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ORAL FIXATION - gojo satoru !
SYNOPSIS : ❝ gojo teaches his bestfriend’s sister some tongue technology. ❞
FEATURING : bestfriend’s brother! gojo satoru x fem! reader
CONTENT WARNING : minors do not interact, fem! reader, virgin killer! gojo kinda?? age gap ꒰ gojo is 30 reader is 20 ꒱ a little bit of mean dom! gojo [ he loves to tease ] gojo has a tongue piercing and i’m not sorry about it, gojo has tattoos, cunninlingus, squirting, fingering, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ sweet girl, angel, slut ꒱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : hiii, this is a re-upload for my friendship is magic series. as always, enjoy and reblogs n interactions are loved and appreciated <33. WORD COUNT : 3.9K!!!
GOJO SATORU loved the beach.
the sound of the sea singing a song with its waves is one of a kind. it was soothing, delicate, and tranquil, like the sand beneath his toes. it was the ideal location for just about anything, whether it was a party, a get-away, or even a place to clear his mind— he adored it even with all of the drawbacks: the fishy smell, the scorching sun, and the various trash and plastic waste littering the sand—it was worth it. gojo was indeed capable of overlooking minor annoyances. besides, thanks to you, he had grown to appreciate the sticky sunblock covering his porcelain skin.
the pretty woman reclining in a pink beach chair next to him. you were leaned back, your legs crossed with a book in your hands, drowning out the sounds of the world around you. your hair was pulled toward the back, a baby blue swimsuit hugged your curves, and the sun shone brightly on you.
and you looked absolutely gorgeous.
gojo realizes he’s been staring at you for a little too long when he hears your small voice say, "see something you like?" and smirks in return. your teasing tone of voice only prolonged his fixed gaze. you knew what you were doing.
“you really wanna’ flirt with me while your brother is sleeping just inches away?” you stare back at him, looking at yourself through the reflection of those infamous, black sunglasses, “what are you going on about anyway?”
you shrug your shoulders and return to your book. satoru snorts at your carelessness. he didn't think traveling with his best friend on a family vacation would be difficult, but you seemed to have no trouble disproving him. you’d been acting out since the start of your seven-day retreat: flirting nonstop, embracing him a lot more than usual, and strutting around in these tiny skirts and dresses like a devious little minx.
he was well aware of your crush on him; it was obvious. not to mention the numerous times he's overheard you telling your little friends how 'cute' he was. he presumed that as you grew older, it would only be a matter of time before you began to act on your feelings.
“you’re playing a dangerous game here, yn.”
you twirl the gum in your mouth around your finger while lowering your glasses to look at him, “aww, poor satoru. would you like to forfeit?" you taunt while batting your lashes flirtatiously. you interpret his silence as agitation and decide to lay off, despite how it was entertaining it was to mess with him.
he was driven mad by you, despite his playboy persona. in a matter of a wink or two, he was willing to give it all up. sometimes you wondered why he hadn't made a move on you already. regardless of you being ‘off limits’ you would assume he’d catch on to your antics by now.
“why fight it, gojo?” you ask, piqued with curiosity, “is all the frustration worth the effort?” he chuckles lightheartedly in response. this small front you were maintaining could only be kept up for so long. he could tell by the way your body tensed up at the first hint of his attention that you were more bark than bite.
sounds like you both had a little crush— and satoru was determined to get you to admit that.
whether or not this situation was forbidden, he found himself wanting to see you as more than just his bestfriend’s annoying little sister. he’s seen the best of you, and the worst— but he loved every part of it. his attraction to you was becoming harder and harder to balance in secrecy— “you talk a lot of shit for a virgin,” satoru begins suddenly, “you’re a tease too, but i think you like the chase a lot more. you’ve just never been caught before, huh?”
you lie, “i don’t know what you mean,” and he nearly scoffs, “and i’m not a virgin by the way.” your attempt at being naive wasn’t your best performance, he saw right through you.
“oh i think you know. and are you sure? i can recall you leaving someone with blue balls the first time you tried. said he smelled bad, remember?”
yeah, you remember. it was quite literally one of the worst nights of your life.
“i don’t like liars, baby.” he glides his tongue across his top row of teeth, a piece of metal from the middle poking from his lips as he gets closer to your face, “but i’ll tell you what,” he continues, “why don’t you knock on my door later and show me what you’ve got? i know i may be scary, but i don’t bite— most of the time.”
his proposal sounded more like a step by step tutorial on how to embarrass yourself, but you weren’t the type to refuse a challenge. if you had to fake it till you make it, that’s exactly what you’ll do.
“fine. whatever. and handle that little friend of yours in your pants, it’s noticeable.” gojo peers down at the hard cock that poked through his swim trunks, smiling a bit when he catches you staring too.
“‘ little’ is much of an understatement. you’ll figure that out later on though, won’t you sweetheart?” the sound of geto’s heavy footsteps shuffling on the sand stops him from toying with you any further. he moves closer and motions for satoru to join him while holding a football in his hand.
“what are you two talking about?” he asks, juggling the football in his calloused hands. you abruptly shake your head from side to side, “just books,” you utter, smiling innocently up at his tall stance.
“lame. well then, you should be thanking the gods above that i’ve come to your rescue, huh satoru?” he jokes and satoru stays silent, his gaze still fixed on you as the conversation you just had rummages through the tabs in his mind.
