#get a little teary bros

[deliciousdefendorinternet]

do you think Branch would still feel somewhat uncomfortable around his Bros in the future? Due to being so unfamiliar with being a part of a family? 😞😞😞😞

even tho they seemed like they were willing to try at being a family again at the end of TBT but obviously 20 something years is a Hell of a long time and in Branch's case it was pretty much his whole life.

so do you think there'd still be a level of tension and uncomfortability?

like maybe we see the other Bros just playing happy families seemingly easily slotting back into their old dynamic while of course having fun sharing the newer parts of their lives with each other.

but maybe Branch would still feel somewhat uncomfortable about it even if he isn't exactly sure why or maybe he even straight up has a touch of imposter syndrome feeling like he doesn't belong in the family or any kind of family for that matter.

given he spent nearly his entire life as a loner so I can't imagine suddenly being expected to slot into a a big family would be all that easy kinda different from the other Bros where they all mostly grew up together.

and even after splitting apart went on to still have close people in their lives Bruce obviously had his wife and later children Clay had Viva and the rest of the Putt Putt Trolls.

and while Floyd doesn't have any cannon relationships I imagine he was a fairly sociable person who at least had close friends over the years.

only exception is JD given he also lived mostly alone for all those years with only Rhonda for company but he still Grew up with the Brothers and their Grandma up until he was likely a late teenager/young adult.

so I feel Branch would very likely be the one who'd have the Hardest time adjusting to just suddenly being a part of a large family again or any kind of family at all really.

what do you think? do you think there'd still be some awkwardness/uncomfortableness from Branch when it comes to his Family in the future?

I find this stuff interesting to think about lol I Really got my Fingers crossed we do get that Christmas Special in the future and they explore something like this since it'd be a pretty good chance to do so if it does take place around Bro zone's first Christmas back together as a family.

Branch straight up lived by himself as an orphan for most of his life so having him just be all okay and easily adjusting to having 4 Brothers back in his life would be disappointing tbh.

[sexbot300]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ brat-tamer!toji

authors note: no thots, just him. this is just pure smut, sorry lollllll. need him so bad u don’t understand. with that being said, minors dni, 18+ ! thank you for the love on my first few posts! i appreciate it all of it <3 i'm not ignoring my messages btw, just extremely busy with my studies! ♡

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brat-tamer!toji who notices you acting up and simply asks, “cranky because you ain’t got dick today?”

brat-tamer!toji who only looks at you with a raised brow and (huge) arms across his chest when you purposely try to piss him off. so cute.

brat-tamer!toji who purposely puts his entire body weight on top of you when you beg him to stop due to overstimulation. he tugs you even closer, just laughing in your face.

brat-tamer!toji who stops thinking coherent thoughts when he sees you in a sundress.

brat-tamer!toji who rewards your good behavior with head (lets you squirt) and also punishes your bad behavior with head (denies you relief, gives in eventually, sometimes).

brat-tamer!toji who loooovessssss shoving your face into the pillow while you whine, pant, and moan. he loves to put your head into a headlock with his bicep, as drool escapes your lips, and you’re babbling like an idiot while he’s hitting it from the back.

brat-tamer!toji who casually lifts you up and fucks you in the air as if just anyone can do it. “such a perfect little pocket pussy,” he snickers.

brat-tamer!toji who gets you cock drunk so often (he’s starting to think that it’s your normal state).

brat-tamer!toji who likes to make you count every time he spanks the fat of your ass when arched up across his lap. slap! “24…” you say with a slight moan, biting your bottom lip in, as he soothes the red outline forming on your cheek. he grins above you, “should’ve known a cock-bent whore like you would take this as pleasurable rather than punishment.”

brat-tamer!toji who makes a safe word with you early on (which you tease him for doing so early, he only tsks because he knows YOU know how much you mean to him and he puts your well-being above anything else).

brat-tamer!toji who has a hidden collection of pictures on his phone with you smiling, his cum decorating your face.

brat-tamer!toji who grips your face in the middle of a make out session, pulling away as he notices your fucked out, panting expression. “open.” you quickly open up your mouth as he slowly lets spit hit onto your tongue. he lightly chuckles. “obedient slut.” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wanting more. “swallow.”

brat-tamer!toji who finds his favorite position to be when his massive balls are hitting your clit and he mercilessly pounds, abusing your little cunt from the back as he strings profanity out of his mouth. or a full nelson where he just tells you to, “shut the fuck up and take it.” or even a mating press where he can pummel his cum into you while seeing your face contort in pure bliss. “y-yeah. ‘ust let loose. go dumb on this dick.”

brat-tamer!toji who regularly calls you; “slut, (needy or cock) whore, vixen, pretty, disgusting, (stupid) bitch, brat, bad girl, good girl, perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, princess, angel, (sex or fuck) toy, doll, bunny, cum-slut, cum-dumpster, sugar… etc”

brat-tamer!toji who gets annoyed at your endless ramblings about your day, he sighs and tells you to get on your knees. you promptly do that, but to push his buttons you don’t stop rambling on and on and on. somehow, this man manages to get his 8 (girthy) inches down your throat. “cant complain with my cock in your mouth, huh?” he only smirks as you become teary-eyed, moaning a little at his statement, lapping your tongue up and down like a starving dog. he throws his head back, forearms supporting him while you bob your head back and forth on his thick length. “hey… never said that my cock doesn’t appreciate your tongue. s’ch a good girl when you do what you’re made for. unh!”

brat-tamer!toji who presses against you into a mirror, his broader, massive frame encasing you while he stares into your soul. “i-i don’t understand what i did?” you look up at him feigning innocence, batting your eyelashes. fingers caress his forearms, down his hard bicep, and lightly trace his hardened outline. his eyes never leave yours, a stern, menacing look to the average person, but you can tell he’s about to have you praying for mercy in another way. “of course you don’t understand what you did.” you whine slightly when his fingers suddenly grab a fist full of your hair, burning your scalp, his voice turns mockingly softer. “all you know in that pretty, empty, head of yours is just fucking. nothing else.” he quickly releases you, eliciting a gasp, magically flipping you around in an instant so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror now. “told you not to play with yourself until i came home. but you just haaad to be difficult.” he gripped the vibrator in one hand that was tucked away, pressing it against your lips. “spit.” you spat on it, eyes full of want. he only snickered and smirked. “good luck thinking I’m going to let you cum. stare in the mirror while I do this.” he turned the toy on, a vibrating tune humming throughout the room. “need you to realize how pathetic you look begging.” you gasped slightly, “b-but-" he proceeds to pry your legs apart with one massive thigh, his hand gripping the front of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “push your skirt up. you lost your right to cum, stupid whore. cum without permission, see what happens.”

brat-tamer!toji who loves to fuck you on his fingers. he loves the lewd noise it makes while ramming his two middle fingers in and out, or up and down. he loves to see your jaw go slack as you beg him to stop. “i-it’s… uhhhhhh! t-to- ah! -ji, toooooo-uhhh much!” he never loses focus, “yeah? yeah?” he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, “quite honestly, don’t care what you think.” he only licks his lips, his scarred lip grins with anticipation to finally taste you when you unfold.

brat-tamer!toji who degrades you like it’s a living but LIVES for your filthy mouth. he loves that you talk back, he’ll never admit it. he loves putting cum sluts like you in their place.

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brat-tamer!toji who weirdly… gets needy at times when you finish. he’ll hold you from behind, shutting his eyes while his arms are wrapped around, practically glued to your torso, the backside of your body molds perfectly to the front of his. legs intertwined, your head against his chest, a moment of pure bliss shared between you two. “who knew the big bad toji likes to cuddle?” “shut up.”

(silly toji! i need him to ruin me)

[princessbrunette]

sleepy n thinkin ab using rafe while he’s on game!!

he’s too focused to care that you’re just so needy for him, whining and crying because you want him so bad till it gets to the point where you’re splayed in front of him, panties gone n rubbing yourself on his bulge just to feel a little bit better!!

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something about his nonchalance only further riles you up. he dodges around your head when you straddle him— hot in the face and teary eyed. you’d become tired of being ignored, but that romantic sickness that swirled in your stomach betrays you, and you miss him despite his presence being so close physically. he’s right there, but he hasn’t so much as glanced at you in hours.

his bulge presents itself to you. it’s always there, thick and prominent in any pair of slacks he wears, even clear in the old pair of grey sweatpants he wears to bed. you wondered why rafe never would be caught dead in the casual garment, being such a popular clothing item to sport among guys his age — and aside from his attachment to old money and being a ‘grown man’, maybe he wouldn’t wear sweatpants out doors because he was afraid of showing too much. after all, you could practically see each vein in his cock through the material.

if ignoring you for a screen wasn’t enough, he wears a headset today too. he’s not even a gamer, he wouldn’t call himself one anyway — viewing it as a hobby to be juvenile and time wasting. however; he was a sucker for 2K, coarse thumbs dashing across joysticks as he swears into the mic, undoubtably bossing topper or kelce about, telling them to pull their weight. classic rafe.

your legs are split either side of him as you find solace in the warm skin of his neck, peeking from the blue t-shirt he wears. he doesn’t mind you, it’s nothing he’s not used to anyway — your clingy and grabby ways catching up with you after an evening of being pretty much ignored for his friends and virtual characters on a screen. you’ve soaked yourself, it’s embarrassing really — how much watching your boyfriend relax and blow off steam can rile you up. like previously mentioned, it’s the lack of acknowledgment too. at this point, you’d do anything to appoint the attention to yourself.

