#i'll mop ya dry

[peterlorrefanpage]

Peter Lorre rehearsing "Leiningen Versus the Ants" for Mystery in the Air, which broadcast on July 10, 1947 (so far a lost episode). By the end, he's soaked with sweat!

"Lorre starts his rehearsal with hair neatly combed and his innocent face composed…halfway through the rehearsal we noticed the beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. He had long since clawed his hair into an unruly pattern." -"Horror is Hard Work," Radio Life, August 24, 1947 [PDF; skip to page 8]

Below: Peter Lorre reads through a filter mike backstage with supporting actors (L-R): Edwin Cooper, Hans Conried, Henry Morgan, Jack Moyles, for "Leiningen Versus the Ants."

I could use less of the "tubby" language, but - they've got his emoting bang on, that's for sure!

Read the article starting on page 8.

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Sick of Your Face (KiriBaku sickfic)

Katsuki awoke with his throat on fire. The pressure in his head throbbed. Nausea churned in his stomach. He sneezed so hard that small fireworks shot from his hands. The sneeze was like a gateway that broke as snot began to run down his nose. At the time, Katsuki thought it was a good idea to sniff it back up, but his throat screamed in protest, and a noise of scratchy irritation formed behind his lips.

He should probably go back to bed. The idea was tempting enough, but what type of hero would he be if a mild cold got him down?

I'll get some Tylenol and water for my throat. That'll kick it in the ass, Katsuki thought as he swung his legs out of bed.

Once he finished dressing into his uniform, Katsuki went to the bathroom facilities, where he found Kaminari and Todoroki brushing their teeth. "Oh, hey, Bafuhoe!" Kaminari mumbled around his toothbrush.

Todoroki spat into the sink in front of him and wiped his chin. "Hello, Bakugou." With no toothbrush in his mouth, it was easy for the peppermint bitch to pronounce his name correctly.

Katsuki gave a small grunt of recognition, only to regret it shortly afterward. Dammit. Why'd everything gotta hurt so much? He glared at both of them through his lashes. As if to send the message that he didn't want to talk to anybody.

"You're awfully quiet, Bakugou. Is something wrong?" Todoroki inquired as he watched Katsuki's movements through the mirror. Katsuki tried to ignore him but felt a muscle in his jaw twitch as he stepped towards the sink he claimed at the beginning of dorm life.

Kaminari spat into his sink, then rinsed it clean. "Wait a minute....yeah, you're right, dude!" Kaminari threw his head back into a laugh. "Did all your yelling and screaming catch up to ya—? Ouch!"

Iida had stepped in and had given the walking electrical outlet a smack upside his head and a stern lecture to follow. Katsuki popped open his mirror cupboard and used it to hide his tiny smirk of satisfaction. It served that little discounted crackhead, Zeus, right.

After rooting for the medicine, Katsuki closed the mirror door—clack. Twisted the faucet's handles—squeak, squeak. And waited for the perfect temperature—shaaaaw.

Katsuki wasn't one to be insecure about his looks, but his sickly complexion made him more self-conscious about it. His face was grey, except for his nose and under-eyes. His nose was more red than the spiky mop on Kirishima's head. Katsuki's under-eyes were a mix of pink from the rubbing and purple from his sleepless night. His lips were cracked and dry. And then his once ruby-sharp, fiery to the point of volcanic eyes were dulled to nothing more than a pair of sunken-in velvet and doormat ones.

All in all, he looked like shit.

He placed the recommended dosage on his tongue and cupped his hands for a makeshift cup. With each sip he took, a grimace followed. To keep the rest of him healthy, Katsuki washed his face—being careful around his nose, and brushed his teeth—making the situation worse for his throat. Katsuki didn't bother fixing his half-tucked button-up, or his hair, which was pressed down in some areas and wild in others.

When Katsuki stepped out into the common area, he sniffed to stop more snot from dripping. He didn't use the back of his hand. It was unhygienic. Also, people could've thought he was weak by using the back of his hand to stop the mucus from leaking.

"Bakubro!" an annoying voice called, causing Katsuki to snap his head up and away from the turmoil of his muddled thoughts. It was Kirishima with a wide shark-toothed smile and his hand held up in greeting.

Once Katsuki realized that the walking boulder wanted a high-five, he kept his hands in his pockets. Instead, Katsuki jerked his head in acknowledgment and stomped to the kitchen.

Ashido and Aoyama were nibbling away and some cream-cheese bagels as Katsuki pawed around at the contents in the fridge. The only soft thing for his throat was peach-flavored yogurt. Katsuki internally groaned as he snatched the item and a spoon from the nearby drawer. As he ate his light breakfast, the room began to notice his lack of...noise. If he wasn't sick, he would've been kicking and screaming about something by now.

Katsuki downed the small cup and tossed it in the trash. Stupid Tylenol...shit's not even working yet.

●•●•●•●

It wasn't odd for Bakugou to ignore Eijirou's high-fives. He never was one for physical contact, so Eijirou didn't take it personally. But what bothered him was how quiet Bakugou was. During class and training, Bakugou spoke the bare minimum. When he did, his voice was nasally and hoarse.

Eijirou figured it was more than just a sore throat from all his screaming. Bakugou's posture was more hunched. He winced whenever he sniffed. Bakugou struggled to keep his eyes open during training and wobbled after one of his explosions on occasion.

English class had finished, and Eijirou was waiting for Bakugou past the doorway. Present Mic called for Bakugou, but Eijirou was willing to wait a little longer. When the teacher's voice grew louder, Eijirou knew he shouldn't eavesdrop. But he couldn't help it. Eijirou wanted to know what was wrong with his friend.

"Bakugou, I think you need to go to Recovery Girl to get that cold of yours fixed up," Mic coaxed.

"I'm fine!" he snapped.

A fit of coughs and rough sniffles proved he was lying.

"'Kay, maybe I'm not..."—a frustrated sigh was heaved—"...the best. But I'm not hurt, so she can't help."

Mic sucked his teeth. "Well then, you need to get some rest, kid. You could make others sick and things worse for you."

Bakugou grumbled. "Fine,"

Is Bakugou sick? I need to help him recover, Eijirou thought as he stepped back into the room. "Excuse me?" Eijirou awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck. "I was kinda eavesdropping and—"

"What the hell?!" Bakugou yelled before his face pinched in irritation, and a fit of coughs scratched his throat. It got bad to the point where he doubled over a little.

"Sorry, but I just thought...what if I help you while you're sick? If you don't want me to, that's fine!" Eijirou quickly added when he saw Bakugou starting to fume.

"Hell no! Get lost, shitty-hair idiot."

Mic cleared his throat to refocus the group back to him. "Seems like a wonderful idea, Kirishima! Wasn't Aizawa talking about being able to rely on others?" He whipped out finger guns, one for each student. "I'll tell your teacher to cut some slack for your homework for the next couple of days."

And just like that, the teacher was gone, leaving the students alone.

Bakugou glowered and Eijirou and jammed his hands into his pockets. "Whatever. Just don't make this a big deal." Bakugou croaked as he began to leave. Eijirou promptly followed, not wanting to fail his new job.

●•●•●•●

Goddammit! He won't stop following me like a stray puppy! Katsuki yelled internally. Even though he wasn't talking, his throat was burning.

"Go get ready for bed, bro. I'll be back to bring you some supper," his new caretaker chimed. Katsuki slammed the door before Eijirou could continue blabbering and rested his head against the wood. His head pounded, and his nose started to drip again. Katsuki sniffed the snot back up. He didn't want to use another one of those damn tissues. It would be like asking for help, and he didn't need it...he didn't want it. But he felt so run down and exhausted that he couldn't put up a fight to not have help.

Katsuki changed into his favorite skill t-shirt and shorts. Even though Present Mic asked for more time for submissions, Katsuki sunk into his desk chair and began his work. Katsuki's eyelids were heavy, and his headache worsened with each equation answered. But his efforts were all for naught when his head hit the workbook's pages.