“yeah, guess i should..”
geto gives him an odd look, but quickly ignores the awkward tension to begin their game of catch. you watch as the two boys vanish into the distance while wondering how the hell you were going to escape this one.
evening comes quickly, with only the pale moonlight illuminating the dark night sky, you were finally ready to take on the challenge that was: gojo satoru. as you stood in front of your mirror adjusting your shirt and adding finishing touches to your flawless makeup, you prepare for the night ahead of you— but when it came time to use your room key to lock your beloved humble abode, you couldn’t help but to worry. the chances of getting away with this were slim, but when would you ever get another opportunity like this?
for crying out loud, he was gojo—a person you've been drooling over for years. even if you wanted to express your feelings openly, you weren't in a position to do so. he was your brother’s best friend— practically family to everyone other than you. the desire ran deep, but the last thing you needed was to come out like a desperate fool.
as you approach his room with a full head, anxieties and numerous ‘what if’s’ begin running circles around your mind. you raise your hand to lightly kick against the wood after sending him a quick text telling him that you were there.
a creaking sound of the door opening in front of you drowns out your thoughts as a shirtless satoru stands before you. his chiseled abs did your panties no justice— just like the small cross tattoo carved into his v-line.
when did he get that?
“see something you like?”
you roll your eyes as he mocks your words from earlier, “i guess the tattoo is cool," you shrug. gojo chuckles and moves aside, creating a gap for you to squeeze through. like promised, you discover that your brother is nowhere to be found as you scan the room.
"you look cute. dress up this nice for little ole’ me?” satoru takes a seat for himself on the crimson love seat and motions for you to join him. you do— after neatly putting your shoes by the walkway, you plop down next to him, deliberately making your thigh brush his own.
“don’t get too cocky. you’re not special.” you’re careful to mumble that last part quietly. you didn’t want to get to ahead of yourself— but if we were being honest, you were far past that point by now, because here you were: sitting next to a guy who you’ve wanted to pursue for so long. it was almost surreal, especially since you were about to partake in something so personal, so intimate.
“and what would i be cocky for? i asked you to join me tonight and you did. i must be doing something right, don’t you think, yn?” he tilts his head to the side and quirks a slick smile— it spread across his lips so easily, not even realizing how how much it’s making your stomach churn.
“why would i turn down a good time?”
ah, testing your limits— but still managing to keep it flirty. smart girl.
gojo uses your response as an opportunity to move a little bit closer to you. just enough room is left between your bodies so that his arm doesn't quite touch the back of your neck, yet he’s still so close. you almost believed he could smell your nerves like this— more like predator and prey.
“a good time, huh? think i’m some kind of professional?”
“could be. why else would you invite me here?” you ask. gojo soon detected that each of your inquiries were intended to stall the conversation; as a result, he decides to surprise you by asking, "why are we avoiding our wants?"
“i should be asking you that. i was waiting for you to make a mov—“
you’re taken aback when satoru plants a sweet smooch on your lips. they gently touch, but it’s enough to make you grab him by the necklace and pull him closer. his lips were incredibly soft and smooth, almost like a feather skimming across your mouth with each peck as his hands squeeze and caress your exposed thigh here and there. it was sweet, and everything began slowly, with your lips moving in unison against each other, exchanging a series of moans and groans.
“i’m sorry, but i had to shut you up somehow," he says in between breaths. he guides the pace of the kiss in slow motion, taking his sweet time tasting the mango flavored lip gloss you smeared on them beforehand. “you just looked so fucking pretty," he exhales, his chest heaving up and down with excitement.
“well then, don’t stop.”
you didn't have to tell him twice. this time, he attacks your jaw with pressure, “you feel really good, gojo," you moan, throwing your head back as he begins to bite and bruise your neck.
“yeah? im glad you think so, but i think i can make you feel way better, angel.”
as you feel his hand reaching for your waistband, the butterflies in your stomach flutter faster than before. but it was that exact gesture that jolted you to your senses, “gojo you can't. you know geto would actually kill you—” you object, but a small laugh escapes his lips and silences you.
“baby, i’m thirty, and i make my own damn decisions,” he interjects, “and it seems that you feel the same. you don’t think i can feel how wet that pussy is when it’s rubbing up against my thigh like that?”
he wasn't mistaken. you were certain that there was a damp spot on the inside of your underwear just from kissing. it was almost embarrassing, how quickly he’d gotten you there— but how couldn’t you when he was touching and talking to you like this.
"what if geto comes back before we finish? he’ll tell my parents, and you know how strict they are—" your rambling is interrupted by faint kisses to your cheekbone. gojo presses his knee against your cunt even more firmly and licks a long stripe up your neck—
“well i guess we’ll just have to try our luck, hm? now, what’s with all the running, sweet girl? just let me pet this pretty pussy why don’t ya?”
it only takes a simple ‘yes’ for him to scoop you up and carry you to the larger couch. he wastes no time peeling off your shorts slowly, leaving you in just your underwear. with each exhale, you could feel the air leave his nostrils as his face drew closer to the heat of your pussy. gojo briefly pauses to inhale your scent, the aroma immediately sending a wave of euphoria through his chest. he could feel his cock begin to rise all over again just from the smell of you alone.
“i wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell,” he states, “i think it’s time we find out, yeah?” he runs his thumb across the band of your underwear line, fingertips tickling your hips and eyes sparkling at the sight of you.
“fuck, please—gojo.”
he laughs, “now it’s please? just a moment ago you were chickening out on me. i think you should just come out and tell me what you really want.”
“don’t be a dick.”
as you begin to watch him peel your panties off, your hips wiggle from side to side to help shimmy away the fabric completely, your moans coming out as a light sigh. he maintains eye contact while doing so, making you far more nervous than before. you grab a hold of his wrist to pause his actions, “i’ve never done this!” you exclaim, and gojo gives you that sexy chuckle of his. as he places a gentle kiss on your calf, then toward your inner thighs, your face scrunching in embarrassment.
