#ty for the reminder holy fuck

[kitch3nsink]

Hi,

I heard the chef has a cat. That's lovely! Could someone pet it for me please?

Thank you,

Patron

her name is Penelope.

[oolathurman]

for Kinktober Lite by @thelealinhypehouse heehoo

also tagging @valleyofthemachinegods >:]

[ashyllum]

𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 (Yandere! Sunday x Reader)

Gn! Reader (sub/bottom reader)

Desperate Pining series - Sunday edition

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

CW: power play, sexual guilt, desperation, mind fuck, mind break, yandere doing yandere stuff, sunday being sunday, conditioning, sunday molding reader

Play the song for best experience

You had made many mistakes in your life, joining the Iris family, your career choice, but none could compare to falling for Sunday, the Oak family's head, daring to pine for him romantically, while all you were a mere performer, hell, not even an innocent singer or actor, you were a host/hostess in a nightclub, a glorified whore.

You could never forget the day you saw the angel, in the club during your shift, as he entertained some family's guests.

The way he walked, talked, moved, breathed, it cause your brain wiring to fuse in mere seconds. He was holy, divine, just a mere look at him, caused your heartbeat to palpate an unhealthy amount.

And Xipe, in all their glory, gazed your way they day, as you were picked to serve his table, god, his melodious voice left you all tingly, breath heavy.

The way he looked at you with such softness, his pretty smile, making you to whimper unconsciously, your thighs rubbing together in your tiny little bunny suit, your pussy wet / cock already dripping pre cum.

So you found yourself moaning and inside a restroom stall, one hand inside your underwear, other in your mouth, to prevent any noise to escape, albeit you were doing a terrible job in it.

Your vision started swirlling around, purple curvy borders around you, as if you're looking at a screen, your mind entirely consumed by thoughts about Sunday, till the second you orgasmed.

It felt, dirty, dirtier than you were used to feeling, as you knelt on the bathroom floor, panting, heart heavy, longing, your body jittery and mind confused at your actions. But most importantly guilt, guilt for lewding someone so holy, a guilt akin to felt when sinning, yet, double as tempting to repeat.

And all those feeling increased exponentially, as you got out the stall, only for your eyes to meet those golden ones through the reflection in the mirror.

"You make such cute noises, there's no need to hold them back," he said, as he turned around and stepped closer to you, your heartbeats resonating with his footsteps, only for your brain to stop working as he took your hand and kissed the area you had bit earlier, staring deep in your eyes.

From that moment on, you memories remains a blur, the kisses, the touch, the luxury hotel room which you could'nt have ever afford, and the tears.

And God, did that strange guilt scare you off, you don't really remember it yourself how you physically jolted at the thought of him penetrating you, daring to refuse the leader of Penacony, making him settle for a sloppy blow job and a thigh fuck, you barely even touching him, making him do all the work.

Yet, the man was gracious enough to let you stay over in the room for the night, blessing you with the opportunity to wake up next to him.

"Won't you pay me back for this opportunity, little sheep?" He asked you, caressing your cheeks gently, his touch akin to a whisper, light, sight, barely there, reminding you how you dared to reject his affection last night.

So you stayed, helping him get ready, buttoning his shirt for him, as he read some texts on his phone, tying his tie, the way he liked, getting him some coffee and breakfast from the breakfast buffet in lounge, because he's too prestigious to mix in common folk, all while he scrutinized you whenever you didn't do the tasks the exact way he liked.

And the second he left the room, you felt hollow, as if your heart had a gaping hole in between as if he took away a part of your soul with him. So imagine the unfathomable amount of joy you felt when Sunday kept frequenting the club more and more, always picking you to serve his table, giving you that kind look, praising you, doing everything in your power to please him, putting extra effort in everything.

All that, only for your heart to break when you heard the whispers about Sunday starting to indulge in some of your co-workers in bed.

Cause, after all, your sin wasn't craving the angel's attention, but to even think you could ever deserve it.

Your weeks your brain stuck on the thought, if the Sunday will come back in club the next day, if he will ask you to serve or not, or will he ask your co-workers, the one who get to lay with him at night. Will he get disgusted by you soon, get tired of pathetic little you.

But till then, those few hours serving were enough, despite the pain and longing, you were willing to suffer if it meant keeping that damn smile in your life.

All such thoughts spiralling in your head 24/7, causing you to get anxious randomly, to the point, your friends started worrying about you. As your self esteem started dwindled down, day by day, as you kept comparing yourself with him.

So it was a shocker when one day the man showed up near the cramped dingy alleyways you live in, greeting you with the same sweet smile, as the first day, you saw him.

You humored the man for some while, best to your capabilities as your breath started to get heavier and heavier in his presence, only able to look at him with a longing gaze, his words flying over your head, till you both stood in silence for a while, your brain to gushy to realize.

"You know, little lamb, you really need to learn some from Sydney," he said, pulling you out of your daydream, gently brushing your cheek with two fingers, then using them to slap your cheeks lightly.

You winced at the name of your co-worker, the one labeled as 'Sunday's favorite',

"I-"

"Invite me to your apartment," he instructed, cutting you off "It's only polite to continue our conversation, inside, right?"

So there you were in your tiny, cramped, studio apartment, he thought of your living condition to be proud, that much was visible on his face, as you brewed him some tea, the most expensive one you had, which was probably too cheap for Sunday's taste, while he chewed your head off on speaking about random things.

But mostly instructing you how to do things properly, like pouring him tea, how to serve him, how to sit properly, and so on. Which you followed diligently, of course, Mr. Sunday, is a kind soul, teaching someone like you, how to behave.

"(Y/n), replace your black net stockings with white ones" he instructed, referencing to your work uniform, before leaving.

So you did, the next day serving him, like a "good boy/girl" those words causing your face to flush, redder than a tomato.

And you got rewarded alright, as he lead you to the same hotel room, from your first night. This time the experience was more sweeter, gentler, yet you still had a break down at the thought of getting penetrated by him.

Heart pounding hard, you got a full-on panic attack this time, getting coddled by Sunday, as he has you sit on his lap, facing him, his dick rubbing against your pretty hole, as he cooed on you, his one hand patting your back, while caressed your face.

"Darling, you had no problem, jumping on Hudson's dick, what's wrong with me?" he asked, out of nowhere, as his hand now grabbed the behind the back of your neck, causing you to whimper.

"W-who?"

"Ah, so you don't remember your clients, huh? How sweet of you, to happily lay with someone whose name you can't recall, over the man, who's been kind enough to hide you in your stupid mistakes"

He sighed, hitting your cheeks with two of his fingers.

"Tell me, my little lamb, what do you think, when you see me?" He asked, his lips laying on your Adam's apple.

"P-preety" you whispered out.

"That so, doll?" he took whispered, taking your hands, and putting it on his face, "if you think, i'm preety lay your hands on me," Sunday said, as you looked in your eyes, an desperate expression in his gold eyes.

To be continued ~

Have you longed for someone so much so, you start feeling disgusting?

Can't you tell I'm desperate? Can't you tell I'm cheap? You don't gotta love me, we don't have to speak I'll see you in the morning, if you gotta leave I'll see you when I see you You Were a Dream - Artemas

(Excuse me if this was bad, It's my first fic and I'm suffering for horrible period cramps )

[lemonandlime22]

Could I request Bitey Child Yuu running to Malleus, Lilia, Riddle, Cater, and Ruggie (Maybe Floyd if you have time but I won't be pushy) crying cause they bit a beast man who's now hunting them down so they came for protection? I just think that'd be really wholesome and cute.

Malleus, Lilia, Riddle, Cater, Ruggie, and Floyd protecting bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): Cussing, a bit of rambling, a small plot hole that will not be acknowledged in Cater's. not yet edited

A/N: HOLY FUCK- this is so cute!!!! I have never squealed so much when I saw a req! this exceeds my character limit but imma do all anyway. ty for requesting I hope ya like it! btw, Yuu is called 'fry' in Floyds cause that's what a baby shrimp is called, thought that'd be a cute touch.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Before I start I would just like to remind yall that it takes a lot to make you cry if it's not cause you can't bite someone, so let's set up a lil scenario,

You were having a normal well normal for you day, vide checking people and all, when you came across a rather tall and large beast-man who, unbeknownst to you, had had a very long and agonizing day and was on the verge of snapping, if not having a full-on overblot. All you know was that he didn't pass the check and needed to face the punishment for being intimating. As you know, it didn't work out so well for you, The beast-man ripped you off his hand and held you by the collar of your uniform jacket, then started to yell threats in your face. Your eyes started tearing up as you tried your best to grab onto any part of him to bite and hopefully let you go. When your plan failed tears ran down your cheeks but the man's screaming only got louder. You managed to squirm and wiggle your way out of the jacket and ran to hide or find someone that could help, while the beast-man was hunting you down with the scent from your jacket.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus stood at the front of the school admiring the gargoyles for his club activity

usually he would pick you up from whatever you were doing so you could look at them together

but he saw you playing with Ortho when he went to pick you up, and he didn’t want to disturb you.

Before you could even get within 20 feet of the front of the school, he already had heard your sobbing and teleported right in front of you

you bumped into his legs and fell back, but Malleus quickly caught you and held you in his arms

not even questioning it you squeezed your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder.