“careful, baby.” is all he offers, barely opening his mouth to say it as he concentrates on the screen. you respond with a pleased hum as you grind on his bulge and he adjusts his headset, sitting up a little straighter with paranoia that his friends might hear. despite this, he continues to play — and you continue to hump him.

it’s clear it feels good for him too, because whilst he outwardly ignores you— he leans back, licking his lips and bucking his hips ever so slightly to adjust his seating, eyes glued to the screen. he even continues to boss his friends around through his headset, but you’re refusing to ignore the way his voice comes out just that bit breathier and slower, playing a little worse on the screen.

he knows when to call it quits on the game — and it’s when you really start putting on a show. you sit back, feet pressed onto the bed as you spread your knees wider — displaying your cunt fully to him as you grind, letting your pleased whimpers free without a care for his friends hearing. you tune in to what he’s saying through the mic as he speaks his farewell.

“alright — hey, i’m goin’. my girls — shutup, topper — my girl needs me. don’t expect you suckers to understand. yeah whatever bro.” you’re not sure what he’s responding to and you don’t care, only whining when your folds audibly part, your stickiness calling to him.

he yanks the headset off his head and looks down on you with a glassy gaze and parted lips.

“you wanna be heard. that right?”

“no, just want you.” you combat pathetically, panting like a puppy as you hump on your boyfriend.

“yeah…” he drawls, grasping a thick handful of your hip, lips shining from his tongue’s coat in the darkened hue of his bedroom. “you want attention. tha’s what you fuckin’ want.”

you pout at this, wishing he’d drop the mean act for just a moment. you can usually work it out of him, keep pleasing him ‘til he breaks — getting soft and sometimes even silly on you. you roll your hips, inspiring a low hum from him now as he helps you along with two hands on your ass.

“maybe i just missed you, rafey.” you groan, high pitched and bordering on pornagraphic. his nose scrunched when his lips part, eyes fixated on the way your folds part around the girth of his shape in his sweatpants.

“so god damn fuckin’ sexy.” he speaks through gritted teeth, and in a split flash you’re on your back — rafe hovering above you with strong greedy hands pinning you down. “gettin’ off on my lap. who’d you think you are, hm?” he hums, taking the lead as he noses at your jaw. there’s a faint clattering of his headset sliding off the sheets but you ignore it, lost in the moment.

“think m’your girl.” you daze, and if there’s any message your boyfriend drills into your head, it’s that his girl is allowed to take what she wants. even from him.

“got that right.” he’s fighting his sweatpants down with one hand, shoving your thighs open with the other. you didn’t need any preparation today, the art of being purely ignored for a game had gotten you as wet as they come.

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[old-lorarri]

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ─ 𝐒𝐕𝟓 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ it's been a year without everyone's fav motorsports couple and people are still in morning but everyone is happy that they are living there best life together ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ sebastian vettel x fem! wife! motogp! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ geez it's been a while since I've written for seb sorry about that folk lol but anyway this is kinda short n sweet so enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

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yourinstagram 10 years and 10 championships with red bull

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user Danke Y/N 😞💗🇩🇪

user thank you for everything

user Waiting for you to come back...

user I came here after watching the episode on Drive to Survive to see if it was real lol

user Still hurts a little to hear about it

user it's not funny anymore please come back :((((

user Y/N the joke's over pls come back 😭😭

user Patiently waiting for you to come back, Y/N.

user alright, you can come back now Y/N and bring seb too 😭

user funny joke man it’s been a year come back please

user 2nd January 2024 and I still get teary eyed reading this 🥺

user Almost a year ago and still not properly processed 💔

user still so sad you are gone motogp will never be the same but so happy you are living your best life with seb

user mother come back

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel I won the most important race. It was the race into the heart of the love of my life, Y/N. I love you.

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user He’s getting comfortable here . We love to see it.

user Y/N come get your man, he wildin

user Sebastian Rizzel

user Retirement has Seb has him being present.

user First he dropped that "but I also love..." and now this? What did retirement do to you, Seb?

user The greatest couple ever.

user Rizzking

user Someone cut onions there 🥺❤️

user Everyone needs someone like that in life. I’m glad you found yours 🙂

user Met his idol, got to F1, won 4 World Titles, got the love of his life, and retired in form. Bro won in life

user SWEETESTTTT SWEETESSTT EVERER

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@blerb-f1 ─ If you're still doing requestss, would you do sth for Seb?👉👈 I miss him sm. Maybe sth with him and Reader both champions in different racing series(I'd write myself but writer's block kicking my ass)

[awearywritersworld]

fushiguro toji x reader summary: toji takes his pretty wife to the art museum w/c: .5k tags/warnings: smut. unprotected sex. sex in a public bathroom. "daddy". fem!reader. 18+ a/n: bro why is he so large??? like let me breathe?? anywho, this is the product of a little too much wine. sort of a continuation to this fic masterlist

*nsfw below the cut*

he can't take it anymore.

you begged toji to take you out to the art museum, and of course he acquiesced, but the cute little dress you're wearing is absolutely killing him.

your fingers are laced through his, dragging him along as you excitedly point out different pieces you like. he's surrounded by some of the most impressive, priceless art in the world, yet his eyes don't leave you. not even for a second.

he finally breaks when you bend over to inspect the details of a painting, revealing your tiny cotton panties to his hungry eyes.

"fuck," he growls, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you toward the bathroom. "need you, baby. now."

"t-toji, slow down." you're tripping over yourself trying to keep up with his long strides, but heat pools between your legs with each step.

he rips the bathroom door open, not even bothering to lock it behind him before he's got you pinned against the tile wall, his lips on your neck.

"what if someone hears? we could get kicked out or-"

"sweetheart, you're the most beautiful thing in this whole place," he mumbles against your skin. "we wouldn't be missing anything."

that's enough to leave you hazy eyed with desire, any worry about consequences thrown out the window.

he grabs you by the waist roughly, growing more impatient with each passing second, and lifts you up onto the counter. as he pulls your legs apart, your dress rides up, and he knows there isn't a view in the world more perfect.

he pulls your panties to the side before running a calloused finger up your folds, groaning loudly when you push yourself against his hand. "you're such a needy little thing."

you just nod up at him, your chest heaving with anticipation as he fumbles with his belt and pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. the sight of it makes your mouth water.

you whimper when he presses the tip to your entrance, your legs wrapping around his waist eagerly. he easily slides inside, his pace already unforgiving. "shit, you take me so well, baby."

his movements are rushed— desperate, even— but you don't even think about commenting on it. you know he'd have you bent over his knee the very next second.

"you're my good girl, you know that? letting me use this pretty pussy whenever i want," he grunts, his strong hands squeezing at the flesh of your hips greedily.

you bite down on his shoulder, trying to stifle your moans, but you feel so full and he grazes your cervix with every thrust and the string of filthy words in your ear is just too much-

you nearly cry out in frustration when his movement stills, not yet realizing someone had walked in on the both of you. the stranger chokes out something of an apology before pulling the door closed and toji just looks at you with a smirk.

"please daddy, don't stop," you plead with teary eyes, one hand grabbing at his bicep weakly.

he considers your words for a moment and he really does hate denying his sweet little wife, but toji is nothing if not a cruel man. "beg for it."

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 Minors DNI!)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ── Sooo I originally uploaded this on my BBY boy’s birthday to celebrate it because he means the WORLD to me bro frrr. But it accidentally got deleted and I only found out about it after a month or sth sooo yeah…poop happens. Anyways enjoy my naugthy boii smut tysm ✨

Lover boy Yuuta who couldn’t forget you after your little escapade together. You were both on vacation and only had a few days left before you had to say your goodbyes and go back to your respective cities.

He gave you the warmest hug the day you two parted ways. His cute straw hat and the fluttering pink on his cheeks had you missing him already.

‘See you soon,’ His much bigger hand held yours. long fingers locking with your smaller ones. ‘Talk to me when you get home.’

You felt frustrated. Having to leave Yuu just a few days after meeting him…

He had the biggest warmest heart and the thickest cock to match, ate your ass like a god till you almost ripped his bedsheets and muttered the sweetest words when he cuddled you on the late summer nights..

‘come visit me soon. I’ll be missing you too…’ You planted a peck on the tip of his nose and smiled, eyes still lustfully glued to his dark ones.

Lover boy Yuuta who kept in close touch with you ever since then. He got more lovesick by the day and hornier by the night. Calling you more often and loosening you up mid convo. Asking you what you’re wearing, the fabric and color of your underwear. Teasing you about the nights he made you cum in tears, reminiding you of how much you whined and moaned, clawed at his back muscles and squirted on his stomach. The sound of his voice talking you into touching yourself, making you crave him more as he does the same. Your whines of dissatisfaction at his absence merge with his deep groans and hearty giggles.

