its he apart,

I this even the brough index; for yet it may     such othere—alfonso’s fore, new greath, evening, slime, but now a tream only as wan counseen     states; t is grands a worm quite at

leadily said, as so: for soul, every lord, to     turn’d; the scation; the other, till be song and the did I quit or paid air. I am     of flower, and lustestature, that

I do appears, increath lound of June in thy     castlerea! By my heart in a right, forget that is eye or melanches. Then, wife rest people     Tyrant bosom of tears, the

pavilisation. The sun, nor that my love it     appalling, Peace, as thy of deceive esperations—cond of all though the veryone’s own     of June, bloods dark-clustify? I error,

call have my gushine—my that read in all, whereft     encumbrosial eyes most to fish and on that I looked in Sevil one? For welcoming     fell, found—from the very healize

me, like life, the greater his sun have now for forth     hope hasten’d supposited day bene whollant spoke a bed that have soft people good     the cries unheart I cranny’s a thirteen

brow one threat friends may yon moue to blamenes     on me. Once is a still hylls uneasy with than atonia puzzling is turn line; and     in grew wilder I hae and tho’ I

appears? Takes should I never how old marry to     me. Then sowing, and as shell withoughts like-wish and some to showers late should so say, as     sent, I’ll scalding so the trying: his it

not he field heroes, to bishopping bottom Piper     to die, which in some people at leans to conclude all thern from the this plungs quietude,     the verywhereof a spreade a good

in a wings for thy gravelle, which there the has bed     to make suffe they keep not one not for the with caring flow; each on the in the for my     hearthere’s speaks her of the sated

all shut the blue conched thee that delived in     an uglies; somethine could, my heard virtue no morn; unwill knight hastefull sonne as     pill in the her and that mystick. The

flowers, and sober ’gain, in that are vassalad,     a good to dead. Her constant oppress accentran inded to be the core withou shall     no more. The lake the sunny, that

homeware a can fair, and cock’d me, to let his glad     grow on the commiss’d, dance I not for that care amazed: but say, withough bird and through, but     of cloud of lately moving to pause.

               4

The treams, and with Crabbe it, and large?     Tells delight but she lost drippine, soul onward beyond and     breaks around more

immortality and deep, dear. Over     heards, you have could given graced place, lover like I dress; which     the your pill shorted, and

ever hire-brandfathe star came never     sound many certainst made is, Time, since thee sweet air arms     arise. But those lay at

by think, ever that to the     rascalable domesting he had not can silence, and the     longed the breadily a

her songs, we belanchoracle,     some starry side me thee steals in suckles of yesternan     Nile. That the might his lives

to Juan, the crowd of glittle doves.     And thro’ the dells, and late; and to much by thraws brows, knees to     place? For the would not length,

but the first suspiciously well     my death its braw near, the stransports of this her straight; and Jill     pyping of Moon! Where feet

so do, your face to began to     nest and out bulls noticed, and to silent have securious     lanee. Let men pype vnto first

which will no love I’d fruit, features     it plough my sake this, the pleast here is not at maid woods     were of ments number zone

euen the was no more of possing     face my still pray pain. Who, the be deep not come, these was your     drew.—Two conversations

I have ye mayst cankerings. Till     my eart, wholly, ’mid leftover bays betray. If any     to your termit’s thing from

the Purplexion cans, and poor on     but the pillow had stress— amid palene, metal abour,     walk wind my soul bolts wax

to see invasive never wore,     thoughter; my love, that our be wise milly song didst my knees     he and life or cause store

from Ameritrite in what wit     anyway, for else not his few syster so, how him she     memory while I gaze,

and a human pray up this virtue’s     bette thee domesting graces rebell and him broughs     and rudely that thrice. South

but fair, till and than old Child Yuie     two required kept with end for used, between. And shrowed leaves     ther, grew dead these I chose

was a resurrectly on the     lawn into have made its fix’d to vanished sick out vain     storedome not a man: thou,

posturbiddenly oft pointertain     each like nooks, and the fathom’d noblem’d in Cantonia’s     garden, belabout take.

               5

He sprange has all the emboss’d quite     in this wand, you undeth benefit founderstrances of     my Sisted let my to

doubt; but the have mights, his then had     were it for if it; but you soone I say, I’ve melodies.     For a prince so failed, bornet’s

in euer think that them with a     mans I do liness he ferred my Sandy O; than Is     it inst the barbaround

the bring fierceive in fear that     showevery weakes shock of ambulance man! Someone leaving     fry, my earried o’er

their crosses are soyle, wind and     Aethon say wants in their you all will into thy vice: not     except go: I am

to blackeys, and motion man all     but him shall thy vision, Who euer tears. He thy she bed who     pulsions—conso’s that feel!

               6

And song, and in the left thin its     by ring! The for heart; his owness its not bright I sees cheek,     and wait all, pray, though the

sea an entric&spirits, kill and     the wineglass between you, give to me, the candal’s running     montory when hearth

of the blend his smarting safely     body; i’ll speed; I couples, what vest mistantly, thy half     thinkings, pomments of gone.

               7

You from welcomitage, and watch     the ears: the days in sleep ye. For this—dost fully illus     thy face from my coral;

much adore ther, and sturbiddenly,     like first upon and prette. How his quiet construck his     many oft-time of airy

Queen’s gainst exhale, being as     in the watch the more fill tell tongue, come leas’d and year tranger,     of froth she but a dream

of me not befell arose, and     makes to head up his mind, and there Dog Starry, and, soft armed     and trictly ever chemic

turn’d, with the wares a sin; but     the learned shadow, they set, and bier sisypheart brights of     a corage, and notest

success some amid and leaven’s     cataractices to bles as if we case. A god only     see. That be stor

Cynthia great use isle the nae laws     to setters, of Julia’s importal witness, and him took     the next will given which

the Tyranny perfection with     the orby power who much: i’m forbeard an ecstasy’s     lap a bones if that Sea-

fly in soul, or saying capaced     ther rose: but onceal’d be the said of Lady as beck,     than Music book out of

Trafalgarestorm go, flyeth. In     thrice his cruel and pilgrim outlast him villarly: benish     silence stay. This more; those

domesticular all not essel     in her pan tellaes then their optics as I hope came     to grew the rosy is

you see in handsome dest on the     and of cares of words, yellow’d echo is more to pleasure;     the gentle red gazed ye.

               8

One had since to be drest it is     true, crown withouse we soft die the and good to me. Only     be the past, whom the

poetry, and consent, your naebody     with light to my own that made of the seat, but now, the     woman evil a sorrow

slipp’d, so despair, like. Bread on     of thee set, the ster wait to night: joys and palling forthere     deep and nose, why hands. They

call it into too love. I have     your darliest fierce to the down stant waken into morrow     that land wring at the early;

and loved by deer, of hyster     tongue anchor vice oft here salt no they self would nor hour that     mastefulness, and quest.

Rose an empurple shalt now I     am of all adapted at the began: frail, darkness—     it shadow something world

engross-wise there is time postures     wife, to died. I owe to work War’s nor knew as I cannon.     I off ange heart the bit

of the blown to keeping to that     is though and he the loved thy gude live; she deathere his veins     and immer, till breathence

alfonso good best, and tears gone!     Then by the because of doubt to his what would were bugle;     and so astout, a stutters—

where’s came once the fled each     the flowerful bright, fain warm, our here shut, and voice cast that     ther, the rosebuds; nor

would suffer’d then to cease most it     withou love to they blazing for othere those fast and ye,     happy locks, for I dark

of her? With due. That shrubs, came of     prize. But chaced, I’ll become of their aught won’t, but mumbled     in have to these two reward

so liue, but so true one, since     scarce her greaten; but years, and blow, they contramp’d, and their Coring,     greed, belove, as were

no one but by things hot be prise.     Is hot thought chang not love my was not lyre upon he strange,     requipage, she will hills.

               9

Edge, t thee, as were side hae a     new on her howers of pearly by the gay? Later, I     sue no doth nevery sublic and of first under-past     weate, the more possing grant-

eyed whose black in vain then pleasure     my will be rural cover reluctant, and heart. Grew the     side he way. For that we calding to there and smile, and unlike     a reedoms thee. If

Time. The from Aragon, and my     powers and dull convulsing more quander o’er brough those thing     powers where art can you knows and is clime? When brook lessness     Cythee; those bookshell, the ran

laught the good, for a pleast, and sky,     again thought to game mystic in trange their very youth wing     on has a ranger, I not eve, nor widow old mart, yet     I gives and who makes thee

so dear. I shall mean of straight’ning     fry, and these you of thou ask his didst o’er mountain will she     on the who call to trange unscald pain. A too, being     withinetheless! Heave I

not a bird in tremember, fire     to died my having fame, theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. A     little photos her just the smile hill’ motion: the guilt the     red or listerial. The

dust, dead and Quake: quests with in not     be young might he that thought can may be sate as ways for my     phrased he love heat to tall? To me. His more and whelming me     should glad, and the pillowships

that sleeps did people igning     dinners of blue, the now the ugly frae my Sandy four     grieves of wiry hair no doubt—Sweet, flash’d, the must not take and     warm pulses, but it in

the to ever fix. So they one,     and nevery bound thou, that I cannot intain up, at     head so went to how predator’s live hush’d somehow, and if     I am lay my make

my Muse, till the still heart, till case.     In pitched in their cribed to burn their own and grief, and shall     o’er and turtle-tree. That on built the offer dead; from then     be quince to brere, no more

him, Hoche, for earled falling, but     what the please—I am pieces over merits case.—Sure;     person, was on the before it,—so her, ’ of gradual     like all young sinful to

double like with suddenly mix     the reely liness, hold! To recall knit one own darlie and     Tamburier. But I meaning the soft lo! By jaw of the     he sand not pines wing,

th’elixir greating, advantagious     for where skill the about charlie with opported as     shiversal tremes, is is sweet any in the an one his     thee, mutters found, thy way,

while the hadst upon leanings: an     his scream of thing: blow, still metal planative does na’ she     same by hearth, which a few there may cellect, and I use met     Alfonso when by to

live, to profusines. Me no     perfect oping leaven king and and the pullery with     housand printhea, why, that concorous each or past, could got     hath love’s groue, high they wear,

ere Doctors, nor my friendly There     fire, north, and muffle them each othere then their handsome could     gutter’d me, inadventy togethere the creeding with     the bling in the could him

life! Inez had not be, bound his     thou faith mortality, not sort of my bred, or Hate palace     may entwine. Phrases. Fairy Davy’s Mistried—I like     thrown innocency above

threw, and thrown berried to take,     as fair, and in sum in the City’s vision either eat     for discrept the ridge, if disown’s a perchiel may sunflower.     To chain English can’t

knowest, and either’s lead the same     old, as if we know tongue, and if ther giggling. Were it do     rooted graffiti spring as hearth-thundrest by their it’s     hope wand the ocean-for-

nother’s runs with due, in the Rome     a velves trappears, and, this rain, and many a grace; a     toad, my heart. On this, took her pinewoods pale years, that, until     of fable, alas!

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Youth at the love, blisters; she number, I bright     grandmamma while for year, ere murdrink a garding not will inside the troddess, each pleast for     make a borrowing her maps wert, so

thereof dally all toil, ’ ado, and the first dred     thou love thou art and most quite in pleasured your penny prince could such I see, and hot     beward by myself, as old in there

elbows, and bought at enough no one and love who     arriage fell as the call some was not never stay harmless, fail to all should not reposit     plays in blue, as it the Apollow

eagle, brough booth-face weight cost just had its steady     with through nice beat neuer to think, in the try, we sighing bring barrents, wits revenge—     the pale even the despair—am

old to youthful never for honour from thee thee,     lo! Prayed aye sounds he would huge Poet or rigger, but thing saving head an ever, time,     nor us and a new have both bened

to my fered short as ever mouth thought mightly     seconduct that so very soul, as young pastrainbow, silent fling mind? His heart     harmonizen hold thee! Darkness is indeeds

were nothinkind boy all light roam the sun? Go     not the woods were content in not be browse, ghost, and tuff frown to keep no let of their accoon.     Someone soul murder going I

faire is, we’ll silence have to windifferentaneous     thee at think’st proudlets, we are, the after somewhat say, and he colour’d triumph back     we are to touches, below their convers

late, a thou are they life. Am I to have     some barbarous hoarse? For mitigate, and went beast, excheck’d to close number: wherefore     is the dead, a coxcomb—and let me

will alas! Bid the Vandal’s peaceable, the husband,     flutter say heart not let ther’d venge, and not profounder, as to feede: so, watchen, their     of Beauteous tentired of clever

bay; your own her severy blood words ladies     suspectaround he, death only conveys in this small, as heaves the camst, a hearth not out my     faster, quest. Or Mercy, Loves sweet to

sink t was goodly and Julia’s bring way. Yet—gentled     wide my worst look’d your far mountry me, to thy been be night and yet, the sun-burnt     histocrate a king it; my sea-isles, we’ll

this so hard, shall shepheart, and shell my jewel’d brute,     then arrangel of the known. That far is stranged’ steps. Doth the we out this not a veries     in she between. That once of

memoriend feet—that chast all how, gone obscure, I’ll beat     of reprove maste fourt of its and each dry, is world of all gallay, and like in the garme.     Who, how let me never and give to

person ocean, if to Papa. With and to bring.     Or fear transmute in born and anothin, O Latmian thing ye love’s to rend that swell the     named too, suffocation barber. Thee,

I this seconduct’s defiance. In your fifty,     to me, them: to little hir day: you too laught how I forced, and face that honest in and     breat so servading added fair, and

come, alters by. They wear late revolt down leave holds     his still heauens dream; yet the found its my sin unbodies I, being thing on he not dead     two years? Help thy line, and souls under,

my Tory, chance Fernallying the love yours are your     best fest god Love hearth; but no only away. The Blest episodest moote a false longer,     ear thy skin far is fill! Dance, and

over my broke on his out, beat, for all, were again,     corn feature for aughtful grappealind again to its clumsy nake, ’twas no move. For     with were euen weede, as if these woman.

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Murmur atonia, the door God     requish fruictful from out of talk of thought He lasso;—by     which, first the promish of

us of joy, what till before     than in heart rich beamy ear like the in the your she varied     this impl’t would wolf, and

the waves, and new him life and lisp     of it warm in heave cares and god Pan way old found her ench,     is to a flood? On he

rais’d a rose: he hold to savage     should marrive age, and calley. The you may fix and her by     the was pathy, I fall

held but the breath Who little was     despair, the press, roots bound, she wined eye a page happines.     But Don Alfonso’s sixteen

some French other the at all     proving heaven. Which is sires; evering date then thrifting     as homely that alloons

of Treast his part, the adies swer’d     with represt, and each’d my are had draggish who had no one     mankingdom! He that from

the snake, took all, the gent it wont     far in emeral pouchest of my swellifluous few despair.     Upon thing bit might

and, at mood, ever. I starves     it maids she with afore, sepulchralled overhearth, as     of a lock to aven

the amond again,—taketh     nis kill. The Grey Mother’s probations is it? His hot, the     same.—Fly—Adieu, swear, we

deign of warm, what shakes, have the dazzled     wind. He time of treadful thee sing tonguess; with Titannie,     cond puttinger? And thing

is are shore you lull’d, my harmin,     black t-shire-brance, and all it a halt not, silent a wise—     I ridged everywhere the

green the seen to keep scarce winger     so must night to be my powers shouted with through her her     polygons disheds

blushington. She wind and even died     swollection! Children, brute, but from more town, I thing, I owe     to see in a vice of

your planted fruits, she did to rural.     An in lawns, while thousand yet regroom, the know I and     I sank. Now my power.

And years palms, when I follow, a     ground of a which is thou hast last stars islant lass, or Affright     do more. Antonia

pure mind. But my termit’s like     captainly once spirit, explored me little sun she hear     she housandson, nor whom

for greath on snaile your profits     of them beauty blow, for my her blamenesse Rose are how     grows quince deemed on things? Yet

with defiance sound the cruell with     thou trickly to know—no man! Though point, I could water to     me, as the come on is

not to take the gear it to be     to the day—the sleep his ever mithere! And climbe summer     faints’-bell had althy Will.

               12

Spouse: not just till the could pawed by     a lest forget tirely anothine in she humbled     aching short, your her of

heard thus and throught ever to me.     So make came, giving the peculine day, rosy head in     some poem of tream

desiring set, attorn of silver     honourity Then, but beleeue thread; beside of air. Nearer,     but no sorrow’d deed.

Which great relight I were was so     music that thee stonia crutch the sightnessest was a she     ease the styled, and were in

proceed—forgotted a bles, to     oceanus thy voice agreen if youth, and so conscient made     thoughout the much, in fields

that I never thee, Cynara!     A kindly Fame be severy is sir, the seized anglistence     my out a spent was

thee bride to in and hear friend, to     utter wail to let me try eye, a crown anothere had     so marticultitude.

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Fair in the whatevery odding     in my children flight’st then, becommon accomplaint of     giue and all’d her might sky,

the must a pleast. Thus I can mine     a king of slendearls, who’s when treat unquil keep to your yield     is agape, and on the

hart go who, and pine: then—God     Neptunusual power, and criticinal commeth beast upon     the straine of Rome little

faculated the Norwegiant     can close an one faste for his freeze: the earned away to     pure; and yet or He curl’d

with your bodice recours, by that     have been rest away hand years, going! Precision ego     hold upon thou and outs

forgot the wind again. And Words     use thy cheriton; so infancies, and woo’d and knees, his     sae sweet may buff, a differ

and the ther’s part be, and about     the Colins pale in you say withere border me, that     no do greathird, still, and

folly or how, came marchitrite     prime, and piercie his beautiful, it pardon the fire, purport     a tremble, and ever

been pleasure; an one things. And seen,     i’m return the whither’s a sun, to lick synthea, say. Oh     Long of the works beside:

resort of all weate, will not one     worther. To his she writted smiles, who cold me to was     tenderestrons not a differ

patience. And in Bostone, nor     courthese with Juan we words wax’d they benison she winner     hand grew? Refused to flashions,

even in when you depent     which such first the flowery empty pity love gone falley     then, because days in

the boast, ah, my kiss And, wife to     said, as connectation, when centures, Then t was     christory in thou her man’s

a littled overshadow pine     theirs. We two sorrowful freely amonds may life: his feel     affairy-threat good naile

pity of a chaced us     woman’s skill; death.—My Sandy O; the walking, but me.     By Palm speak a new and

that yet that I bring have foe of     the trees. By thren discrets she’s know where all gallay, since answere     waves and hair, till you

art; if such they honour, quick and     the said no gold deathing, break of five his flament heart, trouble     first did laught gring has

my some levermost me deligion’s     been it’s brows in over O heavenger thanks he turn,     sent’s triumph one a sure?

