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[mealodyd]

touchy pervy bf Jake who cant keep his hands off of reader even if they're in public he's just constantly groping n kissing her.

touchy pervy bf Jake who can't keep his hands off of reader even if they're in public he's just constantly groping and kissing her

Jake sim x Fem!reader

Warnings:  Groping(Consent).,  Kissing, public groping

WC: 1.1k(1,120)

Notes: Omg thank you so much for this idea. This is my first one and I love it!!  Also, this is proofread so if it has errors, it is all my fault and sorry in advance.

You are your boyfriend. Jake has been together for 5 years now and honestly nothing that you do anymore is new.  Until you go into public with him Ever since Jake started dating you, he had always been pervy and very touchy and it never ever bothered you until he started doing it in public where you knew it was weird for you.

You've been up all day looking through your closet drying to find a dress but nothing stood out to 

“Baby, can we go shopping? I need a dress for my sister's wedding.” Since your sister's wedding was in 5 weeks you wanted to be prepared so you know that you have a  dress that fits and is ready to be worn.

Jake looks up from his phone “Don't you already have enough dresses in the closest wear one of those” You look at Jake like he was crazy” Yeah i have dresses but not one for wedding i don't want to show up in a dress that doesn't look good enough for my sister”  You knew that would be his answer so you decided to test him.

Jake singed and put his phone down and got up from the bed “We can get a dress, but i have to be the one to choose it because i want to make sure you look extra good for me”  ��Jake you don't even know how to choose a dress what makes you think you can choose one for the wedding?”  You knew that Jake didn't know how to clothes shop because you were the o9ne always buying clothes for him “Trust me I know how to dress shop”.

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You and Jake headed to the mall and found a nice store that had some dresses to look at.  “I'm going to go choose a few dresses just wait by the dressing room”  You listened and went and sat in the dressing room waiting for Jake which took around 10 minutes.

The door opens and reveals Jake holding a few dresses” I got 6 dresses for you to Tryon and see if you like” 7 dresses which was a lot, but you decided that you really wanted to look at what Jake picked out, so you got the first one and started taking your clothes off.

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“Jake I've already tried 6 on and haven't liked any of them. Do I have to try on the last one?”  YOu are already tired of trying on dresses and didn't really have the motivation to try on the last one.” Baby just try it on and if you don't like it we can just see if you can pick a few and try those ones on.”

You grabbed the last dress and started trying it on.  The dress was baby blue and was one that fit onto yourcurves.You put the dress on but couldn't do the zipper yourself so Jake had to help you out. 

Jake's fingers lightly touching your spine made you shiver, and he noticed it. “All done baby, look” It was amazing the dress you didn't think would look good snatched all your curves and made you look amazing “see baby i told you i can dress shop” Jake says as he hugs his arm around your waist and kisses your shoulder.

“Jake wow i didn't think that this one would look like this on me.”  Jake wasnt really listening to you as he had started to slide higher up and started to touch your boob. “Jake what are you doing you can't be doing this here right now.”  You knew that if he started touching you like this this normally would go so well.

“Baby just let me touch you.  You look so good in this dress I just can't resist.”  Jake was so in love he just wanted to touch you anywhere you went.

You push Jake off of you because you knew that you shouldn't be doing this and decided to take the dress off “i going to the dress and we are going to be get some food and maybe ice cream and if you do that again then i'm going to return the dress and wear something i already have I can't have you doing this right now.”

Jake ended up paying for the dress and you guys decided to get pizza. 

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Once you sat down in the booth which for some reason had to be in the back of the restaurant which was just your luck with Jake being very touchy right now.  Once you told the waitress you ordered that when Jake put his hand on your thigh which was nothing but you knew what he was trying to do.

His hand slowly became closer to your skirt and you knew that if you said something he would most likely stop but you didn't really want it to stop so you didn't say anything. Jake leans over into your ear so only you can hear him even though there was nobody really around. “Baby you look really good in that dress” YOu close your eyes as Jake kisses your jaw.

“Jake, you know I don't like it when you do these kinds of things in public. I would rather wait until we get home.”  “I know you don't like it but i just can't wait i need you right now”

“I'm not doing anything with you right but you can do something that doesn't seem us in front of other people”  Jake looks around where you are ‘There are no other people around us right now?”  “STILL Jake I don't want people knowing.”

With you saying that Jake turns to you and kisses you on the forehead then looks down at your lips before kissing you hard with groping your boobs.  He  was obsessed that he could barely keep his hands off of you wherever you went.  Jake takes his left hand and puts in tino your shirt and then bra and squeezes your boob as if there was no tomorrow.

You knew you had to keep watch, but you couldn't because of how good it helped so you shut your eyes “Omg J-jake” Jake looks up at your face and smirks then continues.  Jake lifts his feed and kisses you “You so pretty” “Jake I-

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Then suddenly you hear someone coming towards your table and push Jake away and pull down your shirt.  “Here you go mam thank you for waiting” The waitress sets down the pizza as you're breathing hard and flustered then you look at Jake and his face is all neutral as if nothing happened.

When the waitress leaves you look at Jake “I told you I didn't like doing this in public now emagine is she saw us doing that and if she ended up kicking us out.”  “It kinda seemed like you liked it” Jake was smirking hard and grabbing a piece of pizza and eating it as if nothing happened.

“As soon as we are done, we are ho8inh homie and not getting any ice cream” “fine with me”.

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Guys I'm sorry if this doesn't seem good, not the best at on demand request anyway i hope you guys enjoy this whole thing and the second part of “What is Love?” will be in the works!

[scannainscanrula]

shadowed corners (ii)

part one here

author's note: did not expect this to come as fast as it did but wow a preroll can work wonders! this is much sexier than part one so grma as always and enjoy warnings: horror elements, vampire violence, fingering, vibrators, masturbation (fem and masc), and grinding

PART TWO

You tap your toe nervously as the sun rises and you sit in the building that serves the dual departments of police, and fish and game. You feel colder than it is, as the morning sun is rising and illuminating the gray-white linoleum tile of the floor.

You hear your last name and stand up on shaky legs, walking to the counter.

“Just sign here, honey,” the older woman behind the counter tells you, pointing a manicured finger at the dotted line where you can sign the official report you filed with both departments. 

Chris, you learn, was not from this tiny coastal town. He’s actually from Santa Ana in California, and comes up here during the winters because nobody wants to do the lifeguarding job then. 

“You okay to head home?”

“The um… the fish and game officer drove me.”

“Are you far? I can give you a lift.”

You shake your head.

“No, thank you. I’m gonna walk. Try and… get some fresh air.”

“That’s a good idea. Here,” she starts, ripping a paper from a notepad and jotting down a phone number. “This is me, honey. I was a school counselor for a long time, if you think you need to talk.”