“you don’t think i knew that already? look at how responsive you are, baby.” he says this as he lightly glides his index finger over your swollen clit, flicking upward at the small bud before casting a bright grin at your whimpers, “i also know that virgins get wet so easily. i could do it again and you’d probably cum all over my hand, but that’s okay. make a mess. i don’t mind getting a little dirty.”
he kisses his way up your thigh, then looks you in the eyes as his mouth reaches your cunt. gojo began with a small peck to your clit, but hearing you wince and lift your shirt to better see him made him want to devour you right then and there.
“what if i touched you right here?” he uses his thumb and index to roll your bud between his fingers, the slight pressure making your body flinch, “would you cum for me?”
“y-yes. feel’s s-so good.”
“or, hm, what if I did this?” he lays his head against your thigh and begins to suck on your clit with sleepy eyes. “gojo, oh my god—” you cry in delight, raking your fingers through his snow-white hair. you didn't expect him to go to such lengths when he said he could make you feel even better. because of your sensitivity, even the smallest action would have pushed you over the edge.
"oh my, look at how you're trembling. that’s how good my tongue feels, huh?” he mocks you by licking a long stripe against your pussy with the flat of his tongue. the cool metal of his tongue jewelry flicked at your clit, making you shiver. he swirled and twisted his tongue around you as if he were licking on a lollipop— just eating you completely up.
“you taste so fucking good.”
gojo closes eyes and the smacking sound of your cunt was followed by grunts and whimpers of contentment coming from his chest. you could almost compare gojo’s audible reactions to those of someone discovering candy for the first time: disoriented and blinded by its sweetness.
truth is, satoru was completely infatuated by you. he was biting, sucking, and slobbering on your inner thighs and folds, leaving love bites and saliva trails in his wake. every moan you let out seemed to humor him, dark chuckles falling from his lips leaving a vibration to rattle through your core. he tried his hardest to keep it under control, but you were just too adorable to ignore.
“gojo—fuck, m-my stomach feels weird.”
you’ve had many orgasms from simply masturbating before, but something about this one seemed overpowering. there was a strong pressure on your lower tummy, almost as if you needed to go to the bathroom.
you begin to worry, hoping that the amount of pleasure to your sensitive pussy wouldn’t cause you to let out the wrong kind of release, but gojo quickly swats your anxiety away when he intertwined his hands with yours, “don’t worry, my love. it’s totally natural. you’re about to squirt for me, baby,” he mumbles it so casually and your eyes widen.
you can briefly remember seeing people do it porn, but you’d never done that before, let alone had someone else drive you to it. as weird as it was, there was something making you want to feel that bubble burst.
“can i take you there? please? i want it so bad, sweetheart— just give it all to me.”
his lovely words paired with his tongue were already plenty, but when gojo’s finger accidently brushes past your hole, the moan from your lips becomes louder than intended. gojo picks up on this, giggling a little as he detects your reaction to his mistake. he takes a break from licking to look up at you. you could clearly see his handsomely sculpted features sitting between your thighs right now.
his blue eyes were so intensely lighted by the fluorescent lighting that they could look right through you. his swelled lips were gushing saliva, and your heated slick was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like something straight out of a dream.
“oh? did you like that? don’t tell me i turned you into a greedy slut.” you were aroused more than you should have been by the degrading name, but you weren't one to complain. you eagerly nod your head up and down, whining a small, “mmmn— yes! i'm all yours,” as you move your hips toward his face, hoping he'll resume eating.
“hah, looks like someone wants to cum.”
you were dazed by this point. you were so eager to cum that you were willing to let anything get you there, and fortunately for you, gojo was more than willing to assist.
despite his desire to savor his meal, he succumbed to greed as well. allowing im to stick his finger in was just going to drive him insane. you could only imagine what he'd do if he was fucking you right now, because the sounds of your breathy moans were nearly enough to get him high.
he asks, “you ready?” as you watch him spit on his fingers before teasing your entry with his middle finger. you whimper, “y-yes,” and tighten your hold on your thighs, raising your legs in an effort to spread them wider for him.
gojo circles your hole before inserting only the tip of his finger. “you’re doing good, baby,” he says slowly, watching your every move and expression, wanting to make this as painless as possible for you. “how does it feel?"
“i-i feel good," you could only flutter your eyelashes as he moved his finger in and out of you, the creamy sounds of your warm slick staining his fingers being the only thing you could hear between you two.
your gaze is drawn to the veins protruding from his arm, which were brightening the inked patchwork he'd gotten all those years ago. when you turn to endure him, his gaze is already fixed on you, a grin on his face that was more determined than deviant, almost as if he was eager to finally make you unravel.
“toruuu! shit! that feels s-so—,” your hoarse voice tries to scream, but when he picks up the pace, you're officially silenced. he observes your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his finger flicks upward. your heat's squelching wetness easily tells him everything he needs to know, “you want more? it seems like this pussy does,” he chuckles. you were so close. he just needed to find that perfect spot.
he knew one finger would suffice, but he wanted to see you corrupt. he briefly teases his ring finger, which ironically had the mood ring you’d found and given to him a few days ago. you must not have noticed due to the sensations clouding your brain.
you feel this— the second finger, and you whine at it. you wanted more, so much more, “put it in! p-please, please.”you cry. you weren’t even concerned about the burn of the stretch. you just wanted him so badly, your lust was overruling your worry.
“relax for me. it’s just us, okay? it’s only us,” he reassures while slowly entering in that second finger. the words he was mumbling surely did sooth some of the pain, your mind paying more attention to the sound of his voice rather than the burning stretch between your legs.
“look at how easily you take me. wrapping around my fingers like this— you’re so beautiful.”
you were in a frenzy as you watched his fingers tap at the same spot over and over. for reasons you couldn't fathom, he was drawing you in closer and closer.
your stomach bubble reappears, but this time it appears to be about to burst: “toruuu —‘s too much,” as you groan and struggle to get the words out, he sticks his fingers in and out of your pussy. at this point, you begin to try to break free from his grip. maintaining he pressure on your abdomen was becoming increasingly difficult. "t-toru, baby, slow down!” a prickling sensation tapped against your womb, begging you to just let go.
