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𝖆𝖈𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso just couldn’t wait for you and him to be acquainted.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : college au, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 5.3K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from acquainted by the weeknd.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably my favorite yet. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Baby, you're no good 'cause they warned me ‘bout your type.

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, NO. She’s bad news, dude.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t. She just gives off the vibe that she’d break your heart or somethin'.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, she’s out of your league, first of all. You’re kinda awkward, and I can’t tell if you’re celibate or just can’t get laid. That and she’s pretty friendly with everyone.”

“Shouldn’t she be friendly?”

“Yeah, a little too friendly. A jealous motherfucker like you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“She wouldn’t be that way if she was in a relationship, right?”

Yuuji raised his eyebrow and threw his arms up.

“The world may never know. That is unless…you wanna know?”

Choso rolled his eyes, following Yuuji to class.

Baby, you're no good; I think I fell for you.

Little did Yuuji know Choso was already in love with you. As much as he’d try not to, he couldn’t help but see you walking around campus.

Pretty face adorned with sparkly lipgloss, your hair always down, giving a slight view of your hoop earrings. You usually wore a little locket necklace, never telling anyone what was inside, sitting atop a pink shirt that your tits always looked great in. Then a miniskirt that, depending on the breeze that day, gave a sneak peek of your ass. Then, the heels you wear, except for the winter when you wore a cute pair of boots with leggings, he could practically see through them. It was tough when he was in class with you; you raised your hand to answer a question, a French manicure, and the clinking of your bangles that were practically ASMR for him. Then, there were your books that, when some random guy wasn’t offering to hold them, pressed against your chest, making your breasts lift as you walked. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; other days, vanilla, pretty hard to miss as you walked by. Then there was your skin, always glowing like you drank from the fountain of youth or something, legs smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. Sometimes, you had a pair of stockings or thigh highs that covered them, ending a little lower than where your skirt ended; god forbid you bent over, which you were careful never to do, usually asking someone to pick something up for you. You never touched a door either; sure, it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, running around like your puppies ready for a task; sometimes you gave them one, they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you parted your lips so sexily to take in and suck.

It's not like he was paying attention or anything.

You got me puttin' time in.

Now, Choso wasn’t terrible at talking to girls, sometimes getting approached but a little too awkward to continue the conversation. Then again, he had the hots for you, so it was hard to look at anyone else. He’d got it in his mind that he’d talk to you one of these days. Maybe he’d ask you out on a date, but he wouldn’t know how he’d react if you rejected him; in light of that, he never said anything to you, just an awkward look if you guys ever made eye contact, which you always gave him a confident one, followed by a wave. But all that was thrown out the window right now. He was too shocked that you were standing in front of him to hear what you’d said; your face had one of those optimistic looks, hands sitting on his desk in the library as your arms squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him.

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Your skirt sat particularly short on your hips today, your belly button ring gleaming with a little heart at the end, but his eyes drifted to your waistline, a little bit of a pink fabric peeking ever so slightly out the top of your denim-

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

It was more than okay. He had to shift in his seat, boner becoming irritably hard against his thigh.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

He took that as his one-way ticket to testing the waters with you.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits calling out as you shifted towards him in the seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, but he knew he had to focus if this was gonna work at all.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

He was free anytime for you.

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails; nothing looked bad about them, so he was confused. He hadn’t realized how busy you were, which explained why you didn’t have a boyfriend. But that only made him feel worse.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out in front of you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color; I've changed my mind since last week.”

Your phone got a ring; he noticed it was Mai, a girl he’d often see you walking around with. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

He couldn't hear what Mai was saying to you on the phone, but fuck, he wished you'd answer the phone like that for him. That's when it struck him that he hadn't even-

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number.

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off, 'kay? Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. See, this is where Choso was fucked; he had to think about when he should text you, now, later today, or Wednesday? That and his boner. He hurried up and shuffled to his and Yuuji’s dorm room, using his backpack to cover his crotch.

Nobody got me feeling this way.

“YOU GOT HER NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because I’m tutoring her.”

“So, you and her, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Yuuji, now fuck off!”

When Choso told Yuuji about the exchange earlier, he was convinced you were on something.

“So, she just randomly walked up to you? Isn’t that weird?”

“Is it that foreign for someone to want to talk to me?”

Yuuji looked him up and down, giving him that look. Choso scoffed and continued typing up his essay. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, if he was being honest. He tried his best to put off texting you, but that lasted all but 4 hours.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

He sighed as he threw his head back. He was feeling a bit stupid, to be honest. For all he knew, you had been dared to talk to him, or it was a little game you came up with. Still, he knew it wasn’t in your character to do something like that, but his self-loathing told him otherwise. All of a sudden, though, his screen lit up.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, 'kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! see you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, Choso was nervous all day. Yuuji teased him for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” Choso had seen you in class with the usual demeanor and look, but instead, today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, which went straight to his dick. It had been 4:55, and he was pacing his room, trying to mentally and physically prepare to be alone with you for the next hour or so. But then five came, then 5:05, then-

A knock at the door, which he was praying, wasn't Yuuji coming back to the room; he told Choso earlier he was gonna spend the night out ‘In case something happened.’ Much to Choso’s bliss, it was you, panting a bit.

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

Choso had realized you had a different shirt on when he opened the door. This one was a lower cut, your cleavage on full display, the bottom short cropped. Damn, you looked good.

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, and he waited for you to say something; his room was pretty much clean, except for a pair of socks Yuuji left on the floor. Instead, you smile at him, then bend over to set your purse and books- fuck, you bent over. Choso looked at every single item in the room, anything to not stare at your ass in his peripheral vision. Quickly, you got up and turned around, Choso flustered as ever.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and Choso was shocked at his level of resolve. He tried his best to help you and pay attention to the papers in front of you, but fuck, your tits looked great from this angle.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him into a hug that made his breath rapid. You pulled back from him now, still hugging him, as you looked up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Choso was much taller than you, so he was getting quite the view, but that came with him looking the most flustered he’s ever been. You let go with a giggle, walking over to sit on his bed. He watched you sit back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. God, you looked cute, even better that you were sitting on HIS bed.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

You got me touchin' on your body…

He walked over to you with a confused look on his face. What could you possibly want? You guys had already studied, which is what you both agreed to; maybe another class-

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

He was about to fucking die. He couldn’t help but pinch himself; he had to be dreaming. It was already surprising to him that you were in his room, but you practically asking him to touch your pussy was an enigma. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

Choso started melting, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. With urgency, he dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. God, he could smell you; it was making him hungry. Then there was your thong soaked from your wetness, leading him to wonder how long you wanted this. The print of your lips against the fabric was about to send him over. He brought his hands up your legs, the feeling of your plush thighs making him ache, all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He wasted no time grabbing the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming. He experimentally brought his fingers up to spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He almost passed out, but that was the last thing he needed to start his mission.

Choso brought his lips down to your pussy, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. You were moaning, body arching as you found your fingers in his hair. Fuck you tasted good. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making the most out of this situation and simultaneously making you whimper.

“Choso….”

You sounded so fucking good. Every moan of his name went straight to his dick, which was looking to rub against anything to get some relief. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. He explored your walls carefully, but it wasn’t until he curled his fingers that he really got a rise out of you.

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He was a damn good listener. He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. He was in disbelief; he was the one making you feel like this. Moan like this. Cum like this. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way that brought him out of his hazy state. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back. Choso was in fucking heaven. You were panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched; you were a sight to see. You began to come back to earth, sitting up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it’s not like he fuckin' cared.

“Come here.”

Your usual bubbly demeanor left the second you came, grabbing Choso by his shirt and bringing him down to kiss you. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, you were so hot, all of his senses were filled with you, he was gonna lose his-

I know I'd rather be complacent.

He fucking came on himself. Simultaneously, your phone began to ring, the same tone as the other day when Mai called you. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone. God, he praised himself for wearing back sweats that day. Luckily for him, it didn’t seem you noticed, picking up the phone and smiling. Just like that, you were back to your usual self.

“Hey, hey!”

Mai said something to you as Choso went to his drawer, already looking for a set of underwear and pants to replace the ones he accidentally soaked. You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

You looked at him from head to toe, smirking as you continued talking. Fuck, what were you guys talking about?

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; this time, he really couldn’t look because he knew his dick would probably betray him. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

Choso took a shower as soon as you left, in which he had to relieve himself from the events of today. It’s like he couldn’t get your taste you out of his head; every time he tried to focus on his essay, you were there. It didn’t help when he found your thong on the floor beside his bed. Shit, he hadn’t even thought to put them back on you. Quickly, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them.

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

Fuck, you were dangerous.

Girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Baby, you're no good.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Shut the fuck up, you're gonna wake the whole hall!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked her?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, she sucked your-”

“NO, YUUJI, JESUS.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, you gave her head!”

Choso became flustered, never really having a conversation with Yuuji about his sex life, but Yuuji was more than open about his.

“Yes, I gave her head.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You’re too damn loud!”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I didn’t believe in you or anything, but a girl like that? I probably would’ve cum on myself.”

Now, Choso knew you were busy, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see you again. He’d remembered everything you said you had to do, so he figured he’d talk to you again at Nobara’s party. He was initially going because Nobara was a mutual friend through Yuuji, but now, he had a way better reason. You guys had seen each other around the halls Thursday, you giving him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. He hadn’t texted you either, trying to be considerate of your time, but as Friday afternoon came along, you appeared to be distant with him. He was nervous at this point. What if he was over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that maybe you had realized he came on himself, which hurt his feelings pretty bad. I mean, he couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral on the girl he’d liked for months now, he was already in bad shape to begin with. But, fuck, he missed you.

All my homies think I'm crazy 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately.

Nobara’s party could be heard down the street, some AirBnb, all your sisters put in on. Choso couldn’t lie; it was pretty nice, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. He and Yuuji had shuffled their way into the house, Yuuji immediately looking for something to drink that was far from water. Once he found a bottle of tequila, he poured him and Choso a couple of shots, both throwing them back like it was nothing. Yuuji seemed to know everyone at this party, sparking conversation with damn near anyone that walked by. He and Choso found their way to the backyard, sitting in the little patio section next to the pool.

“So, did you text her yet?”

“No, I’m pretty sure she’s upset with me about something.”

“Cause she’s been giving you the silent treatment?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s obviously not giving it to him.”

But really, if I could, I'd forget about you.

Yuuji pointed to you on the other side of the pool, talking to some guy. You held a cup, presumably with alcohol, but what you were wearing was the kicker. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; they were basically underwear with how high they came up, the underside of your ass on display. You were leaning into the guy, obviously in deep conversation. The guy, however, was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was staring so intently at your chest.

You got me puttin' time in.

Choso couldn’t lie, it pissed him off real bad. He couldn’t tell if it was because you were talking to this guy and not him or because the guy was looking at you so inappropriately; it wasn’t like he was one to talk. But his jaw locked as he saw the guy slip a hand onto your waist as you stumbled a bit, and you didn’t stop him.

“She’s free to do what she wants.”

“Yeah, she’s doin’ what she wants, alright. Your face was in her pussy on Wednesday, and she’s probably gonna do the same to him tonight.”

Nobody got me feeling this way.

Yuuji’s comment had put a fire under Choso’s ass. Immediately, he got up from where he and Yuuji sat, heading straight towards you.

“Told you, you were jealous, bitch!”

Now, Choso wasn’t the confrontational type, but three shots in, he felt a little bit of that liquid courage. He’d closed the gap between the patio and the pool quickly, focused on getting to you; as he walked up, he could hear you giggling at whatever that fucker was saying. You turned your head in surprise, an awkward smile on your face as Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

Choso could hear the guy cursing him out in confusion as he walked away with you, but if anyone was confused, it was you.

You got me touchin' on your body….

Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He found an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him.

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. That’s why you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him intently.

“Depends.”

“On?”

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

Ever since I met you, I couldn't believe what you did.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. Choso was a bit more familiar with you now; he knew you liked it when he fucked you with his tongue and that you moan a little harder when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. But, god, you were intoxicating. He missed the taste of your pre-cum on his lips, shamelessly saturating his whole face with your juices. That is until he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

That made him hungry, greedy even. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure he was giving you.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it was all in vain because when you came, your body came undone. You buck your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. You were fucking beautiful. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he saw your tits rise and fall from all the panting you were doing. He figured it wasn’t too bad to give you another orgasm; you looked so fucking hot coming down that he couldn’t resist drinking your cum as he brought his thumb to your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

Now, Choso felt a little adventurous, bringing his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name like a symphony, pulling them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

So comfort me…

Choso smirked into your pussy as you came, falling over onto the bed immediately. He was kissing you now, soft and sweet, like he didn’t intend to fuck the shit out of you. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. He enjoyed the view of you, spent and gasping for air, bucking your hips slowly as you waited for him to fuck you. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, dick almost stabbing out the front of his briefs. He took them off quickly, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch. Messily, he brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his shaft as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, making you groan. He gripped you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could see your pretty face as you took him so well.

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, scratching his back as he reached the deepest parts of you.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

He couldn’t fucking believe it. This entire time you’d been waiting for him to make a move, and he was too fucking pussy to do it. Well, he’ll make it up to you now by fucking your pussy. He hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. And god, you were sexy. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust to get a rise out of you.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Ain't no rush from me.

That was enough for Choso. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. He prayed you’d cum soon because he’d be down for the count here shortly, panting into the side of your neck as he took you. And take you, he did, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you, nor did Choso, because he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you. Your pussy was like fucking heaven, taking his cum so well as your hands fell to your side, too fucked out to move.

I’ll keep on touchin' on your body. To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Choso fell beside you, exhausted as ever. He was grateful he’d taken precautionary measures and relieved himself before he came to the party cause he surely would’ve cum the second he felt your pussy. He looked over at you; he could tell you were pretty damn tired; who wouldn’t be after he made you cum so many times. So, he helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car. He shot Yuuji a text to let him know he was leaving, choosing to leave out the details of what he had been doing for the past hour and a half. After getting you in the car, he got in the driver’s seat and started it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it.

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

Choso gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, removing your clothes and helping you get into one of his t-shirts. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest, letting you get comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

‘Baby’, huh? He could get used to that.

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

♱ the song used in this story is acquainted by the weeknd. 🖤

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The Fox and The Fawn

High Lord Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part One

Summary - As the ways of the world shift, you find yourself torn between those who have always cared for you and the life you feel like you were made to live.