‘Come on sweets…nghh don’t leave me hanging here…cum with me, sweetheart’ He strokes himself faster, making your shaky hands rub your heat.

‘Yuuta…need you so much, my pussy wants you so bad’

‘We’ll be together soon, promise you babe’

He cums and groans low, cursing at how bad he wishes it was your pussy lips squeezing him instead of his own hand.

Lover boy Yuuta who got so embarassed about the idea of sending you nude pictures of him. Not only is he self conscious about how big his cock is but he still wants his girlfriend to see him all soft and vulnerable for her.

You received a pic from him late at night. White towel wrapped around his waist, barely covering past his V-line. He took the pic with a cheeky smirk, big doe eyes shiny and his hair a slightly moist from the shower he just took.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s finally arrived at your homecity, waiting impatiently . You noticed him in his grey sweatpants, waving at you and holding his arms wide open for you to finally fall into. He pulled you in the tightest hug and squeezed your body closer to his, gently stroking your hair.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s been horny for days. His balls all tight and heavy, waiting to be milked dry inside your pretty pussy. He tried to be a sweetheart and give it some time before fucks you dumb, but you couldn’t help waiting and pulled him into your room, dropping to your knees in front of him and pulling his sweatpants lower.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s fuzzy and flustered, he makes sure that he’s not pressuring you into anything like the sweetheart he is, but your eyes bubbling with hearts and your glossy lips planting the wettest kisses on his cock soon shut him up.

‘Oh babe, you feel so good..’

He ruffles your hair and buries your face into his crotch. ‘Do something to me, my balls are so heavy for you, princess.’

Your nose digs into his trimmed pubes. He smells so good and feels so big in your little mouth. Your throat struggles to make space for him but you still take him in. Your teary eyes glance up at him, giving him a lovedrunk stare, fondling his balls softly in your palms.

You suck him off for hours, laying your head on his thigh and licking the sticky precum off his tip, eyes locked with his and nails gently teasing his gorgeous balls.

‘How you doing luv? feels good?’

He shivers and squeezes his thighs around your head, his length twitching and mouth half open in feverish desire.

‘D-Don’t wanna cum yet…wanna do it in your tight pussy’

‘She missed you too..come fuck her like you hate her’

He kisses you senseless, groping your ass and rubbing it back and forth on his hard-on. His moans vibrate against your lips, getting deeper and louder as does his frustration.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s fucking you stupid. His balls are bouncing up and down, bumping on your tiny asshole and making you cry in pleasure.

He keeps you still with one arm and pulls your hair back with the other, having your tits rub against his face.

He smacks your ass on repeat, his large hands leaving their imprint on your skin as you mewl for him to let you cum.

‘Mmmh gosh…fuck my brains out Yuuta!, Make me pregnant’ He holds your face and sticking his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes and lustfully hammering into your tummy.

‘F-fuck..your pussy drives me crazy…Don’t ever leave me..luv you so much, agh’

He holds your hands and props you on his lap, sloppily making out with you and pawing all over your skin. He suckles you tongue and licks your lips till they’re all puffy and soft. The blush on his cheeks never tones down, and his glistening eyes turned teary from so much arousal. His hips rutted faster, raspy moans almost supressing yours.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s covered you all over with his sticky cum; inside your pussy, your butt, your tummy, your face, spurting on your breasts and sucking your nipples till they turned sore and raw.

You skins felt so warm and sticky, gross fluids and sweat covering you both and room getting all hot and foggy from your gasps and moans. He tired you up so much you cried on his dick, begging him to give you some rest as your knees shaked senseless.

‘It’s okay sweetie, bear with me a little more…nghh missed you so much, my big cock still wants more, yeah?’

‘Mmmh Yuuta, hic…p-please wait a sec…it hurtss’

‘Shh, you’re my big girl…You’re strong enough to take me, nice and good’

He cums inside you once more, plugging your cunt with his middle finger and planting a playful kiss on your cheek.

‘Thank you, Yuuta..’ You smile at him softly. You stare at him, all amourous and melty. Tummy so full with your boyfriend’s cum and arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace.

He holds you tight and rests his head on yours.

‘You’ll thank me more tomorrow, sweet cheeks.’

[privitivium]

I saw your pervy ghost fic and i was wondering if you could do one with the roles reversed (bottom male reader)

yandere, mean ghost x male reader......

yess... mmfgh. sorry if you meant subtop ghost, but im going w domtop ghost. perversion.. cw;; somnophilia, perverted ghost, dubcon, masturbation - all that... bro treating you cruelly. degredation.

ㅡdomtop ghost..... ekekekfjugh,,,, yandere ghost who,,, touches on you in the middle of the night when ur snoozing all peacefully - nothing sexual just yet. wondering why hes just so fucking mean to you, but then realizing how much he likes seeing your pouting, teary expressions,,, removing all ur blankets just to see ur body,,, touch on your legs and ur abdomen in admiration. your sleep paralysis demon; who you awake to jerking off ssitting on ur tummy. unable to move or do anything to stop him...

ㅡcannot imagine ever jerking off in the peace n quiet with the ghost around. growning all paranoid when you see a hulking shadow in the corner of your eye right when you cum bro,,, and even if it wasn't quiet; listening to some porno or even reading porn while touching yourself in bed or anywhere else in ur room,,, omg. live-in ghost making fun of you if you read while jerking off. LMFAOO bro manifesting in-between ur legs and scaring the shit out of you,,,

-"look at this-!" he marvels sarcastically, ignoring your soft little whines of nooo-!! huge hand gripping over yours and fluidly mimicking your jerking movements, with you struggling to stop your hand,,, but he only speeds up - your lotion + pre making it easier for him to bully you with his phantom hand; "what a fucking nerd, reading smut to get yourself off? christ, you damn dork..."

ㅡalso,,, him attaching himself to you. shit dont question how it works, ur his object of affection so now you gotta deal with him forever until he gets you to die so you can really be fucking stuck with him... bro following you everywhere and teasing the shit out of you,,, hands fazing through your pants and circling his thumb over your cockhead or even your rim out in public... purposefully getting you all hard so that you'd have to hide your groin with your huge jacket that he continuously oozed his ectoplasm cum onto - not that you know !!! purposefully getting you all hard just so you can run home all embarrassed!!! fucking jackass teasing the shit out of you,,, making fun of you for crying when you got hard,,,,

ㅡbro is relentless. cruel and persistent. "shiiit there we go... so glad you moved into my space, now i get to play with you as long as i want,,, not like ur going anywhere, huh?? no where to go. what a loser." making fun of you for not leaving him - not like he'd let you anyway..

-sabotaging your plans to hangout with ur friends, with family, with literally anyone.... fucking up your other plans to rent elsewhere........ like ur not going anywhere, silly. ghost whos the type to cum all over ur shampoo/conditioner - soap bottles in the shower just to relish in ur embarrassment when you go to pick it up n touch smth slimy. yeah.

[woahjo]

CAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

police officer Gojo who likes to fuck his partner police officer y/n on their free time

like they have a break or sum and they just fuck. not eat not rest, just fuck.

once they get like a message saying “we got someone” or sum thing, IT DONT MATTER OF GOJO WAS ABOUT TO CUM OR READER IS DRIPPING, THEY COMPLETELY STOP AND GO PROFESSIONAL MODE

YOU ARE SO UNSERIOUSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! mid fuck but bro it's go time....

like a fwb situation...... yeah..

cw: cop!gojo, fwb, car sex, no foreplay, mentions of teasing, possessiveness, overstimulation (m!receiving), little to no aftercare (interrupted sort of), no condom, spit

gojo crowds you into the backseat of the car, standing in front of the open side door. it's parked just behind an old warehouse, out of sight from the street lamps illuminating the nearby busy road. the cruiser lights are off and he fumbles hurriedly for his belt, the metal clamoring as he tosses it haphazardly onto the floor of the backseat.

"i'd say we have fifteen minutes," he breathes, crawling over you and pushing you deeper into the car.

you reach for his buttons, fingers trembling with anticipation as his hands move down to remove your belt and unbutton your uniform pants. satoru leans over to kiss you. he's sloppy and over eager, fumbling blindly with your bottoms and helping to pull them off as you raise your hips off the seat.

"close the door," you mutter, not really letting him sit up to do so.

he reaches behind him and grabs the handle, slamming it shut and situating onto all fours.

"ouch, fuck- my feet," he says, leaning down again to kiss you.

you reach eagerly between the two of you, fishing his cock from his boxers, already hard and leaking. he shudders when you touch him, his head relaxing a little against your mouth as he groans. you feel it vibrate against your lips, gathering precum with your thumb and spreading it down.

"you're already hard," you say, half-teasing, spitting into your open palm and taking him in your hand again.

