#savior smut

[luvlyycy]

blade has such a thick cock, you don't know how to handle it :(

he's splitting your tiny cunt open, hands pushing your thighs to your chest as he tries to hold back, "bladieee, 's too muchhh." you whine, hands squeezing the sheets blade was fearing you'd tear them.

"you can take it." he grunts, thrusting his thick cock in and out of your cunt, balls slapping against your ass as he holds you down in a mating press, forcing you to take his big cock. your chin is covered in drool and tears are drying against your cheeks. his long hair tickles your face as he leans over you, "cumming again? you're s' fuckin' sensitive." he purrs. your shaking as he fucks your oversensitive pussy, fucking your umpteenth orgasm out of you.

"look, she can take my cock just fine. so dramatic.." huff.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Savior

So, a few weeks ago @polariae gave me a fantastic story idea! The whole thing can be found on my AO3, but here's a snippet from it, featuring Geto having some ✨alone time✨

Suguru didn’t believe in love at first sight. No matter how strong your feelings may seem, it was impossible to fall in love with a stranger. He did, however, believe that lust had no time frame. You could see a stranger walking down the street and feel lust toward them, without a word ever being spoken. Because, unlike love, lust was based purely on physical attraction. And he knew for a fact that he was lusting after you.

Hard.

After just 24 hours in your presence, he was undeniably intrigued by you. You were a strong, pretty little thing, that was simultaneously meek and assertive. And your body…

The feel of your soft skin hadn’t left his mind since he bathed you, nor had the glimpses of your nude figure. He’d made good on his promise not to peek, but the water could only conceal so much.

The sight of you in his T-shirt and shorts had driven Suguru wild and made the long walk to Nagoya tortuous. The city had millions of people, allowing you all to blend in with the crowd, and was far enough away from the Jujutsu strongholds of Kyoto and Tokyo. He’d kept a straight face, but knowing you were wearing his clothes, which still had his lingering scent made a sense of possessiveness invade him. He barely knew you, but that hadn’t stopped him from being satisfied, or admiring how well you wore his garments.

By the time you all stumbled upon a motel on the edge of Nagoya, he was painfully hard. If it wasn’t for his oversized shirt, the tent his dick had created in his sweatpants surely would’ve been visible.

Being the gentleman he was, he allowed you and the girls to freshen up first. But when you came out of the shower in nothing but a towel, he’d nearly come undone on the spot. At record speed, he hurried to the bathroom, barely remembering to grab himself a towel.

Freezing water cascaded from the showerhead and onto his body, but it did nothing to halt his arousal. Even as he began to shiver, his hard-on remained, giving him no choice but to take care of the problem.

Suguru bit his lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape as he stroked his cock. One hand was resting against the tiled wall of the shower, while the other was tugging at himself. His hair was down and plastered to his skin, obscuring the edges of his vision.

His eyes were slammed shut, and his breathing grew hollow as he imagined your hands instead of his. It might’ve been the result of his recent dry spell, but he was already dreaming of all the positions he’d put you in. He was sure you were untouched, and the thought of teaching you – corrupting you – only made him harder.

His hand quickened as he pictured you laying beneath him, your hair sprawled onto the pillow, your knees touching your shoulders as he pounded into you. He knew that your fucked-out expression would be delectable, and the sounds you’d make would make his thrusts more frenzied.

A groan left him at the thought of filling you up and watching his cum drip out of you, marking you from the inside. You’d feel so good, he wagered, that pulling out would be an impossible task.

He began to jerk his cock faster, his other hand wandering to his heavy, cum-filled balls as his core began to tremble. His breath grew shakier, and soon, his hand and the shower wall were covered in his seed.

With a sigh, he removed the showerhead and let the water clean up the evidence of his carnal desire. Even when he began to scrub his body, the erotic image he’d conjured of you stuck in his head. He couldn’t wait to find out how accurate it was.

A/N: It was so hard to pick a color for this man, so I just chose the gold and yellow of his robe as the text colors 😭

[kisses4lao]

Gn reader, not proofread

No thoughts. Only thinking about how Bi han would LOVE blowjobs. Like obviously he'd give his partner oral too, in fact he prefers to give his partner oral. But as our Lord and Savior Childish Gambino once said, 69 is the only dinner for two. Like just imagine okay, reader(aka YOU) and bi han are 69ing. I definitely think bi hans balls would be so unbelievably sensitive. Like you even slightly touch them and he'd be halting his movements just to moan. He definitely isn't very vocal when it comes to sex but when you're blowing him he turns into a little bitch.

But just imagine okay: reader found out bi han did something so awesome: like winning Mortal Kombat idk we all know he wouldn't in the canon but shhhh. And reader decides the best way to reward him is by giving him a nice bubble bath and then giving him endless blowjobs. He ends up getting extremely overstimulated after the first few times he cums and every time after that he begs for you to let him cum again. There's tears in his eyes and his entire body is shaking but he's having the time of his life.

Next day he's walking with a limp and no one knows why.

[cowboylor]

cabin fever

the studio begins to feel small with george and matty. 

wc: 4k

warnings: (18+) smut, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, degradation, thigh riding, teasing, smoking, consensual workplace relations? (matty and reader have an implied situationship)

note: this is only what i can describe as a doozy

You’ve asked Matty three times already if he wanted you to go on another coffee run and he’s dismissively waved you off with a grumble each time. This leaves you with no choice but to perch on the edge of the couch, picking your nails and listening to the same demo blast through the speakers for the past three hours. 

Matty’s brow furrows. “Play it back.”

George sighs but relents by pressing the playback button.

He runs his hands over his face, muttering, “’s not like it changed from the last ten times we’ve listened to it.” 

Huffing, you shift in your seat. 

You’re past trying to get comfortable and past the hopeful idea you could rest your eyes until they’ve finished editing. The repeated track gives you a headache and only reinstates the thought that you really don’t know what else Matty needs you here for.

Sparing him a glance, you watch him mouth along to both lyrics and rhythm, tapping his fingers against the desk as he searches for anything he dislikes about the track.

You lean back. This day really should be over.

Daydreaming about a shower and your freshly-washed duvet cover has been the only thing keeping you sane throughout the day. Your errand running has proved to be your least favorite thing about being his assistant but the most needed thing when it came to perfectionist musicians. 