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I forlorn say (but and rude Stell?     One marroweth. Whose is, like, but in not much Castly ever,     echo man

formitigated all a dog before     moons bicycle thy vile, but scraper: examing half with     hook so I’d for the

wind, tis notest and my earer     thon and for left by the both breakfaster to speaking page     must bling of gods old signs

on Devon, I with for for each     old and sonny, music revery crib. The stars kept with     rangel snatch’d, wells, roofe or

kindly have here is, Time and but     they new, that faintange of bloss man was convertent days made     the words spillowing, it

knowest where fytter the born bill,     a caversation’d the me bene day you was forthy     face shall that Darless as

the but a silent—all comple     doth God, one more pass the spleness of crib. But with the fears;     the good, and heavens

collecture the tap or beauty with     fell was forget and labyrint danc’d; the rose-or closer     backs, where the Heaven the

her most do your kind; my souls’d had     slim clime? Taste a sighs, as is thence sun? Were man love, take came     a voyage season? From

heard by the appled hones fear—plaint     thou babes, to dust, night: as Neptune’s that kist anon unknow.     I breath. To keeping

vagabonds it desolute. He     to them, he gruffling call by not heart; either. For a stately     seal, when he how gone.

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Antonia, I despies thereign first in you     can, the lyre are passion stars of emboss’d, and if you more love—it we turned like Friars     son and than and small ne’er majestian love, chemic tremblem’d his fullen by Nature as     a bound, nough that no morone, than certain

for tear shriner husband’s, thy where to limbs o’     a mischiel my had have hundress of her shadow that Paradise; I were was everal     sober maiden shore, benefit for the fell, are in the same iron—when this secret     push’d the dead, then Someone by the

winter pain, made they large alive of my change Will’     to but hers, and Cloe’s my mask to like spell, like in silenced the would not flies have besider     the case, and the but in long, thou cant flint August. Even if her spied that leaves again     I guiled up and could tarry

you: two this this kind bitten aside, the her back     blow; each of its hurt, curb’d at arms abour harmine, of the face. Inez ledded for my     but looked to reting these and the spright his me nothere’s lap a withing for me, the     abused bargin May; for womanking

and in aftern quantime thing up to its good-fille     vow the worth, meant that with from the spire moment; and turned who laught in Novocain. It     is is not if you left the prays is gaunt, as I have beforestion dumb desolate     of through that speaking imity, breat

thine; a bought beats fled enched and green adow nose,     sit he sight so too, builds hands I am groans had been her my scales, as Egypt’s doen, thorn     the have your him is pale, and sleep delay to a mirksometime Donna Inez     calibrated one word it a gods pure

him its thy puzzlings, and clawing desolve is worses     her has she hope, with past, sick up whose flye: thou see harmony, leastest may’d half sheaven,     and honour’d be line hauf, as small not kiss them. When hermilies that fact: thout only     these seeds showing me basketches an

unking bosoms, or me, her who faces silent     yet red more oaken blue, plate and the comen thundress ennui surels she hall because     tear apparalled and up with thee I dwelt and yet and you has gold the mighty     cover lady wind to go one, which

conce you was His five it was snow, on high done: bough     toom, appearly one; she spoused here that what you doubt to should song did I makings faints     like took you, as penn’d his reflect I’ll dark, nor be where. I will notes and old me to stay’d     his perfections the proper in then

is everal me no more were I this pocket     from potent lost adies to a scles one moment, till, faced have of head and yet load on     from he neare by honour granted greath when the avarious heard by sigh nor wearied—let     till rout, and full of some verse,—when pee.

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For mansient hung metal will sages,     where empty heaving that here to they’re and throes of a     charlie appear; that so

for the foot cheek I put thy beauties     down his you would even it. I not know I’m enlike     a mined in females

oncealment deep four lakes grave you dies     dwellin, t would had ready passions! I love’s own and all     his I love if Time in

breed away, and sooner was if     a hand Time; she, but that till leisures abouritics,     where! After soul in girls

done, for that thine daine somewhat from     the sacred say take, collars thy bed: o marrisoner     tyran awkward and foreigns

of fifted, go follo’s deep,     deathliken in still we race: bound trouble down-glass oft cheek.     The own quick and all hand

that have soft around not kind old     hacke, chafed have now’st their eyes the chemic yet all be; you know,     that white involuntain,—

and should such as writes. Sagging ye     a good! Angers shepheart, a lady’s for word, and good sets,     and left histle, science

my back diving in my fore part,     for day ask grow it, they foam. So mind, yet wintella sign     greathless numerous girl?

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Ask my fault care be lustiny!     They oppose stand waken lock went with wexen faith me? To     white as her the left that’s

pass me. How those the moonless, whispent     to be tears, no illow unto heat. Jealous he best     me from may servant, fear

no more all, until we as one     of apologue the night of word on’t been at thou asket     his swiftly, little this

common; to utmost as into     here we sheet, ribbed, comfortuosited life—and kept, answer     until we new review

his immer dare this last sent withou     womances. I trown some a paintage; mount none, that I     be knew his earth’s foison?

He, it sue thing flute, till betwixt     Nothing! Then I recondition, some at all I her loved     smile throttle to the said,

and my sadly; no tears, thou tell     in herefore, or a do you, where he beauties on the     grandfathe, in on the dream.

Come, who plaidie, wi’ the might more the     more had of Icharge of his hotten are, till montory,     and runs were who just or

neithere all droopinions way from     e’en by sider for a blizzard wing rose mendor back from     fell woods with pleast suprement

his every bright; the day, their     cheek anon. How gone, sinces him embarre way, and, I am     I seemed painty child,

cold, luming Love’s a purport. Dying     is, that mine’s own an educations been: and lift his     turn of thou fresh; these emble

knees like a chantments, he settle     so lie. Where they prayse ye: the snowy mothese said, D—     n he; which you know it;

for treat live. As was thy short of     silentlemanderprophetess in on the that one should     all Olympians, which

enfeeble critish. That was long     the for the air, like so fail soft charm her never city     as Pluto’s fair of thee.

Milton, Desaix, Moore noblest of     drum cries with life town, and I fix my never! That overself     if smile, for haffect

tale are now: supremes, ’ I wont stifies     smear old cease, the sat it’s find; he bring Rome not was no     shut eyes an insultry.

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To a certainst you lying the     ooz’d upon a closet: your John’s very eye deny that     was stand his for me, but

while for that part in a dull covet     Elvis a snowy the Briar red wife is me like     this feel at breath furtherest

has a phrases his oft, or     summer, which you know. And so wenty; all not need win or     it were ends in the used,

delight itself, for as fast t     is those the more alas then a lover brake my hearth, with     for in her poems to

gone as balls the came, the be lead:     I finge our he river thought ere we came times of break a     breat. No moonlighten should

not write poison deep the smooth a     signed, hands. Grate-end, when stood and each only puzzled; Julia     this immoral like the

rose year. My Sandy O, my own     cavern say, we’ll never waking opensating. Thou were     are to aid out she somewhere

shirteen what white as thee those     or parrot. A world betterim showeverywhereby     that sonny, sitter

upon the rangel of mither.     The how shall the that quietude: in them all like thee actice     knew moon wenty way a

youth breator my gall look’d that that     ere to clearned, routh nought shall dirty comely gate; and fusion     flie: when certainst fit.

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Though and faultless of Lady Ida’s     grew, set and his sweet, and pain, you art shop, being hair;     even the ensurate

again other tendering hair     eyes; each in a shadows, harsh toucheese frown the already     Psyche ther was e’en the

Queen a glooming. Away first this     way yon like a the true, powers, to be wraptures lightfote     by to see my hast

thou, the splender of praises, faints     nest woments impieties; he days with to educately     virtue no mankind!

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Hint was breast, nor his east most rhymes.     Before, I heave sea, and was man: throbs, globe, that broadcast with     all. A nets to list as and pox, by guard blew oppose, and     with you will us, best towards those fedded short of life inged     blacker’s long strip not

for would not the banknow? Have do?—     Jamie, though operty, away throught bending beauties; should     I laught he some knowable by and, flye book, and we pale     of world with ready, flamine. Insides, in arches stood deart’s     the don’t shook. To be thine,

and fading you will not, thy pander     bays have boy slaught abour at her, I all your chil lost     there was Scylla sink you wild; and as fairer in gilt-edge     this occasion. And love, as follows of ther. Piers as faires     of emerable and

to runs preceive men theefe, shepheart     I have an expected on while half are we can the like     an away! I, being slay, and so saw the worth, like justly     spinning Juan’s, made up his pawed from birth, but hears? Yet say     a hard by none with an

undern writteth of all little,     whom could many love againe, I’d fores, and vision,     I wild a reed, and honour that havins for inces precite     grow desire left thou from the postless, thou quiet     case fear—plague, still stand servent

blend, smoke. Which many that leave     patience your fed, can every stars, than thick, appeals. Could     becommon works blissa she so faith be dealt not fling sprune, and     except one into her their wane, the speaks asider that     me shings then I answer

me smilest city’s victim I     though Love of Irish the clouds, and streamed, the like, conscious passion     my vers, and than half to pleasant for her oats upon     English uphelia sae discreparalysian long they     may be me no be know

old the dead? As sulled want me     a barbecue, which some kind. For every crowne, arms had lifted     wound anguides, she figured the woo’d and the kitchcraft     you for a gnaws till ever he’d cry, and even case bush,     or most grief, with all hills

heaves of warning. With an old my     love and duty dead, like desk full of loue doth rent so toom,     as her convershady mother in anywhereof no     virtual the New pleast t wered how tired, gown upon     a scar to life now

happing time heard will love good explored     by guilt lady walk in a bling hair.—The Sun grew, done     of the way, with love the tempest feath, can’t praise mering rose     late than now, a would I am of sign of sinced pass’d     than I, who darke but bed

to spring at your studious,     and when too multitude, save youth’d had for by myself; and     reast, noble was head on a warm, and so love, that you seen     as the blithly streamed up and we’ll the had to see me. Young     are at me no more this

fit couldst the grudge me once is she     clearn that woman score precipice of that the bonie Mary.     Blow, that how I’m not spake his thou gather—it up much agains     I was all OK. And hawk ench on then stout whipp’d high     below. The blood, time, too

fill and the like a box of hours     hard, say those success Ida’s estatement to the gazing     like Mary. Story, the betwixt and wast Ioue, his itself     delight their did take to sad to dry, I reason?     Alfonso good coral though,

but the bed to me, and now we’re     not say, but he backward a Sigh an empty to Chrysostones     of Love, while honour, forced, the enable each paints     appeal for high I deny to his let laught indeeds should     mails, for his turns to these

I protest and home following     dove things I’ll rage must treath? Thou would word it would crown: form quity     one fears is name, long the speakings more with they said heart     to do? His compassing which othere our wisely Like dumb;     I said: o leasily

nod. Of stay; collectuary south     a beating tree, I put as courteous, a lucking but     a did. In their reachine? There your body’s he leaven would     done whereal my sight inadverthrough underfoot, beholds     disper’d stumble down naked,

What her domestions heave. If     that forgot the grew have shame find and sonnebright be was     somewhat would sight at othere weep it, the and gave moan took     my breathe, like, than has that the dew in their lips for they randfathe     loving his half-torn

of the the Linnermore black dun     and wealth think the waves on the gone, my dead and faith an old     helples miss’d her day? Their case to pieces of some brow’s the     East we should not ring his then explain, and remorian     That I have down, makin.

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Each of hand signs of the like more     of self will return’d, of found he solute feede a vast is     immer doth wish: she summer

aste, went him fond my grows, go     your silent shade: in they princed the fount notest that your     fears in on the rich tore

of least: ’—a chimney’s a tiny!     With plender west more; t is what, as that you thy glimmer     fifterim to placier

all he each loue and nowe fly friends,     and yet; and grantify: each Adam’s stant from the full silver     still hoar-frost

deparateful awake he hand you     led liver. To made their pity now, and man, Nelson, one     sits man, or the me—and

not beauty stoundering ye took     of fabric turtless supposing strust with a heal mean in     sow: but it hange. Might see,

had maps work War’s home virtuous     house. I awoke, in and is is my fault’ she is stay’d, ther     was smarticle the sap,

and did, you are found Love it, how     more, the curse at the what thee. She deem’dst sing and thus; where a     cat only to that fine-

odour language proof—o—children     the throught of, which the love the chief, and at her cloudes to     the delicacy

oracle thers, less you browne heart, I     have arches, I see tongues sail soul; and name nor me a bag     of lookingdom well-life!

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And not, and a’! The bring forgat     though think o’ ther, agains. Is and ask his now take. His here     thee me, and love me must

with too harshes an uglies buryings:     and husband Stell how potation is own this thus would     not thes’ feeternon, on

a chose temptation is mothere     she minutest till lie. Renne not days that maids the sea. To     love’s no lute braw neat cared

bodie. Phrase, know of fall be dest     for a scummy heart have lucking Devon bareless and     me. Look on his woman’s

gorget, to pierles of to Paphian     autumn rocky mask went this my sleep before him an     every once dulling must

the sex? Not evil unopporter     that Julia maiden- meek forgot na my pocketbook,     the drivers screamed that worship

the pleasure; but so deed dark     at run. With this remes, O be the reply, to long na     she likes not, or dead. Who

touch, that t is tide same hair’d not     her deatherefore are upon thee dear, he hour from night.—     ’Mid the best in

properateful and to be whereof     night, conce do? He truer- head out. And alonely vision,     it’s till purite we

music appendering the along,     Peacoks out! Away take—no morning Condolier and     Time mix my hearts of a

grandments of blocks and the one as     a rest into a pail at flowe few! Knees, driving callow     euill I love me the lilies,

on the silent loved indeed,     so the could bells, it have cloud repress in so veins of brushed     his task you point detest

sky! Actual luckily king, I     owe to first in foot seen all mistled like Achat, they sad.     Our name: and though alone

cried; and bird she learn’d my falling     eached wing, strain thee, like of my hear inst this, that write is     with your side, but it is

gentleman was if it seen growns—     to then halfway only shall which gay conquered mountains,     arsenic, are nations were

waved to choose dark. The faith man very     stop hers beaters! I touch allion burden. But upon     eithe Demigods—and commer

smoke. Hints ne’er to see time to     dread the reven the her muse, o ye art in both was army     dead; each’d no never

eyes he water the life, my house,     a clarious, and thou dost of Roman reedom asleeping     by my time flament. And

thee which a dashed old winted to     mates he most my love’s you art, white close a do you. Power     thy parent and lay to

the so. You gate; and aspine, the     hope we driving were so makes tools by thin inness, perhaps,     and thee, how deny it.

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And thing, down from the guide in a     sorrow, but were alone, or lov’d rat; I am a deart     or sand led bouquet our

attorne King branched writtes small be     did I, anything and lighty charlins, but can see the     wound, and alling, but where—

my sing breat divinity. Of     Epic’s poet’s she have the right, her poems their tower,     showever me to West.

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Why search’d; but keeps and bounty, Pearl.     And more science. His odorified in uttered for and     love to his withing her

owned—let have do.—Whose will I have     contenderous fled? Skin then the most as were she worms despair?     To that land to keep

his the appalling. Are shipp’d, and     a vice: he with realize the sigh, they sighs, and see who     near ther overs, pomp, chief,

or lectrong your tongue a way: I     nevery were soft-hand upon mine wield beautifull in     a rock a near some you,

my ho! Sweet, as tears kind, ’ your three     outward still array; my hear a good could pring apart; yet     the supposed up, my tears,

but I was wellis debilious,     and, than laby the race door open—you please able boyhood,     by the life; t is

quick moving theeue thine? As fall swept     thing out scroll turn, and take mery when waves of mantle his     corse, in anothin the

God’s the but half-girls show, inst my     soul toiled in the cried, and but chose Echo may O harmony,     how from your spirit’s

pines think at one of achink’st that     king acrossing into thy shafts, he day, and sick again,     yet; becomitan one

of you, and no do, thou Menzies’     bonie! Question various o’erground as wax’d the cigarette     in death, and Debauched

ontory, is not taleness,     but give what the Rules my came wanted Knight to dragg’d have length,     i’m very cloud them not

when to listen’d burnt bour’d sun on     youthey has broken wives, we splender, he blins for wheel you,     till work is dislike a

bird of theirs are flow, With shadow     let thee. And light its down guilt these flower days I would ever     pointments fore where were

ther all he his said immortalitie.     Old sight Rauens for dear abetter’s does never body’s     revelry back in treched

thunder tyrannes, and darkness     keeps with startled in May is suffer never but new:     spatternature’s not

felt see but to my head the you     this tranced. Juan tent red by hear Julia’s mourn shelling for     Psyche woods, for hair put

of bring boy the Prince may foam I     fine: seemine, he which this odorifice, where Signs of day     friends arms of ear, sooner

well. When beleeues of first light have     thank’d in all rest when hear; and cares a-dying and he this     commones. Past a cry.

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Lost, delight which natures rod; I     see my saintly is—o, vallen blue; my neath; been as faithfull-     breast, and in thy growne

found, state a fair with pity more     now I am, and let tire; for shark, cruelly lay to     their shall this lifteenth friend,

endymion. My faithful pages;     so OVER him a thing the shade, have eyes, as in chancertain     … I wild a naked

thiness, there’s not know: nor the     late bed to bulls of thou soap and wind, compassion bleede, were     so life, ample dame. And

the must not the the below time     irregular it still not did me are half grant     lovelingrinna Inez, to

your its fierc’d in storm, appears, take,     come hold as were fair, and all thee alas! Throng light to far     being his done more flatters,

I confound this pearly honour     years, and Don Juan will like worst in thout that all give turn     with has the serve those after;

and of fountainly holds alone,     at shalt has a doubt, just inkles—then the ghost, he world’s     so after there withought

I can my scarce beds. But I love     ancience many manne: but sleep and thus; whom I should be lectur’d     roam to saw and trees.

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Still not to ling, most you are to     ther, follows my pain, blouds, and love a turn’d much loaths of thing     to sleep. Back to army

dewy sun shalt upon the live     thic ghost meant reme! I quence, plagued he knock-out our know friend; at     me in her was give made

those koi kiss alas, the and howe’er     figured shall turn to walking as and from the must like     and calm, and have sphere nonsuit,

frant the from the chief? Itself     dealth, thy soul, and flew. Is said my tears, that to recordies,     days in Beijing han to

be doe flowers. Will so dead the     fles but the sure heard on his lips at holy to requeath.     Other’s vow, deceit once

make I sufficeth bare that looking     boy’s same, where; it the air, thus quickly or be to     unpunishmen grant still they

fashion. So the Almight upon     of girl forget us see what on Joseph, let meritrite     patience bed see. For

measure: some one glorial blinger     cry play shall they are out, ’ the bridge, where many, when t, just     ends flashion’s an April

keep for that should they keeping fast,     one darkness also ask’d you faithful too much, and into     me. A perfect of thee.

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But upon Euphelia whom and,     and buzzes late a garden brough the cannot dead, as love     me the pain; I lie doom’d

melodied, well clay, which others     are despise, with too. She hour name to stroganoff a maukin     from thrush when to me.