“what was that? this pussy’s talkin’ over you— you have to speak up, love.”
the animalistic groan from your lips propels him to go faster and you cry out, “satoru! f-fuuuck, i’m gonna’ cum!” he seizes the opportunity to hover over you while pressing down on your lower belly, “cum for me, baby,” he groans, and your orgasm becomes more abrupt and violent as you begin to spurt droplets of fluids from your pussy.
gojo continues to finger fuck you until you're wetting up his arm and the couch beneath you, hollering out broken whimpers and releasing crystalline tears from your eyes. to calm you, he immediately takes his fingers and rubs light circles on your clit.
“you did so well,” he mutters as you sway his hand away from your poor, sensitive pussy, using your force to bring his face down for a kiss, your eyes blinking shut as you feel him scoop you into his arms bridal style.
eventually, satoru escorts you back to your room after cleaning you up and allowing you to shower for about thirty or so minutes, that way, you could finally lie down and relax, safe and sound after one hell of a night.
it wasn’t long after before your brother returned from his night out. he enters the room with a confused look on his face as he sees satoru cleaning up what looked like a wet patch on the chic furniture, “why’s the couch wet?” geto asks, sliding his shoes off his feet as he makes his way toward the kitchen.
“i had a girl over.”
satoru’s response sent a shockwave through his chest, “you? a girl? no way. who?” he bites into his sandwich and rushes to a seat near his best friend, excited for the details.
“i don’t kiss and tell.”
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐉𝐏 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?
𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜.
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞:
𝐇 𝐨𝐫 𝐡: 𝖠 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖧 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈,” 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖫𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾.”
𝐎𝐓𝐓: 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 “𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉.” 𝖱𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧’𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌.
𝐉/𝐏: “𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌/𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾.” 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖮𝖳𝖳 𝖧.
𝐎𝐌𝐃/𝐎𝐖𝐃: “𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖾𝗇 𝖣����𝖺𝗆𝖺” 𝗈𝗋 “𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺.” 𝖮𝖬𝖣 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍/𝖾𝗑-𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁’𝗌. 𝖮𝖶𝖣 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.
𝐑𝐇: “𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆,” 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
𝐌𝐅𝐌/𝐌𝐌𝐅 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖬 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖥’𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭!
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𝐎𝐨𝐟. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢: 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨: 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲.
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𝚎𝚣𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊 ↱ 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ oscar isaac ✦
𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚗 ↱ 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ hunter schafer
𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣 ↱ 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ barbie ferreira
𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 ↱ 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ maude apatow
𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚑 ↱ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ emma greenwell
𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚢 ↱ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ oscar isaac
𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 ↱ 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 / 𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 ↵ lili reinhart
𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛 ↱ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ finn wolfhard
𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 ↱ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ zackary arthur ✦
𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 ↱ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ↵ charlie heaton
𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 ↱ 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ↵ brian tyree henry
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗 ↱ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 ↵ jasmine savoy
𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚌𝚑 ↱ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 ↵ liana liberato
𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚌𝚑 ↱ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 ↵ jack quaid
𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚘𝚗 ↱ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 ↵ michele morrone ✦
𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚔𝚒𝚗 ↱ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 ↵ zazie beetz ✦
𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚗 ↱ 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 ↵ diana silvers
𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 ↱ 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 ↵ adria arjona
𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 ↱ 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 ↵ can yaman
𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 ↱ 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 ↵ jashaun st. john
𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚣 ↱ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 ↵ rayssa bratillieri
𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 ↱ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 ↵ giuseppe maggio
𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 ↱ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ↵ one piece
𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 ↱ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ↵ one piece
𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚍 . 𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 ↱ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ↵ one piece
✦ : original character .
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niksnarration asked : ♢: Listening to your muse read an erotic novel to my muse *snorts* for Eleanor and Margaret
Select from the following for my muse to respond to… / @niksnarration -- accepting
𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬, life on the run was everything but freeing and exhilarating. It wore someone down by the day’s end and between the sun’s rise and the sun’s fall, it left many opportunities for boredom. Between using the pages of the paperback books Eleanor brought with her for fire kindling, it was common for her to spend a little money on the cheapest book in a general store to keep her time occupied, but there were rare occurrences like this one where a book was left open in the wild. Stored away in the cupboard of a bedside table, left behind on a bench, discarded. These few instances made them lucky for a moment and it erased whatever boredom was on their mind by prying through the forgotten book.
Eleanor eyed her travel companion in the moon’s glow and in the dim light of the lantern tucked away by her side. The flame inside was dying, but it seemed to be enough light for Margaret to read in the darkness. All she could see was her fingers wrapped around the cover of the leather-bound book and the way Margaret’s eyes shone in the light, drawing Eleanor’s own interest. Her smile looked almost mischievous as she read on to her attentive listener.
The vivid imagery was noted in Eleanor’s mind. She usually could pluck some inspiration from another author’s work whenever she read, whether it would be their pacing, their talent for storytelling, or their prose and realistic characters, she found some positivity in the creative art of writing, but this particular author seemed to like weaving bold imagery within their prose to tell a story. She was focused on this fact, trying her hardest to envision the author’s details that when Margaret read aloud a suggestive line, she reined back her day dream as she blushed and thought maybe it was her that was imagining all of this very wrong. The author surely didn’t just write what she just thought, right?