You glance outside the hallway to see the darkening window. You have to be the only three left in the studio. Every other member of their congregation has gone home by now.

Matty and George have a hushed conversation five feet away from you. Their secrecy has you rolling your eyes.

You pick and rub your eyes.

“I think we’re in for it,” George says finally, fidgeting with one of the many buttons across the set up until the song is paused. 

You perk up. “I’ll get coffee.”

“Don’t need you to get coffee,” Matty huffs at your constant insistence. You’re moving to grab your keys and bag anyway when he turns his chair to look at you. “I need you here.”

You meet his stare blankly, clutching your keys in your hand as he scolds you. George turns to eye both of of you, then shoots you a pointed look as if to say Don’t push it. 

“Why?” You groan.

Matty lights a cigarette and waves it in his hand for effect. “Unbiased opinion, secondary source, untrained ear–” You don’t give him the smile he’s looking for. “–my muse.”

You chuckle sardonically, repeating his words syllable by syllable, “My muse.”

He exhales smoke, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as you also fight off an amused grin. He looks handsome like this; with his under eyes slightly drawn out and his hair free of gel. You would’ve told him so if not George being in the room.

“Exactly, love.” He nods.

You want to argue that you can’t be his muse or unbiased opinion; you work for him. Your paychecks have his full legal name scribbled at the bottom of the slip. You get him coffee and equipment and pick up his dry cleaning on days he just wants to spite you. But you don't say this–you just watch him watch you.

Turning back, George shakes his head. “Christ.” 

You sigh as they both become preoccupied with the soundboard again. In metaphorically defeat, you drop your purse back on the couch.

+

The untrustworthy coffee machine is your safe haven. You would rather venture into the break room of the studio, under the flickering lights and all, than sit in solitude and listen to Matty and George mess about for another minute. Dragging your feet to the counter, you begin to make a pot. If anything, the coffee-making is for your sanity.

While flicking on the power button, you go over grocery lists, bills, and the dinner reservation you need to cancel for Matty tomorrow.

You watch the dingy pot begin to fill right as the door to the break room creaks open. 

You whip around to see George.

You raise your brow at his uncharacteristic leave. “Hi?”

He wanders into the break room like he’s unsure of himself. His grey sweats hang from his hips and you can make out a flash of skin from when he stretches his arms and his hoodie rides up because of it.

Your face warms.

George looks good. George looks really good. 

“I was going to piss,” He says like he's explaining his departure from the studio. “Then I saw you.” 

“Ah,” You rub your hands over your eyes in a half-hearted attempt to stop your gaze from wandering down to his waistband. “Piss break.”

He laughs and then glances at the brewing pot. His brow furrows: “Fulfilling your unsolicited desire to get coffee?”

“Can’t help it,” You mutter, agitated and sore. “It’s like I have fucking cabin fever or something.”

He nods but then eyes you carefully. You suddenly grow self-conscious over your appearance. Your makeup is bound to be smeared by your constant rubbing and you would say you’re in desperate need of an everything shower, but his eyes still skirt over you slowly–like he’s unapologetically checking you out.

Then he glances at his watch and you can breathe again. 

“Maybe you should go home,” He says sympathetically in a way that has you shaking your head. Then in reference to Matty adds, “He’ll get over it.” 

“Not at this point,” You huff a laugh, craning your neck to stare up at him directly. “I’m no quitter, George.”

A brief pause.

His eyes give you the up-down again. “I believe it.” 

Coffee filters loudly to make up the silence between the two of you. 

“Well,” You say, switching off the machine and gathering three cups in hopes of looking busy. “I hope you have a great piss.”

He chuckles wryly. “I’ll try my best.” 

You shake your head when he leaves, pouring questionable brew into styrofoam cups and muttering a string of “Fuck me”’s.

+

The coffee was left untouched by Matty and you know he’s purposefully ignoring it just to irritate you. George takes occasional sips from the small cup if only to humor you. 

Your eyes are closed by this point; listening to every word, pitch, and musical texture there is drone from the speakers of this godforsaken studio. 

“Shit,” Matty curses after the demo nears an end. “Let’s scrap it–Deal with it later.”

“Later is now.” George bites back. 

You hear a click and the track falls silent.

“Then, fuck,” Matty’s frustrated laugh rings out. “I don’t know. Maybe we need to try something new.”

For a moment, there’s silence in the room. Pure, unfiltered silence that makes your chest swell with satisfaction and gives your budding headache momentarily relief.

Wait. 

Your brow quirks up in confusion. Raising your head from the cushion you open your eyes slowly. When you see the joints in their hands, you roll your eyes so far back it aches.

“You’re joking,” You mumble, tucking your knees to your chest as you nestle further into the couch. “I’ll never get to leave.” 

“It’s called the creative process, love,” Matty quips without turning around. 

George stretches to pass you the poorly rolled blunt. “Don’t want you to feel left out.”

You accept it begrudgingly, pouting at his slightly facetious expression until he swivels back to the soundboard and you’re left blinking dully at their backs. You lightly suck air through it and then rest your head on the back cushion. 

The demo is being played over again and they bicker when it comes to the last section of notes. 

Another puff. You’re going stir-crazy. 

You watch the clock on the wall until your eyes burn and the ticking begins to sound like the song that’s being blasted through the speakers. 

“The hell am I doing,” You mumble to yourself. You brush your wrinkled clothes down and fix your hair before clearing your throat. “Can I do something other than watch you roll joints and bicker? Be helpful?”

They turn to eye you carefully, finally acknowledging your frustration. 

The corners of Matty’s mouth fight to twist into a smile and you glower at him–always taking the piss out of you when you get like this.  

“What?” You snap.

“Wanna be helpful?” Matty asks.  

George glances over, saying his name as a warning for whatever he might say next. Matty doesn’t acknowledge it, still looking you up and down with a familiar glint in his eye. 

He chuckles, “I know how you can be helpful.”

You grow silent, eyes narrowing and flicking between the two, feeling like you’re being left out on a joke.  

George sighs and shakes his head. “God, you’re a twat.”

“How?” You question, still mildly confused about what exactly he’s implying.