"Hey...hey, buddy," a soft voice called. He felt a warm hand gently shake his shoulder. Katsuki squeezed his eyelids before slowly peeling them open.

Katsuki felt like he was about to pass out. Which was strange because he had just woken up. "God," he rasped, "Fuck...how'd you get in?" Katsuki's throat was drier than the Sahara desert. He sat up, causing the room to spin and the corners of his vision to darken.

"You left the door unlocked and didn't open when I knocked," Kirishima admitted with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I took so long. I had to wash my hair gel out. I also made you some soup."

Katsuki felt like his nap made things worse.

Kirishima sat the bowl on the table. "C'mere," he ushered. Kirishima stretched out his hands.

Katsuki swatted them away. "Don't...don't need your stupid help," Katsuki grumbled. He stumbled out of his chair. The room spun and darkened again as an arm snaked around his waist.

"Woah there! Careful, bro. Don't need you hitting your head now!" Kirishima joked.

Looking up at him with hazy eyes, Katsuki noticed Kirishima's half-up hairstyle, still damp from the shower. And how his jawline and collarbone still glistened from the rushed hygiene check. Katsuki tried to stand up straighter, but his knees were weak. Katsuki's neck and face felt hot. Was he running a fever?

Kirishima helped Katsuki into his bed and went back to the desk. Once Kirishima placed the water and soup on the nightstand, he paced around the room. He pointed upward in a "Eureka!" movement. "Can't forget to check you for a fever."

He held the thermometer up to Katsuki's lips. "This is a little—" Kirishima popped the thermometer into Katsuki's mouth. He wanted to gag at the metallic taste. "This is a little overkill," he croaked.

"I just need some sleep. Get lost, idiot." Katsuki muttered as he pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. He placed it on his nightstand and rolled over, pulling the blankets past his chin.

Kirishima's enthusiastic smile slowly dropped. "Oh, okay. You know where my room is if you need anything, right?" Katsuki nodded, staring at the wall.

Footsteps padded out of his room. Katsuki waited until he heard the door click before and sat back up. He grabbed the glass and downed the water. Katsuki flinched at the first gulp but was thankful for how the cool water soothed his throat.

Once the water was gone, he eyed the suspicious soup. He didn't trust it. Katsuki rolled over and went to bed, too tired to do anything else.

●•●•●•●

"Hey Kiri, how's it going?" Sero asked.

Eijirou flopped onto the couch with a sigh mixed with a groan. "He didn't want to take my help. But he's going to get worse if he doesn't. He was so tired, he almost passed out, for crying out loud!"

Asui and Hagakure sat on the loveseat beside the couch Eijirou and Sero rested on. "It's that bad?" Hagakure marveled, "He never was sick before. You'd think that how much he takes care of himself, he wouldn't be sick like this."

"I mean, it's good that he's sleeping. But he can't sleep while getting food, medicine, or anything else. I just feel like I have to help him because he's done so much for me. It's like I owe him, you know? Not to mention that he relies on himself too much."

Sero gave Eijirou a comforting pat on the knee. "He can be...rough, most of the time. But keep trying 'cause he needs to accept that he needs to ask for help."

Eijirou grinned. "Thanks, guys." He stood and adjusted his pants. "I should probably go and check up on him. Let me know if anyone needs anything."

Nobody said anything as he left.

He carefully crept into Bakugou's room. Eijirou made as little to no sound as possible to not wake him. Eijirou made a face when he saw the untouched bowl of soup but was glad the water was gone. He placed a hand on Bakugou's forehead. To his surprise, he was shivering but boiling to the touch. Eijirou took his now sweaty palm and wiped it on his pant leg. Despite his almost always angry appearance, Bakugou was most at peace in his sleep. Like a baby, really.

The bed springs creaked under his weight as Eijirou grabbed the bowl of lukewarm soup. "Hey, buddy. I'm gonna need you to sit up for me, okay?" Eijirou urged as he stirred the spoon in the bowl.

Bakugou groaned. "Fuck off,"

"Listen, man, I'm here to help you. I don't care how much you fight back. You need my help to get better." Eijirou huffed. "Now sit up. You need to eat."

Bakugou reluctantly sat up as Eijirou held the spoon up to his lips. His hand was cupped underneath so none of the soup dripped onto the blankets.

"There. Was that so hard?" Eijirou asked as Bakugou took his first swallow. Bakugou gave Eijirou the finger.

Once the bowl was drained, Eijirou gave Bakugou an affectionate head rub. "Good job, man," he praised. Bakugou didn't protest except for an irritated grumble. Eijirou gathered the glass cup, bowl, and abandoned thermometer. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Bakugou rubbed his eyes as he struggled to stay awake. "Whatever, idiot."

Eijirou left the bed and paced into Bakugou's personal bathroom. He took the washcloth and ran it under the running sink water. After it soaked, Eijirou cut off the water and squeezed the cloth tight.

When Eijirou returned to the bedroom, Bakugou was still sitting up and swaying slightly. Eijirou sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Lay down. I'll try to bring your fever down while you get some sleep."

He gave an idle nod and sank back into the blankets. Eijirou scooted closer and began dabbing the cloth along Bakugou's forehead. Eijirou began to hum whatever soft tunes that came to mind. Anything that would help his ailing friend slip into a deep sleep.

"You...you tell anyone about this, and you're dead. Got that...hair for..." Bakugou trailed off as sleep slowly took him.

A soft chuckle tickled Eijirou's lips. "Sure thing, bro,"

After Bakugo's temperature went down, Eijirou left his room as quietly as possible and went to bed.

[ask-sam-and-crew]

Chapter 13: Becoming friends (1)

Sam sat down on one of the benches next to Blinko while Silver walked around in the middle of the room. "So, we're all here then." "Excuse me.", they heard from the stairs. Onus came down and sat next to Sammy with an innocent smile. "Alright.", nodded the cyborg. "Now, if you pardon my plain speaking gentleman...are you all...", he paused until he changed his hand into his sword. "...STARK-RAVING, TOTALLY BLINKING DAFT?!", he then yelled and swung his sword. Sam and Onus ducked and the blade cut the tip off of Onus hat. They looked up to Silver again while shaking.  "After all my finagling getting us hired as an upstanding crew..." "Hey!", called Sam and crossed his arms. "Sorry. After the pup got us hired.", the cyborg corrected himself and continued, "ya want ta blow the whole mutiny before it's time?" Scroop took a step forward. "The boy was sniffing around." He said angry and looked over to Sam. "Why did ya help that brat anyway?", asked the spider. "Because I was actually thinking about the consequences. Not to be rude but I knew that a fight like that could get us into big trouble.", Sam answered dry. Silver agreed with him and looked at Scroop again. "You just stick to the plan, you bug-brained twit.", snapped the cyborg and looked up. "As for the boy, I'll run him so ragged he won't have time to think.", he finished and smiled. "Speaking of the devil. I should go up now.", Sammy said, waved and went upstairs. He got himself a mop and came up to Jim. "You really came to help?", he asked. "Told you, didn't I?", said Sam and dipped the mop into the bucket. Jim looked at him and then on the floor again. "Sorry for being so reckless...and thank you for coming back to help me." Sam looked up to him. "Anytime. And like I said...I told you that I will come back to help." "Sure but...to be honest. I didn't believe it." Sam gave him a worried look. "Bad experience?", he asked. "You could say that.", answered Jim short and kept going. They worked in silence with Morph around their feet, mopping the shoes of the two teens. Jim sighed after a while and looked at Morph and Sam and the shapeshifter coughed up some bubbles. "Well, this has been a fun day huh? Making new friends...", he said and looked at Sammy who was busy with mopping. Still, he noticed that the 16 years old was listening because his ears twitched. "Like that spider psycho.", he continued. Morph shaped into Scroop and repeated. Sam just chuckled and turned to face them. "Heh...a little uglier.", said Jim only for Morph to do what he said. "Come on. He isn't that bad Morphy.", laughed Sam. "Nah...it's pretty close.", stated Jim and chuckled too.