Malleus was already on alert and looking for the person responsible

that’s when he saw a rather aggressive beast-man student stomping towards him, holding your jacket and screaming in your direction

it only took mere moments for the beast-man to notice the taller Draconia dorm leader holding you so dearly, and take off running

not wanting it to see what would happen.

Malleus turned his attention back to you, making note to speak to the beast-man later on,

he shifted you in his arms so you would be more comfortable, he sat you on his forearm and placed his other arm around you with his hand cradling your head and hugged you close to him

he decided to continue his club activities with you in his arms.

You would occasionally move your face out of the crook of his neck to look at a gargoyle

then he would tell you all about the one you took notice of.

You two eventually made it to Ramshackle, where Grim was waiting impatiently

“Yuu! There you are! I’ve been worried- I mean… huh..?”

Before Grim could continue, Malleus shushed him, motioning that you were asleep

he placed you down in your bed and tucked you in

he then went to drag the armchair to sit at your bedside, and Grim hoped into bed next to you.

Malleus watched over the two of you till deep into the night when he finally felt it was safe enough.

The next day he brought you your uniform jacket when he came to bring you along for his club activity that day.

Lilia Vanrouge

This omniscient fuck-

Lilia was just doing his thing,

scaring people, hanging literally with the bats, going to classes etc

when he heard a child cry

I doubt he even needed to think about who it might have been before he ran teleported?? towards the sobbing.

You ran into a bush in the courtyard, to hide from your assailant, and covered your hands over your mouth to muffle the weeping

after what felt like hours of his searching the courtyard, he was drawn away down a hall

where he thought he heard your footsteps.

You crawled out of the bush and ran in the opposite direction

when you had gotten far enough away, you looked back behind you to make sure he wasn't following

but while you were distracted you ran into someone's torso

looking back you found Lilia standing there with his signature mischievous smile on his face

"Well, hello there little batty! How are you this evening?"

You didn't even listen to him before you ran behind him and hugged your small arms around his lower torso and continued to cry,

"Oh~ my little bat... if your worried about that beast-man, 'there's no need, he won't bother you, dearie."

Lilia turned in your hold and put your jacket on your shoulders.

"There you are! Now, what do you say to coming over to visit Diasomnia? I'm sure the boys would love to see you!"

Once you gave a curt nod, he picked you up and brought you to Diasomnia.

You spent the rest of your afternoon playing with Malleus, taking naps with Silver, and chewing on Sebek's hand which he begrudgingly allowed you to do when Lilia told him to let you do it

when it was late, Lilia was happy to let you sleepover

but made sure to go and pick up Grim to sleepover as well.

He tucked you both in and hummed a soothing melody until the two of you were fast asleep.

"Goodnight little bat," Lilia kissed the top of your head

"and goodnight little cat, hehe..." he lightly patted Grim's head, and left you both to sleep peacefully.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was making his way from a Dorm Leader meeting and to his next class when your smaller form knocked into him, arms wrapping around him, and twisting to hide on his other side.

He was about to scold you for running in the halls when he felt a growing wetness on his uniform and noticed your shaking

"Yuu?... What happened?"

He was extremely confused and worried

he's never seen you cry.

Placing a comforting hand on your head, he knelt down to your level to hopefully help you feel more comfortable to tell him what happened

in response to his movements you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your slimy face into his shoulder

Riddle has never been all that good comforting others, but he did his best to make you feel better.

Before he could ask you again a large beast-man came barreling down the hallway,

"There you are you little brat!" the beast-man said through gritted teeth

your body stiffened at the aggressive voice, which did not go unnoticed.

Riddle tried to stand up and let you go but you had a strong grip on him, your small hands balled into fists around the back of his jacket

so instead he lifted you up a little bit and turned in the direction of the booming voice

Riddle also noted that the student had your jacket.

"May I ask what you need with Yuu?" Riddle had an idea of what might have happened, and if that fresh bite mark on the beast-man's hand was a clue, he was right-

"That little shit bit me! Hand them- OVER!'

the beast-man yelled through gritted teeth before stepping forward and attempting to snatch you from Riddle by the collar of your shirt.

Riddle was quick to shut that down, by grabbing his pen and collaring the student

the beast-man stepped back and paused in shock, Riddle took that opportunity to grab your jacket from him and pick you up to walk to his next class.

He made sure to keep you with him for the rest of the day, which was petty easy considering you were asleep for most of it,

only waking up when Trey brought you one of your favorite goodies.

He made sure that headmaster Crowley was informed of this as well.

Ah~, and Riddles going to need a good massage though, he carried you for most of the day even when Trey and some teachers ask if he wanted them to carry you so he could have a break, he's not used to carrying something for so long.

Cater Diamond

Cater was getting things set up in the music room for the music club

it usually would be him, Lilia, and Kalim all doing this together but they had to go to a house warden meeting, and Lilia had to fill in for Malleus as always.

He was in the middle of tuning his guitar when the jiggling of the door knob caught his attention

when you came through the door. Cater was a bit surprised

usually you didn't come to the music room unless he would bring you when Riddle or Trey was busy.

But what surprised him more was that you were crying and when you flew past him to hide behind the drum kit it worried it quite a bit

he was about to ask you what you were doing when he heard loud stomping coming from hall

then a rather large and angry looking beast-man busted through the door.

"Where are they?!"

"I'm sorry...?"

"You know who I'm talking about, that brat that bit me!"

Cater inwardly sighed, he knew sooner or later you would piss someone off enough to want to get back at you like this

"Sorry, haven't seen them today." Cater shrugged, turning his attention back to the instrument in his hands.

The beast-man was about to protest, but Cater strummed the guitar, interrupting him

after a few more interruptions, the beast-man huffed and stormed back out of the club room

once Cater was sure whoever you pissed off was far enough away, he turned to the drum kit

"Its ok to come out now kiddo, he's gone."

He waited for a minute but you never came out of your little hiding place

Cater sighed and lightly shook his head with a small smile

he stood up with his guitar and walked behind the drum kit to sit next to you,

you had your knees to chest and was playing with the bow around your wrist

Cater nudged your leg with the instrument to get your attention, once you gave it to him, he started telling you about the guitar

how to tune it, how tuning worked, why some things worked the way they did, etc..

And that's how you spent the rest of evening,

Cater continued to teach you all about the instruments in the room unit Kalim and Lilia arrived,

from then, you sat in front of them as their little audience for the next hour or so.

After that Cater took you back to Heartslabyul and treated you to some of his favorite spicy snacks, then when it was bedtime he told Ace and Deuce to walk you back to Ramshackle

he also told them about what had happened.

Deuce gave you your jacket the next day he got detention getting it back but he thinks it was worth it.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was doing Leona's laundry, hanging up his clothes on the line outside of the dorm building

and just as he was grabbing a clip, he caught the sound of his name, or rather a shortened version of it, causing his ears to twitch

he turned towards the direction his name came from, and saw your small silhouette running towards him

as you got closer he could also hear your chocked sobbing of his name

"Ru-g! *hic* Rug- Ruggie-" Your yelling was cut off by another sob

Before he could fully register what was happening and react, you had already rushed to him and started hugging his legs tightly.

Ruggie did his best to console you through your sobs, he tried to pick you up but your grip on his legs was far too strong

yeah he rly could just rip you off but you were crying so he had to be gentle, also your a kid so.

he settled for rubbing your back and offering to make you some food.

Soon after your sobs had finally started to slow, Ruggie heard yelling and cursing coming from the direction of the portal mirror, the same one you came from

it was a common occurrence in the Savanaclaw dorm so he paid no mind to it

not even when you also heard to and started to cry again, he just continued to console you

you let go of his pants and ran into the clean laundry basket behind him and hid

he didn't rly think much of it, just thought that the shouting from a random student had startled you

he continued to do the laundry for a moment before the culprit of all the yelling ran up to him.

"Where the hell is that brat Ruggie?!"

"I don't know what your talkn' about"

"Don't play dumb, hyena! That little shit that's always hanging 'round you bit me!-"

Ruggie was quick to shut his classmate up with his unique magic and make him walk a good distance away

once he deemed it alright, he quickly finished up the laundry and took you,

still in the clean laundry basket, and finished up his chores.

He found you fast asleep under the clean clothes as he was putting them away

and decided to let you sleep and carried you around in the basket while he made some lunch for the two of you when you wake up.

Floyd Leech

My mans just thought you were scared of Jade again.

He was just walking around when he saw your little form ran passed him

and he could hear the very obvious crying.

Floyd easily picked you up and was unsurprisingly met with you kicking, thrashing, screaming, and crying even more

"Hey- Hey! little fry! relax it's just Floydy!"

he held you in front of him so you could easily see his signature toothy grin, and you surprisingly calmed down

but still crying, and now grabbing at his hands that were around your torso.

Floyd obliged and readjusted so that you were sitting on his forearm and facing him

he also gave you his free hand for you to play with it, to which you started to nibble said hand.

This wasn't an uncommon thing, whenever you started crying cause of Jade, Floyd would let you play with and nibble on his hand, which always seemed to calm you down.

He knew it would probably take a little while for you to calm all the way down, so he decided to continue walking around, doing whatever the fuck he does.

