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October 10th Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation - @absurdthirst Kinktober list

Summery: Y/n works at a Playboy club and meets Pansy who introduces her to Theodore

Theodore Nott x FEM! Playboy Reader 5K words

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Rough sex, overstim., p in v, cunningness, cowgirl, Theo calls reader Bunny, missionary, Wrap it before you tap it.

Lot's of scene jumping

Y/n had always been a stunning beauty, with her luscious brunette hair cascading down her back and piercing green eyes that could capture anyone's attention. Her petite figure, accentuated by her long legs and generous curves, was the epitome of feminine allure. When she first heard about the auditions for the Playboy Bunny Club, she felt a mix of excitement and uneasiness. It was an opportunity she hadn't anticipated but one that intrigued her nonetheless.

The club was a hotspot for the city's elite, known for its luxurious ambiance and the charming company of the iconic Playboy Bunnies. As a playmate, Y/n's role would be to entertain, engage, and make the high-rollers feel like kings for the night. She knew it was a chance to step into a glamorous world she'd only ever seen in magazines, but she also knew it wasn't your typical 9-to-5 gig.

The interviews were rigorous, with rounds of auditions that tested her poise, intelligence, and conversational skills. Y/n had to be more than just a pretty face; she had to embody the essence of a Playboy Bunny – elegant yet playful, charming yet professional, and always maintaining an air of mystery. Hundreds of women attended auditions before being selected for the club’s training program, which included learning the names of 143 liquor brands and memorizing 20 different cocktail garnishes. After weeks of preparation and competition, she received the life-changing phone call: she'd been chosen to join the bunnies.

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The Playboy Club Bunny Manual

Welcome to the world of Playboy; You can take great pride in being selected as a Bunny; it's a job that you will find is both unique and exciting. The Playboy Bunny has created a new definition and standard for charm, beauty and friendly service. Playboy Clubs are world-famous for their distinctive decor, unique facilities, good food, man-sized drinks and, particularly, their beautiful Bunnies. To guarantee the high standards which our Keyholders have come to expect, we are extremely selective in our Bunny hiring procedures. For instance, in opening a recent Club, we interviewed 500 girls but only selected ID as having the personality and physical beauty required of our Bunnies. After a new Bunny is hired, she goes through a complete and detailed training program which enables her to serve our Keyholders, and their guests, rapidly and efficiently.

This manual should answer many questions that you may have concerning your new responsibilities. Read it carefully, learn your duties well and again, congratulations and best of luck as a Playboy Bunny!

Black Is reserved for the most experienced Bunnies. There are also specialty colors and fabrics for various parts of the clubs or seasons of the year. In all the VIP Rooms, Bunnies wear blue velvet. At Christmas, ‘Door Bunnies’ wear red suits with white fur trim, and on St. Patrick’s Day in Boston they wear green ears and tails. Some costumes are earned: Bunnies voted ‘Bunny of the Year’ at individual clubs wear a silver lamé costume. These Bunnies go on to compete in a pageant to become ‘International Bunny of the Year’—the winner elevated her commodity status to gold lamé. On Playboy's anniversary, every Bunny will wear a Royal Blue to celebrate.

Personal information

Bunnies may not give out their last name, home address or phone numbers at any time in the club for any reason and may not give out information about other bunnies.

Dating

Bunnies are forbidden to date other employees of the club. Violation of this rule is called for immediate termination.

Bunnies are not permitted to accept dates with guests or any other patrons visiting the Playboy Club. Any Bunny who arranges to meet or be met by a guest or employee of the club, (either on or off premises) will be dismissed immediately. If a Bunny is asked for a date by a patron, she should advise him, in as a polite manner as possible, that bunnies are not permitted to date people they meet at the club. She is also not permitted to give her last name home address or phone number.

Eating and drinking

Bunnies are not permitted to chew gum while on duty.

Bunnies are not permitted to drink alcoholic beverages in the club at any time.

Bunnies are not permitted to drink soft drinks, lemonade or even water in view of key holders and guests, but may drink these nonalcoholic beverages “behind the scenes.”

More….

Her first night on the job was a whirlwind. The club was a kaleidoscope of lights, the smoky air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and perfume. The plush velvet booths were filled with men in suits and women dressed to the nines, all eager to experience the legendary charm of the Playboy brand. Y/n donned her tight-fitting bunny costume – the iconic corset, bunny ears, and fluffy tail – and took a deep breath before making her grand entrance.