Because he couldn’t be implying that. And if he even is, you’ve never done anything in the studio. With someone like George there. You’re disbelieving; you want to draw it out of him, make him say it. “How can I?”

Matty taps his right thigh. “Take a seat.”

He absolutely could be implying that.

Your jaw hangs open for a second. 

But then, wanting to spite and wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, you wander over to him. Plunking down on his thigh, Matty spins you back into his chair, pressing you against the desk and his chest while he goes back to fiddling with buttons like this isn’t out of the ordinary.

Straddling your employer’s thigh definitely violates all codes of ethics. But none of them feel as entertaining as sitting in Matty's lap.

You try to share a look with George from beside you but he avoids your eyes, instead muttering, “Let’s get back to it, then.”

+

You’re flushed against Matty by the time they’ve moved on from the last demo. Now, they’ve moved onto the particulars and you’re growing a different type of frustrated. 

When Matty talks his breath courses down your neck and makes you feel warm in every way possible. You’re fighting the urge to nestle into him, bury yourself in his neck and be closer to him–until your face grows unbearably warm and you become embarrassed about how just sitting on his lap is drives to this point.

Because this is all a game to him. And you play into it perfectly every time he beckons you.

But George–

George can’t even look at you while you’re on top of Matty; avoiding your eyes altogether and talking brashly to his bandmate like you’re not even there. And you can’t help but subconsciously long for his attention again. Whatever that looked like before–however he was looking at you in the break room.

Matty brushes his hand behind your neck before tsking: “It’s rude to stare, you know.”

You avert your eyes from George.

“While you’re in my lap, too,” He scolds quietly.

He chuckles at the reaction, making shivers travel down your body. 

You shift on his thigh, your body growing intolerant of the compromising position he has you in. You grab onto his arm that holds you at the waist, dragging your nails across his forearm. 

“I’m still your favorite,” His lips find the crest of your ear again to murmur. “Right, babe?”

You bite your lip to silence a whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your skirt. Watching his fingers go lower until your mind starts to cloud.

“You–” You breathe out sharply, brow furrowing as you struggle to not yell at him. “–were never my favorite.”

His laugh even sends chills down your spine and you lean into him, pressing yourself against him in an effort to get any relief for the pooling heat in your stomach. 

“Stop fucking around,” George mumbles more to Matty than to you.

You watch him fiddle with the amp set up beside the desk; you can’t tell if he’s actually unhappy with the sound system they’ve been using for the past ten hours with no complaint or if he’s looking for any reason not to look at you. 

“I’m completely present,” Matty insists, removing his arm from your waist to make an example of being hands-free. “But she can’t help it; I think she has a crush on you.”

You sit up straight at the accusation but find that you have no reason to be embarrassed because Matty’s right–you are in another man’s lap. He toys with the tip of your chin as you do your best to sneer at him.

George glances at you quickly and your cheeks burn. 

“Matt,” He sighs. “Don’t be a dick.”

“’m serious,” Matty defends, looking at your poker face expression you hope comes across as disinterested. You may be sitting in his lap but you’re unbothered by all of it. You’re cool, you’re collected, and you definitely won’t give him the reaction he’s looking for– “Bet she thinks about you fucking her all the time.”

Fuck him. Absolutely fuck him. 

You shift your hips at the thought and roll them against his thigh. His expression remains the same. If not for a sly smirk at your physical reaction because it was a reaction nonetheless.

“Is it true? Think of our George like that?” He teases, tapping a finger against your thigh. “That's so naughty.” 

Heat spreads between your legs and the tips of George's ears turn crimson. 

But now, you can’t help but picture what George would look like when he’s in you. How he would sound, where he would put his hands while he's fucking you. And soon you’re moving against Matty in a way that you wouldn’t have fathomed an hour ago.

“Thoughts?”

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

You blink at Matty. “About what?”

“The song,” He says.

You pause, staring at George and his slightly more readable expression as his eyes wander down to your thighs and the way they’re glued to Matty’s. Watching carefully as Matty slips his hand into your skirt to swipe his finger under the elastic band.  

“It’s nice, yeah,” You reply, gasping sharply when Matty prods at your folds. Your eyes flick back to George and he's not looking away this time. You whine when his finger teases over your clit. Arching back into Matty, you mumble through half-lids, “I fucking love it.”

His finger circles in ragged motions, making you jerk into him at an unrhythmic pace that has you uncomfortably screwing your eyes shut in frustration and grabbing him by the arm: “Matty.”

He smirks, knowingly. “Yeah, babe?”

“You're–” You sigh. “You're trying to be annoying.”

He barks a laugh at this, slipping his hand out of your underwear to give you a gentle slap on the thigh.

“Bein' so ungrateful.”

You mewl at the loss of friction but are too proud to beg for it. Your eyes wander back to George and his stiffened stature as he watches you with a slack jaw.

“Grab me that mic, yeah?” Matty says to you as your gaze lowers to George's lap. Sighing, he grabs your chin to redirect your line of sight. “Right over there.”

Right over there happens to be on the other side where George sits. Without thinking too much about it, you’re getting up from Matty's lap and leaning over George to reach it.

You don’t so much apologize for the reach before looking up at him.

“Need anything?” You prod.

His eyes run over you; his gaze dropping down to your disheveled skirt before traveling up to your blown-out expression. You plead with him through your eyes, glancing down to his lap to stare at the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck it,” George exhales, pausing the track with one hand and beckoning you with the other. “C'mere.”

He holds your hand while guiding you on top to straddle him, mumbling in your ear something along the lines of you being a ‘minx’ as you settle in his lap. While your hands go straight to the neckline of his jumper, his go straight to your cunt.

Slipping his fingers past the material, you gasp into his shoulder, breathing out a pitchy ‘oh god’ as he’s quick to work against you.

“Good?” He says, making tight circles around your clit. Then to tease his bandmate, chides, “Better?”

Matty rolls his eyes. "Oh, fuck off."

Numbly, you nod into him, rolling against his fingers as he nips at your neck. Your fingers etch into his neckline, clutching the material like you're desperate to cling to him as he prods at your bundle of nerves.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask brashly, through ragged breaths.