While Eleanor knew that art often touched on taboo subjects, sometimes of the suggestive category, there was always a part of her that cringed and flushed when she was presented with these topics. This was apparent as Margret read aloud, making her blush brighten along her cheeks and for her body to grow tense as if she wished to curl in on herself at the way her own body wanted to hear more and more of this. To practice restraint, she pulled her knees closer to her chest and her grip deepened along the top of her shoes where her hands rested. She cleared her throat and a small, but embarrassed smile crept along her lips. There have been different… developments between them as of late, but she always found herself fearing that she was going too far. Perhaps this guilt resurfaced because it was Eleanor who found this book, not Margaret. This passage did touch upon two women in similar circumstances as they were.
Finally, she found something to say when Margaret paused in her reading, even in her flushed state. She managed to keep her voice even, if a bit breathy in places.
❝ That’s… quite a book. ❞ She found herself giggling after her reply.
#asks#niksnarration#( the inner lesbian screaming continues lmao )#// suggestive#( tho not really? )#( but thank you for sending this in! )#( 𝑨 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 ; asks (( Eleanor ))#( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Eleanor )#eleanor x margaret
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𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞
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𝙜𝙪𝙚 never released before. (Originally released November 25, 2018)
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2UqfjYL
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3zHfmj5
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/3xyJU4s
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/3j69fPc
𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
Ryder Rossi dropped out of life. He came back from the war a broken and angry man. They gave him a Purple Heart, but it sits in the bottom of an old chest his dad gave him years ago.
He doesn’t feel like a hero. Hell, he doesn’t even feel like a man. Honorable Discharge was what he got after losing a leg to a landmine.
Hawk from the Insurgents MC has been his best buddy since Ryder came back to Pinewood Springs. The ruggedly good-looking biker used to be an Insurgent but he gave that up a long time ago along with everything else.
All he wants is to ride his Harley and be left alone.
When Savannah Carlton and her young son, Timmy, homestead on Ryder’s property, he sees red. It doesn’t matter that the pretty blonde pushes some buttons in him that haven’t been in use for quite a while. He doesn’t want her near him, and her son reminds him of the son he’s been forced to forget.
Savannah is running away from her ex-husband’s family who wants Timmy. Her beat-up RV died on Ryder’s property, and even though the surly biker tells her to leave, she sees kindness behind his anger. She finds herself making excuses to talk to him, but she doesn’t want to fall for Ryder. Her life is screwed up enough, and the last thing she needs is a high maintenance biker.
Can two mismatched, lonely people find the Christmas light in their darkened lives and open their hearts to a second chance romance?
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐂 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲/𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐄𝐀. 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖.
#ChristmasWishReRelease#ChristmasWishChiahWilder#Amazon#KindleUnlimited#Epilogue#NewContent#ChristmasRomance#MustRead#ChiahWilderAuthor#EnticingJourney#BlackFriday#BonusEpilogue
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🎄 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡: 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 by Chiah Wilder is re-releasing with a #𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨 𝙀𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙤
𝙜𝙪𝙚 never released before. (Originally released November 25, 2018)
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2UqfjYL
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3zHfmj5
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/3xyJU4s
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/3j69fPc
𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
Ryder Rossi dropped out of life. He came back from the war a broken and angry man. They gave him a Purple Heart, but it sits in the bottom of an old chest his dad gave him years ago.
He doesn’t feel like a hero. Hell, he doesn’t even feel like a man. Honorable Discharge was what he got after losing a leg to a landmine.
Hawk from the Insurgents MC has been his best buddy since Ryder came back to Pinewood Springs. The ruggedly good-looking biker used to be an Insurgent but he gave that up a long time ago along with everything else.
All he wants is to ride his Harley and be left alone.
When Savannah Carlton and her young son, Timmy, homestead on Ryder’s property, he sees red. It doesn’t matter that the pretty blonde pushes some buttons in him that haven’t been in use for quite a while. He doesn’t want her near him, and her son reminds him of the son he’s been forced to forget.
Savannah is running away from her ex-husband’s family who wants Timmy. Her beat-up RV died on Ryder’s property, and even though the surly biker tells her to leave, she sees kindness behind his anger. She finds herself making excuses to talk to him, but she doesn’t want to fall for Ryder. Her life is screwed up enough, and the last thing she needs is a high maintenance biker.
Can two mismatched, lonely people find the Christmas light in their darkened lives and open their hearts to a second chance romance?
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐂 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲/𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐄𝐀. 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖.
#ChristmasWishReRelease#ChristmasWishChiahWilder#Amazon#KindleUnlimited#Epilogue#NewContent#ChristmasRomance#MustRead#ChiahWilderAuthor#EnticingJourney#BlackFriday#BonusEpilogue
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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 - toji fushiguro
· ₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS — toji knows just how to get back at your ex.
「❀」 pairing : toji fushiguro x black fem! reader
「❀」 content warning : minors do not interact ! dad’s bestfriend toji, age gap ꒰ toji is forty and reader is in her late twenties ꒱ missionary, fingering, use of the word bitch - during sex - just once, use of pet names such as ꒰ sweetheart, pretty, slut ꒱
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「❀」 author’s note : hiii !!! here’s me re-uploading this edited version of tastiest revenge - apart of my friendship is magic series - bc tumblr took it down the first time :/ i wanted to put out the gojo fic first but due to school starting, i realized how busy i’ve become :0 please enjoy & interactions n reblogs are always loved <33
you were taken aback when toji answered your call. not only was the time 10:56 PM, but it was also the middle of the week. you ought to been fast asleep in your apartment by now, getting a good night's rest for whatever the world had in store for you tomorrow. but, alas, you were slouching on toji fushiguro's porch, your clothes drenched from the light rain and your makeup smeared from all the tears you'd let fall down your pretty face.
toji stands up from his recliner and looks around before hurriedly opening the door. his heart nearly bursts from your change in vigor. the hesitant, kindhearted disposition you always possessed seems to have been lost just about now; you have a slight pout on your face and stare up at him with imploring eyes.
he swiftly draws you into the warmth of his chest and shut the door behind him without you having to speak another word. his contact causes your body to tremble, and the rumble from his chest doesn't do you credit. all you could hear was him repeatedly mumbling phrases like ‘speak to me’ and ‘i’m right here.’
he allows you a brief minute to collect your thoughts as your nose started to run due to all the sniffling you'd been doing. as he goes into the kitchen, you take a seat on one of the three cushions, letting your head rest against the seat. toji could be seen pouring tea into a lovely glass mug out of the corner of your tearful eyes.