Walking through the crowded room, she felt the weight of the costume and the eyes of the patrons on her. Yet, she remained graceful, her smile never wavering. She mingled with ease, playing the part of the alluring hostess with a disarming wit and charm that seemed to come naturally to her. The more she interacted with the guests, the more she realized that this wasn't just a job; it was a performance, a dance she was expected to lead.

As the nights passed, Y/n grew into her role. She learned the art of making small talk with billionaires and celebrities, the delicate balance of flirtation without crossing lines, and the importance of being both attentive and untouchable. She became a favorite among the regulars, who often requested her company at their tables. They were drawn to her genuine warmth and the way she made them feel seen and heard amidst the clamor of the club.

Behind the scenes, the bunnies formed a tight-knit sisterhood, supporting one another through the late nights and occasionally uncomfortable situations. Y/n discovered that beneath the glitz and glamour, these women were just like her – trying to make a name for themselves in a cutthroat industry, looking for a little bit of excitement in their lives.

While the job had its perks – the designer outfits, the exclusive parties, and the occasional celebrity encounter – it also came with its fair share of challenges. The long hours and physical demands of the role began to take their toll, and Y/n often found herself questioning whether this was truly the path she wanted to be on. Yet, every time she stepped onto the floor, the energy of the club and the smiles on the guests' faces reinvigorated her. Y/n slowly made her way up the ranks starting from a floor Bunny to a door Bunny to a VIP Bunny very quickly in the two years she was working there.

As the professor paused for a moment to let the information sink in, a girl with raven black hair and piercing eyes slipped into the seat next to Y/n. The girl's attire was impeccable, a blend of high fashion and understated elegance. She looked around the room with an air of confidence that was almost tangible. This was Pansy Parkinson, a name Y/n recognized from the college's social circles but had never had the pleasure of meeting.

Pansy leaned over and whispered, "I can't believe we're stuck with this snooze fest. I'd much rather be out there making real money, am I right?"

Y/n's ears perked up, and she shot Pansy a sly smile. "Oh, you work too?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Pansy's eyes widened slightly. "You do? Where?"

"Playboy," Y/n whispered shyly back, feeling a sudden kinship with this stranger.

The revelation was met with a gasp of surprise, followed by a conspiratorial smile. "No way! Me too!" exclaimed Pansy.

After class, they decided to grab a coffee together, eager to delve deeper into their shared experiences. As they sat in the crowded café, the aroma of freshly brewed beans mingling with the scent of their expensive perfumes, they found themselves opening up more than they had with anyone else on campus. Pansy spoke of her ambition to climb the corporate ladder and how the club provided her with the means to fund her dreams without the burden of student loans. Y/n revealed her aspirations of using her finance degree to start her own business, and the club was a stepping stone to building her network.

Through talking, they found out that they had never run into each other before because they were working on different shift times. So they decided to move their shifts so they could work together since they both worked as VIP Bunnies.

Their friendship grew stronger as the weeks passed, bonded by the secrets they shared about their night-time endeavors. They helped each other with classwork, swapped stories about their college experiences, and occasionally complained about the less-than-savory clientele at the club.

Pansy leaned over and whispered, "I can't believe we're stuck with this snooze fest. I'd much rather be out there making real money, am I right?"

Y/n's ears perked up, and she shot Pansy a sly smile. "Oh, you work too?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Pansy's eyes widened slightly. "You do? Where?"

"Playboy," Y/n whispered shyly back, feeling a sudden kinship with this stranger.

The revelation was met with a gasp of surprise, followed by a conspiratorial smile. "No way! Me too!" exclaimed Pansy.

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The Bunny mother told her there was a group of Keyholders waiting for her in the VIP section and Y/n couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Theodore, Blaze, Draco, and two other guys walk through the velvet curtains of VIP. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in their confident strides and the way the dim lights danced off their tailored suits and gleaming shoes. The club's mellow jazz music seemed to crescendo around them, setting the perfect stage for their dramatic entrance.

Pansy frowned, “What are they even doing here? They could have gone anywhere else and they chose to go here.” she groaned. Y/n gave her a wiry smile and shrugged moving them backwards to avoid being spotted. “Those two new faces are Lorenzo Berkshire and Mattheo Riddle."

Y/n's mind raced with questions. What were they doing here? Did they know she was working here? She had never once told them about her job as a bunny. The last thing she wanted was for her friends to see her in the bunny costume, serving drinks and flirting with the high-rollers. But here they were, looking as surprised to see her as she was to see them.