Like he thought, your calming down took several minutes, and everything seemed fine for a minute or two until you looked over his shoulder and started shaking again and hugged his arm closer to you

Floyd turned around expecting to see his brother

except he was met with a very angry beast-man speed walking towards the both of you yelling something about "finally finding you freak"

he doesn't know, he didn't care to pay attention.

The beast-man, without fully registering who was holding you, tried to make a grab for you

only to be kicked away by Floyd and knocked on his ass

the beast-man didn't move, far too scared of the tall eel's next move.

It took him a second, but Floyd was able to connect the dots,

the expression on his face was... less expressive than usual, he looked completely serious

but that quickly changed when he looked back at you,

"Hey lil fry! why don't you go find Jade and Azul, pretty sure they're at the lounge!"

Floyd set you down but gave you his jacket before you ran to the lounge, but made sure to grab his magic pen out of the pocket.

When you got to the lounge you were still shaking and refused to answer any questions Jade or Azul asked you.

When Floyd came back he seemed to have some red stuff on his shirt and face, he also held your jacket in his hand.

You stayed at the lounge for the rest of the day just hanging out and helping around, and Floyd carried you back to Ramshackle when you fell asleep in one of the booths.

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[mockerycrow]

Hi new little weird anon,, but HOLY FUCK THE SIBLING ANGST???? Ty for feeding us omggg 🫡🫡 I'm over the edge for this shit,, please just destroy me emotionally already, legit love you sm ( platonically ofc but still )

OFC ANON!!

It hurts Simon when he sees you for multiple reasons—he left you, and fuck, you remind him so much of himself. The anger, the dead look, the harshness—fuck, your face. He sees himself, the similar jawline, your eyebrows scrunch the same way his does—your gritting tone being the same as his—what the fuck happened to you?

He doesn’t reveal himself to you for a long time—he was told you were a temporary addition to the team, so he keeps his distance. It doesn’t stop Soap and Gaz making jokes that you two are too similar. He knows Price knows—Price had taken him aside to show Ghost your file personally after welcoming you to the team and introducing you to everyone. Ghost tensed when he reads “RILEY, [NAME]” At the top of the file.

For some reason, it hurts even more when he watches you purposely separate yourself from everyone. When the 141 is doing a group activity, you opt to be first to get it out of the way, or maybe you just straight up don’t arrive to different events. And it hurts worse when he hears your panicked breathing through the walls—hearing the same tune he’s sung for years.

[feyascorner]

along the same vein as corrupt/asshole magistrate astarion before cazador, consider this: astarion meeting elf!tav during his time as a magistrate and being generally rude/snobby and totally forgetting about it as a result of two centuries of torture, until he meets tav again completely unaware that tav absolutely remembers him and is internally like “ugh not THIS fucking guy again”

and then when he tries his whole ‘seduce & manipulate’ strategy he is utterly bewildered by the fact that not only does tav have no interest in him physically, but also seems to have some personal vendetta against him that he just can’t figure out ?? so he pulls out all the stops to try and get on tav’s good side ughhhh I just feel like there’s sm potential there

NO THIS IS EVEN BETTER

AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HE ONLY FIGURES OUT WHO TAV IS ONCE HE’S ACTUALLY DEEP IN SHIT AND GENUINELY LIKES THEM?? AND HES LIKE “oh shit😀”

The endless pining on his end because Tav is unlike anyone he's ever met and Tav just finding him annoying would be such a funny dynamic I'm in tears

“Have i told you your eyes remind me of the shooting stars above in the nightless sky? They come once a decade, and I fear they are the only ones to come close to rivaling your-”

“Do you ever shut up.”

HES JUST CONSTANTLY TALKING WHILE TAV JUST GLARES AT HIM AND UGH

I like to think MUCH later on maybe in a similar situation with that drown from moon rise where someone questions Astarion’s existence as a free man, Tav defends him? And he’s just like “holy shit.” he will not shut up about it for a month and just follows them around like a lost dog lmfao

Idk what this dynamic is called but it's one of my favs Ty anon

[lovesickry]

- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [1.2k] ┈⋆⭒ part 1 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ blurb: you knew him before he got famous, he got famous, you got a job. now years later, your job just so happens to be near him, but how will this fare on the way you left things years ago? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ chapter contents: nothing, literally nothing .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ future warnings: will be smut. ( will probably be very filthy ). will be angsty, will be periods of niceness, maybe fluff but i’m a cold hearted bitch so. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ brief background: this is not a y/n story i’m sorry i cant do that. so its an original character her name is dylan tait, she was born in perth but lives in melbourne, okay mwah. this is based from the years 2018-2021, but there will be flashbacks, but i’ll try and make the timeline as easy as i can to follow. i’m not all knowing about formula one, yes i know things, but if i don’t know the real scientific names just shush. ty. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: his is a multi part fic and will probably be long LOL

present day: december 1st, 2017

you could feel your sweat slowly beading on your skin as you walked towards the mercedes building, holding the folder with all the things they said were required to secure the job. it was terrifying, absoultely nerve wracking, you’ve been to many job interviews in your life, but this one. this would be the worst, you were sure of it.

you were grateful as you opened the door and were hit with the freezing cold atmosphere of the waiting room, waiting to meet with the man who you had heavily engaged with over email, but never face to face. you sat there for an appropriate amount of town, recalling your rehearsed answers for the reasons you’d be good for the job etc, your experience, where you went to university, where you got your masters, your (acceptable) hobbies, how you work as a team, how you work individually. all the good stuff.

this calmed your nerves a bit and when the man opened the door and ushered you inside, shaking your hand introducing himself and gesturing to the folder of documents under your arm, you felt slightly more at ease than before.

the interview went as well as you could’ve hoped, he was impressed with your interest and experience in engineering at such a young age (27). you even managed to ease in your (slightly exaggerated almost) fluency in german, which he was loudly impressed with and responded “toto will love that”.

you left with a “thank you so much for this opportunity” and a “i’ll be in contact soon, thank you again”.

you couldn’t help smiling as you left, feeling proud of how you managed to not mess anything up initially. having a job in f1 being a dream of yours and working for mercedes. well shit. who wouldn’t dream of this. you’d applied for performance engineer, but wouldn’t be surprised if you got control engineer instead. the reminder that you were a woman in engineering applying for a widely male dominated area was a common unfriendly reminder, but that was honestly apart of the appeal.

“grace” you say

“GRACE grace grace grace”

“yes what i just woke up” she groaned

shit you forgot about time zones

“oh sorry, yeah, love you- anyway.”

you paused a bit

“I JUST HAD THE INTERVIEW AND IT WENT REALLY GOOD”

you heard some shuffling and then

“PMG SHIT YES I DIDNT. I FORGOT IT WAS TODAY, OMG FUCK YES YSS YES FUCKING MERCEDES FPRMULA ONE EMGINNER COMING THEOUGH HOLY SHIT”

“i know, i think i’m gonna scream when i get in my car”

“i don’t blame you”

“i just cant believe it, you know you have to fly over and visit me sometimes”

“hmmmm with what money dyl “

“i’ll literally pay for you once i’m a millionare, because you’ll still be my only friend”

“oh shut up”

“love you”

“i’m going back to sleep now, you’re amazing, have a drink or two for me, good whatever time it is there, you’re amazing”

“bye love you bye”

that was probably the cheesiest thing you’d done, admittedly, but what else does one do other than call their only friend on the other side of the world after a good interview.

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3 days later:

there was still no response back about the job and honestly you were losing hope slightly. albeit finding ways to justify the belated response. because maybe, yes, you were being slightly impatient. but staying in london of all places by yourself, isn’t that much fun, you mainly just drank and took photos and than went back to your hotel, ( lamely ) reviewed blue prints of engines and aerodynamic rules or alternatively watched a documentary about the job you applied for. your days were blurry and you’d haven’t given much thought to the job you’d taken forcing the proximity of coming back into contact with your once good friend (complicated) daniel ricciardo until one night, after youd had your couple drinks and was on your walk home that his name “dannnnnniiieeellll🥸” illuminated your screen, the same contact name he set for himself approximately 7 years ago. you needed to change that, jesus. you didn’t really know what to do, but not answering at all was probably worse and you were drunk and hadn’t talked to anybody apart from grace and the interview man all week.

you pause your unsteady walk and swipe the screen and bring the phone to your ear, waiting for him to say something. but after he’s quiet for what felt like too many seconds you can’t help yourself.

“helllllloooooooooooooo”

“dan’el” the slur in your voice unmissable when you say his full name.

“hey” he says, flat and fast.

your swaying had been worse than you’d imagined when you’d brushed shoulders with someone, turning your head over your shoulder.

“oh, sorry”

“no problem love” tone thick with beer and blokeness.

the phone hanging at your leg brought back up to your ear to hear a small laugh, familiar and rhythmic and then.

“are you in london?” his first full sentence and the first multiple words he’s actually said to you in years.

“what how do you-“

“yes i’m in london” i give up

he hums in response,something you hated about him, the constant inability to shut up.

“why do you care” you say notebly less bitter than you mean.

