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ʰᵉʸ.... ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵍ '' ᶜᵘᵗⁱᵉʳᵒⁱ ,, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.. ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ..

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ɦ𝖾𝗒!!! 𝚰'ꭑ α 𐓣𝖾ω υρᥣⱺαᑯ𝖾𝗋 ⱺ𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒ⱺυ 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗌 α ᥣ𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍ɦ𝖾𐓣 𝚰 𝖼ⱺυᥣᑯ ρⱺ𝗌𝗌𝗂ᑲᥣ𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝖾𝗑ρⱺ𝗌υ𝗋𝖾 𝚰 ωα𐓣𝗍, 𝚰'ꭑ 𐓣ⱺ𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𐓣𝗀 𝗍ⱺ 𝖿ⱺ𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗒ⱺυ ᑲυ𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒ⱺυ ωα𐓣𐓣α 𝗌𝖾 ꭑ𝗒 υρᥣⱺαᑯ𝗌 𝗌𝖾α𝗋𝖼ɦ 𝖼υ𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋ⱺ𝗂 <3
ʰᵉʸ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ¹⁸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵏⁱᵖ ⁱᵗ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ!! ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ, ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡˢ ᵐʸ ʷᵉᵗ ᵃˢˢ, ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵘˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᴵ ʰᵉʸ.... ʷʰʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ? ˢᵗᵒᵖ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒ ᵖʳᵃʸ ⁱᵈⁱᵒᵗ.

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( 。>﹏<) ﹒ 🥨﹕ ✼ ﹒ Server rules ! 🥯﹒ 1 ﹒ ᶻᶻ ﹒ [rule] ✦ ﹒ ┈ ﹕desc 2 ﹒ ∬ ﹒ 🥐 ﹒ [rule] ⌣ ﹒ ✿ ﹕ desc 🧋 ﹒ 3 ﹒ ᶻᶻ ﹒ [rule] ✦ ﹒ ┈ ﹕desc 4 ﹒ ∬ ﹒ ☕️ ﹒ [rule] ⌣ ﹒ ✿ ﹕ desc 🥞 ﹒ 5 ﹒ ᶻᶻ ﹒ [rule] ✦ ﹒ ┈ ﹕desc type cutieroi in 'search for emojis...' 4 more!
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Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)
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Seek Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour, stop looking at porn. It objectifies women and children, it taints your soul and pulls you further away from you God. Satan is corrupting your souls with this foul, vile content. You feel shame and guilt because you know it is wrong, porn is never healthy. If you are offended by this message, ask yourself. Why? Why does the mention of Jesus Christ evoke such negative thoughts? Truly ask yourself that.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⊹︵︵︵ ⊹ ୨୧ ⊹ ︵︵︵ ⊹ ⠀⠀ ꒰ pr/ns pronouns !! ꒱ ⠀⠀ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ⊹ :emoji: ⊹ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ╱|、 へ ૮ - ՛ ) (` - 7 / ⁻ ៸| |、⁻〵 乀 (ˍ, ل ل じしˍ,)ノ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶜᵘᵗⁱᵉʳᵒⁱ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ
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you guys are being so delusional rn . i'm js trying to find some emojis and I see a war going on this random ass website . you guys are immature and weird tbh . all i see at this point are free palestine protests and ppl fighting over absolutely NOTHING . saying "FREE PALESTINE" won't do anything . you think we'll look at your post and say "omg! i have to do something! i must donate and really make a difference!" ? NO ! They won't . i js know . now stop being hypocrites and actually be peaceful for one ? lemme find stray kids combos in peace .