Theodore's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he spotted her. He nudged Draco and whispered something, causing Draco's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise and snap to her and Pany’s frames. They began to make their way over to Them, the other three following closely behind. Y/n's hands grew clammy as she gripped the tray of cocktails she was carrying.

"Well, if it isn't the lovely Y/n," Theodore said, his voice smooth as silk. "Fancy meeting you here."

Y/n's cheeks flushed, and she tried to compose herself. "Hi, Theo, Draco, Blaze" she managed to say, her eyes darting to the newcomers. "Lorenzo, Mattheo, I'm so sorry, I don't think we've met."

Lorenzo, a dashing young man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. "Lorenzo Berkshire," he said, extending a hand. "But you can call me Enzo. And this," he indicated the taller, more mysterious-looking guy beside him, "is Mattheo Riddle." Mattheo gave a slight nod, his brown eyes assessing her in a way that made her feel nervous.

"What are you guys doing here?" Y/n asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.

"Just thought we'd check out the local nightlife," Theodore said with a wink. "And what do you know, we stumbled upon a familiar face. Or two," he added, glancing at Pansy.

Pansy rolled her eyes annoyed. "How’d you find out that we worked here."

"So, what can we get you to drink?" Y/n offered, changing the subject.

Theo gave her a charming smile, “Thank you for asking Bunny, we’ll take 7 Playhard selterz”

“We can’t drink on the job”

“Five then”

“That’s $84.95” Pansy says, quickly adding in her head, “Do you want to pay now or do you want to put it on a credit?”

As the night went on, the group chatted and laughed, and Y/n found herself relaxing in their company. They talked about school and the latest gossip. The tension of keeping her secret job dissipated as they sipped on expensive whiskeys and shared stories.

Lorenzo and Mattheo proved to be charming conversationalists, asking questions about her life and interests. Theodore and Draco regaled them with tales of their latest escapades, and Blaze had them all in stitches with his wry sense of humor.

Theo had generously offered to take her home after she mentioned to the group during their study session that her car was in the shop, Pansy couldn’t take her home because she had decided to go on a last-minute date with her girlfriend without telling her.

Theo's car pulled up in front of the office building where Y/n had spent the last eight hours tirelessly working. He stepped out, his eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto hers. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he offered his hand to help her into the passenger seat.

The leather interior of the car was inviting, and Y/n sank into it with a sigh of relief. The scent of his cologne filled the space, a faint hint of sandalwood and mint, a comforting presence that she hadn't realized she missedes during the workday. He closed the door with a soft click, and she watched as he rounded the car, his movements swift and purposeful. The engine roared to life, and they pulled away from the curb, leaving the office block behind them.

The dinner was at a quaint little Italian restaurant tucked away in a cozy corner of the city, one that Y/n had heard of but never had the chance to visit. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of silverware against plates filled the air as they were led to a candlelit table by the window. Theo held out her chair, and she sat down, feeling a bit like Cinderella at the ball. The menu was a delightful puzzle of exotic dishes and traditional favorites, and Y/n found herself torn between the options, her stomach rumbling in anticipation.

Theo leaned over, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I know a little secret," he whispered. "The chef here makes the best Fettuccine Alfredo in the city."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so?"

"Trust me," he said with a knowing nod. "You won't regret it."

And she didn't. The food was heavenly, the pasta coated in a rich, creamy sauce that seemed to melt in her mouth. They talked about their days, shared laughs, and swapped stories, the conversation flowing as easily as the wine. Theo's eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as if he was afraid she'd vanish if he looked away.

As the evening drew to a close and their plates were cleared away, Theo reached across the table, his hand enveloping hers. "I've had a wonderful time," he said, his voice earnest. "Thank you for letting me take you out."

Y/n felt her cheeks warm. "Thank you for the invitation," she replied, her voice a bit shakier than she'd like to admit.

They drove through the city, the neon lights flashing by in a colorful blur as Theo navigated the streets with ease. The car was filled with the sweet melody of a saxophone playing a soft jazz tune, setting a romantic atmosphere. Y/n leaned her head back against the seat, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks.

When they arrived at her apartment, Theo walked her to the door, his hand at the small of her back. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension that had been building throughout the night. She turned to face him, her heart racing as she searched his eyes for any hint of what was to come.

Theo leaned in, and for a moment, Y/n thought he was going to kiss her. But instead, he pressed his forehead to hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Thank you," he murmured. "For a perfect evening."

Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a contented sigh. "Thank you," she whispered back.

He pulled away, his thumb tracing her cheek gently before dropping his hand to his side. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, Theo," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Theo only had one thought: If he kissed her, he wouldn’t be able to stop there.