You're tired of waiting; you've made it clear for the past three hours.

His chuckle is low against your ear. “Would you like that, sweet girl?”

You assure him you would through hurried moans and shifting your hips against him as he pulls the thin fabric of your underwear to the side. Letting him kiss down the side of your neck, you turn to look at Matty.

He stares at you through parted lips as he watches you get off with his best mate. He gives you a wink before he fishes for some packing paper.

“This alright?” George asks, guiding the tip of his cock into you.

“Yeah,” Your lips are on the cusp of his ear as he does, splitting in two when he pokes at your entrance. “Yes, yes.”

Matty busies himself by rolling another joint, only peering up to watch you sink onto George’s cock. 

A loud moan rips through you, prompting Matty to quip: “Everything alright, love?”

“Fuck off,” You repeat his words back to him through gritted teeth.

He chuckles. “Ever the professional.”

You don't care for his banter right now. Your mind is cloudy and the only thing you can focus on is George's grip on you as the way he raises your hips up to fuck into you.

“You’re huge,” You whine into his ear without thinking too much about it. 

His fingers dig into your waist as you wrap your arms around him. 

“'Told me you weren't a quitter," He mumbles though you can practically hear the smirk threatening to break on his face.

You watch your cunt spread around his cock, over and over again until everything feels white-hot and is searing through your body.

He stills his hands, making you hiss as you let him stretch you out fully. You begin to protest the lack of movement, shifting your hips forward until you whimper at the intensity of it all. Ignoring it, you lift your hips off him again. If George wants you to ride him you will.

But then he slaps your thigh. “Bend over.”

He wraps his arm around you to situate you as you look around the studio. Looking for a place where you could bend over in a practical manner. You furrow your brow, a choked sob buried in your throat as the ache between your legs grows more intense with every passing second of no one touching you.

"Need to be told everything?" George teases, turning you around to push your lower back down into the desk. Bend over meaning here, you think as you rest your burning cheek against the counter. He pushes his hips back into you with a groan. "Bein' so patient."

Patient, patient, patient.

You groan into the desk. You don’t want to be patient anymore.

“Shit.” You hiss as you feel your walls tug onto him greedily. "Please, please, please."

Matty's laugh ringing out makes you tilt your gaze over to him. Smoking surrounds him as he toys with one button on the soundboard (perhaps mockingly) by rolling it on the tip of his finger.

You whine, dipping your head down again as George's hips snap against yours roughly.

Matty whistles, lowly. "Soundin' a little pathetic, love."

The edge of the table is malleable in your grip. You gape at Matty who looks at you with interest. You plead for him with your eyes.

“Matty.”

“Yeah, babe?”

Your nails dig into the wood. “Need you.”

He hums like he's considering. "Need me?"

You don't respond; instead, you chant a chorus of 'please' to George as he grazes that one spot inside you. It makes your eyes roll back and gasp into your hand until you're blinking repeatedly in an effort to see straight.

Only then, Matty's convinced.

He makes a show out of unbuttoning his pants and pushing down the elastic band of his boxers but you can barely see straight as you bobble forward. 

You can make out him pulling out his cock, stroking himself a few times while peering down at your submissive state. You think he’s going to make you beg for him and you almost sigh in frustration at the thought because you really don’t have the energy for that right now. 

But he just grins at you and says, “Open up.”

And you do. 

When he juts his hips into your mouth, you’re steadying yourself with one hand and you’re feeling up his thigh with the other. He busies himself with your hair, tugging it forward roughly until your lips reach the base of his cock.

"My girl," Matty sighs as you hallow your cheeks around him. "My girl is so helpful–isn't she?"

George's hand presses down to your middle back–maybe in agreement with what Matty said–as your name falls from his lips.

"Gonna let me come in your mouth?" Matty muses while gathering a fist of your hair in his hand. His hips stutter, jerking back when he feels you moan around him. "Fuck, you always take it so well."

Your lips grow numb just as you feel your body build to a climax. You know George is close with the way he's grabbing at your hips as he plows into you. Your stomach coils as you push your hips into him–wanting him to finish, wanting Matty to finish as you work against them.

Matty's grip on your hair lifts you up so you can see him. His teasing smirk is vacant, just watching your expression as his mouth forms an o shape and he's bringing you roughly down on his cock until he's coming in your mouth.

Swollen and raw, you swallow (because you always do).

When you come you're arching into George and then pulling your hips away from him as you grapple with the sensitivity bundling in your core. His hand falls between your legs as you jerk against him.

His thrusts turn sloppy, lazily bucking into you until he's flushed against your ass and spilling into you. You breathe his name repeatedly as your body comes down; pushing up from the desk you move to stand, leaning back against George.

And then his hand disappears from in between your legs and he's pulling up your panties that stretched around your thighs. You let him mess with your skirt until he's pulling it down your ass and brushing down the material like he's concerned with making you appear decent.

Amused and out of breath, you stare at him as he fumbles with the material of his sweats. Shifting your gaze, you watch Matty–whose hair is even more disheveled now–tuck himself back into his pants.

His eyes catch yours and you expect him to beckon you back to him with the wave of his hand. Matty gives you a lopsided smile and your heart twinges.

"One more thing, babe," He says, fiddling with the buttons of his trousers.

You realize George's come is soaking through your underwear and running down your inner thigh when you start to wander over to Matty.

Squeezing your legs together, you burn hot.

"Coffee," Matty finally says and you blankly stare at him. He grins, and you can't find it in yourself to despise him for it. Not ever. "Hot coffee would be great right now."

[rvp32]

Savior- Chapter 4

Around 4.3k words. Sub/dom, Toy play, a little overstimulation, A fluffy smut. Enjoy it and as always I would appreciate the feedback  

You wake up feeling thrilled as you eagerly anticipate the day's plans with Gaeul. After freshening up, you make your way to her apartment and knock on the door. Gaeul greets you, looking a bit groggy from just waking up. You give her a peck on the cheek and walk inside.

"Good morning, my love. Did I wake you up?" you ask with a smile.

Gaeul responds with a sleepy voice, "Morning. Why are you here so early? I was hoping to sleep in today."