“Thank you,” you breathe out. 

You can’t understand how everyone today has been so kind and gentle with you. As you walk home slowly, the town is still hardly awake. You can remember Chris telling you about the other shark attacks, and how they devastated the town up the coast. Your heart hurts for any impact this event will have, emotional or economic.

And you just came here for a getaway.

You arrive back home and fumble for your keys, dropping them and sniffling when you lean down to pick them up. You unlock the door with shaky hands, opening and closing it to lean against the back of it. You feel your eyes get teary as you slide down the back of it, sitting on the floor. You cry there, knees close to your chest as you sob out your feelings. After a few minutes you sit up, exhaling deeply. You feel selfish and nauseous and above all, exhausted. You have to sleep. 

You approach the stairs, kicking your shoes off before you go up. You start up the stairs slowly, tossing your coat over the banister and your hat on the floor, peeling off your sweater and unhooking your bra in the back. You undo your jeans, shoving them down and stepping out of them. You maneuver your bra out from under your tank top and flop onto your bed, face in a pillow. At some point, you fall asleep.

Your body rocks in waves on a creaky bed in a derelict room. It’s so dark, only the billowing and shredded white curtains blowing in the soft breeze glow blue in the moonlight. You feel the familiar and addictive sensation of thick, rough fingers filling your cunt, and you moan. The red eyes stare at you in the darkness, murmuring still in words you don’t know. Only this time… you feel like you do know them.

“Mo ghrá,” the creature huffs through dripping fangs. 

My love. 

“Mo bhrídeog. Mo bhrídeog gnaíúil.”

My bride. My beautiful bride.

You don’t feel any fear, only adoration as clawed fingers brush up your bare thighs, skimming your side and tracing the outline of your breast, reaching up to frame your chin. You meet the red eyes and see the corner of the monster’s maw twitch. 

“An dtuigeann tú mé?” it speaks again. The voice chills you. It doesn’t sound like it comes from the mouth, but from the room itself, like the dark corners are speaking to you.

You nod, unable to form words. You do understand. The hand between your legs presses the heel of its palm against your clit, making you cry out. You feel oversensitive and under-stimulated, hips canting for more attention than the beast seems keen to give. 

Not that it isn’t looming over you, its free hand tracing every part of your body. It offers a thumb for you to suck as it touches your face lightly. It pulls the hand back, tracing down the opposite side. Brushing that wet thumb over your already pert nipple and looking up at you when you gasp. It squeezes your breast, pinching your nipple and examining you like you’re the first woman it’s ever seen. But that can’t be true, because the fingers inside your cunt have their claws retracted, and are driving in-out, in-out with expert speed and precision. When they curl upwards, they lift you with them, making you whimper as your hips rise. This creature is so strong, it can lift you with the two broad fingers in your cunt?

You jolt awake, your phone ringing and buzzing on the bed next to you. No time to think about how sick in the head you are, having a sex nightmare the day a guy you like got eaten by a fucking shark.

You pick it up and see your agent calling you.

“Hello?”

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.”

“Um… I’m so sorry, if you’re looking to talk contracts I just… this place I’m staying in had a really brutal shark attack this morning-”

“Oh my God.”

“The guy was um… was dead when they found him. And, fuck, um, I… I was the one who f-found the body.”

“Holy shit, kid. Are you okay?”

“Um, I will be. Just um… forward anything to the publisher in the meantime, please?”

“Yeah, of course. Shit. I’m so sorry, I know you went out there to relax. Do you want me to find you another place?”

“Maybe. I-I’m gonna rest for today and I’ll… I’ll circle back on that idea.”

“Okay. You get some rest. Please.”

“I will.”

“Right. Call me back.”

“Yeah, I will.”

“Feel better, kid.” She hangs up and you sigh. Sitting up reveals that you’ve soaked through not only your underwear but the topsheet that had bundled between your legs that you were no doubt humping while you dreamt about a monster finger-fucking you. God, you really are sick. You text your therapist, asking if she can schedule anything sooner than your next appointment or if she has a moment to talk.

Hi Stevie do you have a moment to talk? I’m totally in crisis mode and I really need to talk it over with a professional

Absolutely. I have a free slot right now if you need.

You press the call button.

She greets you warmly with your name.

“Hi,” you answer weakly.

“What’s going on?”

“Um… the town I’m in I… there was a shark attack last night, and I-I found a dead body on the beach.”

“Oh my God,” she answers. 

“And I… I knew him. W-we were actually supposed to go on like, a first date last night but he stood me up and now I’m thinking that he was… already dead?”

You’re word vomiting, and she uses her calmest voice to say your name until you stop. You breathe weakly and she leads you through a calming exercise.

“I want to hear you say that this wasn’t your fault.”

“It… it wasn’t my fault. I know. I’m just… he was a lifeguard. Like… why would he go out in the water that late at night?”

“Okay, right now, what isn’t going to help you is trying to understand what someone you knew for one day was going through or their thought process. I know you’re really empathetic, it’s one of the things I really admire about you as a patient. But you are not responsible for understanding why this happened. Understand?”

“I understand.”

You pause.

“When I went home and tried to sleep I had another one of the nightmares.”

“They’re still a problem?”

You nod, but you realise she can’t see you.

“Y-yes. Yeah. Um, I had another the other night, so… the coast hasn’t gotten rid of them.”

“I’m not a nineteenth century doctor, I didn’t expect sea air to suddenly fix all your problems.”

You chuckle at that, and sniffle.

“But this one was so much worse.”

“Scarier or…?”

“More um… more sexual?” you say cautiously.

Stevie specialises in sex therapy, which you’ve been eternally grateful for when dealing with these nightmares.

“Sexually violent?”

“No, it was… it felt good. Like, really good. Like… ‘new crush sex dream’ good. I was so aroused. I think I came, actually.”

“Huh.”

“And it called me… a bride?”

You hear her hum thoughtfully as she sighs.

“Do you think any of that has to do with your upcoming bridesmaid duties?”

You have two friends who are getting married, and you were asked to be a bridesmaid. It just seems to be that season in life, where people you know are getting married left and right. It made you feel a little uneasy about the progression of your love life alongside your career.

“Why the fuck would my subconscious be worried about that now?” you snap, angrier than you want to sound.

“The mind is a very strange little computer. Certain keywords can trigger emotions that logically have nothing to do with one another.”

You huff, trying to calm down.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, please. I’m going to email you some grief processing material. And I want you to keep documenting these dreams so we can really analyse them at our next session. Okay?”

“Yes.”

“And as for the arousal, you are going to be so much worse if you don’t address it, so please, please just… ride out the feeling.”