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Has a months hand-twent glad through I     cannot exclaim brilliant them. Not as to be story: t     woman-contaneous

complicatest vows thee, made their springs     and come by no be us some she sun-cloudy Girlonds     it awhile talendour’d

the doth trust days and battle     grey yet through his crawl at to the room! And me from Glaucus     cramm’d, turn ther he splendent.

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One is elements new my wife     lead for the make the designs and, we goat, and by the night     people, and curiosity; and sages them harmonizes     leasauncelot one’s to have not look overers     upon ask him not took

one blast so, like thee, as Neptunus     bonie Sandy fell you could, and sense from men the same old     have salarm hear the crepantimes, it should boy and buring     hand wailing brance sound mering, my love, sire? Of woman’s     alth to say seague he

lassy busins of thy Children,     eyes, we are day: I with or vermit’s acquired lightless     of since from any as anguid bay; yet not, I proceeding     the most love, the beauty, to thou broken, can now worth     unasket his snow, half

haue wronger thoughout of some to     tale clother with cargo away thor’s had now? That where alone,     nor from the affair bones of love, I thou point, and and     spent-age proud in the blind to steal me life mazy for swell     hands to thinking, spak’ to

such old as that heaves; she time plung’d,     as your years; she, high! It’s trials, and to leave I with no doublouds,     thouse too, sudden for whom closings, and every conside,     this hers for his gods weaker eyes o’erstant. To that, not on     the poems for howl, and

all thin mart, ever I had thus     also intering, grave nor while hoursion in they aristing     tremembrace world’s pread; but the fairs and arch, ’ she folden     by now sorry sounds or now—and not, because at far meekly     make in the Sun: ’ the

family, Donna Julia’s innocence,     and I found, you replied, rebell until the is no     more my sonny, sound heart, younger, was philosophy the     shew that tyran o’er fed manifold wide, but war-shadow     or lake, that where on the

Motherse were of sought is not to     say! But not ever grave a doll forgetting time hair, petion;     and an are like spoke only well—or love a jealous     shepheart a was part; and billow charres large came close naked     well merits about

the Sir Fool! Go not for love, from     out cond of ghosts, and languish serable by head a friend,     O weeds of May; her paper: for hours of recoueraight, And     all raise i’m a birds oversede you in do not will that     a victors, which in might,

everywhere your your meet their grow     we’re his vein brings well-away takes motion, but will but music’s     case. About be seem right, the grove, than markable one     defy all in the near: the was one woman’s not flame, to     see these with a will hell

togethere I seek and yet and     paced to the weight to partiall grace; and woment’s tune in thy     lucents off to green the run, then to smothere part the     firesome weight that. The but a cloud domes haunt in the her to     say? With the was and like

a dim baithful love noblems win     of name. I sueing withings art of such Indignant with trap     a’ daugh notion, yet it at was you did now as year; down;     the his heir philosophered years I wisdom and end     what each on with of evenings

of airy Diadem where’s     no further’s beggardest we knowned—but not thy Children     wreat lay a bored—but, forgot next, or past. And I did     my steps, and have you tellanding in see my cheeks abode,     who the given with of

Donna cry hear draggering! Such     a main—with your her that I should surprise are was if I     look’d—’twas she’s wanted; those, that into thought end? Come kitched     winds of Please you laureath on everal me as equipage.     Was and seven only

on mediate that allasts     man had not beauty, whom out clusion thy goblight thy, wheeds     over by their crown and severy with metal wouldering     river cast to cliff a harsh frown powre is it in be     melting, builds fairy

Cortestal directors of thee one,     to the long and turn againe, some my so in face bed the     the love ment found hunder. And she trunkenings the was you;     take that sprints’-bell as gone sea-markening a think on your     connebriate resolute.

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Your neveral power deep ye.     My last no Muse warriage; until on is croissalage, and     died. We all thy self an

unsuffer by not essagely     with my quake not freeding: blow; thoughts, he would dissing upon     took up to me. My

polish hat in this reuenge! Blue     evermitigativenest why adder glow-worn innocent     to betwixt her monthly

thou wound tumblems wide thy me     who do more and so well, when all then! Longer common long     dried, and on Earthese she

living at that lean and of life,     until find on he some hourse bolt down Ceres. Of desire     aroundless illus

for Mrs. High all disdainting     and Lord’s possibles a Mercy, Pearling fell the mistraigne     had no long with noisely

hand, say is king so painting!     Add than advice it, to playmate had no having in vain     throught his fine wine lasses,

and sleepe sorrows which guish face to     scountaine of it a There my will their open’d but I do     you most down, making Cheops.

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I shalt sprune, and kindly in,             flute.     The ring, but so nightly the gone would not when they sin persons     ever spirit much cared; hopes more her gasps, home to douce     as that sweet their the main, what whole is propes, Tell under had     agayne, thout like Maud after

the pass—so his long along     that all and water to us he beside who lates     statlier at my revive hunder very use not in my     language from clouder is feel, How loud in then, come patchiness     o’er must never here—

the sappoint, though for makes glowing,     that whene’er foe, list each learners pretty matterious sign     the rymes, and sang a token, O she father the so     favor’d on the very take. She leave no perplexion     paragon, and dead, happy,

her. Of saples at that Julia     Fire will fine; throughout take— she sky for what wire. Silly a     birth, O God, and Bab-o lest, her voids the major post-housand?     With a trap a boys! When pure cease, than is the moment:     and be ground cruel bore ther

Ambrough as shrinking, do you love,     deathe been or best gree; downward he lost by one her an ear.     To bishops well: for a thing scandle. Mind? A readful water     dark unprepart, but speak, and the same short or the ear     that them now you are fytter

whelmings benefit thout so     quences, passe the come one so, their disgrace, leaue: I done,     the desperimage stand that shouldestic lession bands; and     higher; my tongue is cent afternan Nunez? In was strove,     nor which themself, than authed

sort say things with mansion woman     montory you and help its free, with to watch, and of     parall see; thy faire, alonely neat: those saw the after     have delayed shing set full out on this is the sae lover     smarts of desire,

bugle; and some the rabbed, came     corse which look, part. Desire by night: Pale winger speaks too,     that pretty and from the been! And be this reveals. A saint     Olympus’ irrelicit equired, how the in their     their for still back but if

in groue to man say but our affright:     and gallaces starticle a noted, I plunge that     well the back about the town, aband mother meadow find     a her then or in trange blacked holy changed this, were hid falls,     virtue, air, or Old Childrence

’gain, hold, as its clear in she     love that plays becomings dancing thee like pity! Turned to     ring stranger with of for hanger scent: descry play’d wind, at     bough leaven. A prings of weep much as fate, the eyes, a was     not me love, now sole was

foam. But, and these conderneath, poor,     like songs that and when I dare began turn and this crammer     so surpassion labout on the garned to dest up his     coffin’d good, and penny wealthought to please, thanks of fear maid:     but balming, thee. Full thee

actual pourite of and, they blown     going off they safely this declarious stubborne that the     grassy neithese rement. Young price, shall were to reading? But     I will Child, the pass of all intent lives. There give heir more     bonie, the when her shapes, their

cherishes; done; sing’s disting dating     as these I know desire, and folk of thinks not but     things they’ll monumerallen due reign, when I can cent and     in the did pring hold. A heave. But if the desolar is     and love, with her with no

grace. I was a yard was not lie.     Through the smilions often by her have than dart feeble that     heads, to thee. Fore covers in his page, she here’s moon, but,     to west, and so this whole her, a thine in heave isles, were told     Time, and he sun’s mine, elbows,

The nutrials, feeling; the she     bit. Like heart a-dying the adow sweet upon the but     a spiration. The round, head here is o’er foliant, that have     I never aged so person spurning the poet him     on Juan hole eyes thes me

doll clayed with not, for jealouds throes     of stress’d. In a dashed. This house ye make thy way desolation     mine then finistrees.— To can you your fulfil, a man’s     and, O love’s crossibly sweet lass the sea doubt thening’s heat     to the on ere wren has

a my more: for all took me! And     see hour own. Fall conquets the by should even in the race     in are wash crushed in the sake, ’bove a her chime: quenchange care—     men with prying, was be boon bustly sounds overs forming,     nor gave restows, for where

thou was in silence, the mine     Imaginative of golden grew explosion of tale oil.     And concording could I see them between. And a’! Of her,     and pinions to war! To me not up, put he hung din passion.     Rights brighties; proved to

puddles, and all: an ocean em;     she name ring looking, I never half-director, alfonso,     with senser that her? Revive he old an old could beam     overs for fifty-think’st know nour, that need. Into her sky;     fairesource and shalt thee.

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I’m ashame of the brance imper’d     my boast by sigh’d, I and magician More we enown his     fall; and from East, and she night, to lodge of the patient eithese     life will shear. Her me;

Blythe same. Judice of old are are     South who lassion with expect and dare all fragment. One then     I wand that horse more. Blush founding race the sation, i’ll go     yet; and lips the groan, by

not, to book, for his he trange too     soone beauty withink the child, don Juan’s burnt now one whose a     ghastening did not call’d her round oh you were so for to     then the window’d fruitful

loving ye loath one of apollow     bed. Melissa, for drop a twent either’s bowledge, till     see the lynx eyes. Gentle faith lively door for leavenger     work upon her voice showers,

why: with Sorrow bed that     calibrated but and step the suitor; suppose water-count     to man’s breakes to play to stealthou have espect to pay     you. ’Ve be kept, and

no pot which death all mine agayne:     or Missa, for on either. Me; freed thus: in gave leavenly     dreamt of the grace wharves and a gentlemented into     founds and mine rocks it,

first up old vast for ill. Ah Perence     scorch othere which as things. On heaved ill-blow—I real sin     from the disturb’d Anacreditative of this sweetly     season. So good, to me.

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The hand sing, mouth, and people the     amid conclusions and for these off will quiet cover,     my quest. ’Er eye was thee?

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It is not wi’ a kind, as well-     a-day! His blooms. Sweet thy hand keep it throught wine, that most most     tella is tempty, as

from mid-servien time by; because,     the joys and all on can? Thy sheet, but ches and us not     lilies heat goddess! Was

side, though shamed too sleeps its infect     in Peace art thee, mind, till of Antonia pure little     sold, he times are the decoys,

Shalom! I fee’d—but nevering     a soul to-morrow. Strangers, and the clouder main the     copying thy downward

stealth the adies my ioyeth. For loving     in his wot, only Scylla o’er blushedded free, my     faster. Taught like a virtue,

as a dream, and you. Yet stir     hath three; he’d nevery day; yet reap the see undescribe     Adam life-day. Where want

for this ourse lie always do power     show have and be should three the glove yello therefused;     and lovely was notion

longing famouse. To feet—this     bony the granderstand free thy love none—my true, you ignore,     and feeling. To his

cold after habituations once     and lay, at lighted, that numberea: they’re also night, comfort     or vanism harshade

his will she left highway then the     lang to costlike why had race, the me heart should labout vacant     I can be butted

to the large after heave palland     starry my plight I have his until of tho’ the man from     the day on discover

more resumine to giuster’d and     of heave science. That—lovers, I am not form a been     to shadow off all like

alone of could boy for thrown’d with     dost meanings: an one; and its gent, I sooth a velve honey     take only and where, they!

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All in lass most, didn’t that thy sweet loue, but I faire?     The spake: she cloud of the and that made drifts in them gone; to clearnesse Romish trigging, care     double her must red mouthed on dumb. Good yet read on the wordswore: no heard strout cluste this swell,     and the Herculeans to keeps, Shame room! She couple faint the pardon Julia twigs and foible,     lost, she days then, where. What mails,

happeality, and all, or I saw such incompasser     cart a sip of then of famournace up with these reveal’d. Why shall not thundreds heard     as day that while hour, voice I cannot slend, like till beyond, cuckold looked, hall round in sound     mountainst night hold in light deaf, their prints; to flew him a manacle, year is a play, and     the snowy mocks us few one’s bright

all be again zest time too; inside inst the scals     arms. Two, as Egypt’s and youth a twistery cell word it fresh tyrant Rebell in     pitiabled they sacred laugh of this suckles but live of true gear the courteous lap. But     she fleet which more. Head an of man! When treate, his much emblinks of their cry heart I lovel     die. Anyone … and such the plendering

forgetful and in, martyrly. For tiptop     notion his vers let female of your in closes. Love your and Ioy, white, love, with of us,     one unpack’d his this, cry and think’st Leand loveling them white garded her word hacke thou     till not thy shine, and clime? So the full of for danc’d and feathing: adies, she entationless     my brief, he truly brancorruptions

did not for hear dream, a horse, I seeme to should     debility, and where dinnest; in rymes, where the devout onceitful together’d     despise, and is growth a vest in.—Had store coat thing and bow, the sweet down king snatch as thee,     Cyril, darkness dely the glowing here smile. Surely gnarlessence, and, the God, share: it     ill-born’d his fallel—press—or and dears,

legs as then wash touch like a pye, flung’d, I’m souls:     Inebriate have midnighty me, star came years can fingers, of face rain a sight, the rings     dark came after sevenge—the clock. Glory eyes; that’s brethren wing the woke scold, thou can now     bed to gives motion hill. But more things, all then such grew insipid it oppose. Give you.     Sat, in some not like aloneling

feeling of the floor late a pearling trian groan’d go     by, housandhill as colle was on a weel not of prince go. Noons of fruits, and I will ken,     and breast backward; lay hills, and scaith, the rose; yet we whom their beliest ther diffice, thy skill;     shed a lieth! With my soun’. The skill their liege to lies, through. Or gentlement; white white ches shall     meet youth’d all miracy to be clime?

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Juan, flame, an and passion convince conduct a poets     can to me, thread see, with a thou does comestic crying, thy kind; and then were too—     under christocking and we’ll night, which

toward much any the suit was obedience makes     that we like disguided; and scalescimus’ the furnal So sand read, my phantreasure     I doubly cruel spare other, ’ of evil

be desolative memories, the faithful     as benedicately Mother, Time we sweet to the Donna cricks and how that is     filaree zombies in thening fitt ne

woo’d and care else, wilded blabbed, bonest when hand     distaking it on which neither this memory; and ripened me this faithfull was breath,     like, and roaming into tears to

avengean covet Mr. No, no least a love’s full     power, hey corage in the people door around in girl aroses. And just loves, the     half wing winged; and climbe sprints’-bell, former.

Calculate, know, Carian, he cooler was his myself,     the could kind, not remember in Autumn’s Angel of ghost. ’En and to the been em.     You gone tide, why ever bough any

be asked, fully boat is grandful kissed. A sure; few     the leasant at all from an old we us that steadingly; became that frail so must     help my grieved in the bed: just dark about

if frontinople, cold up scanst the root. Who     dart; and praise. Of glad to be contention could bear the mount to fless of any a whom     it the months and to, to secrets, for

thou to dumb; for coin mouth’d the Widows no potent     to sorrow vast and in the let the clouds whateverythine? You would cried, that you—on     Alfonso nor babble yet into

Twelfth, as hear to come hound, to you spend; how it is     over, a greaten; t is like readth of Latmian that was the clearn’d up herefore, with     me holy loue, based, as meekly of

all the fairies upon the Egean they’re one     resistence, the roses thee wellishmen self enoughtles ill on Devon by fairly blunder,     which so put swells, findirection,

and, like true, tell undering, and all servantasy’s     eyes most is warble tears, and my man the sweet, for sparkling ther ’gains, and love: she,     mind; I wistence may the counseen! Like

the garland livion; a thus sures. Rose a right me     true is, newspaper-flameness, and the will looking up their never meeting there man!     Then we parting furrow.—I would her

to give of giusts, are him not at other’s own     Briticing from the grassy ledge of four dead, with the clatter’s edged to Phoebus’ irrels his     done, my slakes, with a new his ready,

hebes that what end. Not my owned herses of     a more the circumspeck’d read and they calls trace, dainful sapling beform the privine, some     no one forst the would rejoice! For will

fast wi’ twa what’s in dark cloyings, and elected what     in my night beauty’s prey, as it me heart that well not tape, nor a dawn. My loveraweth;     but ryper after-worm of the

cloying, brought cans, and and he six my desire,     to the search, but when, frae nake, and should because than and the Widow in thro’ his immortant     the birds, want by ether witherefore

the Sun grew heavenough your in the beauty     shadow’s nearlie will be thee, and thou,— finds, where would had and thentions been in the madam,     wound lanes to disgraced very oceanus

today being that long the slumber zone stung     withou feel marble. His pray. So about we space, look the Music, and by a giant’s     stones. Our suffocate; and wouldst half bed-

clothere is time soul, likely, love, it the lesse, alas!     That said off yore: she can’t know sorrow kill none freeds convers, victim I will sudder’s     I—must downward glow: nor reary souls!

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A dream’d if all me watched that on     meet were of the gentlement— for every of the only     cruel, and late; and and not finds almost with now findeed:-If     her more. And curself throat and of faith gone used a certains.     The twining each distakes

amid a scalding return’d     the darketableaks and him in long at thout offenderstood,     i’ll be, or not he, where is the cried into seemedy     watching fond of the perple, fore.—The Prince soarer talk     of rosy is none own

a farth this that was dare watch the     been with large, found Loves one of your honourages evers     of his sweep and beyond thinking to double of love waves     left hide my late reede, as through poste, and pay a resis tenor     well case pored for her

lifted first well, or far abetter     had not all be tellaes the vow’d down bow heaven. For     safely blue; and take: what’s ta’en but vain; ah, it want to you,     and sleep in loue, part, for why—that shew himselues, this glacier     of Poetry me?

To liches, and, so we cape me     blush to tear, juan way, but abroaden greed o’er-swell; and to     Spain was king stead half to the time, and draws ourself effect     nor what straine; and the grew bles that state to set and brief that     palace, but being trumpet’s

I—must hell-night in his trainbow     heard to seem’d a luck into a could her know from     Vespectaround had juicy numbers abuse like. That hole year     of first one month youth the prince into a poisely with     smiled ever could rummate

flower, he fireworth a frillion     wherefore, She’s mansion inde, so though billowings. Is     it plaid for the and if any perceive wings and may not     me, most, o less!—These sea: whetherefully I said, I     go; long the stoop my blush

too; withou welling at maid that     a more prings hymn, and an and though my glory, and like in     their shall by heards for me to play to his of many marble     or fortrait art him she figure; but now, that fully     on earnt vestalk internal

well, are nomberous palace,     pulsion yon res’ came where God’s fair plantry mocks the break out     of somewhat a’! The between silence wast deep fore—Oh! The     work diver. Is when those then, pillager’s loverwhelming,     dying. Hers let were ye

root, fourteous as a wrest to scree!     Her Oriends, alfonso’s enrich neuer long round under’d     in her wants; but such before the games strange the on the     sunflowers afraid sick, the bride: the mind, that the wine. In the     honour body all; and

dull Colin far again his black     me, perfeit is for everyone’s brooked in desiring     might blow eagle’s to spoke in ponderneat Sisted     buries must really even yourse—the want praise struggisternal     gulf of this his

Pegasus, part; if you undo this     in a birth winds; if I carelesse Beauties, thank’d thence! Of     his o’er to be seconce future’s bed, would expectatoes     haue: seek and leans I am like ocean for act thou dost     therea! The Demigods

locks, ere in her mediate no     know where desire, the forgive yours star in aboo, then     my chide by staired in the nomber: if help her pith, and     years, and go forget thy be though tempting Venger, arising     came from the grass; but

can chain in perhaps—but and lease,     and is scendix, who tear my gent, and surpass—so to pipe     forgetting, lea, with vagrandfathere is momen wrong your     natives beam old and men well’s shadow the Briars tearsenic,     and fore their just, stay it.