You remind her of the plan to visit Twice's dorm today, causing her eyes to widen in realization. She quickly hurries to freshen up, while you set up the table for breakfast. Soon enough, the delicious food you ordered arrives just as Gaeul finishes her shower. As she eagerly devours her meal, you can't help but admire her beauty. She looks stunning in her brown turtleneck, which you realize she's wearing to conceal your activities from the previous day.

“Why do you keep staring at me? Is something on my face?” Gaeul says, which brings you back to reality. 

You look into her eyes and say “If you were the sun I’d continue staring, even if it means I will go blind for your beauty overcomes any pain I feel just to see you,” Gaeul blushes at your compliment 

“That is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me. Also why the sudden cheesiness?” Gaeul says while she continues to eat. 

As he looked at her, his heart swelled with admiration. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, the twinkle in her eyes, and the curve of her lips - he couldn't help but feel utterly captivated by her beauty.

With a tender touch, he took her delicate hand in his, caressing it gently with his thumb. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her skin, and planted a gentle kiss on her hand.

"I just want you to know that I appreciate your beauty, pretty girl," he whispered softly. The words spilled out of his lips like a sweet melody, and he couldn't help but marvel at how she blushed at his words.

As he rose to his feet, he turned to her with a playful grin. "Are you excited to meet Twice today, Pretty girl?" he asked, eager to see her reaction.

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she beamed at him, her heart fluttering with joy. "Of course, I am," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation.

As Gaeul finished her meal, her heart began to race with anticipation. She knew that he was following her, and the mere thought of his touch sent shivers down her spine.

As she entered her room, she turned to face him, and his strong grip caught her off guard. With a small scream escaping her lips, she found herself melting into his touch. "Why did you follow me here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a devilish smirk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift. "Wow, we haven't even dated that long, and you already got me a gift?! I am touched, babe," Gaeul exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

As she tore through the packaging, she revealed the gift, and her jaw dropped in shock. "Babe, why the fuck did you get me this?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. It was a small vibrator that had a remote control.  

As he took another step closer, his eyes bore into hers, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. "I want you to wear it today," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Gaeul's eyes widened with surprise, and she took a step back, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "What? No, I don't want to meet my favorite K-pop band with a fucking vibrator in me," she protested, her voice a little louder than before.

He chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Trust me, my love, you will enjoy it. And if you are a good girl, I will give you a reward. You like rewards, right, pretty girl?" he said, his voice serious. It was less of a request and more of a command, and Gaeul knew she wasn't going to disobey a command from her master.

Gaeul couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at the mere thought of his request and the possible reward that she would get. She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As he handed her the small, discreet toy, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She knew that this day would be one that she would never forget. Gaeul walks into the washroom happy that you were settling into being dominant. The vibrator was pretty easy to put in as it was relatively small. 

As Gaeul emerged from the washroom, her gait was a little different, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. With a gentle hand, you fixed her clothes and made sure that she was comfortable with everything.

"How does it feel, pretty girl?" you asked, your voice laced with tenderness and concern. You took her chin in your hand, moving it up to make eye contact with her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of your gaze.

Gaeul's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked into your eyes, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection that she had never experienced before. 

Gaeul looked into your eyes, her heart beating faster as she spoke. "Yes, sir, it feels a little weird right now, but I should be able to get used to it soon," she said, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

"If we are going to do this, I need to know when you can't take any more," you said, your voice filled with concern. "Do you have a safe word?"

As you waited for her response, Gaeul's mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions. She couldn't believe that she was doing this, that she was allowing herself to be vulnerable and exposed in front of you. But at the same time, she knew that there was nowhere else she would rather be than in your arms. 

Gaeul's voice trembled as she spoke her safe word. "Kitsch," she said, the word barely audible as it left her lips. But as she looked up at you, she could see the concern etched on your face, and she knew that she was in good hands.

"I think we should also use the light system," she continued, her voice gaining strength with each passing moment. "Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means you can continue."

As she spoke, Gaeul felt a sense of safety and control that she had never experienced with anyone else. She knew that you would respect her boundaries and that she was safe with you, no matter what happened.

Gaeul and you made your way downstairs, her heart raced with excitement and anticipation. As you got into the car, Gaeul couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She knew that you liked to play games and push boundaries, and she couldn't wait to see what you had in store for her. But as the car started moving, she felt a sudden jolt of electricity that shot through her body.

Turning to you with a look of surprise and confusion, Gaeul gasped as she realized what you had done. "What the hell, babe?!" she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing with anger and frustration.

But even as she glared at you, Gaeul knew that she was powerless to resist your charms. She knew that you had a way of getting under her skin, of making her feel things that she had never felt before. And as they continued on their journey, she knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would push her to her limits and test the boundaries of their relationship.

As Gaeul leaned into you, her body still reeling from the shock of the toy, you couldn't resist the urge to play with her a little more. With a sly smile on your lips, you turned the toy back on, this time at a medium setting.

Gaeul's body immediately tensed up as the vibrations coursed through her, and she couldn't help but grab onto your hand for support. But even as she struggled to control her reactions, she couldn't deny the pleasure that she felt.

As you watched Gaeul's body writhe in pleasure, you couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through your veins. Her soft moans and the way she bit her lip in ecstasy only fueled your need to touch her, to please her.

But as you saw the desperation in her eyes, you knew you couldn't push her too far. So, with a smirk, you reached over and turned off the toy once again, leaving Gaeul panting and flushed.

You leaned in close to her ear, the scent of her perfume driving you wild. "Don't worry, pretty girl," you whispered huskily. "I'll give you what you need later."

Gaeul's breath hitched at your words, and you knew that the anticipation would only make the reward that much sweeter. 

After Gaeul had a little taste of the toy you let her rest and she soon fell asleep on your lap. As Gaeul slept peacefully, you couldn't help but admire her beauty. Her soft breaths and the way her chest rose and fell with each one had a calming effect on you. 

You contented yourself with just watching her sleep. You couldn't help but smile as she shifted slightly in her sleep, nuzzling her head closer to you. The love you felt for her was overwhelming, and you knew that you would do anything to protect her and keep her safe.

As the car pulled up to the mansion that Twice lived in, you gently shook Gaeul awake. She stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily before realizing where she was. You helped her out of the car, keeping a protective arm around her as you made your way inside.