“haven’t talked in a while”

“oh really”

you look at your messages, texts from you all left on delivered or read:

************ ************ ************ ************ *****

sun may 29. 2016

hey dan just wanted to reach out and say what happened in monaco was so unfair, i know your hurting you deserved that win. i’m here if you need.

july 1. 2016

happy birthday dan, getting so old

hey, tough day, wanna call?

sun. oct 2016

hey just finished watching, first malaysian win and against roseberg too, proud of you, !!!!

nov. 2016

i cant do this anymore, can you please talk to me?

i’m sick of this shit

dec. 2016

i miss you so fucking bad

(1) missed call from “dannnnnniiieeellll🥸”

feb. 2017

i’m gonna be in perth next month, can we please talk

(1) voicemail left

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“yeah i know” he says, you can see him tugging his hair, frustrated, a small groan leaving his mouth

“okay im hanging up, i’ve tried talking to you, i don’t know what what you want” this isn’t fair for you.

“no- just- quickly- are you working at mercedes?”

you stop walking. what, how did he-

“uhhhh— no” you squeeze out, feigning as much honesty as you can.

“really?”

“hmmmmm” you pretend to ponder your answer

“goodbye daniel” it’s all you can muster up to say your self control nearly snapping everytime he speaks

“wait-“

you hang up, before he can squeeze another word in, before he can say anything that might bring back an inkling of what you felt for him, what you still feel for him. you can’t do it, not tonight.

(1) new voicemail from “dannnnnniiieeellll🥸”

god you need to change that name.

you’ll listen to it in the morning, not sure you’ll fully process it, in the state you are. you put your phone away, get to your hotel and go to sleep. thankfully.

[hoodharlow]

Y'all Must Be Feeling Godly

AN: a lil something for my IWSSA readers <3 big ty to @cherry4everrr and @harlowcomehome for helping me start this <3 she's short and sweet. I had this elaborate idea but I'm not mad at what I have <3 also not me starting this at 2 am and it's now currently 4 lol

Requested? My coochie

Warnings: smut, threesome (m×f×m) not tagging anyone on my taglist. I don't want y'all to feel like you have to read this if you're not comfortable with threesome and stuff <3

Word Count: 2.6k words

Renata has never felt so overwhelmed and she loved it. There was something about Jack fucking himself as he watched her ride one of her old patrons that sent her on a frenzy.

She moaned out at how good Joe felt inside her. She rocked her hips against him, getting used to him. She slowly bounced herself up and down while continuing to rock her hips against his. She whimpered as his hands wandered up to her breasts. 

Joe rubbed the pad of his thumbs against her pert nipples. He sat up and kissed her chest. He groaned against her chest as she tugged the tresses. He leaned back on his hands and she sped up her movements. She was chasing her climax. Renata rubbed her clit as Joe gripped her hips and pounded into her. 

"C’mon let go for him. Show Joe how pretty you sound when you come undone." Jack encouraged her. 

With that Renata climax. She was thankful for the loud music playing outside in the pool area. If not Beyoncé and the other attendees would have heard her come on Joe's dick. She rested her head on his shoulder as her high died down. 

"Holy fuck." Joe panted. 

Renata giggled bashfully. It reminded Joe of the first time he met her. She became a completely different person when she would dance on stage. She was dominant, precise and mysterious. Off stage she was shy and innocent. 

Jack sat behind her and kissed her shoulder. "You did good."

"I can take more. Both of y'all haven't come." She said, looking between both of their erect cocks. 

"Whatever you want." Jack told her softly 

"I want Joe in my mouth while you fuck me." Renata said a bit more confidently.

"Down?" Jack arched an eyebrow at Joe. 

"If you're both okay with it." He said. He didn't want to intrude. 

"Please." Renata nodded eagerly. 

Joe slipped the condom off his cock, disposing of the condom in the small trash bin by the bed. He watched Jack get behind Renata. She moaned loudly, gripping the comforter as he slid in her. 

"Good?" Jack asked her softly.

She looked over her shoulder and nodded. She kissed him then turned to Joe. She reached for Joe's cock and spit on it. She She stroked him a few times. She pulled away and sat on her knees, still stroking him. Her eyes never left Joe’s as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Joe closed his eyes, enjoying her mouth on him. She quietly moaned, slipping him further into her mouth. She pulled away until she only had his tip. She swirled her tongue around his tip and slid down his length once more. 

Jack was completely mesmerized with how Renata was taking Joe that he almost forgot that he was inside of her. Jack gripped her waist and pushed her on to bed. He lifted her hips and pushed himself into her, continuing where Renata left off. His hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. He twisted his shirt around his hand, using it so Renata could stay up right. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Renata couldn’t hold back. She begged Jack to keep fucking her at that deliciously slow and rough pace she loved.

Joe reached for her hair and made a makeshift ponytail with his hand. He tightened the grip around her hair and guided his cock back in her mouth. They moaned in unison. He slowly bobbed her head up and down his length, getting used to her mouth. She took him a little deeper each time. His grunts and moans filled the bedroom. After a while, Joe loosened his grip on her head and let Renata do her thing. Her eyes never left his as she took him back in her mouth. His stomach began to contract after a few bobs, letting her know that he was close. Slowly, she pulled him out of her mouth until only his tip rested on her tongue. Within seconds he came into her mouth. She took every single drop and continued taking him until his climax ceased.

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Jack worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Renata. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Jack’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Renata, spilling every last drop in her.

Jack and Joe pulled away from Renata and let her lay down on the bed so she could catch her breath.

"I'll leave you two." Joe said after a few minutes. "This was fun, thank you."

He almost said 'we should do this some other time', but he didn't want to press his luck. He quickly got dressed and left the couple, but not before thanking them once more. 

Renata looked at Jack and laughed. "Did we just have a threesome witn Joe fucking Burrow?"

"Hell yeah we did." He chuckled. He kissed her once more. "It wasn't weird or anything? I don't want you to think that because you're a dancer I expect stuff like this." 

"No, I had fun and you made me feel safe." She reassured him, cuddling against him.

Renata closed her eyes and recounted the last twelve hours and how she ended up in bed with her man and Joe Burrow. 

*Earlier that Day*

Renata sighed as she looked through the clothing rack. Of course Jack would fly her out the Hamptons to one of the biggest parties of the year and forget to tell her the dress code is all white. She had picked the light pink dress from Dua Lipa's capsule collection with Versace that Jack had bought her in Paris. She was disappointed that she wasn't gonna wear it, but the upside was that Jack gave her his card. 

He had brought her originally to the party as a way for her to network. He had heard from a friend of a friend that Tinashe was looking for a new choreographer to collaborate with for her new music era.

She found a few dresses that she kinda liked and went around the shop to find a fitting room. She was busy typing on her phone that she didn't realize someone was in front of her. She bumped into the wall of muscle letting out a soft 'oof' as she stumbled back. 

"Shit, sorry." She quickly apologized. 

"No worries…Ren?" 

Renata blinked at the tall man in front of her. She didn't recognize him at first but then she did. "Joe, oh my god, hi." She said, pulling him to a side hug.

Joe used to frequently Club Mystique back in college days whenever LSU played Kentucky State or the University of Louisville. When he got drafted he and bunch of his friends came to the club she worked at. He always requested her and left a generous tip for after each session. They had exchanged numbers at some point but neither of them reached out. She ended up getting a boyfriend. That ended in a mess once he got drafted in the NBA. Though her love life turned around when she got reacquainted with Jack Harlow, her old friend from high school. They had a rocky start but they pushed through and were currently together for almost two years. 

"What brings you out to the Hamptons?" Joe asked her. 

"My boyfriend got invited to a party out here." She said. 

Even after the shit show her NBA player ex, Elliot Parker, caused last January not that many people really knew she was Jack's girlfriend. People knew Jack had a girlfriend, but he was private about it, which she learned to appreciate. 

Joe and Renata talked for a bit, catching each other up as they haven't seen each other since last year's Super Bowl. Renata checked her phone and cursed. She was late to meet with Jack for a late lunch/early dinner. 

"It was nice seeing you, but I have to go." She told him. She put back the dresses and randomly picked one from the pile. It was short and strapless with a deep U neck. It was held together with a gold chain that made it look like a halter top. She had a pair of white kitten heel strappy sandals in her basket as well as a pair of vintage MiuMiu sunglasses. 

"Yeah, I'll see you around. A friend's birthday is coming up, and I'm thinking of having the party down at the club." He said. 

"That would be fun. Just call and tell them you know me and we'll figure out something." She said. "It was nice seeing you." 

Renata paid for her things, using her card and not Jack's. She was for her Uber app to load when Jack pulled up. He met up with another well known hip-hop podcast to talk about his album so to keep herself busy Renata went shopping. 

"Hey," she said, kissing his cheek. "How was the podcast?" 

"Perplexing, but in a good way. They really picked my brain." Jack said. "How was your shopping? You only have one bag? When we were in Paris, you got more stuff and we were out for less."

"Oh, I ran into Joe and we talked for a bit." She said. Jack hummed in response. Renata reached for his hand that went instinctively on her thigh when she got in the car. "Joe is just a guy who used to go to the club. He's a great guy, but nothing will ever come from that. You're my boyfriend and I wanna be with you. Got that?" 

"Yeah, I guess." He nodded, pulling her hand to kiss her knuckle. "Okay but hypothetically, if the chance for you and him to hookup ever presented itself, just make sure I'm there."

Renata rolled her eyes, but nodded. "I doubt it will happen but sure you can watch me get my guts rearranged by Joe Burrow."