This one is for the boys with the booming system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like he savin' up And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a motherfuckin' trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for And, yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin' ho I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, yes i did yes i did some ody tell him who the elf i is im nicki minja im acting dudes up🔛🔝

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There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.
hii @.mars :3 ur smut was great ! pt2 as soon as u can? keep up the good work xo luv , .peach . 🍑 ⋆ ˚。 ⋆

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BRO WHO THE FUCK MADE AN INC3ST N0NC0N SMUT FANFIC WITH THEIR OCS ON HERE I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND A BIO YALL CHILL TF OUT AND KEEP THAT IN UR NOTES 💀😭
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~ roommate - .peach smut story 🍂 : smvt / prn / 13+ : [ context : u and noah have been bsfs for the past 5 years, u both are rlly close and even tho hes usually mean/cold to others, he has a soft spot for u, ofc. its only since the beginning of ur first year at college, when u guys agreed to be roommates, that u started to have feelings for him. ] its a crisp autumn morning, and ur in ur apartment, curled up on the couch under a ghost blanket, with the fireplace crackling, a bowl of pumpkin muffins beside u, ur pjs still on, and a good book sprawled across ur lap. ur not rlly sure where noah is, probably still sleeping in the other room, considering its only 9:00 on a saturday morning. you flip thru the pages of ur book, getting to a spicy part. ur embarrassed to admit to urself that ur getting wet, and you pull back the blanket and slip down ur pj bottoms to reveal a wet spot on ur red thong. ur eyes flutter as u continue reading, and without looking down, u take one hand and slip ur thong down slightly, teasing ur entrance with ur finger and rubbing ur outer lips. you squirm & sigh in pleasure, before inserting half ur finger in, making u gasp. but tbh, its nothing new. youve done this to urself alot, but rlly, the only thing u want is something- someone- else filling up your needy pussy. you put ur whole finger in, then another, making u let out a little moan. you scissor inside urself and pump ur fingers in and out, ur eyes fluttering back in delight. "y/n, i gotta say, even for you, this is hot.." a voice says from behind the couch. you take your fingers out and whip around to see noah standing behind you, in his pjs and his brown hair all messy from sleeping. you flush pink, embarrassed. ur not rlly sure how to feel, embarrassed, turned on, or offended by that little comment. u decide to go with all three, but mostly offended. "what do you mean by 'even for me??'" you snap. noah smirks. "chill, y/n. im just messing w u. he leans down and runs his hand through ur hair. "why dont you keep going? just bc im here doesnt mean u need to stop." you meet his eyes, blushing and unsure. "i-.." you start, before he cuts you off. "unless... you need someone to do it for you." he grins slyly. "uhm.." you begin, but he places a finger on ur lips and climbs over the couch to sit next to u. he slips off ur thong fully, revealing a wet, pink, juicy pussy. "we wont be needing this.." he says, tossing your thong aside. you blush intensely and pinch urself on ur inner thigh just to make sure this isnt a dream. he locks eyes w you before leaning into you and placing a finger on ur chin, dragging ur face towards his and locking his lips onto urs. you exhale and kiss him back, his hands running down ur body, exploring every dip and curve in your perfect hourglass shaped figure. the kisses turn into a makeout, getting more aggressive and passionate. he wraps his hands around your waist and hoists u on his lap so ur facing him, still kissing you. you can feel his rock hard dick buldging thru his pants by ur ass. you let out a little moan as he begins to kiss ur neck, then taking off ur shirt and bra to expose ur big, juicy titties, pink and full. he starts to rub them, biting ur nipple and giving you hickeys on the sides of ur breasts~... you squeeze ur eyes shut and moan softly. this only turns him on more. his hands find their way down to your pussy, where he begins to rub the outer part in circles gradually getting faster and faster. he plays with your outer lips before shoving two fingers inside, making you inhale sharply in desire. he fucks you with his fingers, hitting all your sweet spots as drips of wetness slip out of your tight pussy but yet, you want even more. your hands slide down to the buldge in his pants and he lets out a soft gasp, his fingers still inside ur pussy as he locks eyes w you. "you sure?" he asks. you nod. "im sure." "m-kay princess.." he smirks and moves you beside him as he takes his fingers out, licking ur juices off his hands before taking off his pajama bottoms and boxers, revealing a 6 inch long, thick cock. you get even more wet and turned on as he begins stroking it, and you cant wait any longer. you climb onto his lap, facing him, and sit on his dick, it goes inside your pink pussy and you moan in pleasure. he groans and smirks. "someone's eager..