With one final lingering look, he stepped back and watched as she unlocked the door and she stepped inside, as the door clicked shut, she turned to find Theo still standing there, his gaze on her until she was safely inside. With a soft smile, she waved goodbye, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the evening's meal.

They went on mini-dates after, he took her to see the stars on the roof of his building, to a quiet coffee shop where they talked until the early hours of the morning, and even to a surprise concert of her favorite band.

Each date was more perfect than the last.

Theo's heart raced as he parked his car in front of Y/n's apartment complex. The neon lights of the arcade had cast a playful glow on their faces all evening, and the flirty banter had escalated into something more. Something electric. Something that could no longer be ignored.

He walked her up to her door, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back, feeling the heat radiating from her body. The anticipation was palpable as she turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nerve. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them once, and he took that moment to step closer, their bodies almost touching. He picked them up, handing them back to her with a mischievous smirk.

"You seem a bit flustered Bunny," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Y/n giggled, her cheeks flushing a delicious shade of pink. "Maybe I am."

With the door unlocked, she stepped inside, turning to look at him expectantly. He took it as an invitation and followed, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, with only a small lamp in the corner casting a warm, intimate glow over her tastefully decorated living space. The tension grew as they both knew what was about to happen.

Theo took Y/n's hand and led her to her bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. She sat down on the edge of her bed, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her in the dim light. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she bit her bottom lip, watching him as he approached.

He reached out and began to trace his fingers along the neckline of her blouse, his touch light and teasing. Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. "You know, I've been thinking about this all night."

Y/n's heart fluttered, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Me too."

Theo kissed her neck gently, his hands moving to the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, revealing the exquisite lingerie she had chosen for the evening. The sight of her in the delicate lace and silk made his breath catch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he peeled the dress away from her body. She was left in nothing but her underwear, and he couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her, taking in every inch of her perfect figure.

Y/n's hands began to tremble as she reached for the button on his jeans. He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He stepped out of them, and she took a moment to appreciate the bulge in his boxers before her hands reached in to free him.

Theo groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together as she began to stroke him. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, his hands exploring her body as he kissed his way down her chest. He cupped her breasts through the lace, feeling her nipples harden against his palms. He took one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until she gasped.

Moving lower, he slid her panties off, revealing her wet, glistening center. He took a moment to breathe in her scent before diving in, his tongue flicking against her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face as he worked his magic.

Theo looked into her eyes, a silent question lingering between them. Her pupils dilated with anticipation, she nodded ever so slightly, giving him the green light. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. She felt his hands gently part her thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. He kissed her inner thighs, his lips soft and tender, as if worshipping the very essence of her. His kisses grew closer to her center, and she could feel her body responding, her heart racing.

As his tongue met her clit, she gasped, the sensation electrifying. He began to lick and suck, his movements tentative at first, as if he were learning the landscape of her pleasure. She arched her back, her hands finding his hair, guiding him closer. He took the hint, increasing his pace and pressure, delving deeper into her folds. The wet sounds filled the air, mixing with her breathy moans.

Theo felt the tension building within her, like a coil tightening with every stroke of his tongue. He was relentless, exploring her with a hunger that was both thrilling and overwhelming. She could feel herself approaching the edge, the warmth spreading from her core, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted to savor every second of this intimate dance.

Suddenly, she felt too much. Her body was a live wire, her nerves alight with sensation. She whispered his name, a plea for respite, but he only redoubled his efforts, eager to bring her to the brink. Her hips began to buck, her thighs tightening around his head, trying to escape the intensity of his touch.

The overstimulation was exquisite, a delicious agony that had her teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo threatening to shatter her. "Theo," she moaned, "I can't... it's too much."

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. He knew exactly what she needed. He slowed down, kissing her gently, allowing her to catch her breath. Her body was still quivering, her pulse racing. He whispered reassurances, his words a gentle caress against her sensitive flesh.

Taking his time, he continued to pleasure her, his tongue now a soft, teasing caress that allowed her to come down from the peak, only to build her back up again. He knew her body, knew her rhythms, and played them like a maestro conducting a symphony. Her breath hitched, her toes curled, and she felt herself climbing once more.

As she reached the summit, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking gently. "Come on Bunny, Cum for me" The sensation was too much to bear, and she came apart in his arms, her body convulsing with the force of her release. The wave crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

"Good girl," Theo kissed his way up her body, tasting her sweetness, feeling her heart pound against his chest. "Was that okay?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

"More than okay," she gasped, still riding the aftershocks of pleasure.

