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SAMI KHAN, charity. & i still remember what you tasted like. it was nothing poetic. you didn't taste like l o v e. it was more the bittersweetness of EVERY bad thought i've ever had.

[catastrcphies]

      “It’s whatever. I’m not going to freak out because you were staring, even if it is a bit rude. Haven’t you been taught proper manners?”

[stfusamii-blog]

❝     i didn’t mean to be rude, SIR. i, uh — PROPER manners ? i suppose i haven’t, no.   ❞

[stfusamii-blog]

uhaurora:

oh.. uh.. no.. i was staring at you mostly… sorry.

❝   you WERE ? i mean  —  don’t worry about it, love. can i ask why you sound so nervous, though ?   ❞

[stfusamii-blog]

❝     shit, m'sorry — i was STARING, wasn't i ?   ❞

[babygeorgie-blog1]

‘Not trying to be forward or anything but someone should help me break in the kink room.’

‘ i don’t know –– i’d say that’s kind of forward. ’

[stfusamii-blog]

hey hey ya’ll, it’s aj here to quickly say i can’t get on until very late tonight, much apology ! but i’m just gonna leave some info about sami bc why not

ok sami is kinda shy but he can be cocky and jokey if he feels more comfortable which wont take him too long yay

he’s a lil uncertain of his sexuality bc he knows he likes men ( which he’s always hidden bc of his family’s views, as being muslim makes it kinda hard to be open about it u feel ) but he’s never been with a woman so he’s v curious about that

he’s so loving and he will try to befriend everyone so pls feel free to reject him n be mean to him bc angst is good

he’s versatile sexually so top or bottom is gd, but he does like domination more so he can be choked so  ¯ \_(ツ)_/¯

he likes being denied orgasms and having to beg, be humiliated n generally be talked down to ya

i mean that’s all i can think of rn ? but pls feel free to come into my messages n plot with me im so thirsty

[akhyrathewitch]

I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,

505, Arctic Monkeys (via akeyraww)

[ramimalekonline]

[wnq-writers]

I still remember what you tasted like, it was nothing poetic, and you didn’t taste like love; it was more like the bittersweetness of every bad thought I’ve ever had.

Rawand A.A.  (via wnq-writers)