[corxunum]

[ I had en extremely busy week in the first place and now on top of everything... maybe you've heard of the massive rainstorms and floods happening all over Europe right now. Well, yesterday, our basement was flooded freaking THRICE. Besides staying up all night to mop, dry and clean, we are fine though and not too much got ruined besides the walls, but now we need to pay loads to get our drainage system fixed and possibly a lot more so we're not totally flooded every time it rains *le sigh* in other news, I'm not sure how much I'll be around next week. We need to get this mess sorted out asap. Love ya all, don't be a stranger in the IMs or on Discord where you'll find me lurking on occasion. Have a lovely Sunday and stay awesome. 😘 ]

[sevendeadlymorons]

Since I tried sending you the Shrek script ill give you the wap lyrics

I said, certified freak

Seven days a week

Wet-ass fussy

Make that pull-out game weak, woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass fussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass fussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass fussy

Beat it up ,dude, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this fussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a kegel while it's inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This fussy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I'm surprised

Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck

Right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me

Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be

I'll run down on him 'fore I have a dude running me

Talk your shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dong (while you ride that dong)

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang

He already made his mind up 'fore he came

Now get your boots and your coat

For this wet-ass fussy

He bought a phone just for pictures

Of this wet-ass fussy

Pay my tuition just to kiss me

On this wet-ass fussy

Now make it rain if you wanna

See some wet-ass fussy

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker

I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker

Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that's where I'm headed

Fussy A1, just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy

I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dong, I'ma spell my name

Ah (whores in this house)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass fussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass fussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass fussy

Now from the top, make it drop

That's some wet-ass fussy

Now get a bucket and a mop

That's some wet-ass fussy

I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP

That's some wet-ass fussy

Macaroni in a pot

That's some wet-ass fussy, huh

(There's some whores in this house)

(There's some whores in this house)

Fuck it up kiwi 😭😩

[insilenceandbloodysong]

In silence | A Texas Chainsaw Massacre | Thomas Hewitt x FemSiren!OC | Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Chapter 7: Quiet

~~

Life around the homestead fell into a predictable routine after the incident with the Neighbor. Despite the quiet there was no shortage of chores to do around the house. It seemed that Momma Mae was determined to keep everyone as busy as possible.

"I don't wanna hear it, Hoyt." She chastised, shoving the tool box in his hands. Tommy coughed to hide his laugh, "The roof needs fixin', I'll be damned if I have to deal with another leak during another storm."

"Shit Momma-"

"Quiet boy, and do as I tell ya. Tommy you come help me in the kitchen."

She was gone before Hoyt could argue anymore. Tommy lumbered after her, and set to the list of chores she made for him. It was another hot day, and all the work just seemed to make it hotter. He found himself moving tables and chairs so Momma Mae could sweep and mop. Dinner was slowly simmering on the stove top, the smell of stew and spices filling the air. When she was done he was set to putting away the dishes, and then to dusting across the large house.

Chores were paused when lunch time came around; hearty leftovers from the night before that were devoured with hungry enthusiasm. Hoyt had made good time on the roof, according to him. He expected the work to be done before sun down.

"Best be done right, Hoyt." She warned as she started cleaning again. "Tommy, can you be a dear and grab the laundry from the washer. It needs dryin'."

Eager to help, and eager to please, he nodded and did as he was told. The basket was light in his own hands, but he knew that his momma wasn't as young as she used to be. Sometimes he could see the pain in her walk, the tremble in her hands. She never said anything, but he knew it bothered her.

Momma Mae was already at the clothes line when he walked out into the scorching afternoon sun. There was a hot breeze rolling through the plains that brought little comfort. And as always, the bugs were incessant. Without him meaning to his eyes wandered to the pond. Since the incident no one had really heard from the woman now living in their pond. Occasionally, while he was working outside, he'd catch a glimpse of her watching him, or who ever was out. Wide green eyes taking in everything with plain curiosity. Other times, he'd watch the water foam and swirl with her pacing.

Today, however, he was surprised to see her out. She lay across the water's edge, stretched out onto the hot, dry dirt on her belly with her head resting on her arms. Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful. Occasionally there was a twitch from her tail, as if she was dreaming. But he wasn't fool enough to believe she was really asleep.

"Tommy," Momma Mae shot him a warning look, "Don't go doin' anything foolish. She's mindin' her own business, and we'll mind ours."

Thomas nodded, and grabbed the clothes his momma handed over to him. He clipped them gingerly on the clothes line, each movement practiced and precise.

"I don't think she wants to be here." His momma said as they worked. Tommy gave her glance at that. "I've been keepin' an eye on her these past few days. She hasn't bothered us none since she dragged one of the cattle into the pond, or unless somethin' bothered her first."

Tommy didn't miss the stink eye she shot his way. He simply shrugged with a grunt.

"I don't think she can leave. She can get around sure enough, but I think that storm picked her up and tossed her around far from her home."

Tommy glanced back at the Neighbor and found her staring with intelligent green eyes. Defiant and challenging, as if daring him to come into the water. His fist clenched tightly, but he forced himself to keep still. To stay focused on the chores.

But he pondered his Momma Mae's words as they worked. It was obvious she didn't belong here, but if she wanted to leave so badly then why didn't she? What was keeping her in their small pond?

Tommy wished she'd just leave already so their lives could go back to normal.

~~

The humans and their routines were so strange. Like buzzing little insects, they seemed to work almost nonstop. As the days dragged on she found herself watching them more and more. At least to satiate her growing boredom. There were only so many hours she could sleep, and she was going insane with her endless pacing.

And the humans offered no end of amusing entertainment, it seemed.

They wiled away the hours, crawling over their little nest to fix it. Feeding their animals and so much else. Occasionally she caught the eyes of the Matriarch, or the big human, but not once did they make any threats. The only one who outwardly yelled at her, or gestured wildly was the old human. She could hardly find the energy to be bothered by him.

But today was a good day to sun herself. As she lay out and let the warmth fill her body and bones she felt herself begin to doze. Yet she was aware of the footsteps of the humans nearby. Once again they were set to chores, hanging out their fabrics.

She found herself watching; there was a bond between the big human and the matriarch. Like that of a mother and her son. There was a gentleness in the way he acted around her. There was a tenderness in her eyes when she looked at him.

This bond was not something she could understand easily. Her kind were solitary by nature. Years could go by before she saw one of her own, and even then meetings were violent. Territory was growing smaller and smaller every year as the humans spread and diseased their lands.

She remembered a time when there weren't so many humans. A time when she could swim the waterways of the vast swamps and sing to her hearts content. Where the water was clear, the wild flowers smelled sweet, and her friends were hearty and hale.

Things had changed though, and she wondered if her kind would soon die out.

It took her a moment to realize that she had caught the attention of the big human. She stared at him, and he at her. A breeze passed and neither of them made a move. She found herself wondering what he was thinking. He was no mere simple brute, that much she knew. There was too much calculation in the way he acted, in the way he hunted. Even in the way he lived.

What made him tick?

She blinked, breaking eye contact with the human and turned to her side to close her eyes. She didn't care, she told herself. Survive, and if she didn't go insane she'd be gone in a few months.

~~

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[chaoticandromantic]

I said, certified freak

Seven days a week,

Wet-ass pussy.

Make that pull-out game weak,

woo!

Yeah,

yeah,

yeah,

yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy.

Bring a bucket and a mop,

For this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got,

For this wet-ass pussy.

Beat it up *****,

Catch a charge.

Extra large and extra hard.

Put this pussy right in your face,

Swipe your nose like a credit card.

Hop on top,

I wanna ride.

I do a Kegel,

While it's inside.

Spit in my mouth,

Look in my eyes.

This pussy is wet,

Come take a dive.

Tie me up,

Like I'm surprised.

Let's role play,

I'll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck,

Right in this little garage.

Make it cream,

Make me scream.

Out in public,

Make a scene

I don't cook,

I don't clean...

But let me tell you how I got this ring

(ayy, ayy)

Gobble me, swallow me,

Drip down the side of me.