He smiled against her skin, feeling his own arousal grow stronger. "Your turn," she whispered, reaching down to stroke him.

Theo's eyes darkened, and he positioned himself over her. "But first," he said, his voice thick with desire, "I want to feel you all around me." He pushed into her, slow and deliberate, watching as her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, but he held back, wanting this moment to last forever. He leaned in, capturing her mouth with his, their tongues tangling together as he pushed deeper.

Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Theo," she murmured, her voice husky with need.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through her. He picked up the pace, his movements growing more urgent as he felt his own climax approaching. But he didn't want it to end. He wanted to stay here, lost in the warmth and wetness of her, forever.

But he knew she needed more. He pulled out and rolled her over, pushing her face down into the pillow. "On your knees," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

Y/n obeyed, her ass in the air, the lace of her lingerie framing it perfectly. He took a moment to appreciate the view before he positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her slick folds. He pushed in, filling her completely, and she moaned into the pillow.

The sensation of his thickness inside her was almost too much, but she pushed back, taking him deeper. He began to thrust, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he claimed her from behind. She felt so full, so used, and it was everything she had ever wanted.

Her walls tightened around him, and he could feel her getting closer. "Do you like that?" he grunted, his hips pistoning into her.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice muffled by the fabric. "More."

Theo smacked her ass playfully, watching it jiggle with every thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuating their moans and gasps.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered into her ear. "You're going to make me cum so hard."

"Do it," she begged, her body on fire. "Cum inside me."

Theo couldn't hold back anymore. With one last, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado. He hovered over her, his chest heaving with the effort. "Flip over Bunny," He asked her but he didn't wait, he flipped her over and pressed her knees to her chest.

With a low growl, Theo pushed into her, the intensity of his thrusts increasing with every passing second. His eyes bore into hers, a wild hunger reflected in their depths, and she could feel him throbbing inside of her. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned in protest, a rhythmic counterpoint to their passionate dance.

Her eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure as he began to pound into her again. He kissed her, hard and demanding, as he felt his cock throb with every beat of his heart. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met his every thrust.

Theo's muscular body hovered over Y/n's, his breath hot and ragged on her neck as he gripped her hips tightly. The room was bathed in the flickering glow of lamps, casting dancing shadows across their entwined limbs. The air was thick with the scent of desire and sweat, the only sounds their mingling gasps and the soft slap of skin against skin.

Y/n's nails dug into the taut muscles of Theo's back as she arched up to meet each powerful stroke. Her legs wrapped around his waist tighter, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that made her toes curl and her body quiver.

Theo leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss that stole the last of her breath. His tongue claimed hers in a dance as fierce as their lovemaking, their teeth clashing occasionally in their haste. His hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched, as he pinned her to the mattress with his weight.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let herself be lost in the sensation, in the feeling of being utterly consumed by him. His movements grew more erratic, more primal, as he chased his own release. Y/n's moans grew louder, filling the room, as she felt the pressure building within her.

With a final, desperate surge, Theo reached between them, his thumb brushing against her clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The world around her shattered as she came, her body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed soon after, his own orgasm ripping through him with the force of a tempest, his body taut and shaking.

For a moment, they remained locked in their intimate embrace, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Theo's weight grew heavier on her, but it was a comforting, grounding force that she didn't want to leave. They lay there, entangled in a mess of sheets and limbs, basking in the afterglow of their passion.

Finally, with a gentle smile, he kissed her forehead before rolling onto his side and pulling her into the crook of his arm. "Are you okay Bunny?" he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against her ear.

Y/n nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. "More than okay."

INFO:

Keyholders - the upper echelon of Playboy Club membership - were the only men Bunnies could date. They were called C1 Keyholders, a group of Playboy execs and anyone Hugh Hefner or the company wanted to impress.

I changed and added some of the Bunny Manual but if you want to see the actual book you can look at it with the link. I did do a deep dive into the history and stuff, deffo need to bleach my eyes after some of the things I saw.

I don’t intend to say anything bad about the Playboy name, in fact I do admire all of the hard work that the ladies did in from the 1960’s – 2021. Having to memorize 143 different alcohols and keeping up with that strict dress code? I could never. Anyways, I think I’ve been shadow-banned and I might be cooked, smh I don’t even know what I did. I also learned a new vocab word!

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glittervame · 1 month ago

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One Direction via Instagram

#liam payne #rip liam payne

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glittervame · 2 months ago

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“my pretty girl”, “my princess” come take my clothes off rn

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