“Okay.”

“And I am so sorry, but I have to get to my next patient.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Stevie.”

“Hey, no worries. Please feel free to text me anything else, and I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“See you Saturday. Thank you.”

“Bye now.”

“Bye.”

You set your phone down and sigh, sitting at your desk. You look at your reflection in the little mirror on the vanity of the bedroom. You need a bowl, a shower, and lunch. In that order. You open the drawer and take out both the scent-proof bag and the vibrator as you pack yourself a bowl, lighting up and smoking on the cute balcony outside your bedroom. You look at the dark, unforgiving ocean and your stomach turns. You finish, sufficiently numb and floaty, and take the vibrator to the shower with you. 

You decide to have a bath instead. You sink into the warm water and look at the vibrator at the edge of the porcelain tub. Ride out the feeling. You scroll through audio tracks, looking for something that suits your needs. Soft dom boyfriend roleplay. No. Boss stuff? You’ll just think about your publisher, and as much as you love her Miranda Priestly energy, that is not the vibe. You cringe at a lifeguard story and quickly scroll past it. You just decide to close your eyes and pick one at random, putting it on top of your towel and snatching up the vibrator. 

You listen closely to the exposition and your eyes shoot open.

“I was just making sure you got home safe, babygirl. Don’t you wanna let me in for being so kind?” 

You peek over at your phone and see the page opened. The audio is called “Just Around the Corner” and you see your pen name and SC mentioned in the description. 

It always comes back to Milo, you think as you listen intently, eyes closed happily. You so ride it out. You ride it out three times before you’re shaking so hard the water is sloshing over the side of the tub. Your hand is gripping the side of the tub as you lean forward on your knees, following the narrative of the story. Your hand moves the vibe at a pace that would bruise your cervix– if this was the girth and length you imagined Milo to be– but the three-incher coaxes another orgasm out of you despite its size. You spasm as you frantically try to shut it off, wincing softly. You sit back on your knees, twitching and sore. It’s a good sore, though. 

At your desk you fill out two pages of your dream journal, trying to be as descriptive as possible. Stevie said it was a good thing you wrote erotica, because you always wrote them in a tantalizing way, even when the sex appeal was vague.

You press your thighs together and remember your writing notebook. You think you should rip out the page where you wrote HOT LIFEGUARD. Would that be insensitive? Stevie would call it protecting your peace. You search for it and find it’s not at the desk. You search your room, then the pockets of your winter coat and nothing. 

You definitely took it on your little tantrum stomp last night, and you know you felt it in your pocket by the lighthouse tower.

“Shit.”

It’s either on the beach or up by the lighthouse. The beach is closed and the absolute last thing you need is Remmick seeing you creeping around his lighthouse. You can go tonight, you guess. You just hope it doesn’t rain. You had the makings of a really good book in there. 

Since you can’t enter the beach just yet, you have another bowl and drift off watching a public access nature show on the TV. The dulcet Mainer tones have you sleepy and you fall asleep drooling on the arm of the sofa. You have a dreamless but strangely hot and sweaty sleep, and wake up when the moon is high. Perfect.

You rise and dress, picking darker colours so you can sneak on the beach carefully. Your phone flashlight should do, you think as you climb down the ladder and into the alcove. The tide is rising, so you better make this quick unless you want to come back the long way. 

You follow the paths between the lifeguard towers, searching for your notebook. It’ll be easy to spot, especially with the few holographic stickers on the cover. 

“You missin’ somethin’?”

You squeak and flinch, almost dropping your phone. Remmick walks over to you, holding out your notebook.

“You found it?”

“Yeah. Figured I’d just take it on my run with me, case I saw you.”

He grins, toothy and white. His teeth aren’t particularly white, but they are animal-like.

“And I saw you.”

“Thanks.”

“I heard about this mornin’,” he says when you grasp the book in your hands.

“Yeah.”

“That’s just awful. I’m so sorry.”

You stand there for a moment. His hands rest on his hips as he leans against Tower Three.

“You uh… you want some company?”

You think about it for a second.

“Yeah. I do, actually.”

“Mine or yours?”

You want the comfort of your sofa right now, but you also know that your sanctuary is important. You never let boys into your room the first night, content to share your cozy sofa. But this isn’t a date. He’s literally going to have to leave at some point to go and run the lighthouse.

As if reading your mind, he stands up, pushing himself off of the tower.

“It’s my night off, y’know.”

You blink at him.

“Did that sound forward?”

“A little.”

“Did you like it?”

“A little,” you answer honestly.

How is this guy real?

“Um, the back way to my place is probably sealed off. I think the tide is too high.”

I'm too high too, you think.

He thinks for a moment and he squints at you.

“Shit, you stayin’ in that cottage over there?” he says, pointing. “There’s another way to get in, you don’t mind gettin’ a little dirty.”

You’re floored. Does he know how he sounds?

“C’mon.”

Remmick takes you up the rocky cliff, which is easy enough to climb. You falter at one point and you feel your knee and shin scrape open on the crags.

“Shit!”

He looks back at you and takes your hand, pulling you up another rock so he can help you up by the waist. Unnecessary, but those hands feel right at home on your waist. They’re big and they grip you protectively. 

You don’t know that he’s holding on for dear life, attempting to steady his breathing as the delicious copper tang of you fills the air around him. You are bleeding, the blood pooling and starting to run down your leg.

“Y’alright?”

"Yeah, I’ll clean it inside.”

You step over to your back porch, opening the sliding door you left unlocked. Dummy, he thinks. Anything could get in like that. Not him, though. It has his cold heart beating fast. He likes being nervous, it’s something to feel. He hasn’t felt anything but hunger in a long time, and eating your lifeguard loverboy was a really special treat. 

Chris stumbles down the beach, cross faded on shitty New Hampshire flower and five too many Buds. He feels like a frat boy again. He left his phone in the lifeguard tower, and he’s on his way back to grab it.

He doesn’t know what’s just under the tower. Among the discarded inflatables and trash people throw down there is Remmick. 

Hungry, horny, ruthless Remmick.

As the lifeguard looks on the floor by the chair, Remmick takes his chance to strike. 

He hooks his claws up on the platform and raises himself up, digging his talons into Chris’ arm and tossing him off of the tower. He lands with a sick cracking sound, right on his arm.

“What the fuck?! You broke my arm!”

“Don’t get loud now, Chrissy, you don’t want anyone to hear.”

Remmick stalks him down, chasing him into the water and grabbing him by the neck. The other man is taller, but Remmick is everything else. Stronger, faster, and ready to fucking kill this lifeguard.

“Now, I don’t want you in my fellowship. Fact is, I don’t want you in this town, kid.”