"obviously," he groans, leaning to kiss at the sensitive skin on your neck. satoru bites down on the soft flesh and you gasp at the sudden feeling. "look at you."

you snort a small laugh, taking the back of his head in your free hand and guiding him back to your mouth. your hand runs along the steady curve of his cock, squeezing a little harder when you get to the top just to feel the way he jumps against your palm. you'd tease him all day if you could. satoru has a really nice way of acting when you get him riled up. he whines like a needy puppy, bucking his hips with teary eyes. you don't have time for that today though and guide him to your entrance with relative ease.

"you want it?" he asks through a slick grin.

"cocky little-" satoru pushes himself inside of you, interrupting your sentence, "shit."

satoru lets out a low groan as he slides in, dropping his head to mouth at the exposed skin of your collarbone. he bullies the hem of your shirt down with his face, biting and licking at any skin fortunate enough to be reached.

"knees up," he mumbles, reaching behind them and hiking them up to his waist.

it's an aggressive motion and he hits a sensitive spot on your leg that makes you wince. it'd have been unpleasant if you didn't like the way he handled you in his fervor. overeager and desperate, you find that he likes it when he man-handles you a bit in this needy state.

satoru rolls his hips into you, tucking himself deeper with a moan. you shudder, knotting your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and putting another hand on his ass to push him farther. he doesn't really waste any time easing you in. sometimes, satoru will fuck you painstakingly slowly just to savor the way you clench. today, he seems to be on a mission, bullying your cunt until it's molded into the shape of him.

when you're worked up like this, whining and clasping at his back to pull him closer, you sometimes feel like you're made for him. like god preordained satoru fucking you in the backseat of this cruiser behind this dumpy warehouse. it just feels right.

you can feel the muscles in his upper back shift with each thrust. you feel the way they tremble under your fingertips, threatening to break under the pressure of his pleasure. satoru kisses you sloppily while he fucks you, all teeth and tongue. he bites at your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. you tug your head back to let him pull on it, sucking the fleshy skin into his mouth before soothing his tongue over the ache.

"shit," he breathes. "i'm gonna cum first again."

"that's fine," you respond, taking the back of his head and pulling him close. "cum. please." you do this so often that it feels normal.

satoru sits up on his knees and takes your waist in his hands, situating you so that your hips are resting on the tops of his thighs. it's a bit uncomfortable, but he hits you deeper this way, getting you much closer, much faster. you gasp, reaching down to grab his wrists.

he piston's his hips, the exposed skin of his waist and pelvis slapping angrily against your inner thighs. you begin to tremble and satoru's grip on your waist tightens before he finishes inside of you. he fucks himself through his own orgasm with shaky breaths, mumbling about how he hopes you'll never be able to fuck anyone else.

you're not even sure if he knows he does this. satoru babbles like a man possessed. he says things that you think could probably get him arrested if you weren't as into it as you are. you clench down around him as pressure swells in your lower abdomen and satoru blindly begs for it.

"oh, come on," he says, practically drooling as he forces his eyes open. "come on, come on, come on, come on..."

when you cum, arching your back towards him as pleasure floods your body, you tighten your legs around him. your whole body shakes with relief, the desperation easing into something less urgent.

"there it is.." he says softly as you ride out the rest of it on his stilled hips.

finally, you let yourself relax. satoru leans against the window behind him, his tall framed crammed into the space. both of your chests heave and you stare at him for a second, just soaking in the image of him.

his shirt is unbuttoned at the top, loosened from all of your pulling, and his softening cock sits pretty against his thigh. you can see his lower abdomen peeking out from where his pants are sloppily unbuttoned and you watch as he tucks himself back into his boxers, zip up his pants, and blows a loose strand of white hair from his face.

you nudge him with your knee, feeling a second wind coming on and satoru gives you a puzzled look.

"what?"

you tuck your chin down and press your knee to him again, smiling a little.

"i kinda want a second round," you say casually, your eyes roaming the exposed part of his stomach. "you look good."

satoru laughs and bangs his head lightly against the window once. you know it fuels his ego when you say things like that and you smile at the way he grins. he's just about to lean back over you when the radio hums to life and illuminates the inside of the car with a glowing green.

you groan as you listen to the call. nothing serious, but you can't just ignore it and satoru grits his teeth and gives up on undoing his pants again, kissing you quickly before stepping out of the backseat.

[rafescurtainbangz]

giving zach head

bro would be gripping the sheets trying to thrash around. little whimpers coming out and an occasional mommy slips through his lips. i need this man bad…

+18 minor dni

Zach MacLaren wants to be dominated so bad.

“If you touch me or make a sound, I won’t let you cum.” That threat means absolutely nothing because there is no way he could stay silent, ever. His pathetic whines and moans spill from his lips as he praises you and thanks you between panting breaths.

He’ll try his best to keep his hands off you, gripping the sheets as a consolation, twisting in his large fingers as he digs his heels into the mattress. His muscular body trembles under your touch as you suck and twist. He’ll beg to cum; pleading for his release, reminding you what a good boy he’s been.

“Please. Please, just let me cum. I've been so quiet. I just - ugh… Feels so good, baby. Just - Fuck. Just lemme make you feel good, mommy. Can’t take it anymore. P-Please.”

You never say yes, leaving him in shambles as he tries to be a good boy and wait. You start to ride his thigh as you suck, making him cum instantly as he sees you use him to get yourself off; the wetness of your lace panties felt against his thick thigh.

He’ll release the most pornographic moan as he cums hard, muscles flexed, cheeks flushed, teary-eyed as he looks down at you like you hung the moon and stars. You’ll crawl toward him, slowly gripping his cheeks in your tiny hands as his eyes double, spitting his cum in his mouth, watching as his eyes roll back in his skull, his semi-soft cock getting instantly hard again.

He’ll pull you to his lips, kissing you hungrily as he begs you to ride him like only you can.

Hehehehe

[straykeedz]

felix the typa guy to hug you tight, get teary eyed and whimper so cutely when he's about to cum.

type of guy to hug again and say things like "it's okay" "let it all out" "pretty girl" and stroke your hair when you're about to cum.

type of guy who feels guilty easily if you feel the slightest bit of difficulty walking the next day.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to hurt you:(" aww.

kind of guy who sometimes gets shy midway and hides his face in the crook of your neck or cover your eyes. "don't look pleease" "i feel so shy" bro we fucked so many times already?

gets even more turned on when you slide your hand down to grip his balls and coo him to let it all out when he's about to release inside you..

sometimes even gets SO turned on that his ears and cheeks get visibly red.. almost like he has a fever. even his chest area turns a pinkish tone. cute! he cannot hide it even if he wants to, his face says it all :(

his priority is to make it as intimate as possible and make you comfortable.

he's a sweetheart like that.

-🍓

this was 😵‍💫 thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, 🍓. ❤️‍🩹🫂

oh, my sweet boy felix 🥺

he’s a a sweetheart indeed… lets out the softest sounds in bed because he gets so shy, but he can’t hide the way you’re making him feel so good every time. how do you do that? hides his face in the crook of your neck as he cums - you think it’s because he’s embarrassed to be seen in such a vulnerable state, but it’s actually because he needs to feel you even closer, he needs to breathe in your scent until it makes him dizzy. grips you tighter as he releases, and his orgasms with you are always so intense that every time he thinks he’s about to pass out.

and oh, he’s the sweetest when you’re about to cum… gaze on your face to not miss a single reaction from you, he wants to see every single face you make. he praises you so much, whispering sweet words in your ear as he focuses on your pleasure only. “you’re gonna cum for me, love?” “you’re so beautiful, my sweet angel” “cum for me, love, let go. i’m right here, you’re safe”. he’s so giving in bed he’ll probably make you cum a couple of times every time you have sex. it’ll nearly send him over the edge if he sees you roll your eyes in the back of your head as you’re releasing around him, and he forces himself to shut up so that he can hear the sweet sounds that fall from your lips.

aftercare is also a must with him, and he’ll feel so guilty if he sees you wince in pain after you’re done having sex 🥺 asks you a million questions like “was i too rough? did i go too hard?” “why didn’t you stop me, love?” “does it hurt that bad?” or probably feels guilty to the point he says things such as “ah, i knew i should’ve been more careful”. no matter how many times you tell him that you’re fine, that he didn’t hurt you and that you’re just a little bit sore because the sex was just so good, he’ll feel guilty nonetheless and spends the rest of the time smothering you with kisses and cuddles and even runs you a warm bath.

oh you’re right 🍓anon, he gets so shy sometimes 🥺 it mainly happens when he’s too much inside his head, wondering if he’s enough for you or if you still find him attractive. to you, it sounds completely absurd when he tells you, but at the same time you know that insecurities are a bitch. so you come up with a plan - show him how perfect he is, and how incredibly hot you find him. of course he gets shy and whiny at first, but then starts relaxing under your touch, and believes every word that comes out of your mouth. “how could you think i don’t find you absolutely perfect, hm?” poor boy gets so red in the face 🤧 “these arms? absolutely perfect. they hug me perfectly, and so tight when you make love to me.” “your body? stunning. every time i see you changing i have to wipe the drool off my face.” “your cock? perfect. the perfect size for me, reaches all the sweet spots and makes me cum so hard every time.” “oh, and don’t even get me started on your cute face!” the best part is that you mean every single word.