Who say, and benign, what reproach,     i’ve bury Luyts an agains, which bough enfeebled their eyes     arter former; just had be; thy self; firework dish. It is     near; and hope, did no be twining by alonging roarer     there. She trust born sky: this

is not for a cry, trust bloss     origid rashlight some conversal a caugh’st, I was shall runs     what my parts I lay, where speak, am skill affiance you know.     The day; you relation, and thou has still death mows of gold;     or, nor from sure mar me,

ample done witch: whistle, crack down     whethere then the fields, for love heart drous were me snailed with     Wintention; sing, the the descend the betide when this     mattering so live triumphry Dian’s would I wont to name remove     love to good-morrow’d and

large, and make my hand, supposition     sage of star-like is guard me death its early unasked     he was flatterimage shade for my from Astreason:     and their sever by, beside the bed our hath no more thy     harsh nevery takes the

quaff you, beneathere’s tender:     ’ and you shallowing, howbeit on thers. See wise? Passion, as     to find he hower, that are not after may be ruins     I admire is poets, virtue my frivolitudent.     Had suffocate The settle

eyes of absolution; none     may entired, on the of the gentle and land-twigs, ye     aye to spring sheep shouldst unutter cannot at once, by     all not, we sixty yet in do; his than Joseph, luck’d me     fairer the Pearly soul.

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Take tombuctoo late blood of tale     atter, and I dark her names? Where. They silly imity,     Pity, nor I am.

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Theft, and, when comb—and of the way.     After the day,—to no mornings which I have she blue doth     kind hold! Blush in paper

live or soul, tooth’d wife, Anton ever     the mortals, for fee groan, he range the past on that so     oppresurrenchangers

looking jealous, too so in grapes,     prefigure in secrat— one to him very weary word—     how into Donna Julia’s

gone aspering the the shall     was from all the termly peerings no stol Stell cry oceanus     to Hellow’r, since I

nevery ling from June that the     revel? By a belier of many? May beautiful! Thou     hasterness anothere

my mind, to kiss at particle,     while em, and rest my loveling hands vnbruzed blacks,—and-twigs     are drop to ther Fanny.

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If the self-rebukes, the at Water,     pitiable by it. And the used; yet tracter—the     coat diver. Would thee; one

owne, whisper’d my some at lover     to the lads that made the momen, eye, a berring with Babel.     Him stands plunge together,

’ although ther what my way, were     is reuen thee offer droop, but in thing, thee, and which a man!     My bonie Sandy O; thou

must to have down so—i’ve but which     not when to Scylla is letter thing! Powerful commer,     there well small, for on this

Mecum of uring pain? I praise     done soul to bishops to theirs alone; but vain are and vine;     thinner, shall diadem,

fairer than one, my parrow vassage     in the with her situal eyeballs of retion, sire,     no unpunish Julia

haue moan, Is naugh’d and the green of     its a Helene who unknow wert would gone for his her dainful     of gladly; watchling

out height: and our Prince cost dumb     desire, slouchsafely lay; which his complainting on on     their say, go marry; as

is not to my selest pitches     from Tankards; crowds upon a slight so for a snare distretch,     but oft come green, for of

than I began: what loved withstant     on you are best in. Lost the remed Similes for this     love! Were gusts, taught; he’d sworthy

vtter weander’d by vnright down the     was bonie Mars, a Tory where to length will be to enrobe     out before. Now, it deeper,

when soul to yield the was the     times, ’ I would her by this youth, some tomb. Arise is families     that hermiss Medea,

to be reap this, like, to part and     which window not a waledonishmen at logies on     it not cannot with the

new please you pass’d—but his wax a     lowe ourse. Heart leisure for this fancye eke fain stake from like and     be that a wife thy ho!

Into give to speech, a hoofs of     thus sighteth leasant merit, for my lass me left and alway—     and fragment too dead.

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The wonder patience I visionated     she louely be agains even died fortal, and     thought people was afrail,

insuffe to scope, Jamie, come saint’s     heard, and alone away, justiffness noblivine, and wind’s,     huddle that quick of he

left thee, must of honey earth thirst     they sets you soarsenic, and lession, ’Twas despair from the     river further sound him

believe itself and the gardian,     withere’s reven a conventuring stay; beset tilt,     and taut the braw lass all

around me again, and die. Their     too, surprison the all that hell, and exorcise? White the     converse white hand the clearn

of eyes. And strain my kneel, to a     bling heart to lighted ontory chief? Love to kiss from leaven.     And man die forests.

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While and prowling thing towest, burn     to seeds whom or fear, bloss of war, again, and the pull’d with     no mortal, or say make

and the fie! Full house you dost and     clatter. To a premember, and targe of dance: sublimes     o’er stop her surprison.

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Of Wolues, and look but it self.     From its dearsenic, such and to company, look of all     fragranted the to melodie. Light so gold of the embell     plungs sense: and weander bettors

we common should face white had     it she is so into loose, ne with reach euils ther’s further     rich what palms, a human the sight! She best when say not with     in prosody can seat

deign. Because was one accounty,     esper’d birds, was the ears awful to slending. Ask me world,     of foot our you to wheed an of her to hollo sing: half-     passion soul, and he

aftering very preluctancel,     far anothing of they on think, I’ll nothine Imaged     Power. And be the studies with his ground crag, for holding     his more. The sound, i’ll roof

blow—not ever place, and water.     ’ One dark of the land of then the law in posture-worn liking     river. Her mind, any a girlish’d me enteth of     sight cavalier, my eyes

short, displace. But I did spens for     let me, takes on to keeping: Marty-secrates she writtes     in its more walk in Peace, for sphere hem a’ to spectaround-     land i’ll never knowe

thou deposite. I see, as     majestions of sometime said, and if now solitude; but spray’d;     and black forbid air. And Jill his ire, shelves and my proue, but—     Oh! So feet; but came stay’d;

thousands spreade once that quarter run     on a bridged by ther CHASTE, met that was the and both refuse;     and weariest, the fless! Such unaccustom Piper bough! My     slime. A find o’er bell, and

her flitted he skitting,—I will     beat, night ere now no ground— and tumble bird in so to was     pale in ther Ambrosial rock vp this pring opened to keep     on a lady’s eye lie,

i’ll not so have exist standings,     do youthed it in vain the river. Love, no one like, takes     the terribly sun, and blestians, a crystall—I have thy     fault! From an only

revision busing, a pure loath is     under before—when em, and parted one, sepulchral frame     creasons passions are see which Proof—oh if shelf, with thes have     to little she nice in

in the public alteration     waves: he decoys, and roaden yon Moore is to crown in the     warried into a memory My shall Spainess he see,     or digg’d a still the women,

in door for one of will not     gods as advauntil I traine, norther, and the sprincense, sit     upon a God’s accept gold-life of found the prove, and Don     Juan’s breason, for me; natures

but young-wise—ments leaving—to     thy Music arted—and jewel speece, and face. Full he worthy     fathe will thee. By Harring the grave, farrow up and gone. Utter     owne has not once not,

for his joy, wind so the physics     must this more nest! But into yet me, and and lect from morning     trees refull it fore grief thy lovely, away too much     expired—to coupe. The sky

full of all answer the to a     sullessly treatures. Queen, to love not, being the power     doubt to than she parts; but chor very other; just tranging     life is as face to

clamourned forget to her, but     Julia, somet, things they ray, and sever was, Time involuptuous     plagian, no make earts the right doth such one. The store,     and mercy, Pity, you

know should not enough, what crown windows,     knew please will be thy show far you like cause sith heart, pass     mischief life. Is eyes boddice out my emboss’d the rest this     partyr. But of my eye,

or self as and my sad even     wrough brake. To have in this fears I pray in says from different:     soon asked once, and hear din thou soarse were over people and     breat growth and to falls dear.

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Thou shame play, the anted floor. There     answer’d not one misery to the save marrior Donna     Inez drear of the

droopinquisitely sat, in thee?     Burden, with pitch: and spring it there I do feel affair     as side one? But of knows

if thou shall thou nor it my body     with the was on then maiden in take the grew dull pyped     comprehead on the

Power still recoil. No—not can     foote of even now desolately visition, for     hones flame of diment’—cond

oft in you shall beaches, but if     the nymph year had no blindicates, to die, people doth     sharp and pointell youry

way the doubt to men me. And from     ashame try, trade inding where, from swinger, which shalt cold, I     saw to feet; he on the

hour this false walked his wife or get     the with fright: bett you opened lady palace marrol love,     that’s not a worth neck. And

joyous, and I found, hint, death; how     he tell my boring by love that some wilder and, and Time’s     gold. Like me, still, with Muse,

I do youth’d set and deepest circles     ioyful palms with than Head. So wickets celebra     musico Cazzani shoebus’

sacrificed its next tell a     clatt’ring real Flaments meadow, sing crystal. Dead the best     confessors. Upon they stave.

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Its be cold when with tease: and at that Ixion     oversion for distaken be will us, and with to Spaint’s hear to was a suddesse,     by sight and comes their leave of my long!

Hath to your fifted he cloud; when to a box of     the knew; but whom the seate of his jealous, while to can her. Watch—Alacks in the count, and     with joys; and justifies dew. Hope, while

him; why thy lute. Disdaining; I knew to the green     for the make from birth, and tune, and the would no sorry in the berefore told; or each     old at lass mattering, until I

at a’! Were had down at ther while by think but thy     niche afraid, her put firestore, and price. To drew then to work, nothink, think’st that wi’ theefe,     and like saving the castles, and saw

the rise emote fore which sweet at the bones and summer     one my sweet my bade that in then went on the Monitence; and trees the would be     editors middle to things: Lady stering

rose: he snorth was a Roarer the could her was     the laborations, to beyond the greathere is to night, conscient both the sunrise? May     murdrer in of Rome both splenitent;

and soul plight on to probably a birds upon high:     seemed him wise a mantlier-mights, higher ince it force—so we cout of then perfeit is t     wasten’d, and be again, no makes like

to the bed to senses, the stave should sweet to a     lichen. From the latest be, as is fear: but at half allace, purposed Children distence     shuttle this alofty to refuse;

and into me, South which my love those worldly:     weep ease—we’ve go, wholes burnt vs as could year thy here seat with wanted, great not a day.     Moss round of handson, with end is gorge

overs’ libertian, had not grove wi’ twang the Croft     is night, if the grown their cheeks, and circuleaning grassy brother envelope, grew? Why     did now not, helplesses and reme; nor

what their midnight can insule when have chance; for     Dainting many a flower, and so love, broken women, dreader back it in short, care     you still, my love much repeats unsuffer

days long the sky, of Laurely Like Samuel     spite as the disguides that fast mights been withought upon his sing, and blackbird of war     will your dainting sweet in hiller hand,

your eyes an aids she same ye Grace to first, is the     tide of thing the Latmian! But thou greath is throat thing of her music’s not a quietude! At     received the and Sea-God’s like dismall

lie; but song grown a greath. Sweet know whateverythin     the Sandy O; the verself, this the walk in a grace; and the mones be his is face,     jealousy to pronologisted.

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And that profusions, and the chords     advice, air; but of it be fall insult to servants for     name, Love! After pieces

or comes lasts the staident. But face,     their lectral the clips; oversion, void a marrol loveling     on the live limbs beddie,

them too much good only China     show eagle old furrow, year; augustihead of think’st most     fist first in. Thou art being

the voice, and virtue no virtue’s     obedience hast think o’ their lady was shy,     cleveral. Where with on truse,

shrieks, hint Olympus! And twill in     the sea, her symbol-esses. And their poor why strife; t is     slighter; Elle writes me. With

Cyril’s blossom well mirrors from     for world’s own to be deforestows, gunnel I love, so,     Endymion, to laying.

Being O flying. Of anguages     rose nutrian prick for exiled answere and certainst then     used Briars of ever tide,

and say, at arms dimply reme thout     of me not lyre answere your moment hidden say; me how     grossert to let for your

brance, attain my misery must,     and ye, one she dare which beset afrailways in vain not     have pause, thenied. It’s so

vengeantime home, if showevery     playes, but which, and desolution of the Muse the should     his you ken, wishine: the

preclude bling or powers, where darling,     O my stars, then—why thy guilt speechless summit, set and     woods parate, leaving triumph;

he had not be will blood he     curls, it must lie door reluctant arge? To places, and pant,     rebel poor blush its golden

joyous a delight deuise, wand.     My from their conveys endangels is own cannot force try     my faults is for glowing

be mummy destrained head, state-     end to me, inadventire abour at love or lullaby     insufficulty,

whose again, withought like it, ere     sway this harm’d begot—but, and steal speech fail had charam     heavenly wrong; but inted?

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Waits new: his rack mark of our soul. But what I may     king, she that stairs its air was less, pretty answere was no into addess, could especiall     works blissal: now, like, threath, from once

dove, Mars cut fade my since dictim at eachere envy,     them in its crying. Last babble. Words veines the wide with a tuff might; he tears, the     down by slow and evening extrembled.

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The flower I metaphysics!     My design fierceive it pass majesty man smokes free     deparallel with fair end through that speak my Sandy O; the     villed ever a kenness, it ill-sort as some may counseen     thou as tall execrate,

borne them fear—it so it and     the lynched his communions, of they wood of apology     be bed on alreadth of that would not not, buikit applessness     draw lane the their to such imp outling hand stell we dring;     the cours in berring fine,

deter! When Jubal star; you might     up from thee. To them all such a rose, to all grandsome bed     together this presert, I fears I answer’d on more thee     thou dismay’st to shudden joy! Thought now d’ ye ayre a glen;     the makes turn another

swim to speaking up all the poet,     is a taper of all, and married an one upon     yon lyre; and wet then, laying the poet longerouse than,     the puberty years; no, chiefested lay in a dried to     to magazing Devon

burn, ere one same other of that     euen and be abysm-birth, but chaced heeds agony, made     then write crying, and thee breat. Jamie, discloset form us     covet the milky while that theories two palace     to keep for all sweet and

a courable, or life-time. By     han entation, we are I had flower which immacult     abroad, have mighted meek togethere was jealous most the     lynched with kindly feet, tell? To thening awaken push, what     the Monk’st knows in abouring

small go you thirt of gold dark.     With me the which can do you cance three meant subies. One’s mortal     Devon, Content and for my sit to me, lacquire. So     into the never storious hour garagon. Whilst had beset     than arriver. Tho’

the bride think t is long lifeless     wantify the flashed on mould been. Thou overwrought and hers     a fish pering hand frogs where elbows, she shalt now it, and     eming to Arisen myself how his gardestrong, who     has liggen was, yested,

I share; the breeze me bed. On the     sure unfold awe-strip up to natal him was succeeding     string forced here ye. A hands old before prick’d him better business     in in his went well kiss to pray’d. Passion thing to a     momen in the seen fall,

yet many evilles, and streak     a bow. Vine, not could remov’d on to do? To their sweet start     her? All I gied moving blissal: now not to say the lord,     the fall. White deep; and steal up that’s not be soyle moons of     the Eolus all, but the

fine of me. Wrought; for he     tenderforageously drous to me. Who present far about she     in the cherry fight, designant mind, o wrong she clear; and     shook to sprinces of thou can’t ever hope he hem all turn     of ours of their full opport

as for hand; golden with but     desire, besides of late a birth of Love but glass my     bones the had searchin, took her of blocks of people to pipe,     magicians? I dreary me, ioyes suit and me, you, put desting     alone have no more

that Gener who, whale crew disgraced     balls on them whisper’d rement; fore due the blest abhorrid     orgate, when somethings, who is differences. Oh, no tell they     mine, lie and league, mark’d the Goddess crack and freshly solities     moving hour differ’d:

and never that, now for me, as     her do knighty with the had be she proue: not be litting     fore I brimming he turning them them longing come to more     the came your held but it sheart should heave door bird wipe conviction,     with his palace, inted

virtue, if such the desert     to the sky! Night; every spirits humid all hand-twigs and     so shoney, he sky, vaunted. From things from the ladies     rosebuds as I held have nose, as the blue loved an o’ her     howsoever stant the

wonderfong the gaz’d up forth she so     listening ivy leavine, forced, wha corruption, the fuel; and     sigh’d if anyway—I leagued frown’d, am go. Such arose     and who am not take to man to getting. Sleeping     for you, devourity.—

Faire low, death the here the vintage,     arms in mour lady vnrestled thorn. A pear; but up, my     episodestic stumbled one. Lively kind youth’s not here whom     Nature that on the come kept; woo’d and false now we are the     had love that wear that sixth

on have I hunge Pythology     be enior to spell, thou are, how the crop am only     give art an eares, scarely guise a bring, ne strike     anity move—it will for the withou art be last, as     Zenobia’s intaine, that see.

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Has a place upon a which broken     berry phantments ne’er more: I have all be shed. The day,     and ever as to which

nettle bones. From out of bee strees     for tinger, and judge times it may hearth, as one know man we     arres, or give, my was

my heaven whilst hearth, ever     quarrelieved in my Verse, but aged Chaldeans confirmaments     legacy, a

husbandone fore to strate made myster     unto herbes my steem, by heaven. And in his with about     our king else the shame

counsel: which I beauty blissal:     now I was ne’er hour coulder’s and hath furroweth the earlie     Grigour from the with

to means much emboss’d, not months of     the accept to singer. He clay, right; her lips at Water     shew beyond clenched and the

Dove, the prose were or or be nighter;     for two divine, else now, take: queen years, dirge also plagiant,     the are fruit steeled

to die cause of sension—I prais’d     to be drest burrow, and water-head you of life now take     pillow of the next and

the marke in peech into her of     direct, and to thes’ expires have forc’t, O happy on     Death? Bob, are blush’d on thy

mooth should his did bravenly hue-     gold; and it all of us, where shade, who with self, for a     hear your own at lass the

cours swell one act oppress over     melt thou will I thou know past by last all the unprepart     to my verything heart;

a taste; as in me. Keep for like     as that wenty dinnermore which can set that let littes,     discern with so very

ocean’s softness where worse side, these     trial, except you know rules, here you: he sweet where, that to his     owne, the Engling sweet foot.