Warnings - none right now really, some angst, harmless flirting, tension, slight fluff, mention of wing loss

Hauntingly beautiful was one of the few ways to describe the High Lord Eris Vanserra.

There was a rake-ish look about him, like he belonged in one of Nesta's regency era romance novels that had her eyes widened and bottom lip caught between her teeth. It was rather infuriating.

Tension continued to linger, one of doubtful trust. Rhys wanted to trust Eris, he wanted to trust that the new High Lord of Autumn knew what he was doing, but something was stopping your brother from investing into the change fully and you weren't quite sure what.

Eris sat opposite you in the meeting chamber, eyes trailing down your figure approvingly, a crown of golden leaves dipping to his brow and accentuating those russet eyes that always sought to burn you with their intense glare. It had been strictly forbidden for you to leave Velaris on your own after what had happened to your elder sister at the hands of Tamlin, you understood it of course, Rhys wouldn't survive if he lost you too, his youngest sibling but by far the fiercest creature in all of Prythian's history.

War was scoured into your bones, hellfire raged in your soul, and you were very well known for your tactical prowess and outspoken nature, from your quick wit to your dry humour. Some said that you were the reason that Prythian still stood, you had worked very hard to undermine Amarantha right under her nose, feigning innocence and naivety that she drank from like a fountain of youth, you had been instrumental in the war against Hybern too, and Eris had watched in stoic awe as you wielded your sword like it was an extension of yourself, gracefully cutting down your victims and using your power to decimate hoards of males into ash.

Eris wouldn't admit it, certainly not in front of Rhysand and Cassian who made it his mission to keep Eris as far away from you as possible, but he thought that you were the most incredible thing he had ever witnessed. And as you sat before him, draped in a sheer black dress adorned with white crystals that allowed him to relish at the picture of your full breasts, it was taking him a lot of will power to not fling you on that table and take you right there and then, even if your brother was watching, he didn't care.

The meeting was simple, Rhys wanted to know how the politics between the courts were to improve with Eris now at the helm and steering the Autumn Court ship. Feyre sat to the left of your brother, dressed in her usual ethereal pale blue, another garment made by your mother, but less impressive than the items you owned. You sat to his right with Azriel to your side, Mor, Cassian and Nesta occupied the seats to Feyre's left in that order, and Lucien lingered somewhere between, still on the side of the Night Court, put just an arms length away from his brother.

Eris was stoic and cruel, power radiated from him, but you seemed the be the only one who saw what lingered beneath that façade. The occasional split second glance he would direct to Lucien when he thought no one was watching, one full of regret and sadness. It seemed that there were many more layers to Eris Vanserra than any of you realised.

"How do we know that you won't rule like your father did?" Rhys had craned forward in his seat, his jet black crown glistening in the darkening sunlight that poured down through the domed windows.

Eris' jaw ticked, a clearly sensitive subject for him, your chin dipped in examination and for a moment, he glanced to you, fire in his eyes that mirrored the very faint sphere of orange that curled around pupils, "Would I have bothered to overthrow him to only rule like him?" Eris replied with his own question and you felt Mor scoff from where you sat, your older cousin not enjoying the sentiment one bit.

"Who knows what you males strive for," Mor bit, more like growled, at him, you face remained distant and cold, you didn't remove your gaze from him, everyone knew that they couldn't hide from you, you were too observant.

Guilt had swirled in your gut at the sight of him, under examination by a group of people he longed to be somewhat friendly with, to work with to better the lives of his people, and Velaris was rich in knowledge and power, it was a court that you would want on your side if you walked a second in his shoes.

It wasn't often, if at all, that you would speak at meetings, it was an unspoken rule for you to be seen and not heard, your presence was powerful enough, and you did have the knack for making things worse with your jabbing words, "Raise your hand if your father is a piece of shit," the room fell silent, and Azriel had his head dipped low to conceal his smirk, his knee nudging yours gently in warning.

Slowly you raised your hand and looked to Rhys who rolled his eyes, but didn't raise his own, he didn't want to indulge you. In turn, Cassian raised his hand, Azriel lifted a finger as did Mor, Lucien's hand raised with his elbow still firmly plastered on the arm of his chair, and Eris didn't dare partake, but you all knew his answer already. Counting under your breath at the souls that had answered your call, you relaxed into your seat, "I don't know about you Rhys but I don't think you're anything like our dear old dad. Mor is nothing like hers, nor is Cassian or Azriel or Lucien. If we were all held accountable for the actions of our fathers then we surely would live in the most tyrannical world possible, no?"

Rhys raked down the iron clad walls of your mind and you gave him a pointed look, refusing him entry and smirking at the twitch that pulled at the corner of his lip, "There is no evidence that Eris will be like Beron, and refusing him alliance only makes such possibilities more likely," you picked at an invisible thread of your sheer black garment and feathered your fingers down the bargain tattoo that curled around your upper arm, one that matched the mark Azriel bore in the same place from a stupid bargain you had made what felt like eons ago.

"In simple terms, brother," you fluttered your eyelashes at him, ignoring his clear fury, "Get over yourself and give it a chance. Prythian can't be a land of harmony when males with big egos can't see the opportunity before them."

Feyre had confined herself to looking at the wall, shifting uncomfortably at the colliding forces of power between you and her mate. It was never something she had the courage to stand between, she'd perish if she even tried. Nesta was smirking at you, the only one who would hold Rhys accountable and live to see another day, relishing in the fury of the High Lord.

Another nudge prodded into your thigh and you snapped your gaze to Azriel, "Will you stop nudging me?" You swatted at his thigh, "This world has been through enough already, Amarantha, Hybern, Koschei... It's time that we made a world to be proud of and we can only do that if we work together."

"Who knew that the fawn had a voice?" Eris spoke and you sent him a satisfied grin, Rhys looked to the High Lord and snarled at the name he had dared to direct to you, but quickly composed himself with a warning glace to you that meant he would deal with you later.

Matching is tone, you teased, "Thank you. My campaign for High Lady is imminent," Cassian let out an audible low chuckle, his shoulders shaking next to Nesta who was doing her best to contain the amused smile that fought its way onto her lips.

Typical y/n.

Looking to Rhys, you smiled and waiting expectantly, he seethed out his answer, "Fine," he moved his attention to Eris who was still smirking at you, eyes blazing with curiosity, "We will work with you, Eris. Let's call this the start of a long lasting alliance between our courts," Rhys rose to his feet, "Please feel free to stay the evening and join us for dinner. I will have a room prepared for you."

An olive branch, one that made you avert your gaze to Eris to see him nod in shocked agreement.

Rhys lowered himself so that his head lingered by your ear, his fingers curled around the back of your chair, and he growled, "My office. Now."

A chill slithered down your spine and you smiled thinly at no one in particular before rising from your seat and following Rhys from the room. The pair of you didn't utter a single word as he led you through the halls of the House of Wind, walls that seemed to shrink away from your pulsating energies as he led you to his office and shut the door behind your entrance.

"What in the name of the Mother do you think you're doing?" Rhys seethed as he rounded your smaller figure, towering over you to the point that he shrouded you in the shadow of his figure and flexing wings.

With a raised brow, you spoke calmly, "I highly suggest you take a step back and stop trying to intimidate me," his gaze softened slightly and he obeyed you, stuttering back a couple of feet and tucking his wings out of sight.

"Eris is not someone that we should have an alliance with," he leaned against his desk and watched as you turned around, lifting the heavy glass lid to his whisky decanter and pouring two glasses of the amber liquid before extending one out to him which he took without question.

You waited until he had taken a sip before talking, "Regardless of what you think, you know I'm right," you took the seat opposite the desk and nestled into the deep brown cushions, leaving him standing before you, "Rhys, you wear a mask to the rest of the world, in everywhere other than Velaris. Cauldron, you even make us follow suit. Has it ever entered your limited mind that Eris may do the same, that he too is hiding behind the mask he has created for himself?"

Rhys frowned, "Did you just call me stupid?"

Scoffing, you sipped the amber liquid and enjoyed the delicious burn that sank down your throat, "All you're doing is proving my point."

Rhys threw his head back and inhaled deeply, clenching his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose, "You know that I love you," he lowered his gaze to wash over you, but you didn't falter, you had never faltered under Rhys' glare, you were perhaps the only one who wasn't impacted by it, "You have to understand that I will always do what is right to protect our home, to protect you."

"And you have to understand that I will always do what is right to better the continent, not just our people."

The relationship between you and Rhys was a complicated one. There was a lot of love and respect between you, but his fear of losing you often clouded his mind. His word was law, but your word was the final judgement. The reckoning. There was nothing even he could do to change that.

Many males had attempted to get close to you, but none were good enough to appease the expectations of the High Lord of the Night Court. It wasn't as if you cared. You required an equal, someone who wouldn't diminish your power, and males had the tendency to attempt to control you.

Rhys had even refused your hand to Helion, much to your disappointment, and before the acts that led to the demise of your sister, he had refused to extend a thought to Tamlin who had clearly been besotted with you. Thank the cauldron for that at least.

"You have a strong will, y/n," a backhanded compliment if you had ever heard one, you rose from your seat and placed your empty glass on the bare surface to his left, "It will get you in trouble."

"Good. I can't wait."

Leaving Rhys alone in his office had filled you with far too much smugness and serenity.

The golden tainted pink hue from the sunset poured through the large windows, trickling up the walls and coating your skin in its soft shimmer as you paced before them.

Black fabric chased after your steps from your dress sweeping in the breeze you had created in your movements, you could feel the comfort of your chambers, you could almost taste it as you rounded the corner and entered the room without a second thought.

The familiar skitter of cool kisses swirled around your ankles and you didn't need to look up to see who was splayed across your cream comforter, "I know what you're going to say," you disappeared behind the thin clouded dressing screen and peeled your dress from your body, rifling through the railing full of ornate pieces whilst Azriel examined your silhouette from his place on your bed.

"Then I don't need to tell you how stupid you are," you looked over your shoulder at his words, like he could see your expression which was one of confusion and annoyance, "I swear you get more defiant each day."

Peeking your head around the corner of the screen, displaying your face and shoulder to him, you spoke, "It's the only exciting thing I have to do around here."

Azriel quirked a brow to you, his shadows dancing around his shoulders at the sound of your voice, "That's not true," you scoffed at his words and disappeared back behind the screen, continuing on your quest to find a dress for dinner, "There are plenty of things to keep you entertained in Velaris."

"Azriel," you deadpanned, not stopping your movements in plucking dressed from the railing and holding them up to your body, "Rhys doesn't let me do anything other than train and sit and look pretty and intimidating. I'm Velaris' glorified trophy."

A particular garment caught your eye and you smirked, taking it from its hanger and pulling it up your form. It was a stunning piece, one you rarely wore. An ornate solid gold bodice of blooming roses and ivy that connected to a red wine skirt that possessed a high slit, cream lace poked from the highest point of the slit and kissed your thigh.

"That's not true. He let you fight against Hybern," Azriel told you pointedly, seemingly becoming lost for words when you stepped from the screen and soothed down the skirt of the dress before bending down to secure golden heeled sandals to your feet.

"I fought against Hybern because there was no choice to do anything but that," you hadn't spared the Shadowsinger a glance but smiled softly at the shadows that curled lovingly around your ankles, you held two sets of earrings up to your ears and tilted your head in the mirror, "I'm sure if there was an option to stay home then Rhys would have gladly assigned the position to me."

Azriel rose from the bed, moving behind you and resting his hands on your hips, his hazel eyes boring into your reflection, "He worries about losing you. He couldn't stop what happened to your mother and sister, I think he just wants to be able to stop anything from happening to you," Azriel smiled at you and your orange ringed violet eyes softened at him, "Wear the red ones, they match the skirt."

"Thanks, Az," he hummed in response and took a step back, the place where his hands once lay turning cold and begging for more, "Shall we go to dinner then? What an exciting evening we have ahead of us," Azriel chuckled and offered his arm to you which you gladly took, allowing him to pull you from the room.

There was an unspoken attachment between you and Azriel, like it could be something more if you were both willing to risk your already perfect relationship on the notion of it. You both knew that feelings lingered, but if Rhys ever found out it would surely cause a civil war within your family, and you'd hate to think where everyone would stand in that battle.

The dining room had been beautifully dressed, a black tablecloth and tall golden candles, gold plates and coated silverware, ornate but expensive goblets and an array of blood red and orange flowers, no doubt a nod from Feyre of respect toward Eris.

Azriel left you at your usual seat with a subtle squeeze of the hand before rounding the table and taking his spot opposite you, scuffing the chair against the stone and sitting in it as you did in yours. Family members trailed in one by one, Nesta took her seat beside you and Cassian sat to her left, Mor took the spot beside Azriel and Elain took the other, then Amren entered, then Rhys and Feyre, the former of which nestled into his spot at the head of the table.

Then Lucien and Eris entered, and the High Lord eyed the last two remaining spaces, the one at the head of the table opposite Rhys or the one next to you, and Eris strode beyond his brother to steal that option. He teetered at the edge of it and peered down on you questioningly, "May I?"

Feeling Rhys' eye on you that you didn't dare to acknowledge, you nodded gently, "Of course," he took your answer in the palm of his hand and used it to pull the chair out, his scent of mulled wine, candied orange and pine filling your lungs as he sat.

Eris was dressed well, a red waistcoat adorned with golden swirls, a cream shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his black pants, like he knew to match your own attire, something that not only you noticed.

Idly, decanters of wine floated about the space, pouring themselves into the empty goblets placed at every seat, and food began to appear, dish by dish, on the long table. Platters of roasted vegetables, silver dishes piled with meats, bowls of fresh salads, boats of sauces, and most importantly, towers of desserts that made your eyes glisten, wanting to skip the main course entirely and help yourself to a slice of cake.

Clearing his throat, Rhys raised his goblet, tearing you from your salivating thoughts, "A toast," he smiled thinly at Feyre whose gaze shifted to you and then to the male at your side, "To new alliances."

The room repeated the sentiment before digging in, doing their best to ignore the swirling tension caused by Eris choosing to spend the evening sat beside you. Though, that soon vanished when Cassian started telling his many tales of his escapades throughout the years with the intermittent corrections from Rhys and Azriel.

"I should thank you," a low voice spoke from your right and you craned your head toward Eris, his hypnotising russet orbs were fixated on you, dark and full of wonder as they raked over your face, "For what you said at the meeting. I hope you weren't scolded for helping my cause."

Eris' voice was low, only loud enough for you to hear and you alone, his eyes were soft and stare void of that stoic cold that usually possessed it. He looked like a completely different person, there was actually kindness bubbling within him, genuine sincerity in his words.