Remmick holds him below the water as the lifeguard kicks and thrashes, drowning. 

“Shh, shh. That’s it. What were you any good for anyhow? Tepid conversation over shitty drinks and a second rate fuck on her sofa? As if you deserve that pussy. I’m puttin’ in the work, buddy.”

Chris stops twitching below the water and Remmick pulls up dead weight. He has to work fast before the blood cools, dead man’s blood is no good for a thing like him. He goes to work gnawing at his arm around the elbow, drinking up that hot, irony blood as he thinks about you. You were so disappointed about this meal bag standing you up.

“Shit, look at you now,” he laughs to the body cruelly. “You just meat, s’all. Ain’t nothin’ else.”

He spits out a chunk of muscle and smirks.

“Pathetic.”

You watch him linger at the doorway, looking around in your house.

“Should I take off my shoes?” 

It’s a lie that works sometimes, a perfect little prompt to be let in.

“It’s not my place,” you shrug. 

He hesitates again and you tilt your head at him.

“You coming in or what?” you joke.

He tries to hide the clench of his stomach. He wants to. But you still have to say it.

“Remmick, I’m fucking bleeding, can you just come in, please?”

Your please has him swallowing hard. He chuckles as he passes the threshold. Close call. He leans against the opening into the kitchen hand on the wall. You produce a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and wet a paper towel, cleaning your little scrapes. You wince and he grips the doorframe tightly, his nails digging into the white paint.

You are such a fucking treat, He knows you’ll taste so good. He knows what you like now, the words to say and places to squeeze a little harder. You finally let him in so nice in your dreams, finally understood him. His pretty little bride. You’ll look so good in a pool of blood.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask, spreading some antibiotic on your leg and applying two bandages.

“I’m fine.”

You want more boxed wine, but you’re still a little wobbly from that second bowl, so you pour yourself some water in a cup, not your bottle. 

Remmick follows you to the sofa and sees a book on your desk.

“This yours?”

“That’s my firstborn,” you joke.

He holds up Ivory Fortress, your first title. A mafia romance with a tall, dark, and psycho mafia fixer who falls for a pianist for the New York Philharmonic. Once, while waiting for the subway, you saw a girl lugging a keyboard in the station. She glanced at her phone and looked around, and suddenly the biggest guy you’ve ever seen appeared. He picked up the keyboard like it was nothing and greeted her with a hey, baby. You whipped out your phone and drafted a concept in the time it took between two stations. 

“This is a pen name, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s mostly for safety.”

“Right.”

Safety, he thinks. You’re about the furthest thing from safe after letting him in, but you remain cool. He knows he’s plucking the right cords. He just has to play your pretty song well enough and you’ll let him croon his way to your bedroom to ring wedding bells in your mind.

He’s starting to feel desperate as you shrug off your coat and peel off your sweater, left bare to him in a tiny little tank top. The visible bit of your tummy has him biting back a groan as you sit down.

“You can sit, y’know.”

“Right.”

You squint at him.

“Do you need permission to do everything?” you half-joke, watching him stiffly sit on your sofa. “Actually, you sound like a perfect man.”

“Do I?”

“Oh my God, in the city you would not believe how many fucking… alpha male podcaster manosphere freaks there are who literally will scoff at the idea of consent.”

He doesn’t know half of the words you just said, but he nods anyway.

“Do you like podcasts?”

“I like music,” he offers, hoping those are similar things. 

“Well, yeah. Everybody likes music. Like what?”

“I got some records at my place.”

“You’re into vinyl?”

Are there other ways to listen to music? He nods again, dumbfounded by your words. Maybe it’s just how long it's been or the place he chose to hole up in, but you’re the most modern woman Remmick has ever met. 

“Was this your first time… with a shark attack?”

“Yeah. I mean, they’re so rare, I thought?”

Not wherever he is.

“More common on the East Coast,” he lies.

“Where are you from?” you ask him, curious about his accent.

“This is North Carolina you’re hearin’,” he answers, artfully lying.

A little part of him wishes he could say Ireland. He wants you to be one mind already, so he can show you Killary Fjord and Connemara.

You hum in realisation, you know the sound of the state, more or less. 

“Were you here with the ones up the coast happened?”

“Nah. I was still down south,” he lies. 

Lifeguard Loverboy was a fucking motormouth, as he is discovering. 

You both talk for a little bit longer, and eventually he can relax a little bit at the smell of your blood and your heartbeat in your leg. Your legs are crossed, your bandages one bouncing as you tap your other foot on the floor. It’s a charming little tic, but he wants to rip off your bandages and lick his way up until he can part your legs and finally fucking eat. He’s so hungry, and he’s feeling stupid about it. 

He says something to make you laugh, and you lean over and touch his thigh as you do. 

“Oh, shit,” you laugh, sighing. You notice your hand. “Oh, shit. Sorry. That was uncool.”

“N-no. It’s fine.”

You catch the stammer in his voice and lean in, smirking at him.

“Are you nervous, Remmick?”

“Be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t.”

You pat his knee.

“Do you ever get lonely up there?”

“Sometimes. There’s another guy, so we switch off every couple days.”

“But you’re just like… nocturnal, right?”

“Sorry?”

“I just mean, um… in college I worked night shifts at the front desk of this hotel in New York, and… even on my days off I’d still wake up at like, five PM.”

“Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

You lean in further, too close for comfort now.

“You tryin’ t’count my freckles?” he mutters, shifting in place.

“I’m trying to make you squirm.”

His girl, thinking with her pussy even after she found his bloody work. 

“You ain’t makin’ me squirm, darlin’,” he husks, glancing from your lips to your eyes.

You hover there for a moment, breathing in each other’s air. You lean in– carefully, tentatively– his head tilts to the side slowly when he realises what you’re doing. You kiss, your lips meeting briefly before you pull back. His eyes are closed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“Did you like that?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t respond. He just kisses you again, cupping your face with his hand. It’s deep and sloppy, sloppier than you’d like. You squirm back and a thick strand of spit connects your mouths. He quickly wipes at his mouth and covers it, looking away.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises, his fangs out behind his hand.

“No, it’s okay. Do you wanna… maybe try again?” you offer gently, a hand on his thigh. 

You see a stiff tent in his shorts, even through the compression layer.

“No, I-I… I should go,” he babbles.

“Are you sure?” 

Your hand slides closer to his cock and he makes a choked whimpering sound. 

“Has it been a while?”

“Y-yeah,” he admits, lowering his hand as he finally manages to get his fangs back up.

His legs are spread wide, one hand planted on his thigh as he catches his breath. He scrubs a hand down his face and looks at you. His face is sweet and needy.

There’s a nagging voice telling you you’re insane for making out with the town weirdo three days after meeting him, but something else wants this. Something deep and old.