*

Jack got in bodyguard mode when he stepped out of the SUV. There were paparazzi posted at the entrance of the large mansion yelling and heckling people as they got out of their cars. Jack helped Renata out of the car and blocked her from the paparazzi. He guided her into the party as they yelled for him to move out of the way so they could get pictures of the 'real entertainment' a joke amongst the paparazzi. When they found out that Renata was a dancer they began making jokes about it to Jack in hopes to get a reaction from him. So far none of them worked on him.  

Jack and Renata went around mingling. They met up with the host of the party then went up to a few of Jack's friends. She noticed a few NBA players and the last thing she wanted was for Elliot to be here.

"Don't worry he wasn't invited." Taylor Rooks leaned in to whisper to Renata. "This is a classy party…for the most part. Let's go mingle so you don't fall asleep from Jack's boring stories." 

"I heard that." He frowned. 

"Okay but did she lie?" Renata asked. 

"Whatever," Jack scoffed and waved them off. 

Taylor and Renata went around. They stopped here and there to take pictures with some celebrities Taylor knew and introduced her to her. She even talked to Tinashe. When she heard that Renata was a dancer, Tinashe asked her to send in her resume to her team. 

Renata wandered off to one of the many makeshift bars and ordered sparkling water with pomegranate juice and a dash of lime juice. She wasn't into alcoholic drinks. 

"We meet again." Joe commented when he approached the bar.

"I see we have." She smiled. 

From across the room, Jack watched Renata look attentively at Joe as he talked. She smiled politely and nodded along to whatever he was saying. Jack excused himself from the group and walked over to Joe and Renata. 

"Hey," he said, wrapping his arm around Renata’s waist. 

"We were just talking about you." Renata said, hugging him from the side. 

"Ren, says you started a foundation back in Louisville." Joe said. 

"Ren told you that?" Jack asked. 

"I think it's pretty admirable that you're giving back to your hometown." He took a sip from his drink. "I gotta look for one of my guys. It was nice seeing y'all." 

Jack and Renata watched Joe saunter off to talk to a few football players. 

"Come with me." Jack said, tugging her hand. 

"Where are we going?" She giggled. 

Jack looked around them, making sure no one daw them as they went up stairs to one of the guest rooms. He pulled her into the first one that opened and gently kicked the door shut. His hands were all over her as he claimed her lips. He picked her up from the back of her thighs and carried her to the bed. 

"Jack, were gonna get caught. I can't have Beyoncé see me get kicked out of the party because you got jealous of me and Joe." Renata crossed her arms. 

"I wasn't jealous." He said, pulling her arms apart and placing them around his arms. 

As they made out, Jack undid the chain around her dress and pulled down the top part of her dress, exposing her breasts to him. He pushed her up so that his hands were on her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his pants. Renata held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Renata’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. 

Jack pushed Renata off him and got down on his knees. He motioned her to lift her hips so he could pull down her dress. He kissed down her body, removing her nude silk panties with a swift movement. Jack settled between her thighs and placed her thighs on his shoulders. He peppered kisses all over her thighs then dipped his head in between her thighs.

He placed more soft kisses on the insides of her thighs, nipping them as he got closer to her dripping core. She squirmed and let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Jack licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Jack's grip on them kept her in place. He moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her as he sucked her clit.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Renata felt something build up in her. 

From the closet mirror doors she spotted Joe in the doorway with his phone in his ear. Renata felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Jack's fingers and tongue. Jack felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly. Her eyes met Joe's. They never his as Jack brought her to completion. 

Jack lapped up her release and wiped the excess off his beard. He nodded his head at Joe and casually greeted him. "Sup."

"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt. I was looking for a quiet place to make a call." Joe quickly explained himself. 

"You weren't interrupting anything. We were just getting started. Right, Ren?" Jack smirked.

"Yeah," she nodded. She turned to Joe. "You wanna join us? Or you can watch." 

Joe quietly weighed his options finally settling with, "Whatever y'all are comfortable with. I know you always puts on a good show." 

[two-white-butterflies]

i want your heart | am. targaryen

Description: A vampire falls in love with a woman of science. The people of town burn her at the stake after a world-changing breakthrough.

Warning: Teen [mild angst]

Pairing: vampire!aemond-targaryen/doctor!reader

Author's Note: A bit inspired by @shruie and Castlevania (i haven't watched the series, just clips on tiktok)

(February 22, 1692.)

"Magic and medicine have always worked side-by-side," you cooed, combing through his platinum hair with adoration. He has loved you shorter than he's been alive - yet he swears that he cannot remember life before you.

"- but sleep and work have never happened side-by-side," he reminded, removing the book from your slender fingers. The light of the candle seems to illuminate his face perfectly. "You don't hear me complaining when you are engrossed in those novels," you pout - attempting to take the book off his hands.

"And mayhaps you should care more too." he raised an eyebrow, placing the book flatly on the table beside him. "I do! But I respect your use of time," you argue, hovering over him and reaching for the book on his side. He pulls your body down - lips merely centimeters away from each other.

A groan escapes his mouth - utterly enamored by your beauty. No other human or vampire has ever made him feel the same. You were different - you made him feel alive. "I propose something," he breathed - trailing his finger up your back.

"What?" you raise an eyebrow.

"A proper use of our time." he smiled - pulling your face closer and bridging your lips together.

To him - survival was never staying in the same place. Survival was roaming the world without end, shaking the hunters off his scent - and finally returning to his proper home. You.

"How long will you be gone this time?" you inquire, tracing your fingers on his bare chest. "A few months," he answered - placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "- I will long for you." he added, burying his face on your lavender scented hair.

"I can leave with you," you offer, pulling away from the embrace - and staring deep into his lavender eyes. "No. It will be too difficult." he asserted firmly - not wanting any harm to befall his beloved.

"As everything is meant to be." you smile, holding onto his forearm. "Not for you," he responded - placing another kiss at the top of your head. Fearing that it would be the last time you'd see each other.

"I love you then," you profess. "I love you most." he answers, lifting his cloak and whispering his final goodbyes.

If only you knew what was about to happen.

You yawn slowly - wiping the beads of sweat away from your forehead. "Holy fuck," you curse.

You've been working on this medicine for your entire life - everything you did was utterly dedicated to it.

And everything was making sense.

It was the light in the end of the tunnel.

The cure to peripneumonia - delivered to you on a silver plate.

When the village learnt about your discovery - they were quick to dismiss you - to call you names such as harlot and witch. But when the cure began to actually work - they called you the whore of satan.

A girl given by the devil to deliver others into evil.

"Burn the witch!" they screamed while tying you to a post. A tear trickles down your face - creating a soft line on your cheeks. "Burn the Bride of Satan!" the people you saved screamed - igniting the flames of your doom. "Don't," you whispered - shaking your head and staring at the sky.

Do not blame them father.

One of the priests began praying for your soul - holding his hands over the pyre as the scalding heat began to melt your skin.

What was Aemond going to do without you?

He always prided himself in being able to feel you - no matter how far you were - but for the past months he hasn't been able to.

"Welcome back, my lord." the man greeted, holding his boat steady as he began to dock.

He looked coldly at the fields in front of him. "Where is she?" he questioned - eyes searching for yours. The man lowers his head - removing his cap slowly. "S-she was punished, my lord. She is a witch." the man cursed - believing the words to be true.

He clenches his jaw.

Anger floods through his veins - he raises his hand, slowly draining the life out of the lowly servant.

How dare they.

(June 19, 2023)

Vampires were cursed to live forever - to walk as empty shells of who they previously were - never allowed to die. Only creatures with souls can die - and vampires didn't have that. Aemond raises his hood - prepared to fight against a monster hunter.

How long has it been since he's felt alive?

Three hundred and thirty one years since he's seen you.

He raged hellfire upon the town that killed you - slaying each and every one of the citizens - not caring if they were young or old, women or men, human or not. Their ignorance has led them to doom - and he was more than willing to execute them. He reaches for the lighter on the side, placing it loudly on the counter.

"Is that all?" you chew your gum, and he freezes at the familiar voice. "(Your Name)?" he hummed, lifting his hood slowly and gazing upon your face. "Yes, is that all?" you type on the keypad - assuming that he was reading your nameplate. "Y-yes." he answered.

A ghost of a smile is painted on his face.

He was finally alive again.

@nyctophilic0vitnir @bellstwd @pearlstiare @glame @bellaisasleep @yentroucnagol

[buccig4ng]

Hii I was wondering if I could get a mista x reader lemon and he gives lots of praise cuz why not 🤪 anyway ty for taking the time to read have a good one 😌

oh my god this is such a good ask! i added a little bit of plot as well, i hope you don't mind!

summary: mista and you are out on a mission, and he starts acting like a needy bitch. you accept his offer after a bit of persuation, and hoo boy, do you not regret it at all.

word-count: 1039

warnings: 18+ content, afab reader, pet names (baby, darling, sweets, etc.), language, a lot of praise, semi-public sex, softdom!mista, just a long blowjob really.

!! nsfw under the cut, minors dni !!