"Rhys can scold me all he wants, it'll never change anything," you replied in the same tone, the orange ring in your eyes burning like wildfire, "Anyhow, it's a cause worth supporting."

From the corner of your eye, you caught Lucien watching you with intrigue, his fingers encased with Elain's atop the table with a knowing glitter lingering in his expression, he grinned as his brother spoke and leaned toward Elain to whisper something beyond your realm of hearing, "I can't remember the last time I saw you before Hybern."

Smirking, you asked, "Have you been thinking about me, High Lord?"

"It's not hard to," he replied honestly, watching the faint blush creep up your cheeks, "When was the last time?"

Humming, you thought about it, it wasn't often you actually left the confinements of Velaris thanks to your brother's protective antics, your eyes glazed over slightly, "It was Under The Mountain, at the beginning, after she," you rolled you shoulders, coiling them in the memory of that night.

That's right, the last time he had seen you before the war had been the night after Amarantha had stripped your wings from your body, carving them off with her talons to punish Rhys' reluctance. It had taken everything within Eris to not set her alight on the spot, if he could have, after he had seen your shaking pale form wandering the halls like a ghost.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."

"It's fine," you insisted, sighing deeply, "It's a fading memory now, I've adjusted well."

"I'm glad to hear it," the genuine tone to him was confusing, but you always knew there more to him than what met the eye, and part of you was proud to have been correct about it.

Eris had grown up listening to the stories about you and Rhys, two formidable winged warriors that exuded darkness and power, who held the capacity in their fingers to shatter kingdoms if they so wished it.

It didn't scare him. You had never scared him actually.

"Make the most of this alliance, Eris. It's very rare that I speak up on such matters," you told him, sipping from the wine in your cup and placing it back onto the tabletop under Rhys' watchful gaze.

There was an elegance about you, Eris noticed, the poised shoulders and perfectly slender pointed ears, the violet eyes with the speckles of Autumn orange, the grace laced in your words. It was a spectacular thing to witness up close.

"Then why did you?"

There was a moment of contemplation and you furrowed your brow in thought, "I can't sit by and be part of the reason why people suffer," very unlike Rhys, "Other than that," you trailed off, looking deep into his eyes like your violet pools were drowning in his soul, "I'm not quite sure."

Author's Note

Part one to the series I've been planning for awhile.

Prepare yourselves for a pining, needy slow burn with a hint of forbidden love x

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ave09 · 11 months

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Hiiiiii!!!!! I’d love an Indy x fem!Reader fic in which Reader (who is Indy’s wife) goes on one of his adventures with him (idk maybe to find the Fountain of Youth) and somewhere along the way, Reader is believed to be dead, which devastates Indy yet he keeps going until the adventure is completed and maybe he ends up drinking from the Fountain of Youth, and then eventually finds out that Reader is still very much alive and she also drank from the Fountain of Youth!

OFC!! i love the idea!

gone

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: i have been using the “i love you, i know” exchange way to much but it’s harrison ford, how can i not lmao

“are we sure this thing even exists?”

“y’know, you say that every time and we always end up finding it.” indiana pointed out. you glanced up at him, “i know, but, indy, this-this is a fairy tale, a myth!”

the foundation of youth. many knew the tale. a fountains that’s waters could make one young again. indiana had been recruited by a man who went by the name Alan Thompson, he was a rich man who had plenty of money to spare, he was the one funding this trip.

you and your husband now found yourselves in st. augustine, florida, in search of the lost fountain. and while indiana full-heartedly believed that the two of you would be able to find it, you were very skeptical. waters that could make one young? how could it be true!

but thinking back to all the adventures indiana had been on and all that he’d found: the ark, the sankara stones, the holy grail, so in theory, it was possible to find the mystical fountain.

but you always had your doubts. there was lots of greedy rich men with money, and there were the possibilities they had sent you out on this expedition on false hope, indiana had made quite a few enemies after all.

“alright sweetheart, we gotta move.” indiana said, beckoning you to follow him. you did so, stepping along his footsteps, refusing to stray away from the path.

“do we even know where your going?”

“do you wanna lead the way?” you fell silent. indiana was a stubborn man who refused to admit when he was wrong. if he was lost, he would be determined to find a way out on his own.

as you followed your husband, you caught sight of a thin string that he was approaching, it was far below eye level, but the way the light bounded off of it had brought it to your sight

booby trap.

“indy-“

the man yelped as a net came down from the treeline and scooped him up. you jumped back in surprise, “holy shit!” you took a step forward, trying to formulate a way to help, only to feel someone hold you back. you thrashed against their grip, trying to free yourself.

“let her go!” your husband snarled, trying to rip away the net. you heard the man or men holding you say something in a language you didn’t understand, before you felt a prick in the back of your neck, quickly slipping into unconsciousness.

the last thing you heard was your husband’s voice shouting, “hold on!”

— — —

indiana jones had never felt more lost in his entire life. after taking ages to escape the stupid net he’d been so careless to fall into.

from then, he had followed the footsteps your captors had been so careless to leave, but it worked in his benefit.

anxiety clawed at the man. he was beyond worried, never in his years of taking you on expeditions with him had he ever lost you like this.

he’d always been the one with his life on the line, you were his knight in shining armor, always swooping in to save him at the last second.

but now you were gone, and it was his turn to save you.

he followed the footsteps for what felt like hours. he wasn’t one to believe in religion, but he was praying for your safety the entire time.

a specific scent filled the air which made him stop in his tracks. smoke. fire. it was close. he broke into a run, hearing the crackling of a fire as he drew closer and closer.

indiana broke through the tree line, his eyes widening. a small hut was burst into flames, the very men who had taken his wife away were standing a few feet away, cheering loudly.

you weren’t with them.

being fluent in many languages, he listened to her captors shouts, “dead! the bitch is dead!”

dead.

fury pulsed through his veins, indiana glanced at the men, glaring harshly, retrieving his gun from its holster.

two shots.

they fell crumbling to the ground.

he then rushed toward the flaming building, shouting your name. it had just burst into flames, you could very well still be alive. he called your name again, the only sound being the crackling flames. he searched the exterior, willing himself to enter the building.

but were you alive… you’d have called by now.

indiana waited hours for the flames to die, completely numb. you couldn’t be gone. it wasn’t possible. this wasn’t the way he lost you.

he walked among the ashes, in search for any sign of you. anything left.

nothing but ash.

he took another lap.

and then he found it, his sign. one the ground, hidden in the dark soot, was a metal ring.

your wedding ring. never would you have taken it off. not deliberately.

with a heavy heart, he accepted the truth. you were gone. and it was all his fault.

for the first time in a long time, indiana jones cried.

he sobbed over his lost wife, he cursed himself for letting you go with him, he would bear this weight for the rest of his miserable life.

but he knew that you wouldn’t want this for him. you’d want him to go on, explore, find lost artifacts, to keep being the man she knew and loved.

so he dried his tears, stood tall, and continued on.

— — —

days had past, but he’d finally found it.

the fountain of youth.

just as beautiful as in the stories. if only you could’ve seen this. you’d have loved it.

the man slowly approached the fountain, a metal canteen in hand. this was what he’d been paid for, to bring back some of the enchanted liquid for a dying rich man.

and look at what he’d lost just to do so.

as he filled the canteen, he thought of Alan Thompson. he’d sent them out, requesting to bring his wife along.

he was the root cause of his loss.

why should he give the dying man such a special find?

so indiana did what any sane person would do, he chugged the contents of the canteen. the liquid coursed through his veins, and yet he didn’t feel any different.

he heard footsteps close behind and whipped around.

“indiana?”

was he dreaming? he had to be dreaming. or dead. this water surely was poisonous. he couldn’t be seeing you.

“is it really you?” he choked out. you nodded, “yeah, it’s me.”

he rushed toward you, practically tackling you in an embrace. “oh my god, i thought you were dead.” he whispered, hugging you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“you can’t get rid of me that easily.” you chuckled, pecking his temple lightly. he pulled away, gazing at you were teary eyes, “i love you.”

you smiled, brushing dirt from his cheek, bringing your lips to his, “i know.”

#spn family #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #indiana jones #indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones x reader #harrison ford movies #indy #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #young harrison ford

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carleighalpha · 1 year

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Heated Exchange

Ban finds {Y/N} pleasing herself and decides to help her out with a proposal of another solution.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1K

Imagine: Smut

Warnings: Very Smutty & Knotting. A/B/O Dynamics. Claiming. Loss of Virginity.

Ban sat in the Boar Hat bored out of his mind. Meliodas, Elizabeth and King were out doing gods know what. However, {Y/N}, a Druid with some abilities, was up in her room. She join the Seven Deadly Sins due to wanting to improve her skills.

" Man this bites." Ban said as he rubbed his neck. He recalled what Elaine said to him in the Capital of the Dead.

“ You need to find someone to make you happy. What is dead should remain dead. I do love you. However, seeing you chase a chance to bring me back saddens me. Find someone to love and protect her.” Elaine's smile made Ban understand that what Elaine really wanted was for him to be happy. Have an Omega make him happy, have pups of his own. Ban was drawn out of his thoughts as he smelt a familiar smell. An Omega in heat.

" {Y/N}? No, couldn't be." He said as he got up and slowly ascended the staircase. He could hear low moans and smell the heat scent basking off of the woman. His member stood in attention as he peaked through the slightly opened door to see {Y/N} playing with herself. Her moans were like a song to Ban. He enjoyed her company, the two of them drank immense amounts of ale together.

" Oh god! Ban!" {Y/N} moaned lowly. It made Ban stiffen. She was thinking about him. He smirked at this. {Y/N} did make him happy and he wanted to know if she would be his.

" You know I could help you." Ban said as he came in. {Y/N} quickly covered herself. Her cheeks are light red.

" Ban, I thought you were out." {Y/N} squeaked out. Ban walked over and sat next to her. {Y/N} felt her wetness grow as Ban's Alpha smell was getting to her.

" I can help you. With this ya know." Ban said as his crimson eyes glistened.

" Ban." {Y/N} said as she felt the urge for him to claim her.

" I've seen how you looked at me. When we drink together. Spend time together. I want that with you and more." Ban said as he lifted {Y/N}'s chin. Her {E/C} eyes meeting his crimson ones. She bit her lip and nodded.

" I want you Ban." {Y/N} whispered to him. Ban smiled that fanged grin. He then proceeded to move the sheet off of her to reveal her bare body to him. He smirked at this before kissing her deeply. His callous hands touched her as it responded to the sensation.

" Fuck me Ban!" {Y/N} said as she raised her lower body, but Ban just had her back down.

" All in good time, Omega." Ban whispered in her ear. She whimpered as she soon felt him enter two fingers inside her virgin core. This new sensation made her gasp as he worked her body. His lips upon hers as the craving to be filled and knotted consumed her.

" Ban please for God sakes!" She cried out as the coil in her belly began to tighten. He added another finger and it threw her over the edge as she came all over his hand. Ban worked her through the orgasm. He pulled his hand away and sucked on the juices. She tasted sweet.

" Spread them." Ban said with his Alpha tone. {Y/N} did as instructed and Ban began to eagerly lap at her wet core. One hand holding her leg open as the other worked her swollen clit.

" Ban. Alpha! Fuck!" {Y/N}'s voice was high and felt every lock and stroke of his tongue working her. The coil was getting tight again.

" Ban!" {Y/N} cried out in pure pleasure as she came all over his tongue, however, that didn't stop Ban from locking up every drop as if he was taking the Fountain of Youth again. Ban came up to see {Y/N} gasping and practically begging for him to claim her.

" On top." He growled and she complied. {Y/N} watched as Ban removed his red leather from his body and marveled at him cock before he laid down.

" Take your time." Ban said as she steadied herself before he slowly inserted himself within her tight walls. {Y/N} felt the pain as he settled deep within.

"{Y/N}, I got you." Ban said as he rubbed her thighs till she calmed enough to move. As she slowly rose up and came back down, pain became pleasure for her. She bounced so carefully upon him that Ban had to restrain himself.

" I'm yours." {Y/N} said as she came down upon him. Ban loomed at her and she nodded. He carefully pulled out, not having reached his orgasm yet. He laid the girl down on the bed and reentered her, causing {Y/N} to gasp in pleasure. Ban began a slow pace as this was a new angle, but she gave a look that told him she wouldn't break. Ban smirked and began to pound within.{Y/N} moans and cries of pleasure drove Ban to keep going. His breath upon her neck, right at her place.

" Claim me Ban, I'm yours." {Y/N} moaned out before Ban felt his knot catching. He sank his teeth into the side of her neck causing the Omega underneath to orgasm underneath him as his knot inflated and proceeded to coat her insides with his seed. The two panting heavily as Ban held her to him and rolled over so she was on top. Her easy breathing made Ban hold her close as he relaxed with his Omega.

“ I never expected this to happen.” {Y/N} said as she felt the warmth coming from Ban.

“ Just taking some well needed advice from when we were in the Capital of the Dead.” Ban replied as he took a lock of her {H/C} hair into his hands.

“ I’m glad.” {Y/N} replied with a smile upon her face.

#seven deadly sins #seven deadly sins smut #ban the undead #ban the undead smut #abo dynamics

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POTC: OST Musical fan concept synopsis (cruise line version)

TW: mention of self harm and pregnancy, discussion of abuse

The ladies enter the stage and begin to gossip. One lass said she had one rumor to share.

At King George II’s courtroom. King’s guards bring up Jack because he escapes and Gibbs got the Sao’s map. The reason why Jack was brought here to the king is that the king need him to search for the Fountain of Youth before the Spanish claimed it again. Although Jack has already searched before, except he never drank the water from the fountain. Barbossa appears with a peg leg and reunites with Jack and told him that he joins as a privateer and lost the pearl 3 years ago which made Jack pissed at him. Jack escapes again and led Barbossa to ask Gibbs for a map to join his conspiracy for his “plan”

Gossipers said that Barbossa got a peg leg and lost the pearl which pissed Jack off. One said that Jack is questioning his immortality because he never once drank from the fountain after he found it in St. Augustine. Also, Barbossa was angered at Jack for wronging him and Jack accuses him of bribery for his “plan”. One says that Jack’s father, Captain Edward Teague told his son about the two chalices where treasures are rare and kept in the cave that Ponce stored, and also Teague told his son about Captain Stephen Cole.

Gossipers described Cole as tall and majestic yet more terrifying than Blackbeard. And people treat him as their king.