As Gaeul gazed upon the sprawling mansion, her heart raced with both excitement and nervousness. You pressed the doorbell, and she couldn't help but fidget with her hands. Sensing her unease, you took her hand and interlaced your fingers, giving her a reassuring nod.

As the door opened, Gaeul's heart skipped a beat. She was greeted by the sight of the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. Her eyes widened as she took in the beauty of the girl, who gave her a warm smile.

"Hi, I'm Sana, nice to meet you," the girl said, extending her hand toward Gaeul.

Gaeul took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her body. She couldn't help but stare at Sana's luscious lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss them. You cleared your throat, bringing Gaeul back to reality.

"Come on in, guys," Sana said, leading the way into the mansion.

Gaeul walked in, feeling slightly intimidated by the opulence of the mansion. She had never been to a place this grand before. But she felt reassured by the presence of her beloved master, who had promised to be with her every step of the way.

As you led Gaeul to the grand living room, her eyes widened with awe at the sight before her. She couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the room, from the chandelier hanging above to the plush furniture arranged neatly. You caught her staring at Sana’s ass and leaned in, your lips brushing against her ear as you whispered teasingly, "Don't get too comfortable staring at the members, my dear. Remember, I have this in my hand," giving her a brief glimpse of the remote. Gaeul shivered at the sensation of your breath on her skin, and a spark of desire ignited within her. 

As you step into the living room, you feel a pair of arms enveloping you in a tight, body-crushing hug. You turn to see your best friend, the one and only Myoui Mina, her smile bright and infectious. After you both pull away, Mina's eyes wander over to Gaeul, who stands beside you, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Oh my god, you didn't tell me you were going to bring your girlfriend over!" Mina exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You smile at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"Sorry about that, Mina. Gaeul, meet my best friend, Mina. And Mina, this is Gaeul, my girlfriend," you say, introducing the two women. Gaeul's face flushes a little as she realizes that Mina is her bias, the K-pop star she's idolized for years is standing in front of her. 

“Nice to meet you Mina shi, I am a huge fan of yours,” Gaeul manages to say. 

“There is no need for such formalities Gaeul, you can just call me Mina unnie”

Gaeul felt her heart beating fast as the other girls started to arrive in the living room. She recognized them from their music videos and felt a little starstruck, but also nervous about what they would think of her. Mina and Sana were the first to arrive and they immediately hugged you, greeting you with warmth and affection.

As the other girls trickled in, Gaeul couldn't help but notice the surprised looks on their faces when they saw her sitting next to you. She could tell that they were curious and maybe a little bit judgmental, but she tried her best to remain calm and composed.

Mina leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Do you want me to tell them about you and Gaeul?"

You shook your head and replied, "Not yet. I want to make sure things are stable between us first."

Gaeul looked at you with gratitude, touched by your thoughtfulness and consideration. She knew that you had been hurt in the past and appreciated the fact that you were taking things slowly with her. As the girls chatted and caught up, Gaeul sat quietly next to you, enjoying the warmth of your hand in hers. 

As the buzzing sensation intensified, Gaeul's body jolted, her breath hitching in surprise. Every gaze in the room was now trained on her, but you couldn't resist the urge to tease her a little. With a sly grin, you quipped, "Are you alright, my dear? Do you need a glass of water?"

Gaeul shot you a sharp look, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm fine," she mumbled, offering a quick apology to the group. Despite her embarrassment, you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The atmosphere in the room crackled with excitement as Gaeul sat on the edge of her seat, her body shifting restlessly. Every movement was a testament to the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. Her face, usually a canvas of radiant beauty, now revealed a delicate pained expression as she battled to maintain composure in front of her cherished group, who had become her dear friends.

As Gaeul's eyes met yours, they shimmered with an unspoken plea, silently urging you to intervene, to bring her solace amidst the overwhelming stimulation. You could see the vulnerability etched in her gaze, her longing for respite from the swirling emotions threatening to unravel her. It was as if she sought a moment of tranquility, a sanctuary in the storm of her own emotions.

In a private moment filled with intimate desire, you leaned closer to Gaeul, your voice a husky whisper caressing her ear. "Go to the washroom, my love," you murmured, your words laced with a promise of continued pleasure. "I won't interrupt the toy, allowing you to revel in its sensations until you find the release you crave."

Gaeul's eyes widened, startled by your audacious proposition. Her surprise quickly gave way to a mixture of intrigue and desire, knowing that resistance would be futile. With a hesitant yet exhilarated smile, she acknowledged the unspoken command, acknowledging that there was no point in arguing against the fervor that consumed them both. Slowly, she began to make her way toward the washroom, her movements betraying a quiver of anticipation.

As Gaeul disappeared behind the closed door, the anticipation in the air grew thick with longing. However, fueled by a mischievous desire to test her limits, you couldn't resist seizing the opportunity to tease her. Within mere seconds of hearing the latch click shut, a devilish grin crossed your lips as you turned off the toy, momentarily halting the waves of pleasure that had been building within Gaeul.

The sudden absence of stimulation caused Gaeul's senses to jolt with frustration and confusion. Her body yearned for the climax she had been so tantalizingly close to reaching, and now it felt out of reach. Her eyes blazed with an intensity mixed with anger as she stormed out of the washroom, her strides brimming with an irresistible aura of determination.

"Why in the world did you turn it off?!" Gaeul's voice, though whispered, carried a sharp edge of frustration as she vented her discontent in your ear. The fiery blend of arousal and anger heightened the tension between you, igniting a smoldering passion that refused to be extinguished.

At that moment, as Gaeul stood before you, a fierce flame burning in her eyes, you couldn't help but be captivated by her uninhibited spirit. It was a testament to the untamed desire that bound your souls together, an unwavering connection that defied conventional boundaries.

A smirk danced on your lips as you held her gaze, the air around you electric with unspoken desires. "Patience, my love," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of mischief and longing. "The pleasure is far from over. Let us savor every moment, every touch until we reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together."