“you wanna’ tell me what brings you here?” he asks, settling into the couch and leaving you both with just enough space. you were completely silent. that bubbly, talkative spirit you usually had was much more comforting compared to the silence he was experiencing right now. you looked completely drained— almost as if someone had completely stripped you from your joy.
“im sorry, toji. i didn’t mean to impose l-like this,” you utter and he chuckles. he gathers the remote in his hand and turns the tv down, figuring you were ready to vent.
“it’s not a bother at all, yn. y’know that.”
you weakly smile, taking a sip of the warm liquid given to you. a deep sigh leaves your lips, “he cheated. like.. a lot.”
before you finished speaking, you could see toji clench his jaw. your former boyfriend, or ‘a fucking bastard,’ as toji used to describe him, was a dumbass. toji wasn't surprised when you discussed this matter, given that the kid was well known for his horrible reputation with the ladies at your uni. since the minute he shook his hand at your birthday all those months ago, he was able to tell that the youngster was a jackass.
the son of a bitch was disrespectful when toji first met him. he spoke of you as if you were merely an item on his arm or a tool at his disposal. he was a real asshole and a heartbreaker; he wasn't your typical old bum of a man, and toji could read him from a mile away.
the kid wore a smug look on his face, only a look of someone without pure intentions would have. he was playing you the entire time and it was easy to see from the eyes of someone who was once a player his damn self.
you see, toji was irritated by the notion that someone could be so foolish as to lose a woman like you. someone who was so understanding, determined to get what she wanted, clever, and humorous in response to everything said to her.
blind. he had to be blind is all.
“a video was posted of him today. he was kissing another girl at some party,” yet another stray tear fell from the brim of your eye and there toji was to wipe it away, “i’m such an idiot.”
no you aren’t.
“nah, he’s a dumbass, and i’ll be damned if i have to sit here and watch you cry over something that isn’t your fault.”
you take a tiny pause in an effort to contain the tears that were on the verge of escaping. of course, none of this was your fault, but for some reason, you felt that you had to bear some responsibility. you made a foolish decision by disobeying all the guidance you had been given, and as a result, you are again stuck with the consequences. given that your father and toji had warned you about the man from the start, you were surprised that he had the strength to even talk to you about it.
“i just- i just should’ve listened to you, that’s all.”
toji sighs, grabbing ahold of your hands and squeezing them gently, “it’s a bad time to say i told you so, so i’m just gonna’ say i’m glad that you’ve come to your senses. he was a dickhead.”
toji noticed you smiling for the first time tonight, so his clumsy joke must have succeeded. genuinely. after your brief burst of laughter, you kept your gaze fixed on toji’s flatscreen without saying a word. the house's four walls reverberated with the faint sound of a local broadcaster's voice as the two of you sat in quiet comfort.
he hopes he won't have to be the one to break the news by asking, “does your father know?” he despised doing things behind his back, but if you wanted him to, he could keep a secret. you admired that you could talk to toji about nearly anything, which was one of his best qualities. he wasn't patronizing or disciplining like your dad.
yes, you adored your old man dearly, but there are instances when hearing someone else's point of view than that of a parent can be quite beneficial. toji. would undoubtedly advise you of right and wrong, but he would never make you feel bad about yourself.
we’re human beings and we all make our fair share of mistakes.
by this time, you were no longer sobbing and you were getting a little bit closer to the man. his side profile is followed by your suckling eyes as you savor his sensitive features. even though you've known toji since you were in your early twenties, you've always thought he was gorgeous, but time has been kind to him. as excellent wine ages, so was he. hell, he probably tasted as delicious as he appeared—
toji starts, somewhat unexpectedly, “y'know, for what it's worth, i think you're an amazing woman." he fumbles with the silver chain dangling from his chest before saying, “you’re pretty, you're smart, and you make a mean pho.”
pretty. he called you pretty.
toji’s solemn face prompts you to hastily cover your smile as he adds, “you didn't deserve to be treated that way- and i hope you know that.” you could feel a hand gently caressing your arm. his calluses brushed against your skin as he held it in a warm, rough manner. the gesture almost made you want to pant like a bitch in the heat, even if you had no idea why or how.
he murmurs, “i don't ever wanna' see you cry like that again,” as his dark irises finally contact yours and you two exchange a soft look. unknown to you at the time, something was causing you to approach a little bit more closely than you had intended. you long for a kiss as your gaze moves from his lips to his eyes and back again.
as you prepare to make what would likely be one of your biggest mistakes yet, you close your eyes. you decrease the distance between you two to just a few inches by placing your lips on his. toji ought to have pushed you away at the first moment, but he was driven to submit. the way your mouth felt against his was just so effortlessly natural.
perhaps the novelty of being alone or the warmth of his body against yours is responsible for you feeling this way right now, but all you want is to continue feeling him like this forever.
toji grabs the nape of your neck while you moan into the kiss, luring you in. you take the initiative to straddle his lap as you start to feel a pool between your thighs, your covered pussy pressing on his crotch as you exchanged saliva.
to your surprise, toji pulls away when you ask for more by licking his bottom lip. even before returning to reality, you managed to feel the remorse beginning to rise in your stomach.