(yeah)

Quick,

Jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me!

(yeah)

I tell him where to put it,

Never tell him where I'm 'bout to be.

I'll run down on him,

'fore I have a ***** running me.

(pow, pow)

Talk your shit,

Bite your lip.

(yeah)

Ask for a car while you ride that dick.

(while you ride that dick)

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang.

(yeah)

He already made his mind up,

'fore he came.

(ayy, ah)

Now get your boots and your coat!

(ah, ah, ah)

For this wet-ass pussy.

He bought a phone just for pictures...

Of this wet-ass pussy.

(click, click, click)

Pay my tuition just to kiss me,

On this wet-ass pussy.

(mwah, mwah, mwah)

Now make it rain if you wanna:

See some wet-ass pussy.

(yeah, yeah)

Look,

I need a hard hitter,

I need a deep stroker.

I need a Henny drinker,

I need a weed smoker.

Not a garden snake,

I need a king cobra.

With a hook in it,

Hope it lean over.

He got some money,

Then that's where I'm headed.

Pussy A1,

Just like his credit.

He got a beard,

well...

I'm tryna wet it!

I let him taste it,

Now he diabetic.

I don't wanna spit,

I wanna GULP!

I wanna GAG,

I wanna CHOKE!

I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing,

That swing in the back of my throat.

My head game is fire,

Punani Dasani.

It's going in dry,

And it's coming out soggy.

I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me.

(yeah, ah)

I spit on his mic,

And now he tryna sign me.

(Woo)

Your honor,

I'm a freak bitch.

Handcuffs,

Leashes!

Switch my wig,

Make him feel like he cheating.

Put him on his knees,

Give him something to believe in.

Never lost a fight,

But I'm looking for a beating.

(ah)

In the food chain,

I'm the one that eat ya.

If he ate my ass...

He's a bottom feeder.

Big D stand for big demeanor,

I could make you bust before I ever meet ya.

If it don't hang,

Then he can't bang.

You can't hurt my feelings,

But I like pain.

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick,

I'ma spell my name.

Ah

(whores in this house)

Yeah,

yeah,

yeah.

Yeah,

You fucking with some wet-ass pussy.

Bring a bucket,

And a mop for this wet-ass pussy.

Give me everything you got,

For this wet-ass pussy.

Now from the top,

Make it drop.

That's some wet-ass pussy!

Now get a bucket and a mop,

That's some wet-ass pussy!

I'm talking WAP!

WAP!

WAP!

That's some wet-ass pussy.

Macaroni in a pot,

That's some wet-ass pussy,

huh

(There's some whores in this house)

(There's some whores in this house)

I'm afraid to say that this wins the game

Sorry yall

[nounaikakumeiigirl-archived]

I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet-ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy) Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah) Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah) I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me (pow, pow) Talk your shit, bite your lip (yeah) Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick) You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang (yeah) He already made his mind up 'fore he came (ayy, ah) Now get your boots and your coat (ah, ah, ah) For this wet-ass pussy He bought a phone just for pictures Of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click) Pay my tuition just to kiss me On this wet-ass pussy (mwah, mwah, mwah) Now make it rain if you wanna See some wet-ass pussy (yeah, yeah) Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1, just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing That swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me (yeah, ah) I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating (ah) In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make you bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name Ah (whores in this house) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet-ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet-ass pussy, huh (There's some whores in this house) (There's some whores in this house)

please just fucking end my suffering

[chainemails]

I 👁👀 said, 🏿💬 certified 👍👍 freak Seven days 🌚📆 a week ❗ Wet-ass ☔ pussy 👈 Make 🙋 that 🏼 pull-out 💦 game 🎮 weak, 😷🤒 woo Yeah, 🙋 yeah, yeah, 😏🙌 yeah 🙌 Yeah, ♂🙌 you fucking ➡ with some wet-ass pussy 💦 Bring 📉⬅ a bucket 🗑 and a mop for 🙌 this 🙌🤐 wet-ass 💧 pussy Give 🎁🚨 me 📞💏 everything you got 😂 for 🅱 this 🔥😑 wet-ass 💧💦 pussy 🍑💯 Beat it 👏❌ up, 🍅 nigga, 🏿 catch ⚾ a 🅰💰 charge Extra 🗣🗣 large 🏔 and extra hard 😳💵 Put this pussy right in 🍆↙ your face 😤🤖 Swipe your nose 👃💰 like a 👌 credit 👌 card 💳💳 Hop on 🥜 top, 👚🔼 I 👁🅱 wanna 😯 ride ♿♿ I 🙋 do 👏 a 💩 kegel while 💯 it's 😡😰 inside Spit 🤤🌊 in 🔙📥 my mouth, 💋💋 look 👀👁 in 💗🏡 my eyes This ❓ pussy 💦🐱 is wet, 🌊 come take 💨 a 🅰🅰 dive Tie 👌 me up like 👍♂ I'm ⏮ surprised Let's role play, 😎 I'll 👉☹ wear 👙👏 a 💩 disguise 🕵 I ⭐ want you to ✌ park 🏞 that big 😻🍆 Mack truck 🚛🚛 Right ❤❤ in 👏 this 👉🙅 little 🏽 garage Make it 🚶 cream, 🐄 make 🖕 me 🙋 scream 😱 Out 🐜 in 😩 public, 😞✔ make 👏 a 👏 scene 🤝🌅 I 🕵💬 don't 🚫 cook, I ♀💰 don't clean ✨ But ❌ let ✋ me 🔫 tell 🤔🗣 you 👆 how 🐼 I got this ⬇ ring (ayy, 🆒 ayy) 🆒 Gobble me, swallow 🤢 me, 🏽 drip down 👉 the 👌 side of me Quick, jump out 😳 'fore you let it 😭 get 👨🍆 inside 😱 of me 😀😭 I 👁 tell 🗣📞 him 😤 where 😈 to 😆🖇 put it, never ♂❌ tell him ✅ where 🐕🌵 I'm 👁👆 'bout to 👁💦 be 🐝🐝 I'll 👩 run 🏃 down on 🔛👏 him ♀😤 'fore I have a 👌🅱 nigga 🏿 running ♀🏃 me Talk 🗣🗣 your ⬅😡 shit, bite your 🏼👀 lip 👄 Ask 🙋❓ for a 🅰👌 car while 👱💯 you 😶 ride ♿ that 😳 dick (while you 💦💦 ride 🏇♿ that dick) 🍆🍆 You 👈 really 😍😍 ain't never 🙅 gotta ☠ fuck him for a 🅿 thang ✂✂ He 👨 already 😞 made 💯⚗ his 💦👣 mind 💪 up 'fore he 👨 came 💦💦 Now 😏 get 🌾🅾 your 👏 boots 👢👞 and your coat For this 🌈 wet-ass 💦💦 pussy 😍 He 😵 bought 🏿 a 🍆 phone 📱👉 just ❓ for pictures 🚺 Of ✝💦 this 👏✅ wet-ass 💦💦 pussy Pay 💰 my tuition just to kiss me 🏾 On 🔛 this ⁉ wet-ass 🌊💦 pussy Now 🕥 make 📣 it 👋😏 rain 💦🅱 if ☔🤔 you wanna See 👁 some 💦 wet-ass pussy 😸 Look, 👀👀 I 🤢 need ✊😇 a 👌 hard 🔩💦 hitter, I need a deep 😝 stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker ☢ Not ⛔ a garden snake, 🐍 I ☝ need a 👏👌 king cobra With a 🅱 hook ⚓⚓ in 👏 it, hope 👐😾 it 💡 lean over 😑💦 He got 🤤 some money, 💴💸 then that's where I'm 😩 headed Pussy 🍑 A1, just 👏💞 like his 😠 credit He 👦 got 💰 a 💰 beard, well, I'm 👱👏 tryna 👆🏿 wet 💦 it 😠 I 😍👁 let 🙆😤 him 👪 taste 👅😂 it, now 👏 he diabetic I don't 🙈🙈 wanna 🤕 spit, 🌊 I 👁😋 wanna 🙇 gulp I 🏼 wanna ♀😩 gag, I 👈 wanna 🙇🙇 choke I want you 👉👏 to 👉 touch 👈 that 🔀 lil' dangly thing ✋😂 That swing in the 👦 back 😰 of 🔉😍 my throat My head 🦊👱 game 🏀🎮 is 💦🔥 fire, 🔥 punani Dasani It's 😩 going in dry 🏜 and 🙏 it's coming out 🏍💦 soggy I 👀👁 ride on 🔛🔛 that 👏👉 thang ✂ like the 🕑 cops ♀ is behind me I 👨 spit on his 💦 mic and 👏 now ✊😱 he 🅱🏋 tryna sign me, 👀 woo 😤🖐 Your 💦🚪 honor, I'm 🙇👀 a 💰 freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch 🎚💑 my 🔥👖 wig, make ♀🖍 him feel 😩 like he 👈😡 cheating Put 😏😏 him on 🚟🏿 his 🤓 knees, 💦👢 give him 💦👱 something ♀😅 to 🈶💦 believe ✡ in Never lost a 👌😯 fight, 👊 but 🍑 I'm 👀💁 looking for a ✨ beating In the food 🍝 chain, 💎 I'm 😎 the one that 💯😐 eat ya 😩 If 👏 he ate 👅👅 my 😫 ass, 🍑 he's a bottom feeder Big 😏 D stand for big 🤤😩 demeanor I could make 👏👏 you 👤 bust 💨 before I 👁 ever 😂⁉ meet 💯 ya 😩😘 If 🙄 it don't 🚫😡 hang, 🐶 then he 😡📈 can't 👿💦 bang You can't hurt my 💯💯 feelings, 😭 but ☝ I 👈 like pain If ❓ he 👨 fuck 🖕👉 me 🙈🙈 and 👏 ask, 👏❓ "Whose is 👉 it?" 🔄 When 🍑⏰ I ride ♿♿ the 👏 dick, 😈🍆 I'ma 💁 spell 💪 my name 📖 Ah (whores in this 👈 house) 😩🏚 Yeah, 👍😜 yeah, ✅😜 yeah 🙌 Yeah, ✅ you fucking with some wet-ass pussy 😸 Bring a 🔥 bucket 🗑 and a 👺 mop for 🎄👉 this wet-ass 💦 pussy Give 👏👐 me everything 😍 you 👆 got ♂ for 🕓 this wet-ass 😖 pussy 😍👌 Now from 👉👊 the 👏 top, 🔼 make 🏈🖌 it ✊ drop That's some ⛄👨 wet-ass pussy 🐱🐱 Now 😱 ge