~" he whispers softly. you begin to bounce up and down on his lap, his dick thrusting inside you and precum filling up your pussy. you make little moans and whimpers as you bounce faster, and noah lets out a tiny moan too, he's clearly enjoying this as much as you. he wraps his hands around ur waist and helps u bounce up and down, even faster, filling u up with cum~ u moan and whimper~ "fuckk.." he inhales, running his hands down ur body. cum flows out of ur pussy, making you embarrassed. noah sees u. "its alr.." he whispers, kissing u as you bounce up and down, before getting exhausted and pulling his dick out of ur pussy, cum dripping out, breathing heavy. you curl up against noah, ur naked body exhausted n ur pussy sore. he wraps his arms around u and holds u tight. "you did so good~" he says gently. you smile and nod at the praise, still out of breath. "that- was amazing..~" you sigh. "im glad." he whispers. the rest of the day consists of cuddles, movie marathons, and snacks <3 - luv, peach . <3 discord : angvlrss search *.peach* for more!!

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"Hey, you know what we should do?" The sudden suggestion broke the comfortable silence of the afternoon. 2, A host at the local cafe, had just finished getting some tea from their favourite cafe. "What's that, dear?" 2 inquired with a quaint British lilt to their voice. They had always been a curious number, eager to learn and experience new things. The speaker was a contestant, Gaty to be exact, with a wild imagination, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's throw a surprise party for the other algebralians!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. 2's heart skipped a beat. A party? For the others? The equation playground was usually quite orderly, a place where numbers and variables frolicked in predictable patterns. But a party? That sounded like a delightful chaos, a celebration of unity and difference. 2's mind raced through the possibilities. They had always loved baking, a hobby that had grown into a well-known talent among people. "What a splendid idea, Gaty!" they said, their eyes lighting up with the thrill of a new challenge. "But where should we hold it?" Gaty's grin grew wider. "How about the forsest?" 2's eyes widened. The forest was a relic from the early days of the playground, a tangled mess of branches and equations long forgotten by most. It was the perfect venue for a party, a place that hadn't seen joy in a long time. "The Forest!" 2 repeated, the excitement baking a warmth into their voice. "That's a brilliant idea!" They quickly set to work, planning every detail meticulously. The invitations were handcrafted, each one a miniature masterpiece of algebra art, with delicate x's and y's intertwined with loops and swirls. The guest list grew as they thought of everyone they wanted to invite: the integers, the variable, X, Irrationals, and even the constants! They decided to keep the theme a secret, among the guests. The day of the party arrived, and 2 could barely contain their excitement. They spent the morning baking a series of numerical treats: pi-themed pies, square root cookies, and a grand cake in the shape of the Fibonacci spiral. The scent of sugar and spices filled the air, and the warmth of the oven was a comforting embrace. They decorated the forest with streamers of polynomial functions and balloons that spelled out 'Happy Equation Day!' in binary. As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the playground, the guests started to arrive. The chatter grew louder as numbers and Irrationals mingled, sharing stories and laughter. The algebralians looked around in amazement at the transformation of the once-Normal space. The party was in full swing, and 2 couldn't have been happier. They flitted from group to group, ensuring everyone had a cup of tea and a slice of pi, their laughter echoing through the branches. An internal conflict began to stir within 2, however. They realized that while they enjoyed bringing everyone together, they felt a strange loneliness in the midst of the celebration. They were a host, a number that didn't quite fit in with the others. But as they watched the joy on their friends' faces, they knew that this party was about more than just the thrill of a good time; it was about unity, acceptance. "Hey Two! Have you seen X? I need to ask them something." It was four! One of 2's frenimies, who was always looking for a good time but had a knack for missing the deeper meaning in life. "Oh, Four," 2 said, trying to keep the annoyance out of their voice. "X is probably by the punch bowl, I think I saw them with the Irrationals earlier." Four's