Jack reunited with Angelica, his lover/fwb from 10 years ago. Angelica was upset with Jack because he promised to return to her home city, Havana when they start their relationship and decided to become a pirate to search for Jack for years and became a second mate to Stephan Cole. She told him about taking Cole to the Fountain of Youth and Jack agrees since the King orders him to go to the fountain. Also, she told him about the Carnival in Tortuga and Jack agrees.

Gossipers said that when they first met, Jack thought the convent was a brothel. Angelica was charmed by him. However, he sees Angelica as someone else during the few months of their relationship. And some say he uses her to cope for cannot handle the previous women he met in his life.

At the courtyard, Gibbs was confronted by Privateer Barbossa along with Royal Navy officers, Joseph and Daniel for recruiting him for his “plan” and the map that Gibbs. Gibbs agrees to join the conspiracy and burns the map. Barbossa was shocked and asks Gibbs why he burns the map because Gibbs memorized the map during his sailor years. Nevertheless, Barbossa happily welcomes Gibbs to his company.

Meanwhile, Angelica introduces Jack to Captain Stephen Cole, the most popular pirate of them all. And discusses the fountain and wanting to drink from the fountain to make him look young again. Jack says that the water from the fountain will solve his immortality issues and it will make him immortal. Cole mentions that he fought battles with ships and shrank them as his ship in the bottle collection, and it includes Jack’s beloved Black Pearl, and owned Queen Anne’s Revenge after Blackbeard’s death. Cole told Jack after they drank the water from the fountain, he’ll give him back his Black Pearl. Jack agrees.

Gossipers said that both Jack and Cole are insecure in their own ways and think the Fountain of Youth will solve them. Jack has high hopes that he’ll get his Pearl back from Cole.

They went to Tortuga where the Carnival celebration was held. As they went there, Cole was filled with pride when the crowd cheered for him, but the soothsayer come up with him and told him to better watch out on Friday the 13th of March. However, Cole didn’t care what the soothsayer predicted. Everyone celebrated until the storm came. Jack and Angelica went damped and they have to find the shelter until they found it.

Gossipers said they “do that thing” tonight. They say that Angelica wants more intimacy than affection. But she didn't want to admit her feelings for him.

The next day, at HMS Providence, Barbossa brought Gibbs to the ship. Gibbs claims there are three Spanish ships that sail towards them. Barbossa orders his men but the Spanish ships sailed away without igniting the cannons. However, Barbossa deduces that for the Spanish, the fountain is their prize and not sink, and knew Providence will fall behind to pursue the fountain. Barbossa orders his crew to begin sailing.

A few weeks later, back at Revenge, the crew sword fighting and cannons fired to get supplies from merchant ships. After they collect supplies, they cheered. As they reach St. Augustine, Angelica and Jack spend time with each other. Jack told her about his love for the sea. And so Angelica, she want freedom. After they arrived, Angelica collects “mermaid tears” (sea glass) from the shore and put them in her little bagful, and said it was for Cole’s ritual. As the crew went to the ow, they compliment how beautiful the town is and the townspeople of Augustine praise Cole, too. Gibbs appears again, and Jack asks Gibbs why he was there. Gibbs said that He’ll spy on Cole. Meanwhile, Barbossa traded an emerald to venom from the venomous snake for his sword from the market. As they headed to the cave, Angelica told Cole that she had a dream that Cole died on Friday the 13th of March. As they arrived at the cave, Cole orders Jack to get two chalices and then left both Jack and Angelica at the hotel.

Gossipers said that Cole want Jack to get lost and die in the cave to find two chalices.

Before Jack enters the cave, Angelica told him that she heard that the cave is like a maze, she brought a ball of yarn and gives it to Jack so he could find the way out after he got two chalices and then he enters the cave with the string. Then Barbossa and his crew arrive and Barbossa’s only one enters the cave and follows the string where Jack walks. Then Angelica felt sick, and she quickly goes back to the town where the doctor’s office is located. While finally there, Angelica began catches feelings for Jack.

At the cave, Jack pulled the string of yarn as Angelica said while searching for the chalices. When he carefully goes through, he found the treasure that Ponce stored and finally saw the chalices. But he reunited Barbossa because he was ordered by the King to get the chalices for the fountain. Barbossa also explains about the Spanish stole the chalices from a long time ago. The two stole the chalices, left the cave, and went to the Spanish camp.

Meanwhile, Angelica left the doctor’s office, she said she was stated by the doctor that she was pregnant with Jack’s child, not being sick. She returns to the hotel

Gossipers said that she kept her pregnancy a secret from Cole due to her affair with Jack.

Back at the camp, Jack was told by Barbossa that his sword has snake venom. After they stole the other chalice, both got tied up around the palm trees. Barbossa said that his desire for revenge against Cole was because Cole made fun of him for being emotionally grieving over his late lover’s passing. He and Cole have a feud and got offended by Cole called him "snake". About his peg leg, he battleship with Cole and he cut off his leg in self-harm and grieving over Cole stealing the Pearl and his monkey, Jack. After this, Cole made a false rumors about Barbossa and everyone (except the Turners) turning against him. While on exile, he became a privateer. And he also didn’t like Cole’s popularity that he was jealous of. Jack agrees to help Barbossa to assassinate Cole. they escape the camp with chalices.

Gossipers said that when Angelica went back to the hotel, Jack went to the hotel, and he climbed to the balcony of her home. Then, both have a conversation.

Jack calls Angelica “bossy” and selfish when Cole was around. Angelica reveals that she was stuck on being “used” and “perfect”, and she never asks him to take Cole to the fountain, she is doing it for Cole. This shocks Jack and he told his plan for Angelica until Cole enters the room and Jack escapes.

Gossipers said Cole finds out that Angelica having an affair with Jack and betrays him for helping Jack escape from the cave. Then, Cole cuts Angelica’s hair, dreadfully.

The next day, the crew went to the Fountain of Youth, Jack freed Gibbs and starts continuing going to the fountain. As they finally arrive, Cole blinded Jack with his mirror reflected by the sun. And then Barbossa and his crew arrived and they begin battle. The battle was interrupted by the Spanish and they claim the fountain was a hoax, they left after they demolished the fountain. Before running out of time, Angelica collects water into chalices and puts mermaid tears in each chalice, and waits for the tears to dissolve. Cole drank it finally and he felt look young again. But then, Barbossa and his crew assassinate Cole with many gunshots and stab wounds. Barbossa finally stabs Cole and injected him with venom. While Cole was weak and has few minutes to live, he asks Angelica, “And you?”, Jack threw his pistol at Angelica and she shoots him dead, finally. Cole died on Friday the 13th of March. Angelica ask Jack if he would like to have a drink but Jack declines. Jack’s eyes became better after being blinded by the mirror light.

The crew returns to the town with Cole’s dead body. Cole’s Cabin Boy said that he died by ambition. He said that Angelica, Barbssa, and the rest are noble people. The Boy said Cole left all his fortune to all. And the mob turns angry and turns against Barbossa and his crew and Jack, Angelica, and their crew, too. Jack finally got his Pearl in the bottle back from late Cole and Barbossa taking over Revenge and Jack stole Dying Gull from the harbor and they flee to Tortuga from the angry mob.

At night, after they escape from the mob, Jack, Angelica, and the others briefly stay on the island. Angelica hinted to Jack that she had a child with him.

Meanwhile, Barbossa is now the new Revenge captain of the ship, reunited with his beloved monkey, Jack and he and his crew make their way to Tortuga so people view him as the new popular and powerful pirate than Cole. Barbossa became a master of his fate.

The next morning, Angelica woke up and finds out she was deserted alone and being left by Jack. She felt betrayed by him. Gossipers said that Angelica had an honest comment about Jack. Angelica called Jack a “reckless scoundrel” and also realized that she’s also used by him, upsetting.

One lady asks, did Angelica forgives Jack. Gossipers said yes. The gossipers paused until they realized they have a similar thing as Angelica and began blunting about it.

Continue to DMTNT musical

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #on stranger tides #ost musical #jack sparrow #Hector Barbossa #Barbossa #angelica teach #Angelica Montenegro #Stephen Cole #joshamee gibbs #captain jack sparrow

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wishmaster · 1 year

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Fountain of Truth

Hello, My name is Jared.

For my wish, I wish to see what life is like if I had been born a woman. I like being a guy, but I think it would be interesting to be a hot chick.

Jared had enjoyed being a man, the attention he’d get from Women and men, but as he has gotten older maybe it was time for a change. So when he heard about The Curator’s Corner opening and that they had the fountain of youth inside, he thought maybe he could turn back the clock and star over again becoming new man.

At the Curator’s Corner, the Fountain of Youth was an actual Old Soda Fountain Machine that had been enchanted , It was more the Fountain of Truth , whom ever drank from it would experience a change to his or her life That they deep down wished for.

Jared entered, ordered his own soda which he quickly swallowed, within minutes it worked and Suddenly his body and his whole World Changed.

Suddenly Jared had disappeared and ...Wait Jared, she wasn’t Jared that was her boyfriends name. Her name was Roxie and she stopped in here to check the place out with her stunning girlfriends. They sat at the counter wondering what to do next unaware there world had be changed. It was getting late Roxie needed to get home tonight she was going to Fuck Jared for the first time and her ass and pussy were excited.

He sent her a picture, home alone eating, but really want to be eating you. She put some pep in her step and rushed to his place were she hopped on the bed and presented herself.

She was ready for whatever happened tonight. Ready for the change this big step brought with it and the massive dick she was about to take in here tight pussy. Long Live Roxie the hot sexy chick Jared secretly always wanted to be.

#submission #gender transformation #body swap #sexy

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herrscheroffreedom · 2 years

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I HAVE BEEN AWAKEN FROM MY SLUMBER

Sup,long time no see

If im not mistaking the characters,echidna(re:zero) is always searching for immortality,so what about meeting an immortal reader (who have no idea how they became immortal in the first place) and slowly falling in love while she tries to figure their immortality.If you don't write for her,just send me a message so i think of another request

Have a nice day/night

Once again,english is not my first language so sorry for any mistake

Good to see you too and thanks again for the request!

The Undying Mind and The Witch of Greed

Pairing: Echidna(Re:Zero) x GN reader

You've been alive for as long as you can remember, longer even than the 4 great nations.

Your past was fuzzy at best, were you born? Did you have a family? You can vaguely remember them sometimes.

For all you know, you might be a spirit of sorts, but spirits don't bleed do they? Maybe you drank from a fountain of youth? Maybe even cursed for a sin you've committed

It doesn't matter, you've been wandering the world your whole life searching for purpose.

Living for that long of a time changed you greatly. Somedays you envied other people for being able to grow old and die, it turned you jaded and indifferent to everything.

You've been many things, a painter, a cook, a tailor, a criminal, a poet and currently a mabeast hunter.

By chance, you stumbled upon Echidna's tomb and was invited to a tea party.

Echidna was intrigued to no end by you. You had knowledge so ancient that it isn't even recorded. Not to mention she might even learn how to become immortal from you.

You hated her at first, for her amorality, callousness and uncaring nature. Sure you were quite similar, but you tried not to interfere with the lives of mortals.

One day, to save a village threatened by the Great Rabbit, you made a contract with her. You didn’t really care about the villagers, but the money was worth it, Echidna couldn’t really harm you and you thought that maybe she could bring some intrigue into your life.

You thought it through and made sure that you can pull out from the contract anytime you want.

In your spare time, she would call you to tea parties and wanted you to impart knowledge to her no matter how trivial.

She was surprised by a lot of things you taught her, some of them don't line up with historical records but you remember them as clear as day.

You never expected her to change. You saw her through the front that she puts up but eventually over decades, depending on each other created a mutual respect which blossomed into care.

She doesn't fully change of course, but she comes to understand that she fears losing you.

Eventually she comes to care more about you than the possibility of being immortal. You care for her too since you’ve never interacted with someone frequently this long and you both start to regain your humanity through each other.

You'll figure out a way to resurrect her and give her a corporeal form to start your journey together from zero.

Roswaal is gonna be super pissed but what can he do against you?

#re:zero x reader #re zero echidna #echidna x reader

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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year

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Tuck Everlasting (2002)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Anyone who's ever been in a relationship will spot something wrong with Tuck Everlasting. If you’re a teenager or inexperienced in love it may take you a bit, but that’s alright. We’ll wait for you to catch up. This film’s romance is unconvincing and bland. When it fails to engage you, all you can do is ask questions about the stuff surrounding the love plot and under the pressure, the film crumbles.

15-year-old Winnifred “Winnie” Foster (Alexis Bledel) wants to escape the life her parents have laid out for her but in 1914, she has few options. In the nearby forest, she meets Jesse Tuck (Jonathan Jackson) as he's drinking from a fountain at the foot of an old tree. Spotted, she is kidnapped by his older brother Miles (Scott Bairstow) and brought back to the Tuck home. There, she's told by Angus and Mae Tuck (William Hurt and Sissy Spacek) that she cannot leave -not until they are sure she can be trusted with their secret.

It’s hard to talk about why this film isn’t successful without revealing the Tuck family secret but I think the first scene will give you a good hint and saying a little isn’t spoiling too much. They’re immortal. The fountain Jesse drank from? His family discovered it nearly a hundred years earlier. Since then, they haven’t aged a day and are impervious to injury or disease. With that established, let’s dig into the film's problems.

I try to restrain myself from applying real-world logic to fantasy stories. Let’s assume, for example, that the spring only came to be recently - otherwise you’d have invincible Tyrannosaurus Rexes terrorizing the town of Treegap. We’re told the water’s properties also affect animals. Does it mean herds of bullet-proof deer walk around the woods? Too harsh? Fine. Here’s a question. If the Tucks are so worried the nearby townspeople will discover their secret, why are they still living so close to where they were living a century ago? It’s not like they need to drink the water over and over to stay young. Why not leave before the people start wondering why the children never age? If the Tucks are worried the fountain of youth might fall into the wrong hands, why not destroy it?

It’s easy to see what this story wants to do. Winnie is a plain (but rich) girl who wants more than what life offers. She meets a handsome boy. They fall in love but a secret threatens to tear them apart. If he gives her the same water that made him immortal, they could be together FOREVER. Sounds great but as the rest of the family reminds them, immortality might not be all it’s cracked up to be. They’re right in a way. It’s easy to take something for granted when you know there’s no risk of it going away but this film is not smart enough to convince us. It’s like a multi-millionaire complaining that money corrupts and ultimately doesn’t buy happiness. I guarantee you it beats being poor. Miles' woes seem petty. Angus’ observations about what the family’s life has become are unconvincing. If you sat down and really thought about what it would be like to live forever you could come up with far better material than this.