[the-resurrection-3d]

I said, certified freak

Seven days a week

Wet-ass pussy

Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Beat it up, n*, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this pussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a kegel while it's inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I'm surprised

Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck

Right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah)

Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah)

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be

I'll run down on him 'fore I have a n* running me (pow, pow)

Talk your shit, bite your lip (yeah)

Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang (yeah)

He already made his mind up 'fore he came (ayy, ah)

Now get your boots and your coat (ah, ah, ah)

For this wet-ass pussy

He bought a phone just for pictures

Of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click)

Pay my tuition just to kiss me

On this wet-ass pussy (mwah, mwah, mwah)

Now make it rain if you wanna

See some wet-ass pussy (yeah, yeah)

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker

I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker

Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that's where I'm headed

Pussy A1, just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy

I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me (yeah, ah)

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating (ah)

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name

Ah (whores in this house)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Now from the top, make it drop

That's some wet-ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop

That's some wet-ass pussy

I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP

That's some wet-ass pussy

Macaroni in a pot

That's some wet-ass pussy, huh

(There's some whores in this house)

(There's some whores in this house)

I asked my siblings how I should respond and my sister said "kill yourself" and my brother said "reply back with the lyrics but throw in a random slur"

[teddibearclub]

whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there’s some whores in this house i said certified freak, seven days a week wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy beat it up, catch a charge extra large and extra hard put this pussy right in your face swipe your nose like a credit card hop on top, i wanna ride i do a kegel while it's inside spit in my mouth, look in my eyes this pussy is wet, come take a dive tie me up like i'm surprised let's roleplay, i'll wear a disguise i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage make it cream, make me scream out in public, make a scene i don't cook, i don't clean but let me tell you how i got this ring gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me i tell him where to put it, never tell him where i'm 'bout to be i’ll run down on him 'fore i have a runnin' me talk your shit, bite your lip ask for a car while you ride that dick you really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang he already made his mind up 'fore he came now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy he bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy look, i need a hard hitter, need a deep stroker need a henny drinker, need a weed smoker not a garter snake, i need a king cobra with a hook in it, hope it lean over he got some money, then that's where i'm headed pussy a1 just like his credit he got a beard, well, i'm tryna wet it i let him taste it, now he diabetic i don't wanna spit, i wanna gulp i wanna gag, i wanna choke i want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat my head game is fire, punani dasani it's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy i ride on that thing like the cops is behind me i spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo your honor, i'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin' put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in never lost a fight, but i'm lookin' for a beatin' in the food chain, i'm the one that eat ya if he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder big d stand for big demeanor i could make ya bust before i ever meet ya if it don't hang, then he can't bang you can't hurt my feelings, but i like pain if he fuck me and ask "whose is it?" when i ride the dick, i'ma spell my name, ah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussy now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussy i'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet-ass pussy macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house there's some whores in this house

[weehoo-bitch]

I said, certified freak

Seven days a week

Wet-ass pussy

Make that pull-out game weak, woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Beat it up, (bad word), catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this pussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a kegel while it's inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I'm surprised

Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck

Right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me

Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be

I'll run down on him 'fore I have a (bad word) running me

Talk your shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang

He already made his mind up 'fore he came

Now get your boots and your coat

For this wet-ass pussy

He bought a phone just for pictures

Of this wet-ass pussy

Pay my tuition just to kiss me

On this wet-ass pussy

Now make it rain if you wanna

See some wet-ass pussy

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker

I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker

Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that's where I'm headed

Pussy A1, just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy

I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name

Ah (whores in this house)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Now from the top, make it drop

That's some wet-ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop

That's some wet-ass pussy

I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP

That's some wet-ass pussy

Macaroni in a pot

That's some wet-ass pussy, huh

(There's some whores in this house)

(There's some whores in this house)

thank you bean very cool!

[edward-richtofen-queen]

Beyond The Veil [Part 2 of 2]

Masterlist

Part 1 ← | Part 2 ↓

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After moments of unbearable pain, Julie woke up covered in dried tears and distress—had Susie just betrayed her in the blink of an eye without even letting her explain? The pain eased away into nothing as she numbly stared into the fire, unpleasant memories from her first kill flooding back into her mind.

Muffled cries left Julie's lips as an unfamiliar man grabbed her by the back of her jacket as a hand cupped over her mouth. It had been a dare from Frank that lead them here, and now Julie was being held against her will by what seemed to be the janitor. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she struggled to get free from the man's grasp only to hear the man cry in pain as she was let go and met with cold tile to her face.

"We've got to kill him now—go on," Frank demands, Julie standing up to stare at the now bleeding man on the floor. Joey was the first to react, swiping the blade from Frank's bloodied hand and stabbing the cleaner in his ribs as he let out a pained whine. Joey gestured the knife to Susie, whom only shook her head. "I—I can't do it," She whispered, looking away from the knife and the body. Frank clenched his teeth, his voice raised as he spoke, "We've got to finish what we started, Susie! You can't pussy out now, it's too late."

Julie took the knife from Joey, closing her eyes and sliding the blade into the man's chest as he sobbed out once more—quietly this time. Susie, with eyes wide looked at Julie with scared eyes as Frank took her hands and stabbed the knife into the man's throat to end his suffering. Silence filled the small store as they sat there to admire or grimace, Frank barking orders as Julie and Susie mopped while Joey helped Frank with the body. Murder was never an easy task as they loaded the body into the back of Joey's truck, leaving the crime scene as if nothing ever happened.