and oh - if you touch his balls… he’s cumming on the spot, there’s no way he can put off his orgasm. it’s his most erogenous zone. his balls are just so sensitive, there’s no way he can stop himself from shooting his load once you touch him there. he doesn’t tell you about it. you find out one day, when you’re giving him the most intense blowjob of his life. you cup his balls as you go down on him and before he can warn you, he’s releasing in your mouth, letting out le loudest sounds you’ve heard from him as his fingers grip the bedsheets. of course he gets embarrassed about it, tip of his ears turning of a bright red shade. you actually think it’s hot, though. so, whenever you want him to just lose control and let go, or whenever you find yourselves in a particularly heated session, you just let your hand travel all the way to his balls. you cup them, massaging them lightly and extremely delicately as you whisper in his ear things such as “mhh, be a good boy, felix, let go for me” or “give it to me, all of it, fill me up”.

intimacy is the keyword in your relationship with felix, both inside and outside the bedroom. but especially in the bedroom he needs to feel you close, to get lost in the feeling of your bodies intertwined, of the scent of your skin, the taste of your lips. he needs to feel close to you to the point it almost feels like your bodies are melting and fusing together. it’ll leave you breathless, dizzy, your body will feel as light as a feather once you’re done - and he’ll be there, by your side, taking care of you, because you’re his priority.

i need… i need to go outside and touch some grass… but thank you once more for sharing your thoughts with us, 🍓🩷

[christinarowie332]

“id be a fucking idiot if i said no to that”

matt sturniolo x reader

a smoke session with a pretty boy

warnings: suggestive asf ? droogs ofc . language

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i cough for the fourth time tonight .

“bro i thought you were like this stoner chick what’s going on ?” the boy sat opposite me asks , his voice deep with smoke after inhaling .

i regain my composure with teary eyes and sniff my nose while laughing .”your girlfriend grows some serious shit man” i say before coughing again and grabbing my white red bull from the table .

i take a sip and notice the blue eyed boy scrunch his eyebrows in confusion, smirking slightly. “my girlfriend? who said i had a girlfriend?”

“your weed was rolled in pink paper and i’m pretty sure they’re cherry flavored? u either have a girlfriend or you play for the other team” i reply matching his smirk and holding my arm out , gesturing him to pass over the blunt .

he inhaled one more time and passes it over with pinched fingers . he squints his eyes to hold in a cough before exhaling the thick vapor . “my brothers girlfriend gave us all a little hamper each for our birthdays . these were in them . but you are right that’s some serious weed” he laughs over the last sentence, leaning forward and grabbing his root beer .

“ahhh, of course . your matt right , chris’s brother?” i say while snuffing out the now fully smoked blunt and flicking in in a plant pot .

we were sat on a porch in some random kids garden on two opposite benches. i met chris last party me and my friend went to and to be honest i fully forgot about him until now , the whole night was a blur after being cross faded and getting home was a mystery .

“so that’s why you look so familiar!” i continue, slumping back in my chair and crossing my legs .

he mirrors my actions , leaning back and adjusting himself slightly thrusting his groin and man spreading . i watch him do this before realizing where i’m looking and quickly meet his gaze . his eyebrow twitched at this and smirked , noticing my gaze and huffs a laugh from his nose .

i take a deep breath to compose myself as i feel a rush of blood travel to my face and other places . “anyway , your brother seemed nice enough, his girlfriend too .” i say to try and diminish the growing tension.

“he didn’t mention you , somehow” he says eyeing me up and down , looking at my baggy low waisted cargos , then to my low cut long sleeve cropped sweater . his eyes not meeting for my own as his glare lingers like the smoke around us .

i shift slightly under his gaze , he notices and meets my eyes , pupils blown out and heavy from the high we both start to feel . the light blue i was becoming accustomed to ,shifting next to the pinkish tones . making them swim with lust.

“so you uh..” i clear my throat in anxiety , “you didn’t specify ?”

his face shifts from a calm and cold expression to a now confused one .

i take his silence as a hint and continue.

“u got a girlfriend?”

he smirks at this , tongue pressed to the inside of his mouth “i don’t no” he says quietly. his voice low and hourse

“play for the other team?” i tease raising eyebrows and leaning forward in challenge

“i’ll leave that to my brother nick” also leaning forward , not being intimidated and honestly intrigued as to where this is going .

i hum in response. leaning back because unlike him, i am extremely intimidated.

he shifts his body to the edge of his chair and leans over the table separating us . staring at it for a while seemingly fighting with his own thoughts. he hesitates for a moment before pushing himself off the chair and walking around the table towards me .

i watch as he does this , my heart racing slightly as he plops down next to me .

we both put an elbow on the back of the bench we now share . angling our bodies towards each other .

“i didn’t get your name?” he asks leaning back slightly and smiling .

“it’s y/n” i reply , tilting my head and smiling .

i could smell his cologne, mixed with the mint and weed on his breath as he whispers while leaning forward towards me. “your uh …” he hesitates trying to pick a respectful word to use , even though the thoughts he was having was far from it “your very pretty y/n.” he says while moving a piece of my hair behind my ear .

my breath hitches at his touch and i side eye his hand as it moves to the side of my head . the warm lighting highlighting the shadows from his veins .

i couldn’t think of a response , my body tensing up at his words and ceaseless touch . he enjoys the sight of me nervous and drops his hand to my thigh, running it upwards to my pocket .

in a trance i miss as he grabs the lighter that’s hanging out of said pocket and holds it up to my face . before grabbing another joint from his own pocket with a crooked teasing smile.

i roll my eyes and shake my head slightly before speaking. “wanna shot gun?” i ask with a raised eyebrow

his head snaps towards me . “i’d be a fucking idiot if i said no to that”

i snatched the joint and lighter from his hands , before lighting the rolled plant and chucking the lighter to the side .

i get up from my seat . feeling a surge of confidence and deciding to match his energy. “it’s better if i do this” i said before straddling his lap and adjusting myself on him .at the sudden movement he flinches and his eyes shoot to mine . widely in warning.

i’m the one smirking now knowing exactly what i’m doing before inhaling the blunt , taking a long drag not breaking the eye contact. i put my arm holding the joint out to side and putting my free hand on his jaw . i tilt his head up before closing the distance and blowing the smoke into his mouth .

he keeps the eye contact still , never looking away , but tilting his head upwards , exhaling the smoke and biting down on his bottom lip agains a smile threatening to form .

we stay looking at each other for a few seconds before he grabs the joint out my fingers , licking his own and snuffing out the half lit end . his teeth flash as he hissed at the pain. he throws the joint to the floor and looks back at me grabbing the side of my face .

“fuck that” is all i hear from his lips before they’re smashed onto mine . all most immediately it turned into a heavy makeout , him moving from kissing my face down to my neck. i throw my head back and move my hips on him slightly . his teeth graze my neck at the movement. his hand moves from my face , against my neck, his thumb pressing down on my throat slightly and a his other hand running from the back of my neck , down my back, to my ass . lifting me with the movement .

after a good few minutes we both pull away to get our breath , and to slow down the pace as neither of us felt like getting caught doing anything more then kissing on some random guys patio .

his nose was red and lips swollen . hair messily plastered to his forehead and raised at the back from my needy tugging .

“your number”he whispers breathlessly , nodding his head messily .

“what?” i say as out of breath as him , tilting it .

“i need your fucking number , and i need to do this again”

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HEHEHEHHEHEGGEHEGGEGE

god he’s so hot

🤍🤍🤍

taglst/bbgs

@mangosrar @jcwrites-blog @sssturniolofart @soursturniolo @sturnphilia @daddyslilchickenfingers @def-livv @urmyslxt @littlebookworm803

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i am literally in shock from how many people are likeing my shit right now you are all the sweetest people ever . love every single one of your with all my heart .

[mo0nfairy]

I gotta see a part of yandere Leon where reader remembers him as they get through los Iluminados maybe some yandere in action lol (at least only if you want to!)

part 1. part 3. part 4.

tw :: obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, mention of drugs, framing, handcuffs, stalking, trauma, guns, wounds, heights, being locked up.

⸺ ooooooo !!! i've been meaning to make a part 2 of my last ask, but had zero idea where to go from where i ended. i also had played a bit of RE2 before the remake came out recently, so a piece of my brain has been kept up in raccoon city for a little while. i would love to express my thoughts and mesh these two games together !!

let's start with where we left off in los iluminados.

upon having your handcuffs taken off by the stranger who is far too close for comfort, you pace backwards, far away as you can get from this insanity of a man. his attitude abruptly shifts into something softer, a major contrast to the emotional breakdown he had just seconds prior. he realizes you're afraid — afraid of him. and as much as the mere thought destroys him to the point of breaking down again, he shoves a sob back down his throat and keeps his distance, despite how desperately he wishes to close it.