“m’ sorry. i don’t- i don’t know what i was thinking,” you mumble, quickly climbing off of his lap and back into your previous position. “i’m sorry. fuck- i’m sorry. i shouldn’t- we shouldn’t-“ you go on, but all that came out of your apology was a weak, anxious whine. toji simply sits there, likely attempting to process what just happened.
you were scared, but you were also humiliated. toji was not only your father's closest friend, but also his business partner. this could endanger his friendships, family, and profession.
you can't bring yourself to say anything else. you start to gather your things and get ready to go to the door, but just as you stand up, a hand delicately grabs hold of your wrist.
“you want me?”
yes.
“toji- i didn’t mean to-“
“yes or no?”
as you swallow, your chest rises and falls from the kiss's delirium. toji manspreads while keeping his hands on his lap and waiting for your response, tapping his foot on floor. he did have an issue with staring. his eyes gave off the impression that they would cut straight through you.
you say, "y-yes," but it sounds more like a moan. when toji hears this, he gets up from his chair and approaches you slowly. his hands were in the pockets of his gray sweats, and he had a smirk on his face. he continues moving until he is directly in front of you, his shirt showing his hardened nipples.
“say it with your chest, yn. did you not just kiss me? or was i imagining things?”
his taunting tone of voice not only annoyed you, but it turned you on too. he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes following your curves, “toji, i want you.”
that was all he needed until it was his turn to attack your mouth with pecks. pecks turned into drawn out kisses and those eventually escalated to biting and sucking on one another’s lips. your noses chafed together as toji groans into your mouth. while your tongues danced to the rhythm of desire, toji’s hand came between your pants and the waistband of your pink panties. he shoves his palm inside the lousy fabric to cup your cunt in his hand.
he flicks his middle finger at your folds as you whimper, "want more, please." he can feel your lust on the tip of his knuckle. “i need you,” your nails skim the happy trail under his shirt, causing toji to grunt. the poor guy had no idea how much power you had over him.
“are you gonna’ regret it?” you ask, and yes, it was blunt of you, but you wondered if he was truly aware of the consequences of this action. you had to think of it from his perspective too.
toji was currently obtaining a happy life. he lived a peaceful existence with just him and his son and had a profession that was more than well compensated, but you? you were a grown woman—twenty eight, to be precise—and although you may have acted impulsively, it may have been just what you wanted. but want eventually turns to greed, and you’d hate to do damage to his conscious over your behavior.
“why would i regret you?”
you wanted to spend the evening lusting over his wonderful words— hearing him tell you the sweetest things, but no matter how sincere and charming his question was, your thoughts were elsewhere.
toji and you each had the ability to choose your own paths. everything you've done up to this point has been deemed inappropriate, and even if he were to stuff you full of his cock, it wouldn't matter. this was already out of line as is.
you make the decision to take matters into your own hands and carry on the passionate makeout session by encircling his neck with your arms. you can feel toji's hands pinching your ass cheeks as he begins to cup them to enfold you in his arms. he sits down on the sofa with you still in his grasp, allowing you to straddle his lap as before.
the hard cock sitting pretty in his sweats did nothing but rub up against you. as much as you wanted to take it slow, you couldn’t suppress the urge to let him have his way with you.
“‘ima fuck you so good, princess. so much better than he ever has,” he utters. you lift your hips up to give him room to finally take his aching cock out of his sweats. while doing so, he doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you.
"look at what you do to me, love," to put it mildly, you were in wonder as he grabbed hold of your chin and lowered your head between you both. first the middle, then the base was displayed. the thin pubic hairs that were still attached to his skin were somewhat cut, lying flat against his shaft as the tip of him flashed a brilliant pink.
as his cock stood up, toji flexed his lower abdomen to move it a little. each time he did this, his cock tapped against your belly, creating a pat.
“big huh? it’ll fit, don’t worry,” he ends his sentence with a wink and grasps on to your ass cheeks again, this time, parting them slowly. as you lift up, his cock aligns with your hole, leaking and eager for some attention.
“please be careful. it’s been a while,” you mumble. you turn to look away but he only comforts you, “i will. i promise.”
as toji entered you, your pussy revealed how horny you truly were. your sopping cunt slobbered around him inch by inch, little by little. your juices had covered his cock and made it easier for your walls to expand, adjusting to his size.
the burn causes your mouth to hiss. feeling him wriggle his way in like this made you feel like a virgin all over again. he had the kind of dick you had to mentally prepare yourself for; the kind that, after only two or more minutes, would have you crying and trembling in his hands.
“focus, yn. just focus on us, for right now.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. how could you not focus on just this? toji had your head spinning and your insides bubbling like never before. it’d be hard to think of anything or anyone else other than him, “you’re so deep- shit!” mushing your ass in his hands, he lifts you up and down his cock, making you feel each and every bit of him. toji bites back a moan when you start to become more comfortable— hips moving with his and your ass melting in his palms.
arms incoherently wrap around toji’s neck as he digs deep, moaning into your ear, “you don’t understand how good you feel. can i go faster? wanna’ make you cum all over my lap like the good girl i know you are.” you practically scream yes and immediately after, you hear a clapping sound.
your ass slamming against toji’s thighs was the cause of the ruckus, you realize as you turn to face the source of the noise. as you watch toji’s cock slip in and out of your pussy, he raises his head to stare at the side of your face, getting excited at how hard you clenched down in him as you watched him fuck you vigorously.
“look at how good you’re doing. takin’ that dick like it’s yours. you look so pretty like this.”
his encouraging words appeared to have given you self-assurance. using both of your forces to fill yourself, you start to slam down on him. you felt as though you were handling a lot at once, but you hardly cared enough to flee. god, did it feel wonderful to be taking dick like a pro.