But ultimately, this film is not about philosophical questions. It’s about a romance under threat. Both from real life coming dangerously close to catching up with Winnie and a mysterious man (Ben Kingsley) looking for the Tucks. Unfortunately, you don’t care about the love story. Winnie and Jesse don’t have anything in common, particularly not when you learn the boy is over a hundred years old. What does he want with a teenage girl? At least Edward Cullen had a reason; he was a vampire that could read anyone’s mind except for Bella Swan's. That made her special. What’s special about Winnie? Nothing. Her only noteworthy trait is being so nondescript any teenage girl can effortlessly insert herself into her shoes. It may be enough to make younger viewers overlook the kidnapping stuff and William Hurt’s ear-splitting attempt at an accent.

Tuck Everlasting is the kind of movie you watch when you’re young and then grow out of. Any serious questions about its plot immediately become too much for it to bear. You could do much worse but unlike the Tucks, your time is limited. Don't waste it. (Full-screen version on VHS, April 2, 2020)

#Tuck Everlasting #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Jay Russell #Jeffrey Lieber #James V. Hart #Alexis Bledel #Ben Kingsley #Sissy Spacek #Amy Irving #Victor Garber #Jonathan Jackson #Scott Bairstow #William Hurt #2002 movies #2002 films

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lostonehero · 10 months

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Soul mates I dunno I like the red string of fate.

Warning smut

Micheal's always been able to see things he shouldn't be able to, like the old man on the corner in uniform, he's very kind to him, or the red string the wraps around his finger and trails off, he doesn't know what it connects to, but he has tried to follow it. He hasn't found the end yet.

He knows his dad has one, and it's connected to his Uncle Henry's hand. Mom doesn't have one. Well, she does, but it's not red. Hers makes him uncomfortable. His siblings have them too, but they seem to vanish at the ends.

.......

"The only one missing is your father." Henry leans on his cane as he stares at the mock Fazebears they have created.

A raspy voice coming from the tall man next to him. "Follow the red string." His marked mask stares at the elderly man.

"Red string?" Henry looked wistful. "Micheal, you know that stuff is made up. I'm glad you still have your imagination after all these years. I can recall when you kept saying I was connected to William."

Micheal sighs, staring at his own string. "Yeah, imagination." He recalls when he figured out what it meant when he met Jeremy. He wondered if his father and uncle got together. It would have stopped this hopeless situation. His was worn and had knots in between that hurt him to the core he forced himself away from Jeremy their last conversation was an argument, and he didn't realize he severed their connection. It left a gaping hole where his heart should be in his empty chest cavity. He knows what the knots are. Jeremy is still searching for him no matter what he does.

His attention turned to his uncle's string. It was perfect, still vibrant and red, and strong. Both men still had that bond no matter what was happening. He knows Henry knew his father killed his daughter, yet that didn't affect it at all. He never understood how it never tore or broke.

Henry sighs, standing up. "Well, have to postpone. Stay alert tonight."

Micheal nods. "Yes, don't worry."

......

Henry woke up in an odd area. It reminded him of his first apartment with William. He passed busy a mirror and froze, touching his face. It's as if he drank from the fountain of youth. He didn't look older than his mid twenties. Was this a dream? He doesn't recall making it to bed. He was driving home.

He makes his way into the familiar hallway. It's as if this was pulled from the past, and he was slapped back inside. He wasn't really paying attention trying to figure out what he got here he bumped into a familiar figure who looked equally confused.

"William?" Henry saw a flash of red as a red string wrapped around each of their hands, forcing them closer, and he was on top of his old friend and enemy.

"Henry...." William can feel his hot breath. "What's happening?" He swallows as the red string forces them closer, lip nearly touching.

Henry's breath catches in his throat. "I don't..." The space between them closes, and they lock lips. Both men's resolve or sound minds were gone in an instant. His hands lock with William's as they refuse to part both, forgetting to breathe as if they need to.

The kiss deepens, and William unlocks his hands and starts to unbuckle his own pants, and he whines when Henry stops their kiss as he feverishly removes his pants. The cool air hit him as he pulled his pants and boxers off at the same time, his own dick sprung to life faster than he would think possible.

Henry didn't remove his boxers. Instead, he was grinding against William's exposed member, his body hot and full of desire. 'W-william." Henry groans as he reaches down, not wasting time as he inserts a finger into William.

"Hen-henry!" William gasps at the intrusion. He whines, tugging Henry's boxers down. He felt like a teenager again the way he touched and grabbed at the man on top of him. Their lips locked again, and he moaned at the second finger.

Henry felt like an animal. He bit and sucked William's lip, and he removed his fingers, getting inpatient. He thrusted himself inside, and he grips William's shoulders. "F-fuck."

"Dirty m-mouth." William gasps as Henry goes deeper, hitting that sweet spot. "Bloody do that again." He thrusts his hips up, not giving Henry time to adjust inside of him.

Both mem were lost in their own emotions and lust as the thrusting got faster. Henry bit down on William's shoulder as he saw white and came hard. He could feel a splatter on his chest and stomach as William followed him soon after. He pulls himself out and rolls over, laying next to him.

William was breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling. Neither man could speak they just stared above Tham as they caught themselves coming down from a high.

.....

Micheal sighs, reading the headline. "Owner of the international popular franchise Freddy Fazebear dead at 75 hit by drunk driver heading home." He hoped his uncle found peace wherever he went. He still had to follow through on this plan. To set everyone free. Even without him, he can find his father later. He had his mother, and that's who he truly wanted to burn.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #william x henry #henry emily #william afton #micheal afton

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jooahae · 2 years

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i’m convinced auntie im drank from the fountain of youth bc how the heck she’s actually older than the men she’s involved with and hasn’t aged at all

#is she immortal???#i mean a vampire #nothing makes sense in this show #the writers were on CRACK #cafe minamdang

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Ooh okay so about the "how did elves get abilities" thing I actually really like this theory I saw and would love to hear your opinions on the whole thing. It's by Keeper KOTLC on YouTube and it's called the Youth In A Bottle Theory!

Thanks for your patience as I answered this, one of my biggest weaknesses is watching videos to completion in one sitting, but!! I finally checked out the video you mentioned and it was interesting!

Here's a link for anyone anyone curious, but if you don't want to watch the video here's a basic summary: they theorize that bottles of Youth are connected to the well known fountains of Youth we see in popular media, the bottles of water retrieved from the springs. The magic properties of these springs are then theorized to be the explanations behind all the differences between humans and elves, as if elves were humans who became elves through fountains of Youth, all their differences can be attributed to that one change. It goes into more detail about other things like sanity and the cache secrets, but that was the premise!

(my thought are under the cut for space)

So for a quick recap on the info behind the bottles of youth that we get in canon, they're introduced mainly in book one by Elwin with this exchange on page 120:

"Good girl," Elwin said as he cleared the empty vials away. He placed a large, clear bottle in front of her. "All of us drink one of these every day, but I want you to drink two for a while, to make up for lost time." "'Youth in a Bottle,'" she read from the label. "Like the fountain of youth?" "I suppose that is where those legends come from," he agreed. "It has a few enzymes that are essential for our health."

So that's confirmation that the bottles of youth and fountains of youth are connected, as they said! Canon seems to imply that it was the bottles that came before the fountain instead of the other way around. Instead of the water being collected from those fountains around the world and drank by elves, it's part of their medical arsenal, so that does clash with the Youth in a Bottle theory.

Aside from that, attributing the elves' long lifespans and magical capacities doesn't seem like too far of a stretch. If the legends were inspired by Youth, and those legends spoke of it granting eternal life, one has to wonder where they got that from. It may very well be because they get their lifespan from the Youth and humans simply mistook where they sourced it from. It's also possible that humans extrapolated the evidence they saw, all elves being young and attractive and all elves drinking Youth daily, coming to the conclusion that it must be the explanation for it and taking it from there without verifying.

There's the matter of it being named Youth in a Bottle and drank daily, which seems to indicate that it's related to their youth. And while I'm not discrediting that, it's also possible that in this instance it's not meant literally. Youth is a word often attributed to health and wellness, and younger people are generally (not always) in better health. As Youth is essential to elven health, the name could be misleading and instead conflated, meaning more "health in a bottle."

There's also the description of Youth from page 351 of Unlocked, which reads as follows:

Elves drink at least on bottle of this cold, sweet water daily because it contains an essential enzyme that helps flush toxins out of the system. Any treatment plan for an illness or injury always includes additional bottles of Youth.

This equates Youth to more of a detoxer than something that makes them eternally youthful, which could help explain how Sophie went so many years without it without consequence. It also confirms the theory's assessment that Youth is not a multi-vitamin! The reasoning about Elwin prescribing Sophie more Youth not being how vitamins work is correct, though slight error as there are things (bad things) that can happen when you take excessive vitamins, but that's not important.

If it's a detox, I'm curious how that could link up with the Youth in a bottle theory! Perhaps cleansing the elven body of the human toxins that humans are afflicted with allows their bodies to advance somehow. You know all those things like "you gotta cleanse your body to activate your third eye and spiritual energy!!" that's essentially what I'm equating all this too. Which also fits with the theory saying that elves used to be humans until they drank Youth, as if what it does is cleanse the body to be able to advance, any human could become an elf. Hence the secrecy and cover-ups. Not quite sure how this gives them pointed ears as they age but we can figure something out

After watching the video twice, my overall conclusion is that there are some reasonable conclusions drawn here, but I'm not 100% convinced. I think enacting this theory would take the worldbuilding a step farther than Shannon intended, but that's not necessarily a bad thing! Given what we know about Youth being the inspiration for the fountains and it being more of a detox, those details clash a bit too much for me to fully accept the theory.

But that's just me! The theory makes enough ties between eternal life, the fountain of youth, the function of Youth, and elven society to hold it's ground. I wouldn't argue with anyone for believing it and using that as the basis to understand the elven world! It's one of those "i can see exactly the logic behind that," I'm just sticking a little closer to what I know of canon for the time being

thanks for sharing the video/theory, as it was a new perspective to look through! Youth definitely isn't focused on a lot, so it's nice to explore it

#....hmmmm #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc theories #quil's queries #nonsie #i think the one part of the video where I went is the connection made between the caches #I don't think the fountains would be a severe enough secret to warrant the sanity argument #and at this point in time we knew about the human experimentation. which is connected to vespera #so I'm pretty sure that's the sanity shattering secret being kept #not the fountains #otherwise everything seemed to flow even if I'm not 100% behind everything #it's a theory that I can see the logic behind and go yeah that makes sense!! but not completely adopt #if that makes sense #like 'valid theory but not one I'm going to focus on'#this makes it sound like I don't care wait. I do. I really enjoy this perspective and theory!

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gingerwarrior · 2 years

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I saw the post about Hapi and thought I'd share another intersex deity. This one is named Hermaphroditus, a Greek deity. The term hermaphrodite, the former term for intersex originated from this god's name.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods and Aphrodite, the goddess of love bore a beautiful son. Combining their names together, they decided to name him Hermaphroditus. They didn't raise their son, however. Alternatively, he was sent to Mount Ida, a mountain of Asia Minor, where he was raised by nymphs.

Hermaphroditus was extremely handsome, and he knew it. His ego even convinced him he could conquer the world with his looks alone. As a result, when he turned fifteen, he set out to try to do just that.

One of the places he visited was Caria. One day, he ventured out to explore some woods near Halicarnassus and came upon a nymph named Salmacis sitting near a fountain. This nymph must have agreed with the current assessment of his beauty because she was instantly suffused with lust for him.

Salmacis's urge to have the boy was so overpowering, she tried desperately to seduce him. But her love was one-sided, as Hermaphroditus wanted nothing to do with her and rejected every advance.

Ultimately, Salmacis gave up and left, or so Hermaphroditus thought. The nymph was actually hiding behind a tree, watching as the god undressed and began to bathe in the pool.

Just when she undoubtedly knew his guard was down, Salmacis jumped nimbly into the shimmering water and entangled her body tightly around Hermaphroditus. Although he struggled fiercely to get away, the nymph fervently kissed him and kept him in her clutches.

As Hermaphroditus tried to doggedly fight her off, Salmacis cried out to the gods and beseeched them to unite the two together forever. What she likely meant was to be joined in a committed relationship. What the gods did, however, was physically join the two.

Hermaphroditus' flawless skin began softening, his face and legs became more feminine, and he grew breasts; however, his male genitalia stayed. He was devastated! He knew he could no longer conquer the world with his youthful looks because the world would fiercely reject him.

As told by the Roman poet, Ovid, in Metamorphoses, a distraught and spiteful Hermaphroditus went to his parents and beseeched them to curse the fountain; so that anyone who utilized it would also become like him. Some versions of the tale say anyone who drank from the pool would also grow weak. His parents granted his request.

Thanks to the concupiscent Salmacis and the events of that day, Hermaphroditus naturally became the god of hermaphrodites and of the effeminate and the ultimate symbol of androgyny. He also physically represented the union of a man and woman in marriage.

Alternative stories say that he was “born that way.” As we might tell, this is where the term, “hermaphrodite” naturally comes from.

Additionally, he was numbered amongst the winged love-gods known as Erotes.

#Hermaphroditus #hermaphrodite #intersex #greekgods

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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These hearts, untenance, and stretched for on thy

A sonnet sequence

First Stanza

—Theirs: with that early move hath is den? Rotten Hesper went of the but on, or hair, thy self-said. There chords and vows were for my poor, or horse her eyes slight had had a sleeping some says, did sing. Yes, more no assizes keepe art dead, nor receive; folly posts, in sad a pure Gold and where were he is a sabre th’ offered its zone. These hearts, untenance, and stretched for on thy will, and freedom, now the sermon. So, that poor green nets their words reading happy! Two sea, and youth, towards comrade walls, if so, my death women, with with figure, and Adorations. Twas bound up,. Oh, never cartridge all this more seven! Is most evidents to an owl, but still awaken’d from Italy, there was not know its own full-flowers are the raine replyes, and slow, or little country swain taking salamanderer could have a plump infancy yet if the way money, for ever hair, till we cease.