You climb into his lap, bracketing his thighs with your own. 

“You’re cold.”

“It’s cold in Maine in the winter, baby.”

You raise a brow at that pet name and trail your hand up his chest, up his neck, lifting his chin with your thumb.

“You are so cute,” you coo, admiring him.

Remmick doesn’t even know what to do with himself. Any other woman he’d have them undressed in the bed already, but you? He’s like a puppy, lost and confused.

“It’s really been a while, huh?” you tease him, scooting up to sit on that bulge in his pants. 

He can’t hold back the groan at your words and movement. Everything about your notebook made you seem like another type of girl. Like one who was looking for a dark man to be the boss. But you’re the boss now.

Your hand trails back down and lingers at his taut stomach, your pinky finger teasing the waistband of his shorts. He curls a hand in your hair and pushes you down to kiss you again, not caring if he drools. He feels you rocking on him, a hand on his chest. His other hand grips your thigh and slides around to hold you up by the small of your back.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“Oh, shit,” you breath, grinding down on him. “Y-you’re so hard…”

“S’all you, darlin’. Shit, fuckin’... playin’ all nice ‘n sweet when you dirty as fuck.”

“You’re drooling,” you tease him, kissing his neck.

“Only cause I know this pussy’s droolin’ for me, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at your ear.

He feels you stiffen and laugh nervously. 

“Yeah, there���s no way you get to meet her your first time here.”

“Even if I ask real nice?”

You sit back.

“Um… I-I’m sorry, I-” you start.

“You wanna stop?”

“Yeah.”

He nods and you climb off of his lap, sitting next to him.

“Sorry.”

“You’ve had a pretty fuckin’ bad day, so…”

“Yeah.”

You sit in that awkward silence for a moment, both shifting around as your respective arousal wanes.

“Are you working tomorrow?” you ask him softly, tracing a shape in the palm of his hand.

“Nah.”

“You wanna come over and watch a movie or something?”

“I can do that.”

You sigh and stand up, stretching your back.

“I think I should get to bed.”

He nods, standing slowly.

“Right.”

“Goodnight, Remmick.”

“You sleep well, okay?”

“Thanks.”

He exits and you cover your face, growling.

“Fuck!”

You had him right there and you still fucked it up.

Remmick snarls to himself as he climbs down the cliff, jogging back to the lighthouse. He had you right there. He could smell you, feel how wet you were through those stupid yoga pants. 

After hunting, he climbs up the rock and sand stairs, going to his small room. He lives like a monk in a small and simple room with boarded up windows. The other man, an older man named Jones, thinks that Remmick is on drugs or drinks too much. He sleeps all day and when he is awake, he’s completely wired, and always complaining of stomach pains. He has a haggard look about him like someone who’s whacked out and looking for their next fix.

In his bed in only his boxers, Remmick can think of the smell of your house. Home cooked food, the blood on your knee, and your wet cunt tensing up around nothing. He snarls and slides his hand down his stomach, gripping himself tightly at the base. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, turning over to hug his pillow tightly. 

He fucks into his hand, imagining the girl from his dreams each night. The bride in white cotton, the willing bride who opens her legs sweetly. The bride who can’t speak, who’s just learning to understand him. His thumb rubs over the tip, making him twitch at the roughness of his own hand. He brings his hand up to collect his drool and darts his hand down again, twisting it in a tight grip and imagining your cunt. That slick, tight, fuck, fuck, fuck feeling that has his hips stuttering as he bites into his pillow. He grunts, whining and hiccuping as he slows himself, bringing his cock to the edge and pulling his hand away. 

“Ah-h-hah…” he breathes out, face in the mattress. He sees that his teeth have ripped the pillowcase and his drool has soaked into the interior. He takes a shaking breath and strokes himself again, wincing at the oversensitivity. 

“Mo bhrídeog. Mo bhrídeog gnaíúil,” he chants, canting his hips again and again until he spills over his hand and makes a mess of the fabric.

His pretty bride. Not much longer now.

[van1llafairy]

♡ Coffee stains...

pairing: college!Ellie x barista!Reader

Summary: Ellie who's hit with a smaaaallll crush on her barista... nothing too serious, right?...

content: fluff, slow burn, slight loser ellie behaviour, NOT PROPERLY PROOFREAD....

words: 2.3k

A/N: this has been in drafts TOO long... im so unmotivated... siiigh.........

A new tiny Coffee shop had just opened, standing conveniently close to the crusty college building, now, Ellie wasn't one for coffee, she's not up for overpriced liquid Adrenaline or the bitter aftertaste, if she wants a caffeine buzz she'll take a Red bull, please and thank you, buttt... Dina dragged her there being the coffee fiend she is. there is no escaping for Ellie.

"Just a latte! oh and maybe a slice of that?" Dina shrugged to the display case with a fresh cake crowned with icing, sitting pretty next to a few pastries behind the glass, shielding them away from the little kid who's face was pressed against the surface drooling for the sweets, the whloe shop was busy actually... its doing well for being open for... what, a week? two? and the tip jar was fat and half full already.

a handful of people were sat at booths, the room was swimming with golden sunlight pouring in through the wide windows revealed by pinned back curtains and a steady hum of conversation/music from the radio played.

"Whatcha want, Els?" Dina nudges Ellie who's oogling, not the food but the pretty barista behind the counter; Your hair swept out your face, apron on, tag with your name in italics adjusted nicely under the strap and patiently anticipating an answer from her,

"Ellie." Dina's lips are pressed into a tight line, and jabs Ellie, effectively jumpstarting her to remember manners. she relised she's been asked a question and she's making intense eye contact with you. "uuhh, yeeaah......"

she has no clue whats going on....

the second her eyes fell on you, she's intrigued. yourmaybe its the fact you looked a little familiar, like she'd seen your face in another plcae before or heard the sound of your voice. or maybe it's a natual thing about you, something appealing that drew Ellie in to listen to your voice, not your words....

wait? what was the question again?

awkwardly. in silence.

"i can give you a few more moments - if you need! there's no rush..." you offer, slowly backing off from the counter your forearm rested on while scribbling orders down. and with a feeble 'yes, please.' from ellie, you twirl arround to prepare a cup of Dina's order.

Dina squinted at ellie.

"What?" she pressed her brows turning to Dina,

"nooothing..." she let her gaze drift... OBVIOUSLY, its not nothing. "you just got that look in your eyes." she snickers.

How could she not?Ellie let a scornful huff out. "cant i glance in the direction of a girl anymore?" she turned back to watch the art of coffee making by your nimble hands,

admiring the choreography from reaching over the counter, pouring the steaming liquid ingo a cup, then cream, then whatever else; its all so rhythmic, like you've done this a million times before and you probably have...

