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When she bites off more than she can chew -again - and chokes...losing will have consequences...
Apartment wrestling part 5...
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a greater woman stays cool but I howl like a wolf at the moon
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The extreme version, bless the Japanese
Camel Clutch
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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
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I was today years old when I learned that when you type "otp: true" in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
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You just broke Wednesday's brain.
The black and white stripes on the sweater you stole made for an apt mirror of her juxtaposing thoughts. The half of her affronted and the half of her in awe.
"What are you wearing?"
The intensity in her dark eyes would make most people shrivel, it didn't even stop you from breaking into a grin.
"A sweater."
She recognised the 'sing-song' nature of your tone. You were teasing her.
She hated when you did that, or at least she hated her total inability to reprimand you for doing it.
"I can see that, but don't you have any of your own you could be wearing?" Her voice wavered, and just like the heat blooming across her face, she couldn't tell if it was because she was frustrated or flustered.
"I do, but sweaters are so much better when they belong to someone else."
Her eyebrows creased. A rebuttal formed in her mind then faded as you added,
"Seriously. You should take one of mine some time."
Her stomach flipped.
'Butterflies' was what you had called the sensation when she described it to you in a panic after your first kiss.
Apparently, the little pests hadn't died yet.
"Pass." The word was harder to force out than she'd like to admit.
As if she'd even be caught dead in one of your entirely too colorful sweaters... No matter how soft they were, or how delicately your scent lingered on them.
Or how much she'd love to see you even a fraction as enamored as she felt right then.
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fun fact: Boston Museum of Science calls their evening lecture series “SubSpace”, which would be a totally innocuous math term except for the fact that, to make sure you know these lectures are higher-level and not aimed at their usual audience (kids), they chose to subtitle it “SubSpace: Adult Experiences”
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That is a fantastic idea!
What a set-up! Does she clamp those thighs shut like a steel trap? Does she drop to her knees? Does she do something even more diabolical??? You can see those terrified questions in the eyes of the girl beneath her as they erode her will to fight, to resist... Lovely work by TheEarnestP on pixiv.net
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