eyes lit up. "Great, thanks!" They dashed off, leaving 2 to ponder over their own feelings. Despite the delightful chaos around them, 2 felt a pang of sadness. They had always been the one to bring everyone together, but never truly felt like they were a part of the equation. They looked around, trying to shake off the feeling, and noticed a group of constants standing together, whispering and pointing at them. 2 approached, their curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" 2 asked, trying to sound casual. The constants looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh, we were just talking about how amazing the party is," said one of them, Pin. "We're all so impressed with what you've done here." The others nodded in agreement, and 2 felt a warmth spread through them. "Thank you," they said, genuinely touched. "I just wanted everyone to feel welcome and happy." The conversation grew more intimate as the night went on, and the constants shared stories of their own struggles with fitting in. It dawned on 2 that everyone had their own battles, even numbers as steadfast as they were. The party had become a place where the algebralians could be themselves, free from the constraints of the playground's usual order. As the stars began to twinkle above, casting a glow over the forest, the music grew softer and the partygoers gathered around the bonfire. 2 stood in the center, their heart swelling with love and gratitude for their friends. They raised a toast, their voice carrying over the crackling fire. "To unity, to friendship, and to never forgetting that we are all a part of the same grand equation!" The algebralians cheered, raising their cups. 2 felt a sense of belonging wash over them. They were not just a host, they were a catalyst for change. They had brought the playground together in a way that transcended their own number, and in doing so, they had discovered a piece of themselves they never knew was missing. The party continued into the night, with stories, dances, and even a little algebra magic. 2 watched as the equations they had crafted grew more complex, the relationships between the guests evolving into something beautiful. It was a night that would be remembered for a long time, a night that had started with a simple idea but had turned into an unforgettable experience for all. And as the last guest left, 2 stood in the quiet forest, surrounded by the glow of a job well done, feeling more whole than ever before.
eclipse - chapter one. credits: me and my sister. please don't hate, it's my first time ever writing a story fr fr. tell me if yes and tag me in the post. (hiii_happeygirl) idgaf if u repost this just pls give credit, as this took long to make. (i have adhd rlly bad and its hard for me to focus on a task for very long) I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um… just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl…come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just… lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.” OK SO TELL ME IF U WANT A P2 AND TAG ME IN THE POST (hiii_happeygirl) SO I CAN SEE IT, ALSO REMEMBER TO USE A UNIQUE NAME SO I CAN TAG U IN THE P2 OK LOVE U GUYS AND REMEMBER IF U REPOST GIVE CREDITSSSSS 💞
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( ╹ -╹)? 💌 📪 ________________________ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 🏹💗 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚! 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ________________________ (๑/////๑ " )💌 📪 EXTRA: ( //>///<//)🎀 yes… yes i do 💗 do.. you like me..? (o/////o " )🚗 (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) YESSSS would you like to go with me to the dance? (¬////¬) PART 2 ONLY IF YOU LIKE THIS SERIES NAME: LOVESTRUCK 💗💗 new episode each week! like for more ★ starflann!! 🎀🍮
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yall i once stepped on a pufferfish and it exploded poison everywhere 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤯🤯🤯🤯
i saw people posting 13+ stories so here's mine!! you have a bully and his name is sam. he's tall, Asian, and muscular. today you and his got detention together. the teacher walked out of the classroom leaving you and him alone. he walks to your desk and hovers over it. he lifts your chin up and you look up with a disgusted face. "god. you're so beautiful." he says. you roll your eyes and you eye him up and down until you notice his c0ck bulging out. he sees that you've noticed so he locks the detention room door and picks you up. he puts you on the desk and yanks your clothes off. he shoves his finger inside of you. he quickly takes it in and out and you grip onto his shirt. he flips you on your stomach and thrusts his c0ck inside of you. he keeps on going while gripping your hair. he stops eventually and sits on a chair while putting you on his lap. he pulls out a v1brat0r and puts it in you on max. he squeezes ur t1t$ tightly and you bounce up and down on him. PT. 2???