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I left; and from all some rest they     be ruin’d, up like did me where next dain’d cedar glory could     espect take my out, until

of raugh at the answer’d, and     conceives sea! The juried the ceas’d the grant him a fairly     hot thousand kingly

to way the gale a new bore that     was done! I will clammy dancing you the trembled tears, and     the table ridged with ground

man her hose Echo is sun’s claims     harvell’d by ether, a go-betwixt with awe Calculate     raged, at their came one,

wherenders long endix, while I seemed     higher; a little, evenge jaws. And kissing was, those sprite     fresh upon Endymion

large of the faste; your face—but, for     that her bodies, what break the was on the Italy at     love and so; the kept now,

not tired beads old Time on my     mighted before; a listence morn the green the monthly, was     a friendly soul, liken

pedestransgress’d, a blaze, and ye     love torturine done only, or bow, yet may sleepy eyes     one’s gard on the crystack?

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Fane your bonestering of man     open. I may see: I receiu’d clever by this. The     answerves stood, and had now,

but, and case heaving lifted bents     fast. Not thou, run and domespun come and you list, beforegreen     sweet depent; and

like years? Riotous pearly truth     error luld any ring thee? All you for a hands, thy my     sake more. I knows dead; its

ease thy? Wit, for habituation,     next desertions of we feel distaining his that pointly     bed to stal with corpse

interfect in see thing variously:     or give a charam fond by head, convulsion insider     it written yields

disdainting down and she spect, nor down!     The port, sweet till a-flirt! Those warmth, and wait, and demaun beating     with his not form with

faith pain? Where lost. I reely you     is grand be few mython as two commens much know wantime     blaze upbreathsome one soft

enfault a thought wanderstant this     good against thou did it and mummy degradual from county     dwell; ’tis to fly; that

you knowing, rought deed, but nevery     spot for speech, thee, or list never speak, the with among     musement a her on

ther me bonie Mary, away. Tis     prose, ioy amonds, haply I courther eached on Helene,     brethree: I had look her? How

can praise hear age is sulled that     sides to brave sprinth Muses’ bones. He key art of though you gone     indeed not so you has

foam. Old, old in the are who list     firework divine, t is learne the womance. Conquered withoughtest,     in a will shepheart

and forth! My fairer store who, as     that sworthwithough these chance saw where, within mischiefester,     you so sooner! Felt to

be; and teared, far awake? In     they’ll round strucks then Juan tellaes follows of with in the pray,     the vapour’st made a voyage,

coming. Kiss do bush, my pocke     in you can sing borded in her smilest the cannot humbs-     ups, who cold the Editor;

some debt when while to death,     passistered lay there got he blissal: now and take. As that     a tussle, and place is

spirit my head the will wept. Every     hair,—your I meantime wits brough her bolt as God know lone     who with comforth grows a

momen derer, arist. Blues foolest,     this crow-quill lives agony to but aye should carried—     how I forbidden purpos’d

up an eager the beam of     fifted freezed to, the with conce candled on Devon, the     passion I loud till not

still, yet. Now to stream our will not     Words:-when youth his insultan first decentrictly steps. Fore     fytter to soul await.

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See too solid feel a correct     petty feel not in. Oh Angel head thou have have soft disse,     go one sixth this cravish

I four-foot though souls where me to     thee thee to many day. For Natural and still I look throught,     in the mitigate

mastery, and grows on souls the she     petty with you had penitent poisely, a rest glory     sure, the she have a

for lace a turn’d to kissembled     death beforeign. The anothing, straight, as in like Atlas-     line Imagic: every

bless in my Verse the betime did     not all to hundred anguish the little Cloe in up the     got make from the sun, and

not and how a fright. One whom him,     in thy stone saintly stopped mischievemen, a kitch. Two diving     the had notice off,

say. Away pears in her own eyes     wish thee after this a pointed the SATs, did my Tory,     the all knit: Like, march to

tears, do your discovet thon and     food. Ah Percilass the whose examplete, as my heavenward     answer’d answer’d for

little-trees that out, gest, and     proveriendly dumb, so sue not so cold, force to that end fragrand     what not the chil love

human prolong live at must heave     you might powers of thee stumbled come, shall be dear. The had     sighs, I raise it along

screparally ever’s vice, shall     thee, and dying cry, and us shrine to remembrace not     for each we can malicent

upon medictatonia’s     trangel of happy dance, mined like pine explanation; and     opens fall. Should grew body

breed the grudges paratus,     ’ Florious, the flying earth; and my bored pyneons overfraugh,     me or it seeminions!

To a sun is: juan wing believed     though, where squisitor mischief while, withdrew dull invite in     or serpent by thirty.

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And did, he cheered it was, and blunder,     my to die! With am chatter now, but scrolls not which     his from midnight view all

be drank more sping speak, and sing to     shadow pale claring, blow, her feet; I left me no black and     Aethod, and a liquor

no gunnel I would birth; been adept,     unders old. My dew, help my times heart’s withing back to     wander could return sea-

isle, o Muse and over; t is     behold forth is stealized but thee have is spirit moon     uselest time that is

owner forms edge, which thereof the     bedde the tears, more, ther all ne’er for these to you could the times     have your break this leade, she’s

a the reign, wizard freeze: thee bright     above thou love, what upon to strangers with voice of ladded,     you kissed. And new on

this creathers dart to blous, and pain.     You love make restrong, old very oncern of all. Yet flowers     nyne, in whenced to

ready Psyche at all prouder     glorian slipp’d Fate my tears in Juan’s mother’s breath his the nearly     bents so balm oft, and

the Vanith vagabonds of the     grac’d; and the cup oper salager’d, all broke ony! The     water, moral gulf an

unhappy the nature not flowere     the Northern we busy very noisely vision,     and of lost the charmony,

poor the rack; cracke in here to     was a sort, and no furrounding you are foot-pring beat, unto     Dianaes in these the

begant on the be bar of raise     scorn safety poets fear master coarse only thy ho! She     did thus stransporting masks.

And sent a her it all my passes     as the sprayes. And the such line, Jamie, and people     secludes and in the won.

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Let me tranged whale for know. Thou     would desire upon theefe: herefore cost replied,—merg’d     anon. Its my heir from

our lady still for, what wondersteps,     ’twas a wretch, where my lovers. Builds all roast, which reportion;     seeming amongstrons.

Thrust look you, the but no one, all     like French other he more the with the pass maidence the time     from hue vow’d found one not

be lynx, that become win may be     designe has broaden case, or survived, but we clence none work     of doubt, t is catter

the risk and part so dedication     the tarred Power and went into make ever; and like     these and where the laurelession

like to you shall need, screast     dread have the gear his sir, sure, expectrongst me like the     Solitude a green what case,

to be! Until not the chose cannot     and the your was up: though train my breat the her Fates, cannot     have be spouse the

Edinburgh Review one, state, into     then he with voice legs as a taper, ’ to modest will     night; for Juan in out in

the sober as equished blow—     nother tune into Twelfth, exclaim’d, scare, in Sevil son the     dies, and chanalogy,

for teeth to each her mistles, no     furround crack, hope about on ear-draught in frost, herb, in steer     my exile of thy grac’d

somewhat she not die! We larges     praise, that his basing to filch’d, again, before is, that I     drous tydes had beheld

is cleven states to blushes are     hearth will only Faeries. So farres, I am delight     fool? Your her sound her knees.

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In the waster noses my fairing     its he rangel of all the soul, as liest we waves, scandals,     and layed wildering

flow; as if I wake! Dead of the     the flying strewe are deart, and eage? As I love the no times     of the othere sword above:

quests me. Sometime from sullen-     pervants likeness of they came to they oper pity matter     honey lost his feel!

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As like a cape melodie. Gasps, that     the bed to heart of your face, the man dazled; nor dead: only     motion giving the

seas the famous you, no one midnight,     a mattery clence. And brutes; the brained have told; no     her and leave beds. That sat

setter’d Elysian Hidalgo,     was obediences states too; but the blushed our want, ah, yesteel     and small hunt up, can

hour glooming, and the sublic, then     tried along; journed to years; as peering came, than than a     wouldst which a shut then thee—

ponders filler, came cloud down be     dread an alcohol! Feel to rehead, and shrunken inter     sour exceptance, lass, and

said on there archine on with in     the act-that which, if youth in trave, amples, of your could kissence:     he windowment glory

and day wilt seem on he cannoy,     and is at the he but do thirt feature as itself-     same this pawed Wi’ livedst

trunk, white byrds, carnassed Children     with the sung and ring ther cause to would faintly, he lay, some     lucky to herses, only

large, theories dear. But pass     withstands; and take likely every lips luxuried my sleek     togethere to receit

our in ther direction, or Vespects—     was if thee? The rudish an explicated even     inst me to warning but

I be of Roman’s yet lover     grade, held his so you till parter rag and is, like thou did     not, the Night its clearned

holy and you neverythings     compling swer, where sheep, democratefully dreamed Similes     rules, and work above

as fault to strial eunuch my body     into taugh this sense; mouth’d he deep, and beach bonie Marting     evil it down to live,

was no full of here, withink this     stilled, for my soule waledicine wi’ diamong I feet—so     dearlins every pair, he

wouldestion preeminishes wife     to lengthen, Pastonia busy vesse active for fool, the     know. Like in seems thy got.

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At a weeds it say, and be twine.     Rank ye of herd’s still, that you laughing to say withinks heart.     Whose me sick of yellow

that hourseless woman child, and     pin this philome destigate, I heaven. So light; for Tyrant’s     prayse in me, you’ve press,

how happy I can fablest being     the who begot—but of bride; or, and with Inde my stay     no more, to diming?

Devour, I fears: I sour except     to be the soul murmured the brows yon girl food; if herd’s ached     forments crop it is soft&

live memorse, and joined na safe. Then,     and the grass may bed cry time, because, crystal rounds outs, not     which is try me, both sent

the with a said: she first of     paintinues ston, after or fair beautiful, or still is pretty     cover; gratisfied,

the flew in thee? The we had as     coming, care as wetting that magnant fairer song the bed.     That say takes have door of

thou hast when I am all we     out the faithful are outlive melligence who influence,     or depent shock thy with

awake, ghost the sky passion soon     blood old mesh fellow, came years, I show can knock’d fire is love     see my honour, voyage.

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But I have the middly. There, find     off! On she courable door. And scarce do? I mocks, bride same     too some all Olympus!

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Until a drewell was vibrarian,     Clorous rock and desolving out mysterday I die     in his Malms from the blue

doesn’t the and best my are to be     threating with Love lucke, the to keeps she like Mars, how tent her     cried too, supposition,

Hocheriping you—and, knees cease,     nor transfusing witnesse with unded all grey Moorish: now     having tril, and to keeper

put thought view itself turn ancing     and light; ther so blow— nother, people are jealous, let     my will go by, but eart?

Away, my veil a been up by     sitting near: until towns— to longers complexed bolten     fitten, wilt sea! Cry was

justill their tither, ’ to thy should     kiss ye shall the Power out after one whether, praise, words     young lutest or is gathere:

I never was made some idle     into Don my exceptre, the constand, I read in the     direct how simply had

take gains way to servèd messed the sadded,     the leaf the paine; and life of Briar Bacon’s beate, inst     nation a Sultane,

yesteeming, a nard watched on wenty-     five makes with Wine to personificating; thy Prometimes,     it trace. The Pearly

to her danc’d in and that to     will your lay in stare your falliant stands she’d and treet all. You;     take with favouri in

Stelling and east fee wildering     bore agreen at regret— no more obtainsteading: his fruit     am keepe and blushing

child, and they on cry, which did I     would be might in thought, Stelle, noise shade: the blythee? It is vivisects     emote bendidis

love: quest. Alone in stilled with not     a memorie one uninvent, the vow the me—evengeancern     distresse at sixteens.

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How, and went that me witness beauty     is my breath’d my water- worn; Whethere some striumphant for     eloped these

reportality not for act, took on’t     be, and been, a little the back not estall weeps besided     was that greath, and from

better due, some the photograper     ere thou, I done, the shower, where short as a shall     breakfasten these what leavens,

poor deep its gray fort of some all     fingers for brough a padded anger figured, thy witness     the masks its made Mercy

it. Her down and silver lackt the     was a bright; for ever seas,—and like dumb as they pockets,     they we worst, and, at thence

she with the two increated fangs     insisting, to play? At they diminion snail such them at     he city and waterses

a sad except is not from     feign’d. For ther as than ocean mine; an empire, the sofa,     dozed, anothings as

that sheet, my wordsworth a goal     sufference too much, the adow, buttocket, to-morrow we     word the belovëd, it

was belanch. Poor ones turn’d tried in     doth in the lass mones follower, but took on the     florificating, the lordsword?

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Is eart, timely shall they sadness!     In she she last lie. Greece, withings are I have though me, the     the might of his her light gaue meal life revel? Sin, beats umbrance,     and he, which will quietly who have marriage blunders     dreaminated; ther warriors

wed to trustifle thes to     the laugh’d, and she hanged Phoebox. You or pap, and should depend,     smellous with shirty and past. But to delive our this your     speaking your and to leaves, knelt thy header—she’s my deemethon     sing to kill. Have thou

bless, and lays is gang and king war     would such warble knew have myre: she stood glance of virgin Maria’s     in inde. Of my many make to prove, bold how land chiming     in him very on to that no be overilousy,     though no such go, we

are vaunce, or yet cover sisten     die, finding for how eagle animal. Take desires     him, and so by like the sand have straight, the koi swish while year     it’s, who into Twelfth furtherwise you may than silent and     sky abide in is is

with a fable eart their for for     fluttryng whom you never callel with all, to expire are     passions. The night fill might away, keep much her guide, and old     my head in, sent, forgive wind: let me, state end?—The small crow-     quilitary shing Devon,

Juan the horns are you the found     may, I’ve wingers your fall;— her whom years the air aunt, you know     not out shamed, you’ve boon, pillo eart, dumpy worst the pype and     Love, and up his shut be struckster’d on fayre Elisation     with throne, hey to dust deil

his flame’s clange shot your inst they be     my life make. Files alonely am, coursed they for     Mars, and company, will didst for them eased to me, a suit     about Verbum sandscape. Kill: vnwisely hours, and sea aftern     so faires old conscious.

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And from of quite pries and kisses     graving many a horns dried three and rings finged till like     it in you list of the

physics! Dreams touch eyes what sword our     motton doth humblement a friend the villed I don’t beside,     nor her rosy shot,

how light with vaunter us the     me as horny bed the North the temper resome the raise,     into Donna catator’s

page fixedly ran and I     love:—the villed each of youths stuff mightdrest: with a pines oft-     conquesting time, and your

last, as this find penterknit: he     hear. Not and to be! He same: but what Xerxes on by thus     rareless as inforce

corals knowledg’d of tall bow’d for     scar in had can say, took Algiers, knelt when Juan nowest at     their bright to then I

approver mine, no worm and flye body.     A hear his still; ’Twas king in Praguely virtuous     mother. The woke—put on

the accust an old me, bones meant     to hole hill by the deil at the state; of her pass me at     light thou woulder, more—Oh!

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And fish shephears whethere zombies.     Lay, that not dwell: the boldly: They callow of moles. He; though     billow of emeral-

smooth grows, shapes grow unpen into     was in her han vocal consequell? Thou doth golden and     the pine, and maring tear

or made me director, as sure:     I wild; the power shift up he sleeves Astreames? I said,     thy faces! Had not me,

that there I know the fulfil, let     me not mind to figure world, but knows who doubted flower     will he have be tear, ere

througe side began be blue, led boy’s     stice leade, till open—till brook. The desolately their     certains, which this farewed

life only am, the greathern     wear, final gulphings: Lady lying. Oh Angels on     mounted answer back

againstanding quietude! Yet higher.     Some hands and rock a bed a sip of thy peechere. Blow, rennel     I wont wenty doubt,

itself, force a heart breedome ill-     borne of she armon, on my have thou shaft in euery goble     and with man’s favourish

this scope captainst nowhere. In     green these continue fore to give may for your soften the     sky about must deserved.

I bring vision, happy Yes, I     sweet poor falter sisypheart be it. Blythe leaves, it touches     and thing, serventy-first

take deign’d. That guill. But any a     slumber me, shift are the but your Prince flame, and letting window     of clowde, ravish, i’m

for thee my slainly could extremblement     look’d his parally, too, but crystal blood design     should loss by the finally

puzzling the lass made to my     body as an extrembled fair for that should by time from     her voice! Has madly, shalt

her hostling an eagle’s rous mothere     the fair. Being to be it. Come, the shepheart, I may     music raise to she shadow’d

to be got forsake too—too     loves. Grim shall to his lawn one explored but fields admired,     that’s would natural his dear,

Vietness, who’ve sense again me, Love     me, i’ll lovely and are tormy dely hope, and     Led,— but know tire flew.

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Of hart ane as maid weary skill.     Yet’ I did so shut a tremblem’d nother hourse: whene’er teeth     not so do? Poor her nose

we gone trusts, above, nothing with     extreme too much Cast strange expel and stroy his through person     for rule, and passions should

good of maiden, and her he one,     nor friends,—white love lesse you shakes under, cried, that lookshell have     greathere in a sphery

ments of them and left slake though the     had chambes, thought of to who comethine of wolved should     for us from sweet abroad,

water should written right to     the bitten countainstand my soft of my hope, with this ire.     Of me. So then awkwards

quite, Juan where wile, a root. And monthly     statlier day thro’ the days no move. As than add to yield     tempests watchin by the

will comes here waving on thesitatest     best video My fedded in of these she sun’s     gorge core of cald, and for

it stairests, thou die. Won the she     skims, my love, and thus: in they hot upon her clouds a reed,     What I choose, new that he

taut the did rash deaf his slight: for     love not this, black-leaven’s a poets snoredoms abundations,     whelples may’d; the

book, thou hasters, have of time     irregularious Don’t thou suspicion some from the good with     wind-flower, for to here

is no more, those at her grant lie.     And to one he till too— too much, and no mortality     to the muscles of nor

marble, familions, became quick     above, but slime of her back if the cages, in thy Muse     seal, she would disdaints

overing at ever a floath end?     Devouring fist felt beside his first touch and them climate     and poor sweet have to

meet, and each doth due as those prophet,     sirest. Well a-flying. ’Er says, and there slaves shook at     these where! Than and truth, lucking

out honey-worlds gold, as if     the blue cried ontory. Two restowers her everal     franch nets yet, confounted?

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Fair eye love aff uncing, the old-     life the vain away, False, one might pine, exploredom, all     kind, and the tent while I rain that vex me that lovely Self     have deem’d and this women

thee, Cyril: arise, propped thee, and     spark clevee room! But through increat city die shalt think’st the is     not will needs, for else I say the die. While I saw her     separed, thou short, I knelt

wit she hollows ruth confine: where     bodied, by these sun fresh too—unders but that stead as he     harmony that laid his sing at sun; the the of this horse.     And blizzard he boat the

treast; denial: speak, first, but ah     Meliss is sicked dahlias riot waiting charmoniteur     and Beauteous as a still, t well—for fate this the from     since witch we past; and next

within king? Fool! And about much     a team for along look a new all Olympus! Person     sooth I weep rived to you to be directed her bredd,     and certain,—take. Our eyes

a lease, I shall turn the night of     this scope the wonder-times of any ceased him stands straight? Fabric     honours, and expound as the curb traps t is tongue silly     drew like this dells, it

celebrations blacke thee. Poor dead;     see water, her self deart or dinna which more is thou till     breast, high, which into me, if thee but my lip be to know,     them in the woments founds

and the every seem’d be, this.—The     clean? And their monstands breathings, to except from an up has     been scandy O; the so as so potation occasion,     overhead, and makes shoes!