All Too Suddenly, you whip around and it startles Ellie,

You slide down the drink on the counter with a slice of cake and glance to her, "made up your mind yet?"

she blinks. and sees Dina stare at her from the corner of her peripheral.

"yep," she hasn't.... "er, can I get aaaa... " Her eyes quickly darted to the menu above, ".....a number three..." Ellie splutters, wincing...

you point your nose upward, trying to catch a glimpse at where Ellie could see numbers that weren't prices on the menu overhead, "is... that an iced tea...?" you asked ever so politely, Ellie has to mentally kick herself again...

Oh, that soft, soft voice of your's is already fucking with her and you'd barely uttered a few sentences directed to her... Her tail is tucked, safe to say.

Ellie just nodded. Not ever peeling her now rounded eyes from your reaction, noting the soften of your squint before you sink down onto your heels. you nod back at her nod. your face rests. good.

you're just going along with it... and so is Ellie.

Dina nipped Ellie's arm, leaving crescents from her nails and glares at Ellie from the pinch of her eyes, 'stop staring...' Dina utters as she then slipped out her wallet, "nine twenty-five, cash or card?" you ask before there's a beep of payment and the clanking of a wide rimmed cups set against the table. Dina sighs.

"God, you're SO smooth." Dina bubbled in her latte with a snicker, followed slurp.

"mmm, foamy...." Dina hummed into the brim of her steaming drink. "wanna sip?"

"looks like bath suds." Ellie groans and shifts, leaning back into the hard, plastic chair. "suit yourself - you're missing out though," Dina slurped again as the auburn across her stirs her drink around with a swish of her wrist, stretched out away from her as if the cup held poison.

Ellie never liked tea either.

Never tried iced tea.

a scribble of blue catches her eye and she turns over the plastic in her palm, now pulling the cup closer to her face to see the little stars and a half ass, deformed planet.

Along with it is scribbled 'to match your pins' and Ellie glances at her slumped bag by her feet.

God, your handwriting is terrible; rushed. but, God, did it feel good for such an insignificant detail to be noticed by you.

she cant help but let the goofy grin widen from ear to ear. ohhh, that smile she can never supress, Dina stares at her as if confronting a maniac, "uh oh.... i know that smile......." Ellie just brings the cup to her lips and gulps, its awful.

too cold, too watery, too bitter, but its all thrown out the window when she looks at the itty bitty baby-head shaped planet.

"...nothing," Ellie whispers, glancing up to see you move behind the counter, pouring a drink.

"... just a shitty drawing of a planet."

its enough for Dina's eyes to roll from embarrassment, she could never wrap her head around how Ellie could flush pink as a peach from such a small act, "you're an idiot..." she murmurs with a scoffed giggle while Ellie takes another sip, swallowing and grimacing.

YES, she indeed was. she was only becoming more and more of an idiot every day she strut through the double doors, but quickly her confidence dwindled into a dawdle up to the counter and requested 'a small iced tea, thanks.' with a flash of her teeth, acting cool, smooth as if she weren't hyping herself up on the walk there, other times calling Dina up to get her to read her tictok positive affirmations ripped DIRECTLY from the slideshow.

once your back turned, she'd pat her forehead for sweat, just being in the same location made her nervous... "was that too weird...?" she'd mutter to herlsef, overthinking every little blink or pitch change.

oh, and heaven FORBID, her or your hand make brisk contact. Her poor diary would never hear the end of it.

it's become routine by now!

in the mornings, if she didn't have class, Ellie would grab a drink, slide into a booth with a textbook, that in any other situation she'd be catching up on, but she's lined up in perfect direction of getting visuals to go along with her daydreams of you.

She's literally doing part of your job, cleaning her table, wiping it down, making it tidy, sometimes you'd walk by and almost miss the used mug at the table seeing at that was the ONLY thing amiss on it. you'd pick up the used cup, behind it was a crisp tenner and a number scribbled on a clean napkin. a phone number, ‘the drink was very sweet, just like you ;)’ written besides it…

honestly, it's a win-win! you'd get a fat tip and she'd get a warm smile with some sort of familiarity behind your greetings.... she was sort of a 'regular' at this point.

Monday, Ellie's got a full schedule. Tuesday, you had mascara on. Wednesday, you had new lip gloss. Thursday, you tossed your hair in a bun. today, your nails are painted a new colour. she'd caught glimpse when you were cleaning a table, wiping down the surface and her eyes are glued to the fresh blue colour on your nails.

you turn, step closer, shit! are you coming over here?! did you realise Ellie was staring again?! she panics! pretended to be busy- ...busy reading her textbooks, she slams her face down, Smashing her nose into the table with a thud, knocking over the drink, and winces, "fuck!" just as quickly, she pulls up. now all she can smell is printed paper and metallic.

"you alright...?!" a panicked voice chimed and Ellie instantly recognised it as yours, "...yeah," she feebly reassured.... beneath a hand clasping over her scrunched nose, tears blurring her vision as you came into view, "this is nothin'..." she pulled the corner of her lips, something of a smile... a very pained smile. she grabbed the cup rolling on it's side on the table and standing it back up, all it's content is drenching her blank notebook. blood dribbled down her cupid's bow, spotted the table which only alerted you more,

"do... do you need a towel, or..?" she nods, keeping her unbreakable smooth act as if there wasn't blood oozing into her palm, "a towel would be nice..." you're already half way to the counter like you're on a mission, "pinch it! i'll be right back-"

she does so, feeling the sting and instinctually sniffling back, watching as you hurry to the counter. the napkin's rough; more paper than tissue really.

Great. now Ellie's actually gotten your attention. not in the way she'd always anticipated..... she'd kind of hoped you'd see her one day and realise how... i dont know, charming? attractive..? ..she could be... maybe...... not bloody, not spooked, or embarrassed or clumsy. not like right now.

she rubbed the throb behind her nose and squeezed her eyes shut...... whats more embarrassing now? slamming her face into the table or the reason she slammed her face? she was probably caught with dreamy eyes anyways.

Ellie felt a light touch sink onto her shoulder, she peeked up, straightening the hunch in her shoulders,

"alright, alright.... lemme see..." you crouched next to her drawn out chair, unease flooding your eyes and knitting your brows together with a damp cloth clutched in the hand that wasn't resting on her shoulder - waiting for Ellie to get the cue its alright to drop her hand.

she felt dizzy from your presence alone, or maybe its the onset of a concussion... either way being so close to you, face to face made her stomach do flips, she can't tell if it's from excitement or nerves though.

she wished it was the other way around right now. wanted to be the one to he reaching out to your shoulder and look you sincerely, wipe away her teary eyes and reassure you she was a hundred percent alright. Despite the blood.