You didn't know how it escalated to this. The last thing you remembered was you and Mista going on a mission together. Nothing too crazy; you just had to take out a couple of people. You both had arrived earlier than necessary, as Bucciarati had instructed you two to do so incase the targets arrived early. You suspected that Mista had had a crush on you for quite a while. Sure, he had always been a touchy bastard, but today more so than ever. Probably because of all the waiting you had to do; Mista had many qualities but patience was definitely not one of them. You had tried telling him off multiple times to stop doing that, reminding him that you were in the middle of a mission, but it seemed like he had no intentions to budge. "(Y/N)~" he whined, "The targets aren't going to arrive for another hour or so. What do you say about having some fun?" Mista winked cockily at the end of that sentence, making you cringe a little bit. Okay, maybe he was attractive as hell and you yourself had a teeny-tiny crush on him, but come on; Bucciarati would murder you both on the spot if he found out that you both had done the nasty on a job. "Mista. No." You replied sternly, hoping he would back down. Spoiler alert: he did not.

For the next 15 minutes or so, all you heard was Mista pouting and complaining, and your own agitated voice telling him to shut the fuck up. Finally, when he leaned down seductively and whispered in your ear, "C'mon (Y/N), I promise you won't regret it," did you widen your eyes and slowly pulled him closer to you, whispering back, "Okay, fine. But we better make this quick."

And THAT'S how it escalated to you being pinned against the heavily vandalised wall of the dark alley you were waiting in, all hot, flushed and sweaty. Mista was kissing you with a fervent amount of passion, and you reciprocated it to the best of your abilities. You felt his hands roam around your entire body, before dipping down to your hips and holding your body as close to his as was humanly possible. Your own hands rose up to his face, holding it tightly as you pulled away for a minute in order to catch your breath. Mista smirked at you, before nipping at your soft earlobe, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He stopped, and spoke in a quiet, raspy voice, "(Y/N), you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," He nipped at your ear once again before continuing, "You'll be a real good girl for me, won't you?"

You felt your panties getting soaked at his words. The effect his words had on you was surreal. "Mista," you whined, "I'll be as good as you want me to be." "Now, that's what I like to hear, darling." Mista chuckled, before pulling at your top, signalling you to take it off. Hurriedly, you rid yourself of your top and unhooked your bra, leaving the sight of your bare chest for Mista to take in and relish. "Holy shit," Mista exhaled, "You're so pretty, (Y/N). You're so fucking pretty." Feeling yourself blush at his words, you couldn't help but let a small smile form on your lips. Mista grabbed one of your breasts and licked its nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking it gently. You began to let out small whimpers and gasps; Mista was godly with his tongue. He switched his attention to your other nipple, sucking it a little harder now.

Is this what heaven felt like? You sure thought so. Just then, Mista stopped sucking on your nipples and said, "Playtime's over, baby. Shall we begin the show now?" You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and dropped down on your knees. "Damn," Mista cocked an eyebrow as you unbuckled his belt, "You're so eager to make me feel good, aren't you? Going to please me well, darling?" You nodded, once again, with the same amount of excitement. Once you stripped him of his pants, you could see his clothed erection, standing proud. You widened your eyes a little bit, and rushed to pull down his boxers. There it was, his cock in all its glory, red and huge and throbbing. You kitten licked the tip of his cock a few times and licked a stripe from its base to tip, making Mista grunt softly.  You managed to take most of him in your mouth, and used your hands for the little portion that still remained. You started moving your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as his dick went further and further down your throat. "Fuuuuuuck, baby," Mista groaned loudly, "Feels too good, never felt this good before. You're doing such a good fucking job, making me so happy." Mista ran his hands through your soft, silky (h/c) hair, with a look of pleasure on his face that you made sure to burn into your head. You wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt his cock twitch a little bit, before it unloaded a sizeable amount of cum into your mouth. You swallowed every little drop of it; it tasted a bit salty, but it definitely wasn't unpleasant.

Mista pulled his dick out of your mouth, and looked at you with a loving gaze in his eyes. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You smiled a bright, genuine smile at him; Mista praising you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He took one look at his watch, his eyes widening. "Fuck," he exclaimed, a bit of panic in his voice, "They'll be here any minute now." You stood up quickly, putting on your bra and your top. "Sorry about that, sweets," he said, a bit sheepishly, "I couldn't do much for you. Can you wait till this mission is over? I'll make you feel so good that my name will be falling from your mouth like a prayer." You chuckled, "How could I say no to something like that? Of course I'll wait, Mista."

Boy did he live up to his promise.

[luveline]

First of all congrats lovely!!! Can I request do you wanna dance? with vampire!eddie pretty please?

join luveline's halloween party ♡

thank you!!! and ty for requesting | vampire!eddie x shy!fem!reader

"Hello, little mouse," Eddie says.

It's a bad joke. He knows he sounds like a creepy stalker as he says it, and he's glad to hear your startled laughter. You were looking much too tense.

"Hi, Eddie," you greet quietly.

He nods toward the empty seat beside you on the bench. "Anybody sitting there?"

"Only you."

He smiles gratefully and sits. He's quickly aware of your warmth. Heat radiates off of you in droves and he can hear the tell-tale bump of your heart cycling blood through your body. You don't smell like blood, though. You smell sweet, perfume worn away by the wind.

"Cold for you, isn't it?" he asks.

You let your cheek drop to your shoulder. "It's okay."

You're not hard to talk to, Eddie's found, only hard to warm up.

It's ironic. He's the cold one, after all.

You're the kind of shy that both endears and infuriates him. Endears, because you're adorable, fleeting smiles and muted clothes to hide from any attention. Infuriates, because you're shy for a reason, always flustered and disappointed by your own humanity.

Scared of your own shadow, Eddie dreads to think what you might think of him if you knew the truth.

"Why are you out so late?" he asks.

"You know... S'loud, at home. Easier to be out here, even if it's freezing."

"Your parents still fighting?"

Again, you startle. "Did I tell you about that?"

No, you hadn't. Eddie can hear it all the way across the trailer park, the same way he can hear your unhappy breathing, your fingers flipping through the same old book you have right now in your lap.

He winces and feels awful for lying. Better to lie to you than have you never speak to him again. "Yeah, you did."

You stare at him for a moment before sighing, chest deflating forward as you exhale like all the fight has been knocked out of you in one awful go. "They're still fighting."

Eddie watches your upset grow. You squash it down, but it's clear his reminding you has reopened the wound. You'd come here to get away from it all and Eddie had pretty much thrown it back into your lap.

"How's your book?" he asks.

You shrug.

Eddie curses at himself. Can't ever keep your fucking mouth shut, he thinks, pulling a mean hand through his knotty hair.

You're very quiet for a long time. Eddie deliberately leaving you to your own devices, even adjusts his foot like he's about to leave, but your heart starts to ramp up and he settles down. Your pulse slows, Eddie's ego soars, and he stays right there beside you on the bench trying to shield you from the cold.

You meet his eyes as he turns to you.

"You really shouldn't stay out here for so long," he says, tone heavy with much more confidence than he feels. "You'll catch your death."

"Just a little longer."

He nods, though you hadn't been asking permission. The sun has all but set now, the sky dull and the horizon a glowing beam of orange that he swears makes his skin crawl, though he knows it's his imagination. The sun does irk him, but it definitely doesn't hurt.

Eddie directs his gaze back to you as you move, bringing a slow hand to your thigh. You rub your palm against the denim of your jeans, bracelets clinking on your wrist.

"That's nice," he says.

Your smile is small but genuine. "The one with the hearts?" you ask.

"Mm. Can I see?"

You look like you're going to unclasp it. Stupid, he thinks, Holy shit. Because if you take your bracelet off and hand it to him, it might well scorch hearts into his palm. Fucking silver.

He takes your hand instead. You exhale too quickly for it to be a coincidence. Your heartbeat doesn't change, so Eddie keeps your hand in his and pulls your arm closer to his chest. He looks down at your wrist. He can practically see the blood bumping underneath.

You have really nice skin, in his opinion. It's a beautiful colour. It might be a weird thing to notice.

Eddie notices everything. Bad habit.

Like your hands being so cold. He doesn't have the most reliable heat sensors anymore but he can tell you're just as cold as he is. Good thing, friction always works.

"It's so nice, where'd you get it?" he asks. No, he doesn't really care where you got it. He's not about to go and buy one for himself. He just likes to hear you speak, and he wants to distract you.

You start to tell him in your lilting, charming way, a quiet story with little embellishment. As you do, he rubs your hand between both of his and marvels as warmth floods back into your skin. You're mumbling about the glass case in the jewellery store as he takes your second hand. In his hurry, a charm on your bracelet brushes against his finger and makes him jump.

"Eddie?" you ask quietly.

"Nothing. Go on," he says.

Your smile is funny. Cute, pretty, a tiny bit awkward. He rubs your hands between his own until your blood works slow as molasses through your veins. If he didn't know better, he'd say you were close to sleep.