Ever since that day, Julie was wasn't very keen of surprises—let alone being hugged or touched from behind or on her back.

Julie hadn't kept track of time, her eyes glistening with tears and reflecting the licking flames of the campfire. Her face had been wiped of all emotions, a hollow shell of a woman. Patting her dried tears from her face, her lips were drawn in a line as she stared blankly up at the sky. Her heart ached and pulsed in pain, having been betrayed by one of her own friends. "Julie?" The sweet southern accent made her internal pain ease—she decided that mute was the way to go, using her eye quite like her mouth was used.

Eyeing the singer, Kate flinched back—her face was blank but her eyes were a wreck of emotions. Sadness pitted with anger and despair pooled in her orbs as she turned away, having looked to long. "You're upset," Kate spoke, sitting close but not too close to Julie for a little comfort. Julie was still an unknown factor—she was never emotional during trials, and everyone acted different when expressing varying emotions. "I understand, Julie. I'm guessing one of your previous friends was in trial?" Kate gave a light frown as she saw Julie flinch—they must've done something to her to make her act this way.

"Anythin' I can do ta' help?" She asked sweetly again, pulling out her guitar to strum some type of ambience to ease the tension laying a blanket over the camp. Julie shook her head as Claudette came to sit next to Kate. "Is she okay?" Her soft sweet voice made Julie glance over at the chocolate colored girl, a sweet little smile painting her face as she waved to Julie. Fixing her glasses with a finger, Kate shook her head. "She's a bit upset so I'm tryin' ta' help," The singer explains as Claudette nods.

Gasping, Claudette disappears for a moment and returns with an object in her hands. Julie stiffened as an the object was placed on her head, a giggle escaping the botanist's lips. "You look adorable in a flower crown, sweetie," She spoke, Julie's fingers feeling up her hair to touch the weaved crown. A small little smile made Kate beam, holding out a hand for Julie to take. "You feel a little better? I want ya' ta' meet the others properly and stay for girl's night—you up for it?"

Feeling a little more confidence, Julie took the hand as both woman led her to a corner of the campsite.

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

Julie had lost count of the trials she went through, going up killers she remembered making friends with. She was sacrificed once or twice for being altruistic, but was still happy to play out of her comfort zone for a little while. Kate, Claudette and Nea became her temporary friends.

Alas, she was being taken back to murder once more.

The small group of girls had been chatting, making conversation about The Shape or Michael after a scare of him having Infinite Tier Three. Trials were done for the day and decided to do something fun as Claudette taught Julie how to weave crowns and Julie learned a couple more songs. When fog crept to Julie's leg, a sense of sadness fell over her. "It looks like it's my time," She announced, fixing her hoodie as they gave her a side hug. "Will you let us go when we see you again?" Nea asks jokingly, fixing the beanie atop her head as Julie laughed. "I'll think about it. I'll see you in trial!"

With glowing orange and black claws, The Entity dropped her back in Ormond—her home. The air was flooded with white, cold bliss spilling on her pale fingertips—how she missed home. Walking into the large resort, the crackling of the old fashioned oven/fireplace brought the only warmth they had in this cold land but she was used to it. Her mask in place over here face, she felt tears rushing down her eyes again—how would she be able to keep her composure now that her best friend had the audacity to kill her in cold blood? Had being around her that long not given her enough time to memorize her features?

Sitting on the couches around the fireplace sat Joey and Frank, whom now noticed their pale friend. "Julia?" Frank's warms voice made Julie break into a sob, throwing herself between both men and removing her mask to place on the table. Joey and Frank gave each other worried glances as her face dived for Joey's neck, sloppy wet tears dripping down his skin. Scooting closer, Frank and Joey comforted Julie as she wept and wept. Whispering words of comfort, her tears eventually ran dry as she grew tired, Joey holding her close as she cuddled him. Wiping her tears from her cheeks, she looked peacefully as she gave a broken kind of smile as she slept.

"She was gone for a full day and came back crying," Frank muttered to Joey as Julie sniffled in her sleep, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Susie said something about an imposter—you think it was Julie but Susie couldn't remember?" Joey asked as Frank shrugged, stroking her hair with cautious fingers. "Probably—you think Susie has Capgras? She knows Julie by her voice but she does tend to forget her face." Joey huffed, holding Julie as she whispered in her sleep.

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When Julie awoke, her fingers brushed up against leather fabric and the smell of sandalwood filled her nose—she has been cuddling with Joey, hadn't she? "Morning, Sunshine," Joey's voice spoke from above her, legs sprawled and tangled together as she looked up at him. "Hey Joey," She smiled as he hummed, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she blushed. "How long was I out?" Julie asked as Joey flipped his wrist to look at his watch. "A good hour or so—you good?" He asked as she nodded, removing herself from his embrace.

Walking up the steps, Julie completely ignored the pink haired girl as she stopped at the door. Susie immediately went after her as she leaned against the railing, a regretful look on her face. "Julie?" Susie's voice came to her as no response was given a hefty sigh leaving her pink lips. "Julie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't believe you—you were suddenly gone and you didn't look like you to me." Susie explained, fingers twirling her thumbs as she went to speak again only to not have words. A twitch in Julie's eye made Susie flinch slightly, her sudden movements angered and serious.

"You're telling me in all the time that we've been friends, you forgot what I looked like?" Tears dripped down her cheeks as she spoke, fingers holding her arms as she shook. "You said you'd never hurt me, Susie. You broke your promise to me—our friendship promise! How am I supposed to believe you anymore? I even quivered when you touched my back! You know I hate it when people touch my back! Ever since that night, I can't be touched on the back. I thought you knew this, because i thought you knew me!" Sobs racked her frame as she finished venting, fingers covering her eyes as guilt washed over Susie.

Julie hadn't been this emotional in a very long time, anxiety of being judged always a thing to worry about in high school. Multiple steps hurried up the stairs as Susie hugged Julie gently, careful around her back. "I was an idiot, I didn't tell you guys I had Capgras Syndrome—I didn't think it would come back to haunt me. I'm sorry, Jules," Susie sniffled, pressing a friendly kiss to her cheeks as she stifled her sobs. Joey's chocolate hands cupped Julie's cheeks, Julie leaning into his warmth as Frank held her hands.

"I love you—all of you," Julie spoke, blinking away her tears and smiling warmly. Frank chuckled, pecking her lips. "Of course—we're The Legion, loving each other through and through. Isn't that right?" Joey and Susie hummed in agreement as she melted into their combined embraces.

Maybe that back thing didn't matter that much anymore...

[lovablepiece-of-toast]

@thatonedudewithasnzkink 's adorkeble ocs Nolan and Caden ~♡

Suprisingly, emeto

Me: What is the best way to whump Nolan?

Ya boii Theodore: Food poisoning

Me: Food poisoning it is.

And then I made it extra fluffy because these bois deserve the Best. Love'em

Thank you @thatonedudewithasnzkink for asking me if I could write about Nolan and Caden. You're amazing. This has been a wild ride.

Mentioned: emeto, vomiting, food poisoning, some swears.

Enjoy my attempt :)

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It was an absolutely lovely warm summer day. And a day off on top of that. Caden was scrolling on his phone, sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table. His eyelids fluttered everytime the breeze from the turning fan hit his face. He had gotten over the coldsneezes a while ago. He smiled. Caden had an idea.

Nolan sat across from him, scribbling on a notepad, trying to figure out what they should eat for lunch and dinner. The week had been extremely busy for the two, with both working extra. At the end of May, the cafe was catering many gratuation parties and people frequented the pharmacy to stock up on all kinds of things for long vacations. So, neither Nolan nor Caden really had time to run errands, icluding buying groceries. Jasper had gone to visit his sister (the only nice relative) , so now they were left with a near empty fridge.

"Nolan", Caden looked up from his phone.

"Yeah", Nolan's curious eyes met his smiling ones.

"I think we deserve a date".

