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[2016-05-21 02:02:42 +0000 UTC]
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# Comments
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I'd like to keep my page looking clean, so please reply here if you want to talk or have a request! Thanks!
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dude omg,, you made love live stamps im so happy and blessed for u to be on da im cry,,,,,,,, :'')
I havent seen a μ's stamp tho, could u make one?? :0
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Request! Make a Muse logo stamp!
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could you make a youhane stamp?
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can I request a NicoxEli stamp please?
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here u go! 👍: 0 ⏩: 0
sorry its so late;;
i need a stamp that says emily foster fan
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Kira didn’t do this often, more so his schedule didn’t often allow for it.
Out by 11pm, on the dot. Yet here he was eyes closed but mind still present at 2am. He tossed and turned as he tried to get his mind to turn off. Resting on his side his eyes cracked open to see your quiet sleeping face.
You looked so still and serene when you slept, it was one of his favourite little things about you. He could hardly see your chest rise and fall as you slept, your face framed in the dim moonlight. Your mouth parted as you lay there, your eyelashes not even moving as you lay.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to hold your hand as he started to fall asleep; he clasped your hand in his. It was limp but still so warm, he could yet feel your pulse. Placing your palm on top of his cheek he hummed. His fingers grazing against yours, feeling your knuckles and the flat of your hand he smiled. His head tilting as the corner of his mouth grazed your palm.
Your hands had always been his pride and joy; it was a great comfort to him to feel your soft hands against him. Especially as you slept he enjoyed how he could play with them, moulding them in his own. His breath shuddered as he ran your hand down his jaw. His eyes still firmly trained on you as you lay unmoving, his heart thudded as he was reminded of his past.
Drawing your other hand down to his hips, forcing the back of your hand against his cock, your fingers bending limply against the front of his pyjamas. You didn’t make a sound as he turned your hand around, your fingers curling slightly as he rubbed your palm into his crotch. Kissing the junction between your thumb and first finger, leaving a small trace of saliva on your skin his brow furrowed as he tried not to moan.
He wondered if you were going to wake up, catching him do this like he’s done only a few times before. He couldn’t bear it if you found him like this, using your hands without any consent. His fingers curled against yours pressing on his hardening cock, he felt the strain of his clothing.Perhaps it was his reminiscence of his past that made him do this, how often your sleeping face bore resemblance to a serene corpse. He could just imagine the bruises blooming on your neck in the dim light. While not like his first murders, messy, unwieldy things, a more calculated act. In the depths of his mind he felt like you would go cold in a few moments. Your soft, frail body would stiffen with rigor mortis soon and he had to make the most of it before hacking though your arm.
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