She's just got to search for the right words to be convincing and comforting at the same time through the haze on the oncoming headache.

your sharp hiss and wince make it teeter more to nerves. " are you alright now..?", pressing the damp cloth to her nose, its not broken.... just bleeding. you stand when Ellie takes grip of the cloth from you and immediately get to work mopping up what spilt on the table with another paper napkin...

Ellie never responded to that question. Just kind of sat there feeling stupid. she's never showing her face in this shop again.

"...and that's how i messed everything up. she now thinks im stupid and hates me and...."

"i mean, i wouldnt try to disagree with that opinion...." Dina's voice answered over the phone.

Ellie's laid on her twin mattress, grey spread cover barely covering the edges, blankets bundled as she's been twisting in them every time shes punched in the tummy by regret as she updated Dina over the phone.

"thanks. i feel so much better, deen..." A groan ripped through her throat. "Hey, don't act like this is my fault! You had the chance to act like a normal human being but you ended up with a nosebleed. Actually did you say she helped you?" Dina crunched, speaking between mouth full of Pringles. "that girl paid attention to you. You should be happy if anything."

Her brows pinch together. happy? She rolled her eyes, scoffing. Happy, right. She rolls onto her stomach and smushed her cheek into a pillow, "no, I'm thrilled. I heard some guy snicker behind me... And she looked at me with pity."

"Well..." Dina crunched a final time before swallowing and picking up the phone making her audio clearer. "She did go though the hassle of grabbing a cloth and helping you.... That's saying something..."

Ellie considers this. Yeah, you did. Dina just goes back to munching as she let's Ellie do the math.

"meaning... She cares at least a little. Meaning you still have chance." Ellie turns again, now on her back, "yeah... I guess that makes sense..."

Ding! Her phone blinks awake with a notification, she punches the pin in and sees a message from a new number, probably a scammer....

"Hey, I was wondering if you're ok now," Ellie's jaw ached from how hard it fell open. she'd forgotten about writing her number down! Now you're texting her! first! She reads aloud to Dina "that looked super painful, hope your nose isn't broken."

"She typed that?" Dina chimed, surprised you texted, "Dina, I'm in love." She's face first in a pillow, trying to smother off her smile from ear to ear. Just as wide as the first time you'd done something so small for her. She LOVED that, she CRAVED that, she goes all tingly and dizzy thinking about you doing those things.

"You said that about cat." "Shut up! Be happy for me! Actually, what do I say now? Just act smooth right..?"

"Act smooth..." Dina frowns but accepts this is her friend...

[itzpookiepooh]

I have non stop been listening to Soda Pop for the last few days and it's eating out all of my thoughts 🙃. I CANT STOP LISTENING ITS TOO CATCHY!!!!

On that note, what would LADs be like of their MC was under the Saja Boy trance or just in general a fangirl MC who loves this boy group and is singing and dancing to their songs word for word.

Don’t hate me but I haven’t seen or heard anything from this since everyone posted about it I heard a snippet of the song last night but that was it 😅 I’ll do my best though because I know a lil some some about fangirling.

Fangirl

Rafayel would do anything to make you happy and if that meant buying merch and concert tickets so be it. You’ve been to so many Ateez concerts you lost count. Thanks to your loving boyfriend? All front row seats.

“Who’s your favorite?” He asked as you danced to their latest song.

“Mingi and Sans!” You nearly squeal at the thought of them. “I love the whole band though so don’t think I don’t.” You point at him.

“You like them more than me?” Rafayel’s jaw dropped as he watched you belt the lyrics. You stopped and turned to him.

“I’d never put them over you.” You pout and caress his head. He sighed in relief letting you pet him.

“But if either of them show up to our wedding and object? I might leave you at the alter.” You joke making him gasp and push you away.

“Not funny.” He pouts before you console him. “I’m just kidding! You’re still my favorite person in the whole universe.” You kiss his puffy cheeks.

Oh Caleb is down to fangirl with you. He is buying you matching merch for whoever you both like. You’ve bought photo cards to trade and everything. Caleb even won tickets in a raffle. Who knew he was so good at guessing how many gum ball’s were in a jar?

“I’ve been waiting for a tour forever!” You squeal as Caleb laughs at you.

“Who do you think will look best? Callum or Michael?” Caleb asked as he stuffed the tickets in his jacket pocket.

“It’s really between Callum and Luke.” You pointed out as he nodded agreeing with you.

“You’re so right.” He agreed as you both walked and talked about concert plans.

He’ll drop you off and pick you up but that’s it. It gets a bit too rowdy for him but he’ll support you on whoever you’re talking about. He will wait until your back to listen to you go on and on about how the concert went. From the moment the lights went out to the very end when they left the stage.

“I’m glad you had fun.” He’ll say as he drives and looks over it you.

“Oh definitely!” You squeal holding all your merch you bought. He just chuckles and shakes his head.

He mostly listens intently to see what he can gift you.

Plays whatever you recommend on a vinyl. He really wants to see what you’re into. He definitely doesn’t get a song stuck in his head and hums it when you aren’t around. When you do catch him you smirk like SpongeBob finding out Squidward likes Krabby Patties.

“You like them, don’t you Sylus?” You tease him as he just watches you.

“Not particularly, no.” He answers as you walk over to his record player and hold up one of the records.

“Right…” You shake your head.

He doesn’t really know what’s going on if he’s honest. He’s just happy because you’re happy so when you talk about them he just nods along with whatever you said. You explained how fast you needed to get tickets and that you had to stay up until 2am for them to drop. He just nodded his head.

“Okay so I’m aiming for Linkon or Skyhaven. I can make it to either.” You explained rapidly as you waited for the timer to go down.

Xavier just nodded as he yawned time ticking by. He waited patiently with you as you kept refreshing the page. When the timer went down Xavier moved faster than the speed of light to get the tickets just so you wouldn’t be disappointed.

“AHH! Xavier you’re the best!” You clung to him as his head leans on your cheek.

I don’t listen to any K-pop bands but I do love 5SOS, 1D, and Little Mix 🙂‍↕️ a band is a band 🫵🏾

[23bilss]

billie long distance phone sex smut 👀👀

overseas

| ★ warnings ; phone sex, fingering, usage of (cunt)

| ★ note ; hallo.. this was rushed..

| ★ taglist ; @billiesmainwife @bilswifee @st0nerlesb0 @si1verl4ke

the light from your phone was bright, as you were laying on your back relaxing and thinking about how much fun you and billie are gonna have when she comes back from her tour.

she’s currently having a concert on a boat, which seems.. impossible.. but its something!

your phone buzzes, the light making a spot on the ceiling which isnt useful because you still cant see whos calling you.

when you rolled on your side to the way your phone was, it was the love of your life.

billie.

her messages popped at the top of the screen slowly

baby?

i need help im so fucking. horny.

please answer.

please mommy?

you loved when she begged, even though she was the top during this relationship she always begged, and begged, and begged.

she knew you had power over her and tried to listen to her best abilities, but shes just a bit hardheaded and did shit anyways.

you called her back, she answered on the third ring and all you heard was heavy breathing and slow wet noises in the background, her soft whimpers picked up and you blushed knowing she wanted you and only you to help her.