"A date, you say?", Nolan hummed. "Anything specific in mind?".Caden pulled a proud grin and handed the phone over. Nolan took a good look at the website presented. It was for a new sushi eatery and on the top of the page read in big, Asian-style letters:

Grand opening May 23rd

We roll with costumers orders!

"It's just down few blocks from here", Caden explained, leaning over the table, "And they say it's organic. We haven't seen eachother all week. I missed You Nolan Anderson!". Suddenly, Nolan's smooth lips were firmly pressed against his. Caden's eyes fluttered shut with suprise and he found himself akwardly tilting his head to get the best of his lover's embrace.

"Sounds good", Nolan said when they parted. Caden just noded, caught off guard.

"Le-let's go then!", he stood up and padded away, blushing madly and giggling. Gosh he loved that man.

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Their walk home was uneventful. But while holding hands, Caden couldn't ignore how Nolan hastily squeezed his hand tighter every now and again. He tried not to think much of it, seeing as his giant boyfriend was very protective over him.

Caden concern grew quite a bit when Nolan muffled a burp into his fist. Sure, there was nothing unordinary about burping after eating if it wasn't for the grimace Nolan pulled as Caden glanced at his face.

" 'cuse me", Nolan smiled sheepishly, feeling his worried gaze. Caden puckered his lips and faced forward.

"You seemed to like the sushi", he stated casually.

"Yeah", Nolan took a deep breath and swallowed,"Of course. Thanks Cay, that was a great idea". He leaned down and pressed a kiss into Caden's crimson hair.

"You liked it too, didn't you? I was worried you'd eat yourself sick from all that dango".

"They're sweet. What can a man do!?", Caden shoved him playfully. Another full sounding burp rumbled off Nolan's chest and Caden huffed as it was right up his ear.

"Sorryh", Nolan chuckled, "Guess that's my stomach agreeing".

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But Oh the-ever-loving-scorching-sun was he lying. When Caden finally fished out the home key from his pocket, Nolan's not-at-all-agreeing stomach had creeped up to his throat. Caden opened the door and he quickly pressed past him, handing his phone and wallet to his boyfriend.

"Na-ture's call!", Nolan managed to say before swiftly dissappearing to their bedroom.

"Okay", Caden was left standing in at the doorway. He blinked and shook his head. Nothing weird about needing the toilet, he comfirmed and went to put the take-out into the fridge.

Next he went to his and Nolan's bedroom. As Caden was plugging his own phone to charge, a sudden massive belch coming from the bathroom nearly shot him out of his skin.

"No-Nolan!?", he yelp at the sound of a thick liquid hitting water. Caden's heart puonded in his chest. He tried to swallow the panic. As someone who often felt sick because of medication and seizures and just because, he damn well knew vomiting when he heard it.

And, as proven by the sheer volume of his boyfriend's sneezes, when Nolan was sick he was loud.

"Nolan?", Caden quietly knock on the bathroom door. The answer he got was sickly burp followed by more splattering.

"D-Don't-blah-com' in...", a strained voice echoed back. That's it. Caden ignored the request and opened the door...

And clapped a hand over his mouth to not get overwhelmed be the smell and suppress a gasp of shock. Nolan was hunched over the toilet still standing, gripping the top of the tank with white knuckles. Shirt absolutely drenched outlining every toned muscle of his torso, upright hair pointed all over the place and the blue-ish green eyes showed an emotion the redhead had rarely seen; Fear? Confusion? Definately shocked.

Shaking himself into action, Caden quickly moved to Nolan's side. Hand on his partner's back, he felt the back muscles jolting with abortive heaves.

"Oookay...", Caden helped Nolan onto the floor just in time as another wave of projectile vomit gushed from his lips. Caden swore he started to look a little green.

"Do-Do I need to call The Priest?", Caden winced, frow growing deeper. He rubbed Nolan's back, other hand smoothing stray strands of bleached blond hair off his clammy forehead in an effort to bring some comfort. It hurt Caden's heart watching his boyfriend, his guardian angel, get kicked in the gut by an out of nowhere puke-demon.

The violent wave of sick started to tapper out. Nolan dry heaved a few times and rested his head on his forearms on the dirtied rim of the toilet, panting like he had ran a marathon.

"Oooouuuu", he groaned with no voice left after purging. Caden rested his plam over Nolan's forehead.

"Hmm...I don't feel a fever", he stated.

"Nah, not a virus", Nolan breathed out," M'fine. Food poisoning just~ ", he wrapped his arm tightly around his midsection and heaved a trickle of puke.

"Well, good to know, but you still seem pretty bad", Caden continued gently massaging Nolan's shoulders, "You must be getting dehydrated by now".

Nolan whimpered and pushed himself away from the mess. Caden reached to flush the toilet and held back a gag as the dirty water whirled out of sight.

"Hey,Feel any better?", he asked softly. Nolan nodded slowly.

"Bit nauseous still. But think I'm done, for now", he swallowed and allowed Caden to lean him back against the tiled wall. The touch of cold through his sweat-soaked shirt made Nolan shiver. Yet it felt so good. Even without fever, the warm, humid air didn't exactly aid the warm, queasy feeling shifting in his stomach.

"I feel discusting", Nolan moaned.

"I believe", Caden unrolled some toilet paper and handed the wad to him. Nolan lazily mopped the strings of sick off his chin, threw it into the toilet and hugged his knees, eyes squeezed shut. He could finally take a breath, a deep, shaky breath. Caden patted his arm lightly.

"It's okay, Nolan", he assured. "I'll go get you some water, yeah? Do you need anything else?".

"M'good", Nolan was fiddling with the bottons of his shirt. The task seemed difficult with such shaky firgers. Caden offered to help and quickly worked them open.

"There we go. Let's get you into something more comfortable, too", he glanced at his poorly boyfriend once more before leaving to fetch the supplies.

And as soon as Caden was out of the room, he was again startled by sounds of merciless puking. Wanting to go back, he decited agaist it. Nolan must definately need water after being so sick. Caden made his way to the kitchen and filled one of Nolan's sportsbottles. The entire time he kept telling himself; "Don't you panic, don't you panic. Nolan needs you right now."

On his way back, Caden stopped to get a fresh set of clothes. A gym t-shirt and sweatshorts should do. They are light and comfortable.

Caden re-entered the bathroom and nearly dropped the things he was holding in shocked. Nolan was doubled over in front of the toilet, crying. He had a wad of toilet paper in one hand, firmly gripping the rim with the other. While tears rolled down his flushed cheeks he slowly moved the wad back and forth on the seat, spreading the vomit around.

"Nolan? What are you doing?", there was a mix of worry and confusion in Caden's voice. Nolan seemed to switch from autopilot to awareness before looking up.

"Mmm-made amess... I cle-hic-clean", he explained hoarsly through sobs; "Don'worry". Nolan looked utterly defeated and not at all up for the task.

Caden sighed, danced around Nolan to the cabinet and pulled out a rag.

"I'll clean it up while you rest", he dropped to Nolan's level. Nolan looked like he wanted to protest but Caden bopped his nose to stop the words.

"It's okay. I might be a little squeamish, but I puke often, it's hell. And I can't exactly carry you if you do deside to wipe yourself unconscious", he said affectionately.

Nolan seemed to get the hint but before neither of them could do anything, his face twisted in pain and he lurched foward, coughing up bile. Caden was quick to pat him on the back. More tears poured from Nolan's eyes and he thumbed them away.

"Shh, you'll be all right. Just let it happen and try to breath, I'm right here".

After several more minutes hacking and gagging Nolan collapsed into Caden's arms, breathing heavy and shallow. Caden held him and rubbed his arm. Nolan was a foot taller and more bulkier build, but at that moment as they sat on the bathroom floor, already gone nose-blind to the smell of sick, he seemed to fit just nicely onto his lap.

"Mr.Becker, I don't feel so good", Nolan mumbled, making Caden chuckle.

"I know. But don't you dare turn into space dust. Want some water?".