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⣯⢷⡻⣬⢓⡆⢏⠦⣑⠨⡐⠠⠈⠄⠠⢀⠰⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⡛⡷⢶⣿⡟⠠⠴⠦⠤⣤⣤⡤⠖⠋⠁⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⡇⣼⠿⠿⠃⣠⣿⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣳⡽⣲⢫⡜⣎⠲⣁⠣⠔⢡⠈⠄⣡⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠀⠀⢀⡴⣿⣧⢽⣼⡷⠋⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⡾⠋⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⡿⠽⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⡻⣇⢠⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⣷⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣳⣝⢧⡳⡜⣬⠓⡬⡘⢬⠐⣈⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⡿⣽⣻⠿⢷⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣲⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣛⣀⣀⣐⣤⡿⠋⠀⠁⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⣿⠃⣽⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠉⠉⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⡙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡿⣧⣟⣞⡳⣝⢦⢫⡔⡍⢦⣱⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣟⣯⢿⣹⣎⣿⣻⣷⣤⡀⢀⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣨⠞⠋⠽⣿⣷⣬⡉⠉⠙⢻⣿⠟⠁⢀⣠⢖⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠳⣤⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⠃⣴⣤⡀⢀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⢷⣻⢮⣟⡼⢎⡳⡜⣼⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣻⡜⣯⢷⣻⢾⣵⣫⢾⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠌⠹⢿⣿⣷⣄⣠⡏⣀⣴⣿⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⠶⠶⢿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠤⢬⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣽⣻⢮⣳⢏⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣯⢿⣟⣯⣟⡿⣶⣻⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠜⠹⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢟⣿⣿⡿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣍⢳⡀⠠⣄⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣷⣯⣟⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⡼⣹⢯⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡴⠞⠋⠈⠿⣿⣿⣿⣞⡷⣯⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣁⣼⣾⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢧⢷⡀⠙⣗⠀⠀⠀⢿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⢏⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡟⡇⠀⢸⣄⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⡶⣯⣻⡝⣞⣿⣿⣏⡞⣿⣼⡿⣿⡟⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⡱⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠊⠙⠲⢬⡙⠳⢤⣀⡀⠈⠳⡀⠀⢸⡿⠅⠐⠢⢄⠀⢸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡽⣯⢗⣯⢳⡝⣮⢽⡟⡱⢎⣽⡏⠀⢸⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢏⡜⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠓⢤⡙⢽⣦⡀⠀⢀⣼⠻⣄⠘⣤⠤⣄⡘⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢘⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⣻⡿⣽⢳⣏⡞⢧⡛⢦⡳⣜⡱⠣⢼⡁⠀⣿⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⣯⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠫⣝⣧⠀⢸⣟⣶⣌⠙⠲⠶⠾⠛⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣟⡷⣻⢵⣫⠶⣙⢧⣙⢧⡓⢮⣑⠣⡌⠀⠈⢻⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣇⠀⣿⣽⣻⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⢸⣥⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢏⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⢷⣯⢳⡟⡮⢵⢫⠵⠺⣼⠦⣛⠦⣍⠖⣩⠒⣄⢣⢩⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⢾⡝⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣖⣿⣳⢯⡾⣽⢿⣷⣤⣸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣟⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣾⣻⡞⣽⣚⡝⣎⢳⢂⡜⣣⠝⡤⢋⠔⡉⠦⡙⣔⢊⠦⡑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣶⣘⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣯⢿⡽⣯⣟⡾⣩⢿⠿⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀ ⣯⣗⡻⢶⣩⠞⡼⣁⠞⣜⣡⠚⡄⢃⠐⠠⢀⠀⠈⠎⣒⢉⠆⠌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣀⡴⣶⢻⣏⡙⠶⢬⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠘⣿⣯⣟⣷⡟⣲⣭⡟⠀⢀⣀⠀⢄⠀⢀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀ ⣷⢺⡝⣳⢬⡛⡖⣭⢛⡴⢣⡙⡌⢆⡡⢒⠠⡈⠄⡐⢀⠣⡘⢌⠂⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡇⠻⣾⣿⣿⣷⣎⢹⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⢞⣷⣹⣶⠿⠖⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣧⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠂⠀ 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Hi guys it ShootingStar🩷 (First story)>> Role: 15 yo girl You get home from school and jump onto your comfy bed. Then pull out your phone only to scroll on TikTok like any other day. Suddenly you have a thought “I wonder what it’s like to have sex”… (you over heard some students talking about it at lunch) A few hours pass and it’s time for dinner. Mmmm roast beef, mashed potatoes and green beans. You're full from that delicious meal And you head back upstairs to your room to get ready for bed. You secretly ordered this sexy lace pajama set online just to feel good Abt yourself, so you put it on and take some selfies. Mom walks upstairs and you quickly cover yourself with a blanket so you won’t get In trouble. “Goodnight sweetheart”mom says by the door. She turned off my lights and went downstairs to bed. I drift away into sleep Until I feel a sharp pain in my neck and realized it was a needle. Struggling to get it out I feel dizzy, drowsy, and just like that I blacked out. PART TWO SOON <3 (More spiciness will be in part two fyi)