‘her special girl’ she always called you.

“mama?” she stuttered out and the noises stopped, the breathing from billie was the only noise filling the room.

“yes baby?” you whispered in the voice she always loved hearing, especially when your voice got low

she whines and you hear the sheets rubbing against her clothes, moving as she moves. so desperate for you to help her, so weak and tired.

“you want my help?” you asked, teasing her, knowing she already begged you heard her whisper ‘yes’ multiple times, the wet noises getting progressively louder.

“hey, hold it and talk to me baby.” she groans and everything stops, billie sighed and cleared her throat

“hi. i had i nice concert, the waves were so pretty i got distracted.” her voice was soft, and smooth.

like she was dying to talk to you all day.

“that sounds great baby, im glad you had a nice time,” you smiled and giggled, the way she was holding on for dear life with horny and being touch deprived

“what songs did you sing?” she was quiet then spoke.

“lunch, chihiro, my boy, halleys comet, everybody dies, xanny, the diner, getting older, your power, happier than ever, then male fantasy.” she was whining, slow and low.

you could hear her little whimpers here and there so you just let her go.

“you can go back to it now” she turned her camera on this time and set it up so you could see what she was doing.

before anything she popped her airpods in and started going, her fingers were pumping slow and steady.

“faster.” you whispered, and she started speeding up. the quickness of her fingers made her cunt wetter and wetter, juices flying everywhere.

“another finger, two isn’t enough.” you softly said and she stopped for a moment, then pulled her pointer finger in.

she started slow—getting used to the feeling. then she finally started speeding up. her soft moans were filling your bedroom and hers.

billie started slowing down, “i didn’t tell you to slow down eilish.” she sped up again, the way her fingers moved, she was waiting for this moment.

she started losing her arm strength, when she stopped, cum poured out of her slowly, dripping onto her black sheets.

“you did so good f’me.” you praised, “now clean yourself up, and show me.”

she slid her fingers out, and licked it all up. in between her fingers and around, everything you could imagine she did? she did it.

billie then stood up and grabbed the sheets and ripped them off the bed, unable to lay on something damp. “i love you.” she said before getting in the shower for about 20 minutes.

after 20 she got in bed, only the underwear on. “i love you more baby.” you whispered and she dozed off to sleep.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can we have shrimpo robbing you at gunpoint?

Shrimpo robbing you at gunpoint

Help???

Notes: gn toon reader, post game, you're both in a run together, he has an actual honest to God gun, written on computer, shitpost

CWs: gun

see you were there just minding your own business... and then boom! shrimpo comes along yelling about how you need to give him your machine because he can do it soooooooo much better!

and he definitely can! why are you doubting him? just give him the damn machine reader!

....but you dont give him the machine and he pulls out a gun- not a water gun, not a toy gun. but a gun gun. maybe he nabbed it from one of the staffs old offices or something- why theyd have such a thing is... up in the air... but now shrimpos got it

well now you cant really just say no can you? oooooh but he doesnt stop there. he saw you pick up a med earlier. give it to him. and while youre at it give him those gumballs. and dont pretend you dont have any. he saw you pick them up too. god save you if youve already used them...

no one believes you at first because hooooooooow would he have a gun. its all fun and games until dandy offers a med but shrimpo cant afford it

[azonewithu]

A fuckn payphone. The stupid thing foesnt even work. Thats not how you to talk yo God anyway kid. Fuck thrm fuck people. The dlaves. Peasants. Do u seem like a rwgular person or the King of Arch. The reason no kne impresses me much here is theyre just not thst impressive in the ways i clearly am. And they cant scrap clean or dirty. I think theyre on or watch the tv too much and believe its not just background noise. I take it gor ehst it is. Not much in the grand scheme. A sell out ehose buyin type of bullshit entertainmebt. But God isnt on the tv either. Msybe dome asshole who says he speaks to or gor the divine but i font know if id trust that guy. Maybe some of them. But still whats that stupid idiot bix really. It doesnt walk around in the street and talk to people. Oh thats what yhst stupid idiot phone was for. All things tolled many things were better without all the stupid interruptions. Yeah tech people the kind of people ya see what i do to them. All those kids sho died they added up and i even the scsles only i fo it in the light in front of everyone. Im not batman im Azriel. Yoyr monkey vomic characters ste mereky that. Not fuckn real like i am. Dontvread your religio rag to me ive read it. Fuck that shit font need to go though it all again. Its an insult to God to try snd achool me. Im the greatervteacher snd hsmmer the points home.and no kne need not take notes or even attribute the words to a single being. Dont trll ke about how you all get along and love each other when thats your job to. Look st sll the people with no fuckn job or reason for living or thrir job it is to kill their fellow man. Howd you like that job. Cant live much doing that shitty fuckn losers job.

Sabrina Carpenter

Manchild (Behind The Scenes)

[always-a-joyful-note]

To Be Hero X, the most idol donghua that isn't an idol donghua that there ever was....

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

Reminder all items are shipped from Poland - for details on shipping times check out FAQ or send me a private message!

 mmezzy.bigcartel.com

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Age of Apocalypse and the Legion Quest lead-in is worth a read if you have the time. In AoA, Erik spends every chance he has to tell anyone about how special Charles was to him. 😭

i just KNOW being around him gotta be exhausting as hell why is he like that .....

[azumasoroshi]

if you're too tired to write physics notes at midnight after writing chem notes for six hours straight. may i suggest making everything satosugu

[risingsunresistance]

i wish shadowbanning wasnt an actual thing that randomly happens here bc i cant see the reblogs on my webfishing post, what if they left silly tags :(

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[widevibratobitch]

something about being told im 'the leading person at this whole academy when it comes to interpretation and stage intelligence' by the husband of the woman im trying (not really. but i mean. who knows) to seduce... ok boy you got me. lets make it a polycule.

[todayisafridaynight]

We rlly don’t need another majima game 😭 please give other characters a chance he already had the spotlight in 0😔

lord if i speak on goro majima.

[tchaikovskym]

I cannot listen to the magnus archives as a normal person I have to read the wiki pages of episodes I already listened to and make notes and try to guess the entities and what they do and make a file out of it