"Ye-yes", Nolan answered reluctantly. Caden reached for the bottle and unsrewed the cap. He wet a corner of Nolan's open shirt and used it to his boyfriend's face before bringing the bottle to his parted lips, tilting it just enough for small sips. With each gulp Caden felt Nolan relax and his breathing even out.

"There we go, you good?", he asked when Nolan moved away from the bottle.

"Mmm...tired", Nolan hummed, "Can we go to bed?".

"Of course!", Caden quickly set the water aside and carefully moved out from under him. "Can you get up?".

Nolan pondered a minute, hid his head and held out one hand; "Sorry."

"No problem". Caden grabbed it and the doorframe.

"And up we go". Using the frame as support, he slowly but surely levered both of them off the floor. It wasn't that difficult even. Most people might be deceived by his petit apperence but Caden had suprising hidden streght in him.

He hugged Nolan by the waist while the latter found his footing.

"Good to go?"

"Think so", Nolan let Caden dug under his arm and allowed himself to lean on him quite a bit.

"Let's get you comfy, yea? ".

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If anyone would walk in at that moment, they might get the wrong idea. Nolan sat at the end of the bed, elbows pinned to his knees, one hand clapped over his mouth, near in tears and just looking generally drained. Caden was on one knee in front of him, biting his lip nervously peering up at his face, Nolan's other hand sandwiched between his own.

"Are you going to throw up?", he broke the silence.

Nolan nodded. He pointed at the small thrash can in the corner. "Ple-Please? I just need to this over with"

Caden moved fast and in no time the container was on Nolan's lap. He clutched it tight as a nauseas burp came screaming out with empty gags and saliva for days. Caden could only hold him and rub a soothing arc across his broad shoulders, all the while whispering soothing words.

Seeing there was nothing left to bring up, he took the thrash can and placed it on the floor.

"I'm sorry your tummy got so upset".

Nolan shook his head. "Not your fault. Tasted funny. And if you're okay...", he trailed off.

"Me? I'm fine, don't worry", Caden hadn't had time to think about himself, but nothing seemed off so far.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about you. Now you just get comfy and rest. And let me take care of you. Okay that shirt needs to go", he rambled as he helped Nolan out of the damp shirt and jean shorts.

"I'll go throw these with the laundry. Here's a clean one", Caden patted the folded shirt next to Nolan and left.

When he came back a minute later, Nolan had managed to fall asleep. He must have been just that tired. A little smile crossesd Caden's lips. There was nothing to smile about in his boyfriend's misfortune, but c'mon, he slept like a baby. Arms outstretched and head tilted much like a toddler.

Quietly tiptoeing to the bathroom and putting on a mask and cloves, Caden was ready to face the toilet seat. It wasn't a huge mess but since Nolan had vomited from a standing height, the rim was splashed. For starters he flushed it again. The gushing of water suddenly sounded very loud and he hoped the other didn't wake up. Didn't seem like it. Good.

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Caden was finishing up scrubbing, when the suffling of bed sheets and a deep groan could be heard. He rinsed his hands and peeked over to see a very drowsy Nolan sitting up, cradling his bare stomach. He whimpered with a pained grimace crumpled on his face.

Heart melting from sympathy and pity Caden crawled onto the bed and sat up against the headboard;"C'mere".

Nolan dragged himself and sluggishly snuggled up to his small lover. Caden guided his head to rest on his shoulder and began stroking his hair. The sweat and gel had mixed, making it a messy mop, so Caden took to smoothing down complitely. His other hand wordered to Nolan's stomach and rubbed gently. Nolan whined but pulled the hand back when Caden stopped.

"Oh, Does this help?", he obliged. Nolan's abs were rock hard from cramps and strain and it couldn't feel pleasent.

"Aha", Nolan shivered and huddled closer.

"Hey are you cold?". Caden's worry was growing greately. Sure the midday heat had died down since their date but it was still warm and most certainly not chilly.

"A little. Must be some draft. Ouu... hurts", Nolan cried out and broke out in cold sweat.

"Fuck I forgot how bad this feels. Had the stomach flu when I was 7 but that's about it. No upset stomach since then", he recounted.

"Well poor little Nolan", Caden teased and kissed Nolan on the cheek.

"Shut up", Nolan chuckled. Caden was happy to see him cheer up. After a fit of muffled giggling and like some little kids and "oh drop it" and "sorryyy" here and there, Nolan sighed and stared into space all melancholy.

"I guess all those classes and courses and lectures about food safety and foodborne illnesses they had us take weren't for nothing"

"Well what did they they teach you?", Caden was eager to know what was making his very healthy and frankly very protective boyfriend so, so sick yet let him, Caden, stay and care for him.

"Food poisoning or foodborne illness is caused by consuming food products contaminated with bacteria, parasites or other toxins and can range from mild to life-threatening", Nolan started as if he was giving a lecture, "Anyways, I seem to have to deal with the bacteria Staphylococcus aureus. The most common and 'harmless' type. Solves itself in a day or two. There's really nothing to do except vomit it out then rest and most importantly stay hyderated", Nolan put great emphasis on the last part. "Meds like Pepto Bismol can also be taken to ease the symptoms".

"So Pepto, more water and naps", Caden counted with his fingers and nodded. He got up to get the medicine and to refill Nolan sportsbottle.

"You can put that on", handed Nolan the t-shirt.

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Caden found the hot-pink Pepto bottle and brought it to him. Nolan, who now had the shirt on, downed the pink liquid and washed it down with the cold, refressing water. After giving the bottles to Caden, he hummed relieved and laid down on his side, curling up a little.

"Naptime", he informed.

"Okay", Caden smiled warmly and stroke Nolan's messy hair until he was comlitely asleep.

With Nolan comfortable and sleeping, Caden figured there wasn't much to do but wait and hope for the best. He took his laptop from where it was charging, desiting to work on a few papers he had write for university before the summer break started. Before doing so he texted to Jasper:

Caden thanked him and put the phone aside.

He leaned over and pecked a kiss on Nolan's forehead.

"Schlaf gut, mein liebling", he whispered.~♡

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Ps: also tagging @rachthecool who wanted to see this prompt in action (or a variation)

[riaimm]

[Intro: Cardi B, Frank Ski & Megan Thee Stallion]

Whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house (Hold up)

I said certified freak, seven days a week

Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak (Ah)

[Chorus: Cardi B]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

[Verse 1: Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion]

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this pussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a kegel while it's inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I'm surprised

Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you, I got this ring (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yuh)

Quick, jump out 'fore you let you get inside of me (Yuh)

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh)

I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga runnin' me (Pow, pow, pow)

Talk your shit, bite your lip (Yuh)

Ask for a car while you ride that dick (While you ride that dick)

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thing (Yuh)

He already made his mind up 'fore he came (Ayy, ah)

Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy (Ah, ah, ah)

He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy (Click, click, click)

Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy (Mwah, mwah, mwah)

Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy (Yuh, yuh)

[Verse 3: Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion]

Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep stroker

Need a Henny drinker, need a weed smoker

Not a garter snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that's where I'm headed

Pussy A1 just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy

I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (Yuh, ah)

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

[Verse 4: Megan Thee Stallion]

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'

Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin'

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask Whose is it?

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah

[Chorus: Cardi B]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussy

I'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet-ass pussy

Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh

[Outro: Frank Ski]

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house

[sharkkgurl]

I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet-ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah) Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah) I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me (pow, pow) Talk your shit, bite your lip (yeah) Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick) You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang (yeah) He already made his mind up 'fore he came (ayy, ah) Now get your boots and your coat (ah, ah, ah) For this wet-ass pussy He bought a phone just for pictures Of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click) Pay my tuition just to kiss me On this wet-ass pussy (mwah, mwah, mwah) Now make it rain if you wanna See some wet-ass pussy (yeah, yeah)

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1, just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing That swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me (yeah, ah) I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating (ah) In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make you bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name Ah (whores in this house)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet-ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet-ass pussy, huh

(There's some whores in this house) (There's some whores in this house)

do you like boobs be honest?