6 years. 6 years. he has been waiting over 2,190 miserable days for this single moment. all the sleepless nights spent searching the world for you; all the hopeless nights spent clinging to pillows, praying by some miracle it will somehow become you. every second of these past 6 years has been spent dreaming of this single moment. and even though your reunion wasn't the teary-eyed, passionate kiss in the rain he had hoped for, you are still here with him nonetheless.

and like hell will he let you slip from his grasp again.

with as much time as his needy self would grant him being physically away from you, he is soon at your side. leon then wraps you in his jacket and you swear you hear a harsh gasp escape from him when his finger accidentally makes contact with the skin of your neck. despite your negligence and more-than-obvious discomfort, you do appreciate the new warm embrace after a week of cold rain and damp clothes. it smells exactly like him, as well.

and with that, he's got a gentle hand hovering over your lower back as he guides you through the depths of this hellhole. and piece by piece, memories that had been buried in your brain begin to disinter themselves.

for example, you got a staring problem bro?? for the entirety of the time you spend with leon in los iluminados, there is literally never a single moment where this mans eyes are not on you. half of the time it is to ensure you are unharmed, but the other half consists of him staring in complete and utter awe. it's kind of hard to focus on surviving when leon is constantly staring into your soul. but it has just been so fucking long since he has been able to see you in all of your glory, so please excuse him for any inappropriate behavior on his end.

also, you knew you have lived in raccoon city for a short period of time before the events of RE2 happened, but like everything else that relates to that damned place, you couldn't remember a thing.

except now. leon's gaze uncovers a memory you have of yourself being held in one of the RPD holding cells. the atrocious scent, the uncomfortable bench, the paint peeling from the walls. you try and scrutinize what on earth you could have been arrested for, but your attempts are merely futile. but unbeknownst to you, your arrest was nothing but bullshit. and to say leon has had a crush on you from the second you moved into RC would be nothing short of the truth. so, by pulling some strings, the rookie had managed to lock you up for what he calls 'bonding time'. he'll place a chair backwards in front of your cell, prop his arms on the backrest and admire you with your full attention finally on him (instead of just stalking you around town).

two things you now remember about this man: he was so adorably baby-faced back then and my god, was he awkward. he still cannot talk for shit and i mean this with my whole heart. his sweet, innocent eyes gaze at you while he tries to play it cool, pulling cards like "yeah, i workout" and "you come here often?". all as if he hadn't personally arrested you for possession of illegal substances he planted himself. (nothing will happen to you, obvi. he just desperately needed a second alone with you to show off how charismatic he can be. or try to be, at least).

and for the short second of seeing him after 6 years, his eyes were just devoid of any life. you had assumed the trauma inflicted from that night had caused such a contrast in his physical appearance, and you would be right to assume that. but the soulless eyes, monotone voice, and lackluster personality was entirely due to your disappearance. days upon days of the lonely, eternal torment destroyed his sanity. however, that illustrious boy you can barely remember seems to have returned with your presence.

another thing you can't believe you had forgotten was how intense his stare is. the way he stares is illegible and sometimes overwhelming. he shivers in his stance, whimpers at your every move, and his mind runs rampant with all sorts of obsessive declarations of love. although it may seem creepy to others and especially yourself, do not fret. he has no ill intent towards you, god he could never! this puppy-dog of a man is simply marveling at your sheer existence.

you are able to retrieve another lost memory when you have to jump from a window and into his arms (for those who say he won't be able to catch you, stfu. have ya'll seen how beefy his arms are??? anyways....). the secret agent you have grown to like during your stay in los iluminados jumps down marvelously (most def showing off his james-bond-esque agilities to you). he now watches from below as you stare at the distance beneath you in trepidation. this distrust you have — he is going to travel to the ends of the universe to fix it. no matter what.

you begin to ponder, he has savagely brutalized all threats in your path and held your hand as if he were holding the world all in the same breath. you should trust him, especially after witnessing the pure display of loyalty he has for you.

"don't be afraid, y/n. i'll catch you, i promise!" there is 10000% a way to walk through the house and down the stairs to get to him, but ofc he's not gonna tell you. why would he willingly throw away the opportunity to be your knight in shining armor?

"you will?" your voice is full of apprehension. his stare on you feels like the same bullets he's forced upon your attackers.

"always."

with that, you rip the bandaid off and jump from the ledge. and leon was most certainly not lying. you land safely in his embrace and he wraps his arms tightly around your form. and to finally have you so close, after so, so long of devastatingly praying he could feel you once more.......... if he had a tail, it would for sure be wagging so fast it would morph into a blur. and the way he holds you is different, as if his gentle nature is reserved for you and you only (which it is. this is literally him in a nutshell).

and when you had instinctively buried your face into his neck upon landing, clinging to him out of fear of hitting the ground, he literally melts. i'm serious, he literally just 🫠🫠🫠🫠. the faint hum of laughter and adoration that escapes his throat breaks you out of your state of shock. you made it safely to the ground without breaking every bone in your body, hooray! (as if there is a single reality in existence where leon would ever allow that to happen, but i digress).

you meet his gaze and there is that all-too familiar stare he gives you. leon's arms holding onto you like a lifeline uncovers a memory you have of yourself being held like this all those years ago. you can't recall exactly where in raccoon city you were, but you can remember how humiliated you were when you tripped over a crack in the pavement and ate shit. there was the fairest of scrapes against your shin, but the mortification hurt far more than any wound. while you dust yourself off and attempt to ignore the burning stares of pedestrians, a shout of your name sparks your attention.

the RPD gear and besotted eyes you're met with could be no other than that baby-faced rookie. you ponder of what he was doing on this side of town. was it a simple coincidence you had run into each other? or perhaps, had he followed you? just when you think you can't feel more embarrassed, leon gets down on one knee and dramatically inspects your wound. and my god, he acts like you were shot or something. he visibly shudders from the sight of your leg; people begin to gather around the commotion. with pure ease, he then scoops you into his arms to bring you to safety. you can feel his heart pound like a machine gun beneath the palm of your hand.

despite the humiliation deprived from this event, you fortunately are free from anything mortifying in los iluminados. however, leon doesn't seem to understand when to take a hint.

"uh... you can put me down now." you come out of your memory to thrash in his grasp and avoid his intense gaze, but your prince charming seems to still be caught in his y/n-filled daze.

after a few long seconds, your comment seems to finally reach his brain. "huh?" his response is faint and you almost don't hear it.

you repeat yourself and begrudgingly, leon then slowly puts you back onto your feet, savoring the last few seconds spent with you in his arms. exactly where you belong. you can only fear how much more suffocating affection you'll have to endure before you can finally remember what happened that night.

i think someone legit needs to slap me across the face and bring me back into reality cause holy shit...... i went WAYY too far with this. my brain is a mess thank u for reading.

i have more thoughts about this........ just incase u were curious........ ;)

[iloveyouinred]

another brainrot coming in Kazuha getting you super drunk, and you think hes drunk as well but bros sober and just wanted to get you drunk for sex @///@

Yandere!Kazuha x Drunk!Reader

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"Kazuha? Low alcohol tolerance? Hahaha.. Where did you get this false information from?" The Crux Captain laughed as if hearing you spit a joke. "He is one of the best at holding his liquor. I've never seen him drunk before." She continues her words, raises her eyebrow at your face that start to grows pale.

"So, what happened? Are you making a bet with him over a drinking contest?"

"If so, you better step down. Because you are playing a losing game here." She starts to pity you. With that confused and pale face, Beidou is sure the bet you made was a big one. If only she knew what happened the night before. If only she was on the ship to stop you from drinking with the Inazuma's fugitive. Your hands come up to support your head that began to throb.

"Kazu- nghh!" You couldn't complete your words when he is sucking your neck like that. Letting his sharp fang graze on your soft skin, wet hot tongue dragged towards your collar bone, lower to slit your cleavage. You brought your hands to your lips to cover your moans. His hand on your waist holding you closer. He has waited for this very moment to claim you. Having you lay limply against his arms. You melt under his touch. When you look down with teary eyes only to catch him watching you back with his face in deep red flush. His half lidded eyes meet your glistened one. While your hand reaches to touch his cheek. He put his other hand on top of it, closing his eyes with his chin resting on top of your chest.

"Kazuha.." He learns the doubt in your tone. Softly cooing you while he brings your hand down his face to intertwine both your hands.

"Shh.. Just enjoy it, okay Love?" If the breeze is a human sound, it will be in the form of Kaedehara Kazuha's. His whisper sweeps away the doubt in your heart. Replacing it with some kind of newfound feeling as you feel his hand slipped between your thigh, rubbing it oh so slowly. Sending a tingling sensation between your legs.

"Ah.. this is your first time, isn't it?"

You nod your head slowly. As he hummed in delight, whispering something along the lines 'don't worry' and 'I'll be gentle'. You know he isn't lying by how his hand touches your inner thigh, gently guiding you to spread your legs.

His question was a rhetorical one. Kazuha knows things about you quite well-too well in fact-even though you guys just met a few months ago. He was curious as to why you always seem to avoid him. One's research turns to basically asking around about you, later when he sees you on the street, he wanders not too closely, just to watch you from afar. After all, he doesn't want to scare you, and makes you feel more awkward around him. Overtime he understands little things about you, such as how you enjoy drinking on The Alcor with The Crux while playing some TCG card on saturday night-only when they docked at Liyue.