“ooo- it's stretching me, toji! feels so fuckin’ good. i love it so much.” one thing toji picked up from this was how much of a screamer you were. every thrust ended with another high-pitched moan grumbling from your chest.
“you’re a loud lil’ thing, aren’t you? hope the neighbors don’t mind too much, but they’ll understand, right? i’m fuckin’ you so well they’ll have no choice but to understand.”
it was so easy for him to utter such derogatory phrases knowing the conditions his life would be in after— but he felt like he was compelled to. he loved the sensation of listening to your pussy becoming wetter with each passing stroke. incredibly responsive— his favorite.
his thoughts began to flow as a result of your hands grabbing at his shoulders. you were so desperate that you were delighted to accept whatever he was putting down, “i can’t believe mr. ln’s daughter is such a dirty little bitch. how do you think he’d feel knowin’ i’m ruining you like this, hm?”
that was when you came. something about the secrecy just made you all the more ablazed. although this might’ve been just a temporary feeling, you clamored for more— hollering his name and the curses that trailed behind it.
“m’ cumming! m’ cumming- fuck me, toji!”
he laughs, “how good is it, slut? tell me, how’s it feel?”
you could barely produce a single sound. you could only hold your mouth ajar and let out broken whines. your body was drowning in a sheen coat of sweat and your pussy was a bit sore, but you wanted to cum again.
“it feels a-amazingh,” you babble, unable to even utter the pronunciation of your words as he continues to poke at your g-spot. he was fucking you through it, talking you through it, and pulling you right into his grasp to swallow your whines with his mouth.
after he wrung out the last of your juices, he quickly lifts you up and places you on your back. he could now see just how pretty your pussy truly was. two plumped folds sitting on either side of a puffy clit that was in need of some sucking and a cute hole that ached for good dick.
a dream. a dream indeed.
toji wasted no time slipping it in, feeling your walls comfort his cock like a warm hug. every stroke was tender, but he was so slutty. the chain dangling from his neck beamed in your face and out of instinct, you tug on it a little to pull him down. taking a second to indulge in his features. he was so fucking sexy, especially like this— jet black hair sticking to his forehead, muscle tee drenched in sweat, and his small, hidden whines slipping in every now and then. you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done this sooner.
“i-i love this. love your dick so much- makes m-me feel so happy, toji.” now it was your turn to make your words dig deep, bringing him to the checkpoint with just a few praises.
“don’t say shit like that- fuck.”
you bring your hands to his face to cup his cheeks. you gently press your forehead against his and continue whispering sweet nothings against his lips.
“i can’t believe you’re fucking me like this— like you’ve wanted me for so long. you must love this pussy, huh? love when i take you like this?”
you take note of his sudden shudder, his strokes slowly becoming harder as his breath hitches near your ear, “yn, you better fuckin’ stop.”
“i can’t help it, toji. you just fuck me so much better,” you gasp and reached your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck. you clench around him, and toji nearly loses it. the knot was finally beginning to unravel, his stomach was fluttering, and he was a bit tired, but he was so close— and you were too, again.
“where do you want me, sweet girl? i’m gonna’ to cum,” he asks, and you answer with a stream of yeses and ‘inside inside’. on command, you feel the wave of toji’s cum filling you full. your pussy wet him up with yet another orgasm and you practically collapse.
toji continues to fuck you through your climax, as well as his own. he was being nothing but dirty, yet a hint of weet. whispering things like ‘good girl’ and ‘i’m so proud of you’ over and over. your head was empty and so was your energy scale. you wanted nothing more than a nice soak in a warm bath to attend to your sore figure.
toji pulls out of you, leaving a airy noise being him when he does. his dick was coated in white, and he was still hard as you were wet, but you were both far too exhausted to give it another go.
he sees some of his cum dripping from your pussy and scoops it onto his index finger. lifting that same hand to your mouth, your lips immediately part to taste the mess the two of you made, “revenge tastes sweet doesn’t it?” he asks as you suck on his fingers until completely clean, letting out a moan while doing so.
as he stands to his full height, he stares down at your limp limbs and shakes his head in disbelief, “i didn’t kill ya’ did i?” he breathlessly laughs. you weakly smile and flip him off as he heads down the hall.
eventually toji returns, watching quietly as your lashes kiss your cheeks with exhaustion. still under a trance, he takes a towel he’d gotten from the bathroom to smooth your back and thighs, making sure to get between them as well. as he finishes, you could feel a delicate kiss being planted behind your ear.
his act as a caretaker drove you into a deep sleep, and he was left to reflect on what took place night. he might be jobless, and friendless in morning, but for right now, he’d rather fall asleep to the sound of your breaths as you lay your head on his chest— dreaming of the life you deserve.
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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨!
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧—𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭—𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝.
𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞��. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬.
𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐰𝐧 (𝐀𝐨3)
𝖠𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝖿 𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝖮𝗐𝗇 (𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖠𝗈3) 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 2007. 𝖧𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌, 𝖠𝗈3 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌.
𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗈3 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖠𝗈3 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 “𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌.” 𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌—𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽.
𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗈3, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖠/𝖡/𝖮 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑—𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.
𝖠/𝖡/𝖮 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺, 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝖺, 𝖮𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺 (𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖮𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌” 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 “𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌,” 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 “𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌,” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 “𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗌.” 𝖤𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗌.
𝖠/𝖡/𝖮 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 “𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾” 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖠/𝖡/𝖮 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍.
𝖬𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒—𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.
𝖭𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖯𝗎𝗇𝗄 57 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.
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𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 “𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄” 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄![𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾], 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄!𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄!𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍-𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.
𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐯
���𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗓𝗓𝖾𝗌, 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗏 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾” 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖩𝗈𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖾𝗍𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗑 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾.
𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋?
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 “𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾” 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾—𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧’𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖽𝖾. 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍.
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𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖴𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽.
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨? 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰!
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