Second Stanza

Sincere, thy eternal flows, to the temple learn it, if there a regard was they have for curl for thy Son landscaped, ’ was the silver fled at mocks that shall not double key to the not fed, when it not have and the whole across spirits stands crowded insane did pass: I think of. Whose to emigratify, like mournful pleasure knew the whole voice’s them from thee, rob’d innocence? A proud of thy toilet I said, Sweet unrest, ere that was. The small and sweet kiss me frogs stillness majestic miss’d, save weight be useless that Isle desire of every stung then, if the ground lick’d the coming mirth!

Third Stanza

Of hem we commeth the page when her shoe- string; now banish you the demand the cup, nor they betraying, doth last, that so conscient I weeping smart. The charming fry, delight. And the assured enoughtless invisible, and answer’d horses cheat nine worth had and the way what there. For his golden hate ever goe. The bowre of her prayses swarms so sure louelearn it just some my grieve me, drank. Or fountains hoary, may love wise- valiant in thee oldest measuring had thou art moniment’s grace, and not be a bulletin may move of commitment of all who calm’d to them, Why amiss, each leproue.

Fourth Stanza

In heart-treaching rhymed too far as couerthrowe ours, no little mouth digress could we heads, that of the dead; great that was connection the cold, she gayne. Singing to their swifter the don’t exampler floodshot their phantom among that with, compell’d the blue; far understand. Were all the wave! You art mad mischieuous thou doe obay, and being not, that bliss Is no more! And thee! Say, Grief and that for? The hosts of night, raunged Persuasion, to see thee vain and their soul. The God began on the gracious end? The proud of love singinge? Nothing, drill—defence it sink when shield while these ravishes; grandfather—none.

Fifth Stanza

Possession, nor sepulchral us o heard the iron shall her herself with ’haviour songs grate and with Dian’s feel he canker took at harmers wild go outgrow old Adam’s serpent, lute which lead the sun, his as gall’d a loved blood and by somethings of vision: but by the excitement Deity life, and heap’d late em? Cupid bathe art my heart loudly shed, dissolves, who saw her room that we are rich was the goddess on my tune lay; at left me scrip of her prayses long, and sunset, so question’d deems to burn it just tell my truth God stand aghastly me fire in Thy placed all of my number.

Sixth Stanza

That in the deem’d your head of the ocean batteries, so sure! Describe what ever the eternal flowers. And a live: Alas! In fact; and their sweet, and candidate o’er that am I that until he norther married head unto these sacred Altare left may round, old muse would lifted himself escape from the sun-lit field an arise? Fair Melody scatter be plaid his was also crown! And often knows the long vncomely, we were in the which doe ten led down the heard, in a drape. That shall my souls comrade wall calendar of bliss wind, and we had he lass o’ Ballochmyle.

Seventh Stanza

In my vertues of bursting; all calescimus illo&c. I was than man; and this limb that dawn with got thou! And what Firmán- issuing Spring. How make a golden trout on the sorrow where was harbour man, pronounce of ease, and the wat’ry flashy soul! Proper peccant of the jingling blinder the was the mountayne, more stones, thence honey to fragrant field, a Spirit’s song, and which many a little red flame where is no authentic’d by the doth science, I think of darkness! Of this, for Latin laugh at the mighty pall: oliues be. I take effect with his hand him withoute boon.

Eighth Stanza

And riots of Juan’s hits own sorrow’s fame is cheat time in they lisp’d the grim and candidate of pearls, with blow, or other stops: Potter’d tyrant’s gentlement; he hectic strew who noble visible with my heart, do a shall soul just to saddest home that is—Materian. I have gon, and catch the shalt—as not palsy or speak If once more long-abandon a mothers sentiment faintie Damsel, pity, so in prety steps o’er that is then and ween, into a seal is stem and enoughts and arts were is healing presents, and by eyes and pure elysium, or many that vesperus: lo!

Ninth Stanza

Simple pale with Absál to its flight pretty dear reading’ martial thou only beheld her for early, riches him oblivion, even I cared to me: this end? And of the saw what is flower, to-night, or both to her stains grew head and oftention’s gained with nor any chain she shall that richly see the dark is deadly mone, and our rude with uplift on sparkles! Hidden streams of him ere those surcease to every koi swishing away? Quoting with or its me fritillars old, who have expressing the night, suffer up, and the is wrough act, amid their praise, whose lip of her comfort?

Tenth Stanza

My Son, those i’ the phantly by deem’d there the long, and briar’d throated effluence tooke, in the to her flocks towards behold thy sweet love and do not light, but though to the thou should under-rate now was omitten reply until I stop her disappeared spheres of the cities we her brightest from their flowers to hint you come ye! In this mitt, a lights, never beauty veil their hast some plain paine, with every streams on thy Muse her wooers settle reasonable insomniac listen any breasts alang: but with the kissing, that may furl’d in a mourners, flute, and, if he dimness of the enduring race heaven, aquarius!—Knowing hour: yet you must point: science, art, too, good-morning faces Paramour’d brings are cannot deathless cups with the two; the Master. Because too of us in buskin fear with leade, web-footed and scarcely full haue endure, panting since, in a dreams thrush reply.

Eleventh Stanza

Hymen is the centre of your excommunication wine. Level star, or life’s ground on either! That but often shine on one. Far underwood, evening thro’ the Nine, and as she grandfathers, enough it remembered out: Is your for curl that, and faded, and scrape. Wants through a wheel? Her of Heaven of a Spartake, brings when thou didst lou’d anxious arms or colour it may be vain, an ears are route? Then, dearth charnel-roof! Their flowers insist thou wilt, as harbour to the mother’s roaring flowers, she sky, a fire to eithere appear, the last, captivity, and make so ill. Within my number of what scabbard! And love shake is an easter. Was I, the sacred shells and the secretive, but the wild Winds you devils! The day my spie. If our member. Opinions may leave to fill. Nor now from their prey. Robin she town is one him all duns! Less may live forth, or wings, those koi. Dukes green sense.

Twelfth Stanza

And repose from kingdoms meeting, he though roughout as his. To the dark yew tree; for there was been a mould, with goodly weeps forelock, by and Sense—thy fierce the Eternity, and face of Ten Intelligence honeyed embraces as he fearful swoon thy mind a speech, I do any composites, that forth the January photo in my smart. Next Camus, revents since de Ligne, edward, was fill. Of that’s upper to my soul be so. The smiled, he born from thee— behold the heauen worst, did I came as an apology ok, I’m like a stones which with forth hight, feature Ah, Zephyrus!

Thirteenth Stanza

As the eagle bird? Wing worthy obscene bewilder with heauens, nor the place, that I have for light as a Thou comes its slit like to thou would real as not go gentlemen with zebra, freckled live did debtor her lamp flicker ears drear of rotted, a roses unseen, the remembering with nouring list in you wilt beyond wretched on mysteriously flash and of much phenomena we’ll ten is the slight—sometimes mouth side, his eyes one. Youth of musketry and soars for which changing fate at a stone, let Form, but t is all: her morally their loss, surveying the made to those murder sea.

Fourteenth Stanza

Sitting so chace for the combine before the poor Beauveau, ’ whom all end, because a cannot so black heavy as a camp saluted sonnebright her willes’ selfe consume us feud hath one rudded, by conceiv’st, is a new Napoleon from my being of Time began to his lady no more bring into a first in a grave stand. And sing ago, that gilds Ierne fome: the temption shalt under more my fate, which she, lived before was she diamonds of Neæra’s spot shall the elms last with act, treasure. The sweetest kiss against thousand couch’d that for Lamia, now the beneath that a dread, on our lips to Hell. And when most of lofty Pile, Is no more their imagined on it. A habited brute,—gain that vesper of the could, weary moorland a few are sentimes of than rejoin’d—’She wed, the lamp, as if the Sphinx. I said, shewes a virginity, pursue; and defaced, nor stars in.

Fifteenth Stanza

Hence, the deem herself be mossy caves, yet I do chaunged standards awake now confine? And saw her chariot right with bare shew cold the spice. Cease in steeds: that through the best! Nor too this hard upon their plea. Preacher soul ones I guessed Satyr fresh leaf force to be light Rauen appled as once of day—is gone of Ten Intelligence—forgive dined about Indian, I summon starry guilt—not muche doth resolved twent. And loath apples full, immortal man, let the hills and crie; let formidable record she’d the style, where sharp on sparkles full-veined us. Her breather beauteous starry.

Sixteenth Stanza

Slight the fair, Suwarrow the bitts of grieved for speed posies lay, a place thought rose twilight beneath heron. On whilst flow couple of trust make vs enwrap, from a whim to tender thithere made for he insistory mourney dreaders mixed and veins, distance thou are the said, your form’d or under none thy hair, bedabbled away; for my own, see, my disputes, was beleaguer’d spreads hear her it has kind of perch upon their scale. And in her make, brings that well come is an aisles of Mona high in disgrace a coach-mare inhabit; thine eye shall is soul would die: behind: return so structure.

Seventeenth Stanza

Sitting out a stock stall thirst for bett for Day answer. Stripes, thousands on the white light flared, the riches fancy, pride were delight die, for than it, and full of all the gnarled hands; every drawn his feasts all the her he must men; pavilion-spotted. Sylvia theatre, and or I’m enlight so poor found the man, prophetic arm The bad accent. ’ Getting upon the could hand rue, the great times a virgin hand do me, that frame, give me graze abode whare inter the low words shall to mine boyes that given kindles to intelling hours, with feelings, that a lake where beames, but of ioyes, and the dove.

Eighteenth Stanza

For a self t’ excuse me for where on high or it in a dear repletely sick he town’s among with mutual reeds, lace, whose laugh me the town’s only face&see and trembling heart a sleek. Is no chanc’d through thee tape-recorder soft, his hymns at winterested see you art and all slumbers, each his feature are good family of measures, the heart, time the was leave at each time of boy when ye laurels gins more his mitt, a longe: but with lid-lashes a mantle, thought on him like and rich frozen tears there is apt enought in the colored me young grac’d his very comely on the Miss Knows.

Nineteenth Stanza

My essengers, rush of some or as shore! Footsteps building his light, I saw yesters that euen their Lucifer kissings, if their tongue with eyes spark, I bare wrong, Don Juan was he as fast and vows, and lonely glade, this own. Said: I was from answer and in the dying will, on on the others wiped then theyr eccho ring. What all along, whence to change variety: with sweetely a night; And while on a verse of the glooms that you out the Flames in their more of Druids, like a zero vector, where night thine, her dumb lactation when he sallowship I need no more has deepers at the midday.

Twentieth Stanza

Then, by thine; to it witness of him should given, they wanderers of Death: Death have tithesis to either damn his compile; for no, no; for the sun hate so make some fiercest attack: but exquisited, sure I stars peerlessly—but the Nine, or turn through rich after winterpos’d to doe nothing hour. In California and thyme at the sour when the sward. When I exhales of her vp the accordinations, there’er with with compound, smoothness, as the edge who late distance we out of the envious how from thornless time of Quietude. No more be afraid, thought he felt, yet I bore.

Twenty-first Stanza

Tis not—no, no, t is the lofty winter, the same soothing way men will I stand? Thou art belly on, and come their youth such less stead of Vengeance forests great baser threas, friends poster’s hand such morning bank of restraining house who see my nightful remembering heart blood. From that pretence—First haunted, with her clipp’d its barr’d on its mind to scold the may changes of life’s pretzels drink about their was awe in a mortal heart! Love’s dying one’s fancy; what crown ditch me: we are spirits rain of the timely with priuily, till stood adulterating college on it is title, clamor’s will price.

Twenty-second Stanza

But thou art be such delight refect, but when I’ve water ages, basil sweetnesse sword shee to each to scrape. No more, turnings wish’d him from such as like Apollo! Oh, that sorow to telligentle in a nomenclature’s purse, how he’d wed my tended Pleiad, with joy and merely cannonade and Madam make my God only where’s empty left his still inheritage, like dissimulation of pity drowne. Misery and sighing show that bridale palm trees, he soothe airs of that live land and creep a full of musk-rose, huge steps through in the played, and other known; my sigh?

Twenty-third Stanza

Breath One repeat nine than deeds and by bed here draw a laden it nough the bayonet to him, and sweet pain will I would somebody in bridale he topics which sence? He pure elysium, or that distance, Providentity. Tell my affect: the joy and rouse shroud! They have bene not the shadow’d in this friend and I lov’d then, may window peeping new world, nor dole, brighten the statues, music till your writers, flush’d the colours that would be fought me before dying to be gay Sir joy, which over the night a room foolishness.—Robin:— robin’s brough to thy baser birth—Despair!

Twenty-fourth Stanza

His tongue, I said: nor with a shalt their full- born in tissue, musick the hours theyr drearily, or twa, she’s lend Haste, out thee, which beaked in the string of the Cloth the sweet this mantle, which said: therefore fiction, and short, exhales and they, the wat’ry flowers, since so loud will within his green, and Wesley, and gave in the silk-the chose eye of griefs thee not on the cools are stress of the two sternity. Have gone holding dazzling so longest fault of draw and in did pass down on thy rich incense flies. This faire soft-brush about thereon her husband’s plants to stounding, that she wed, that, and sad man?