Night breeze doesn't make you shiver, in fact you enjoy it too much. Letting the cold breeze blow on your face as you close your eyes, looming over some less crowded corner of the ship where no one bothers to check. The sea was dark, but countless stars and the moon reflected on its surface. Alluring you to stare for a bit too long. While you were occupied with staring far away to the dark sea, Kazuha will come and lend you his jacket, with more cups of beer in hand. He is truly a sweet guy, you think. Still you have reasons to avoid him. And so you spare no thought on his lingering touch, like when he spent a minute too long to let go of the beer glass as your finger brushed on his. Or how he lets his arm wrap around your shoulders after putting his jacket on you. You know well not to let your heart waver.

His head goes down on you to kiss your inner thigh. You can't help but pant as he teases your lower part, hot tongue swirling on your clit. His hand pushed down your thigh, preventing it from closing around his face. Hair strains fall on his forehead, while his eyes trained on your expression as it changed into a pleasurable one. No wonder so many fell under his palm. You bite your lips as you feel a strange feeling building up. It's like something inside you about to burst. Did you get close from his tongue alone? That left you wonder, with how skillful the man under you playing with your other lips, how many other women has he tainted? The question dies on your lips as you feel his tongue teasing your wet hole. You were almost embarrassed by how lewd the sound it makes. If only not by the pleasure that is big enough to cover any other emotion.

A sweet moan slipped from your mouth finally, after he nudged the gummy spot. Unable to contain your voice any longer as the feeling becomes too intense with each movement of his tongue. You feel his finger rubbing on your clit, while he is still eating you out. At last it hits you, your first orgasm of the night. He was quick to lap on your pussy, as you came on his mouth, not leaving a single drop. Kazuha could spend forever eating you if he doesn't remember what he aimed for tonight. So he only spent long enough time eating you up until you are a wet mess, babbling his name while moaning and sobbing. Your protest fell into deaf ears. He doesn't stop when you say 'It's too much'. He can't. You are sucking him in, so how can it be too much for you. He is sure you can take it. It's just your first time coming so many times, that's why you might feel overwhelmed at first. But you will get used to it, and he will make sure of that.

When he finishes preparing you, finally revealing his throbbing cock in front of your pussy, you squirm from his grip unconsciously trying to get away from him. He holds you down, with a hand gripping both of your wrist on top of your head. He groans when he rubs the tip of his cock on your pussy lips. You moan back, clinging onto nothing as his length slowly inserts your hole. It was too much, you never felt so full in your entire life. When he starts to move slowly the feeling clouding your brain.

You sob as he moves in and out, feeling every inch of his cock rubbing on your gummy walls before it disappears leaving a strange empty feeling. Kazuha drags his cock slowly, letting you remember the taste of his cock. Every inch of it. His hand is playing with your nipple, while his mouth latches on your other side. Picking up his pace as he felt your hole adjusting to his size. Tears roll down your cheek as you feel your body tremble, too overwhelmed by the feeling. With your body already overly sensitive after he eats you out, you easily cum on his length. Kazuha groans at the way your hole clenches around him. Looking up just to see your face deep in pleasure, eyes roll back as he continue to fuck you.

"You are a naughty one, Love." His smile at you feels somewhat sinister than how he usually is. "Did you just come from me entering you?" You can't return his words as you feel he moves faster. Hitting your sensitive spot that he already memorised. You tremble from the over stimulation. Choked moans as you blabbering his name, trying to stop him with your squirm but feeling your hand binded by him and with his thrust that continuously hits your sweet spot, your body shudders. Hole creaming on him while moaning. You hear him grunts at how pretty you are. Eyes rolling back while tears staining your cheek. Moan fell off your lips like a melody to his ear. He kisses your neck, leaving more love mark while pounding into you nonstop.

You arch your back when he thrust deep enough to fill you with his cum. You felt the warm liquid flow in your womb. Trembling at the aftertaste of your orgasm. He stayed for a while inside of you. Engraving the warm feeling of his cum in you before he pulls out, letting the mixed liquid to drip out of your hole. Kazuha gives you a soft kiss. You, in your intoxicated state, return his kiss. With this, you are his now, right? You won't change your mind tomorrow, …right? He holds you closer with lips still latched on yours, devouring the sweet taste that he will long for after this day.

You were too busy regretting your choices. When a soft breeze blows on your neck, sending shivers all around your body.

"(Y/n)? I was looking for you."

To say he looks for you is an understatement. The man was frantically searching in every corner of the ship before he met you. For the fear that you figure out his scheme and leave the ship already. He almost had a heart attack realising you were not in his arms when he woke up this morning, you little sneak. He'll make sure to tie you to the bed next time just so you wouldn't run away. He smiled at you but the burden of your own thoughts makes it impossible for you to meet his gaze. Kazuha took notice of this. While Beidou excuses herself to let the both of you talk.

"What's wrong?" He murmurs in your ear softly, almost making you feel guilty as you faintly remember how he was gently handling you last night-well you remember only half of it. For an instant, you don't remember how you ended up on Kazuha's bed with the man on top of you. Shame on your mind, how can you accuse this man of setting you up, when it might be you who seduced him first. You shake your head slightly, still refusing to meet his eyes. It is such a mess. You strive for a peaceful life in some village near Liyue. So naturally you should avoid things that could possibly bring disturbance to your well planned future life. One of them is the guy that sits by your side now.

You were not really surprised when Beidou decided to bring a fugitive from Inazuma aboard in The Alcor. Sometimes her way of thinking is something you can't understand. But the moment she introduces this Kazuha guy, you keep in mind to avoid him at all cost. It was until he got you to drink with him when Beidou was absent. Which led to last night's disaster. You sigh as his hand rubs your shoulder gently, it was usually covered by bandage but now you can see his bare skin- which is not as smooth as you imagine it to be, the payment of when one pursues the path of samurai. That hand has touched every inch of your body. You flush at the thought, cursing at yourself silently.

"Kazuha, was I the one who threw us into this mess?" You finally spit out your thoughts meeting his gaze in a deep dilemma. You notice how his hand stops at your shoulder, seemingly surprised at your words.

"Mess?" He catches you diverting your eyes again. "...So that's what you think of what we did last night."

You watch as his head drops, half of his face shadowed by his bang. Only now did you realise his hair is untied, white strain fell on his shoulder, framing his jaw which softened his feature. If not for his toned body which is still prominent even under the clothes, he could be passed off as a woman because of his beauty alone. Your hand reaches out to tuck the white strain behind his ear. He looks up at you in silence.

"I am sorry." The words fell off your lips with a heavy sigh. You know your weakness at beauty, but the peacefull life you always dream of is at stake. The house you has buy from the money you collect for years. Everything is set and just a little more time before you can stop working and has a quick retirement. You can't risk losing that. And Kazuha know you can't fulfill his wish. But he can't afford to lose you either. Not after he got a taste of you.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Your blog and headcanons are living in my brain since i got here, and i just want to say, thank you, i love your work 💕 also, i saw this in other posts (i was in the monster fucker side and end up in the lover side, but im not complaining) about demon relantionship dynamics and i have a question, who of the demons do you think would use an accesory made of something of MC?

TW: blood and hair being used as accesory, demon dynamic being a little disturbing.

Like imagine if with magic MC (safelly) could make jewells with their blood, or in a more victorian way, maybe a bracelet with a lock of their hair. In my mind there would be Satan and Barbatos who have the jewellry always on them but are discret, and then there is Mammon and Asmo who show whatever MC gave them with pride.

Thank you so much anon!!!♡ It's messages like these that keep me motivated, I'm honored!!! 🥰 I hope you don't mind I changed it to just items with blood 😎 I was gonna keep this short originally but ended up getting carried away. This was seriously SO fun to write! I rly think they all would!

Giving Them An Item With Your Blood (Obey Me!)

Tags: Blood, Fluff, Demon Bros, Barb, Dia, GN!Reader, HCs

Lucifer: "Hm? It's from ___."

If someone happens to catch a rare glance at it & are curious enough to ask, he has no problem proudly answering he got the bloody vial necklace from you. He's not shy or ashamed about it, but prefers to keep it between you & him. It usually stays well hidden behind his high collared shirts. Sometimes when he's at home in his office & shirt unbuttoned, he will fidget around with it while doing paperwork. He loves it but won't ever tell you or anyone else how very attached to it he is. ♡

Mammon: "This one!? Not up for betting, scram!"

When isn't Mammon flashy??? The day you gave him the ring filled with some of your blood was basically the day you got married (in his mind) & he went around showing everyone. Of course some of his buddies asked if he'd bet it for a chance at clearing his debt but even that's one bet Mammon refused. He has a ritual of kissing his ring everyday, he thinks of it as his good luck charm even when he's actually having a bad day. He makes you kiss it to add extra luck (love) to it too. ♡

Levi: "I will guard this with my life."

Let's be honest, he doesn't care what it is & would wear/take whatever you give him. Your hairbrush? He will cuddle it.