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your a girl one day you apraoch school and walk into the bathroom and you enter a stall. Later when you get out you see a girl blushing at a boy,you dont think much of it though and continue the day. later, that same girl was at her lockers on her phone then she goes over to this boy with a smirk on her face. your wearing your reading glasses so you dont know who it is but you slowly take them off eager to find out who she was flirting with. your jaw drops as you Realize that she had been flirting with YOUR CRUSH!! whitch made you burst out in flames.out of nowhere you see her trying to kiss him, witch made you want to yell
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The air was thick with anticipation as the crowd gathered around the center of the arena. It was the annual "Feast of Flesh," a celebration of the most primal of human desires: the hunger for violence and the thirst for blood. The spectators, dressed in their finest rags and chains, chattered excitedly amongst themselves, their faces painted with the colors of their favorite gladiators. The arena itself was a sight to behold, a massive circular structure made of rough-hewn stone and iron, surrounded by towering stands that seemed to reach up towards the heavens. Today's main event promised to be unlike any other in the history of the Feast. Two of the most famous gladiators in the land would face off against each other: the legendary "Silent Killer," a towering figure clad in black armor, his face hidden beneath a mask of rusted metal, and his opponent, the enigmatic "Lady of Lust," a petite and seductive woman who fought with a whip and a smile. Rumors swirled about their past encounters, some whispering of forbidden love, others of bitter hatred. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the arena, the two gladiators emerged from their respective tunnels, each accompanied by a throng of screaming fans. The Silent Killer moved with the grace of a predator stalking its prey, his eyes fixed on Lady of Lust, who danced and spun before the crowd, her whip cracking like a bullwhip. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, neither daring to make the first move. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the moment when their two worlds would collide. Finally, Lady of Lust lunged forward, her whip snaking out towards the Silent Killer's legs. He leapt nimbly aside, his sword flashing in the dying light. With a swift movement, he parried her attack and countered with a slash of his own. Their weapons clashed, sending up a shower of sparks, and the crowd roared its approval. The battle raged on, each combatant matching the other's skill stroke for stroke, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The gladiators danced around each other, their bodies glistening with sweat and blood. The Silent Killer's armor was battered and dented, while Lady of Lust's clothes hung in tatters around her. She fought with a desperation that belied her small stature, her whip weaving a deadly web around the Silent Killer. But he was relentless, pressing her back towards the edge of the arena. With one final lunge, he pierced her heart, driving his sword deep into her chest. The crowd erupted into a frenzy as the Silent Killer stood triumphant over the fallen Lady of Lust. As the medics rushed to tend to her wounds, the Silent Killer removed his helmet, revealing the face of a woman. The crowd fell silent in shock. It was Lady of Lust, her features hidden beneath layers of makeup and prosthetics. She had been leading a double life, fighting as both a man and a woman, all for the sake of her own twisted amusement. As she was carried away from the arena, she turned her head towards the Silent Killer, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they were lost amidst the chaos. The meaning of that look would be debated for years to come, but one thing was certain: the Feast of Flesh would never be the same again. The aftermath of the match cast a long shadow over the revelers. Some celebrated the Silent Killer's victory, while others mourned the loss of Lady of Lust. Rumors spread like wildfire, fueling the flames of speculation about the