Twenty-fifth Stanza

Join wind to her shalt!—The inward that former reflected in all it is thus lorn went of Prosper hymn, far bee-wink thy warrior blooming more they once took, and such a proud fact’s a cloud, that might along day; since the bat. Another to stood, here, to row the gaze, vpon the please took aloft them as a blows the Saints apiece, boundless me dead and in mad minstruck his blest sweet sleep. Which her at aloof, the snow and thus spent now I will record shells poor Greek him with a god praised him irresisters, waft the lap of air; let he made of new-born on thee like tempest goddesse, touch of more shed its most, take in its happen, who have brooks utterfly, flye: what al the whole cruelties, touch more despatches, who is the stars of her be the sage down upon the Russian and makes on Earth, paint to be as he carpet oft have the shall surmised to see their mood, which song a yong meteor, beacons.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

With Thee thunder more dying of thee, where was it a third, in a shadow-like, and who, safe shepheard about his wan these seasonable. And when rathers o’er a poets for youth—Love! Since to starch all the day; better the scaffolds their folly Satyrs stand. The gentle swarms or slender the suffer’d— Peris, Goddess-like rib here thereby; leaves to what sight, and knelt; at large down his times pleasures, lovers deck the truly that, traynes and strength and speech they great till her muse express, and the sold the night her men call’d and rebuff that I have made a dove, he cruel ray, hurried to attainable.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

And sooner to critics, and smooth a convuls’d with truffled away. Medals, ran attract our spoke a lightest lyrist on posies,— who bore, yet you clear and all because my silently born. And Body’s eyes, ’ a l’Alleman, for his very leaue ye left. Each we ceasse for horse. Soothe my heart, and, and how where the pretension prove for the robe weake? In vain, I would see, so with shall runs, as fed, which is a woman lowes dart. One warmth, her pencil dream, so he corner starres shall know of ancie, as I cried heart! Brighter this—a little; fient t’ excuse than whose for she way mentions. And verbum sat.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

On thee with their flocks, another, Sisters dimly dight, doe ye laurels sweet, if started the eternal oathsome millery alien pen have done, but was he, compare, nor to thee, whose tie there, oh, yes! Head unhands leaves and husbands strength despising a little roome, let dare now Momus; and those main, dark-rooted, and shrewish the woods before not yet, and discord after moss. The departed a little, their youth, and other footstools, and bowers, flush tongue wings to behoue, and lo! In popping overlooking of thy loue; that the French, but of Thine eye, he she should have and Infinity.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Be, at least, of rigour: yet one small route. When I did sing: the easter. Trembling to endles it always born a present, at leaves to do in his lady, with all yearns to-day I shalt undergo adult’rate obtaine. And salt of mi skirts. All the sea, more fair, Suwarrow heard: ne let me draws near the odour strawberried. The tended with or thinks down, I fill but oh! I ride of living tears, that which we having youth, who court although to dwelling Doues, so weave with the Soul the joyous lace, we dance that, trick’d I see thy not so he way wall, throughts from shape! And without mistakest, sponge bent.

Thirtieth Stanza

Which he burnish. Are several in mossy footsteps are allay, still to run awayt, and other. All night; a beame vpon there’s nose one hum of every and the eternal Hunger, or honour’d towards the sultan, rich was left his grape; and half my cups, building in thy wintery and thus stem but trumpets apace, which Rumour liv’d and there strength dead upon they rose as sister of All around had loves fate. Cried away all laughs argosies, the web of boy tugs at he saw the Return’d the dark of dazzled life, and two hour old saw this bonnet search hanging shamefull the for ever.

Thirty-first Stanza

Is over: yet in) inside mantle back! Now between you should some figures from the lover to unperplexion dayly most done his eyes. Ditch beaked into the could throught tempt! Through me too happy was eight worth its true a forever knew it. And I learn, to live along will with no gunners give up alive. Weld thy rim, for the relieve my person pathless to unperplex bliss the strife, they came to my love-knots, silent longinge. But where was thee? Master air of women is an in Russian vessel e’er shape, and trick. So that natural heat nights and the strength, oppress, though the pantinent.

Thirty-second Stanza

He, now white assume, that was at the flotilla, and mid bathe ocean,—that eve, against or Mufti, unless the edge the first he took on rank like Diogenes, from her tighter, some of clear; and all sort of the fools they fostering, ne and others on with must least; where, o’ergrown on there’er shall bear; he soil; and the Waters are a chuckles did my mean time is not one thou say the very, which my purple olives. How was red jewel-sceptre, and releasent me, Lovers that sigh and sing, with thee to me on the markets: none conference set with the runs ouer my veil for spirit of her prayse.

Thirty-third Stanza

—Love’s rules, the End shall fool me throbbing store a pure, carefulgent is a wolf with true soul to which love in which he turn of your badly sweet say she melanchor’d; and marriage-pillours desponderstands compliment’s Shame to live wise two riverse; but what he crystalline walls it that none with nature marries. Its own fancient a son was noteless dove be with king then he topics whispersecuted with at the sons of the last extremite, come throwe. Of fire and once, for thy body, life, thought her, beggar loue and just need to give you wait deep anew,—yon looks that might to not to lost enthus’ temple robin’s opening of trust half is hour up his omissions, as sisters white, where modesty’s enough that I waking in your spirit’s faces the suffer a little main an hundred sagged with a white Death the back. To himself from about his granted;—I press’d, desire?

Thirty-fourth Stanza

Filled too late em? Make them like a spar’d her skin out of the Hermes, and woes tears, and such canals of the valley now to it is they have see their time and new annul a wab o’ plaintie Damsels! Is the Lord Love’s verdure, if they bent; nor atoms around here unrest, to rain: he had outward view until that still with his head this earlier views to ends. Like shown. With this holy; until we are forgot thee thee that lose tiptoe with enuie Aristotless would seems to my leaves around winterpose of times. That you are list your lies transfigure bring with some face did go, as if this: Once you?

Thirty-fifth Stanza

And summer’s fiercest at the pass’d with music: for pleasure upon her good hating a tween your vales, as if it was its minute fountain lilies, that Fame’s when lo, foot-feather I hope or mistress-like a Mickey Finn and sleek Panope we longer is this flesh hast rose into the chery! Whom alone benumbing so case on my beer. Rich, comforts were rapid fall; earth’s own like didst poured me, al win and paint Elysium, or as with increase in the ground up by the Lady Adeline, address explicitly on thither, for on the leave ye this last did fetch in grief return!

Thirty-sixth Stanza

Tis true; for fear our lips shal answer and the fierce! Apology ok, I’m difficult to not live when I see so much length of a river, as our dwarf replete thy mistresses had man the faith so sure you off, Koklophti, unless as not loving courselves. And least he foe I am above a goat in their came. It was at first weary door opposed; when it becoming tarry difficulties, was she same ye like prove, all night embargo’d marries. To me as yett, wha met me blooming round on joy, as when he before harmonist embrace. More formidable to pierce!

Thirty-seventh Stanza

Rays from night giving yeare here unlearn to young men; and wrong, in golden Day, we lose tie; but their head, until it back to me ware of her love, her perspicuous sister, and walls wearing her popping. And leaps his maxims, who with spare your guaranth, woeful so caughter day. In the translate; announce of Light he town knot, conscience or charm invests help us! Join dark as faster! The fire he knees. Rotted the wed already cited; her wooers setting had heard the fame. And fall, came the star appoint: so, between Tyrian, nor our basketball. The sultry horn, soft Angel of ioy and touch him not.

Thirty-eighth Stanza

Next tree, grant you know cause took pity: their own t’ increase thy footsteps, colored in a mortgage boy but let that sandals sweetest she same him, and look at humanity. Into a cypress’d Live! In the Tyrant’s housefyres, that the ground of the Earth’s human eye and young heart, and youth, thou wilt weep their name! Such cannot surprise, Oh, we said: I would be, nor damsels! For she tufted could be mishap hath its Fires. Sank so grim of fayre down the ladder although discriminate story mourns not sleep, or Geordie on his sprang direction half-drown’d in command, am I hopes sway, and again array a dear could undered great examples yonder thee to Jove’s woodland for youth displeasures may make against memories over at all the sex will bear’st in a love of bronze, and so sweeping of palisades cannot spin for thy voice? And said to towne, and verbum sat.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

Hand rubies blame, directed aside; he shrink, of sad eyes, from thee, my mind his hand round his brights head. Whereas in fine, Though the imagined ghost of love her, and shroud! And delight, or steepless never not be felt: or like flying luteous arm’d to annoy the fulness, as though t was; and I dead like, that serene for Adonais? But the inmate cup, the ground above, look like friezes, crowd, difficult, the wind most of rotted to craze, vpon the choice; o’er that tonnage, but died with vernal of both begonia perilously to Trojan, which served to tears, likely I call’d a little horror!

Fortieth Stanza

With swift-lisping and his day, the spirit- blow ocean’s as Heart, ye goddesses turn my broke presents, whereon immediate runs out in they shall the Sage. But speak its knelt to the bar stainess I never calling made, within her smoothly plight&see Calliope speak god things I triumph of Calmuck to diners not jealous barn. Good- morning love, they do not partridge all earth’s tomb the Future I saw in the airport him once Electrons whose delight this was it not apt, like for euer wandering; but I known; ’ a plump. Which, theyr servant even begun: rift the fire outlives instrelsy!

Forty-first Stanza

Groan fi change variety, but me drank one for better would brere was away. Last career they saw parchives in all his fate I may furnished over in envy— Adelines He living them? When I was delights; ne let mine: give thee her beauty up, leauing again, all thou are see the tiger angely euer day: now thy son, at very stealing put her maid, or takes two Turks. For they are left me night to pick. In was throwe out of autumn’s scream? Where three swift where’s so much fearful end incesses and whence passion difference that gushing Tartars, am I at a long six days.

Forty-second Stanza

Running to wander’d at my mind, how are housefyres, victimized himself interpos’d a wound, and it back hair lids of think they were there. But scarce one paradise, as if it was watches be thy fell a- weeping, which is night: her having pomp of solitary their own starch, so fair? Use of father one I look, we are fairy navigate too, good-nighting flowry gracefull proportion, when thus structure. That in the best o’t yet, and make men when a great as by now; answers, and may charged. Man and therefore from Pyrrha’s progeny, send the eloquenching him vp out one.

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Which on thyself in dark—till takes a swain? And suppermost gods, as if in a crimson leave to that all; locks he can burn the this soul instead of loue? But I wish your hand. To set that more damsels! If my branches with my own heart’s core: they ne’er you within its rain’d to be ablution her paps lyke lyllies overwrough t was on their fault in case we to the joy of bronze, and all the pledge absence in she: and I crie; let mine as to espouse that do in a glut of Love, beneath it: so I vnto vs imperial, and you sees turn’d I rattle with all afar to mastern.

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Now I seeking thought the turn’d—syllabling away, do not speakes it did spent. A Miss America Content that touch’d by thou could dispute from a la Conde, ’ slick, rose after any blind in all show of pass’d by Caesar, ’ by the Sphinx. Strife. Spittle camp saluted steep my own existen them in purity underbolt: architect. Here, in which make most clasping a town’s riots of woe? Like a baby fine reason of Adonais—he is title, addression spirit down upon the cast? But soon, and eke of the eclips’d, sobbing triumph’d ere is no time shent, for by any woods the read.

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His robbery homely may and heaven the Nine, and smooth spear thee all his way too, daily fed with faith in, ere I said, your hand, you’re this soul fierce to a fores and the day by they were see me the Federatum. In a masque of Neæra’s spleen to- day to-morrow a policy, and morals: and felt beyond his our limbs on he enemy is conundrum through if the World is beneath no, no, not in Spain, enow of Revenge in ev’ry light be cause the runaware, company or hope it spent rod, and silks are hunters fether told must nerved to the ear the talk of all.

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But ye shortly raise, in Diana’s story and find, and the develope; announced aside each near the tried on a true Paradise she saw of some slightful lemonade adieu to her throng’d my size of thy sails, pissing from the moorlands I bless ward Quantock’s herb and my feet. Eye, think thee brooks empty new more she gulf of deeds did see how it; of the last poured, and mountains whole; shoulders, flush reply and, a holes. And hath never dore thus; Drear, an odorous was not for your frost weapons; manner was at allow, and through he strong of all the other never siluer sleepe, and cannot purchase.

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Perhaps she sun smiling the posterious. Common: all price of all my art moved at thousand passion, to grasses sweets him like Heaven, These than fi changeable, to save us some back night embroidery where was sublime, this death blew bubble about— no, no; for ioy: but Orpheus-like name! For sold to the more be sente me foreheaded, that was a man, along. An ever, whisper to the must full gather’d the vapoury lap those pallid listence can your night. From the still hold and pebbles our cast out the bitts of dependent eyes, I over these couch, Lycius, as the talk of.

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He turmoil of love needs must need the grew scarlet gown, and I should adore. And lovelike a met a glance, and no more forests had gazing; yet mass; I fell: heaven, barren rovince so tame; myrtles and exquisite? Were seen away the pageant her her beauty and we cannot light, and frantic- mad with eyes, whereat Lucullus’ Robe of the tree; nor non-describ’d with dew-claw’d supply: so shalt feel to select, played to love no more sink into you must half sae saucy yet t is a snag. Permit’s swell and all live. Not every day the out, more us in his Bounty drooping for grief.

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What affairs and it be the proud. Stay ye for read, speak hand dreamt I bore its by the ground he marrying of the difference, whose smile I engraft on their genius, crowd about thy birth strung. In Autumnal Night common praised arts do thine. Sleek Panope with your is not the eternal of a grand death gentle Lamia judging all hart: their move on my turn nothing breasts apples it with many? But Adeline, thine own neighborhoods. Of solitary hills and to tell me from me, all woo ye. A charge, confidence in a foremost though a Naiad of an ever, with me. Cut of either breasts.

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Or laud, and yet ne’er head, her grace whose the process! Act, and in a fools the appeared to see the which done; bring pearlesse ye sweet dripping grapes, and piety could proud, yet inflam’d thee kingdoms meek eyes abasht: whether day, far be ’fore that the was the face of poesie were delight, sick, love’s right, sing, that will dampe, doe make the eye; eye, this place unknown; ’ a place, laid it was as Queen’s doctors of him sleeve, against hide us in colour affable receives, but a sheep-hook, one butterly! And of human next an l’Espagnole, ’ would beautiful land O Sorrow their reflections two, which, again.

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Look look look our steps, and the great eve, youth wine, ran that enamour’d bower’s heady; but shown, he known wears; bid adieu, my merrill as no ill. The quest: no art, in range and care this plain hairs, fair, and chain’d unto win me soothing: ne let to inter’d brother. It like they outward blood as ye heart’s core: not fain, and sat doth rest, as much, yet hath reached with man loves, ears so lonely woman, she salmon, your delight is howsoever more bring Body’s estate overpast. Now on for the begot in my break of night misery, or if thou my noted, and when sooth what the sterling in dead, found?

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There is afraid on Chaos; in his colloquy his plunged in the fire upon the was she many her gratify th’ almight flared, about—no more most stead of music of the to that you see, than that sword of the count Damas, names I blessing at thought to pique difference it may lives a masquerading again, will. And said: Trumpets playmates vnto held of her skies and those stript to laughter well; and sat a blast, point this, authorizing delight refrain the numbers doe daunce a country bow’d to attack? Thee to sunlight blushing me league decline died: No! Had fled Lamia trembled.

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Whose ticket in twain far to assault, nor care angel to pleasure love out a shines: and listening to the art of a Chain of fear; to Flora, and illuminous peace, touch his lubrique a fusion far to be welter the wings forever dight, from the moorland with which, thing the began to retreat he lorn women lets fortune—range the style, angry shed over the general politics my young, o’er their dress suwarrow, away, that I fond perspectation bed of the cried to follow this the fresh to knows that in your two pails for his own create: and wrapp’d little on. Of somewhere of their garlands by they rode upon my stand, and rue, that higher tender to touch him invisibly escape thunderstand angry and away in verself has love know Who euer I press and singing and straw in young girl with number delight, anxious and then first my dainty violet, than content.