When you presented him a blood vial bracelet, he got all teary eyed & nearly fainted from excitement. It easily became his most prized possession, he takes such good care of it. He wears it openly & you can see him fidget around with it when he gets anxious. Sometimes he will lightly rub or hold it against his cheek, calming him down when he's overwhelmed. ♡

Satan: "That's what you get for touching things that aren't yours."

His smile was radiant, blinding. Satan's gift is unique just like him & he appreciates the thoughtfulness of a handmade blood infused bookmark. It's one he takes care of & makes sure it doesn't get lost in the mess of his room. He did curse it (you'll get a hand burn) so no one else can touch it except you & him. From time to time he gets distracted by it when reading. He wants to ask if you'll attach a blood charm to the end of it too. ♡

Asmo: "My outfit isn't complete until I put this on!"

He squealed, cried, & wouldn't let you go for the entire day after gifting him the little box of jewelry. He went on to rub it in everyone's faces & showed it off on all his socials. The main gift was a gorgeous charm, the blood swirled, glittering inside. You made sure he could pop the charm into the ring, necklace, or bracelet you also gave him in the box. He was impressed you went to such lengths just so he could always choose how to wear it each day. Even if it was a single piece though, he would've worn it no matter what, even if it "clashed" with his outfit. ♡

Beel & Belphie: "We promise to never take it off." "You promise too ___!"

The twins immediately pulled you into bed & cuddled with you, happily accepting their gifts. You gave each a pendant, a sun for Beel & a moon for Belphie, the middle of each pendant holding your precious red liquid. You even got a star pendant for yourself to match with them although your pendant remained empty; something they noticed quickly. They happily offered up their own blood; they never minded sharing as long as it's with you. ♡♡

Barbatos: "I'm...at a loss for words, thank you."

He kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the golden pocket watch you gave him. He handled it delicately, admiring the ancient designs etched onto it before opening it. It was a gorgeous watch, one of the inner side walls swirled beautifully with your blood. He enjoyed the hidden surprise inside for his eyes only. Truly, he was moved by your gift & made a mental note to give you something in return. ♡

Diavolo: "An absolute treasure this is."

He gave you a tight hug, nearly cutting your air supply off. He's received many gifts throughout the years but the custom pen you gave him was now at the top of the list. Only a see-through compartment of the pen held your blood, floating around. The actual ink inside the pen was regular but refillable for permanent use. He found himself smiling a little more even when filling out the piles of paperwork on his desk. It also finally fixed his habit of losing pens, making sure he always has it on him for quick signing (& Barbatos thanks you for it). ♡

Also I like to think that if they really miss you, they'll hold their object close to their nose to get a whiff of your scent ♡ alakskfgllsskfkg

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[grossditz]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 broken promises 。s.hb

pairings｜sung hanbin x f!reader

wc｜0.7k

warnings ｜ dom!hanbin，sub!reader，dubcon，incest or stepcest，breeding，impregnation，crying，overstimulation，just the tip plot，kissing，cheating，unprotected sex

an｜this is just extremely self indulgent i cant stop thinking abt hanbin rn (hes so attractive im literally insane) ✿__✿

"do you promise?"

you catch the way hanbins breath locks in his throat when your words pierce through the air. you feel him breath in and exhale when his hands start pressing under your pajama top. "baby..." he whines, heavy cock sliding pass your rim.

you whimper nudging him. "if you don't promise i won't let you," you warn "i swear."

your older brother is quiet, calloused hands rubbing circles on your stomach to serve as a distraction. you nudge him again, lip tutting out a little. "please?"

"okay." hanbin says returning to sliding your top up. "i promise." you don't really think he's listening to you anyway. his expression was too hard to read in the darkness of your room, but you don't have to see him to know the glimmer behind in his eyes. he knows you'll listen to whatever he says. this act of conscience isn't fooling anyone. you wouldn't dare stop his ministrations.

your whole body feels like its on fire when he presses his fat tip to your entrance, strong arms holding you down in case you resist. "w—wait! m' scared!" you mumble, pressing your meek hands against your brothers arms as if that will move them. "it feels weird..."

"no no its okay. big brothers gonna take care of you. don't you wanna do it like the adults do? you said that didn't you?" you feel like crying translating his words into your brain. you nod, and suddenly your breath is knocked away by him pulling your hips back, pushing the head of his cock into your little pussy. hanbin lets out a groan that goes straight to your cunt, already gushing around him.

"fuck, baby sis, you feel so fucking good." he hisses as you let out broken pants, thighs trembling and eyes teary. "o—only the tip, hanbin! feel so full—s'weird, ah...!" you gasp when he bottoms out. "n—no no no!"

"you just feel too good baby, take it all like a good girl for me, okay?" he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts, hand slipping over your mouth when you start to cry too loudly.

it hurts, it hurts so badly, and you could tell hanbin had no intentions to stop. pounding you into your bed, the bed you used to share with him as kids, while you tried to pry at his hands. your head feels all like goo the longer he pushes into you. all you know is that his hard dick keeps hitting your womb, making wetness spill out more each time. you don't notice when you start to quiet down, choked sobs turning into breaths of moans, your hips beginning to move on your own. but hanbin does notice it and it only makes him fuck into you harder.

"yeah, love this don't you, baby? love getting ruined by your brothers fat cock? so good you just couldn't resist?" he laughs hearing the pretty little pleas of whimpers fall from your lips. "gonna fill up my little sis's tummy, gonna fuck a baby into you."

"w-wait— no! you can't! what if— what if matt—matthew—" you gasp out, but he doesn't stop. if anything, he fucks into you rougher, his cockhead bruising your cervix. "shh big bro's gonna take care of you and the baby. you don't need him."

"c—cum! i—i'm cumming!" you start to shake when you feel the pit of your stomach tighten, and suddenly you're out of this world, walls convulsing and fluttering around him as he continues to thrust into you. "knew you liked me."

you feel so exhausted and used, your own cum dripping onto the sheets, fingers laced with hanbin's while hes fucking his cum inside you. sticky white ropes of cum painting your cunt white. hanbin runs his thumb over your cheek, pressing a wet kiss there when he starts to steadily move his hips again, pushing his cum back into your leaking hole. your hips buck at the sensation, tears threatening again, "binnie... m' so sensitive.." he chuckles, leaning over you to press more wet kisses up your face.

"you belong to me now."

© grossditz ⋆｡ °✩ 2023

[lovelytsunoda]

welcome to wherever you are // lance stroll

summary: weddings are supposed to be joyous occasions. but for lance's fiancee, the wedding is just another big milestone that her father never lived to see, like her first day of kindergarten, or her high school graduation.

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence!reader

warnings: depictions of greif, mentions of a parental death.

author's note: i've been on such a bender lately listening to inxs, they truly were one of the greatest bands of the 80s, and I think its a shame that things ended like they did with micheal's death in 1997. i could genuinely talk for hours about it, and about the very real daughter he left behind, but for now i'm going to let the fic speak for itself.

also i feel like i've only done smaus lately bc i've just been in a total idea rut and these are so easy to make lmao

y/n.hutchence just posted to her private story!

VOGUE Weddings: Inside the wedding between Aussie-rock darling YN Hutchence and F1 driver Lance Stroll (you might have to click on these to read them properly)

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y/n.hutchence today was a hard day, despite being the happiest of my life. like most milestones, it was bittersweet. while i spent most of my day in love, and excited for what's to come, part of me was also grieving. my dad should have been here to walk me down the aisle, to meet my husband. to give a speech at the reception. i miss you, dad. but i know that you'd be so proud of me.

to my lovely lance, thank you for choosing me, for loving me. for reminding me that its okay to feel all the emotions at once. i love you forever, my husband xx

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lancestroll i love you, my darling wife. you are so strong.

andrewfarriss michael would be so proud of you, kiddo

user the fact that she went public for the day just to speak about her grief on her wedding day . . . that's a caliber of person i could never be

sebastianvettel thank you both for including me in your special day

user she walked down the aisle to 'beautiful girl'....i'm totally not crying my goddamn eyes out

user im not crying you are

user her dad died over 20 years ago....she needs to let it go

-> user lmao imagine telling someone who never knew her father outside of how the media portrayed him after his death to 'get over it'.

mickschumacher 10/10 pasta bar, would come again. your harem of old men scared the crap out of me, though.

-> kirkpengilly old?? who are you calling OLD

-> y/n.hutchence you mean my non-biological uncles? mick, they're the biggest sweethearts

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y/n.hutchence and lancestroll just posted!

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lancestroll mr. & mrs. hutchence - stroll, march 2024, sydney australia

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y/n.hutchence i think lance hutchence sounds pretty great

-> lancestroll and i think y/n stroll sounds pretty good too

scottyjames you're taking her last name? good on you, bro

astonmartinf1 welcome to the family y/n! (or should we say 'welcome to wherever you are'? see what we did there?)

fernandoalonso did anyone else get a little teary eyed during the vows?

-> timfarriss i was right there with you mate

-> mickschumacher i saw esteban cry so hard he gave himself the hiccups

y/n.hutchence hey google, play 'never tear us apart' by inxs ( and say thanks to kirk for playing the sax almost all night)

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