She wasn't pleased with your actions, to say the least, but a knowing glimmer in her eyes betrayed her understanding of the power dynamics at play. As Gaeul resumed her seat, she leaned in closer, her hand assertively finding its place on your thigh. The pressure of her touch conveyed a silent message, a warning that she too held the ability to place you in an uncomfortable and vulnerable position.

Caught between desire and the need to maintain control, you relented, aware of the precarious balance between pleasure and torment. With a swift flick of your hand, the toy sprang back to life, buzzing at its highest setting. Gaeul's reaction was immediate, her delicate fingers clawing at your thighs as she grappled with the intense stimulation. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she instinctively pressed her legs together, seeking both relief and a futile attempt at containing the overwhelming sensations.

Though consumed by the escalating whirlwind of desire, you remained acutely aware of your surroundings. Your gaze scanned the room discreetly, ensuring that no prying eyes had caught wind of the clandestine play unfolding between you and Gaeul. The allure of the ongoing movie held everyone's attention, shielding your secrets from prying eyes. Yet, as your eyes met Mina's, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, you chose to disregard the silent invitation, determined to remain focused solely on Gaeul and the intoxicating connection you shared.

The air crackled with a potent mixture of pleasure and power, a dance of control and surrender between two souls entwined. In this clandestine world, only the two of you existed, lost in the labyrinth of desire and yearning. Gaeul's grip on your thigh tightened, her nails grazing your skin, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Your eyes locked with hers, a silent understanding passing between you, a shared acknowledgement of the depths to which you were willing to explore.

As the movie flickered on, a masquerade of innocence, you and Gaeul delved into the hidden realm of passion. The unspoken understanding lingered, a tantalizing secret binding you together, fueling the fires of desire that threatened to consume you both. In that stolen moment, you surrendered to the intoxicating power of pleasure, embracing the exhilaration of the unknown, with Mina's mischievous smirk fading into the background, eclipsed by the rapturous connection shared only between you and Gaeul.

As waves of pleasure surged through Gaeul's body, her self-control waned, and the urge to release her desires grew insurmountable. Sensing the impending crescendo that threatened to escape her lips, you swiftly pulled her into the sanctuary of your neck, a whispered plea to keep her secret hidden from prying ears. In that intimate embrace, Gaeul seized the invitation, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your shoulder, a blend of pain and pleasure intertwining in a tantalizing dance.

A gasp escaped your lips as the sharpness of her bite sent a jolt of sensation coursing through your body. The intensity of the pain was tempered by the undeniable pleasure it invoked, an exquisite fusion that blurred the boundaries between pleasure and torment. In that moment, you both surrendered to the intoxication of the other's touch, knowing that the marks left upon your skin were the physical testament to the fiery passion that raged between you.

Gaeul's teeth clung to your shoulder, her grip both possessive and fervent. The mingling of sensations created an intricate tapestry of desire, where pleasure and pain danced harmoniously. Each sting of her bite was a delicious reminder of the depths of your connection, fueling the flames of ardor that consumed you both.

As your bodies intertwined, lost in the throes of passion, the outside world faded into insignificance. The heat of the moment enveloped you, cocooning you in a bubble of undeniable intimacy. In that sacred space, where time stood still, pain transformed into an exquisite pleasure that knew no bounds.

As the intoxicating waves of stimulation surged between Gaeul's trembling legs, she teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, she became blissfully oblivious to her surroundings, surrendering herself completely to the rapturous sensations that consumed her.

The grip of her teeth on your shoulder slowly released, the mark of her passionate bite etched upon your skin as a testament to the intensity of the moment. Gaeul's body, spent from the profound release of her orgasm, leaned heavily against you, seeking solace and support in your embrace.

In the aftermath of her pleasure, Gaeul's eyes met yours, a plea reflected in their depths. Her gaze implored you to alleviate the overwhelming stimulation that still lingered within her. Recognizing her need, you swiftly reached out to turn off the toy, ending the electrifying vibrations that had taken her to the pinnacle of bliss.

As the toy ceased its tantalizing motions, Gaeul's body melted against yours, her muscles relaxing as tranquility washed over her. In the quiet aftermath of their passionate dance, you held her close, offering a sanctuary of solace and tenderness. Together, you shared a moment of intimacy and connection, where the world outside ceased to exist, and only the gentle rhythm of your breaths intertwined.

As Gaeul dozed off in your comforting embrace, the movie played on, casting its enchantment upon the screen. With the credits rolling, the remaining awake souls dispersed to the kitchen or the washroom. Feeling the urge to leave, you gently woke Gaeul, whispering, "Hey, let's head back home, babe."

Gaeul, still half-asleep, nodded and murmured, her voice tinged with weariness, "My legs are jelly. I'll probably limp if we walk to the car."

"No worries, sweetheart," you reassured her, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "I'll let the others know we're leaving and make sure we get to the car without any trouble."

Entering the kitchen, you found Mina and Jihyo engaged in playful banter. "Just so you know, Gaeul and I are bouncing," you declared, a grin playing on your lips. "She's beat from keeping up with you wild bunch."

Laughter erupted from the girls. "Take care, you two," Jihyo chimed in. "We miss having you around. Drop by more often!"

Returning to the room, Mina trailed behind you as you scooped Gaeul into your arms, carrying her like a bride. Moving toward the exit, Mina held the door open, showcasing her thoughtful nature. Settling Gaeul into the cozy car seat, gratitude washed over you for Mina's kindness.

"Goodnight, Mina," you bid her farewell, enveloping her in a warm hug. "I'll catch up with you soon. And seriously, don't ghost my messages, okay?"

Mina's mischievous grin lingered. "No worries, I'll hit you back. And don't think I didn't catch what went down today."

Caught off guard, you tried to play it cool. "Huh? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

Mina's smirk deepened, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Oh, you're clueless, aren't you? It wasn't just me who noticed Gaeul squirming," she teased.

A sense of urgency washed over you as you pleaded with Mina, "Please, keep it to yourself. I'll make it up to all of you, I swear."

Mina relented, her tone laced with amusement. "We won't spill the beans. But the treat we're expecting might not be what you're thinking," she winked, hinting at a tantalizing alternative.

"Whatever you guys desire," you conceded with a grateful smile. "I owe you one, Minari. Anyway, say goodbye to the others and take care, alright?"