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

since we’ve been asuka posting for a minute, im gonna throw dongdang’s cover of unknown mother-goose at you since the lyrics are so painfully asuka to me and i dont have the words to describe it properly, but tying into strive story + arcade mode, his love and grief and finally showing himself as himself

its making me wanna do another asuka art piece when i just did one lol

Wow 2 things

1.) Hell yeah new song to listen to 5000 times thank you I need more of those (this cover is really fucking good)

2.) Holy fuck I see your vision. It's not exactly one to one Asuka but there are multiple moments while reading along to the lyrics that had me like "oh wow that's actually almost exactly like it LOL" some choice lines that lit up synapses while I listened:

"words are so often excessive" - yeah this is like how Asuka will willingly speak politely or overly formally to avoid offending people; he doesn't want to fully communicate his own thoughts or feelings/doesn't know how to (which is a vibe of the whole song in general so I see why you sent me this LOL)

"Even if the world rejects me, I wonder if you won't let me sing a song of love" - Asuka's love for Frederick and Aria and desperately trying to fix what he fucked up super bad completely eclipsing his ability to know when to stop. In general this feeling of love that is struggling to express itself properly actually is very Asuka overall

"Can you see me? Can you see me?" - Lmao beyond it all do you recognize me

"Show yourself who is an exact lookalike to me / Loneliness cannot be sorted out by a symbol / I lived shouldering my own heart!" - Ok so this is just his whole arcade mode LOL theres a line about doppelgangers after this and all I can think is the whole R# clone deal and how he can't sort out his own feelings "looking at the mirror." The "lived shouldering my own heart" bit reminds me of the line from R# that's like "The world was an uncomfortable place, and you had no one to blame for that - you destroyed the world, the people you loved, all of it" like a kind of acceptance of personal responsibility and guilt if that makes sense.

"Lie lie lie lie lie / I know that this place has been protected by you all along" - Sol being the one to save the world not Asuka LOL.

That's just a few loose "I've connected the dots (you didn't connect shit) I've connected them!" moments that I personally had while giving this a listen but I totally see the vibes. Also this is just a very good song so thank you!

Thanks for the ask and I hope you do keep doing Asuka pieces! I think anything that inspires us to create is just the best. For anyone interested I'm linking the song below as well; whether you agree wholly on it being Asuka vibes or not, I reiterate: good song:

[soleilnomoon]

Hhhhhhhooooooowwwww am I only just now seeing this???????? Like, holy shit, congratulations on reaching 500, oh my god that’s a lot! 👏👏👏👏👏🎊🎊🎊🎉🥳

I’d love to put in an order please, I would like a topping of whipped cream and caramel, from the menu options can I please have 1, 4, 8 and 44 and from the secret menu can I get 1 (Eustass Kid I’ve been soft yet feral for this man lately and there’s not enough fluffy smut of him to sustain me)

And again, congratulations!

hiiii (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ thank you so much omg it's pretty wild i still can't believe it myself lmaooo i am so glad you asked for kid i love him, he's so grumpy 😭🥰️ also i'm terrible at fluff so hopefully this was fluffy enough for you 😊 (also ty for being patient!! 💛)

1.9k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff if you ignore all the nonsense he does towards the end, a pinch of angst (i'm a sucker, i can't help it) but nothing wild, kid is bad with feelings, and reader isn't any better 💛; feat. a bit of brattiness, a bit of bruising, kid's a menace & a tiny bit mean, but nothing reader can't handle (obvy). (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn't 😌)

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — emily brontë

gray, puffy clouds float aimlessly across the sky, blotting out the faint orange and yellow light surrounding the slow-moving sun. the air is sticky and moist from the storm last night. with the way the wind is blowing — furious, as if it has a point to prove — coercing the already jaded sea to beat against the victoria punk mercilessly; its waves are persistent, heavy fists that are seemingly more ferocious than they really are.

eustass kid ignores all of that; he ignores the ominous and foreboding winds, ignores the incredulous look you give him when he insists on continuing with his meal, and ignores your protests when you squeal after he pulls the thick blanket off of you.

slinging your arms around his neck, you try to siphon some of the warmth radiating from his body. “you’re impossible,” you murmur in between sleepy kisses, your lips moving against his softly and tenderly, while also somehow manages to give him a burst of energy.

“i thought you were ‘fearless’,” he says mockingly, lips twisting into a sly grin, one that drives you to smack his chest playfully as you roll your eyes. “you can’t tap out now, i’m hungry.”

if you had the energy to fight him, you really would; but kid has a tendency to take all of your snark and sharp words as foreplay, which is exactly how you ended up in his bed last night. an unnecessary argument over a spilled drink and a broken plate — one where he kept goading and baiting, where you fell into his trap without question — that resulted in heated kisses, hurried hands tugging on your clothes clumsily until kid got fed up and ripped them in half. with a flushed face and heaving chest, you called him a beast; he laughed in response, his voice low and husky, as he bent you over his bed and fucked you.

“incredible. absolutely unbelievable.” your words don’t phase him — not that you need them to, you just want him to know that that’s how you feel. “you should probably see a doctor for your condition, y’know.” you sit up and eye him warily, your gaze drifting lower as you take in his erection. “all that vitality can’t be healthy.” it’s a joke that you throw at him from time to time, but sometimes you do wonder how a man like him has that much stamina.

“like i said before,” he reminds you as patiently as he can, his hand grabbing your face to pull you close again, “i’m hungry.” except this sort of hunger has kept him up late at night, where all he can do is angrily fist his cock to keep himself from waking you up again.

you squirm a bit, face heating at  his unspoken words — ones that sit heavily between you — goosebumps crawling down your arms as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he tugs on your lip playfully, eyelids lowering, voice terribly hypnotic when he speaks again.

“open your mouth.”

it’s not so much of a command as it is a friendly suggestion — but you know better. you let out a soft sigh when your lips finally part and he slides two fingers in your mouth; instinctively, you begin to suck, tongue running flat against their length before you take them in deeper. he’s always very impressed with your skill, with the way you treat his fingers with the same way you handle his cock — graceful movements, soft lips, a very willing mouth and tongue. if he died now, he certainly would do so with a stupid grin on his face.

he hates it, so fucking much.

“enough,” he manages to let out as he reluctantly plucks his fingers away from your beguiling mouth. you look at him curiously even as you hitch your leg around his hip, rubbing against his cock greedily.

“hurry up then.” it’s not in your nature to be openly needy, but lately he’s had you under a spell of sorts, one that coils itself around your body, suffocating any logic that dares to enter your mind. kid lets out a quiet groan when you roll on top of him and grind your hips against his; eager, greedy, but he likes it. even says as much when he slaps your ass and tells you to move faster.

whatever fatigue that cloaked itself around you earlier has disappeared entirely; all you can think about is having him inside you all over again. your pussy glides along his length with ease, your arousal dripping onto him as he bucks his hips up against yours.

“kid,” you whine hopelessly, pausing your movements to look at him — so pretty and so pitiful — blinking as you bite down on your lip. if his pride didn’t continuously get in the way, he’d tell you that you look cute like that, face flushed, lips swollen from kissing him repeatedly. “help me out,” you say softly, nails gently raking down his skin.

you know he’s only doing this to tease you, but you really can’t handle any of that right now. “please,” you add in the end, annoyed with the smug look he’s sporting as he places a hand on your hip.

“now you want my help? i’m touched.” he’s going to milk this for as long as he can, especially when he rubs the thick head of his cock against your folds, earning him a series of soft whimpers from you. “i like seeing you like this,” he says for the fourth time in twenty-four hours; what he means is, he likes when you have to rely on him, likes when you’re so hopelessly drawn to his body, likes when you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.

telling him off is the last thing on your mind when you finally sink down onto his cock, his girth every bit as imposing as it was hours ago. his grip tightens, more than likely you’ll bruise later on, but it doesn’t matter. you’re too focused on regulating your breathing as you relax, not wanting to overwhelm yourself before anything can happen. similarly, he’s also telling himself to relax, to not act as crudely as his impulses are telling him to act. he lets you take the lead, tucking an arm behind his head, as he watches you ride him.

you move your hips slowly, rolling and grinding until you find a pace you’re comfortable with. your thighs tremble and you breathe shallowly, an ache building in your abdomen, encouraging you to increase your pace. it’s his fault, but you’re the one doing the work; that smug attitude never leaves him, he enjoys seeing you struggle to take him, each roll of your hips more labored than the last.

“c’mon,” he says, orange eyes — sharp and wolfish — landing on yours, making you swallow back whatever retort you had for him. “i know you can do better than that.”

it’s not for lack of trying on your part, you’re just tired and he knows that, but that’s a you problem in his book. and, because you’re feeling bratty, you clench around his hardened length, enjoying the way his face contorts as he fights back a moan. it’s precisely that bratty attitude that he wants to fuck out of you.

your pussy is warm and tight, much more captivating than his hand could ever be, when his grip on your hip tightens, hips snapping upward as he plunges his cock into you deeply.