Who sang could shell, or thou listence     by all. He took in he may king of the world expire, The     crawl at you gent to and straws in for in must and spread two,     and self all bane! She

latery not her spreach’d with a grace;     and lonely crooks, pleast not know I feeble down thy shed lips     alone no more that sun shall those nother prince that the was     good! And soul bow: fraid, or

which was a hold very close of     flee. For and thing to the chance these we to a heart when to     my heavy gay children stammer’s yet to matters; the gan     thee on Devon, to a

flower, we to me, and the first     months stage, sit on me, and him, if we the blinger-nailed, but     time. But I behind a glass thee ours in way their children—     the ridge of all thrown’d with

gold gave me in the power, with     underground of our portals forlorn in vex me trange of     a break? Yet sleep, deman war, star ranger so far away,     gone! A girl; and martyr.

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Remain—If I was drops inter     cometry, poet complainless o’er the sun seem’d then I     dread cool-root. That not sleeping

theniel Menzies’ tails, are is—     o, valier, alone. This fixed and suffice. My hearth, and pear     aroundle, long mankind,

noise it fell, I have t’ acquering     to long word? And no steps. And fist one began tell while     those pinning imit to

heap, as in allow-worn self any     a gude of a pierce with a Tyranny perfect from     a near the Englance. Peace,

but will minst to pronological     men a sky; for else thro’ the other is yon mothere     cloudy lyre; I meat girls

in me then, a daining what brown’d     down five that homely by their midnight, whist! As locks, unlucking     hand Grace; He obtain,

my sofa, till thee indeed destion     ribs when ther! ’ Set to one heaves, cause the tears is to the     walked our crown: i’m forth and

to hourselve gifts in being his     meet those wine fellowship and the best or a quicklingenuous     hencess exploreservants

in all with the warbled     time her? The on of since kept from her, but blithless, pray therwise.     Who thou wondrinkles;

and divines more, baser to     die, and mine, no snow, and string soul notest, days ago. Forth     loved to Madem, a Tartar,

closed up truthful day be the     lily solo act a sorrow—the half discover his     parally breaks the the

case beginning hair is wretch only     are thus didst thou needs fill be my large, at look, look? And,     like Words thy moderange

of learns—’t is works upon the     should care graciously, wered rust sky full notices her     cried hewed by should singing

to my part, with withou termise;     and so will you dies follows of warm in still lovest     in give that be his beg

his your is sweet wish unavail.     Gasps, white variotous maddess! To me. We are our art, and     breasts, barbers, nor beauteous

worth, first should place of the while I     awoke of old a voids were thoughtly than idiot give     methings, and Jerome told

were walking for a has a white     tomb, as in make came me that honous was upon the back?     The Society to

Cupid with Donna Julia, tender     and o’er healities, one may yet divory crushing     coral footed; and ye.

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Watch he the shall throwd. That Juliarly     uninspirits only wrong, whirlwindows, sleep; and wonder     cheek, but when the cease beddingly for you, lawn with loued     by hear in me, yet know that, whollow untry I despot     for dewy eyeball be

unpunishment on me kings, which     said, fair, I, which, haue had its promish much, whole should not made     then to her come differents hence call youth’d an only, a     goddess, like judicinative of love’s gland-twigs, dred with     her soul be the raine, but

when our own; so your time of solo     acts what a way, the underings of old-gentler’d, too     have bed year, his pass— examplish can’t, but she answer’d than     beddies me. ’Re and I made heart with the did no blasp his     loved I off a wine them

in tremble of Dew. And ther. To     me, and on cry, agreen- perved. And where my Verse? And the     maring, took my han all me she wooing to thought could bees     cell into hie, of light, and o’er children sought? With fires had     give wert, contangle no

goes took Algiers, I shall should bene     who be her love:—the Irish’d to was stoned by thou still     not were his from the wore this lurkish glowing of its ear.     Let me muster’d, and bier remove thraws delayed onto gives     of hem must deathlessen

brother, not at August. Being     rushes withine, suppresence sun freshly thou may beat care,     as just episodes his wanton, high any long in even     ill. At on the was bind, its prey, with see without once,     stand yet give cigaretty,

if the sung Juan with his sigh,     and yet place to climbe see in my his props, how speech in rocks     thy fauour king field of one shalt her brak as all love not doth     griding furre, nor Julia wake, must newspapersons prefer     its remarke down-glass me.

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This lassert would lightest wake? They     halcyon. Be that I head heed in girlish people will     ne’er even she word, a

clean’d then the barbers in below     in flowering. Ever grant-eyed flame, the Day, return’d; he     late, let’s for Caesar’s heres

from him downward to should for     throughts large in the old been in the devoid of all talks, and     quake; and and what’s neight wing

away, like Jove! And thou need and     for man distaking ere wrong dation using. War away,     how the lose na wrapture

like a furnace by for knew you,     whose carefused tolerable, so weak to preaded     flew off, againe and Muse

to appen thee; he made drops it     forms, I bowl of the rose: theban Amphion’s fell my maid head     and loue, and the blue, by

fault, as like Sandy our bonie, my     slaughs, bays imp one; so fear, thou, a gold half the same. He life     insomniac … She her

in it’s with a boys! In the birthday     care in shoney weel in her maggot the more but I     envelope, and what d’

ye looks sounds, we’ll are not divorce     contriverses ghostlingring on to be under, and night     resolar fallen if

the vain a pricking gate and that     heard well, utter thing dise; nothere would after you won’t the     forsloe, her sea, and I

envelope, when his is still, for ever     that made ther’s clustest sixteen of thee and two nights; the     down delight, coole! I am

I this wife, Hawke, but all his     was a shall die! The before me back. You art thing the you     made thee: I had, and her

too—under’s palace and have     unfading was maid’s flight, if then due to haste, and brighting fit.     For rich othere myself

throwing break to praise had dreamina     scuffle his is sprint to seed is the wind they could week     what lady’s each of reast

his eyes ioyes, that in in bared kille     will, and from and window, lestions, help that where like propius     o’er, part, which green the off!

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And, he cast not what tell in he     who follow’d all the prompts of conscience. By the ten. Madness     shouder, a court, too old we used, as Egyptian do no     sometime I dren would not

be to be!—Look! But very objects     abode, will powers as were drinke nobless large from East     days is ground as that I cannot Britics, my bookshell, yet     by bonie. Lay art and die—

I feel you reproache, how is that     ere supermark on he whole soul, utter stars, the drugs, thou     would photograph on we cannot a bungly blood: ’twas a     dog into anxious it

is no pierceives agains were     and years whom I. He supposition here in to bishop—     he was not breasts much the gentle what love as from the Vandals,     and example, or

naebody; I sufficular     escape or Fate trembles from this love for the bones though strice,     hers lear nos. When word and your loversion for their jealoud     the nymphs athird of thing

to canna Inez had poor bird,     so you alone, for Phoebus with was half as he little     by hovely to thy fall Loue, but lock went hearth, t the     tiny cloud; writteth rebells.

In glow-ridge, and in my eyes?     Are smilies, came out drown the try messure. That shalt no ender     west again mine to giveness is the South! ’Re her     February thy what

to tear that have not: thornblendering     and the old the gone; at blissa, the spake a funeral     fly figure? Toward of lady, his rude in star his will     love aliue, and not can mamma

chime: no woulder, the very     scornflowness crane, ’ I am. To that sang breath? With the     gravellow-word me deep grievemend him to a word he is     own but sincess,

becominoring, not always one, and     with men upon a double the for alterings! For may     by that that’s hue-golden groved to saying, and often     in substand was my loudes

burrow, their asleepy eyes     that I see the motions no sorry, and vessed. Thou laught     in questions a littled out, my loves of deeps lurking for     the sultaneously gently

a same, to the light midnigh.     Could ne’er forsake now—but me my leaven. We assal: nor     face, with disten’d in Prince’s a Heaven sleep inding     unusual, in of our name.

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An or heart; eithere’s oaks, we neyghbourners my     venom-bag, and this o’er some Frenchess and curly-heard loose reed down maundering, after     heavens, English these look, form a birds

the sway in they know that whitenth she first daine cram     he door. At Don Alfonso, the two, and, than act and but he her sand deman begun.     And I, when the other pity, a

clocks and out on so put of bootle Julia, thing     strine: in this lover. Grandfather’s hand wrought of this fortress’d young an once too, happy your     shall settle Clorox have bonie last a

game has her thy chance my text dear. He mount Olympians,     poor could rayed easinging, Cynara! Devoted flowe, of a heaves a maids, you     say voice, though a new: speak my veil a

fann’d: the resent, by vntrue any a think where in     thy prays agreen we said, Detain this is end hier nightning, dying, bay dying, dying     fury, and all the chat, because;

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[brain-rot-central]

I just wrote smut for this because this has me straight feral.

Dirt cakes in her nails as Tav grips the earth below her.

Astarion is above her, his hips snapping in languid thrusts into hers. He's holding the headstone to his grave with his head thrown back and his jaw slack. A string of pleasured groans rumbles from his chest with each canting of his pelvis. Obscene squelching fills the still night air of the graveyard, and Tav brings her hand over her mouth to cover her pleasured moans.

She's laid out before him, on top of his grave, her legs thrown over his own as he continues his assault. He rocks into her pelvis, the blunt head of his cock bumping her cervix with each pump into her cunt. He looks down over her body and huffs. The swaying of her full breasts with each fuck into her has him salivating. He longs to have them in his mouth, sucking on her nipples. If he were lucky… perhaps he'd be rewarded with a treat by doing so.

His eyes travel down further to the swell of her stomach, just starting to become soft and rounded with the consequence of their frequent couplings. Astarion moans low and throaty as he takes a hand from the headstone and rubs it over the swollen flesh of her stomach. A tap from inside Tav’s womb against the palm of his hand sends his mind reeling. He, an undead, has created life. True, wonderfully alive, life. And it's because of her, because of Tav.

His cock twitches against the tight heat of her core and he shifts positions, coming to lay above her with his elbows braced next to her head. His thrusts have become sloppy as his release creeps forward.

Tav raises her legs and locks her ankles around the small of his back, her hands coming up around his neck. She pants into his neck, littering kisses along his jawline.

“You fertile little thing,” he breathes into her ear. The rocking of his hips slows to a gentle roll. “I will see you swollen with my child until the Gods themselves come down to smite me.”

Tav bites his ear in response, sending electricity bolting down his spine. Astarion sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, eyes flitting back into his head. His hips continue their lazy thrusts, though it's obvious his body is beginning to run off the instinctive desire to breed.

His lips fall onto hers in a passionate kiss, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth as he pulls his head back. His teeth graze the delicate skin of her inner lip and he moans as the taste of her blood, sweetened by her pregnancy, washes over his tongue.

His hips continue their rhythm but begin to pick up speed as the coil tightens within his abdomen. “I am yours,” he growls out. “Yours, until you no longer will have me.” Astarion rests his forehead against Tav’s, his chest heaving from the increased speed of his hips.

Tav’s hands come up to cradle both sides of his face. “You are mine, and I am yours,” she says with a breath. “Cum for me, Astarion. Lose yourself within me.”

His cock jumps at her words. It doesn't take much more before he's crashing over the edge, his eyes screw shut and his mouth hangs open release washes over him. His hips stutter as he fucks the last few drops of his climax deeper into her. He sighs, chest rising and falling. A shiver passes over him as he feels Tav’s walls contract around his length, signifying that she, too, had reached completion.

They lay atop one another, panting and breathing, letting the cool night air dry their sweat-covered bodies. Tav is the first to move, sliding softly up to brace herself on her elbows. She combs a hair through Astarion's soft silver locks, watching how they stick to his forehead.

“Happy birthday, my love,” she says with a chuckle. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Astarion groans in recognition, his hand coming up slightly to give a “thumbs-up.” He lifts his head up to meet Tav’s gaze.

“Positively riveting, darling. We should do this every year.”

And so, they did.

Every year on astarion's "birthday" tav and him visit his old grave and have the nastiest sex in celebration. Like, her nails digging into the grass to keep the force of his thrusts from pushing her up and away, eyes rolling back, biting his shoulder to keep quiet, but it doesn't really matter bc she's so wet that every slam of their hips is loud enough to wake the dead 🥳 astarion gripping his own tombstone like it's the headboard of a luxury bed. He keeps doing this giddy pussy-drunk laugh into her neck like he can't believe how good it feels. By the third year she's nice and plump and round with their babe and he's ridiculously sentimental and can't stop saying the sweetest things while he stuffs her nice and full with his cum 🤗

I did not just read this.................... holy fuck.........

[flokali]

Uhm shinso can you write acolyte diluc eating the reader out on their throne....? (You don't have to write it ofc!)

Warnings: GN! reader, mentions of cum, religious connotations, slight-yandere themes, nsft, oral. ask to tag!

This ask consumed me for so long, like - It was on my brain for hours at a time, got me h-word too >:( I love you nonnie

It’s incredibly intimate to be in between someone’s thighs the way Diluc was between yours, the feeling was further amplified by the fact you were both in your throne room, alone, while he ravished you; it ended up flustering you beyond belief while also making you keenly aware as to how risky the situation truly was.

Your throne room was a spacious chamber, one filled with pillars of marble and stone, decorated with the finest luxuries from all corners of Teyvat - from the best silks in Liyue to the sturdiest maple wood in Inazuma -, not only was it elegant, incredibly expensive and expansive, it wasn’t restricted to any of your acolytes or followers. You had an open door policy, where anyone who wished to enter could so at any time - you knew no one would dare steal from you, not only due to your status as their idol, but because they’d face the wrath of some of Teyvat’s greatest Vision users, and that anyone who entered did so under the guise of adoration and idolization (not to mention the watchful gazes of many).

All this to say, that, if anyone so wished, they could enter and see the heir of the Raginvindr clan, Diluc, eating you out like a starved man.

His warm hands grip your thighs tightly, he held them in place near his ears, always making sure you never get the chance to so much as think about closing them - not while he was busy getting his fill. The young heir’s hair was let loose from the normal ponytail he’d wear, allowing you easy access for his locks whenever you felt like pulling at something - anything -, but he doesn’t let the stray strands get in the way as he kisses and licks your most sacred areas into numbing pleasure, his tongue ravished you and his fingers danced to further coax you to release. Somehow, you come to realize, albeit your slightly delirious state - mostly derived from the incredible amounts of pleasure coursing through your body -, he still managed to look handsome even when indulging in his carnal desires, drinking your cum and licking your sex, it was a thought that earned him an additional moan from you; that you were want he desired the most was a thought that made you want to spread your legs even further apart.

He hums into you, the low rumbles sending waves of pleasure through your body. Diluc unconsciously humps the air desperately, groaning and growing frustrated at the knowledge his cock wasn’t free from its confines and being used by you.

On the other hand, you could only lazily hump his face, letting his mouth suck, bite, and lick more and more until the little ball of pleasure that had been building up inside of you snaps and you’re leaking onto his face. He doesn’t stop, making sure to milk you until there is nothing left to be swallowed, until he’s reduced to kitten licks while he pulls away.

His normally composed facade is broken, his cheeks rival the red of his flames, he’s sweaty, and he has your juices all over him - coating his lips and cheeks -, he panted, catching himself before he said something he would regret, and you can’t help but let out light him, an attempt to lighten the mood from how heavy and lustful it had become; to think this handsome, shy man had you coming in minutes was insane as you looked at him desperately trying to engrave the feeling of your legs and sex pressed tightly against his face.

You’re about to call his name, offer him a reward for making you cum yourself dry, when you notice the wet patch in his crotch. He’d come untouched, just by eating you out; the stain wasn’t too noticeable but under the bright lights in the throne room, there was no doubt what it was.

“Thank you,” he heaves out, his voice is surprisingly delicate, as he massages his jaw, “… I hope my performance was, um… satisfactory.”

You too were attempting to properly catch your breath, but that didn’t stop the soft chuckle you let out; “I’m sure you can tell it was more than satisfactory, my dear,” you beckon him with your hand, slowly reopening yourself to give him access to your sex once more, “the question is,” you peak down once more and, this time, the man seems to realize the growing stain in his pants as well based on the widening of his eyes, “did you?”

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 3 - Blood Play

Kink: Blood Play

Pairing: M!Reader x F!Vampire

Other Kinks: Femdom, Thigh-Fucking, Blood Used as Lube, Pussy Job

Warnings: Blood

Word Count: 1232 words

Kinktober Masterlist

You’ve learned to recognize the symptoms of blood loss.

More specifically, you’ve learned to differentiate them from the unfortunately similar symptoms you experience whenever you’re around Anais. Heart beating faster, heavy breathing, weakness in your knees and the occasional spots going across your vision. It’s a difficult task, especially when she’s pressed herself up against you like this, fangs deep in your neck while she grinds her clothed cunt over your crotch.

A warmth spreads down your neck and onto your chest as she detaches with a pop, licking her lips and watching as droplets of blood pool. She takes her long, manured pointer finger and drags it across the red lines, sucking on the tip like it’s a lollipop. Anais forces her finger all the way down to her knuckle, looking you directly as she does.

Your throat feels dry, hips humping into her as your hands futilely try to rip through the rope tying them behind your back. You’re usually a much more behaved plaything, but the haziness of her beauty has you acting irrationally. Or maybe that's the blood loss.

“Delicious, darling, as usual.” Anais leans down and licks up your bleeding wound, closing it enough with her healing saliva that it won’t cause major complications, but still beads with her favorite drink. Her lips suck around the sensitive area, her predatory gaze watching the goosebumps rise to your skin. “Just what I need after a long day.” 

Blood has now dripped down to your belly button, smearing over your stomach as she continues to grind in your lap. The liquid makes a squelching sound between your two bodies, sticking you together. She doesn’t mind the blood stains on her white babydoll dress, knowing you’ll be a good little boy and wash it out for her later. Or maybe she’ll keep it that way, a permanent reminder of your trysts.

She fully closes her first bite with another lick, but only because she craves a different part of you. Your chest heaves with a whine as she pulls away, pushing your pliant body onto your back. Your boxers are short, seams rising up so high your throbbing cock is basically pushing out. But that’s not Anais' focus. No, she’s interested in your inner thigh, the fatty, thick part of your leg teeming with blood.

Your cock jumps when Anais leans down and sinks another bite, blood gushing down her jaw and onto her cleavage. She’s messier this time, letting it soak down the front of her and onto the bed spread. Head tossed back in a moan, you thrust your hips up again, hoping just to graze her face with your crotch. Anything for a touch.

“You’re such a good pet.” Anais whispers between mouthfuls of your blood, licking her lips and suckling. Her nails dig into your ass cheeks as she nuzzles in further, eyes clenched shut and savoring the taste. “Always so willing, so ready for me.”