true nature of their relationship. Some claimed they had been lovers in secret, while others swore they had been bitter enemies all along. In the end, no one could be sure of the truth. As the sun set on the arena, the Silent Killer, now revealed as Lady of Lust, was stripped of her title and exiled from the kingdom. She disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of questions and uncertainties. The Feast continued without her, but the air of mystery and intrigue that had once defined it was forever changed. The gladiatorial combat was no longer about simple entertainment; it had become a complex exploration of identity, love, and betrayal. And with each new match, the stakes only grew higher. The new gladiators dragged the Lady of Lust out of the ring to the headquarters, but then.. A handsome man came and killed them all, Brining the Lady of Lust to his house, he asked '' What's your name?" She looked at him with her seductive eyes and said, "My name is Lust, but you can call me whatever you want." He smiled and replied, "I want you to call me Master." She blushed and said, "Yes, Master." The man, known as the Master of Lust, trained her in secret, teaching her new ways to use her whip and body to control men. He also taught her how to fight with a sword, making her even more dangerous. As time passed, they fell in love, and their passion knew no bounds. Their relationship became the talk of the town, with everyone wondering if the Master of Lust was indeed the Silent Killer who had slain the Lady of Lust. The Feast of Flesh continued, but now it was different. The crowd no longer cheered for bloodshed; they cheered for the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust. Their love story had given the arena a new purpose, a reason to exist beyond mere entertainment. The gladiatorial combat became a celebration of passion and devotion, of two souls intertwined in a dance of death and desire. One day, as the Lady of Lust was about to face her next opponent, the Master of Lust stood beside her. He took off his helmet, revealing his face to the crowd. It was the Lady of Lust herself, her features hidden behind the mask all along. The crowd gasped in shock and awe, realizing that she had been playing a double game. She had been both the victim and the victor, the prey and the predator. As they fought side by side, their love for each other burning bright, the Feast of Flesh reached its true purpose, its true destiny. And so, the story of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust continued, their love immortalized in the annals of history. The Feast of Flesh became a testament to their courage, their passion, and their unwavering devotion to one another. It was a tale of redemption and the power of love to conquer all, even the harshest of realities. And as the years passed, and new gladiators came and went, their story remained etched in the hearts of all who had witnessed it, a shining beacon of hope in a world that often seemed devoid of it. In real time, In the house, Master of Lust decided, He was horny, and asked if she wanted to have sex. Lady of Lust blushed and said, "Of course, Master." They went to their bedroom, and the Master of Lust undressed her slowly, savoring every inch of her exposed skin. As they made love, their passion was fierce and unyielding, a testament to the depth of their feelings for each other. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans of pleasure filling the air. As they lay together afterwards, sweaty and content, the Lady of Lust asked her Master about their future. "Will we always be together like this?" she whispered, her voice full of wonder. The Master of Lust smiled and stroked her hair, "As long as there is a Feast of Flesh, we will be its heart. We will be its beating soul. Our love will guide it, and our passion will make it sing." The Lady of Lust felt a thrill run through her at his words. She knew that their love was more than just a fleeting emotion; it was a force to be reckoned with. Together, they would shape the destiny of the Feast of Flesh, making it a celebration of not only blood and violence, but of love and devotion as well. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The Lady of Lust continued to fight with a newfound vigor, her heart full of love and determination. Whenever she faced an opponent, she could feel her Master's presence guiding her, his love and support giving her the strength she needed to overcome any challenge. One night, as they lay in bed, the Lady of Lust confessed to her Master that she was pregnant. The news filled them both with a mixture of joy and trepidation. They knew that their child would be born into a world where bloodshed and violence reigned supreme. But they also knew that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Together, they vowed to protect their child and raise them in a world where love and compassion were just as important as strength and resilience. As the months passed, the Lady of Lust's pregnancy became more apparent. She grew rounder and more beautiful, her body a testament to the power of love and the bond that she shared with her Master. The Feast of Flesh continued, and with each passing battle, their love only grew stronger. They were no longer just gladiators; they were symbols of hope and redemption in a world that had long since forgotten such things. On the day that their child was born, the entire kingdom rejoiced. News of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust's union had spread far and wide, and their story had inspired countless others to find love and purpose in even the darkest of times. As they cradled their newborn son in their arms, they knew that they had created a legacy that would live on for generations to come. And so, the tale of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust continued to be told, their love a shining beacon in a world beset by darkness and despair. Their son grew up to become a great hero himself, fighting for justice and peace, always remembering the lessons his parents had taught him about the power of love and the importance of compassion. And when he had children of his own, he would tell them the story of his parents, of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust, and of the Feast of Flesh that had been transformed by their love into something truly wondrous and magical.

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Somewhere, on a rutted, nearly impassible back road in rural Monroe, Connecticut, stands what locals call the House of the Faceless People. This ancient farmhouse is enclosed within a forest of gnarled, bent, and bony-looking trees, and all of its windows are boarded up. If visited at night, the house will be entirely dark. However, on certain occasions a dim kerosene lamp can be seen through the slats covering one of the windows. This, it is said, is the caretaker's room. He's an old man who oversees the faceless ones. Though he is occasionally spotted working around the yard or chasing away cars that pass by too slowly, his faceless charges remain nothing but a mystery. Some believe the house's inhabitants are the fabled Melonheads, however, no one truly knows who, or what, can be found inside the House of the Faceless People…
Hi there. My name is Evi and I’m 36 years old. Almost two years ago, on the 13 August 2015, I was involved in a serious road traffic accident. I don’t remember how it happened and I am grateful for that. The police told me that there was a pot hole on the side of the road which caught my front side wheel of my car and span me into opposite direction, where my car sadly hit another car at a combined speed of 100 mph. All I remember was waking up in the car and everything was in a very slow motion, in absolute quiet. No sense of smell or touch, just nothingness. Then the adrenaline kicked in and I had to drag myself out of the car because I could smell smoke. Still not knowing what had happened and where I was. The only thing I knew was that my legs weren’t working and that I did not want to burn. I was taken to St George’s Hospital, Major Trauma Centre. I remember being scared as I was in so much pain and dazed from all the painkiller drugs. There were lots of doctors, nurses, beeping noises, tubes, many questions thrown all in my direction, thousands of voices that didn't make sense to me. I had no idea why I couldn’t feel my legs and what was wrong with me. I spent two months in St George’s. Every day was a battle for me, especially as I don’t come from this country, I am from the Czech Republic, so I didn’t have my family around. It was a hard two months. All my dignity was gone. I became totally dependent on everyone around me. I had to learn to trust strangers very quickly. Their judgements, statements, advice and believe me it wasn’t always easy. But, on the other hand, I also had an amazing support from the wonderful therapy team, who helped with my rehab. The clinical nurse specialist, who was the right hand of my surgeon, always put a smile on my face. There was also the porter, the dinner lady and cleaning lady with her enormous enthusiasm for life. Meeting other patients and hearing their stories also helped and made me appreciate how lucky I was and that it could be worse, which became my daily mantra. All these people and their joined effort made me work twice as hard so their hard work wouldn’t be wasted.

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