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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Stranger Things
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"No, I’m not. If I was, I wouldn’t have bothered to make such a lie in the first place — meaning, I’m not lying! Why, are you in need of some Tony, or…? ”
❝Ha! Don't you think if I wanted to fuck you I would have you pinned against the wall already? I'm typically not the type of guy to beat around the bush. I just enjoy seeing you caught in your own lies. It's cute.❞
Teach Me To Sin
History is first period after lunch, and Rose leans back in her seat and watches as the rest of the students file into the classroom with haggard looks on their faces. Who liked History? Nobody. Well, besides Suanne, but she was an exception. Genius at everything, she was. In Rose’s opinion, having a History lesson straight after lunch was a waste— nobody was going to pay attention, and especially not since the teacher was going to be new. A nudge from her mate Shareen pulls her out of her thoughts, and with a jolt, the blonde realises that he’s here. Young, but not young enough to be a student. “You’re the new History teacher then?” She calls out, resting her elbows on the table as she leans forward. “Bit young.” There’s a hint of disbelief in her tone, and it’s not completely wrong— the school was full of older teachers who were, to put it plainly, boring.
Starting a new job in the middle of a semester really didn't seem like that smart of a idea, but the reasonings behind such a decision were really out of his hand. Firstly, he had to visit a sick relative out of state than the old history teacher just quit due to stress. So, hopefully the bundle of teenagers won't be too much for him to handle. Entering the classroom about five or so minutes after the bell rang Damon got a quick glance of all the faces that he wouldn't have to memorize within the next few months. Not just their participation during class but also their personalities. This surely should be interesting. Damon didn't say anything at first, he just offered the class a genuine smile before turning his back to them to write his name upon the black board. "Yes," Damon finally spoke out once his name was written in full, turning to face the class once more. "I am your new History teacher. My name is Mr. Salvatore. Now, just because I'm beautiful I want you guys to treat me just like any other teacher all right?" He was joking of course, he didn't really picture himself as beautiful. He just believed that to have a healthy, and well developed environment, you need to set up a free flowing space among yourself and your peers. A smile graced over his lips as he took one finally talie over all the eyes staring back at him before craning his head down to glance at the sheet of paper in front of him to begin roll call.
A wicked grin spread across Elena’s lips. The whole point of the costume was to keep his mind off of how sick he felt. If there was anything that the young doppelganger was, it was motherly. It was like it was embedded in her very blood to take care of the people that she loved, Damon being at the very top of the list. She pushed the box of kleenex off the table, bending down to pick it, making sure to arch her hips to accentuate her derriere. Glancing over her shoulder as she picked the box up, she glided her hand up his arm, winking at him. ❝I’m sorry—— I seemed to have left my medical bag by the door ———I better take your pulse, make sure that your heart isn’t racing too quickly. I’m here to heal you, not further add to your ailments.❞
A satisfied groan soon lept off dry and chapped lips as his fingers coiled around the red satin sheet the moment she bent over and her bum was exposed in a little more detail. It wasn't as if he wasn't gracious for her help; he was. He was only thinking of her well being. Suddenly trying to calm his raging testosterone Damon pushed himself into a sitting position, still keeping his eyes fixated on Elena as he fluffed out the blankets to try his best to hide his ever growing boner.
❝I don't think being horny and sick is a good combination, Elena. Why must you tease me like this?❞
"My butt kind of hurts,"
"No, it’s not what you think."
❝God, you're a terrible liar.❞
A true relationship is two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other.
[ Stiles smiled, looking at Damon. A bath. The man wanted a bath and he definitely wouldn’t mind that. Being in Damon’s arms, and laying his body against the vampire’s. He took off his hoodie and dropped it on the ground, and once he entered the bathroom he took his shirt off as well. ]
❝You’re going to clean me up or something,❞ the boy chuckled. He removed his jeans and all he had left was his boxers.
[ As Damon headed towards his bathroom he began to mindlessly peel off what little clothing he had on. First was his trademark leather jacket. It slipped from his shoulders, hooked onto his hand and was tossed onto his bed -- just to make sure it won't get too dirty. Upon entering the bathroom Damon also had removed his shirt, now revealing his well chiseled abs to Stiles. ] ❝Oh I have a lot more planned than that, but before we clean you up we must get you dirty, come here.❞ Damon pressed his back against the cool tile, ushering Stiles forward with a single finger.
"Oh they will hold you long enough for me to run…..I could just pour more vervain if you would like me to..Oh it would hurt like hell…wouldn’t it." He sat back, watching a smirk played on his face as he watched entertained by the angry vampire.
❝Than run you pussy, that's what cowards like you are known for best.❞ Pulling at the chains that bound him Damon slowly began to tilt his head up to make quick, but determined, eye contact with the other. ❝You can try to run and hide but I will find you and when I do I'll make sure your last few hours are a living hell. Now---- let me go!❞
Do you blame Stefan for your mother's death?
Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer yes or no.
❝——————No.❞
Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.
Yes you do deserve 200
thank you, creeveyluv, but i’m at 300 now annd they are all perf
❝These chains can't hold me forever.. When I get free I'm coming after you to rip your head from your fucking shoulders. Pray to your God while you can.❞
”You think you’re really funny but you’re not.”
Tatum has a mentality of a three year old.
❝What makes you think I was trying to be funny? I know woman your age normally have a heavy flow, I was just trying to be helpful.❞
[ He wanted his first time to be with Damon. Of course it would be him who would take his virginity, so why wait the inevitable. Stiles looked at Damon and nodded. He was sure of it. ]
❝I’m sure.❞ the boy whispered as he looked at Damon. He wanted this, and he was going to have it. And he would want to remember it. After they both confessed their feelings, the boy gave the vampire his virginity as well. ❝I love you and I want it.❞
[ Damon nodded, if that was Stiles wished than Damon would gladly grant it. After all, it was a rare occurrence when Damon actually turned down the opportunity to have sex. Slowly Damon pushed himself off the wall he was guarding Stiles against and took a couple steps back -- keeping his eyes locked on his boyfriend the entire time. ] ❝Fine, I'll take your virginity, but first I want us to take a bath together. Start taking off your clothes and follow me.❞ A flirtatious grin appeared as Damon swayed his body back and away from Stiles and head into the bathroom to prepare it.
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imagine your OTP taking a bubble bath together
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