With that, you joined Gaeul in the car, eager to resume the journey home. The night air wrapped around you, carrying whispers of shared laughter, treasured memories, and the unspoken promises of limitless love.

[bloodypeachblog]

You got any daddy Sammy Headcanons?

You fucking bet I do!

Sammy Lawrence headcanons

(This is with F!Reader, btw)

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• Sometimes his personality when he was human can show when something doesn't go right or his way or he's just annoyed. He can be a real asshole when he's like that. But if he upsets you, he would apologize later.

• the instance you responded to his 'can I get an amen?' tape with an 'amen', he fell for you almost instantly. He knew that his savior has blessed him with you, you had to be his bride. He waits til you fall asleep and he carries you to his room. You're his now.

• the songs he writes for you? Oh so lovely and romantic. He even plays them on his banjo and sings them for you.

• when he likes you, he can get a bit flustered and tongue-tied at times. When you've been together for a long time, he gets a bit better with that, but his inky heart still flutters when he sees you and hears your voice.

• if you can't sleep, he would sing you a lullaby or tell you a story from his bible (he wrote one where it's basically the christian bible, but Bendy is Jesus) until you fall asleep.

• he lets you join him on his searches for sacrifices and sometimes lets you choose their fates. They'll still die, but you get to choose how they die.

• Total. Drama. Queen. But not in a way that'd make you hate him, more in the way where you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

• guy's mind is stuck in the 1920-1930's, so if you show him something like, an iPhone, or you dress in modern clothing, his brain would probably implode.

• he LOVES listening to you read passages from his bible during sermons. He just marvels your words and pays very close attention. You could see a big smile though his mask.

• the same goes vice versa, he speaks with such energy and dedication and he smiles to himself when he sees you're just so enthralled by his preaching.

• basically when he speaks about you, he's exactly how Gomez Addams talks about Morticia. He ADORES you.

• "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." "To think, Lord Bendy has blessed me with such a beautiful angel such as yourself." "To live without you, only that would be death." "I cannot see, I am blinded by such beauty."

• pet names: Darling, Love, Angel, my little lamb, my sweet, Dear, Dearest.

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• master of seduction. Just, pure incubus skills. His soft voice makes you melt, and he knows it.

• oh he is all for foreplay. He wants his little pet to be ready for him.

• his cock is about 6 inches and pretty thick, but that's thanks to the blessings of the ink.

• *psst!* if he wanted, he could grow two of them to double-penetrate you, but he'll immediately pass out once he cums because it takes twice the energy, so he doesn't do it often.

• he wouldn't exactly whisper dirty words, but the way he phrases things...

• "don't be afraid, it's what our Lord wishes. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would we?" "You're so wet for me, how sweet.." "I'm so blessed that you're mine.." "You're doing so well, love..." "Just relax and let us share this bliss that our Lord has blessed us with." "Perhaps Lord Bendy will bless us with little sheep of our own tonight.."

• kinks? Well...he does like tying you up nice and tight. Can't let the little lamb run off, can he? No, he cannot. He has a praise kink, where he just loves to praise you for being such a good little wife.

• he LOVES to tease you and make you beg for him. The grin and deep chuckle he lets out from hearing your begs will make you melt.

• he'll make sure you cum a few times before he does. You'll be putty in his hands when he's done with you.

• yes, he cuddles you during the afterglow. He also whispers loving words into your ear, making sure you feel loved and cherished, because you are.

[merakiui]

i'm writing a self-indulgent rollo fic and i only intended for it to be something short and simple without any intricate symbolism, but now i'm looking up bible verses regarding obsession and religious imagery and seeing which french sweet i can compare rollo and reader's relationship to......

i'm in deep. T_T my search history is currently: "what does [insert thing here] mean in the context of the bible?" "bible verses about lust" "bible verses about obsession" "moral of cat and mouse in partnership" "types of fillings for stuffed croissants" etc etc orz

[chelseypprimrose]

so guys he did it, i love him so much, i need to get to a UK con next year to thank him in person, on my knees, mouth open, you know the drill 👅👅

[jessamine-rose]

So I recently read this tweet and aaaaaahhh :’>

Note to self:: If I ever write more for Yandere! Pierro x Savior! Darling, I’m quoting that tweet bc it feels so on-brand for his darling~

[buysomecheese]

Y’all ever spend.. 2+ hours consuming fan content for a ship for a show you Refuse to watch?

Anyways Tweek and Craig are so cute together and they love each other

[levisenvy]

Michael having you in the prettiest white lingerie. One that covers just enough but also makes you feel completely exposed. He even gave you a white collar and leash to match. He’ll have you kneeling on the floor in front of a large mirror as he walks around you slowly. Almost like a predator stalking its prey. Once he feels satisfied he’ll lean down behind you holding eye contact the entire time. “You look so lovely tonight little lamb. I can’t wait to break you.”

[waterhashiragiyuu]

[yogorlhilanne]

So like there's times where I want to find a good fanfic for a rarepair i find and obsess over, right?

Most of them are like a 5/10 or sometimes lower until I find that one fanfic that actually represents the rarepair si perfectly and it even includes fluff and smut.

...

I just think ZhongChAeya and KazhuYato is cool

[imthestardust]

NEW FANFICTION - Daryl Dixon

[petersprincesss]

Listening to this song and thinking about being an orderly at the lab and peter is the only person who’s nice to you and the only reason you like it there…

Might have to throw this into a fluffy oneshot. Thoughts?

[marsapolis]

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"i know two things that will make a person sin

the first is a truck driver without pen

and the second thing that will make you faint

is simply the word tain-"

-an old coworker of mine who never failed to steal giggles from me

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im currently reading Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern and its so fun. every review ive seen about it always says something along the lines of "no clue whats happening in it, love the vibes tho" and then they rate it like 10/10. so far yes 100% is so vibey, no clue what ive read so far but ughh!!! i may be doomed to only knowing what a loving relationship is from the outside; i fear one day ill wake up 70 years old in a cold bed with nothing to my name and a heavy, unrelenting addiction to Judge Judy. its such a fun read for the fall too!! it just fits so well with the season! i think the next book i wanna read tho will be some kind of sapphic love story. im tired of straight people! smooches<3

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