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❝ — Hey, would it be weird to have a three-way with your sis and your girlfriend?...                                                 I’m just askin’ for a friend. ❞

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( daphnyx )

❝ ..you think i’m goin’ to let you mooch off me? think again. ❞

❝ — Ugh. Last time, I promise. ❞ Maybe he JUST crossed his fingers behind his back now. ❝ — I’ll pay you back in whatever you’d like, as long as it isn’t super expensive or something like you wanting some alone time. Maybe breakfast in bed for a whole week, huh. How does that sound? ❞ 

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                                     ❝ — Do you want to... ❞

          ❝ — ...kiss? ❞  |  amoralie

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( suerotonin )

At his demand, she averts her gaze from the syringe in her hand to look at her patient. And though he appeared at ease, the frantic look in his eyes tell a different story. “You alright there?” She asks in an endearing tone with a reassuring smile growing on her face. “No need to be hostile. You know, you could tell me if you aren’t comfortable with needles. And if it makes you feel better,” Pausing halfway, she slightly leans sideways to whisper in jest. “If it makes you feel better, you aren’t the only one who’s scared of needles in this room. But that’s a secret, okay?”

❝ — I would tell you I’m not comfortable with ‘em if that was the actual c-case. ❞ Fuck. He stuttered. And his voice cracked. He looked away for a few seconds, biting down on his lower lip. This was the first time in two whole years that he had arrived this far in the checkup. He’d usually just pretend to faint and not wake up for hours, just so he could postpone the damn blood test. Except this time he wouldn’t need to pretend. He was already sweating beads at the idea of seeing his own... red liquid. If that made it sound a little less fatal. ❝ — I feel like I’mma carry that secret to the grave...LITERALLY. ❞, his breathing was already becoming harsher, eyes desperately trying to send her the message that i’m fucking dying right here let’s just skip it and go have a drink to calm my pussy ass.

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( miooj )

“Shit, what didn’t you do?” She mocked the male, giving him a stern look as her arms fold over her chest. She waited a few more seconds, allowing silence to engulf the both of them. But he just really didn’t seem to get it. With raised brows she eventually lifts one of her hands to point at the empty plate that was previously filled with cookies, right next to it her dog Ken, crumbles surrounding the hairy creature and a goofy looking face staring back at the two of them. “Why did you let him eat all the cookies! You could’ve stopped him! Now I’m probably gonna starve to death and go into cookie withdrawal and all that bad stuff.”

❝ — Listen, ❞, he placed a hand over his chest, and oh man that meant business. Chin tilted slightly downwards, eyebrows raised, he called that the if this doesn’t work I’m fucking screwed pose. ❝ — your dog thought I was a pile of bones he had to bury, ❞ a slight shiver coming from him-- because yeah, Saint was some kind of walking skeleton, but really, dogs should be more cautious. Humans have feelings too! ❝ — so for you not to starve to death, then I would have needed to die. And I made the choice, after minutes of weighing the pros and cons... ❞ the boy shrugged, a smug smile covering his face.