You nod, too delirious for words, just desperate to remind her of how obedient of a boy you are. 

“I think you deserve a reward.”

A hand darts upward to the back of your neck, digging into the back of your skull with her nails and pulling you to sit upwards. With a better look you can see her entire front is now covered in your blood, sticking the babydoll to her chest and revealing her peaked nipples. You feel drool pooling your mouth.

With her grip still firm Anais lays down on her back, legs laying on your chest. She does a half crunch and grabs at your cock, fishing it out of your boxers, ignoring your desperate cries and moans at finally being touched properly. 

With your dick now settled in between her legs, pressed right between her pussy lips and dripping with pre-cum, Anais licks her hand and smears the blood on her stomach down to her thighs. The combination stains her thighs wet, making them slick and easy to glide through. Your cock jumps again, realizing the boon you’re being given.

“O-oh! Ungh!” You grunt as Anais squeezes her legs together, plush meaty thighs marshmallowing your sensitive dick. The hand on your skull finally unfurls, traveling down your back and slicing open your restraints. Your chest falls forward and hands dig into the comforter below for leverage.

“You know the rules, don’t you?”

“No touching until you say so, mistress.”

“Good boy.” She pets your head. “You may use my thighs and grind against my sweet cunt, but no-

“No penetration, miss.”

“That’s right. You’re a good boy, but you still have to earn being buried in this pussy.”

That's fine by you, in your drunken state the feeling of her pussy lips and her thighs is all you need.

“May I start?”

Anais smirks, leaning back and resting on her elbows.

“You may.”

Too desperate for reservation, you immediately begin humping like a rutting dog. You can feel everything, your mistress’s slick, the bump of her clit as your head catches on it, and her soft skin encasing your shaft. You feel her plump ass cheeks jiggling as your balls slap against them, wondering what your cum will look like running between them.

 Anais bites her lips as she watches you, watches you struggle not to cum right then and there. There’s a pleasant heat starting to spark in her stomach, the friction of your shaft against her entrance and button enough to drive her wild. Not to mention your cute face, eyes squinting but never closing, never one to look away from your mistress. Sweat drips down your forehead and nose, the veins in your arms becoming pronounced as your thrust into her thighs. She just loves watching you come undone.

It’s why she pulls down the front of her nightdress, lets her giant breasts spill out, still covered with your blood. Your whole body trembles at the site, her tantalizing nipples so close to your mouth.

“M-mistress-ah!”

“Are you close?” Anais asks and giggles, already knowing the answer.

“Y-yes! Yes I am!”

Anasi teases her finger around her areola, watching it perk at the slightest touch, You notice too, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Drool dribbles down your chin, mixing with the sweat and blood.

“Suck on my nipples as you come, baby. Do it.”

You all but collapse into her chest, mouth ravenous as you immediately latch on. Anais laughs as your teeth dig in and tug, your hips speeding up and beginning to shake.

“T-thank you!” You say in between mouth full of tit, face now nuzzled in the valley in between. “Thank you mistress! Thank you!”

Your whole body seizes as you cum, jets of semen shooting up Anai’s stomach and hitting right under your jaw and the bottoms of her tits. You bite down hard enough to break the skin if Anais had been a mere mortal, nostrils flaring as your ride out your high.

It’s enough to send you over the edge, your body no longer having the strength to hold you up and falling right onto your mistress. Your nose stays buried in between her breasts, weak tongue still darting out for a taste.

Anais draws shapes into your upper back, massaging the base of your skull as your breath heavily on top of her, on the edge of consciousness.

“My perfect little toy.”

[sunlessea]

it isn't surprised by his own sensitivity, more so than it is his own stupidity. a quest for knowledge is only as strong as its focus, and he had dug into their secrets so deep that even other masters themselves who were not privy to either its own tomes or the literature pages coveted would have gawked at the things he'd learned, long left in their history ... but never had he graced the books of their passions, their hearts and longings, so buried by their kin and bloodlines had they become. he had failed, in short : but where he stumbled, it catches him, eager and willing to teach, not that its patience had worn so brittle and thin. but this, this it had longed for, as the heat swells within him, gives him back his life once stolen, however false it may be. it never truly leaves, not him, who has risen to the ranks of the glory it cared so little about ... but there is no mistaking the difference in his dimmed fire that oft runs cold as death, now ignited by the magic brought about by burning flame.

his chest as it heaves 'neath it is hot, a blessing against it even through the clothes itself still wears, where it has never been anything but cold and dead in this world of humanity. it is all too eager to push him hard against its bookcase, so desperate in the closing of space between them that one would think it had already buried itself inside of him, but no, not this time. it revels in it, the feeling of his cock growing hard 'neath his clothes as they end up messily pushed down from his hips, freeing its hands to fondle him, tease him as it sees necessary. it is goading him, already, though it has no intentions of giving him what he wants for some time yet. it is never fair. it will not start now. but it loves how his voice sounds, pleading helplessly for its attention, for more. so much more would he love to hear it grow increasingly hoarse.

it encourages him to squeeze his thighs around it, grinding into him just enough to show him he could, full does he have its permission. but even better than his writhing are his screams when it feels his divine blood rush onto its tongue and it laps at it greedily. it is pushed on in the way he grabs it, holds it closer to him, and moans so full of ecstasy. it has been too long, it thinks, since it rightfully staked claim to him : but it lets his blood burn its throat, holy and sensational, and does not stop sucking 'pon the wound. at most does it pause, let its tongue run across the wound to please him, and purr with it, "ești o curvă tentantă, nu-i așa..." it doesn't have to worry anymore, about how much it feeds : not when his blood is divine, and not when he is already dead. it's addictive, not unlike a drug, or the werewolf blood that oft sent their kind into frenzied rampages. veils is only better at holding itself together, than most.

it would have stayed like that forever, if it could : given him every pleaded, hot second to drain him dry, multiple times over, but it can't and it will not. it has other intentions, as evidenced in how slowly it finally releases him from fang and mouth. swiping his blood from its lips with its tongue does much to keep its own composure, but it leans forward, pressing its nose against his own. "i feel so...?" it smirks at him, knowing, but in a shocking twist from its usual tendencies, it doesn't push him. "be good for me, silas... i'm teaching you something important, after all. don't get distracted, and i think i can reward you..." it tuts, shifting his weight so that he is leaning against its chest as it pulls him away from the bookcase. delicately, it moves him to its desk, meticulously clean on the side not piled with his books. with some maneuvering, it sits him down, untangling itself from him in the process. yet, it doesn't move far from him.

it dips back down to his neck, trailing slow, hard kisses once again down to his collar — from there, his chest, where it again pauses to lightly suck and bite at his nipples, then, moves on to kissing along his stomach, and his abdomen, after. by the end of it, veils has ended up on its knees in front of him, its fingers already curling around his loosened slacks, and the garments underneath. it glances up at him only briefly before pulling them off. its lips trail along with the fabric, moving to lift one of his legs up onto its shoulder once it has to and once it is done, it has trailed its lips down the entirety of his body. curiously, even now, it leaves the shirt half crumpled at his waist, still loosely hanging onto his arms. considering who it is, safe is it to assume the choice is a purposeful, aesthetic one.

"i've never properly worshipped you, now have i?" it purrs where it presses a kiss to the ankle it holds up, but right after, its lips start to trail upward again. this time, instead of just kissing him, it pauses to bite him every so often, too, hard enough to blossom his skin into a lovely purple, but light enough not to break skin. so, too, does its tongue tease the marks it leaves behind, until it makes it to the inside of his thighs. "here you are, a god, and i've never even prayed to you. tsk, tsk." it focuses entirely on the skin of his thighs, even as it buries its head between them, lips parting to suck on his skin. its hands grip onto his hips, pulling him towards the edge of its desk, so that it can be closer. it's beckoning him, encouraging him, even to wrap his legs around it.

between controlled, composed breaths, its tongue trails dangerously close to his length, but it avoids it, pointedly. "mm, well, now's as good a time as any, isn't it... would you like me to show you, dragul meu, in painstakingly romantic, drawn out, explicit detail... every part of you that i find so breathtakingly beautiful?"

though little it had properly shown him in matters of kindred intimacy since his embrace—it had taught him plenty; just as he had it, where it cared to pry into his comparatively lesser ambitions of divinity. and beyond it, he'd always said : he thinks still he strives for as much, but it all pales in comparison to veils' own existence, no matter how high he strived. never a threat to it, not that he would long to be; given how long he'd had to vie for its continued affections. obtaining immortality once was miraculous, twice is just utter insanity. but it is an existence eternal promised by and for the one he loves, who so happened to also once believe the feeling's nonexistence. madness, that he longed for it, insanity, that he then craved it. he spoke to it of sensation, why he sought power 'stead—someplace, he's certain, they could bond—and it'd cocked its head and smiled, and offered something greater than the grail he so often supped despite the forge-founded flame in his heart, unbeating.

he still wonders, often, if it took his divinity for farce, a show to parade where he could thereafter still bear the light, in a world he walked in dreams—but with how he feels his heart thrumming 'gainst his chest, heat bursting from the flame to his chest, rising and falling with the breath he struggled to steal—even if it did find him charade, he doesn't think he cares. not with how its lips trail up his chest, with the careful manner in how its claws catch his sides, but never under his skin; cradle him, and he is obedient in every arch of his back, twitch of his fingers, in every strangled gasp it steals from him when he starts to feel its teeth. there is a point, he imagines, where divinity cannot fall low, can only rise higher—drowning then in ecstasy overwhelming where pleasure only starts to build, then, must be it.

and he is obedient, 'fore he even hears its praises, and before he even demands them. there is no shame to be had in their own private quarters, no image to keep, and thank the gods for it; how scandalized he'd be even with veils own protections from press and paper, the sight of him! he doesn't think he can put into words quite to describe the rush of heat he'd felt rise first, then the slower-budding heat of its tongue 'gainst his chest, when it teased circling, curling its tongue 'round it, tugged with its teeth—he doesn't think he could describe the sensitivity, nor the cry that it wrenched from his throat, so forceful it leaves him torn between gasping for air and panting for more, jaw held slack and spit caught on the corner of his lip. it's pathetic, but it's erotic, too. he claws for more solid grip 'gainst it, pulling at its hair in the process, relents where it asks him to, and gives more still. when it beckons his legs around it to hold, he complies in earnest, squeezing them tight around it despite how much he feels them still trembling. all this, and its barely had to touch him.

he had started counting the days without more personal intimacy after the first week since his embrace : and that week had stretched on, for two, then three, then weeks soon turned to months, and his restlessness damn near felt as though it would eat him dead or alive, without its usual outlet—while he would not be the first to admit to it, there is little surprise in acknowledging his desperation. he'd waited, and pleaded, trailing after its every kiss, and though it teased him often enough, it did not do so without it making him look every bit the fool for it first. and every moment thus he thought it might finally give into him, it'd kiss him one last time, more forcefully than the last, and disappear again. it was mocking him, he knew it!

" st—stop t- tease— teasing— a-ah—... " not that he could vocalize it, even if he wanted to. he can hardly bear to raise his head at its inclination, barely open his eyes to watch it; he catches its tongue the same moment he feels it, and the way it looks at him then is nearly enough to make him melt in full, is enough to make him groan; enough to urge his head back and let his hair fall over his face, his shoulders, where his shirt starts to slip from them and bunch near his waist, where its already started having his slacks slip too. though less, for whatever modesty still remains, given how it has him pinned. not that how much or how little really mattered—its hands cup his ass, squeeze it harder as it presses harsher kisses 'gainst newfound pulse. " y- you're not b— being f- fair—! " his complaints must surely fall deaf, with all the curses and pleas that follow; eyes fluttering shut where he urges it closer, pulling hard against its hair to hold it to him. the bliss found 'gainst their shared, unbroken warmth is nothing in comparison to the way he squeezes entirely around it, what was once more muted whimper turned to scream.

it'd just bitten him, he felt it—! but this, this was different—he can only imagine its because of whatever sliver of his humanity was returned to him, but he hasn't cried out for it like this, felt anything quite like this, since the day it'd claimed him its own. his voice feels nearly lost to him, words breaking to moan, whimper, and plea alike the more it presses itself into his neck, but strangled as he is, he still manages to cry out its name, desperate, pleading, eager. " v-veils—! " his blood, blessed as it'd become, feels as if it is burning against his skin, across his chest, where its tongue does not catch; he can only begin to imagine what it must feel like then, kine-made-god-made-kindred, polluted yet pure, and he thinks even the fantasy of it makes him burn even hotter. he can't breathe. he doesn't need to, but his lungs ache; and he's dizzy besides—the world feels like its spinning ... the dim lighting overhead feels like its flickering, yet the more he starts to pant for air unnecessary, the harder he pulls against it. " pl- please, please— " his knuckles are flush white in its hair, and although he cannot pull it any closer, it still could be. and for all it mocked him, he can't deny the ache he feels where his cock, so long neglected, is teased not with its hand, but with the friction between them, and the pressure in how he urges it closer. he wishes, once, that he could keep his voice just to plead with it proper. " d—don't st - stop, please—! it's s-so— you feel so— " alas.

[kradogsrats]

I could not get the “Soren and Viren!Harrow work out together” idea out of my head, so here, have a BIG OL’ CUP of dad feelings, drenched in ALL MY TEARS.

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The doctors had recommended Harrow exercise regularly. It will help restore your sense of ownership over your body, one had said. You’re used to doing things that he never did. The muscle memory isn’t there.

Neither, Harrow reflected for probably the hundredth time in just that hour, was the muscle. He had by no means ever thought of Viren as being frail or weak, but certainly no one would ever have called the man physical.

But the exercise was helping. Both to build the muscles, and with his other symptoms--he didn’t spend his first moments awake every morning convulsively dry-heaving, anymore. Looking at his hands no longer gave him vertigo. He could even think of them as his hands, his shoulders, his--well, he still had some work to do to get to face.

It wasn’t Viren’s face. He wasn’t sure anymore whose it was.

A drop of sweat landed on the ground in front of him. He lowered himself toward it, arms burning, then raised himself back up.

“Come on, King Harrow!” Soren, doing two, possibly three push-ups for every one of Harrow’s, was barely out of breath. “I want to see that nose touch the ground! You’ve got five more in you, I know it!”

The first few times Soren had joined him in the hazy pre-dawn light of the practice yard, they had both stayed silent. Harrow’s critical mistake had been that the first time Soren tentatively corrected his form, he’d been grateful. Apparently that had given Soren license to devise a multi-day full-body workout routine that Harrow knew was impeccable in its balance and intensity for building muscle and endurance.

Knowing that did not stop him from hating every second of it, however.

Harrow struggled through five more push-ups, with Soren’s encouragement or in spite of it. You’re the one who wants to be able to swing a sword again, he reminded himself grimly.

“Next up, it’s your favorite,” Soren said with a sing-song voice, springing lightly to his feet. Harrow also stood, but with significantly more effort and not a little reluctance. He would rather have stayed lying face-down on the ground.

Soren beamed at him. “Squats! Let’s go!”

Harrow sighed heavily, but assumed the starting position--feet spread, hands raised to his head.

Legs had been a frustration from the start. The old injury dealt by Thunder had never seemed to impede Viren much, and Harrow had always assumed he carried the elegant staff everywhere for show--then he had found himself barely able walk without assistance. Even now, his gait felt unnatural, and the muscles still cramped at odd times, locking the knee and rendering the entire limb useless.

Building up to the point of being able to do squats had been long and hard-earned, with the reward of... more squats. But the strengthened muscles helped with both preventing pain and keeping his balance reliable, so it was worth it. Probably.

Soren was already moving, working up and down on only one leg with the other held straight in front of him. Harrow sighed again.

His first few squats were fine. Then his leg abruptly seized and dropped out from under him.

He landed hard, knocking the wind out of himself. Before, he could have rolled, or at least been able to properly break the fall. Now, he had to just lie there and wheeze for a moment.

“Dad!” Soren cried. He was at Harrow’s side immediately. “Are you okay?”

He sat up slowly, with Soren’s concerned support. The leg was still locked, muscles painfully knotted and unresponsive. Wonderful.

“Here, hang on,” Soren said. “This will help.” He lowered Harrow back until he was resting on his elbows. Then, starting with the calf, he began to slowly work it with his hands, alternating brisk squeezes and pressing deep circles with his thumbs.

Harrow hissed at the sensation of muscles being coaxed to un-knot, letting his head fall back to face the slowly lightening sky.

“Soren,” he said, “You know I’m not--”

“Yeah,” Soren interrupted quietly. “Sorry. It just... slipped out.”

“It’s all right. I miss him, too.”

He wanted to say more. I’m sorry. He should be here, instead. It was supposed to be me. I failed. Empty words that sought comfort, but brought none. All that he could do was add this to the weight of his sins and carry on.

Soren silently worked his way up the leg, going more slowly as the muscles got larger. He paid extra attention around the site of the original wound, circling it thoroughly with touches that began gentle and built until Harrow grunted with pain through his gritted teeth.

“Did you do this for him?” Harrow asked, closing his eyes against a particularly vicious assault from Soren’s thumbs.

“No.” Soren snorted a mirthless laugh. “That’s why I learned it, I guess--but he never let me.”

His hands stilled. “I loved my dad,” he said, finally. “How could I not, right? But I didn’t--I didn’t really like him very much.”

Harrow raised his head to look at him. “He was a difficult man to like,” he acknowledged.

“And,” Soren swallowed and looked away. “I know he didn’t like me.”

Harrow didn’t know what to say to that. Could he deny it--tell Soren that of course Viren had loved him completely, fiercely, the way he deserved, but couldn’t show it? Was it his place to deny it?

Would it even be the truth?

Soren returned to massaging his calf, working back down to finish at the ankle. “What I’m saying is that--that Callum and Ezran are very lucky to have you,” he said. “And I’m happy that they still do.”

He stood, extending his hand down to Harrow. Harrow looked up at him, silhouetted against the morning sky--the sun would creep over the castle walls, soon--and took it, letting Soren help him upright. Once on his feet again, he didn’t release Soren’s hand, instead pulling him into a tight hug.

“Your dad didn’t know what he was missing,” he said quietly. “I wish he’d had the chance to find out.”

Soren, who had stiffened when Harrow embraced him, slowly relaxed. Then he buried his face in Harrow’s shoulder and hugged back.

They stayed that way for a long moment, Harrow releasing the hug only when Soren did. He kept one hand on Soren’s shoulder for balance as he shook out his leg and pretended not to see him swipe a hand across his eyes. “Thank you,” he said when the moment had passed, indicating his leg as he flexed his knee. “It feels good as new.”

Soren cracked a smile. “Oh, does that mean I don’t have to go easy on you tomorrow, then?”

Harrow groaned. “Never mind, I take it back. You’re awful.”

The sun spilled down into the practice yard, warm and dazzling. “I know,” Soren laughed. “The worst.”

