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“Young man, there are two cringe-worthy phrases in one’s life that must be said, no matter what.”

“Which two?”

“‘Thank you’, and 'I’m sorry’.”

“What can anybody do to me if I don’t say them?”

“Someday, you’ll say those words in tears.”
― Mo Xiang Tong Xiu, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“I have to use your toothbrush?” He looks skeptical and I tilt my head. “You can throat my cock and swallow my cum, but the toothbrush is going too far?”
― Nyla K., Distorted

“Every scratch," he whispered, his tone gentle and comforting. "Every bruise, I will pay back in fire and blood."
I blinked. "Um...that is so sweet but so unnecessary.”
― Kimberly Lemming, That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?” I can barely think.

“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King