TF Virus Poem
Sleep with me and i'll be lain. hmmm... now i think i'll name you wayne. :p end
The fruits of her labor
She had lain about them in pure bliss and fallen into a peaceful slumber.
The Mark
The blue wolf lain down on the bed thinking of more questions to ask. he sighed and stood up, undressing himself. he flexed and stretched a bit then slowly sat down in the bed, his muscles brimming all the while.
Takato's Coming of Age - Chapter 2
He'd sucked off his digimon and been sucked off himself, and then they had lain together covered in drying digicum. it had been too much for him, and he'd just wanted to curl up and sleep there with guilmon.
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 33: Lone Wolf
Fuck lain for not being there in times like this. wait, no, sometimes lain annoyed the hell out of him instead. he exited the campus complex and looked at the falling snow. sometimes, he desired death.
The Legend Of Spyro-Perils Of War Ch 19
Samantha had lain during the night, and five healthy eggs have joined the world. he nudged cynder, who groaned and looked up at him. he handed her the letter, and she smiled. "let's go see her."
Chip and Dale and a Visit from Mom (A Jeeves Disney Prompt, posted with permission)
She drummed her fists and scratched at the couch's fabric, idly feeling her fingertips scrabbling against pre-existing, stitched up tears where she and perhaps others had lain before in a similarly frenzied state.
Chapter 2 Revelations of the beast
Sleep well young soldier for tomorrow your recovery begins and your path that you choose will be lain before you in time." the images faded and my mind blacked out as i slept.
Naairi, Fables, Books 1-3
(7) now in time had always lain order, and in nature had always lain chaos. (8) day and night, lightening lit up the sky with their argument, and the mountains shook with their temper.
Surprise Guest
Bring that big boy, tank, and that slutty vixen laine too if you can…”
A Mentally Handicapped Chorus Line Killed By An Apocalyptic Hailstorm
:d i am so clearly in despair, for i fear that the person i have come to be has already lain in his grave. a torn entity, free of conscious control to adhere in its aftermath, it will question what it gave.
Embarrassingly Meaty
A half slab of steak was lain across the tip of his nose, the weight awkward and uneven. the werewolf whined as he was forced to wait, a few seconds turned to thirty, and then a full minute.