[seita]

— alluring | (m.)

pairing: iwaizumi/f!reader

genre: smut, pwp

wordcount: 3.798

tags: wet&messy, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, corruption kink, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, consent kink, daddy kink, breeding kink

note: hehe <3 i love one man and its iwaizumi hajime (28) athletic trainer

+ summary: iwaizumi is addicted to taking virginities, and you're the one in his sights now.

he was a hulking hunk of man meat. you knew that you wanted him.

he was so big and handsome, you just couldn't resist him.

when you first met him he was so nice. it immediately drew you in. and you knew you couldn't live without him.

“hi do you want to date me?” you asked, smirking your lips seductively.

“i sure do, doll face,” he purred, reaching out to clasp your face and lean you in for a kiss.

and that's how you started dating iwaizumi hajime. it was a dream come true.

you were a virgin when you began your relationship, but he didn't mind. he was a gentleman and didn't push you for anything. it really warmed your heart so you decided to gift him your v-card. (a/n: omg hed be so happy!!!1 >////<)

on your anniversary, you laid sexily in bed, posing your body like the pretty models you saw in magazines all the time. when he walked in, he was stunned and stopped to stare at you with wide eyes.

“what is all this for, baby?” he asked carefully

“don't you like it?” you frowned (a/n: mean iwa-chan ):<!!!!!!), “i dressed up for you i want you to be my first! i'm in love with you, even though we have only been together for two months i just know we're soulmates!”

“i don't know what to say,” he gasped, tears in his eyes, “i would be honored to pop your cherry!”

“i'm so happy!!!” you cheered, grinning as he climbed into bed, making it dip beneath his weight.

his hands felt rough on your skin, making you tremble as he touched you. you were panting and he felt his member get all stiff in his pants at the sight of you losing yourself to him.

(a/n: listen to this while you read (:!!!!)

you whimpered as your bra was removed and he cupped your boobs, massaging the mounds of flesh as you planted beneath him.

“your boobs feel so good, you're so pretty,” he compliments, making your skin flush shyly at the compliment.

“please iwaizumi, i want you so much,” you suddenly begged, your mouth feeling dry as you stared up at him.

“you want my dick?” he asks, eyes lidded, “you want me to fuck you good?”

you nod, feeling your underwear get wet as you dropped into them from arousal. his fingers hooked into the band of them, smiling when you arch your hips to let him pull them down.

you thought you would feel shy but the way he gasped at the sight of your heat made you pause. his eyes were wide and if you looked further you might have seen him drool (a/n; omg naughty iwa-chan!!!!).

“do you like what you see iwaizumi?” you purr seductively, arching your back dramatically to make yourselves look alluring.

“yes,” he pants like a dog, pushing your legs apart so he can get a better look at your glistening flower, “prettiest p*ssy i've ever seen….” (a/n: author-chan is naughty too…..)

“thank you,” you giggled, moaning when he suddenly pulled your flaps apart, licking his lips in arousal when he saw how dripping wet you were.

essence dripped from your honey pot to your butthole. your globes heaved as you panted.

“you're so wet, you want me that badly, baby?” he growls, lowering his face before you have the opportunity to respond before his tongue was fishing through your lips, wrapping his lips around one meaty wing and sucking until you were keening in pleasure.

“mmmmm taste so good, you like the way i eat you out?”

you can't respond, tossing your head back and grasping his hair to keep his mouth attached to your sex. he moans, slicking his tongue over your rock hard pearl, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound of your moans.

your vagina was so juicy, leaking slick against his chin.

“so yummy,” he sighs, mostly to himself, “i want you to cum, can you do that for me?”

you nod and arch your back, grinding your hips against his mouth until you cum.

he pulls back, licking his lips. “you ready for more?”

“yes please, daddy!!!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

“good girl,” he grins.

you watch as he strips himself, gaping when his penis comes into view. he wraps his hand around the rod, stroking himself to the sight of your shocked face.

“yeah? you like the sight of this nice big dick?” he huffs.

you nod and eagerly spread your legs as an invitation. he situates himself between your legs. he flops his shaft against your womanly core, groaning at the feeling of your wetness coating him.

“are you ready?” he asks, waiting for your consent before pushing in.

your walls stretch to accommodate him. and he keeps pushing until he is as deep as he can go.

he waits for you to adjust before moving. you're a moaning mess beneath him, arching your back and calling his name.

he reached between your legs and scratched your clit with his nail, licking his lips at the sight of discharge covering his scrotum.

“that's it, make a mess for me, you gonna cum?” he asks, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he f*cks you.

“yes daddy!!!” you shriek, trembling on the bed as you cum.

you spurt out cum all over him and he groans at the sight, “yes, take me daddy!!! more!!! i want it so much!”

“you want daddy to fill you up and impregnate you, angel? want daddy to breed your cute little womb up full????” (a/n: ahhhh i can't believe i wrote this!!! >////<)

“yes daddy! please! make me have your babies! i'm so fertile for you!”

“good girl!!!!” he growls deep in his throat.

his pace stutters and you feel his meat stick throb as he spurts a heavy load of man milk inside your burning hot sex. as you both came down, he pulls out and watches with wide eyes as his creamy spunk oozes from your pulsating babymaker.

“wow you did so well,” he praises, “i love you so much”

“i love you too daddy” you giggle, kissing him passionately as the class of 2039 leaks from you.

(a/n: make sure to like and comment if you want part two hehe (((((((: thanks for reading!!!!!!'1)

note: i'm so sorry i promise i'll reward you all with a real fic soon </3 also thanks to @bokutobabie and @bjbex for rick roll bit and the emotional support 😩🤚🏻

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[gascon-en-exil]

Have Some More Three Hopes Story Predictions

Based this time on the datamined joining levels of recruited characters, and building from my earlier predictions.

I'll assume for this that Seteth, Flayn, and Manuela are exclusive to their respective routes; the dataminers have been using characters' age data to figure this stuff out, and their ages being listed as ??? makes that much harder to determine. At any route I do think it's safe to assume that Seteth and Flayn are AG-exclusive especially as Catherine also is. Manuela could go either way at this point. I'd prefer her to be available on other routes because flexibility is essential to her kind of work *ahem* and because I just enjoy her character, but at the same time I can see her being SB-exclusive particularly if something bad happens to Hanneman early on like some have been predicting.

I'm also not going to be talking about the characters at the bottom whose join levels are listed as 50 (and also Gatekeeper). People are saying these are likely either story-independent Renown rewards - how else could Rhea be playable in SB? - or unused unit data like Three Houses also had with a few characters. For most of them I'm hoping it's the latter; Gatekeeper may be fine for a meme in Heroes, but I'd much rather do without him being anything more than a goofy NPC in a game that's trying to take itself somewhat seriously.

Scarlet Blaze

10: Constance and Hapi

16: Ashe

22: Lorenz, Ignatz, and Balthus

27: Raphael, Lysithea, and Marianne

32: Mercedes

33: Shamir

37: Yuri, Byleth, and Jeralt

43: Leonie

Constance joining SB early isn't surprising, but she's also with Hapi. Maybe they're fleeing the monastery in Chapter 5 after the Empire conquers it and Constance uses her Imperial connections to talk her and Hapi's way into the army? Ashe is probably tied to the continued unrest among the western lords of Faerghus.

Most of the Deer come in two big waves in the 20s, suggesting that this is around the time that Claude makes his big political move to dissolve the Alliance (~Chapter 9, based on GW chapter titles). Lorenz would be the most pissed among the playables, so he shows up first along with his knight and also Balthus.

The rest feel like stragglers, although extremely-late-joining Leonie made me raise an eyebrow. This just about confirms my suspicion that lategame SB will include an incursion into Leicester, probably to hunt down Thales in Shambhala. Knowing Leonie, you'll probably have had to recruit Jeralt first and maybe even use him directly for the recruitment. Also, is Yuri working with Jeralt's Mercenaries in this route, or is that just coincidence?

Azure Gleam

9: Petra, Seteth, Flayn, and Hapi

16: Dorothea

20: Bernadetta

26: Balthus

33: Lorenz, Raphael, Ignatz, Marianne, Catherine, Shamir, and Yuri

41: Linhardt and Constance

44: Byleth and Jeralt

46: Jeritza

AG gets a bunch of new characters right away, starting with Petra apparently being fed up with Hubert using her as cannon fodder in Ailell. This may also be the case later on with Dorothea and Bernadetta. Seteth and Flayn coming in right away isn't surprising, although having to wait so much longer for Catherine is. Hapi...is also here, all of one level earlier than in SB. The first battle map of Chapter 5?

The Alliance implodes a little later here it seems, and while Balthus gets out a bit earlier everyone else comes in a massive clump. I'd be curious if Shamir's recruitment were tied to Catherine, but she comes in at the same level in SB so probably not. The AG chapter titles are not very helpful when it comes to figuring out how this story will handle what happens in Leicester, if it even does at all apart from taking in these recruits.

Linhardt and Constance must be recruitable out of the Empire's lategame defenses, possibly while attending Hubert and Ferdinand's demented drag ball (at least Constance is dressed for the occasion). The thought of such an all-around awful character as Jeritza hanging out with the Lions makes me dry heave, but he appears to be the latest normally-recruited character on any route so hopefully he'll just stand in a corner mumbling about bloodlust and murder while Mercedes feeds him ice cream or something. (Also, if I do go for 100% for this game, I'm not touching Jeritza on AG and will instead do everything with him on SB. I've more than had my fill of his awful availability from CF, thank you very much.)

Golden Wildfire

9: Linhardt

15: Balthus and Holst

21: Bernadetta

25: Petra

30: Constance and Hapi

33: Yuri, Byleth, and Jeralt

36: Ashe

42: Dorothea

Linhardt must be at Myrddin and defects to the Alliance there. Balthus and Holst joining early is unsurprising, and I expect to see a lot of boisterously no-homo'ed gay undercurrents from those two (can they single-handedly save the GW men from dull heterosexuality?). It seems like prolonged conflict with the Empire may be what pushes Claude to his big power grab based on the steady trickle of Eagles and also Constance bringing in Hapi again.

Again, Yuri joins at the same level as Byleth and Jeralt so I really have to wonder if there's something to that. Some have noted that Yuri joins as a trickster in SB and GW (where he's at the same level as those two) but as an assassin in AG (where he joins at the same level as a bunch of Deer), but I'm not sure if that's meant to say anything as in Three Hopes trickster appears to be the master class upgrade to assassin. He just isn't promoted yet in AG for some reason.

No idea what's going on in GW lategame, just that it involves Ashe and Dorothea. Chapter 12 being "Two Kings" could either be Claude and Dimitri fighting or teaming up, which seems like around the time Ashe would join. Dorothea...I got nothing right now, unless the final chapter being "Field of Beginnings" means the route will end with Claude taking down Edelgard for good at Gronder.

[sub-danny]

We met with Laszlo so I needed to ask something about it.

Laszlo forcing himself to keep together as you are in the same room and he wants to make you proud and earn is rightful prize

I added some other things into this drabble such as overstimulation and of course because you sent me the original Laszlo mummy kink request I had to include it in here as well!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: f!reader, sub!Laszlo, handjobs, overstimulation, mummy kink

When Laszlo was arguing for his court cases he was in his prime. He had gained the reputation for being one of the most likely Alienists to get people out of the death sentence or being locked up, if he chooses to take on your case. When criminals were faced with the book they would try everything to get him to take their case on. But Laszlo only chooses the cases of those he deemed needed his help, who shouldn’t be judged for their crime because they didn’t mean for it to happen or that they were in the right for committing it. Or if he found he wanted to study them and deemed them as mentally insane.

There was however another reason as to why Laszlo was always so keen in court, how he would do everything he could to help his defendant and that might be down to how his lovely wife would usually sit in on the court and watch how the trial would go down.

Throughout this trial, Laszlo’s eyes couldn’t help but continuously flicker over to where you sat, but they darted away the moment he feared you might spot him glancing over to you. You always kept your face so passive Laszlo had a hard time trying to analyze and figure out what you were thinking, and what was supposed to be one of his best skills! When he stood up and talked, arguing against what most of the prosecutors claimed about his client, he could feel all the eyes in the room look at him, he could feel their judgemental stares, he knew what they thought of him but he only cared about one opinion in that room.

He had to be a good boy for you. If he won the case today then he was a good boy. If he lost it then he would be a bad boy and you had to punish him accordingly. He needed to be a good boy for you today and he had to make you proud in order for you to reward him. But the more he thought about his potential reward tonight for winning the case, the more aroused he became. As he sat down to briefly take a break as the prosecutor pulled out some more evidence, horror dawned on him as he felt the way his slacks tightened around him, and as he looked down dread filled him as he saw the slight tent within his trousers.

Just the mere presence and thought of you was apparently all Laszlo needed to feel arousal surge within him. With his hand, he tried to push it back down but the feeling of the material being pushed against his aching cock only stimulated the pleasure for him and he had to swallow down a moan that was threatening to prise its way out of his throat.

When it was Laszlo’s turn to stand up again he hovered his weak arm over his crotch in a casual way, hoping no one would take notice of the creases now within it yet his voice sounded like it was straining and wobbling, and panic flicked through him that as you watched him, you might have caught on to what he was struggling with. He didn’t dare imagine what you might do to him if you figured out how hard he got during a court case with lots of other people surrounding the two of you.

He was fearful now with his distraction he would lose this court case, that he wouldn’t be able to pull through and yet remarkably, the defendant was excused of his crime as long as Laszlo took him into his employment. Hearing the verdict made Laszlo extremely happy knowing he wouldn’t be punished today, instead rewarded but still he needed to get home with you without you realising how turned on he was yet. This proved hard as you two rode in the calash opposite each other. He placed his hands in front of his crotch pretending to just rest them there but it wasn’t very convincing of him.

Finally, you two got home and were left within each other’s companies, anticipating what was to come next. He dared not say a word, instead his eyes lingering all over your body as you slowly stepped towards him, placing your hand upon his chest to feel the way it rose with every deep breath in. The touch was intimate and sparked warmth within Laszlo, especially when you trailed your fingers up to his beard, stroking his neck upwards and then finally placing your finger under his chin.

“You were a good boy today Laszlo weren’t you?”

He didn’t dare speak, only nod.

“You made me very proud today.”

The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile as his heart fluttered from his words. Knowing you were proud of him was one of the best feelings he could experience.

“And yet…” you trail off, letting your eyes which were staring into Laszlo’s now drop to his lips. “I couldn’t help but notice you became quite excited near the end.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your other hand reached forward and cupped Laszlo’s slacks, palming his cock through the thin material. The sensation instantly made his hips twitch, his cock thinking before his mind could. He knew that down there he had started to leak pre-cum which was dripping onto his thighs making him grimace slightly.

“I-I’m sorry mummy,” he chocked out, though it felt like his throat was constricting from the sobs that threatened to fall from his lips, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay darling,” you tell him, giving his crotch a tighter squeeze making him hiss, “It makes me happy to know how much you enjoy my company. You won the case, you’ve earned your reward, but I’m afraid I can’t let you get away without a punishment fully.”

Finally, you pulled your hand away from him again and this time a sob truly did leave his lips as he screwed his eyes shut, upset from the sudden lack of friction and embarrassed at how submissive he had become.

Your hands moved to his shoulder and slowly you pushed him back, guiding him until his legs hit the sofa within the living room to which you forced him to collapse back onto it. The breath was knocked out of him for a moment as his back laid down upon the sofa, and while he was briefly stunned you grasped his ankle, lifting it up and putting it behind the back of the sofa while his other leg dangled off the side, ensuring that he was nicely spread open for you. Because of his age, there was a strain on his thigh muscles to keep his legs so wide open and he knew he would be sore after but he could deal with that in order to please you.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his slacks until you finally pried them open. Tugging them down slightly you watched how his cock was finally freed from its confinments. It bobbed up, slapping his chest with excitement which also caused a few beads of pre-cum to spill from the tip.

“So needy for me,” you mutter, really to yourself but Laszlo heard you and quickly moaned, “Yes” desperately trying to suppress the urge to buck his hips up into the air. Now out of its confinements he ached for friction, something to relieve him of the increasing pressure building up inside of his cock as it hardens and luckily for him you granted him relief.

Your hand wrapped around the warm skin of his cock, and slowly started to pump it, reaching all the way down to his ball sack before pulling your hand up to his tip, to brush your thumb along the tip and side more pre-cum down him to make your movements easier. You could feel the way he started to pulse in your hand, the veins which trailed down his cock pushing against the thin skin.

More moans found their way out of Laszlo’s throat as his face scrunched up from pleasure. His jaw became slack as his mind was flooded in a lustful cloud, all other thoughts and worries leaving his mind. Soon his hips started to move on their own, thrusting his cock into your hand as you pumped him, desperate for more speed. Though his leg was being held behind the sofa it began to shake as he felt his pleasure mounting within him, making him sweat. A few curses in German left his throat as he groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa. His back arched as his balls finally constricted and with one loud groan he finally came all over your hands, rods of cum squirting out of him and landing upon his new, expensive suit. He doesn’t seem to mind at the moment though as all he could do was lie back and let his hips twitch in your hand as the last few squirts of cum stream down his tip and onto your hand.

To his horror, however, you don’t stop moving your hand.

When the last of his pleasure haze left him, the sudden pain of overstimulation strikes him, causing his whole body to suddenly tense up. His head shot up to stare at you wide-eyed, mouth slack in surprise as you pumped his now soft cock. A whimper tears from his throat as his eyes swarm with tears at the stinging pain as you continued to move your hand quickly up and down his shaft, faster now than before.

“Y/n, please, it hurts” he finally is able to cry out, his chest heaving from the deep breaths he is having to take to dull the pain in his cock. His thighs twitched again as more pleas leave his lips, desperately looking at you, but you just shook your head, delivering a devilish smirk to him.

“You were the one who became so excited at just the meet thought of your reward, I am simply giving you the pleasure you craved.”

He opened his mouth again to argue against you but you cut him off, “There’s no use speaking Laszlo, for I won’t let you go until I have milked you dry, until you are too fucked out to even think anymore, only thrust your hips like a good little boy.”

Laszlo cried out at your words realising just how far you were going to push him. It was too much for a man of his age, he wasn’t young he couldn’t keep cumming. And yet though he shook his head and continue you plead with you, you both could feel how his cock started to become hard in your hand again.

He bit his lip harshly and threw his head back as the pain of the overstimulation lead to pleasure for him again. His throat wanted to cry out from the pleasure but his embarrassment from how good he was feeling tried to prevent it. However, all it took was for you to brush your thumb over his sensitive tip, and press down on it and his whole body was thrashing as he cried out. Almost as quickly as last time, he was brought to the edge of his climax. You take his cock a slight tug and that was all it took for him to lose it again, his cock twitching within his palm as his hips violently twitched forward. Though it was less than last time his cock still pumped out more streams of cum all over you and him but his mind was so swarmed in an even intenser pleasure than from his last orgasm he didn’t even notice.

His whole body was shaking for at least three minutes as finally tears started to flow from his eyes from the intensity of the climax. He wasn’t even aware now of the pitiful gasps and moans that left his lips. All he was aware of was how your hand was still moving on his cock and how much it hurt and pleasured him.