“don’t complain,” he says in warning, but he knows you won’t, not when he’s rolling so you’re beneath him, pulling out just so he can slam back into you again.

normally, you’d be a little more mindful about keeping your voice down, but you can’t do that when kid gives you brutal strokes like that, your cunt squeezing around him tight enough to put him into a frenzy.  his lips are on your neck as soon as you wrap your legs around him, holding him close; he bites you several times over, licking and kissing each spot as he powers into you relentlessly. he’d meant to take it easy, to let you have your way, but you were taking too damn long, and he knows that eventually the rest of the crew will wake, and he doesn’t want to deal with their incessant comments about how in love he is with you.

they’re liars, that’s what he tells himself; it’s what he keeps telling himself when you sigh in pleasure, breasts bouncing as you gladly take his rough thrusts, enjoying the way his cock fills your pussy and the way his balls slap against your ass.

his name falls off of your lips in a chant that increases in tempo and pitch, voice strained as his hips jerks against yours. he’s annoyed with how much he likes seeing your flushed skin — soft and supple, neck and chest littered with marks courtesy of one insatiable eustass kid — and how much he enjoys the way you arch into him when he leans down to kiss you.

your heart is at capacity, you fear — especially because he takes his time kissing you, tongue gliding into your mouth without prompting, sloppily swallowing your gasps and moans, hips knocking against yours as his strokes get shorter and harder. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands roughly as he chuckles against your lips, the vibrations rippling down your body as a tremor takes over.

because he’s such a generous and kind person, he grabs onto your legs and drapes them over his shoulders as he leans forward, his cock reaching a spot so deep that you start telling him irresponsible things like, i love you and don’t stop, don’t ever stop. it messes with his head, so he tries not to think about it — tries not to think about the way you look at him, as if you actually mean those words. a traitorous flush crawls onto his cheeks and ears; he ignores that too.

instead, kid focuses on the lewd noises that your pussy makes each time he pounds into you; it echoes around the room, the headrest bumping against the wall as kid fucks you remorselessly. again, he marvels at your tenacity, at your soft smiles and breathy moans, finding himself more and more entranced the longer his cock stays inside of you.

kid, quite literally, fucks you senseless; so much that when your orgasm approaches, you hardly see it coming. as your pussy clamps down mercilessly around his cock, you buck your hips wildly, a few tears spilling onto your cheeks, ones that he licks away before kissing you again, his own orgasm finding him shortly after. while he likes pulling out and cumming on various parts of your body, he doesn’t this time; he’s not sure what compels him — although, he’ll somehow find a way to blame it on the gloomy weather — but as his hips slow, as both of you attempt to catch your breaths, you drop your legs, and he brushes some of your hair off your face.

your yawn is contagious, and he finds himself yawning too, reluctantly pulling out but not straying far from you when he lays back down on the bed. you curl up against him, fingers tracing shapes on the palm of his hand; he wants to ask why you do that, why you never seem apprehensive about him or about any of this. but if he ever found that courage to ask, you wouldn’t have an answer for him. it just feels… natural to do so, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re completely at ease, and even though he’d rather die than admit any of this, he feels at home whenever you’re by his side.

[intersexfairy]

Okay so I'm a dyke. Lesboy, full fledged lesbianaire, if you will. So its generally not a topic I go deep into but I love men. Not romantically, or sexually, but in a deep way that goes beyond platonic. I love queer men, I love trans men, I love intersex men, I love gay men, I love men who are women and all the beyonds, between and interceptions. I love the gender and I love how diverse all the interpretations of it can be.

Ik you're multigendered but k want you to know that you being a man? Its so fucking beautiful and that's not me exaggerating in the least. I've held witness to plenty of shitty men, with shitty interpretations of manhood and I can tell you very sincerely that the gender you've crafted and inhabit is glorious. It's so spacious and welcoming and never fails to remind me how lovely men and manhood can be. I hope you have a lovely day. never forget you have a gender that has brought tears to a dyke's eyes. Ty for having the courage to share it.

holy shit im crying (/pos). i want to print this out and put it on my bedroom wall. we love you too. thank you. so much. for these beautiful and kind words.

[thecreelhouse]

🐊 porn link anon here. but off anon this time it’s Lulu i was high last night i apparently got paranoid i don’t remember doing that LMAOOOO. here is the link and it reminds me of fucking Gator in a house full of people!! just like in my friend thecreelhouse’s fic!! 😇

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph60a60aac9e295

okay first of all, love you for this bc i am going bananas over here simply losing my marbles over this. and LMAfnfjfjfdk it’s ok!!! i was just like who casually sends this and then leaves PLEASE 911 🆘

anyway i’m throwing my rambling under a cut

i. think i need to write about this tbh. like i definitely want to put something like this in the next chapter (which ty for the inspo bc i was struggling with an idea that would fit lol)

like i’m. hello??? i have no words. porn like this is just ? so bbb?,?,!?!!; they’re so smiley and it’s so cute and the hair pulling at the end and the way she holds her hand over her mouth but then when she also does it to his??? lulu i have to run errands and now i’m gonna be in the grocery store with this on repeat in the produce aisle so THANKS

bro this kind of porn >>> large production shit always (imo at least). holy shit this has me so excited to write when i get home lol thank you so much for the inspo bestie 🥹💜

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP44 SPOILERS!

aTONYment??? what does pepperoni tony have to so w this. oh my god are they gonna visit him in heaven or something. wtf is happening. guess i gotta listen and find out (im scared)

- BETH PLAYING AS NPC BETH MAY

- "ron... what ARE we?" WTF IS HAPPENINGGG

- ROGUE TAYLOR??????

- MORE GOOFY FREDDIE NUMBERS IM EXCITED

- NO NO DONT SAY THE LINCOLN FACT AS LINCOLN THATS GONNA MAKE ME SAD

- WILL IS SO SILLY i love that man

- i like the energy at the start of this one its fun

- wait is anthony doing a regular dad fact

- ANTHONY. 😭

- FREDDIE DEATH SOUND MY BELOVED

- DID LINCOLN JUST CALL HIS GRANDPA ZADDY. NEVER AGAIN

- "i had more fun in the other place" GREASE CAR FLASHBACKS.

- OMG EARLY HERMIE APPEARANCE (i choked on my food)

- "no! we cant! my scene partner!" they are so besties (worsties)

- "MY FUTURE LIFE PARTNER" HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK OAKWORTHY CRUMBS. OH M GOD . FUTURE LIFE PARTNER.

- MEATBALL SCARY

- TERRY JR SOON. GUYS

- oh wow beth hasnt cast unseen servant since. goth

- ANTHONYS BABY VOICE

- so lincoln is looking for the eleanor shellstrop okay (this whole heaven/hell stuff has just constantly been reminding me of tgp)

- "he looks up at them asianly" has the same energy as the "cries in spanish" meme

- FREDDIES LITTLE SONG HAS ME SCREAMINGGGG

- ARE TJEY ACTUALLY GONNA FIND TONY. OH MY GOD

- WOW ALL U GUYS THAT WERE JUST TELLING ME HOW U MISS PEPPERONI TONY. HOW ARE YALL FEELING

- SCARY HAS A CHANCE TO APOLOGIZE.

- 4:30 MILE IS ACTUALLY INSANE. MATT.

- HOW DID WILL FORGET THAT SOCCER IS LINKS WHOLE THING

- GOD LINK CALLING NORMAL OUTTT

- HERMIE. FUCK OFFFFF

- SPARROW OFFERING NORMAL A HUG????

- FUUUUUCK. NORMAL

- help i would like to interrupt for just a sec to say that in the middle of the episode just now i got hired at spirit halloween. dndads reference GAKDJD

- TONY WAS WAITING FOR MARGARITA WAAAAA

- SCARY SOUNDS SO NERVOUS NOBODY HMU

- IM GONNA CRY. I CANT DO THIS

- PLZZZZ LET THEM SEE MARGARITA AGAIN PLZZZ

- SCARY WHY WOULD U ASK IF IT HURT :[[

- WHAT IS THE VIBE OF THIS SCENE. HELP

- NOOOO I NEED SCARY AND MARGARITA TO INTERACT AGAIN. THEY ARE GFS

- SCARY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT....

- THEY ARE BEING SO AWFUL TO NORMAL. QUIT IT

- SCARYS TALKING ABOUT TERRY. END ME

- "he never knew me when i was someone to be proud of" OOOUGHGHHH

- IF THAT FUCKING SWORD GOT INTO HERMIES HANDS. THEY WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE

- NORMAL. BURIES MY HEAD IN THE FUCKING DIRT

- ooo normal dragging the sword would make cool fanart

- i honestly love salty normal but it also makes me really sad

- SCARY DIDNT INCLUDE HERMIE AMONG HER SPOUSES????

- TY WILL FOR REMEMBERING NICKY

- TAYLOR DEFENDING HIS DAD AWWW

- WTF IS THIS FIGHT???? HELLO??

- IS NORMAL FINALLY SNAPPING. IS THIS HAPPENING

- "I AM JEALOUS I DONT HAVE ANY COOL DYNAMICS W ANYBODY!!!" FUUUUUUCKK

- i cant do this i feel sick im SICK

- "why are they arguing i thought they liked each other" WHAT IF I BURST INTO TEARS RN.

- THE NORMAL ANGST IN THIS EPISODE IS TOOOO MUCH FOR ME

- NORMAL PUT THE MASCOT COSTUME BACK ON. FUCK. FUCK

- "ME AND MY THREE BEST FRIENDS AND MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND" GUYS. GUYS I CANNOT DO THIS

- THESE KIDS ARE SOOOO TRAUMATIZED WHAT THE HELLLL

- OH RON WAS IN SCARYS POCKET

- TERRY IS IN THE "PLANES OF MISERY"????

- "maybe he saw what u could be" BETH.....

- LINKS TRYING TO TALK TO NORMAL AGAIN PLZ END MY SUFFERING

- TERRY AND GLENN ARE FUCKING FIGHTING EACH OTHER????? WHATTTT

- OH NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA BE WIIIIIILD DUUUDE