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'fairytale fantasy from john galliano for french fashion house christian dior, 2005-6' in vintage weddings: one hundred years of bridal fashion + style - marnie fogg (2011)
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lino and his fanboy 🐰 🐺 (trans cr.)
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“Why am I not at all surprised,” Wolfgang laughed when the other spoke, but it wasn’t mocking him for his honesty. But he really had called it. “Honestly. I’m more surprised that we haven’t found ourselves in a situation like this far before this,” he said, tilting his head as he let go of his chin and moved behind him. He hummed softly as he played with his hair. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to play as myself, I’m sorry if I’m a bit rusty,” he said, as his job usually had most people assume that he was strictly a bottom. Not that he minded, sometimes it was nice to change things up. He helped him stand up, since his hands were currently occupied.

Maybe Daesun was his biggest hater, worst enemy. Sure Wolfgang was a demon but couldn't he still be annoyed by Daesun? Couldn't there be the potential that he was turned off or absolutely not interested in the things Daesun liked? He could judge him no matter what. His eyes were big while he watched the demon, listening, yet.. doubting. "I like.. being slapped. I like when it hurts." He groaned a bit when his chin was held into a more firm grasp. "I usually feel most pleased when I am left in tears." He was pathetic, wasn't he? And he could only chuckle nervously, lowering his gaze. "I am into being humiliated." Now, voice just a bit lower because he somehow felt weird to speak about all the things.
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The violinist was pleased that she had managed to get such a reaction from the pop star. It was nice to change things on him, since she was usually he one that was giggling and kicking her feet. “I might like it if I taste it on your lips though,” Eris said, her smile growing as she waited for his response. She knew that she was playing with fire, but it was fun.
A pink blush came over the tiny pop star when she said this, sending every thought he had into overdrive. Two glasses of wine was enough to already have him hot under the collar…she was just so pretty. His mind turned to mush anytime he’s around someone he thought was attractive, and she was no different.
“W—Well…” he stuttered out, biting his bottom lip and rubbing his legs together under the table. “You wouldn’t wanna taste…you said you didn’t like rosé…” he responds with a teasing smile.
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