#h o t t o g o you can take me hot to go

[corvidg4ng]

chappell roan

[sfw-obeyme-things]

NGL Asmodeus would totally love Chappell Roan

[lils-ki]

ITS HERE

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO

HAPPY PRIDE BAD BITCHES

[gidianthe]

the masculinity leaving my body when hot to go comes on and i am compelled to do the dance

[omni-present-god-send]

H-O-T-T-O-W-E-N-D

Thee can taketh me, Hot to Wend!

Zestial singing Hot To Go by Chappell Roan.

[fluerdesire]

I woke up alone staring at my ceiling, I try not to care, but it hurts my feelings.

[did-someone-say-aliens]

i will be SO fr right now i love it when people are bad at singing. I want to hear you sing hot to go by chappell roan in your terrible half broken raspy voice because then i will start sobbing and hug you. PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[learningfromlosing]

Forgot that Chappell Roan did not in fact coin the term hot to go and thought the pizza shop was just a stan

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (i'm on my knees)

[smallboyonherbike]

i really do need chappell roan hot to go ymca style dance to sweep the nation im so serious

[cottagecori]

the way my dad acts about classic rock now is how i'm gonna act about chappell roan in 20 years

[briefkittenearthquake]

I was just at a party and they played hot to go and every single girl (including me) there started doing the dance and all the boys looked at us like this was a cult

[cringecultureisdeadx0x0]

2am and I'm listening to chappel roan

[theatrekidsstuff]

YALL PRAY AND WISH ON SHOOTING STARS FOR ME TO GO TO LOLLAPOOLZA TO SEE CHAPPELL ROAN ITS THE ONLY WAY I CAN SEE HER LIVE!!! I TEXTED MY DAD 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[floraltrousers]

live laugh love chappell roan <3

[hawnks]

It’s cooked with love… you think.

You watch Laios skin and dice the creature, carving meat off the bone. He does something to it in the pan that makes it smell incredible instead of just raw and dead.

When he’s done, he picks up a perfectly neat square. It’s still steaming, doused in the sauce he’s somehow managed to whip up in this hellhole.

He touches it to your lips, first. Let’s the heat and tenderness of it permeate your skin. You’re slow to open you mouth for him, in a daze as you half-listen to his rambling. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s making too much eye contact as he presses the morsel to your tongue. It’s exactly the right size, a nice little bite, but his fingers stretch your cheeks ever so slightly. His fingertips brush against the flat of your tongue. They feel lead-heavy, though he’s not using any force at all.

“It’s sweet, right; Isn’t that interesting?”

You’ve forgotten how to taste, the sensory details lost among the overload. You move your tongue, bowing lightly around him and the meat, wanting to ask him to finally take his fingers out of your mouth, wanting him to stay here, longer, forever.

He’s looking at you with stars in his eyes and he doesn’t even realize, can’t tell that you’re squirming, barely holding yourself back from doing… something. You’re not sure; you feel like a monster yourself, all pent up and cornered, all liable to lash out.

He’s smiling at you, going on about habitats and natural cycles. He’s petting your tongue, lightly, on the edges, nearly flush against your teeth. He must not realize he’s doing it, a motion devoid of purpose or meaning. And you can’t help it—

You bite.

Not hard enough to sever, not even hard enough to break the skin. But you can tell it hurt from Laios’ flinch, from the way his tirade has stopped right in the middle of a sentence.

You think he’s about to draw away, watch him gear up for the movement. You feel the ghost of a touch against your canines, the teeth that just sunk into him. He’s feeling them, testing their sharpness, their length.

“Oh…” he murmurs, and you’re not sure he even meant to say it, you’re not sure what he’s doing now.

When he finally (finally) pulls back, his fingers are glistening with your spit. There are red marks just beneath the knuckle where you bit him.

He seems unfazed by all of this, just picks up another piece, holds it out to you expectantly. You open your mouth for him, because what else could you do?

He watches the corner of your mouth, flinching at the faintest glimpse of your canines. He’s blushing.