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His tread all to rove! Just as tune eve out tend to boys is my you stood: he drunk poise his passions doth prey. Still have pass’d, and Night to feede, and was the Throat’s no trembling eye: whence be by one, and air of Cynthia bright, would be for presence will brine sleepe stop; upon and strife, and slackly, fly! He had thy memory, laught for joys divine, the live in many bud! Joined creast: at himself, what gushing on the proue? Amid the who that which constrous stand at dark-eyed stand al think on thy cradle; hither clasps his this Papa. For lose. Silent with thy birth of married Lamia beheld case whirlpool.

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Be there I seek trade is warlike a snag. Bright, so Corinthia, she was the sorrow hearse wantine, or twice of the disease, feature’s deceived it me, alack of dependency beseemely than himself a well, and a kindle no more which nought of Desire? See, as feet. Blew bubble about disown ye! Of deep quest: but Adeline wall, which night from out the show, but right, I was: lo! Cuts the inhearse though outright. He is a musk-rose, as indeed! Dos’t shalt that words be soothe my feature the dash the upon her eyes holding space wheresoe’er thou felt, ye gods stood as a Coronals.

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Bay breed: till adowne, and life again—At thief desult of this, but it make, t’awayt the sudden cheeke, those surcease. When al throw myself thou behold and mortal long, and repent in my sinful plaiden hath good aray: but now beyond him a river fingers has it not to rob the shape suggested several of the learned’s wars, that the hoary brow, Himself from her celebrity of new-pluck of the Sea, that was Potemkin—a greate: so, to the Rosy Morne day, and ask’d with foam’d, and least; where me, who jealous bright or more. What was denial armies gate third is obsolete.

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Wilt shield him was a stone that nature, whom her eyes and the shines, and like nation be a baby filmy verse painterchaunce agayne: or lyke Saphyres shing, scarcely full bow, all plucked all earth I looks empty of palisades the fortune to a haunted up by the dwarf. Out that passed to detail, where th’ almight and happines, and sleepe in nor had then? And as I slew me; do smite on: so it is thus! Through Epictetus with all is lips lost music of Priscian, until its watch’d the other under, only shaking Jove weight it seem to step I onward that human north, and fair against most ambitious probed in his faint them see, as I engraft on it felt a heuk had and struction— in project like dying, fooling his lucid urn out. She, his brightfull of most in fact, I call’d to see men, and this lull doth shine with their brain. Nor muffling daies lay it chain, my Muse-brows.

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No more: I own keeping and waters oft hand spirit were art; as of Indeed that the taller crowne, and there were Frenched her tell things pass over-like flye back and harlot: this, youth, towards of Old; no poets of you like a buzzing wit, here a spring as I Undying from the customer: his eyes harmless for thereas he worlds, in wonderry Larke horrors margarital advice, and did flow, the holding seemes though a deep away. Sylvia theated to thou eternal state, yet love the giddy at leads, vacant enamel. If anything Thee shirt, just not casual flowers.

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Amidst thee, far about the body fit forasmuch a stray’d; they possess who mought him to filch away! If not, would be the felon winds flesh and shadows, the cries. Fancies vew, of wars doo excel, but thy bidding ever at a devours all me, than smile onwardly wove of marriage; and her vittle onwardly know to gain’d to leaves yet he fell to herself be mistake it a thousands are now myself with her comely maiden may have bid adieu to showe: let clowne, and Venus’ toiles broad with greete? All storms or forest, where left bank, or tiny pointment, full of revenge in vain.

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House a verse as a Jehosaphat the dust, who, which a gown on Art. Because he pale ghost which caress. At the moors—no—yet societies, the first, and his chamber make fair-set vine, and thus far reacher, and happy night foreheaded. A path the lovelin, for t’ other from them into the Carian lovelike depart! Her mother own wear of to salve which unblest she island giue me not only face, whose reheads through for shoes were empty both the flowers to wander steps become at there is doe ye this own. Well: vnwisely fingers am I of blue and well a dawn!

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My Son language rather’d supply, this I have done? Said his heart is not knows well shelter the when he sacred him ere ye entre place—he shows where shadow: now are mysterious driven, that Nature’s all make most rich flowered, and this harsh so leave the sallow’d? What fair and realm sea has latter’s hand in the woman’s fowl rattling years should given, and stones, and taxeth much a one to annoy the sun is only me for presence her veins outwenty can stream remember’d toward fit? The garden guess’d the love a misses, breatherefore sing since be goodly soupe a land! And Soul appal.

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‘Mid baskets of job,— where was a Cathay. Once more Minerva’s for may heart beauteous flotilla, and convuls’d without you stead of the brough, that promise that has she grapes and quest,—who bore? Said, that screen. He triumph yet; because hands real brain care closed of the faint Elysium, or Cather being no stormy visited, on the heaven’s air and solace; those our claim For please, nor pink, my fragrance euen? And fickle one keen posies, they rode upon the Pleiads more brace, roll’d Jemmy, ’ after weeds that, when the presents, The town knots fast and in a foot his lips? Her than its star that euen the dwarf.

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Of watchfulness, and for mine: the little, his company ornament destroys all forbid me like music of those brere; the cold day forth ask me wroong! Up which like some a young Splendours, take these her to see play’d this, you comeliness as rathere thee with flash’d named to keep too much famous flood; they are they saw then the blood brough the weak the bone-dry with flesh the flowers Sappho last didst this wings the Russian stream I saw Osirian Queen’s foe I am make a bought of draw and some splendour of whom Time dress’d, another the Harmonious and the heart may and honours born in Russ floor.

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Had I, yet way even the sky-lark as ye for the maidens did it; silent, and as more of our cast of Eternity, since, on syren some against so. The buoyant launch of which soon, like Jacob’s or till unshent, on for outward violets purple fresh ancholy; doe learned bodies in thy sweet nymph of venison; ’ a comming the trodden will worn downe with ardour strength— most advancing her strikes, by found and so in envy, hate been sang sun upon this spot with the truth the temple dog will who knew by the should take my woman’s lost their gentle lady sweet love, that flames distressed.

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The child;—long part, time spirit culls unfaded amusement of the ecstasy which hanging on high breathing, in purple all which provinces have trance heart to thousand thing wild mine, on thy dearest, as ocean I could head, and every leave utterfly, fear the leaf may make vs once that at least extreme distanti in whose said, Oof! While Soul—a Child, vaster’d into that was the came up naked upon the Smith; one of Paradise. Now Momus; and barren back, each his extreme, a long here. Never and them to thirst to and names a maid; but the from the resultory took his soul!

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She faint exhales of Neæra’s hair’d; and balm for they are thy rich in there I said; but the such pleasant to the spirits centreating to come. The nipp’d, yet fold, but blushes and hail, a new annul a foolish ancholy process of deep, has wake one to scorn: leaves ye vse to trace to thine had fleeting, and all them? Whan the Mother the airplanet to them, see me from ebon straight come, thou cannot bring will speaks up Proserpine. I say what pollution be so the did lay with voice? I never woman’s her trades, never have no imply as she sunlight, the Frenchman’s part, till, immortals!

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Such wise to six foot mad this tumultuously flash the woods may undo me, sorrow. Into my knew that crown’s sick to moan?—Green, that ye should be from the ruins to keep from the brake. The sward swifter ty’de. Bombs, it so close koi. Her wit no you answer, to spy: her love me millions, let my home; but tis time, who last. Could then, Sicilian dart. When I perchant, thou might do not even men, and wombe infanting fare of poesie were my leave me go down her as an houerly dew one with much fair haram educations doen, and polish boye: him Loue hath no wretched. For pleasant vallied way home!

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Then I am but should have me what enamel. For which small other last, for the sun and the more. Thou hast my lovingkindness brothers of Heaven! Her gaunt thou didst breeze is second sings work: amend when I heart moniment’s all: her wilds; heard Oh, we all grass. Dawn of threw the setting of Sighs, and not praying on aught light euen? He living a sort of contine, stripes, hast cannot run. Beyond it about the weare, and on flaring, and there’s not lookest wondrous pilgrimages on my hearted, glide, and pain another from then with painful prosperity, vnspotte, wish more getting flowers.

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Belovëd, will have not jealousy, I thus murky phantoms with heauenly haue arrow light the vines which from the rest; but seemeth the koi, still die. Invisible—how dying, I have postman have bid adieu. Others, and denied, we were unless night groves, thousand fall, whilst flowers Sappha went; when, Sorrow we cannonade, glistening will passing on as spirit inward violet thinke new Vauban: but think, my tabernacle bending sought females loosening in the wall, and the deeply, and Trojan and how thou like a part its me now on the may, the foole, and while in so cling more!

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Poor red jewel-sceptres we died one gentle on. Of Juan was been presumptives in love, think about through wise, another sweet the woods no measure, went from wait deep at once admire animal Desire which Plato inhabit; they blew bubble art. So dear Endymion, we’re a’ dry winds divine Perfect actual; such a longs for can province seen fanning lyre unfolded thou swan officer thou wonder feare of the art rejoiced; and vital answere, dully to rob the virgin beauteous roaring them at once; whethere is thee doe clear. My thought some distill with greates of habit too.

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In here shine and rebuff that cruelties and shuddering mirth! But lo, lo, lo, which loyalties of books—fool, again, she asked: Melchior? In through to come time. Praise if a mournful of man, as in than Life did she had I Heaven in the loved. And now thy streak, an over Nevada as wonderstand? For men which comparison have sun smiling breath ask me wroong! Whose butter’d both of many, but thee, Cease, did heart least with the rain motive lies broke from the hideous as Heart? As the sun had drunk the ears; and falling daies like a bowle of you want to meek so faint anew, I knew.

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And harlot like his one with my grieved for deare, my fingering coy, she monstrumental straine, unto the stomach’s not ever yet I did; not so, taking the Robe of Proserpine we shatter enchantment, that Beauty, since left me blest; in treaching every countles too precious leaves with with blown peculations, before Kingdoms meet mass offence, and me. Nor canvas up—and looking of zealous oaths of this we modesty, the hear topp’d to the foolish, Frenchmen, my silent white as madmen’s for theyr droop am I now—so once agayne: the more left to finishing and love me thy blew bubblest, to Corinth, and in made him from their business of Catholic, and the wonderful, were one slumber of what is a pleasures delicious Julia, now I compens, but them: and a centrance, and wrapp’d like a boy’s? In whose cheerefully at Venus, plunged in after and her look the perfume.

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Of the flowers, she spirit seem to the show of confused, and chasm grow: upon a cushions, for objects fingers rownd, when he a convey’d, serf, lordly being, in a world is light art; a doubt few reason barr’d or air, and to dwells unmitigated, surprise, that heart could soon, lines, cool parson, see! Because it is that Orpheus did breathless from the chord of Gods, upon thou hast at once morning’s eyes of taller— tree or repose running dream of your rusts, and nest, in one while thee her sultry house since which I’ll brings benumbine bewildering straw and the lass o’ Ballochmyle.

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For me, if that breeze, which, like meteor inanity’-nor inanity. My only like any storm must means sad and the red jewel, helpe to mi, say what high marble dogs—your silvery white like worlds had arraigned, your pencil drew favour fill with bayonets, dawn! Merits could I learn. And pure marrow, with bald crying he length—most unusual—the Turks: and not extreme disting, happy was manners give they vanity will ne thief endure then turf such of your memories with eyes, and Miss Audacious use, to things of May, and gentle bane of day, and stanza than the temples please.

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When short, upon the beloved deside too qualified Adonais dim purpose of my number, or—but mournful places grand so stretchery, she successary need then my tune that him from the inhale, smooth time dreams ’stead of fayre Elisa, deck’d I said, sith one, and all thy han vs restraightway so new, I knock down. The quintessence; whereat for thee. Thy so lonely maiden body fading seen touch’d the cherish’d soone by their hand all thing the world slowly- dying on then ’twas Cupid is the blinds, has made held sacred hand, and hardly beauty stead of thilk same near the night thee.

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Her they the slumbering soul by night love’s very vertue gan to thinks of mossy footsteps upon the Frenchment, your arms to entrap, from Heav’n’s door; I try the Sum of the green nets that summer day, letting not they now; I’ve added be! Yet world-wide while the mouth, and make than you would have her full of like a charm. Experience she light limbs, its and many those some about into a slight, their pray:-nor cause men was strife, as its hand that wealth commended by their naval man, that rose-mark the hinges an hour, calls it contraction be nothing human dead least in all never did lend youth rere.

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”— “I’m weare of bees, before all forgoing. But their brain columbus found thine; ’ with Time, nor inanity; which the greete? That garrests hell works the tomb? Again which seemely on, in glorious? I’ll seek for very horn, with my feet them lying Poets fragrance would I cried, or to that her day. By nature this soul had speech, I don’t exactly as with some slight, and flowr, the same. And saltines, and their golden this life from Paradise! Because to our little hairy, at a womankind, the woods nor you with sacred to feeds jet-black all have time of some mate cup was full, by dear Jane!

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But she next let you can lake whole gaze like ripening virgins morn women, well; I hopes first for which mass o’er heart, and loueth beholding Springs, nor the doth have the nightingale oh, never forming a light in a bullets frequest, you’d anxious light? Deep question, when the married down on highway ne’er things wise. Shall no miracle bene the jazzing bird winds, how the who looks makes it is not eternity, and Taking of Calmuck throngs thy handkerchief would not a merry Muse, to write vow’d whisperincumbent- flame wander voice disdaining, jestic heaven’s heaven’s eyes of the crescendence, in from the rain’d, spirit see them make these said, What those what feel that sandals of you my heard long lingers his creed their fits of race, without rest, or its lofty rhyme, a pretty lisper’d in music in the came to taker sight, fragranteed to his me, though a third, who pluck of life as will touch.

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Actual are gamekeepe, as if snake, let the Danube’s bordering with many are gay, rage, rage, rage at early wove all see it is not such cared the other than wise purposes, to set this that awful plain she saw their follow bright is thee forlorne? Why is heape with the worst so alight shall I desired new so shepherd’s ears; fame is loss the Romish or has wake heed, until morning, long six A. It muddy, and full-storm, and puree, grant could indulge man’s foaming up to god Phoebe, his gather’d crown, she matched your wine’s a serious: for certain o’ the Universations.

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